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Sunday, May 15, 2011


 Once in a long, long time someone does something so special for me that it totally hugs my heart. This time my great grandson Kenny has touched me to happy tears with the Mother's Day card he designed especially for me. The piece of blue paper on the bottom is to pull fast on then the card will open.

 When it's closed it is a house. When it it opened it is a Church.

Here is the sweet message this precious child wrote to me, his words & spelling.
"Dere Meme I love you so much I code huge you (for) ever"

I don't know any grandma who wouldn't be delighted with such a sweet card. Kenny is a very inventive and talented child as you can see.
Thank you Kenny. You have made me a very happy grandma.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Psalm 91
He who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust." Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor by the arrow that flies by day; Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand, but it shall not come near you, Only with your eyes shall you look, and see the reward of the wicked. Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place, No evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling. For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, the young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. "Because he has set His love upon me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known my name. He shall call upon Me and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation."


Friday, May 06, 2011


Irene Rosalind Ferris-Banks
March 31, 1919-June 26, 2001
She married Kenneth Andrew Banks on October 30, 1937 and they raised three daughters.
Mom loved God, family, babies, her gardens, fishing and rock hounding.
She worked away from home for many years and still was able to raise huge gardens, can the produce, raise and butcher countless chickens, turkeys and geese and make delicious meals.
She could fish the rivers with the best of them, scale, gut and cook her catch as well as Dad's.
She made home brew and wine and root beer that sometimes blew up in the attic.
She sewed beautiful clothes for her daughters and cut and permed their hair.  She cut her husband's hair too but she didn't perm it. :)
She washed clothes in a wringer washer and hung them on the clothesline to dry, then sprinkled them with water to dampen them and ironed them to perfection.
She listened to everyone's troubles and laughed with them in happy times.
With dad's help she brought beautiful Christmases to our house even when money was tight. She made candy and sewed new clothes for last years dollies after giving them a much needed bath and worked hard to make our little cottage a celebration of the birth of the Christ child. 
She taught us how to make colorful paper chains for the Christmas tree dad brought in and helped us drape them over the tree.
She created beautiful Easter baskets from round oatmeal boxes and colored crepe paper using flour and water paste.
She taught us to make do or do without. She was the 'mother of frugal' and she was generous and kind.
She would be 92 now and planting her garden if she were still with us.
I can only imagine the gardens she is planting in heaven.
Love you mom.


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