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Shortgrass

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If you folks recall, my mom passed away late last spring. The house mom lived in had been in the family since 1948. Grandma & Grandpa had sold the homestead, and moved to Colorado Springs where they had bought this place new. When Grandma got to where she couldn't stay alone, Mom & Dad moved in to care for her and inherited it. Both my grandparents and both my parents had met their savior inside those four walls. My how we dreaded having to sell the place. Neither of us wanted to live in Colorado Springs. We have it cleaned out and cleaned up with a for sale sign in the front yard. My sis was up over the weekend, and we went to the house to check things. She had dreaded going back there, but remarked at how easy it actually was. I, too, had been surprised at how little emotion I had felt at the prospect of selling the place. It really is true what they say about being a difference between a house and a home. Family had made the old place so very special, but now family is not there it is just a house. Family of God and a church building is the same way. If a family has dropped out of your church, it is kind of like a door sagging on the hinges or a broken window. Someone needs to repair it. If we are to take care of the church, we need to take care of our friends that are there with us. Have yourselves a good Sunday Mornin, and a good rest of the week too.
 
Thanks for taking the time to uplift your "Internet Family" every week Shortgrass...You are truly an asset to our lives,

PPRM
 
Thanks, Shortgrass. You still have the wonderful memories and that is what counts. I have many fond memories of my grandparent's old house. My dad and his brother inherited it after my grandmother died in 1984. Dad bought his brother out, and he traded it for some land that joined his place. The house is now on the second owner since my grandmother had it, and it has always been well cared for. I drive by it occasionally, but really have no desire to go inside. There are a multitude of memories though, of Sunday dinners, family get-togethers, and card games with "Grandma Grace" when we would stay in town because blizzards had blocked the road home. The memories will last forever.

Maybe the house that you refer to will transfer its blessings to new owners. Perhaps they too will come to know their Savior while living inside those four walls. It's a pleasant thought. :-)
 
Shortgrass, I hope you have saved all your Sunday morning messages. You should consider publishing them. You are a great writer.

efb
 
efb said:
Shortgrass, I hope you have saved all your Sunday morning messages. You should consider publishing them. You are a great writer.

efb
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I just sit & scribble something down. Let me tell you about my God--now he has a great message and can use about any ol' vessel that is willing to be used!
 
Soapweed said:
Thanks, Shortgrass. You still have the wonderful memories and that is what counts. I have many fond memories of my grandparent's old house. My dad and his brother inherited it after my grandmother died in 1984. Dad bought his brother out, and he traded it for some land that joined his place. The house is now on the second owner since my grandmother had it, and it has always been well cared for. I drive by it occasionally, but really have no desire to go inside. There are a multitude of memories though, of Sunday dinners, family get-togethers, and card games with "Grandma Grace" when we would stay in town because blizzards had blocked the road home. The memories will last forever.

Maybe the house that you refer to will transfer its blessings to new owners. Perhaps they too will come to know their Savior while living inside those four walls. It's a pleasant thought. :-)
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Is that a small white house that is in Merriman a block or two south of 20? If so I probably knew your G'ma.
 
Shortgrass said:
Soapweed said:
Thanks, Shortgrass. You still have the wonderful memories and that is what counts. I have many fond memories of my grandparent's old house. My dad and his brother inherited it after my grandmother died in 1984. Dad bought his brother out, and he traded it for some land that joined his place. The house is now on the second owner since my grandmother had it, and it has always been well cared for. I drive by it occasionally, but really have no desire to go inside. There are a multitude of memories though, of Sunday dinners, family get-togethers, and card games with "Grandma Grace" when we would stay in town because blizzards had blocked the road home. The memories will last forever.

Maybe the house that you refer to will transfer its blessings to new owners. Perhaps they too will come to know their Savior while living inside those four walls. It's a pleasant thought. :-)
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Is that a small white house that is in Merriman a block or two south of 20? If so I probably knew your G'ma.
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Yes, that is the place. She was a fine lady, and always kept things interesting. She had been a teacher herself, so if she didn't think the regular teachers were doing their job, she was not afraid to continue our education after school. She had flashcards, and saw to it that we learned addition, subtraction, and our multiplication "tables." Once we learned multiplication, division was easy because it was just the opposite. She never went along with the more modern trend of "sight reading." :roll: Phonics were instilled and imbedded into her grandchildren. :wink:

She taught us checkers, Chinese checkers, Rook, and Canasta. Many times if we spent the night, she would get us up early so after breakfast we would have time for a few hands of cards before walking the three blocks to school. We would say, "We'd better leave now, Grandma," and she would say, "I'll bet we have time for just one more quick hand." :wink:

She was a grand old lady. :-)
 
my wife and I used to play two handed canasta all the time, we got to the point where we knew how to screw up each other so well, that when we played with more people, we couldn't play!!! our brains were fixed on the next move, not the third or fourth from now........

we will sit up and play cribbage all night now. who needs a bar or friends when you have a wife like mine>?
 
My grandparents have been deceased for years I was a young girl in high school when they passed. It's different from me reading all of your posts about how the house isn't the same after our loved ones are no longer there. For me that house is still my grandparents and just looking at it reminds me of my childhood memories there in that house with people I love and the fun I had as a child on the ranch with my cousins. It was very difficult for me when some of the family moved in it because I guess I have such a strong attachment to the house which as an adult makes not a lot of sense however sometimes what we feel strongly doesn't always make sense does it?
 
jigs said:
my wife and I used to play two handed canasta all the time, we got to the point where we knew how to screw up each other so well, that when we played with more people, we couldn't play!!! our brains were fixed on the next move, not the third or fourth from now........

we will sit up and play cribbage all night now. who needs a bar or friends when you have a wife like mine>?
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Maybe your wife needs the bar??? Just kidding!

We are strong crib players around here to. During calving we play games several times a week since it gets dark early and it helps that we all live in the same yard.
 
Thanks again for delivering your weekly message Shortgrass.

I enjoyed it very much. I also enjoyed everyone else's stories!

I love playing cards, but lazy ace won't play card games with me :( says I'm too competitive...he could be right, but I take getting beat pretty well, just as long as you don't cheat to win :wink:

Cheers---

TTB :wink:
 

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