Wow. It's really hard to believe. Two of my daughters are now GRANDMOTHERS! Now that really makes you realize that time goes by so very quicky. Yesterday I had all three of my great grandchilren in my home at the same time. Little Jack Dibblee is in town from his home in Olympia, Washington and visited with Eloise and Theo Morrison. (Of course it wasn't a verbal visit. They can't talk yet.)
Kimberly Dahlstrom is the grandmother of Eloise and Theo and Kristy Dibblee is the grandmother of Jack. It was surreal as I sat and looked at my family and relished the great blessing of family. It seems such a short time ago that Kim and Kristy were little girls. Soon they married, then had children and now grandchildren. It was only an eye blink ago that I was holding my daughters when they were the same age as the little babies in my living room.
Fifty nine yeares ago, a couple of young kids fell in love and married. That union resulted in four lovely daughters, four fine sons-in-law, 15 grandchilren and now three great grandchildren. What a posterity. How blessed I am. How fortunate to have lived long enough to see the Ball Thundering Herd grow and mature. I am so happy!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
I DON'T MIND GROWING OLD.
Old age is winter, alas for many people. For those who are wise and optimistic, it is a happy and fruitful time of harvest.
Old age arrives suddenly, as does the snow. One morning, on awakening, one realizes everything is white.
If someone declares that he is able to do everything at age sixty that he was able to do at twenty, then he wasn't able to be doing very much at twenty.
As one grows old, one generally rids himself of his shortcomings because they no longer serve any useful purpose.
The good side of this, as old as you might be, is that one is now younger than he will ever be.
The person who considers himself too old to learn something has probably always felt that way.
Old age embellishes everything. It has the effect of the setting sun on the beautiful sunsets of autumn.
Old age arrives suddenly, as does the snow. One morning, on awakening, one realizes everything is white.
If someone declares that he is able to do everything at age sixty that he was able to do at twenty, then he wasn't able to be doing very much at twenty.
As one grows old, one generally rids himself of his shortcomings because they no longer serve any useful purpose.
The good side of this, as old as you might be, is that one is now younger than he will ever be.
The person who considers himself too old to learn something has probably always felt that way.
Old age embellishes everything. It has the effect of the setting sun on the beautiful sunsets of autumn.
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