Today I was at the check out counter and glanced up and saw something that took me back to my child hood with Dad. It was the Yellow pack of Juicy Fruit gum.
Sometimes in the car as we drove along or at the New Holland Fair in the cool autumn, or out on a Duck hunt Dad would say. "You want some Gum?" I would always say "Yeah", and out from his pocket would come along with a folded up paper towel a pack of Juicy Fruit gum with one or two sticks left in the pack. Dad would always take one stick of gum and tear it in half, so I would have a half a stick of gum and Dad would have a half a stick of gum.
I am not sure why these memories stick in my head, but I am glad they do, as many of my memories of my Daddy seem to be less than what they once where.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Birthdays in Heaven?
Are birthdays celebrated in heaven?!
One very special lady would be 100 years old today!!
Read about her entrance into this earthly world a century ago!
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Bedtime Prayers
"Dear God,
Please help Poppy to see you soon.
And help him not to be miserable....."
~From one of my tender-hearted precious children (KJA)
Please help Poppy to see you soon.
And help him not to be miserable....."
~From one of my tender-hearted precious children (KJA)
Luke 18:17 "Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Friday, January 24, 2014
The Celestial City
I'm actually not sure if Dad was there or not, but there were many other loved ones gathered around--some that have gone on ahead and some that are still very much alive. We were all together. The air was filled with laughter and conversation. (And did I hear some faint music in the background?....it is the Ferguson Family after all.....)
And all I know is that we were blissfully happy.
I asked Aunt Vi if she would stand with the children (and one of their stuffed animals) for a photo. I saw her smile and her mouth open but all I could hear was the sound of my alarm clock, startling me out of the pleasantest of dreams.
*****
I have been reading Little Pilgrim's Progress to the children. We read it before bed last night. The weary little pilgrims are nearing the Celestial City where there's the promise of joyous reunions and finishing their difficult journey and of course, best of all, seeing the Prince and the KING.
This must be a longing of my heart, too....
Hebrews 12 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
And all I know is that we were blissfully happy.
I asked Aunt Vi if she would stand with the children (and one of their stuffed animals) for a photo. I saw her smile and her mouth open but all I could hear was the sound of my alarm clock, startling me out of the pleasantest of dreams.
*****
I have been reading Little Pilgrim's Progress to the children. We read it before bed last night. The weary little pilgrims are nearing the Celestial City where there's the promise of joyous reunions and finishing their difficult journey and of course, best of all, seeing the Prince and the KING.
This must be a longing of my heart, too....
Hebrews 12 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Birthday Boys
Dad received a special gift on his third birthday...a younger brother.
The youngest two in a family of 13 children, Marshall and Virgil had many shared experiences growing up. I loved to hear them tell stories of hilarious childhood memories. Although I know the stories re-told were the pleasant ones and there are yet others untold of heartache and difficulty.
They depended on each other, laughed with (and at) each other,
supported each other, and even when separated by thousands of miles, oceans, America at war and different stages of life, they could always pick up right where they left off.
They have had a bond like I've never seen.
Cheers to the birthday brothers......
The youngest two in a family of 13 children, Marshall and Virgil had many shared experiences growing up. I loved to hear them tell stories of hilarious childhood memories. Although I know the stories re-told were the pleasant ones and there are yet others untold of heartache and difficulty.
They depended on each other, laughed with (and at) each other,
supported each other, and even when separated by thousands of miles, oceans, America at war and different stages of life, they could always pick up right where they left off.
They have had a bond like I've never seen.
Cheers to the birthday brothers......
Happy Birthday boys; Virgil an Marshall Ferguson. Perhaps Some day(in heaven) you'll have another day like this! We love you both!!
Threescore and ten (plus 10 more)
Dad always quipped that he would only live to his "three-score and ten."
(Psalm 90:10)
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Well, Dad, you made it. I bet you'd be surprised to know you made it to "fourscore."
Usually birthdays are for the person born on that specific day. Obviously. Our situation here is a little different. Dad doesn't know it's his birthday. He doesn't remember what birthday means. He doesn't know the significance of the celebration- the candles, the balloons, the gifts.
That's why it was so special to receive a gift from Dad as we celebrated his birthday.
Dad sat through our visit in typical fashion: eyes closed (sleeping?), unaware of loved ones visiting, oblivious to his surroundings. We talked to him (more like "talked at him") and talked to one another, enjoying our time together (even though he was an "inactive" participant.) When he stirred from slumber, I leaned in closer.
"I love you, Dad."
His eyes remained closed, but a slight smile crossed his face.
"You do?"
"Yes, Dad, I love you!"
"I love you, too," he said, "I love you, too."
Then, like so often before, the moment was gone. But the pleasant look lingered on his face. And the joy was mine to savor! I heard his voice! A response! He talked to me! He knew it was me! And he said HE LOVED ME! Twice!
Incredulous! What a treasure; what a special, special gift from him! Those words were meant for my ears and while part of me wanted to (and still wants to) keep it all to myself, those around me watching my reaction to the unbelievable, knew how happy I was to hear that simple sentiment.
Happy fourscore birthday, Daddy. Thanks for the gift.....
(Psalm 90:10)
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Well, Dad, you made it. I bet you'd be surprised to know you made it to "fourscore."
Usually birthdays are for the person born on that specific day. Obviously. Our situation here is a little different. Dad doesn't know it's his birthday. He doesn't remember what birthday means. He doesn't know the significance of the celebration- the candles, the balloons, the gifts.
That's why it was so special to receive a gift from Dad as we celebrated his birthday.
Dad sat through our visit in typical fashion: eyes closed (sleeping?), unaware of loved ones visiting, oblivious to his surroundings. We talked to him (more like "talked at him") and talked to one another, enjoying our time together (even though he was an "inactive" participant.) When he stirred from slumber, I leaned in closer.
"I love you, Dad."
His eyes remained closed, but a slight smile crossed his face.
"You do?"
"Yes, Dad, I love you!"
"I love you, too," he said, "I love you, too."
Then, like so often before, the moment was gone. But the pleasant look lingered on his face. And the joy was mine to savor! I heard his voice! A response! He talked to me! He knew it was me! And he said HE LOVED ME! Twice!
Incredulous! What a treasure; what a special, special gift from him! Those words were meant for my ears and while part of me wanted to (and still wants to) keep it all to myself, those around me watching my reaction to the unbelievable, knew how happy I was to hear that simple sentiment.
Happy fourscore birthday, Daddy. Thanks for the gift.....
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
A Race to Remember
To commemorate Dad's 80th birthday, some family members teamed up to honor Dad by participating with others personally affected by this cruel disease in a 5K event called A Race to Remember.
Here's some photos of that (cold 32*) morning:
With friends: "we're in this together"
TJ's first 5K and he smoked the competition,
finishing in 25 minutes!
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Here's some photos of that (cold 32*) morning:
With friends: "we're in this together"
Cheering section!!
TJ's first 5K and he smoked the competition,
finishing in 25 minutes!
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Emily winning a third place medal!
We love you, Dad,
our handsome Army Soldier.
Happy birthday.
Veteran's Day Weekend 2013
Marshall Ferguson 11.13.1933
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