March is blowing through like a lion...
... with a fun new "whatsit"
Our March “whatsit”
We have a brand-new little antique mall that has opened up in downtown Tyler, Texas and I’ve had such a fun time perusing all the wares!. That’s where I found this cool little object.
In the next newsletter, I’ll tell everyone what the right answer is!
If you know this "whatsit" email me your guess or comment on this post. I’ll choose one correct answer at random and that person will get a gift (announced in the next regular post a few weeks from now.)
A big, big indestructible man…
This is a pic of my mom and her siblings with my grandfather. My mom is the cute one in the middle!
This picture really doesn’t do reality justice because Grandfather was a BIG man!
My earliest memory of him was when I was just a little girl sitting on his lap. We were wrestling and he was tickling me… he was a merciless tickler so when his hand got near my mouth I bit him… hard! He exclaimed, “Ow, don’t you bite me!” And I remembered how horrified I was when I saw a little trickle of blood on his hand.
My grandfather can bleed!? He was so big and so strong… I thought he was virtually indestructible!
It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I realized that Grandfather wasn’t my mom’s biological dad. The truth was their dad ran off when they were little and Grandfather stepped in and called them his own. My mom said they loved him right from the start because they thought he was so big he would always take care of them… “And he always did,” she said last week after giving me the news that he had passed away.
Yes, friends, my family buried this big, big indestructible man.
You can read my entire obituary here:
But what about writing, right?
Right… I have all the words to write! I have a few stories working in my mind for my C.H. Sessums projects. My plan was to begin a Christmas short in the Mystery Book Nook world, but Jenny Dee has been talking to me lately. Regardless, I do promise that something new is coming down the pike too!
Free prayer…
Do you have a special intention for which you need prayers? I’m always praying for YOU, my friend, but if you have any special prayer requests, please hit reply or email me to share them with me. I will write your name in my journal and pray over you. And I'd humbly ask you to keep me in your prayers too.
Note from C.H.
I LOVE to write. It has been my passion since I was just thirteen years old. And I’d love to be able to write more; but for now, I still work full-time out in the real world (wouldn’t it be super snazzy to live even part of the year in a dream world?)
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this is a hem marker. My Mom had one and most tailors had them. You would stand in the dress/skirt etc and they would mover this around a Puff out a chalk mark for the hem length. I LOVED this .. if I had it now I could do my own hems instead of paying a tailor. Some tailers had what I would call a human lazy-susan type turntable and you'd stand on that and the table would turn with the marker stationary or the maker would revolve around you. Sigh ... of for the doog old days!