Tag: Anniversaries

March

The question always is will March come in like a lamb or a lion? Of course, the questions refers to the weather…

A mama robin, has perched on the tree outside our living room window the last few mornings.

For me, either way, March comes in with mixed emotions. There are several significant anniversaries for me in the month of March:

March 7, my father died in 1974
March 9, my mother died in 2009
March 16, our first grandson was born 2016
March 19, our second grandson was born in 2020
March 20, I was born in 1953
March 25, Gary and I were married in 1978

My mother died on this date in 2009. I created an album with items from her funeral and her last days.

My mother, Ruby. Photo from the 1940’s.

Then, during the next 10+ years, I kept stuffing bits and pieces into the album as a safe place to put something significant related to her. It needed to be re-organized, so I took the album off the shelf to work on it during a recent snowstorm. I enjoyed going through the journal entries, the funeral program, and looking at the pictures. The hymns sung at her funeral were printed out, and included On Eagle’s Wings, an uplifting song (no pun intended!). 

Chorus:
And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand

We recently took a day trip to the National Eagle Center, in Wabasha.

Angel, a permanent resident eagle at the National Eagle Center.

Columbia and Angel are resident eagles there, because of injuries. Both are female, and both in their “20’s”. Such majesty, beauty, power.

Columbia, also a current resident at the eagle center.

We tallied 14 eagle sightings en route to Wabahsa, on that pleasant March day. They are a magnificent sight. But I digress…

Back to momentous March dates…

My father, Herb. Photos from the 1940’s.

My father passed away on March 7, 1974. He was only 55 years old. I have accumulated pictures and written history information from our recent trip to Norway with intentions to compile them in an album. I plan to do so during the upcoming predicted snowstorm this week. Another 2-3 inches…downgraded from 7-8 inches.

March 25, 1978

Then, on to warmer spring days, and happier celebrations of births and marriage. 

Ah, the circle of life…

My Christmas Cactus

My Christmas Cactus is blooming. It doesn’t bloom often, and it doesn’t bloom at Christmas, so I wonder about the name!

This beautiful plant was a slip given to me from a friend’s cactus, and there is a story.

My Christmas Cactus in bloom.

My friend’s grandmother brought the “mother plant” along with her, when she immigrated from Alesund, Sweden in the late 1800’s.

She traveled to the United States, by herself, from Sweden to meet up with her future husband who had settled in Friberg Township, in northern Minnesota. Several other Swedish immigrants settled in the area and they built a Baptist Church, which is still standing. My friend’s grandparents had 10 children and gathered together for a family photo on their 50th wedding anniversary, in 1936.

My friend, Kay, holding a photo taken in 1936, of her extended family. Her grandparents, their ten children and their children’s children. Kay’s mother is holding Kay in her lap…Kay was the baby at the time of the photo.

Just like this Swedish immigrant family, my Christmas cactus has many family members because many slips have been cut and replanted from the mother cactus…

I’m happy to have this succulent. Even when it’s not in bloom it has interesting foliage and is a pleasant green all year long.

My Father’s Handiwork

Built in 1972

My dad was a carpenter by trade. His father, came over from Norway at the age of 17, and took up carpentry then passed the skills onto his son. My dad built several houses, including the one I grew up in.

For my parents 25th wedding anniversary my dad made my mother a beautiful corner cupboard. He passed away a couple years later. In 1982 my mom moved out of her house to a new townhouse and she moved the corner cupboard too. I told her that I would love to have corner cupboard someday.

Over twenty years later when she moved from her townhouse into a senior living apartment she told me I could take the corner cupboard since she really didn’t have room for it, and she said she would love to see it in my house. We had the perfect corner for it and have enjoyed the cupboard for many years. I’m happy to have it.

Built in the 50’s

My dad also made a cradle for me to play with when I was a little girl. It was white with pink hearts. It was stored away for several years and at one point I painted it dark brown (and I don’t have any idea why!) Now that I have a two-and-a- half-year old grand-daughter and another grand-daughter on the way I decided it was time to restore the cradle to it’s original state. I bought primer to cover the dark brown, my husband filled in the nicks with wood filler, sanded it down, put on a coat of primer, then painted it white with pink hearts. I love it!