Monday, December 31, 2012

Now is the Time




If you've been toying with the idea of accepting Jesus as your Lord and Savior, now is the time.

If you've been thinking you've strayed from the path and should get around to rededicating your life to Jesus, now is the time.

If you believe a little of this and a little of that, for all intents and purposes cobbling up a new religion, and really want to know the truth, now is the time.

If you want to know what God says (Truth) by reading His Word in the Bible, now is the time.

Let's not wait another day. It's not complicated. Just look on my sidebar right above Popular Posts and follow through the steps. (I'm not associated with them in any way, but have found it to be the best widget I've come across so far.) Two minutes that, if you truly want eternal salvation, can change your life forever.

Let's also rush to read the Bible, but not rush reading it!  (But you can do what I sometimes do, and in lieu of beginning with the Book of John as is so often recommended, read all the shortest books in the Bible first [starting with the New Testament].  It will give you a good preview in the shortest amount of time, and I'm guessing you'll be "hooked on God's Word" by the time you're done and will continue on!  Or you can begin with John 3 and then any of the Gospels.  "It's all good.") (And if I seem preachy, it's because I feel a "calling" to sometimes be so.)

His Presence By Warner Sallman
Copyright 1947 Kriebel and Bates
(This print hangs on my bedroom wall and
gives me much comfort.)

I know the above will apply to or move very few readers, but if there's even one ... 

For everyone who asks receives;
the one who seeks finds;
and to the one who knocks,
the door will be opened.
Luke 11:10

May God's richest blessings be with you in 2013,
Bess

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Kitty Photos

Kallie

Just a few shots of two of the four remaining kitties today.




Sweetie


Sometimes her nose is very pale like this, and others it is very rosy pink.


In Memoriam.  This photo of Misty was
taken a year ago today.  She passed away last week.
By our calculations, she was 18.
She lived a long, happy kitty life.

There are two other kitties:  Baby and Sassy, but no new photos of them today.

I'm enjoying a long weekend!  Hope you enjoy yours,
Bess

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Christmas Tidings

Oh dear ... I've been naughty.
Another project I need to finish ...

The other day (12/19/12, I think) on Joyce Meyer's tv program, Joyce said we should focus each day on:

Faith
Love
The goodness of God
His forgiveness
Being a blessing to others.

She went on to say that such a day is one we will have invested in and one that will bring a harvest even into eternity.  She also said we should find a way to enjoy our day "through God."

Good stuff, that.

I hope you'll enjoy your Christmas weekend very much, and that "Santa" will be good to you.


... I've left the hoop on far too long!
(Hoping it will press out.)

"With your little hand that caresses Mary,
You sustain the universe and bestow life;
and You think of me, O Jesus, my little King."
St. Therese of Lisieux

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

God Bless,
Bess

Friday, December 21, 2012

And Then There Were Four


Rest in peace, precious little purrbaby.  You will be missed.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Older Women Bearing Gifts


Winterberry by Pfaltzgraff


Inexplicably, I've found myself around older ladies much of my life.  I've had friends close to my age but also have formed friendships with many women far older than I.  Thinking about it, I've learned so much from them.  Here are just a few nuggets I recall:

From my mother (also my friend), among other things, I learned to control myself and not lick my fingers to open plastic bags in the produce department in a grocery store.  I was with her one time when a helpful stranger suggested my mother lick her fingers to open a bag she was struggling with, and I could see my mother shudder at the thought.  She persevered and prevailed.

From a lady I worked with over thirty years ago, who at that time was the age I am now, I learned that I didn't need to use "minced oaths" in my conversation.  She never said: oh my gosh; good grief; cheez; golly darn; cheese and crackers; holy smoke and so on.  While she listened, she'd simply say "Oh?" or "Well" (Weeelllll). I have to admit I don't have this down pat yet, but I've made good progress. Due to her influence and how nice she always looked, I also learned that my favorite style of apparel is modest and classic.

From my very elderly neighbor I've learned much on frugality and commonsense living (although the period during which I washed my plastic baggies didn't last all that long!). She is friendly, feisty, and fearless all rolled up into one little 5' gal.  In the early years of our acquaintance I resented her input; now I consult her.

From my childhood babysitter, I learned one should push back her cuticles regularly. I'm not sure when my mother would have let me in on this, but I was fascinated when my grandmotherly babysitter sat me on her lap when I was just a little girl, and slowly and methodically pushed down my cuticles.  

From another co-worker fifty years older than I at the time (clothing stores were a mecca for older employees then, just as in BBC's Are You Being Served), I learned how to carefully take the thread out from the hem on a pair of slacks, wrapping it around a little piece of cardboard, and then use the same thread to rehem after pinning them.

From my grandmother I learned that "good furniture" had dovetailed joints in the drawers.  I also learned that Michigan mints and sesame sticks were right tasty (but not together, blech). (That was back when you could find them and they were excellent quality.) When I was young I attempted to roll up the wrapper from a hard candy like she did, but never succeeded.  She could roll them up so very tightly, diagonally from corner to corner. (I think I probably inherited my ample feet from her and possibly my ample nose.) :0)

Finally, my dearest friend was the quintessential example of the axiom: If you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all.  Still working on that one, too.

Through the years the older women in my life have been such splendid mentors, sharing strong work ethics, perseverance, patience, humor, efficient housekeeping skills, self-control, responsibility, loyalty ... and of course, there's so much more.  God Bless Them All.

Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good.  Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.
Titus 2:3-5



Hope you are enjoying these precious days leading up to Christmas.  

Thanks so much for visiting!
Bess

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Ordinary People

Just your ordinary person.

"You know, it is rather nice to be ordinary," said Mrs. Macfadyen.  "It's like a disguise and you can go about looking at people and they don't look at you." 
(from the book Close Quarters by Angela Thirkell)

I had to laugh at this line when I read it earlier this year. It's so true, but it takes being "that certain age" to appreciate it, I think. When we're in our teens and thereabouts, we're apt to be overly concerned with our appearance ... not having a ravishing or at least unique appearance can seem so dire.  We so long to be noticed.

Somewhere down the road of life, though, I came to appreciate that I was just me, that there was no reason to impress anyone, that taking "extraordinary measures" (well, I exaggerate) to be attractive was no longer necessary.  It's not that I don't care at all how I look ... I do keep myself "presentable."  But it's so nice not to care so much what other people think of me.  Thank God.

Three cheers for a new perspective, even if sometimes it takes awhile to fully develop.


Not just your ordinary kitty!
(But she needed brushing at the time.)


This means that anyone
who belongs to Christ
has become a new person.
The old life is gone;
a new life has begun!
2 Corinthians 5:17   NLT

Ordinary becomes extraordinary in Jesus!

Have a cozy weekend,
Bess

Monday, December 3, 2012

Hope Has Its Rewards


Journal by Hallmark

"Any arbitrary turning along the way, and I would be elsewhere. I would be different. What are four walls anyway?  They are what they contain.  The house protects the dreamer.  Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game.  It's such a surprise."
(Final lines from the end of the movie Under the Tuscan Sun, which has some coarse language in it but on the whole is a wonderful movie.)

Just in case we need to be told again: Never give up hope!  If it's getting away from us, chase after it until we catch it, and then hold fast.  We do that every single time it starts to slip away.  If need be, we must force ourselves to stay in the game. Attitude is everything. Be grateful. Look up, down, and around with intent: Absorb the beauty all about you.  Listen in the early morning for the sounds made by the living.  Join in.  One step, one action, on purpose; one moment at a time.  Believe it's going to be alright.

Last year we had a snowfall that by morning had turned the parking lot at work into a treacherous field of choppy, slick ice.  Since I arrive at a later time, I had to park far away from the building. I stood up from the car and looked at the long path of ice between myself and the office.  I sighed, but then looked down at the ice immediately in front of my feet and told myself, "One step at a time."  It was slow-going, but I was blessed by a kind delivery man who offered me his hand the final several steps. (Chivalry is definitely not dead!)

Anyway, I was reminded that though hazards and trials are everywhere, all we can do is just take the next little step.  Over and over again.  And eventually that nasty old ice will be behind us ... and maybe even completely melted the next time we pass that way again, which it was!


When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; 
he brought me into a spacious place.
Psalm 118:5

... may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Psalm 143:10

Hope on,
Bess

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Posting Photos on Blogger When Storage is Full




When my photo storage became full, I considered my options for a few days. I wouldn't have minded so much an annual fee to increase my storage, but didn't want a monthly withdrawal. Then the family member who lives with me suggested I start a new blog. Who knows, someday I might. But my heart and soul are in this one, so I hated to abandon it.

But early this morning while I was pondering getting up (I didn't; I slept in), I remembered Google saying resized photos under 800 x 800 load for free. Aha! So while writing this post, I clicked on the "Insert image" link, found the photo I wanted to post, right clicked on it, and chose "Open with" ... "Microsoft Office Picture Manager." Then clicked Edit Pictures; clicked Resize. Then I entered 25% and went up or down with the percentage until both dimensions were (just) below 800. (I entered it in "Percentage of original width x height" so it chooses the size for us.) Clicked "OK"; saved it (or Save As)  ... and it downloaded just like that! (Or if you see "Preview" somewhere, clicking on that might bring up a menu with Microsoft Office Picture Manager.)

I checked another photo, and my photos are large! I hadn't been resizing them, so perhaps I am out of storage, although Google had said somewhere my Picasa storage was only 17% full. Go figure.

I'll try another:

Painted by my Great-Grandmother Hulda
on a wooden utensil

That one wound up at 29% of the original size. I'm guessing the photos can be resized via other programs as well. Hope that maybe my photo explanation is clear enough to help someone else.

We are almost foggy here today ... I can smell the moisture in the air, and it smells wonderful. I must go fluff my laundry again because when I blog I lose all track of time, completely ignoring dinging timers!

Teach me to do your will, for you are my God;
may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Psalm 143:10

Thanks for reading, and enjoy your weekend!
Bess

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Winter Domestic Comforts from Miss Read




"...the fact that Christmas Day falls in the dreariest time of the year also highlights its impact.  We are usually in the grip of winter's cold, early darkness, frost and snow, and all the ills they bring.  Doubly precious, therefore, are our domestic comforts - a blazing fire, sustaining food, the comfort of friends and, at the end of the day, a warm bed...


"Outside, the winter landscape has a beauty of its own: bare branches against a clear sky, brilliant stars on a frosty night and perhaps a swathe of untouched snow.  But these beauties are best when seen from the comfort of one's home, with a good fire crackling and the smell of crumpets toasting for tea.

"That is the charm of the winter season, the contrast between the cold and the warmth, the light and the dark..."

(from the preface to Christmas at Fairacre by Miss Read, Houghton Mifflin 2007)

If you want some gentle Christmas reading, I can't recommend highly enough Christmas at Fairacre by Miss Read. This book is three in one:  Village Christmas, The Christmas Mouse, and No Holly for Miss Quinn.  I love these stories and am currently re-reading them in this delightful volume.  But then I love very gentle reads.  (I rarely even read a mystery, but some years I'll read one.  I do want to try the Tea Shop Mysteries by Laura Childs.  I know many of you enjoy that series.)

I must ponder the future of this blog.  My camera flash is kaput, plus tonight I'm told I can't post any more pictures without buying more storage.  Probably most of you have already dealt with this issue.  I will do some more checking.

Time will tell!
Bess

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Contentment



















With all the windows in the house opened, I sat down with my tea tray and thought how lovely it was to be back... At any rate, to be a village schoolmistress, with a fine border of pinks just breaking before me, and the sound of rooks cawing overhead, seemed a very right and proper thing to be, and I envied no man.
(from Village Diary by Miss Read, 1957)


"... I envied no man."  Isn't that a wonderful place to be?! Sometimes when I'm having a pity party, I stop myself and take an inventory ... is there anyone else I'd really rather be? And there never is.  Sure, there are things about my life that could stand a little improvement, but I wouldn't want to switch places with anybody.

I once heard or read somewhere (sorry, don't know who to credit) that if the circumstances and events of the lives of any number of people, including ours, were put on cards and laid on a table, and we could all walk around the table and pick up any cards we wished our lives to be, we'd pick up our own cards again.

How about you?  I hope you're in that place where you "envy no man" or woman.  All the same, I'm going to say a prayer for all of us tonight because our lives are always in flux.

Keep your lives free from the love of money
and be content with what you have,
because God has said,
"Never will I leave you;
never will I forsake you.
Hebrews 13:5

[And it is, indeed, a source of immense profit, for]
godliness accompanied with contentment
(that contentment which is a
sense of inward sufficiency)
is great and abundant gain.
1 Timothy 6:6 Amplified

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts
and minds through Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:7  KJV


May God Almighty enfold you in His Arms and take away your feeling of lack, your pain of any kind, heartache, disappointment, and loneliness, until you know true contentment in your heart.  

So grateful for each and every one of you,
Bess

Monday, November 12, 2012

Every Day

The blessing of Amazon/BD loot!


Every day:

I thank God that I'm alive and awake.

I ask for strength and energy and grace.

I step outside and draw in life-giving fresh air.

I enjoy the color of the sky and the formation of the clouds.

I study the artistry of a tree.

I ponder the wind.

I brake for God's creation (mostly squirrels).

I indulge in a treat.

I exult in the beauty of a sunset, if not too cloudy.

I glory in small joys.

I occupy.

I praise God.

Every day.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today is a gift, that's why it's called the present."
(exact origin unknown)

Occupy till I come.  
Luke 19:13  KJV

God's voice thunders in marvelous ways; 
he does great things beyond our understanding.
Job 37:5

May you find joy in each and every day,
Bess
(I'm not necessarily recommending any of the books, because I haven't had time to read them yet.  But they look good.)




Saturday, November 10, 2012

On Suffering


Someone lost their "hope" in the parking lot.
It seemed a sin to just leave it lie.

But the end of misery is never in a hurry to come...
(from A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter)

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time...
(from Middlemarch by George Eliot)

Even so:

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.

When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
supports me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.

On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.
(Edward Mote, 1797-1874)

Check out this great song by Matt Maher:  Hold Us Together

"This is the first day of the rest of your life ...
'Cause even in the dark you can still see the light.
It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright."
(Matt Maher)

...but we also glory in our sufferings,
because we know that
suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character;
and character, hope. 
Romans 5:3-4



I don't think suffering should ever be taken lightly, but I don't want to keep a tight grasp on it either. (It took me a long time to learn that. And I don't know if I'll ever get to be like Paul and glory in my suffering as it's happening, yet in hindsight I often do see the good that comes from it.)

Let Go and Let God.

Hang onto the hope of Jesus.  He's everything.
Bess

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Milk of Human Kindness

Milk pitcher made in Poland; not an antique.

Spill out the milk of human kindness: whenever and wherever and however you can.

Be compassionate.  Be kind.  Do good.

Pray for one another.

Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind.  Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.
1 Peter 2:1-3

David asked, "Is there anyone still left of the house of Saul to whom I can show kindness ... ?"
2 Samuel 9:1


Enjoy your Friday!
Bess

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Lest We Forget


Warm yourself up with a little coffee!

Overheard at the office:

He:  I have a feeling he's not on the same political
side as I am.

She:  That's OK.  That's what America is all about.


God Bless America!

Praising God for the freedom to choose,
Bess
(I know some of my photos have nothing to do with my posts ... it's a combination of camera, light, and motivation issues, which I hope will eventually improve!)

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Positively Wonderful

(I thought my clown bell looked jolly, until
a family member said it just looked creepy!
Oh well ... 'tis the season!)

Three Ways to Improve Your Outlook

Positive Books:

I'm halfway through the new book Change Your Words Change Your Life by Joyce Meyer, and it's a keeper (for me). The longer I live, the more I become convinced that there's definitely something to replacing negative thoughts with positive ones. This book sheds more light on that process:

   

Positive Songs:

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky

Lookin' at a lily on the lake;
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly.
Makin' all the music he can make.

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,

Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?

If you don't talk happy,

And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!

(part of the song Happy Talk from the musical South Pacific by Rodgers & Hammerstein)


Positive People:

Photo Credit

Hear Paul McCartney sing "Accentuate the Positive".

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine" ... how do we get a merry heart?  Change our words (and thoughts) to happy talk and accentuate the positive!  Hanging out with ... and learning from ... positive people helps, too.

Have a positively wonderful weekend,
Bess (joining in the many prayers for everyone in Sandy's path)

Friday, October 19, 2012

Dainty Little Stitches



Photo Credit

"She picked up her embroidery and began setting dainty, precise little stitches, possible only to certain women."

(description of Mrs. Comstock, who was waiting for her daughter Elnora;
 from the 1909 book A Girl of the Limberlost)

Embroidery isn't for everyone.  The little stitches of handmade embroidery, quilting, and needlepoint require much patience.  For some, such handiwork would be utter tedium, but for others it's creative therapy.  I'm thankful there is so much choice among all the wonderful activities out there for us to enjoy:  something for everyone.

For we are God's handiwork,
created in Christ Jesus
to do good works,
which God prepared in advance
for us to do.
Ephesians 2:10

Lots of good works to choose from, too!  I hope your weekend has a good work or two- and some creative therapy just for you!

Enjoy!
Bess

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Ah ... Tea





"When in doubt the answer's always tea,"
said Sister Chiffinch.
(from Close Quarters by Angela Thirkell, 1958)

And, of course, trusting God.  Tea and trust ... the pause
that refreshes.

Jesus is your Answer,
Bess
(Just read my first Angela Thirkell book ... I like her writing so I will get more through interlibrary loan.  I would guess Close Quarters mentions many characters from previous books, so although I liked it, I would recommend reading several of her others first.)

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Conundrum of Pursuing Joy




"But I cannot understand these people I hear about who live only for their own amusement. Perhaps it is very great; I'll never have a chance to know. To me, it seems the only pleasure in this world worth having is the joy we derive from living for those we love, and those we can help." 
(Elnora Comstock in A Girl of the Limberlost
by Gene Stratton-Porter)


(Well, I think there needs to be at the very least a modicum of "me time." If we only live for other people, never doing what is "just for me," then I think we burn out.)

"When we neglect what matters most to us,
that then becomes the matter with us."
(Paula Reeves, as quoted by Joan Anderson in
A Weekend to Change Your Life)

(On the other hand, it's not all about me, me, me! Some of my most joyful times have been when I was able to help someone else. Joyce Meyer says [and I paraphrase] that of all the things she's tried in an attempt to be happy, being a blessing to others is the only thing that has really made her so.)

"... Betsy, remembering all the precepts about doing something kind for someone else when you're feeling down in the mouth, offered to help Margaret dye Easter eggs."
(from Betsy in Spite of Herself
by Maud Hart Lovelace)

(Seems like a conundrum, but not really:  Taking some time to do what we expressly enjoy is part of loving ourselves, and then that fills us and fortifies us to love and help others all the more.)

For the whole Law
[concerning human relationships]
is complied with
 in the one precept,
You shall love your neighbor
as [you do] yourself.
Galatians 5:14   Amplified

Enjoying a fresh evening breeze floating in through my bedroom window and wishing you a joy-filled weekend,
Bess

Saturday, October 6, 2012

A Prayer from Mrs. Comstock

Photo Credit

Mrs. Comstock, upon watching a newly emerged rare moth:

"Young people," she said solemnly, "if your studying science and the elements has ever led you to feel that things just happen, kind of evolve by chance, as it were, this sight will be good for you.  Maybe earth and air accumulate, but it takes the wisdom of the Almighty God to devise the wing of a moth.  If there ever was a miracle, this whole process is one...."

"There never was a moment in my life," she said, "when I felt so in the Presence, as I do now.  I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could reach out and touch Him, as I could this wonderful work of His, if I dared.  I feel like saying to Him:  'To the extent of my brain power I realize Your presence, and all it is in me to comprehend of Your power.  Help me to learn, even this late, the lessons of Your wonderful creations.  Help me to unshackle and expand my soul to the fullest realization of Your wonders.  Almighty God, make me bigger, make me broader!' "

(from A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter, which I just read for the first time and is now one of my favorite books!)

For since the creation of the world
God's invisible qualities--his eternal power
and divine nature--have been
clearly seen, being understood
from what has been made,
so that people are without excuse.
Romans 1:20

Brrrr!  Had to break down and turn on the heat!  :o)
Bess






Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Power of Words



"As words have a power of affecting our hearts on all occasions, as the same thing differently expressed has different effects upon our minds, so it is reasonable that we should make this [an] advantage of language, and provide ourselves with such forms of expression as are most likely to move and enliven our souls, and fill them with sentiments suitable to them."  (from A Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life by William Law)

Even though Law here is talking about the use of our language in praying to God, to me his words define the logic behind positive thinking.

All the days of the afflicted are evil:
but he that is of a merry heart
hath a continual feast.
(Proverbs 15:15   KJV)

Working on having that continual feast,
Bess

Monday, September 24, 2012

An Autumn Tribute to an Artistic Aunt


Autumn Greetings to You!  I wanted to share this post again because it is one of my favorites (and took awhile to prepare!).


In my post today I'm sharing about my Great-Aunt Addie. Not everything in the above photo was hers, but rather I chose some other items to complete my "Autumn Vignette." Here are some photos of my Auntie:

The photo on the left is dated 1910 (she's top right & my grandmother is top left);
the center photo is dated 1946 (in San Antonio); the largest photo is undated.
The little Disney figurines were hers.

Auntie was born in 1897, never married, took care of my mother for a time, and I believe she worked as a secretary. We know she also worked one week in Indianapolis in 1936 for the husband and wife actors, Ben Lyon and Bebe Daniels. I briefly glanced at Wikipedia and they started out as silent film stars, and both had long, successful careers:



 Auntie was very intelligent, had a great sense of humor, and made wonderful drawings.  Her sketch of Rudolph Valentino is my favorite:

The watercolor painting was done by my grandfather.


 Here are a couple more photos of her:


 The little odd instruments are ocarinas, also informally called "sweet potatoes."  Webster's New World Dictionary (1964) says: "a small, simple wind instrument shaped like a sweet potato and usually made of terra cotta, with finger holes and a mouthpiece: it produces soft, hollow tones."

Here is some of Auntie's school homework:


In the book Betsy was a Junior by Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy, Tacy and Tib are supposed to create herbariums during the course of their junior year, which would have been circa 1908/1909 because as I recall they graduate in 1910.  In typical Betsy fashion, the girls put the assignment off until the very last day before it's due, scrambling and staying up most of the night:

"They were supposed to be making herbariums for botany but not Betsy nor Tacy nor Tib had begun.  The fall flowers were still abundant.  It seemed such an easy thing to do to pick and press just one of each kind, that they forgot to do it."

" 'A herbarium,' said Betsy, 'is a collection of dried and pressed specimens of plants, usually mounted or otherwise prepared for permanent preservation and systematically arranged in paper covers placed in boxes or cases.' "

"Mr. Gaston awarded a grim 75 to Betsy, to Tacy and to Tib.  'Never, never in my whole life,' said Mr. Gaston, (he was twenty-four), 'never in my whole career as a teacher,' (he had taught for three years), 'have I seen such herbariums!  Not a fall flower included!' " 

Apparently, by the time my great-aunt had to create her herbarium in 1915, she was able to use a pre-made 2-ring notebook.  I cherish this book, and here are just a few photos of the 35 entries:


The first entry is April 17, 1915.


The last entry is dated May 19 (1915).


Aunt Addie made a special folder to hold some of her drawings:



This one must be for our friends in the Southern Hemisphere! :o)





My aunt lived to be 85.  At some point in her life she developed a horrific tremor in her head and extremities.  My mother said Addie had the tremor even when my mother was a youngster.  I don't know if she kept drawing, but I do know she was able to embroider and sew.  Most importantly, I never knew her to be, as evidenced by her letters and in person, anything but positive and upbeat.  

The plasticine box bears her initials.

I've so enjoyed sharing my Autumn Vignette with you, Dear Readers.  I leave you with one last drawing from my beloved aunt:


 Happy Autumn!
Bess

I hope to be linking this post to the following wonderful places/posts. Please go visit them, you'll be glad you did!

Cindy at My Romantic Home for Show and Tell Friday
Mary at Little Red House for Mosaic Monday
Cielo at The House in the Roses for Show Off Your Cottage Monday
Kathy at A Delightsome Life for A Return to Loveliness
Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for Table Top Tuesday
Mary at Very Merry Vintage Style for Share the Love Wednesday
Kim at Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesdays