Margret A few weeks ago I was sitting in my office in the barn and the phone rang. “Hello, Judy. This is Margret Hofmann. I’m 85 now and I don’t postpone things. So. When am I going to see you?” We settled on a date. I told Margret I’d pick her up and bring her…
Praise on the Porch
Thursday evening we heard music coming from across the Village in the direction of Barnabas House, so we drove down to see what was going on. Rebekah was in the front yard with her prayer flags, and Charles and a gaggle of Ranchers with guitars were holding forth on the front porch. Diana was…
“Sis Was Slow”
Wednesday was our last day to play in Florida. I stayed home to blog, and Kelly joined the sisters on their last beach run. We’d planned to go see Toy Story 3 in the afternoon, but everyone was so tired that after a late lunch Carolyn suggested we instead watch Mamma Mia, the sing-a-long version. Inspired…
“Go now!”
Session 1 of Camp is over and I went to closing Saturday morning. I didn’t know as many of the camper families in this session—which was for teens and young adults—as I usually do. Most of the campers Miss Gay and I worked with the first 12 years of camp are now attending the adult camps.…