Author: karenlee

Grandma’s box of clippings

When I’m missing grandma and want to feel her presence, I open her box of clippings for a glimpse of her heart. Among the booklets of prayer, meditation, poetry, and inspiration, I hear her through words of encouragement, relevant words. Thoughts, found in a tiny book of poems, is one of my favorites. THOUGHTS by…

Swelling of the soft tissues

I don’t usually find humor in an obit. I do usually avoid them since they give me the heebie jeebies. I abhor everything they represent. They are so, final. This one, though, discovered while researching my mother’s ancestors, gave me pause. OK, fine, I smiled…but I’m guessing you may too when you see why. First,…

Descendants of Peter Appel

For the genealogically minded: The link below opens a 15 page document detailing my ancestors back to 1717. Appel Peter_Nidda Germany_1717_descendants of The document was sent to me recently by a woman I met on a Volga Germans social media page. My mother, an Appell, is a direct descendant of the people listed here. They…

The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”

~ M. Scott Peck


Do you agree or disagree?

OK, I’ll go first:

I’m not sure. Sometimes when I am inspired, like in May when rhodies bloom, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson, or Rilke, sources of inspiration that along with buds and blossoms, affect me deeply. In Spring, I feel more like engaging with others. At my worst, when I feel I’ve taken a hit, I hole up and avoid.

I understand what M. Scott Peck is saying. When our backs are against a wall and we see no other option, we just may abandon our comfort zone and do something we otherwise would not do.

What do you think?

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With the exception of the yellow beauty, all come from our yard.

Great grandma Bertha

I’ve hit a brick wall. I’ve been poking around on my father’s side, curious about the Kansas line, but one ancestor has me befuddled. I decided that if I introduced her here, to you, it might clear the fog and jump start my gray matter. Grab a maple bar and settle in…this one’s a bit…

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