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My Little Gray Home

When a bell rings

There is a saying that when a bell rings another angel earns her wings.  Last week a delightful, warm, and wonderful woman was called home.

Almost 40 years ago, Margaret Hyde took an unformed, shy, and reticent girl of 8 and taught me how to play the piano. I remember hours of practices, lessons, writing reports about the masters, theory, and sight reading.  She took my untrained fingers and made magic happen.  After several years of lessons, she sent me on to learn from another teacher, but I never forgot her gentle words to sit up straight and curl my fingers.  Her humor, kindness, and patience forged a friendship and love that bonded us together.  For many years she and I performed in choirs together and other special musical numbers.  Even years later when mom and I came to Yuma for a visit, Margaret dragged us up to sing with the choir.

I always felt welcome in the Hyde home. Many happy days were spent pounding away at their piano, laughing and splashing in their backyard, and hours of giggling with Dianne in her bedroom.  This happy home cemented in my heart a model to pattern my own home and family.  They accepted me and my family into their home and their hearts.

I remember how grateful I felt when their red Volkswagen van came puttering up the road to pick us up for church, or picnics, or other activities.  Cheerful greetings always welcomed us aboard.  We were always so thankful we didn’t have to walk in the dusty Yuma heat.

Margaret was there when I was sealed in the temple to my eternal companion. She stepped in when my mom could not be there with me.  She helped me adjust my white clothing and guide me.  I remember her words of love as she told me she loved me and how grateful she was to share this special day with me.

I am so thankful for the Margarets, Bettys, and LaVons of my childhood who showed me different ways to mother and raise a family, who welcomed me into their homes. I learned how to honor the priesthood, create a spirit of love and reverence, and gently reprimand and guide my children.  I am thankful for Bill and his patience and dry wit, his humor and endless love for his family.  I am thankful for Alan, Dianne, and Scott who became siblings for me and Eric.

My future will forever be tied to the Hyde family and their love for me.

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Please share this story of faith. — How Does She

It’s with such a heavy heart that I share this post. Our blogging friend Emily, the gorgeous red-head from The Freckled Fox is going through something unimaginable. She has five little ones under the age of six and her husband Martin was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma cancer last year. He has put up an amazing fight…

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The Power of Experience–Why I know what I know

I too have experienced one of His hugs and I will never be the same.

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People have wondered why I do what I do—and why I don’t do what I don’t do.

A wise man has recently said that an opinion can never compare with an experience.

I had an experience.

Just like I can feel the warm sun heat up my skin right through to my bones in my Arizona summer desert, I had an experience every bit that real as a teenager, and it has influenced every decision every moment of my life.

I Was Well-Hugged

I grew up a well-hugged child.  When I felt happy, my mother hugged me.  When I felt sad, my mother hugged me.  I always knew I would find love, safety and peace wrapped tightly in my mother’s arms, safe in the cavity of her hug.

When I was 14, I went to music camp at BYU.  I took the 12 hour drive with friends, and then found myself…

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My refuge

Spring in Oklahoma. It’s been a season of bunnies

and kittens.

And then there’s the weather, flooding, hail, and tornados. This time the tornados were a little too close to home and yours truly had to take shelter at a friend’s home because I couldn’t make it back to the farm.  I’m so thankful for Him who is my refuge in the storm.

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As the seasons change, there have been other changes including a special graduation. As our family moves forward and onward, we embrace the changes and continue to look forward. We honor Him, Our Savior, whose season we celebrate, in whose love we bask. He who gave us the greatest gift of mercy and redemption.  May He be your refuge as you face the storms of life.

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The Storms in Life

Jill Weatherholt

stormThose of you who’ve followed my blog for any length of time know that my posts are typically brief. I’m aware that everyone is busy, so the last thing you want is a long-winded post.

This week, I’m stepping outside of my guidelines to share a story that I hope you’ll take the time to read.

Lately, many of my lifelong friends, as well as a few blogging friends have experienced challenges in their lives. Some have faced the death of a loved one, a life-changing illness, or an incident that has left one fearful of the future.  

Below, I’d like to share a story that was mailed to me by the mother of one of those dear friends. It was written by Roselyn Aronson.  My hope is that you’ll find it as comforting as I did.

Mr. Tentmaker, it was nice living in this tent when it was…

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Fun ideas for families on the move.

My family moves a lot. We have made 13 moves in 26 years. Needless to say, we have family and friends spread all over the United States and parts of the world. I want to share some fun ideas.

This first idea comes from a friend who recently moved to China with her family.

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As you can see, they have made a clock wall to help stay in touch with family around the world. I get many great ideas from Paula.  She is a special friend.  This idea is cute and easy, she said the hardest part was finding inexpensive matching clocks.  I know when Sissy was in Germany over Christmas, I could never remember the time difference. I kept texting her at 3am.

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I found this cute beach sand idea on Facebook. What fun way to preserve memories.

This last idea is something I have always wanted to make for my yard.

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I found this picture on Pintrest but you get the idea. Someday soon I hope to create my own customized sign from old barn wood and pallets. As the kids head off in different directions, it will help me keep them close.  In the meantime, we just keep creating memories.

Twelve Days of Christmas

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eight baby bunnies, seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings and big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me nine hens a laying, eight baby bunnies, seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a ten minute commute, nine hens a laying, eight baby bunnies, seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eleven meowing cats, a ten minute commute, nine hens a laying, eight baby bunnies, seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve barnyard chicks, eleven meowing cats, a ten minute commute, nine hens a laying, eight baby bunnies, seven moonlit strolls, six crowing roosters, five awesome kids, four brand new tires, three Angus cows, two sparkling rings, and a big, orange, Kubota tractor.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from all of us at mylittlegrayhome!

“Each of us is an Innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus.”                  –Neal A Maxwell–

 

Getting crafty

What do I do when construction gets rained out? I get crafty.

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The site is flooded. Because we are building in a pasture, every time it rains the ground turns to marsh. This is not good for delivery trucks, semi trucks, or even my truck. So… the garage is on hold for another week. This puts the appliances on hold for another week. All plans to store building materials are on hold and the kitchen is full of Sheetrock.

Thus, Patti gets crafty. I have a stack of projects waiting for my attention. When we moved into our house last year, I found fabric at Walmart that just made me happy. I decided it would be the inspiration for decorating our home. I bought out entire bolts from three area Walmarts. Side note, when you live over 60 miles from the nearest fabric store, Walmart becomes your lifeline. Plus I love the new fabric lines at Walmart. Thank you “powers that be” for reversing the decision to remove fabric from area Walmart stores. This fabric is from the Kentshire Home Collection. It washes like a dream, no ironing needed, and bonus (insert drumroll), stain release!! I washed yards of fabric and carefully folded it, sewed one curtain panel and then nothing—for 6 months, until yesterday.

I was home alone waiting for phone calls that didn’t come. Rain pounded on the roof while puddles turned into flowing steams of topsoil. I looked at all of that fabric and—tada

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Now, I have curtains. Yes, they make me happy. I even have enough fabric to sew a curtain for the kitchen and maybe recover some throw pillows. Well, no rush, I’m sure there will be another rainy day.

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