tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65411342024-03-12T23:15:42.283-05:00Awakening a Keen ObserverAlmost Daily Musings by Rev. Dr. Bobbie G. McGareyBobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.comBlogger852125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-36026066258731296712019-04-23T06:49:00.000-05:002019-04-23T06:49:03.445-05:00Still blogging<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well it is about time to get back to writing here, I’ve got a wordpress page but I’m not sure how it works this one is so much easier to navigate, <br />
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How can we be beyond Easter. Somehow the year seems much longer when Easter is this late, the thoughts of Easter being that change of the year, next Pentecost, then family and Christmas,<br />
It seems that we should know how fast the Earth turns and take us with her. We don’t just fly off the earth. I guess that there is reason to appreciate gravity. <br />
Keep your feet grounded. Don’t get seduced by flying, scream when you go down to the river to face fish, <br />
Be well and happy<br />
God abides<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-26860983535096130672018-10-10T12:18:00.001-05:002018-10-10T12:22:01.036-05:00Do you wonder? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Do you sometimes wonder about the stories that could be told by an old house?<br />
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Tell me who you were? Tell me about the family — Joys —Sorrows—What made you laugh or cry—were there children—what were their names — did you have a dog—what was your Momma’s name—where did your people come from —-<br />
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Her name was Margie-joe. She was named after her grandparents who lived with the family their whole lives. Her momma had been a hard birthing and there would be no other children.<br />
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Sure there were times when they had a quarrel. You know, when do we let the dog stay inside because it’s a bad storm? Or spending money frivolously on a new dress for the little girl for church so for a while they looked like they were doing ok. Ok was about the best they ever did. <br />
They loved each other. <br />
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As the time came for the surgery we could either come in the morning it was done or spend the night before in the hospital. We lived over an hour to the hospital and we had to be in really early so she and I spent the night. The real trick was that I couldn’t nurse Betsy after midnight and keeping her from getting upset about that might have been tricky. The crib had really high bars on the side and I had a rocking chair, thank God. Betsy got a little fussy so I took her out of the crib and rocked her... the rest of the night as I prayed and prayed and prayed.</span></span></div>
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-22804108162408505382015-05-30T23:49:00.001-05:002015-05-30T23:59:57.744-05:00Robin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So John and I were talking today and he said my car needed a new tag. My reply was...not till June...<br />
Monday is June...or June is Monday. Wait...excuse me ...did we skip May?<br />
The folks in Texas and Oklahoma would probably say the wished they had skipped May...at least that Flooding part of it...which still carries on. The roller coaster at 6 flags in between FT.Worth and Dallas looks like a sea serpent as it comes out of the water only now and then.<br />
Robin....Bobbie...Robin<br />
I'm getting there<br />
Most folks could probably describe the robin ...<br />
Many people trying to identify a bird start with....is it smaller/bigger than a robin...<br />
I happen to be quite fin of robins. Probably because they were so common in Ohio where I grew up. The cheerlip-cheerlope bright song some think is just not that interesting. But the clear true sound is sweet to my ears. There is one outside my Apt that has just finished her fledging her young. ( I caught them the other day with the Momma-bird feeding a good sized already flying young ). She looked at me like What? <img src="webkit-fake-url://135A7937-42E8-4E7D-BE70-0DB0DD3D8749/imagejpeg" /><br />
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To me though it is the commonness of the Robin that makes it so very awesome. Because they just go their way...bringing joy. No big show... Just joy...early in the morning and late at night...joy...<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-16715029467648485962015-04-05T23:06:00.000-05:002015-04-05T23:06:25.989-05:00Uncertain in between <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although Easter was at a different time of year, this first week after Easter always reminds me of my father. It was at the end of this week that he died. He was young, 73 and I really thought I was going to have him be with my children far longer than he was. He did leave a lasting impression.<br />And you wonder sometimes if what you do makes any difference in the world. As I've been told, ministry, teaching, medicine, many of these kinds of jobs are those that have been described, 'they are like a tree which has been planted the shade of which you'll never get to enjoy. And that is true. We don't always or often do something that has an immediate result. Being with people makes you know that there are things you can do that make a difference. But most of the time we are not aware of those things. And that is ok.<br />Becauee all we do we do because we are doing this gift for God/Jesus so that God willknow our love for friends and famileis all across the area. It gives us an opportunity to say...just pass it on. that love from god.<br />Deep sigh.<br />Between this place in the next is like an uncertain imbetween. Only uncertain because we are limited by the love we put into everything we do.<br />Friend, enjoy God's love and pass it on.<br />Glory be toGod, alleluia! amen</span><div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;">
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I've often contemplated how the followers of Jesus felt this day. It is empty Saturday. It is not when the tomb was empty...but when we imagine the hearts of the disciples feeling empty, unknowing, fearful, questioning, trying to figure out what in the world they were to do now. What do you remember he said... What do you remember he said we are to do...where are we to go...where will we be safe...how can we go on...<br />
Too many questions for one day...one night... For all of us to answer every morning...<br />
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To be ready to say...this day belongs to God. Here I am...Send me...use me<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-2356732294161034902014-12-10T09:12:00.002-06:002014-12-10T09:12:45.782-06:00OOOOO-AHHH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-81653649816644504132014-10-16T21:41:00.003-05:002014-10-16T21:41:32.750-05:00Prayer sacrament <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After reading about the family in OK being killed by their 19 year old son, a family we knew well when we were in Duncan, I've been trying to raise a prayer or two. Where is the prayer in this? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What if this was the first thing we taught our children about choices that confront them daily...would this action be a prayer? a sacrament in the world...a link to the Holy...how might that inform their choices? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What if we did that too..let every action be a prayer. .. If you think over the day you had yesterday...or the day that is just before you...how might that sentence inform your choices? What if 10 friends started their day with this image...and then those 10 with 10. ...on and on...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What if that were a part of the measure we held up to our day? In what ways did my actions serve as prayer? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Could you do that for One day? Would you try to do that? Not just floating through the day...but consciously taking one step after another...being a prayer...being a sacrament.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Let's try.. Starting tomorrow...o God hear our Prayer. </span></div>
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-61133282651677431272014-10-09T11:09:00.002-05:002014-10-09T11:09:57.967-05:00India ahead<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As God would have it I get to go to India ...Again! I am overcome with greatfulness. <br />
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My Cousin Gail, whose son married a beautiful,brilliant girl Rajitha was the first part of our going plan. We will visit her family in Hyderabad. We met her mother at her son's wedding also a beautiful delightful woman.<br />
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Then 100 years ago my husband John's grandparents first went to India. Dr John Taylor and Dr. Elizabeth Taylor, both medical physicians, went as medical missionaries. The first of their five children was only months old. They were warned the baby must not let the baby cry., as the U-boats and subs could detect them. The Children's Home was begun when an infant girl, they adopted and named Dorcas, was left at their doorstep. There is a big celebration planned.<br />
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We will visit the Keystone Foundation in Kotagiri. One of Dorcas' sons Matthew is a director. They work with the people of the land to enhance, protect, preserve, and learn from the mountain area where they live and work. Matthew, Anne and their children are wonderful people.<br />
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A friend will be staying in my house while I'm Gone. Gail, John and I look forward to a full enriching time praying that we may be blessed and be a blessing. <br />
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Prayers coveted for safe travel.<br />
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God abides<br />
Bobbie G. McGarey <br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-12517663628931702812014-09-28T02:07:00.001-05:002014-09-28T02:07:23.972-05:00Trifocals<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have the worlds greatest brother in law, (s). David is the one I'm thinking about now. He is an ophthalmologist. He did surgery to remove my cataract last fall and gave me an implanted lens that let's me see without my glasses at long distances, <br />
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But, I was thinking how glasses sort of show our life changes. I have always hand an astigmatism. So I've worn glasses since the mid 70's. Add in a little presbyopia (elder eyes) and you have<br />
bi-focals. The add in the fact I needed to see to read close. Needed to be able to read medium, sermon on a pulpit, and then see the congregation...trifocals. But the good news for me is that by the time I needed these they had lenses that blended one correction to the other without lines. <br />
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Life. Yes, I think this reminds me of life. We start out seeing the works one way...time shifts us into anothe. Jew not giving up the first, and the. Adds another. <br />
We don't change the whole prescription. We know that what came before is important. We just need a new perspective added in. Same in adding the third... <br />
We have to find out where we are in relation to all the other parts of our experience. And if we let them they blend...one season following another... Sunrise sunset.<br />
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And to all of it we say. Well ok<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-70797990465009563192014-09-24T13:25:00.002-05:002014-09-24T13:25:47.067-05:00My a Daddy's birthday <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Grace and peace<br />
My daddy, Maurice Leroy Giltz was born today in 1910. The year Haley's Comet came. He died in 1983. A year before it returned. He had always said he wanted to see it. So I saw it for him 6 times and places. I made sure his grandchildren saw it too...though they only have vague memory of having seen it. Mary Chapin Carpenter sings When Haley's Came To Jackson. It always brings tears to my heart...but sweet ones.<br />
I miss him still. <br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-46691310384229267142014-09-17T01:05:00.003-05:002014-09-17T01:05:45.686-05:00WAITING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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From the 8th floor window I watch the large shifting clouds slowly move at a distance revealing mountains not seen an hour ago. Pleasantly I see children playing in a green field below many walking in Triads. I wonder.<br />
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I smell fresh coffee for any of the "waiters".<br />
It seems important to be here. Someone waiting for her return<br />
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Counting on seeing her again<br />
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The clouds are growing on the East mountains as they did yesterday affording no rain where I live. Perhaps today <br />
A sweet gentleman arrives with flowers and a box of something... He cannot stay. He asks outside for someone to help him find the lobby. Someone kindly responds.<br />
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Waiting reading thinking praying<br />
Who will wait with me! Some wonder...<br />
Who will wait and pray...some wonder<br />
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Oh oh thank you!<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-79972257445469958892014-07-28T22:07:00.000-05:002014-07-28T22:07:07.109-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had to wait to pick up my prescription this afternoon and was gifted with a rainbow. The dark clouds were, and often are, the perfect background. It was at first faint but darkened beautifully oh Roy g Biv you are pure delight<br />
Here Meredith for your birthday<br />
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Happy to have waited<br />
Or I would have missed it...eyes open ..beauty will surprise you<br />
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It is unusual to have cloudy morning in New Mexico. So unusual I comment. "Funnily" enough it may well be full sunny by the time I finish writing.<br />
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The usual monday routine here at eagle point apts is lawn mowing. All well and good but before 8 seems early to have roaring outside my apartment. I'm awake and have been for several hours. Monday brings reflection. I get a note from a friend of my daughters bringing me joy. She tells me other, from my past, miss me. How sweet. Good way to start the week.<br />
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My puppy,(ok she's 5, but I still call her puppy) sits on my feet. Apparently I'm to sit here a bit longer. Why would you be so selfish to move a sleeping pup.<br />
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It is the present that absorbs my thoughts. To-do/shoulda-woulda/coulda lists can wait for a while. <br />
<span style="background-color: #d0e0e3;">Now is</span>...( good bumper sticker line).<br />
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I am reading a book on guilt. Excellent thoughts. I could only finish the first chapter. Processing that now. Will comment on it soon and keep reading.<br />
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I think that we can live our lives holding on so tight to the past that we miss opportunities in the now of things. We wish we could be as spry, as agile, as happy, thin, pretty, handsome, etc. etc. as we were when we were… child, teen, young adult…etc etc. </div>
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Grace and peace to you.<br />
It's coming....what? Monday, long week, important meeting, housecleaning-again, Lent,<br />
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DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME the 9th of a March! Like the ides of March! Et tu brutal! <br />
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Yes changing clocks is brutal. So, I'm trying to adjust early. Starting my day earlier now . Going to sleep earlier, (as if). Just making that shift .<br />
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But it's kinda cool<br />
Thinking I'll just lie back for a moment and get warm.....<br />
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Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a minute I'll warm up faster....<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-79794891472213050242014-02-20T15:29:00.002-06:002014-02-20T15:39:38.099-06:00Construction Zone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh my<br />
This is the third morning in a row I've been awakened by construction just outside my bedroom window. Seriously? Must you start SO early? They sing as they are working too. <br />
This same thing happened this time last year. Same workers. Same pattern of activity. Same song!<br />
The morning doves are nesting again in my pine tree. Cook-cooo. Sigh<br />
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When I looked out there were some Robbins on the ground there too. Spring. Can't be denied. <br />
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I have been trying to wake up earlier than usual so that when daylight savings time comes on a March 9th it won't be as much of a jolt to my system. Somehow it's like missing a step when you are skipping. You do remember skipping, right? <br />
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But the seasons change. And so must we change. To freeze is to lose life. And I'm not ready for that just yet.<br />
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So find a way to celebrate the Spring! The vernal equinox is March 20. The changing of the days.<br />
Everyone knows it...you can feel it in your very bones.<br />
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Get ready. How will you celebrate?<br />
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God abides<br />
Bobbie Giltz McGarey<br />
@2014<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">I
learned to type on an Underwood Upright typewriter that took a good pounding to
get it to work right. Bless my mother
she typed my father’s whole dissertation on that machine making three carbon
copies of each page no corrections.
There was real pounding involved.
I</span>f <span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">learned how to type by retyping the title of his work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A study of the physiological processes
associated with the emission of spermatozoa in the leopard frog, Rana pipiens”</i>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">Not
a clue what it meant as I typed it but there was a story about the teacher at
school asking my parents to keep me from reciting it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was 1954. I was 6. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">Now
to make a page look like a typewriter all I have to do is select the font.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And all the letters have the same impression
because it doesn’t depend on how strong your various fingers are …. The pinky A
and S were the hard ones for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I
learned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">So
when I hear someone say they don’t want to learn how to use a new
technology…without even giving it a try I get a little discouraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Learning keeps us alive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Learning is what keeps our brains
cooking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We know this from all kinds of
research. (and you know it’s true because it is on the internet!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">Our
spiritual lives are always being updated you know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We see the world in new light every day because
the experiences of the day before have taught us something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, have the potential to teach us
something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is why we gather in
Community to worship and give thanks and be surrounded by folk who really care
about us and who we are and what’s going on in our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These people also call out in us the very
best and we are able to use the gifts and skills God has given us for the Good
of the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>saw someone talking about dialing the phone
and they made a motion as if they were using a rotary dial.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could guess their age bracket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also imagine the young man he was talking
with didn’t get the hand signal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have lived in these past 20-40 years in
some amazing advancement in communication.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And it’s not stopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">Make
friends with the world around you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With
the gadgets and gizmos that are coming all time to lead us to communicate
better and better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let the words
flow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">God
abides<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">Bobbie
G. McGarey <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">@2014
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<span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';">(Ok,
I admit I still love the sound of the crisp typewriter key snapping up to hit
the paper… but I think there’s an app
for that! )<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-24373243331969353222013-11-27T16:08:00.000-06:002013-11-27T16:08:11.312-06:00Thanksgiving eve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember clearly waiting at the window for my cousins to arrive. Jan and Martha with their folks, Dot and Frank. They would come from Chicago--or we would go there every year. Sometimes we would encounter wintry weather. I remember on more than one occasion that we three would pray for a big snow storm so we couldn't go home and we'd have another day together. The roads were 2 lane and the speed limit 55 with lots of little towns. It wasn't a quick drive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Waiting at home was almost as hard as being in the car riding. Cars had big back seats to stretch out in. I remember bringing my doll, saucy walker, with me with her little plaid suitcase. Her name was Terry Lee. Wait her name IS Terry Lee she sits just over there on my desk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But back to Thanksgiving together. Aunt Dot would bake pies..YUMBO my daddy, Maurice, would exclaim ...many times. She had a gift with the crusts. But even more she had a gift with love. She and my mother, Betty, would do their sister cooking dance in the kitchen preparing the meal. Inhale...smell the turkey...yup I do too. Creamy mashed potatoes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My daddy and Frank were as close as brothers. They would tinker with some project in the basement or garage. Later I learned they mostly sat and talked and worked out the troubles of the day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Every night Jan and Martha and I would do our best to go to sleep. However the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">giggles-monster often got us in trouble. The ultimate threat, "You girls be quiet and go to sleep OR WE WILL SEPARATE YOU." That meant one of us was sent to another room to sleep, a dreaded fate to be sure. If they tried we'd cry and beg and beg for one more chance. As an only child having someone to talk to at night was a pure delight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanksgiving Eve these memories all comes up...I am missing the parents, all gone now, and Martha and Jan scattered in the East...and the joyful waiting... And even more joyful reunion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">God abides </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bobbie Giltz McGarey</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">@2013. </span></div>
Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-58934245257654405182013-11-23T22:07:00.004-06:002013-11-23T22:07:55.436-06:00Remember ANALEA MCGAREY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Analea McGarey was a real light in this world. She was the older sister in the McGarey family. Gladys and Bill always saw her as such. Natural curly, Shirley Temple blond curls bounced when she ran as a child. I've seen the family movies. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She gave us Gabriel her son, and her light continues to shine through him and his bride Sarah. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And a little bit through the rest of us. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Analea had her hair cut short as she aged but she still bounced in life. Passion was part of who she was --whole length of her life. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Younger than two of her brothers, older than three other siblings...she organized them all as a child. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She inspired all of them along the way. Her nieces and nephews loved her fiercely. We all miss her. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The early morning Sunday before thanksgiving is when, in the arms of her mother, she breathed her last. That light was gone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The family gathered held her service that same Sunday night. I was honored to officiate. Three nieces read poetry and scripture. Everyone cried. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She had gathered her mother's stories and wrote the book, Born to Heal. It remains as part of her gift from the world. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As a gifted massage therapist she brought healing to so many...at so many levels. Even in death she brought a healing for her parents, siblings, friends....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So then friends it is our work to carry the light left behind by so many. No doubt you all </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">have someone in your life who has done that for you. Take their light with you everyday and share it with a world that seeks healing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Be the light for someone who follows you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bobbie Giltz McGarey </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">@2013 </span><br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-24301861579203707392013-04-04T11:41:00.000-05:002013-04-04T11:42:33.486-05:00True blue New Mexico Sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Greetings all<br />
My favorite color has always been blue. I'm not sure why exactly...it just is. <br />
When my parents bought our first house when I was 4 or 5, it was 12,000 new three bedrooms, we got to pick out the wallpaper patterns. I got to pick out the one for my room... Pink background with rows and row and rows of little grey kittens with blue eyes in various positions of cuteness. I was thrilled. I can see it now... I would look at the pattern at night and pick out my favorite kitten for that night. <br />
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So where did the blue come from. My love of blue... I think it came from my Daddy always calling things to my attention around me... In nature.... And in any environment. Keeping alert for tiny details that would allow one to make decisions about what was being seen. <br />
Keen observer training to be sure. <br />
The New Mexico sky has the true blue colors almost all the time. Calming...inspiring...calling out poetry from my soul .<br />
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Happy day all. Happy day<br />
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You know I think a little of that pattern would go a long way. My mom picked out cardinals in bamboo... There was way way too much of that in the small room it as in... I believe it was the first room we reprinted. <br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGarey<br />
@2013<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-24440227785730964082013-02-27T20:03:00.001-06:002013-02-27T20:03:40.495-06:00back in virginia part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My parents died some years ago. My daddy thirty years ago this year. my mother 15. my mother's Brother Beanie, my mother's sister Dot (dorothy), her husband Frank, Then Kat, then Beanies' wife Gene, now Edgar. The whole of the group...now reunited. <br />
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And we cousins, now the top rank.... <br />
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This group of Bane linked family, Bane, Cayce, Giltz, Schaafsma were close. <br />
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so now... it is left to us. <br />
Evans, Gail, Janice, Barbara, Bobbie,John, Martha, Val, Joe, David, Jimmy, Ted, Kathy, Edgar 3, Christopher, Johnny Molly, Kathryn, Shizuka, Martha2 (akaBetsy), Teddy, Mitchell, James, John, Saya, Kazu, Edgar4, Desmond...<br />
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who did i forget to list... <br />
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so Saturday at 10 am in the chapel where Edgar was confirmed, married, we will have a service of memory for him and in part the whole of them. Let the scriptures touch the hearts of those who most need to hear and be healed. <br />
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God Abide<br />
Bobbie Giltz McGarey<br />
@2013<br />
Virginia Beach, </div>
Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-84624531606656284882013-02-27T19:41:00.002-06:002013-02-27T19:41:31.415-06:00back in virginia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Grace and peace.<br />
my mother's parents lived in Virginia Beach as I grew up. My grandmother turned their house into a tourist home, (bed and breakfast) after my Granddaddy couldn't work due to illness. It is a beautiful house that looks just as pretty as when they were there. The people who own it obviously love it. I have really no desire to go into the house because I know it has changed inside and my memory is strong of it being as it was when Grandmother and Grandaddy lived there. A large living room with a beautiful deep red wool carpet, a large dining table and credenza that stood beside it. Two pictures of ships on the sea. her sewing machine in a corner to the side. big windows that looked out to the tennis court or the front yard. the winding wooden polished staircase with steps that weren't too steep. and a banister polished and lovely. the stairs were perfect for bumping down....the screen porch with a glider where grandmother would sit with a bigcolander of green beans to snap. rocking and talking and exuding love... the peacefulness and the love-ed-ness i still feel when i think of it. <br />
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around the corner lived my aunt and uncle, Kat and Edgar. They were younger than my parents and yet the four of them really cared about one another. It is hard to remember them not laughing or being happy. They would ride over to grandmothers with us on the handlebars and we'd watch tv for a little while and then ride home. no helmets...just perched on the handlebars. bliss. Kat and Edgar have been, were, remain a big part of my life story. Whether they knew it or not. I remember Kat staying up with me when i was sick...calming me if i was afraid at night and being basically really happy to see us. i always felt loved and cared for by them when we were there. I know that I was the younger, my cousins, their kids were a littler older, but they always treated me like I could have done all the things Gail and Evans could do. <br />
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We spent most of every day on the beach. Kat and my mother would make tuna sandwiches, pbjsandwiches, and things to drink to take to the beach. There were no juice boxes or bottles we'd put water in a jar with some ice and wrap it with foil to keep it as cold as we could. there would be cokes sometimes but only bottles as there were no cans and my memory doesn't register whether we'd ever take those on the beach. there's nothing better than a tuna sandwich with a little sand...crunchy... <br />
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Edgar would body surf and we sometimes had rafts, mostly would rent one or two, but not every day. Edgar would have us hold on his shoulders and he would ride a wave in and we'd get the best heads up part of the ride. That was until we learned how to catch the waves ourselves. We had to learn how to get in just the right place, decide if the wave was the right size and then lean into it and take the ride. It was a great ride. Then if we didn't want the ride we'd dive through the wave and the water would rush over our bodies and massage and invigorate us. It was grand. I haven't ridden a wave in for some time just because I got anxious about hurting my back. And now we mostly go to the Gulf Coast for swimming with waves without the power and crash of the ocean. <br />
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Edgar and Kat taught me how to play tennis, how to play cards, bridge, pit, rook, etc. They taught me so many things. When i was really little and not accustomed to being apart from my parents I would go over to their house and then chicken out and they'd take me home. Then i finally was ok with staying. <br />
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Gail and i would stay up and tell stories and giggle until we only got quiet on threat of being separated from one another. My cousins Jan and Martha and I did the same giggling as well. Ah what bliss. <br />
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Kat and Edgar were with me at important times. When my Daddy was dying they were there as we sat on the porch and sang to him and prayed with him until he took his last breath. Kat and Gail came out to see me when my mother had an episode with her health and I had two kids and John had to leave town and I was working at the church in Utah. <br />
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Edgar was probably one of the most congruent people i've ever known. That is to say he was true to who he was his whole life. There was nothing fake or uppity about him. He was brilliant and down to earth. <br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGareyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541134.post-33687807839529040972013-02-15T14:39:00.001-06:002013-02-15T14:39:00.631-06:00feb15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
new mexico life<br />
huge sky blue and very high<br />
easy to believe<br />
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wind blown trees sing<br />
with sunshine it still seems warm<br />
but chill still in air<br />
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thoughts of loved one gone<br />
fill eyes with bittersweet tears<br />
one more missing now<br />
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feeling older now<br />
wanting more time to share love<br />
precious now is mine<br />
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life breath joy peace hope<br />
wash over me and heal heart<br />
ready now we go<br />
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Bobbie Giltz McGarey<br />
@2013 ABQ, NM </div>
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