Thursday, September 3, 2026

a long trip down memory lane

This is a post that spans 30+ years.

Many years ago, when my children were in elementary school, the PTA organized a visit with a children’s author I had never heard of: Patricia Polacco.

From the moment she began speaking, it was evident that she was a storyteller. She drew the children, as well as their parents, into her world. She shared the story of how she had struggled to learn to read, endured teasing, and hid her disability. She found relief in expressing herself through art until a teacher recognized that she could not read and began helping her. Patricia was dyslexic.

She also brought a very special prop with her: an old quilt made from a basket of clothing belonging to family members who had immigrated from Russia many years earlier. Patricia was the fourth generation to care for this quilt.

That quilt became the inspiration for one of Patricia Polacco’s first books, The Keeping Quilt:

“And so it was. From a basket of old clothes, Anna’s babushka, Uncle Vladimir’s shirt, Aunt Havalah’s nightdress and an apron of Aunt Natasha’s become The Keeping Quilt, passed along from mother to daughter for almost a century. For four generations the quilt is a Sabbath tablecloth, a wedding canopy, and a blanket that welcomes babies warmly into the world…”

The book tells the story of Patricia’s own family and the quilt that became a symbol of their enduring love, family, and faith.


I bought the book that day, and Patricia signed it and addressed it to my children. As she published more books, I bought those, too. I read them to my children, and over the years, my collection grew and I have kept all of them.

Years later, when I was taking classes for my Master's Education, one of my required courses was Children’s Literature. For my final teaching presentation, I chose Patricia Polacco and focused on the way she wove her family, heritage, life experiences, and art into her stories. I even brought my autographed copy of The Keeping Quilt to share with the class.


During that Children’s Literature course, my professor told us about the Mazza Museum, located on the University of Findlay campus in Findlay, Ohio. The museum houses the world’s largest collection of original artwork by children’s book illustrators.

Fast-forward several years.

My husband grew up in Findlay, and recently, on our way to Coldwater Lake, we needed to stop there so Todd could take care of a project he’s working on with friends. I took the opportunity to take the car and visit the Mazza Museum.

And there it was.

The original artwork from The Keeping Quilt and the Keeping Quilt itself.




After more than 30 years, I stood in front of the quilt that had been part of a story that began when my children were little. A book I had bought for them. A book signed by the author. And now, an original piece of that story hanging in a museum in the town where my husband grew up.

I also got to see original illustrations from many other beloved books I had read to my children over the years.

It was one of those unexpected full-circle moments that made me stop and appreciate how life threads connect.

A children’s author I had never heard of became part of my children’s childhood, then part of my education, and now the journey continues as I look forward to reading Patricia Polacco books to my grandchildren. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Coldwater Lake, Michigan, marked our 4th annual gathering of college friends at Mike and Ann’s beautiful home. It was a weekend filled with spectacular sunsets, a full moon, a lunar eclipse, pontoon cruises on the lake, and, most importantly, non-stop stories, laughter, and memories.

All the guys are fraternity brothers, a few of us girls also attended Wittenberg, and the other women joined our circle along the winding path of life. There’s something about friendships that have stood the test of time. They are a blessing. Here’s to another year of making memories, telling the same stories just a little louder, laughing until our sides hurt, and gathering again at the lake.





 







Monday, August 31, 2026

monday's mulling: let's go!

We were at Coldwater Lake for the weekend, and Sunday was our daughter's birthday. Coldwater is only two hours from Chicago, so we thought, why not? Let’s take Lauren to dinner!

A quick call to her husband and he had a dinner reservation waiting for us at Piccolo Sogno, a lovely Italian restaurant in Chicago’s River West neighborhood.

An impromptu trip, a delicious dinner, a wonderful family celebration, and then a leisurely drive home on Monday.

One of the joys of retirement is having the freedom to say, “Why not?” and then those little detours become the icing on the (birthday) cake.






Saturday, August 29, 2026

the lunar eclipse

Last night, an almost full moon shone over Coldwater Lake, Michigan. Its soft light illuminated the sky and shimmered across the surface of the lake as the moon awaited its eclipse.

A lunar eclipse occurs when the Earth moves directly between the sun and the moon, blocking the sun’s direct light from reaching the lunar surface and casting Earth’s shadow across the moon. A friend of a friend took this beautiful photograph of the eclipse using a telephoto lens which allowed her to capture the moon’s details up close.

I stayed up to watch the eclipse until it reached about 50%. There was something peaceful about standing beneath the night sky, watching the moon slowly disappear into Earth’s shadow.

An ordinary day had a extraordinary ending.


 

Friday, August 28, 2026

the friday feed: tomatoes and cottage cheese

Tomatoes and cottage cheese has been a summer favorite for a long, long time. It's an anytime meal for me...breakfast, lunch, or dinner. There’s just something about a fresh, juicy tomato paired with creamy cottage cheese that never gets old. A little salt and pepper with a drizzle of olive oil is all I need. Simple, fresh, and so satisfying...sometimes the best meals are the ones that need the least fuss. 


 

Thursday, August 27, 2026

tournesol

It is hard not to smile when you see a sunflower basking in the sunshine.

Sunflowers are known for turning toward the sun, a beautiful reminder of steadfast faithfulness and the promise to remain true. They grow tall and strong, even through wind, rain, and difficult weather, symbolizing endurance, resilience, and optimism.



In French, a sunflower is called
tournesol, from tourne, meaning “turn,” and sol, meaning “sun.” Even its name captures the flower’s quiet instinct to keep turning toward the light.




“I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life than the sunflower. That's because of the reason behind its name. Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it. And that's such an admirable thing. And such a lesson in life." – Helen Mirren


 ðŸŒ» 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻

Keeping with National Parks Week, this Google Doodle features the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee. 


Wednesday, August 26, 2026

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

For the past week I let my neighbor's dogs out for a play and potty break around noon. She and her husband had commitments where neither was available to come home to let these sweet boys out. Meet Hatter and Nuggz. Hatter loves, loves, LOVES to chase the frisbee and after he catches it, a game of tug-of-war ensues and then comes the next toss. Nuggz, on the other hand, love to walk the fence line and eat grass. They are both around 11 years old - senior dog sweethearts.



This past weekend Owen and Andrew were here for a visit.  One morning I fixed bacon and eggs for Owen and when he decided he wanted something else, making a breakfast "sandwich" came to the rescue. Ritz crackers, a piece of cheese, a little piece of bacon, a spoonful of eggs, topped with another Ritz cracker did the trick. 

That afternoon, we took a field trip to Grandpa Joe's Candy Shop, a little piece of heaven on earth for a 4-year old child. Imagine candy and toys at eye level. That visit was a series of one "WOW" after another and of course our little negotiator talked us into a few must have purchases.



In 1939, President Franklin D. Roosevelt established National Aviation Day. It falls on August 19 to honor aviation pioneer Orville Wright's birthday, one of Dayton's favorite sons. 

A sign of the times. Out at the farm, pennies are getting scarce. This is disgruntling to some of our senior customers who appreciate having exact change counted out to them, even if they get a few pennies in their favor.


Are you familiar with the riddle, "Railroad crossing, look out for the cars! Can you spell that without any "r's?"

We stopped at a railroad crossing, the first car to get blocked by the crossing rails. The train was a long one, taking 7 minutes to pass. Nowadays, trains don't have cabooses and I still miss seeing the very last train cars. Mandatory caboose laws ended in 1988.



The most recent National Parks Week Google Doodle, Yellowstone. This honors the rich history of Yellowstone National Park, the oldest national park in both the United States and the world.