I know I’ve shared this photo before, but it is a good photo of my father, Gene.
I am a veteran garage sale, tag sale, and flea market shopper.
On Saturday mornings once a month during my high school years living in the town of Shingle Springs, California (one of the little towns that sprung up during the Gold Rush era), my father and one of us kids would load up our old GMC van to take our trash to the El Dorado dump.
Afterwards, Dad would always take the helper to brunch somewhere in Placerville. It was a fun treat to help my father, quality alone-time, really! Often, we would also swing by the flea market being held at Placerville’s Fair Grounds. Years later, I realized where I get my love of flea markets and decorating. Not really a where, more of a “whom” My Dad.
My father was the adopted son of an Italian immigrant and his wife. He grew up in the Boston area back during the 1930’s. During the Depression years, he worked as a shoeshine boy (his first job at 5 years old) as a pin setter at a local bowling alley, and he cleaned up a bakery every Sunday afternoon. One day he ate 18 leftover eclairs and became really sick… however that’s a story for another day! 😉 Those early years taught Dad the value of hand-me-down goods, the value of hard work and dedication to something greater than oneself. He was a friend to everyone and taught us four kids to love everyone. Racism wasn’t tolerated by him, by anyone. When my parents had parties where military friends were invited, both officers and enlisted were guests. One colonel didn’t like this and said so. He was invited to leave, if he so chose. You see Daddy had been both – enlisted in the 1950’s in the US Army, and later after collegeas an officer in the United States Air Force. He served two back-to-back tours of Vietnam (1965-1966). He brought home a lovely silk dress for my mother, two rice-patty hats for us kids to make-believe with (I loved the beautiful, soft silk ties!), and a few little trinkets and a Vietnamese bride and groom doll set that I still have, lovely and faded… His travels and ours touring America gave us a home rich with little jade flower table decorations, carved balls of ivory, large and small wooden elephants, The Three Sisters bronze statues and lots and lots of books – about everything! My parents were voracious readers. …and so am I. Dad’s sense of style and design were my eyes and the true beginnings into that world of interior design for me. He couldn’t draw but he had a really good eye for beautiful things to furnish the home. Funny how the Atomic style of the 1950’s and what we all call Transitional style with minimalistic decor and modern furniture is what I grew up with. My design hero, my mentor, my esteemed father… Love you and miss you, Daddy! *updated Feb. 2019*
“Have a Nice Day!” ~ a little sticker found on this yellow post on my way back to the car after Easter service a few years ago.
For weeks and weeks now I have been praying and asking God for an answer…
You know when you want to hear the answer you WANT to hear but God isn’t answering you, or is saying NO and you whine, you plead, you beg, you keep praying but the answer is still unchanged?
Well… I had to get to this week, this evening. (Saturday, June 20th, 2015) Tonight, Hubby and I were watching a movie that we have known about now for over a year, God’s Not Dead, and the answer came to me that we had to be stripped to the bone, just like many of the apostles did in Jesus’ time…
Matthew 4:18 ~ While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 19 And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” 20 Immediately they left their nets and followed him.
Most of you don’t know about our troubles and I’ve certainly kept it that way as I didn’t want to burden you, nor was it fair to you to do so. But, now I feel I can share this with you all. We are having to sell our house as my husband lost his job 9+ months ago and we no longer can afford to keep it without risking it going into foreclosure. So… it is on the market.
Three weeks ago we made the decision to sell when it became apparent we needed to do so. We got the biggest storage unit we could find, and bought a bunch of boxes (and got a few from some friends ~ thank you!!!) and started packing.
Until today, I have been really sad, crying at times,
furious at what has been happening,
really angry with God.
But God was unfazed by my rantings…
On our honeymoon 28 years ago
I found a little scherrenschnitte,
a little hand-cut sign with green paper behind the lettering
“Wither Thou Goest, I will go.”
All these years, to me
it has meant that
I will follow my husband wherever he goes,
just like our wedding vows about
loving in sickness and health, in wealth and poverty.
(I don’t go gracefully into poverty, let me tell you!)
I have followed him with our small USMC moves.
I love adventure!
Moving has always been fun!
However, all this time, I thought this
small little sign
tacked up on one of our private walls
was just about Charles and me,
tonight it became crystal clear that this sign
is also a vow between
God and me.
I would love to share a photograph of
“Wither Thou Goest”
but it is packed away and over in storage
that will have to be for
Last July, when I started writing
I dedicated it to God.
It was to be my way of sharing
Quietly, as a friend, like the Holy Spirit
when he comes into your life
after you go through a water baptism
after accepting Christ’s love,
that Christ Jesus died
on a cross at Calvary for you, to save you, to wash away your sins.
So simple, really…
Recognize that we all are sinners
(sinning is the act of “missing the mark” and not things right).
Just ask God to forgive you of your sins,
to ask God to come into your life and He will!
He makes our lives as clean as snow!
A little plate we have with a painting by Christian artist and author, Sandy Lynam Clough. Her website is: http://www.sandysteasociety.com. Newer items by Ms. Clough, like sweet mugs, are available at Christianbook.com. Enjoy!
As French Ethereal comes up on its one year anniversary I still am dedicating this site to God.
It’s that important!
God’s not finished with me yet, and though He hasn’t shown Hubby and me all His pathways yet He says He will be there for us. Even when we mess up… He re-washes us as white as snow.Always a good thing! 🙂