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Guest Post – It Was Hard To Keep The Good Times Rollin’ by GPCox

"Greatest Generation" Life Lessons

Today’s Guest Post from gpcox continues the theme of transportation started last month with information about cars and trucks. This post expands transportation to include the variety of ways to travel in the 1940’s. Settle back and enjoy a unique look at this period of our history.

"The Good Times" - 1939

Kurtz’s Gas Station – Arnold Gibson, Charlie Kurtz and Carl Wayne

filling up in Trumbull

Columnist Marquis Childs said after Pearl Harbor: “Nothing will ever be the same.”  Thirty-five years later he added: “It never has and never will be.”

Since it appears that many of our readers enjoyed the previous guest post concerning the auto industry during the World War II era, I decided to remain on that same train of thought this month. (Yes, the pun was intended.)  I managed to discover quite a lot of information.

We need to remember that in 1941 as much as 40% of U.S. families…

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When Jesus Sees How Long We’ve Waited

Waiting is hard, but these verses help. I particularly like Psalm 22:19. I never want God far from me. Enjoy this Faith Filled Friday reblog.

Heather C. King - Room to Breathe

My son hopped in the minivan at 8:20 a.m. with his sneakers on, his jacket zipped up, and his backpack next  to him.

He was ready for school.  Ready to go . Ready to leave right this minute and not wait another second before getting on the road, Mom!

The thing is, we don’t need to leave for school until around 8:50.  So he was a tad early, as in half an hour early.

But I’d already been putting him off for 20 minutes,  so I finally just gave up and drove to school.  While we waited, I ran errands around the church building and answered his questions every few minutes:  “Mom, what time is it?  Mom, how many minutes?”

Waiting was just….so…..hard.

Part of me loves that he’s so excited about school, of course.

And part of me feels for him.  I connect with all that desire to get going…

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Happy Independence Day and Happy Canada Day!

I know it’s past the holiday, but the video Jacqui included at the end was a true delight and I wanted to share it. Enjoy.

WordDreams...

It’s America’s birthday and I’m celebrating. My Army Sergeant son is in Japan–Okinawa. My Navy LT CDR daughter’s in the DC area. I thank both of them and all those soldiers who fought for America’s uncertain future so long ago.

God be with all of us.


I’m publishing this post on July 1st instead of July 4th so I can include all my efriends from Canada in the celebrations:

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Faith Filled Friday: The Apostle John and Jesus

In the Friday morning woman’s Bible Study we are reading through the book of John. We are following the book, Exploring the Gospel of John, one of the books in the The John Phillips Commentary Series.

I do not always read the Preface or Forward pages in books, but I decided to this time. I was surprised how deeply the first three paragraphs of the Preface affected me. It is hard for me to picture John as an old man, yet it was easy for me to understand the depth of his feelings – his loneliness, sorrow, and loss for all those he had loved and had spent so much time with were now gone. John and Jesus were good friends as well as cousins. They shared a mutual love for each other. He got to see Jesus do many miracles.

I have copied those three paragraphs for you to read. You may not see or feel what I did, and still do every time I read them, but hopefully you will gain a better understanding of the apostle John and our Lord Jesus Christ. May you feel blessed, Connie

“His brother James was dead. Peter, the leading apostle to the Jews, was dead. Paul, the intrepid apostle to the gentile world, was dead. Thomas, Andrew, Philip, Nathanael, all the apostles, were dead – all except one. There in Ephesus lived a lonely old man, the first and the last of the apostles, the great apostle to the church. His name was John.

“He had lived through a marvelous time. In his days the Son of God had become the Son of man. He had been incarnated at Bethlehem, baptized in the Jordan, tempted and proved sinless in the wilderness. He had healed the sick, cleansed the leper, raised the dead. He had made the blind see, the deaf hear, the dumb speak, the lame walk. He had turned water into wine, walked on the waves, fed hungry multitudes with a handful of bread. He had taught God’s truth in a pungent, memorable way. He had been love incarnate, God manifest in flesh. He had been betrayed, falsely accused, manhandled, mauled, crucified. He had been buried, but had risen in triumph from the tomb. He had ascended into heaven, and John had his sure word for it that he was coming back.

“All these memories lingered in John’s heart, in the innermost thoughts of this very old man. John was Jesus’ human cousin and for some three-and-a-half years his best friend. John knew the truth about the Lord Jesus Christ as did no other person on earth.”

Myasthenia Gravis & Sunday Morning

Mornings and myasthenia do not get along very well for me. My muscles need about an hour of moving around before they are fully functional. Even then, they are often still weak and unreliable.

Sunday morning I could not find my cane and figured I could manage without it since my gait was fairly steady. I parked in a handicapped spot so I would not have far to walk. There is only one step up onto the concrete ‘patio’ and I used a column to give me support. Then it was another five feet or so to the doorway. I made that without any problems. My limp was noticeable, but my gait was steady.

I held the door open for another couple with their elderly mother. Carl, one of the ushers, was at the door. He greeted us, let them through then held the door for me to enter. I picked up my foot to go over the threshold, which is barely an inch of a rise, and lost my balance. His reflexes were quick and he grabbed my arm before I stumbled too far away.

He smiled, “Drunk again.”

I laughed with him. I have never been able to figure out why the Lord would let me have a disorder that makes me walk and talk like a drunk.

Oh, I found my cane. I had set in a corner in my haste to get to the bathroom on Saturday. I had stopped in the kitchen to put the take-out lunches I bought and my purse on the counter. I usually lean my cane against the front of the drawers. I don’t know why I put it in the corner and out of sight.

Why Do Authors Need a Newsletter?

A Writer's Path

computer desk phone

by ARHuelsenbeck

I’ve heard that publishers contemplating buying a new author’s work want to know how big his/her email list is; in other words, how many regular subscribers will get a personal notification from the author about the upcoming publication? Clearly, a regular newsletter going out to your readers is an effective marketing tool.

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Bee Happy — Mitch Teemley

Perfect for Faith Filled Friday! God loves all his creation.

Penny Wilson Writes

REBLOG: Don’t miss Mitch’s sweet little story.  Guaranteed to make you smile! If you’re not already a follower, you should be!

I found a bee in my house. The poor thing was weak, struggling to move. So I picked it up. It barely budged. I was going to put it out of its misery, but then I thought, “Wait, why not let it spend its final few minutes in the sunlight?” I know I would want […]

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