Wednesday, August 20, 2008

My Daddy is Gone - My worldview starts to take shape




My Dad was gone a lot, so unfortunately there are not many memories of him in my early years. I just thought he was dashing, mysterious and glamorous!! He ended up in Korea for a year while Mom and I lived with my grandmother (mom's mom, Mary B. Lehnert)

My dad would always bring me wonderful dolls and presents home when he returned. I always had something to look forward to......I still like to look forward to things to this day....and I LOVE to give presents!! I can see how my worldview started to take shape. We women could take care of things....there was no man at home......we could rely on ourselves. And who was the authority in the home? The women, of course.

This is the place where I REMEMBER disobeying my Dad and he and I got burned pretty badly. He had come home and we were celebrating with dinner on the back porch. We saw a fire in the kitchen through the window. Dad told me to STAY OUTSIDE while he ran in. Unfortunately I ran in (I was worried about him), stood in a corner while he was taking out a burning pot of grease...the wind caught it and blew the fire on me. He and I ended up at the hospital with fairly severe burns. One of my first memorable lessons of disobedience and headstrongness...many more to come!

Farm Life






My love of farm living began. My dad went to a school at Chanute AFB in Illinois in 1951. At 4 years old, we lived upstairs in a Mennonite farmhouse with a wonderful family. I especially remember Monty, their son, who was a year older than me. It was a wonderful sheep farm and I remember going out to the barn to watch them sheer. Somewhere there is a picture of this farm and if I ever find it, I'd love to post it. It was a big, two story white farm house with a big wrap around porch. Love big farm houses and lots of land to this day.........and homemade pies in the window.....hmmmmmm I digress. Really, this is a great way to live. Must be why my memories are so strong. I thought it was a wonderful time. We only lived here for a year.

At this time I also started my tapping career. I remember performing "Me and My Teddy Bear."
Me and my teddy bear
have no worries have no care
me and my teddy bear
just play and play all day.

Every night he's with me
when I climb up the stairs
By my side he listens
when I say my prayers.

Me and my teddy bear
just play and play all day.

Take a bow.......................

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Born in Akron, Ohio






I was born in Akron, Ohio on November 17, 1947 in People's Hospital. I don't think we stayed there very long. In my last post I showed you my first home with the sheer curtains in the window. I duplicated that curtain look when I had my own first "purchased" home in Kennesaw, Georgia. Memories have strong influences!!!

The Berlin Airlift started so Dad applied for recall. He was recalled in September of 1948 and off to Enid, OK we went. We lived in an airstream trailer for a few months. (I've always like those too!)

A few more pictures..................................................

Here I Come!!!!




On December 3, 1945 Dad got home. He had the opportunity to stay in or go to Germany during the occupation. He got out and tried to be a banker in Hudson, Ohio. They bought a little house in Akron for $9,000. I don't think he liked the 9 to 5 very well. He was suited for flying and he missed it!

Pilot Pictures and Palm Springs







A few more pictures of my glamorous parents....hump pilot and Palm Springs living "the good life"!

In The Beginning

Dorothea Jane Lehnert and Arvid Keith Shook were neighbors in Akron, Ohio. They both attended North High School where they became sweethearts. They married on May 9, 1942 at St. Martha's Church on Talmadge Avenue - high school friends Joe LaSalle and Fran stood up for them. Dad was on a 15 day leave from the Royal Canadian Air Force, went to Akron and my mom said, "In case you don't know it, you are getting married tomorrow!" ( ooooooooh......could this be shades of my own controlling ways?!!! ) Dad was in flying school and mom joined him in Miami, Ok. Christmas of l942, they got an apartment in Alexandria, VA where mom worked for the Red Cross. Then, in the spring of 43, they headed to Long Beach, CA. Dad was in the Air Transport Command. Dad said he was gone a lot.....they had a little house in Palm Springs and mom spent a lot of time around the pool. It was the good life!! Mom learned to drive a car in the desert. In 1945 Dad was called overseas to India to live in tent city. he had a monkey named Suki!!! He was a Hump pilot meaning he flew the Hump from China to Burhma during the war. These men were fearless!!
Now you'll begin to see how my worldview was shaped....................

Arvid Keith Shook and Dorothea Jane Lehnert


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Known In The Gates

I just had to inject this post.....it has to do with adventures to come. My husband has entered the race for State Representative. I have to tell you how proud I am of him. He is a man of God and a man of integrity and a man of conviction...very rare in our world today. He can no longer sit around complaining about the state of affairs and not be part of the the solution...........so.....HATS OFF!!! Run with endurance the race set before you!!

"Her husband is known in the gates, when he sits among the elders of the land." Proverbs 31:23

Update - Ken did not make it through the primary but he ran an honest, upright race. It is Brevard County's loss.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Hitting The Mark

Have you ever tried to hit a bullseye with a bow and arrow? Are you content just to hit the target? I pray this life testimony helps the reader to see that as a young girl, I didn't even know there was anything to aim for. Sin is defined as "missing the mark".......boy, my arrows were flying everywhere!!!! Before I begin, I'll show you the bullseye:

"The benediction that falls upon the homes of a country is like the gentle rain that descends among the hills. A thousand springs are fuller afterward, and along the banks of a thousand streamlets flowing through the valleys the grass is greener and the flowers pour out richer fragrance.

Homes are the springs among the hills, whose many streamlets, uniting, form like great rivers society, the community, the nation, the Church. If the springs run low, the rivers waste; if they pour out bounteous currents the rivers are full. If the springs are pure the rivers are clear like crystal; if they are foul the rivers are defiled. A curse upon homes sends a poisoning blight everywhere; a blessing sends healing and new life into every channel.

Homes are the divinely ordained fountains of life. It is not by accident that men live in families rather than solitarily. The human race began in a family, and Eden was a home. The divine blessing has ever rested upon nations and communities just in the measure in which they have added to these original institutions and have kept marriage and the home pure and holy; and blight and curse have come just in the measure in which they have departed from these divine models, dishonoring marriage and tearing down the sacred walls of home.

Back of the home lies marriage. The wedding day throws its shadow far down the future; it may be, ought to be, a shadow of healing and benediction.

Marriage is intended to bring joy. The married life is meant to be the happiest, fullest, purest, richest life. It is God's own ideal of completeness. It was when He saw that it was not good for man to be alone that woman was made and brought to him to supply what was lacking. The divine intention, therefore, is that marriage shall yield happiness and that it shall add to the fullness of the life of both husband and wife; that neither shall lose, but that both shall gain. If in any use it fails to be a blessing and to yield joy, and a richer, fuller life, the fault cannot be with the institution itself, but with those who, under its shadow, fail to fulfill its conditions."

"The carpenter works in wood, the mason works in stone, the smith works in iron, the artist works on canvas, the the home-maker works on immortal lives . The wood or the stone or the iron or the canvas may be marred, and it will not matter greatly in fifty years; but let a tender human soul be marred in its early training, and ages hence the effects will still be seen. Whatever else we slight, let it never be our home-making. If we do nothing else well in this world, let us at least build well within our own doors. "Homemaking" by J.R. Miller

BULLSEYE!!! 60 years old and looking backwards....wouldn't it have been wonderful to have known these truths in our youth? How much heartache and trouble would it have prevented? But it is never too late....marriage is a sanctifying experience. God uses each partner as sandpaper for the other, sanding away all the layers of dirt and grime that we can bring into our homes. The sandpaper helps our arrows to shoot straight!

"And they shall be of Thee, that shall build the old waste places; Thou shalt raise up the foundations for many generations, and Thou shalt be called the repairer of the breach, and the restorer of the paths to dwell in." Isaiah 58:14

Lets rebuild, Lets restore.....for generations to come. Now I'm really ready to show you how I found the target.

Friday, January 25, 2008

THE ADVENTURES OF SUPER MAW MAW

I AM 60 YEARS OLD........I AM STARTING A BLOG........WHY? BECAUSE I CAN (I mean I literally figured out how to do it!) The main reason.......I have 60 years of experience.....the older women are to teach the younger women. If the younger women of today are anything like younger women of my time, they need to be taught. The very passion of my heart is to see multi-generations of families living quiet-peaceful lives, working with their own hands, loving the Lord Jesus Christ with all their hearts, soul and strength, training their own children to go and do likewise. But first and foremost,my purpose is to chronicle my life for my own children, grandchildren and generations to come.
So, I'll be back and start from the beginning. You have to know history so you won't repeat it!! And, prayerfully, the reader will see that I have come a long way, baby and have a long way to go. Want to journey with me? I've heard the soda and donuts are yummy! See mamakyker.blogspot.com to find out about the treats and meet 4 of my precious grandchildren, jennylynnbabington.blogspot.com and meet my other wonderful sweeties, the burlygates.blogspot.com and meet my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased.

I'll begin the journey as a young woman, a teenager in the turbulent 60's, the era of civil rights, feminism and the sexual revolution. You'll see how one girl made her way through it all with some of her dignity intact.
I'll even try to include some pictures if I can figure out how to do it!!!!

LET THE ADVENTURES OF SUPER MAW MAW BEGIN...........and by the way, I didn't crown myself Super Maw Maw.......My 6 year old grandson, Travis actually wrote a book titled "The Adventures of Super Maw Maw" for my birthday along with a purple cape to prove it!!