Sauerkraut

It's time to can the sauerkraut again. Exactly 6 weeks after the weighing, shredding, salting and pounding of the cabbage into the crocks, we wash the jars, heat the lids and process the fresh kraut. People say it's the best they've eaten.

There is something about making your own. When I sit down to a plate of pork roast and MY sauerkraut, there is a deep satisfaction in each bite. It's being a part of a life cycle.

I only wish I had realized this when I was younger. Growing and cooking my own food, making my clothing and that of my family, creating my decorative items and knitting my gifts are so completely fulfilling. They feel so much better. It tastes so much better. Gifts are so much more meaningful as they are created specifically with the loved one in mind. I certainly would have spent more time in my twenties and thirties creating rather than trying to be an acceptable woman in mainstream evangelical circles.

There is nothing wrong with mainstream evangelical circles. It is just that I was trying to be someone I am not. I tried to look the part and play the part. Grateful is all I feel for the fact that I found out the truth about myself before my life is over. My heart is certainly more peaceful since I started living more truthfully.

Now, if I could only learn to be consistent with an orderly home, my life would be complete!!!!

Knees

Babies and toddlers do not remember. I beg to differ. A picture remains in my mind to this day. I am approximately 18 months. It is in the parlor of the old Spencer Lake farmhouse. I have on a pink dress with white high top shoes. I have curly hair; perhaps I know this because they are talking about me. That's right, about me! It is only knees I see, but I know they are looking at me. My picture contains an old rug, chairs, and knees. No faces. I do know that Grandma and Grandpa Dunsirn are in the group.

Not too many months later Grandpa Dunsirn dies. Grandma Dunsirn is Lydia; people say I look like her. I agree.

Memories are attached to places and people. I suspect that the reason I know my early memory is that I have lived in 39 homes in 62 years making it easier to place a memory and assign an age to it. Maybe that's a plus for mobility.

New Experience

Blogging is a new experience.

It has always been easy for me to journal my negative emotions and experiences. My goal here is to journal positive emotions and experiences. That is not to say there will be no honest negativity here.

Being a verbal person makes it more difficult for me to write. It is always easier to talk. However, there is much to share about life, thoughts, ideas, issues, the world, faith. Maybe this is the easiest and best place to share 62 years of thinking and living.

We will see where this goes.......