Thursday, April 30, 2009
Here is Jacob and our cousin, Benjamin from Bismarck.
All 6 of us grandchildren were the casket-bearers. Though I'm the oldest of the Delzer grandchildren, I'm almost the shortest and the only girl... :)
...And here's another picture of a friend who was like a brother to mother when they were growing up. His wife is now a very dear friend too...
Later on, the immediate family met at Grandpa's house to open the cards and devided them out for everyone to write thank-yous. As soon as Mother's ready, she and I are going to write out our portion of them and get them in the mail right away.
One of the bright spots in the last two days was in getting to meet my mom's uncle David and his wife, Frances. They're from Wisconsin, so I don't remember ever meeting them before, although I know I did when I was real little. Mother has always told us children how much she loved her uncle David and his wife and now we finally got to meet them!!! Here, aunt Frances is showing Mother some of her pictures on her camera...
...And on the far right in this picture you can see "Uncle David". He has a great sense of humor and thinks that I should go into the Rodeo business because I have some cows. :)
Well, I could post even more pictures, but I should probably dig out a pen and start writing our notes of gratitude... Please, if you have time and think of it, could you pray for my grandpa in these next few days? He is taking the loss of Grandma very hard and was not in very good physical condition even before she passed away. We don't know if he'll be able to stay in his home now without her. We're going to invite him to come stay for a few days with us, but I'm not sure if he'll come.
Thank you to everyone who has been praying for us and who has sent us such comforting words of sympathy! God will pull us through with the help of friends like you~
These were some of the pictures that were there for people to look at:
This is my grandpa and grandma on their wedding day--59 years ago...
Here is a picture of their family when my mom was a little girl. Isn't she cute?
And this is a picture of my grandma... She would have loved all the singing at her funeral and all the pretty flowers!
This was the viewing at the funeral home on Tuesday. My grandpa is way on the right of the picture. Please keep him in your prayers, as he is not doing well without Grandma. He depended a great deal on her...
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thank you everyone for your prayers! I've really been more at peace with this whole thing than I thought I'd be...
Monday, April 27, 2009
And here's the after: See any difference? :)
Then, Jacob thought we should get a "During" picture, so Mother took one when she got off the phone...
Well, there's much to do yet, so I'd best get back to it...
A Funny Little Story About Hymns and Praise Songs~
By: Author Unknown
An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the farmer. "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
"Praise choruses?" asked the wife. "What are those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different," said the farmer.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked the wife.
The farmer said, "Well it's like this ... If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well that would be a hymn. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you,
'Martha, Martha, Martha,Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,the white cows, the black and white cows,the COWS, COWS,COWS are in the corn,are in the corn, are in the corn,in the CORN, CORN, CORN, COOOOORRRRRNNNNN,'
then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well that would be a praise chorus."
~As luck would have it, the exact same Sunday a young, new Christian from the city church attended the small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."
"Hymns?" asked the wife. "What are those?"
"They're okay. They're sort of like regular songs, only different," said the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked the wife.
The young man said, "Well it's like this ... If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well that would be a regular song. If on the other hand, I were to say to you,
'Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense,
Hearkenest they in God's sun or his rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn chewed.
So look to that bright shining day by and by,
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.'
Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four, and change keys on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."
Sunday, April 26, 2009
BTW, babysitting went really well this morning and the neighbors' 6-year-old son was there also and helped me find things, (as I wasn't familiar with their house) so that was a blessing!
I'm guessing that we'll be going down to Eureka this afternoon to work on funeral arrangements. None of the children have ever planned a funeral before, so it will require lots of cooperation to make sure we get everything covered. It still doesn't seem real that Grandma's gone, but I'm sure it will register hard when we're in her house and she's nowhere to be found...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
We found out tonight that my Delzer grandmother died of a massive heart attack just a little bit ago. Please keep us all in your prayers as we try to realize what this all means. This is my first grandparent to have died and it's hard for it to really sink in that she's gone...
This picture was taken at my birthday in March--the last picture that I had with my grandma Erdie. We would have celebrated her 80th birthday in October... Please just pray for us all and especially for my grandpa, Harvey!
...A FEW MINUTES LATER--A HAPPY MOTHER...
And now, just so that my blog doesn't get a little too animal-heavy, I thought I'd post a U-tube video about the Von-Trapp Children Singers. Enjoy~
Friday, April 24, 2009
So, we were bustling around the house--Andrew was sweeping the kitchen floor; I was frying some beef and venison burger; and Mom was over returning the printer to our neighbors', when I noticed that Jacob was through with his last task. I then asked him, "Jacob, will you please pick up the rest of the rugs and go shake them outside?" Apparently he didn't hear me, (I asked him later and he said that he really hadn't heard me,) as he walked into the other room without responding. After a few seconds and no Jacob, I realized that he hadn't heard, so I said something louder to him... At the very same moment, Andrew said the very same thing, as he had overheard what I had said to Jacob and knew too that our younger brother wasn't coming.
What do you suppose we both said??? ....Should I take a poll with a bunch of possible answers and you can vote on it? :) I guess I'll just tell you...
We both said, simultaneously, "Ya-kov", which is Hebrew, I think, for Jacob. Andrew & I stared at each other then, wondering if we had heard right what the other person had said, and when we realized we had said the same thing, we had a good laugh. We honestly don't call Jacob "Ya-kov" very often, so it was especially funny that we did now!
Oh, and the end of the story? Well, "Ya-kov" heard us this time and soon was busily shaking the rugs out in the fresh Spring air.
I guess God likes to surprise us! Happy Winter~
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Yesterday, I spent a large portion of my afternoon trying to get our printer to print the way it's supposed to. Not all of the colors of ink were coming through and it was so frustrating... Mother finally decided to call around and see if she could find a printer that we could use to print Andrew's graduation invitations with. One neighbor said we could use hers, except she didn't have any colored ink, so that wasn't going to work. She offered to get us any ink or cartridges we need in Bismarck tomorrow, so we were grateful for that. However, Mother decided to call another neighbor and see what her printer situation was, and she said that we could borrow hers right away. She brought it over last night and so we're hoping now that the rest of this project will be smooth sailing from here on out!
When Stacey brought the printer over last night, she also brought her two oldest children (my babysit-ees) and so I got to get two goodnight hugs and kisses from my darlings! Little children are so precious... All children are, really!
Oh, I should tell you about the calf that looks like an over-grown skunk... Yesterday Jacob & I tagged one of the cutest calves of the year--a black calf that has a white stripe down his back and some white dots in a few other places. It seems like we get one of these unique looking calves every year, but not from the same cow--funny! God's creativity is amazing!
Here I was trying to get the calf to turn around so that Jacob could get a better picture of her. :)
Well, it's nearly lunch time, so I'd best help get some food on the table. My dad is hauling sunflowers to Enderlin today and Andrew is cleaning grain (from dawn to dusk), so it will just be the three of us here. It always seems strange to eat without the rest of the family being here!
The Town of Don't-You-Worry...
There's a town called Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile;
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
Where the Never-Grumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne'er-Give-Up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.
In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I-Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of No-Fret Hill.
There are thoroughfares delightful
In this very charming town,
And on every hand are shade trees
Named the Very-Seldom-Frown.
Rustic benches quite enticing
You'll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-Earnest-Prayer.
Everybody there is happy
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile.
by I. J. Bartlett
from the book, "The Best Loved Poems of the American People"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Here they are:
Monday, April 20, 2009
Chores went well, all except for the end part, that is... See, I was going to water the 2 cows that are locked in a pen behind the barn. The garden hose we use to water them with was still mostly frozen, but a little trickle of water came out the end, so I knew it would open up eventually. I waited for a couple minutes for the water to come, but it didn't, so I decided to leave the hose in the trough and go get oats with Jacob, as he was already driving the tractor over to the grain bin. We returned in about 5 minutes and, after unloading the pails of grain from the loader bucket, I went to check if the hose had opened. Well....there are a bunch of calves (ones we had bottle-fed last year) in the same pen that I had to string the hose through to get to the water trough in the back of the barn. The hose had come open, but the calves had stepped on the hose and managed to pull it out of the trough, so the water splashed all over the already muddy ground, making it REALLY messy! The cows still needed water though, so I jumped through the mud and got the hose back into the trough. After it was full, I started to turn to head for the hydrant (to turn the water off,) but my boots didn't budge! (I should tell you that these are the tall, black kind of boots that you just slip your foot in and out of.) I wasn't expecting this change of plans, so I ended up with one stocking foot in the mud and the other still in my other boot--which was sinking down even farther into the squishy mud. Yuck. Jacob came by about then and thought it was funny that I was stuck, as he had had a similar experience just last week! Oh the joys of Springtime on the farm... I did get out, after a minute, and we both had a good laugh. (My socks are now washed and are hanging up on the wash line, drying in the crisp breeze.)
So, were you ready to get back to work this morning, or were you a "Bear" about it? Here's a movie we found on U-tube a while ago, and I've been saving it for such a time as this. :) Be sure to turn your speakers WAY DOWN in the beginning, while they show the penguin--as the music is crazy! I think the polar bear is SO funny, though, and that's why I decided to share this with you. I hope your Monday has been great!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
We really liked the movie--perhaps even better than we enjoyed Flywheel!?!?! The whole story seemed more believable and what a good message it had too! (I don't see how anyone could watch it without at least a few tears trickling down their cheeks...) There were a couple things I would have changed or added if I'd been making it, but even as it is, I would recommend it to friends! Thank you, F. family, for loaning Fireproof to us!!!