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Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • A Good Read


    I was often overwhelmed by the number of books on the shelf at the library and found myself just picking them out because of their title or cover.  Now I go to their website and choose what I want from a list of award winners, best seller lists or by genre based on what I'm in the mood for.  I can request a book that's at another in the system if it's not at my local library and get an email notification when it has arrived.  When I go to the library with my list I can walk straight to the shelf and pull my books for the week.

    The book I'm currently reading is one I probably wouldn't have chosen by my old method.  I found it on the Christy Awards list.  Set in 1962, This Heavy Silence is about a woman who farms three hundred acres in rural Ohio, alone.  There is something in my North Dakota heritage that resonates within as I read the work of this artist.  I echo the praise of another author who said, "With grace, wisdom, an exacting moral imagination, and a sense of well-loved place that is all too rarely met, Mazzarella's beautiful novel explores the fertile ground of inner growth, the difference between what it means to age and what it means to ripen.  An unforgettable book by a writer to watch."  -Janet Peery, author of  The River Beyond the World, finalist for the National Book Award.

    I highly recommend this book. 


    Currently
    This Heavy Silence
    By Nicole Mazzarella
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Wednesday, 11 November 2009

  •  

    My deepest thanks to those who have served
    and are now serving our country on this

    Veterans Day 2009


    My heart goes out to the family and friends of this local serviceman
    who will be arriving home tomorrow.


                      Spc. Aaron Seth Aamot              

    April 12, 1987 - November 5, 2009

    Birthplace: Bellingham, Washington

    Resided in: Custer, Washington


             Aaron Seth Aamot was born on April 12, 1987, in his grandmother’s house on the Guide Meridian, Bellingham, WA.  He was killed in action on November 5, 2009, in Afghanistan.  Aaron was raised in Whatcom County on a small farm in Custer, WA.  He was active in the Critters & Co. 4-H Club and the Ferndale FFA.  The Whatcom Youth Fair and the Northwest Washington Fair were favorite events for Aaron.

                The attacks on September 11, 2001, gave Aaron the determination to serve his country in the armed forces.  After graduating from Ferndale High School in 2006, he went to Basic Training in Fort Benning, Georgia.  After being stationed at Fort Lewis, Aaron enjoyed his role driving a Stryker vehicle in the newly formed 5th Stryker Brigade.  The 5-2 SBCT deployed in July 2009 to the area around Kandahar.  Aaron was driving his Stryker on a patrol when it hit a buried explosive.

                He is survived by his parents, Mark and Julie (Hinds) Aamot of Custer; siblings, Matthew (Angela), Joshua, Nellie (Ricky) Huisman, Benjamin (Catrina); Dale; Ethan; and Daniel.  Grandparents are the late Arnold Aamot and Charlotte (Reeck) Aamot of Bellingham, and William and Donna (McDougle) Hinds of Sedro-Woolley.

    Aaron was a devoted uncle to nephews Elijah, Samuel, Oliver, and Nathaniel, and nieces, Evelyn, Janett, Ella, and Catherine.  He is also survived by many aunts, uncles, and cousins.

    Funeral services will be held on Saturday, November 14, 2009, at 1:00 PM, in the Ferndale High School Gymnasium.  The public is invited to attend.  A graveside service will be held at Haynie Cemetery immediately following.

    Those wishing to honor Aaron’s memory and service may do so at any ICU branch where a fund has been started to benefit the 4-H Youth Programs in Whatcom County.  Aaron’s family also requests that the community keep the soldiers who are still in harm’s way and their families in prayer.

    Arranged by Moles Family Funeral Homes & Crematory



Sunday, 08 November 2009

  • Last week I took my mother-in-law to Seattle for an overnight visit that turned into something more.  We attended a symphony concert at Roosevelt High where my niece plays bass.  I was amazed at the quality of their performance.  That night mom got sick though, and we decided not to make the drive back home until she felt better.  I am thankful that I had the flexibility to stay the extra three days.
      I do love the city.  It's nice to experience the change of pace and then when I get back to the Village I appreciate the quiet serenity even more.  I had the opportunity to shop a bit and found three very cute outfits for my granddaughter.  Sydney is three, going on ten.  When she received the box of new clothes she called and we talked for about ten minutes.  As soon as I hung up I went online and made reservations to fly to Denver.  I am so blessed that my daughter loves having me.  They refer to the spare room as my room and I know I am always welcome.  I will be there for Thanksgiving, and lots of hockey.

    I am concerned about my four year old grandson, Kale.  He has been experiencing recurring fevers for a couple of months and the pediatrician hasn't been able to diagnose the problem.  They have now been referred to Children's Hospital in Seattle and will probably be going there some time this week.  It is such a helpless feeling when a little one is sick.  My son is very worried.  He knows how quickly your world can cave in.  Once before when Kale was sick he told me now that he is a father, he didn't know how I got out of bed every day after Josh died.

    It is time for prayer.



Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • Love Was His Meaning


    He Keeps All That Is Made

     He showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, in the palm of my hand, and it was as round as a ball.  I looked at it with my minds eye and I thought, ‘What can this be?’  And answer came, ‘It is all that is made.’  I marveled that it could last, for I thought it might have crumbled to nothing, it was so small.  And the answer came into my mind, ‘It lasts and ever shall because God loves it.’  And all things have being through the love of God.

    In this little thing I saw three truths.  The first is that God made it.  The second is that God loves it.  The third is that God looks after it.

    What is he indeed that is maker and lover and keeper?  I cannot find words to tell.  For until I am one with him I can never have true rest nor peace.  I can never know it until I am held so close to him that there is nothing in between.

    From 'Enfolded In Love  Daily Readings with Julian of Norwich'

    This publication was offered in 1980 by The Julian Shrine to honor the event of the commemoration of Mother Julian, born in 1342, as a saint in the Church of England.  During severe illness in 1373, Julian received the series of sixteen 'shewings' of our Lord.    For twenty years Julian meditated on the visions she had received, and recorded them and their meaning as The Revelations of Divine Love. It is the first book known to be written by a woman in English.  Julian insists in her teaching that we should see God primarily as all loving.  'Would'st thou know the Lord's meaning in this thing?  Know it well.  Love was his meaning.'


    I found this small book at a book sale just a week before Josh's death.  Little did I know the significant role it would play in my healing.  When I had no ability to focus on anything else, the words of Lady Julian were filled with the power and healing of eternity and they broke through the fog of grief.
    In preparation for what He knew was to come, God gave me this gift.
    Love was His meaning.


Sunday, 25 October 2009

  • Joshua




    I wondered how the day would begin.

    At 5 a.m. I wondered no more.

    It was my first thought when I woke. 

    Not the jolt the nightmare of waking brought for years, but a slow awareness.



    Joshua.




                                                       


                                                                            







    My Josh has been gone for ten years.

    Gone from my sight,
    gone from my arms,
    but still firmly enfolded in love in my heart.

    It is October 25, 2009.

    A decade has passed.
    A decade of this new existence.
    I did not know that who you are as a person could be changed in one heartbeat.

    A part of me died that day, too, and the part that survives is nothing like the person I was.
    Everything about me and the world around me is colored by the death of my son.

    I'm not sure what the rest of the day will bring.
    No matter how much I try to tell myself, "It's only a date on the calendar"... this date is hard.

    It takes me back to the reality,
    that only another Mother,
    who has birthed and loved and cherished a child,
    and then had to say good bye at the side of a grave,
    can begin to know. 

    Oh how much and how long it hurts to say goodbye.






    In loving memory

    Joshua William VanderYacht
    August 14, 1979 - October 25, 1999




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