Today's entry may be a bit chatty. However, I've been told that people do actually read my blog... C.H. :-)
I've been doing a lot of reminiscing the last several days. When I was younger (probably up until midway through high school), we (our family and my two uncles and their families) always spent Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve at my grandma's house.
My sisters and I (sometimes after an argument) rotated spending the night before at her house, helping her get ready for the party: running the vacuum cleaner, filling her orange candy dish (which is now one of my most cherished possessions),

and setting the table. Those nights and the following day were always so fun with grandma.
Two things I always looked forward to at grandma's get-togethers (besides the food!):
-- the "pass the ring" game (seems that when I was finally old enough to participate, though, the older cousins were too "old" to be interested anymore! I think I got to play it once, before older cousins were too busy with boyfriends and babies of their own)
...and,
-- the singing.
The pastor at grandma's funeral yesterday made a comment in passing that he'd heard this family was a "singing family."
Not until he said that did I realize how much I missed those times of singing after we'd stuffed ourselves on grandma's good cooking.
It's been years upon years since that same family sang. Each individual family has grown and each family has begun their own traditions. Most of us don't see each other anymore unless a wedding or funeral comes up...
Well, yesterday we sang. Wasn't quite the same as sitting cozily around grandma's living room, listening to the harmonies of my uncles and cousins...but, it was still nice. I enjoy singing...and, I'm sure it's because of the family in which I grew up.
Grandma loved the singing, too...
We closed her service by singing a song that I've only ever heard our family sing. And, this hymn was always the last song we sang at our get-togethers before we bundled up and went home for the night...
Living By Faith
I care not today what the morrow may bring,
If shadow or sunshine or rain,
The Lord, I know, ruleth o'er everything,
And all of my worry is vain.
Chorus:
Living by faith (Yes, living by faith),
In Jesus above (in Jesus above),
Trusting, confiding in His great love (yes, in His great love);
From all harm safe (safe from all harm, safe)
In His sheltering arm (His sheltering arm),
I'm living by faith (I'm living by faith)
And feel no alarm (feel no alarm).
Our Lord will return to this earth some sweet day,
Our troubles will then all be o'er,
The Master so gently will lead us away,
Beyond that blest heavenly shore.
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I've been humming Living By Faith ever since yesterday. And, as my uncle said as he closed Grandma's service: This song's for us...not grandma. She's no longer living by faith - she's living by sight!! Isn't that exciting?!! :-)
John 14:6 -- "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
I didn't take many pictures while we were at Grandpa and Grandma W's. It was a quick trip. But, here's Megan opening her Easter goodie bag:

Enjoying her bright pink Peep:

The ride home. She was pooped:

Nothing cures exhaustion more than a chicken nugget happy meal! :-)