A rose from my grandma’s rose bush.
More of my grandma’s flowers are coming down the chute.
My Grandpa Paris passed away a few months after I was married in 2002. All of the stuff in his garage went mostly untouched for several years. Then about 3 years ago some of my aunts and uncles decided to rent out his garage so that Grandma could have a little extra cash each month. That required emptying out the garage.
One day I received a call from my Mom asking me if I wanted to go through any of the tools before they were thrown away. I’m not really a tool person, but I came over any way. I looked through the tools and didn’t really claim much of anything, but along the side of the garage was a big pile of random stuff. I asked what that stuff was, thinking that it had been set aside for somebody else, because it looked to be some pretty good stuff.
Only this pretty good stuff had only been set aside for the garbage man. So I started looking through it.
Somewhere in this collection I found a small picture frame, with a broken piece of glass, and a hand written bit of scripture from Romans. I grabbed this, took it home, cleaned it up, and sat it in my living room.
This picture frame was moved out of my living room when I was in deep on the floor project. Recently, I found where I had placed it and brought it back to the living room. A few hours later, I started working on cleaning and organizing and downsizing my guest bedroom. In this bedroom among the stuff I need to throw away, give away or just doesn’t quite belong to me, I found a small picture frame of the same size. I decided to take the glass from this frame and put it in the frame holding my grandpa’s scripture.
I pulled the back off grandpa’s picture frame and discovered that there wasn’t just one sheet of paper in the frame. There were several other quotes in there. I never would have found these other pieces of paper, if it wasn’t for that broken piece of glass.
The rest of the Found Series:
It definitely was a cool little discovery.
I was on vacation last week. I had a few mini-adventures. Here are some pictures from one of those mini-adventures.
If you have specific questions about certain pictures, I am willing to answer direct questions. But the answer will be in 5 words or less.
I made an appearance at the annual Majors Family Reunion on Saturday. I took a few pictures.
I guess I did make it to a reunion this year.
Today my grandma turned 83.
This is about the only old picture I could find of her. My only observation is this: “I know it was the 70s, but I don’t know what my Uncle Gary was thinking with this blue tuxedo.”
Sunday was an interesting day for me.
I started the day as a greeter for church. There were a couple unique events at church on Sunday. 4 of the churches in the area combined choirs and toured their churches. One of the other 4 churches is the Central Christian Church, so it was a rare Sunday that I got to see my grandma sing.
She is in the lower left side. She is the one that looks like my Mom. I should point out that this picture was taking during rehearsal. Normally those pews are filled up.
Lowell’s youngest Holden was baptized.
Lowell’s family with Phil
Plus I’m throwing up a bonus image of the Jesus and rice that Andrea used during Children’s Time.
A small group of us, (I will now call them my Inner Sanctum) went to the House of Bricks to see Shawn’s band Act of Gravity. They put on a good show despite not being aided by the sound guy.
There was a pretty sweet moment when Shawn was rocking the drums so hard the banner for the Albino Spiders came partially unfurled.
After Act of Gravity was done, a carnival act performed. They billed the dude as a fire eater, but I’m not convinced that I couldn’t have duplicated the same act.
He put either a sugar cookie or a pineapple (although to me it looked like pound cake) in 151 then lit it on fire and ate it. It wasn’t all that impressive.
The other interesting thing about the fire eater was that he was dressed like a drag queen, but had put enough makeup on to look like a mime. Very interesting.
After the hard rocking show, we were joined by a few other friends (that I will now refer to as my Inner Circle) at Hu Hot. I think an enjoyable time was had by most and it set up what I was hoping would be an enjoyable Memorial Day.
My grandma is going through the herculean task of downsizing her possessions. She recently gave a bunch of yarn to Teresa. When Teresa was going through the yarn she found our grandpa’s Iowa State football season ticket from 1979.
I started attending Iowa State football games with my grandpa in 1983. I’ve had season tickets ever since. I was very interested in this ticket.
One of the more interesting things to me about this ticket is the price: $36.00. To renew my season tickets this year the price of the ticket is $300.00. For the right to even renew those tickets I have to make a $1,000 donation to the Cyclone Club. I don’t think the term inflation begins to cover it.