Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Just Past Midnight:

We just finished watching a movie on the life of Franklin D. Roosevelt. The movie focused on the years when he was stricken with polio, and his remarkable return to political life after rehabilitation. We were discussing the movie afterwards and I got to thinking about the fact that polio is seldom spoken of anymore, yet back in the early 1900s it was greatly feared. We are blessed in so many ways because of scientific breakthroughs. Tonight while Katy watched the movie she soaked one of her feet in a special solution to calm the pain and clean the wound on her ankle. After soaking it, an antibiotic ointment was applied and a new type of band-aid was applied that protects the wound but lets it breathe. She just had her pain medication and Paul and I got her in bed. All of these medical helps are giving Katy as much relief as possible, and we are very grateful for them. The things people used to have to suffer without these medical advancements only get our attention when a movie takes us back to that time. So tonight we are thankful for all the comforts we have now that our parents remember living without.

It is almost Thanksgiving Day and we were thinking about the precious memories so many of you shared with us about books you remember. I wonder if there are more stories you could tell us about the Thanksgivings you’ve enjoyed, or your family traditions. I have decided not to bake for Thanksgiving in an effort to keep the delicious aroma from torturing Katy who is still struggling to eat just a few bites. You could make our Thanksgiving holiday so very special by sharing your Thanksgiving thoughts and stories. We will “feast” on those this year. God Bless you and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Comments:
  1. Aunt Julie Says:

    Hopefully, sometime in the future, HPS will be one of those diseases that is “seldom spoken of” like polio is now. I pray that it is sooner rather than later. We love you! Have a blessed Thanksgiving! It sounds like it has already begun in your heart.
    ~Julie

  2. David and Lizi Says:

    We are here in England with Wig and Sara and the boys. Lizi went to an Alpha meeting yesterday with Sara and gave her testimony. Lizi and I are very encouraged in the way the Lord is working over here. The church Lizi’s Mom goes to is full of the holy spirit. We will be coming back next week. We have just caught up on the blog today and are praying for you. We are praying for Jesus to intervene in a mighty way.
    We love you,
    David and Lizi

  3. Jenice Says:

    Hello Campbells,
    Yes, I was just speaking with Charlotte last night(4 years old) as she was going to bed about the wonderful medications to which we have benefit in this country that others do without. The World Vision gift catalogue we recently received sparked the conversation. The children are trying to decide where their gift will go. One can purchase a gift of clean water, medecine, education, shelter, etc. for needy children all over the world. Charlotte like most children does not want to receive vaccinations at check-up time “because they hurt.” The need of the children in World Vision helped her to understand how very blessed we are to have access to vaccines that protect our bodies from disease. She was very thoughtful about it all.

    We are rising early in the morning to drive just outside of Lynchburg to participate in a fundraising run for the Genesis Shelter which aids children 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. All six of us will be participating. There is a 5K for Pete and a one miler for the rest of us. We are hoping that this will be the first of an annual tradition to “think of others” before we feast upon the many blessings God has given us on Thanksgiving day in friends, food, and family.

    May God give you peace, joy, comfort and much laughter tomorrow!

    Much love to you,
    Jenice and family

  4. Grandma & Granddad Says:

    Paul and Dawn,
    Here is a Thanksgiving Day story about Paul. He was just over two. We were eating dinner at Clara’s Nowlin street house. One of us gave Paul a piece of turkey. He chewed and chewed and chewed(no molars). Finally he took the meat out of his mouth and laid it beside his plate. Grandma Lewis was scandalized. The rest of us understood.

    Love,
    Mom and Dad

  5. Doris Harriff Says:

    I don’t remember whether it was Thanksgiving or Christmas, but Paul & Lucile’s story triggered this memory. It might even have just been a family get-together at my mother-in-law’s home. My niece Janice didn’t want to eat her peas, and she kept pushing them away, despite the pleading on the part of her mother & grandmother to eat them. I’m not sure I remember this correctly, but I think she wound up pushing some of them off her plate and under the edge of it. I guess Katy will appreciate her not wanting to eat peas!
    Aunt Doris

  6. Aunt Carrie Says:

    Katy,
    This year we will be sharing Thanksgiving with Aunt Lil and my mother at Aunt Lil’s. I do believe you will be as thankful for your “few bites” as we will be for the whole meal. We will pray that whatever you are able to eat will nourish and stengthen you. I hope you get a fabulous response to your Thanksgiving stories request and have a glorious feast as you sit down to read them.

    Here is a brief story (it is light so it should be an appetizer or perhaps part of the dessert course.)

    The day after Thanksgiving, Uncle Dave makes a turkey for “Friday Feast” a homeless feeding program at our church, which is about 1/2 hour away. He always takes as much care with this turkey as he does with our own including brine-ing, then adorning it with rosemary from the garden and sliced oranges. On that cold November evening we put the turkey in a cooler in the back of the Subaru and go on “a date” to deliver the hot turkey to the back alley of the church.

    Last year, the turkey didn’t really fit in the cooler, so we sort of slid it in with the cooler on the side and the lid ajar. We always keep the turkey in a cooking bag and in a disposable pan so the juices can be kept for the gravy. We had a pretty un-eventful drive until about 3 blocks from church, when we had to make a sharp turn.

    Glug Glug

    I said, “Dave, I don’t like that sound.” (more glug glug) Uncle Dave said, “I don’t like that sound either.”

    Sure enough the turkey had slid out of its protective cooler, the bag had split and spilled turkey juice all over the (thankfully) rubber mat in the back of the car. When we opened the back hatch a small fragrant waterfall cascaded out. We didn’t contribute much to the gravy that year.

    In the summer, when it gets really warm you can still sometimes smell a bit of holiday turkey from the back of the car.

    Love,
    Aunt Carrie

  7. Jennifer Blugerman Says:

    I can remember in 1999 when David and I were in Charlotte and I was pregnant with Emma, I was too ill from morning sickness to make the drive to Roanoke to be with family that year. I cried from a combination of feeling sick and being terribly disappointed. Our dear friend, Greg (who led David to the Lord), called to check on me and invited us to have Thanksgiving dinner with him and some good friends who were former missionaries. Sheepishly, we accepted. It turned out to be a wonderful evening. As the day progressed I felt a little better, and I even felt good enough to enjoy the food. But the best part was the Christian fellowship which was so sweet! Our day of disappointment turned into a real blessing! We couldn’t be with our blood relatives, but found it wonderful to experience that in Christ, we are ALL family. We are blood-bought relatives! :-)

    -Jennifer

  8. Patricia Hagsten Says:

    Our first Thanksgiving in Phillipsburg was memorable. We had moved there in early November, knowing that we would not be returning to Indiana/Illinois for Thanksgiving. I was lonely and not looking forward to the holiday.
    Ib and I decided to make the proverbial lemonade from a lemon, so I called our pastor, Dick Gibbins and asked him to make a list of all of the parishioners whom he thought might be alone and/or have no place to go for Thanksgiving. I was shocked to get a list of 46 names!
    I then picked up the telephone and called each and every one of them inviting them to our home for Thanksgiving if they didn’t have any plans for the day.
    I have to admit, after 42 or 43 turndowns, that I secretly began to hope nobody would accept our invitation, because by then I was beginning to feel somewhat dejected. But I persevered and the good news is that all 46 on the list had plans! The bad news is that nobody picked up on the idea that WE were lonely and alone. Nobody thought to include brand new Phillipsburg resident at their table.
    Rather than moping, we decided to head for the Big Apple and witness the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. It was fun! Rainy, but fun! Then we headed to Battery Park and decided to go out to the Statue of Liberty. By then we were getting hungry … so we bought hotdogs there while we waited for the ferry boat out to the island.
    Did we totally miss out on turkey. NO WAY! I had a turkey breast at home, just for us, when we got back to P’burg. I stuck it in the oven and we were thankful for our blessings despite our aloneness.
    May whatever you do and whatever you consume in whatever quantities are possible nourish your bodies, hearts and spirits tomorrow even as you dwell on His goodness and mercy.
    Love,
    Ib and Patricia

  9. Jennifer S. :-) Says:

    Hi Katy,
    I remember when I was little we would drive up to Ohio to be with my grandparents on my mom’s side. Her brothers would all come in and the whole family would be there. We’d eat a big meal around lunchtime and then celebrate Christmas by opening presents after the meal. After that we’d play, watch a Christmas movie, or football and I remember it being so much fun. Now that all the grandkids are growing up and everyone is so busy, the last time we were all in the same place was at a funeral. I guess that’s just the way it goes but I’ll always cherish those memories. :)

    I’m sorry you won’t be able to enjoy a full-blown Thanksgiving dinner but I do hope and pray that you will enjoy the day in other ways! We are praying for you and I love you lots!! I’m thankful for the encouragement that you and your family has been to me through this blog. Thank you for sharing.
    love and prayers,
    Jen :)

  10. Fairlight Says:

    Every Thanksgiving as I’m making pies at my parents’ house and get out their battered, old-fashioned metal pie pans, I remember the year they were given to us…I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time; our family had just moved into a farm house in the Maine countryside. Either on Thanksgiving or shortly before it, a couple of women showed up at the door to welcome us to the community with gifts of food, including the pies that originally occupied those pans. It’s neat to have the reminder of their generosity each time we make Thanksgiving dinner…We have newer and nicer pans we could use instead, but they don’t carry us back to faraway times and places like these do!

    (It was that Thanksgiving or the next that one of my brothers gorged himself on beet pickles and got sick right at the table, too, but that’s NOT such a fond memory, although someone in the family inevitably reminds us of it every year!:-) )

    May the Lord give you precious times together tomorrow, even without the feast, and hearts full of thanksgiving for how He’s sustained you through all the ordeals of the past year…

  11. Lillian Oliveira Says:

    My Goodness! David (Carrie’s husband and Paul’s brother,for those who don’t know ) cooks a much fancier turkey than I! At my house they will have to make do with the traditional old-time turkey, with bread, onions, and celery stuffing, “the kind mother made” and probably without celery some of the time. In fact, I went so many years without turkey in Africa, that I love to keep to the old tradition when I have a chance.

    Africa Thanksgivings were different. Thursday was a regular workday, so we waited until Saturday to celebrate it. And it was forever summer - November a comfortable transitional month in the 80’s. I remember two Thanksgivings in Mozambique - one was remarkable in that we actually had a small turkey, not chicken - but likewise remarkable in that the turkey ran free and ate whatever it could find, so was largely tasteless stringy muscle and skinny skin! But the best one there was when all the missionaries from both missions got together and went to the beach with all our Thanksgiving food and paraphenalia; and another lady doctor who had been in school our Dr. Marguerite and her husband and pack of kids all were there, too, coming in from Sudan.

    There were probably about 20 of us, and we swam and sunned and played with the kids on the beach, and then ate our feast, no doubt of chicken and besides some kind of pie (not pumpkin!) a fruit salad made from local papaya, bananas, pineapple and passion fruit.

    That brings another story to mind, since you’re “feeding on reading” for Thanksgiving! The visiting doctor’s spouse’s name was Talmage Wilson. I was to bump into him again. (He’s a grad of SPU, but the way.) Years later, when I was teaching Nursing at Roberts Wesleyan College, my own Alma Mater, his daughter graduated from the nursing course and he was the only one of the family able to be there. I chatted with him briefly. (You should have seen me in my very weird M.S. black gown, with sleeves like batwings!) But the real story was the next time: I had been asked to go to the Urbana Missions Conference that is always a very big national event in Urbana, Illinois, to represent our Mission Board - all kinds of missionaries and dignitaries were there - Billy Graham preached at the major event. I led a Seminar on Rural Health Prevention for 3rd world countries. Anyway there were thousands of college students and there, and we missionaries would ride on school buses from our dorms to the event stadium. One evening I got on the bus and it was so crowded that they had to put the pull-up seats between isles for people to sit on, and I ended up on one of those. The bus was dimly lighted and I didn’t particularly notice who was sitting behind me. Later on, I heard a big deep male voice from just behind me talking to the students and eventually said that he worked in the Sudan. So I turned my head as far as I could to address him and asked: “If you worked in the Sudan, did you ever happen to meet Talmadge Wilson? ” The big voice boomed out:
    “I AM Talmadge Wilson”! !!! That’s a between Christmas and New Year’s story, the snow was 4 or 5 feet deep, the temp minus something awful and I was bundled up stiff - No wonder I couldn’t turn my head. Since I love the 80’s I used to long to get back to Africa and when I touched down I’d think, “OH, I’m SAFE again! I won’t be cold again for four more years.”

    Enough, I’ve got to get ready for the Thanksgiving Service - a combined churches one, but closer to home than my church.
    I put the Christmas garlands and lights just on the mantle this afternoon, just to add some cheer to Thanksgiving with Dave and Carrie’s gang. I’m excited! We’ll have fun and we’ll tune in to you folks, maybe have time to give you a ring. By the way, I’m glad David isn’t doing OUR turkey, as neither Tony nor I like rosemary flavor AT ALL… though its a great trim.

    Love and prayers, and blessings and may God give you back your missed Thanksgiving over and over again! Aunt Lil

  12. Karen Tillman Says:

    Hey guys,
    Happy Thanksgiving. Tommy, Holly and I usually go to my mom’s house for Thanksgiving. My brother in law is a pastor, and I can remember when He and my sister lived in TN, and we only saw them a few times a year. So, Thanksgiving was always wonderful as they would come home and be with us to celebrate. Now he pastors a church closer by, and God couldn’t have sent them here at a better time than he did. As I was so sick that Holly at that time age 4 would go and live with them during the wek, and she would come home to be with Tommy and I on weekends. We were truly thankful that year that God moved them closer by as Rick and Joyce were truly where they were needed most, and still are.
    Love
    Karen Tillman

  13. sophie wilhelm Says:

    Thanksgiving traditions?
    If you can believe it in the close to 10 years that Zach and I have been married we have never been in one place long enough to have real traditions. One of the funnest thanksgivings I can remember is when we were first married we moved from Hawaii to California, and at the same time about 6 of our friends from Hawaii had also moved to the same town, so we had everyone over for a Hawaii in California dinner. It went well considering I was just 18 with very little experience in the kitchen.
    Last year we went down to the Biltmore for Thanksgving, it was so beautiful and already decorated for Christmas. However we were a little overly ambitious to try to eat a fancy dinner with an infant and a preschooler! We made the best of it.
    This year we are watching twin toddlers as well as my own toddler and preschooler, also ambitious perhaps but I am trying to do some of the cooking. So I am praying that we will have lots fun, and that I can remember what is important about today, obviously not the food and whether or not it gets done, because we will have plenty either way.
    Our prayers our with your family today, may you all have a peaceful and blessed time as a family.
    Sophie

  14. Lillian Oliveira Says:

    Dear Ones, Just checking in briefly again to wish you a VERY HAPPY THANKSGIVING, feeding on reading! Bless you all who are going without all the wonderful yummy’s tradtions for Katy’s sake. But you can keep the GREATEST TRADITION - being so very thankful to God for all He has given us, especially Salvation through His Son! I’ve been up since 5-something having devotions, and I spend some time memorizing as a meditation method. About this time of the year I start re-memorizing the Christmas story in Luke 1 & 2 and Matthew 1. This morning I have been so filled with joy dwelling on Zechariah’s prophecy, after the birth of John. To quote a little of it:

    “PRAISE BE TO THE LORD, THE GOD OF ISSRAEL! (the first words out of his mouth for over 9 months!)
    For He has raised up a horn of salvation for us, in the house of his servant David…

    to remember His Holy Covenant, the oath He swore to our Father Abraham…

    to rescue us from the hand of our enemies

    And to enable us to
    Serve Him WITHOUT FEAR

    In HOLINESS and RIGHTEOUSNESS
    Before Him
    All our Days!”

    We wear His Righteousness and in obedience can
    appear perfect - LIKE JESUS! before HIM!
    all our days….

    I AM THANKFUL!!!

  15. Lillian Oliveira Says:

    A P.S. I’m expecting my sister Doris to pounce on me with an inaccuracy! My mother DIDN’T stuff turkey - it was chicken as turkeys were not grown around there. The first time I tasted turkey was when our older sister, Laurie, was in High School and they had a Thanksgiving feast with turkey and she brought some home so we good all get a little taste. Doris, do you remember that? Aunt Lil

  16. Doris Harriff Says:

    No, I don’t remember that; although I do remember that Laurie brought the concept of “Southern fried chicken” to us, probably when you guys were in North Carolina. Of course, Mom had always parboiled chicken before frying it, probably because it was usually tough old hens! And, yeah, I knew we never had turkey, but I thought maybe you were just generalizing.