~and if you should read my words~
Welcome to a new day~
I started writing a blog in May of 2010 and as I write that date it seems unbelievable to me. I've actually lost track of the total number of stories I've written. When I remember checking in May of 2019, it numbered well over 1,500. This blog, "Thyme to Go Home" is actually the second one that I have begun. The other, "Peggy's BAK Journey" is still online but slowly I am printing off each individual story and taking it offline. I am not sure what I will do with that collection of memories, but if something should ever happen to me I want to make sure that my children and grandchildren can go back to read them all.
The stories were written for them.
I never had any idea that others might like to read them.
One of the things that I have found by writing is this~
Writing helps to calm me down, big time. When I am anxious or afraid, when things seem so uncertain, sitting down at the computer and typing out my thoughts and fears has a huge impact upon lessening them. At the end of my blogpost, I can look back at my words and realize that most of the things I was so fretful of, were out of my control anyways. It ends up being a wonderful time for reflection about life and all the "bumps in the road" that come with it.
And so I continue to write.
If you should read my words and find hope in them, then I am happy.
This was to be my final year as a teacher and I would be entering retirement at the end of the school year in May. I turned in my letter to our principal a couple of weeks before the effects of the current pandemic arrived here in the United States. I remember how excited I was to know that I could come here to Ponca City Public Schools to begin the final chapter of my career as an educator. Never knowing of course what was about to happen, we sold our home in Burkburnett, Texas and moved to Kay County, Oklahoma. I'm so glad we did and even in all the changes that we have found, we have absolutely no regrets!
I came across a picture just now, one that I had kind of forgotten about. I'm sure glad that I found it because for some reason, it gives me hope! I'd like to introduce you to some people who were mighty fine folks and although they have been gone from this earth for many years now, you would have loved to know them for sure!
This picture was taken on Christmas Day of 1976, one day after my folks' house in the country south of Haven, Kansas burned to the ground. That's my dad on the left, then my Grandmother Brown, my mom, and my Grandma Scott. I look at my mom's face and see the glint of a smile. She and I have the very same smile as a matter of fact. I can see it in her face and know that mine is a carbon copy of hers.
Hardly 24 hours after losing everything they had in material possessions, Mom and Dad still had plenty to be thankful for. 8 people had escaped the fire's inferno alive and well. They at least owned a business in town, a restaurant and service station, to go to for safety and temporary housing. A thousand other blessings were theirs to be had in the days that followed the fire. Losing their home, sad any time but even more poignant on Christmas Eve, was the fodder for a million acts of kindness from friends, family, and total strangers. Those two women standing alongside them? They were no strangers to hardship either. My Grandma Bessie Scott, brought up 8 children during the throes of the Great Depression. My Grandpa Scott had serious heart issues and couldn't work to support them. Grandma picked up the slack and went to work wherever she could find a job. Grandmother Brown helped her own mother in raising up and taking care of the household of a brood of 7 children after her own father was unable to do so. She lived to nearly age 106. I want to be just like her.
The times we live in are difficult and unsure. I'm going to keep this picture out in plain sight for me to see as I plod along in the days that lie ahead. Peggy Scott Renfro comes from strong stock. I can do anything I set my mind to, and do you know what?
So can you.
What do you say, let's just do it together!
I started writing a blog in May of 2010 and as I write that date it seems unbelievable to me. I've actually lost track of the total number of stories I've written. When I remember checking in May of 2019, it numbered well over 1,500. This blog, "Thyme to Go Home" is actually the second one that I have begun. The other, "Peggy's BAK Journey" is still online but slowly I am printing off each individual story and taking it offline. I am not sure what I will do with that collection of memories, but if something should ever happen to me I want to make sure that my children and grandchildren can go back to read them all.
The stories were written for them.
I never had any idea that others might like to read them.
One of the things that I have found by writing is this~
Writing helps to calm me down, big time. When I am anxious or afraid, when things seem so uncertain, sitting down at the computer and typing out my thoughts and fears has a huge impact upon lessening them. At the end of my blogpost, I can look back at my words and realize that most of the things I was so fretful of, were out of my control anyways. It ends up being a wonderful time for reflection about life and all the "bumps in the road" that come with it.
And so I continue to write.
If you should read my words and find hope in them, then I am happy.
This was to be my final year as a teacher and I would be entering retirement at the end of the school year in May. I turned in my letter to our principal a couple of weeks before the effects of the current pandemic arrived here in the United States. I remember how excited I was to know that I could come here to Ponca City Public Schools to begin the final chapter of my career as an educator. Never knowing of course what was about to happen, we sold our home in Burkburnett, Texas and moved to Kay County, Oklahoma. I'm so glad we did and even in all the changes that we have found, we have absolutely no regrets!
I came across a picture just now, one that I had kind of forgotten about. I'm sure glad that I found it because for some reason, it gives me hope! I'd like to introduce you to some people who were mighty fine folks and although they have been gone from this earth for many years now, you would have loved to know them for sure!
Hardly 24 hours after losing everything they had in material possessions, Mom and Dad still had plenty to be thankful for. 8 people had escaped the fire's inferno alive and well. They at least owned a business in town, a restaurant and service station, to go to for safety and temporary housing. A thousand other blessings were theirs to be had in the days that followed the fire. Losing their home, sad any time but even more poignant on Christmas Eve, was the fodder for a million acts of kindness from friends, family, and total strangers. Those two women standing alongside them? They were no strangers to hardship either. My Grandma Bessie Scott, brought up 8 children during the throes of the Great Depression. My Grandpa Scott had serious heart issues and couldn't work to support them. Grandma picked up the slack and went to work wherever she could find a job. Grandmother Brown helped her own mother in raising up and taking care of the household of a brood of 7 children after her own father was unable to do so. She lived to nearly age 106. I want to be just like her.
The times we live in are difficult and unsure. I'm going to keep this picture out in plain sight for me to see as I plod along in the days that lie ahead. Peggy Scott Renfro comes from strong stock. I can do anything I set my mind to, and do you know what?
So can you.
What do you say, let's just do it together!
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