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Play List for a Young Man’s Memorial
Ahokan Farewell
I’m Just a Poor Wayfaring Stranger
Come Ye Disconsolate (half time)
Grace
I Want Jesus Walk with Me
Doxology (left hand octaves in G, like bells tolling, rhythmic differences)
Down to the River to Pray
Children of the Heavenly Father
Awesome God
Amazing Grace in minor key
Amazing Grace in major key
Awesome God
Homeward Bound
What Wondrous Love is This
What a Friend We Have in Jesus
I Will Arise
Precious Jewel (funky beat)
Leaning on the Everlasting Arms (half time)
Band of Brothers
A blog is a good place to keep lists. Here is the list of songs I played at a memorial service yesterday. I chose songs that I could play out of my heart (translation: without music), not knowing how the visibility would be.
It was a gift to be able to give myself musically to my dear friends. When a friend experiences a loss, we all want somehow to do something to express our love and compassion. We need to give. A hug. A card. A batch of rolls. Mow the lawn. I was able to play the piano. It was a sweet thing–a gift I gratefully receive–to be able to share that for my friend(s).
How Teaching Piano Made Me a Better Reader
When I taught piano lessons, I assigned different levels of music to each student. One piece was below their reading level; in short, easy to play. The student didn’t have to strain over which notes to play; instead she could concentrate on phrasing, dynamics, expression. So even though the music was easy, it needed to be quality, worthy of expressive playing.
The bulk of the music was bread and butter. Working from white bread to 10-grain, it got chewier in increments. Not effortless, but with regular practice the music could be mastered by the next lesson. Like bread, this was the daily sustenance of the art of playing piano. One bite at a time.
The long-term focus was the challenge piece. This was music which, at first glance, seemed overwhelming. Beyond the beyonds. Too much black print. Flat out unplayable. But we broke it up into manageable chunks, slowly worked through the notes, the rhythm, the key signature. Row by row, I watched my students get the job done. Some lessons were work sessions, pounding the notes. Eventually, it coalesced into a polished piece.
Reading is like this.
Easy books are a good thing if they are good books. That’s why, when I want a light read, I go to my stack of quality children’s literature. Wind in the Willows is ever so much more satisfying than Whence Comes the Hunk.
Most reading is of the bread and butter variety. Whether you have eclectic tastes or you gravitate toward a particular genre, there are books a plenty to read. Memoirs, mystery, devotional, relational, informative, helpful books. We all love stories.
Here’s an easy definition of a challenge book: a book you have to push yourself to read. A worthy challenge book will reward you and keep you at it. Slow the pace down, take small bites, and row by row, you’ll bring in the crop.
Sometimes it became apparent that the piece I assigned my student wasn’t a good fit. So I unassigned it. The same goes with books. A hard-to-read book is not necessarily a good book. It may just be poorly written.
These three levels of effort can apply to most occupations: jogging, friendships (when you hear the word challenge friendship does a face come to mind? she asks smiling), mechanics, cooking, thinking….life.
Simple Pleasures of High Summer
whatever you want to call them.
(Only one of these cutie-pies is related to me!)
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Flowers, blossoms, buds, flora….color!
The very pink of perfection!
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Sisters
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The sweetest thing in my garden…
Vegetables are the food of the earth; fruit seems more the fruit of the heavens.
~ Sepal Felicivant
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….and lastly,
the color Aegean Green.
Funny, I don’t love the color but I am gaga over the name of the color.
Aegean Green just makes me smile.
What simple pleasures are you enjoying before summer wanes and mistappears?
Do you have a favorite descriptive color?
Don’t you love to read paint chips for the color names?
On Online Friendships
The first blog I ever read back in 2004 was Quiet Life.
Donna’s writing was a joy and encouragement.
She’s been called a “spirit-gardener.”
It turns out, Donna was born September 27th.
I was born in the same year on September 28th.
We grew up two towns away from each other.
We are both part of a family of seven kids.
We both lost parents at a young age.
I read Quiet Life daily for several months.
One day, I was compelled to respond to something she wrote.
It was SO scary.
Me? Comment on someone’s blog?
And she didn’t know me?
What would she think????
Donna has the gift of the right word for the right time.
Time and time again.
Donna has another gift, she does.
She is a friendship broker.
Her comment section (QLCS for short) has
introduced me to several friends who are dear to my heart.
I’ve met two in real life.
There are more on my list to meet.
Donna gives her readers something else:
she shares her family.
We all, in some way, believe Katie is our daughter too.
We love Donna’s kids.
Donna has five sisters; we know them by name,
and consider ourselves honorary Glyman girls.
I’m always learning from Donna’s example:
Keep it short.
Ask questions.
Find appropriate quotes.
Be interested in others.
Take photos.
So on this trip to Chicago, a pocket of time opened up,
time enough for a short visit at a halfway point.
We met at Chipotle’s and talked.
And talked. And talked.
It was sweet.
Ah, Donna.
Love you. Mean it!
~ happy sigh ~
Day of Rest
It’s a day of rest.
These are my people.
Not pictured: a golden eagle hitchhiking on the side of the road.
We stopped to offer a lift, but he took off on his own.
Home Below Hell’s Canyon
After Five Five-Star Books in a row, I didn’t expect to read a sixth stellar book. A friend loaned me this book, and I decided I’d better read and return it. We had swapped books of local pioneer stories and the one I sent her wasn’t really that good. I approached Home Below Hell’s Canyon with a neutral attitude.
Well.
This book whirled me around. During the Depression Grace and Len Jordan bought a sheep ranch in Hell’s Canyon. With their three young children, they worked to make a go of it. Danger, isolation, toil, trials were daily companions. Jordan does not resort to high drama, nor does she syrup the narrative.
The life of the Jordan family was so foreign to a typical family’s life in 2010. Risks had to be taken, decisions had to be made, chores had to get done…all without a husband a cell phone call away. The pace of life was measured, time was carefully apportioned for the family and ranch hands to be fed and provisioned. It was typical to can 1,000 quarts of fruits, vegetables and meat for the year to come.
What fascinated me was the education of the children using the Calvert School’s correspondence course. The Jordans homeschooled before homeschool was a word! The way Grace Jordan met the challenges of educating the kids while running a ranch is worth the cost of the book.
This book is worthy. I hope to re-read it down the road. Satisfying stuff.
Len Jordan went on to become governor of Idaho and a US Senator.
Grace Jordan wrote four more books, taught journalism and English at various Idaho universities and has an elementary school named after her.
Wedding Journal for July
I love weddings, I do.
Where else do you get to fling flowers up in the air? There is something glorious about a celebration, dressing up, taking vows, sharing food, taking pictures. In the casualization (made that word up!) of our culture we find ourselves with very little ceremony in our lives. Besides it’s jolly good fun! It takes a lot of work, but the rewards are wonderful.
Last week’s wedding was unique for us: my husband was the officiant! The groom has been our friend since 1981 and he wanted the person tying the knot to be personally connected.
Quinoa Salad
Quinoa Salad
Cooked quinoa
Add chopped:
cucumbers (I used English)
onion (green or white or red)
bell pepper (red, yellow, green)
tomato (fresh or sun-dried)
olives (black or Kalamata)
artichokes
Salt and pepper
Vinegar and Oil dressing
As I made this salad it dawned on me that, aside from the quinoa, it features all the ingredients for a lovely stir-fry. So this is my summer stir-fry dish! When I eat it, I pretend I’m Lebanese. (I know that’s neurotic, but there it is.) I could make a large bowl of this salad and have lunches for a week. Yum!
It Is a Privilege
I called my cousin Rebecca when her husband died of cancer. Her quiet words, spoken ten years ago, are barnacled to my soul: It was a privilege to be his wife.
That’s exactly how I feel after 32 years of marriage. It is, it was, it continues to be a privilege to be his wife. Happy Anniversary, my love!



























