Chloe' and Majorie's Tea Party

Last weekend we had the workers for several days. Chloe' was here and she enjoyed the visit as much as we did. Our workers are Majorie L. and Karen D. and Chloe' kept calling them the girls. Majorie asked Chloe did she remember their names. Chloe' said yes, "Majorie and Karen."

Chloe' was glad to have someone new to have her Tea Party with, because usually its with me (Poppy) and Chloe'.

Thanksgiving 2010

The Table Is Ready For Lunch

Giblet Gravy, Peas, Turkey and Ham

Green Bean and Sweet Potato Casseroles

Homemade Cornbread Dressing

Pies

Chloe' may only be three, but she knows what she wants to wear everyday when she is at our house. On Saturday night she told her Granaw that she wanted to wear her brown plaid dress for meeting on Sunday. She wanted to wear tights and not socks because she wanted to look like her Granaw.

Happy Anniversary

Happily married for 58 years.

This Earthly House

You tell me I am getting old – but that’s not really so,
The house I live in may be worn – and that, of course, I know;
It’s been in use a good long while and weathered many a gale,
I’m therefore not surprised to find it now is somewhat frail.

You tell me I am getting old, you mix my house and me –
You’re looking at the outside – that’s all that most folks see;
The dweller in the little house is bright and young and gay –
Just starting on a life that lasts through long Eternal day.

The color’s changing on the “roof,” the “window’s” looking dim;
The “wall’s” a bit transparent, and getting rather thin;
The “foundation’s” not so steady as once it used to be,
And that is all that you observe, but it’s not really me.

I patch the old house up a bit to make it last the night,
But soon I shall be flitting to my home of endless light.
I’m going to live forever there, my life goes on, it’s grand;
How can you say, I’m getting old? You do not understand.

These few short years can’t make me old, I feel I’m in my youth!
Eternity lies just ahead, full of life and joy and truth.
We will not fret to see this house grow shabby day by day,
But look ahead to our new “Home” which never will decay.

I want to be made fit to dwell in that blest house above,
Cleansed in the precious blood of Christ, and growing still in love.
The beauty of that glorious home, no words can ever say –
‘Tis hidden from these mortal eyes, but kept for us someday!

My house is getting ready in the land beyond the sky,
It’s Architect and Builder is my Saviour on High,
But I rather think He’s leaving the furnishing to me –
So it’s “treasure up in Heaven” I must store each day you see.

By Jack Jackson Heb 10:11 (circa 1952 or 1955 Durban)

The Little Secretary

Chloe' loves to play at the computer and the calculator. She said, That she is a secretary and she is busy as a bee at her desk. The other day I came into the room using the vacuum cleaner and she said, "Poppy you need to be quite, I'm talking to the boss on the phone".

I was amazed at her conversation, when I was three I didn't know what a secretary was or even a boss although I had plenty off bossy sibblings.

She's Growing Up

Chloe let's us know that she is a big girl and not a baby. She wants to help set the table and when we are finished eating she wants to help clear the table. We hope that this is not a passing phase.





She is only three years old but has the wisdom of an older child. This could be, because she spends alot of her time around adults, except when she is in pre-school.



If she hears you talking about going somewhere, you can watch the door because she will have her bags and be ready to go.



She loves to take care of all of her dolls and stuffed animals. She is quite the little mother hen when it comes to playing dolls.