Rosa Mae Morgan Canady
1911 - 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Rosa Mae Morgan Canady
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Our old apartment had a bar/counter where we could hang up our stockings. I wasn't sure where we were going to hang them in our house (no fireplace = no mantel), but I've decided that the piano makes a perfect location! (The little stocking is Sadie's!)
Our Christmas tree in its decorated glory. Dave always makes me "fluff" out the tree, but then he helps put the ornaments on. Our ornaments are a blend of things we each got as children and a few items that we've gotten since we've been together. As much as I like the pretty and polished trees that some people have where everything matches and is color coordinated, I've always really liked the homey feel of a mix-matched tree of memories.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
they are all 30 feet tall." --Larry Wilde
It would appear that Christmas time has arrived. Dave and I decorated our house last Friday, but the pictures are still on my camera, so this will have to do for now.
This is the (slightly sad looking) stuffed Christmas tree that adorns my desk at work. I've had the tree for a very long time -- I think I received it in a gift exchange in high school or possibly even middle school. Though certainly not the most beautiful decoration that I've ever owned, it is easily portable and virtually indestructible and has served as my own personal dose of Christmas cheer no matter where I have found myself around Christmas.
The Christmas that I spent in Bolivia, the little tree was the only Christmas tree that I had. I wrapped my gifts, stacked them in a pile, and placed the tree on top (you know, because presents are supposed to be under the tree!). My brother laughed when I packed the tree in my luggage that July, but come December, I was glad that I had it!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight. ~ Robertson Davies ~
If I remember correctly, the autobiography is divided into two parts. Part 1 primarily details Emma's daily life and her beginnings with the corps de ballet in Vienna. Slowly, in the midst of the color and grace of the dancing world, you begin to see the influence of the Nazi regime as they push into Austria. Part 2 follows the shattering results of the Russian occupancy of Vienna.
I can't be certain what it was about the story that drew me in so completely, but as Emma vividly described the air raids over Vienna, I found myself listening for raid sirens in the background. For the next several years after reading As the Waltz Was Ending, I was fascinated with the World War II time period.
A few months ago, I found a used copy of the book on Amazon (it's currently out of print). It's been sitting on my book shelf ever since, but I've been hesitant to open its pages...afraid that the experience of reading it won't live up to the one in my memory. It's taken awhile, but I think I'm finally ready....
Monday, November 10, 2008
Last December, Dave and I got the opportunity to hear Josh Hamilton and his wife Katie speak at our church. Now a household name to many, that Sunday was the first time I had heard Josh's story. It's an amazing tale of God's grace and faithfulness.
Since then, it seems like Josh has been everywhere -- breaking records at the home run derby, signing books at our local Barnes & Noble (it probably helps that we live in his hometown!), and appearing on a host of news and TV shows. I have yet to hear him speak when he hasn't first and foremost given glory to God for where he is and where he's going.
Josh is speaking at our church again this coming week, and I'm looking forward to hearing what he says. God has given him an incredible opportunity to reach the thousands (millions?) of people that he comes in contact with, and I'm reminded that we are each given that same opportunity -- to be a mirror of God's love and mercy to those around us.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
I have to admit that I'm about one of the least politically-minded people out there. I mean, I know enough about the political realm to have some idea of what's going, and yes, I did attend Bush's inauguration in 2001 (I happened to be in D.C. and decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity), but that's about as far as it goes. Right or wrong, I'm probably more interested in watching The American President than, well...the American president.
But I still think it's important to vote.
I went to an early voting location on Thursday and completed my civic duty. And, you know what? I felt really good about it. Not because I'm campaigning for anyone in particular or because I love the candidates that I voted for, but because I know that I did my part.
And that's cooler than any movie could be...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
There are three things that last: faith, hope and love, and the greatest of these is love.
- I Corinthians 13:13
Tommy and Leanna's wedding was absolutely beautiful this past weekend. Dave and I were thrilled and honored to be a part of their special day. Leanna was positively radiant, and I've never seen Tommy look so happy in my life!
(Check out my flickr page for more pics from the wedding...)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
It seems like everyone has that one type of show or a certain channel that they watch the most. My dad has joked before that our family is like that. He and my mom watch a lot of HGTV, my brother and sister-in-law watch the Food Network, and Dave and I...well, we watch a lot of sports.
I know some girls (and even some guys) who would run screaming from that prospect, but I actually don't mind. (Although I will say that I'm thankful Dave isn't interested in watching EVERY game of EVERY sport that's shown on TV!)
I learned a long time ago that one of the best ways to spend time with my dad was to curl up on the couch on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon and watch the game with him. I learned quite a bit from watching sports with him, and I'm glad that I did. I may not be able to give you a solid description of how an "offside" in football is different from an "offside" in hockey, but at least I have some idea of what I'm watching!
Like my dad, Dave enjoys having someone to watch with, and I'm glad he considers me a worthy companion. Go team!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The goose has returned....
For over a year now, my mother-in-law and I have been swapping a tuxedo-clad ceramic goose. Because neither of us actually wants it, we keep trying to give the goose to each other. The goose has been hidden, mailed, held for ransom, and involved in a number of other escapades.
Recently, however, the goose has been dormant. After a particularly disastrous attempt at delivering the goose to my mother-in-law in a vat of jell-o (Don't ask. It wasn't pretty.), the goose ended up going into hibernation for a few months. It sat lurking in my kitchen cabinets, waiting for the right opportunity to make its re-emergence.
The time has finally come. The goose made an appearance a little over a week ago and has been lying in wait to be discovered. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before his jungle hiding place is uncovered.
But until then, don't tell my mother-in-law.... ;-)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
"Be brave enough to live creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can't get there by bus, only by hard work, risking, and by not quite knowing what you're doing. What you'll discover will be wonderful: yourself."--Alan Alda
Today I got this very cute purse (a belated birthday present) from my friend Amanda, an elementary-school friend who re-appeared in my life about 15 years later. Cute on its own, I think the purse is even more special because Amanda made it. Passionate about recycling and saving the earth, Amanda has come up with a great way to re-create what would otherwise be just an ordinary placemat. I think it's pretty cool!
Such creativeness really inspires me. I am continuously awe-struck by the creative endeavors I see around me -- scrapbooking, sewing, painting, baking. And while there are people who have more creative juice in their pinkie finger (read: the Martha Stewart types) than I do in my whole body, there is a part of me that longs to be crafty and creative.
So maybe I'll finally get around to those projects that keep lurking about -- the wedding scrapbook, the half-completed cross-stitch picture (never mind the unstarted one in the closet!) -- or maybe I'll get really bold and figure out what I'm going to do with my newly acquired sewing machine. After all, a girl can dream, can't she?
Friday, August 22, 2008
Meet Smoochacha Patchko. Smoochacha is my friend Diana's travel kitty (TK). TKs are kind of like traveling gnomes. A woman in New York makes the TKs and sells them to people around the world. Those people then take pictures of all of the places that their travel kitty visits. (Learn more about the Travel Kitty Project here.) At any rate, Diana thought it might be fun if Smoochacha went with Dave and I on our vacation to Pittsburgh. We had a blast showing Smoochacha around the city (even if we did get a few funny looks in doing so!).
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
While I learned during my year-long stint on the committee that the events themselves are more fun than planning them, I'm glad that we have people who are willing to put the time and effort into our activities. In the 3+ years that I've been here, we have had pot-lucks and cookouts, bowling outings and holiday parties, craft times and movie days.
This year's committee has done a really good job of mixing things up a bit. Case in point, we had the first annual CASTLE pinebox derby race last week. I remember my brother participating in the Boy Scout derbys when I was little, so I thought it would be fun to participate. Then I got my bag of materials. Hmm.
Refusing to give in to the I'm-in-over-my-head feeling, I set out to design my pinebox car entry. With a little help from my FIL, MIL, and Dave, I created a truck for racing. It was meant to be modeled after the NASCAR Craftsman racing trucks, but it ended up looking a little more like a supped-up pick-up. Oh well. It was fun!
The finished product...
In the end, my truck tied for 3rd place in the racing division.
Here are some of the other entries...there was a racing division and a creative division.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Here is my experiment...
|Make a Smilebox scrapbook|
Monday, July 21, 2008
In celebration of my grandmother's 85th birthday this week, my extended family gathered in the great metropolis of Raleigh to celebrate, but of course, no Wilkins/Garrard family gathering is complete without a few family portraits. This year, we went all out, even requiring immediate family groups to color-coordinate. The Canady clan wore red. The photo "session" was hot, but the pictures turned out pretty great.
The grandkids and great grandkids. I think this picture turned out great! Our moms/aunts usually make us take this kind of picture on a staircase (a tradition that started LONG ago!), but I think this one looks just as good...especially since there are so many of us now!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
As I was thinking about that exchange, a thought struck me. If I'm this passionate about something as silly as weight loss, shouldn't I be even more passionate about my faith? Following Weight Watchers has helped me improve my health and fit into smaller clothes, but following Christ has saved me from eternal damnation and blessed me beyond belief. I mean, it's not even a comparison, is it?
And yet, it seems so hard to live that way sometimes. But I want to. I really want to. I'm reminded of the story of the child who reasoned that if God was bigger than everything and He lived inside of us, then shouldn't He stick out? So, that's my prayer today: that God would be so big inside of me that He sticks out...no matter what size my body is.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Hope you and yours had a lovely 4th of July. Ours was nice -- family, good food, and a little kids parade. The little kids in my parent's neighborhood decorated their bikes and hot wheels and power wheels (the hummer was my favorite!) and paraded down the neighborhood streets. The parade was short, but it was cute.
The best part about the parade was that it reminded me of my childhood -- the neighborhood I lived in in elementary school used to do the same thing. My friends and I would spend days decorating our bikes with streamers and balloons, planning out our most patriotic outfits, and painting our fingernails red, white, and blue (alternating, of course!).
Since that time, the way I celebrate the 4th has changed a little. While I hated fireworks as a kid (WAY too loud), I love them now. One of the best displays I've ever seen was in Richmond one summer when I was in college. That was the first time I had ever seen fireworks in the shape of a smiley face. Very cool.
Other years have been a little tougher to celebrate. In both 2000 and 2003, the 4th holiday arrived not long after I returned to the U.S. from living in another country. Reverse culture shock can really mess with your head.
These days, I'm glad to be in the good 'ole U.S. of A. We have so much to be thankful for and so many brave men and women to be thankful to.
This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. ~Elmer Davis
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism. ~Erma Bombeck