Friday, December 24, 2010

Howell Christmas

Yesterday was designated the day for Howell Family Christmas in Magee. We have recently experienced the loss Mrs. Lou. Right after Thanksgiving, we suddenly lost her. Our hearts were broken to lose that infectious laughter that she brought. It was just 2 1/2 years ago that we had to walk through our first Christmas with out Maw-Maw. Our hearts were still heavy from that loss and Mrs. Lou had brought a sense of joy back into the house. She and Maw-Maw were dear friends so Mrs. Lou kept much of the "Mary-ness" about the house.



Our visit began with the Mealins and our family spending the night with Paw-Paw. The kids played card games, listened to Evan jam on his electric guitar, and laugh so hard they almost cried. There was some story about "nuggets" that had Evan and Wynn in stitches. The kids got to camp out in the "art house".




Julie and I finished cooking and crawled in the bed to catch up! I am so blessed to have a sister-in-law (and family) that we can just pick up where we left off the last visit. Julie is more like a sister to me, and I am very blessed!



I woke on Thursday to the smell of Philip cooking bacon for everyone. It wouldn't be a trip to Paw-Paws if Philip wasn't making his famous breakfast. (bacon, eggs & biscuits). Julie and I got gumbo and fixings (Paw-Paws potato salad) ready for the masses. We have many great memories sitting in that kitchen while Philip cooks and enjoying our coffee and storeis. We laugh, we remember, we cry, we eat...it doesn't get much better. Kids trickle into the kitchen one by one. We take turns getting ready and regulating the hot water.

Finally, more cousins and in-laws.

There are 12 Howell Grands that range in age from 17-8. Lou brought with her a daughter, son-in-law, three grands and a son. Our house is full, but fun. The Friend kids always gather the Howell kids for a board game or cards.


Trippe hooked up with some Star Wars legos. The girls got make-up bags from the Greg Howells. Paw-Paw gave the parents a number game in receiving our gifts. Items he had picked up on one of his many mission trips. (A new bread basket and candle holder).I think one of my favorite memories was watching Wynn be Paw-Paws helper to pass out gifts. (until it was time to stop and open her own). .

She picked right back up with her duties once her excitement over her Zhu-Zhu pets was past. (thanks Evan). She gave Paw-Paw the biggest hug when she saw the large bill placed inside her envelope from him.

That baby just loves her Paw-Paw



This was a hard Christmas without Mothers and Grandmothers. It was hardest most of all for Paw-Paw.

He took time to write the Grans a special note to express his love for them.

Even through the tears and heartache, we found some laughter and new memories.

Christmas Parade

It wouldn't be Christmas without the Tupelo Christmas Parade. We have only missed this event once since moving here 10 years ago. We look forward to the morning each year. We gather at the same spot with some of the same friends each year. This year was a little different because Trippe and Philip walked in the Parade. They joined the TPSD music teachers and students as Grand Marshalls. They were some of the first people we saw.

Trippe & Dad passing by in the parade



Being some of the first in line, the boys and their tired legs headed home once their route was finished. The girls enjoyed watching friends pass by. Some of our parade favorites are always the Partlow Drummers. We were glad this year that parade organizers saved all of the horse groups for the end.  We headed home post Santa and the boys had heated our pot of  Crawfish Bisque!

Christmas, Christmas Time Is Here

It has been a while since I sat down to think about our daily happenings. Sarah was given a CD by her sweet small group leader, Chloe. It is by Straight No Chaser. The first song is very fast and they seem a little like they have ADD (so MK says) and they sing Christmas, Christmas time is here...shopping, shopping, etc. I have felt that speediness of this December. The rush of the song, the pressure of the "to do list", the activities on the calendar. I must say this year has been less filled than in the past, but still I feel we got a late start.

We started our Christmas season off as normal...tagging a tree at Gray's Christmas Tree Farm. We were sad to see the newspaper listing that this was their last year  of owning the farm. We traveled to Hatley to pick the "perfect" tree. We were greeted by the new family who will open a farm a few miles down the road. We were relieved with that news. Next it was down to business and y'all it only took 5 whole minutes to meet this grand 10 footer.

Gray's Christmas Tree Farm 2010


Daddy made certain  that we got our full tree farm experience. We rode the train through the farm one last time. Thanks Philip for helping us make memories no matter how old we get!




We waited a week or so before Daddy went back to the farm to retrieve our tree. It is an annual tradition that we decorate our tree together. With Christmas music playing & spiced tea cooking, we began the process or sorting through ornaments and adding our favorites to the tree.




Our ornaments are wooden ones that Granny gave me when I was younger and I've given each of you. They are handmade by a lady named Gay from Jackson. Granny met her at the Canton Flea Market years ago. We have ornaments that tell stories of our family too. Ones from vacations, made at school, from our friends, etc. I love to hear the stories you tell as I pull them out of the box. I've always loved to hear you retell the stories. I think we always say this, but "our tree is the most beautiful one we have ever had".



the finished product


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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Buckets of Tears

I've thought all day...as I shop for groceries and fold clothes...the mundane. I ran into a friend who lost his wife 6 months ago to lung cancer. He shared how he is moving on. He explained the grace of God to bring healing of their relationship through her dying.  In my trying to roughly grasp his aching heart, I shared how my Mom felt when she lost my Dad. Lost my Dad....wait that was yesterday, no wait that was today. The mundane had taken over. I had let it slip up. Twenty years ago today, my Daddy went to live in heaven with his. My heart ached then and does today.  I feel my bucket beginning to fill ...it started when my friend shared his aches, the filling was deeper when I realized my forgetfulness. I have reflected since that discussion about my Daddy. Philip even asked me today what I thought he would look like at 68. Well, I have no idea because his Dad's life was cut short as well. I do know that he would love his 6 grandchildren. He would be chasing them from soccer, to cross country, to ballgames, to school programs. He and George and Trippe would be hunting ducks and golf balls.  My bucket fills even deeper as another friend text of the death of her Father-in-Law. Philip found his cancer just a month ago. How our hearts have ached for them. Death can fill a bucket full of tears.  We ache because we are  left behind. We ache because we miss life with the ones we love. We ache because of what those loved ones will miss out on in our lives.  Our hearts break and spill out into our buckets with tears. I ache because today I got caught in the mundane. My joy bucket is still half full today...half joy...half tears.

Monday, November 1, 2010

We did it! We skipped  school on Friday and headed to KY. Will is finishing seminary at Asbury (or better known as ASHBURRY) this year. Lilla turned one year old and we decided that a visit was in order. It just worked out that our first free weekend was the weekend after her birthday and the weekend of Halloween. Our visit was great! We needed to see our friends.

Our trip included a special birthday party for Miss Lilla. We enjoyed a stroll to campus where Will and Merissa lead the kids on a scavenger hunt. The fun that they have with our kids...I know that our children are blessed and will never forget.

I see two monkeys in a tree!
Saturday, we woke to sweet sounds of a little girl excited to find her friends still at her house to play. Will ran to gather homemade donuts for us. We decided to take a tour through downtown Lexington. We walked through the Farmers Market. They offered many choices of fresh food. It was neat to see the many choices. We continued to walk through Lexington and found the Green Festival (ok, Merissa, I can't remember what it was called). Merissa was excited to see her favorite writer, Wendall Berry, speaking. While she listened a bit, Philip and Will lead the kids through the displays gathering "FREE" stuff. Nothing makes Philip happier than a bag of free goodies. We tried some organic coffee that guaranteed our weight loss, Trippe and Wynn went on a scavenger hunt through the kids section, and at the end the kids got a pumpkin. We were grateful for a stroller at that point.
Teaching kids to respect the Father of Methodism!
Philip and I took advantage of our new found desire to see all SEC football fields. A stop at UK was in our sites. We jumped out of the car and began to look for our search of the perfect picture. It happened to be the weekend that MSU was playing KY, but the game was in Starkville. In fact, Dr. Yarbourgh had called Philip earlier in the day offering boxed seat tickets. How nice that would have sounded, but we were glad to be with friends!

We had a quick stop for resale shopping and Joseph Beth's. We left MK in the corner to read her book that she forgot to bring. (thanks Will for checking it out at the seminary library so she could finish). Trippe & Mama found books that we needed wanted, but we resisted temptation and left them there. It was on to Wilmore for pumpkin painting.

It was time for trick or treating in downtown Wilmore. Lilla transformed into a butterfly, while Trippe became a pumpkin. The Howell's and Will put on our maroon and headed out for some time of treating! Will and Philip kept an eye on the time so that we wouldn't miss kick off. Will set us up for game watching and indoor tailgating. Merissa and the kids all waited outside for the neighborhood trick or treaters. Lilla was facinated with all the people who were coming to her house.

The Bulldogs pulled away a nice victory in football. MK finished her book for school. We had celebrated a great Halloween.

Sunday morning we woke to get ready for church at The Quest in Lexington. We worshiped with music written by Eminem. Who would have thought? Wynn enjoyed the teaching and took notes on how not to live in fear. It brought tears to my eyes to realize that my 8 year old was so moved by the message that she wanted to remember it. We enjoyed lunch and then to campus for Christmas card pictures. (thanks Merissa).

It was time to head back home. The best part was knowing that our friends would be home in two weeks for Thanksgiving. One last adventure on our way home. Will reminded us that Vanderbilt was just off of the beaten path. Heaven knows, we jump off that path often for the experience of life. Well Vanderbilt we saw. Pictures we took. At this point, I am 4 SEC schools in 2 1/2 weeks. You must love a Howell adventure. At least our kids will have stories to tell.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Big Losers

We have a family tradition. We love to gather together to watch Biggest Loser. We find ourselves shifting things around to be home just for this two hours. Most nights around here, post-dinner, we won't be snacking (minus Dad's late night bowl of cereal).  Well on Biggest Loser Night, during the first few ads, someone jumps up for an apple, yogurt, etc. We seem to be hungry while watching these people exercise. What is it? Some nights we find that we are obsessed with our snacks. This past Tuesday was one of those nights. The show began, the kids begged Philip for a snack. He asked them did they want yogurt, apple...the usual. We all started saying we wanted a "real" snack. It was the day before" pay- day" around here which means the pantry is bare. He remembered that I may have extra cookies in the freezer. He returned with a bag of cookies and icing. We all screamed no not cookies ..."We want chocolate!" He began to look for cake mix and I sent him looking for the ingredients to a chocolate chip pound cake. We all agreed that the show was 2 hours and the cake could be made in the first hour and enjoyed for the second. Why does that show cause us to be so hungry? And why do we find ourselves wanting to be so bad with our food choices? We were so excited to hear the oven timer beep...we jumped up and ran to get our plate of cake. All six of us! We are building memories as well as waist-sizes!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Boston in the Fall

Well we may be the Pirates who don't do anything (most of the time), but Philip and I finally got away together (and we did see Boston in the Fall)! It was a crazy and busy time, but we enjoyed our time away together. (my opinion of course...ask him his) This trip was a series of first in our 19 years of marriage. We agreed that experiencing first at 19 years was a good thing. First time to fly together, first time to see Boston, first time to ride the subway for Philip...I'm sure there are more first, but those are the highlights.

Our first adventure out of our hotel was to a crowded old restaurant on the water called ...No Name Restaurant. It was a crowded, upstairs location, but it was where we had our first cup of chowder. It was delicious. Neither of us thought we liked clams, but they changed our minds.

We decided there that I would try to document everything for the kids. We took pictures of food and places so they could experience Boston too.

Since Philip really was in town for continuing education (The Academy of ENT People...I'm sure there was a more official name because I saw the banners, but I can't remember it), we spend our mornings touring all things Boston. Philip attended classes in the afternoon. I took the time to enjoy the Blue Horizon channel...a channel with nature scenes and sounds. Needless to say, I napped! At night, we found new restaurants to enjoy.

Day One lead us to Flour Bakery/Cafe.The kids had watched a show on Food Network where Bobby Flay recommended this bakery. We were excited to find on our iPhone map that the location was a half of a mile away. We took a stroll on Sunday morning to find this place. After walking in what seemed like a deserted business area, and passing a resting homeless man several times, we found the right road and discovered Flour! We enjoyed the Sticky/Sticky Bun that Bobby Flay recommended and a Dried Fruit Scone. We also had some of the best coffee. We sat in the crowded cafe, read the menu and watched the people who strolled in on a Sunday morning. It was a relaxing way to begin the day. Our time was up and we walked back to our hotel in time for Philip to attend class.

Philip came back after his first round of classes with excitement about the topics he learned about. We quickly got ready and grabbed a cab to the North End/Little Italy. We decided that Italian was the theme for our evening meal. We walked up and down Hanover Street (where Benjamin Franklin once lived) to read the menus of the many Italian choices. We settled into a quaint, little restaurant called Il  Villaggio. We enjoyed Lobster Ravioli and Chicken Sambaticco. We agree that these were two of our favorite dishes. The streets of Little Italy were crowded. We encountered bakeries not only filled with fresh pastries, but people. We saw older men sitting at cafe tables outside of stores visiting. It was reminiscent of scenes in movies where the older Italian men gathered to shoot the breeze. The old buildings housed restaurants and shops below and then homes above. It was a very interesting area.


Day Three found us walking the Freedom Trail. We started by taking a cab to Feuneul Hall. We discovered this area that was now shopping mall and food was once a livestock/fresh food market. Where Philip grabbed a huge breakfast, once was a place people came to buy fresh fish or a cow. We stepped outside to find the red line of the Freedom Trail. (Ok it wasn't that easy and we walked in circles a little first, but eventually we began our tour). We walked back through Little Italy towards Paul Revere's house.


We followed the trail to the Old North Church where he placed the lantern to warn of the British troops arrival. We looked around through the Old North Church. We discovered where Thomas Jefferson once worshiped and where his descendants still own his family worship box. We learned that the families rented boxes to sit in for worship. In the winters, they brought in warmed bricks that they placed in a metal box in the bottom of their area. It kept the family warm for worship. We followed the brick road toward a cemetery where people who fought in the American Revolution were buried. We crossed the Charles River to visit the 
USS Constitution, old Ironside, it was called. We agreed after our long walk that we should know more of our history and pay more attention to the detail of the museum, but our feet ached. We grabbed a cab and headed back for rest and Philip more learning about work.

Philip's arrival after day two of school found that he learned there are really good speakers and some who just shouldn't be allowed to speak. He brought in a piece of paper where he noted the speaker saying "um" about 250 times, but he stopped counting after than and they lady was still talking. We agreed that our education had been in the morning that day.

We decided to take some friends advise and head to a place called Legal Seafood for dinner. Philip had lobster on his mind and what better place than Legal Seafood. I enjoyed Lobster Bisque and a wedge salad. Philip got the stuffed steamed lobster. We agreed that we both felt like that poor lobster after we were done eating.

Our next morning found us really experimenting. We bought tickets to ride the subway. I had ridden in New York City years before, but Philip was on his first subway adventure. We were off to see Harvard and Fenway Park. We got on our first train near the hotel. It was the silver line and I commented how clean and lighted the bus seemed. We later transferred to the red line and realized we were finally on our real subway experience. We saw crowds of people of all types. We enjoyed the music of a cellist, and guitar/singer. When we began to hear the cello, we looked around assuming it was a speaker piping in a beautiful classical music. This is what we saw...

We arrived at the Harvard stop and walked up the stairs to find this beautiful old school. We just turned in circles to take in the beauty of this area. The leaves were changing, the people were just as colorful as the leaves, and the town surrounding the campus was interesting. We walked toward a cafe and enjoyed breakfast. We found ourselves walking around reading the signs on all the old buildings. The buildings in Harvard Yard were dated in the 1700's. The number of Asian tourist taking photos and finding Harvard a place of greatness was interesting. We entered the church and saw a huge marbled wall memorial to WWII students and staff who had bravely fought. We took a picture to share with Honey. The church resembled the Old North Church that we had seen the day before. We took in the campus bookstore and other small shops. We found that our time quickly was slipping so we headed back to the subway for our trip to Fenway. A few wrong train turns and a bit of rain kept us from making our destination stop. We headed back to the hotel just in time for Philip to make his classes.

I spent the afternoon resting and trying to memorize the images I'd seen at Harvard. I loved the old architecture, and the quaint community. I wish that we had more time to truly capture the history of Cambridge and Harvard.

We tried yet again to make Fenway. We had seen maps that talked of a twilight tour. Philip called to find the only tours were 9-4. We redirected our plans and decided to head to an icon-a place where "everybody knows your name". We headed to the original Cheers. We took the subway back to the Beacon Hill area. We walked along the brick sidewalk and looked into quaint shop windows. We finally found the bar that sparked the TV series. We headed to the basement bar to find it rather small and crowded. We quickly glanced around then decided to head upstairs where we grabbed dinner and a beer in honor of George Trippe.

Our last day had arrived, and we decided to end it where we began with breakfast at Flour. Philip had so wanted to try the homemade Pop Tart which we arrived too late for, but he did get a fancy named cinnamon roll. I tried his first days choice of the Sticky, sticky bun. We rush back to our hotel to grab our bags and head off to the airport. We decided one last subway ride was in order.


Cemetary

We discovered Boston in the Fall was a beautiful old town. It was filled with much history and it would be a place we could come back to visit. It is good to have "first" in your marriage even after 19 years. It makes enjoying life together an adventure. Philip tried really hard to make my feet bleed, but he still hasn't caught me yet. I can't wait till our next adventure!









Harvard in the Fall








Freedom Trail marker







Houses in North End

Walk way to Old North Church



John Harvard


Harvard Yard

Charles River

Paul Revere House

Paul Revere House

USS Constitution- Old Ironside

View of Old North Church from Street leading to Charles River

Building at Harvard Yard


view of Boston from bridge by Westin Waterfront Hotel

Harvard Yard

Old North Church


Paul Revere Memorial

World War II Memorial Wall at Harvard

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Tale of Two Sisters

"It was the best of times....it was the worst of times", Charles Dickens opens his novel,The Tale of Two Cities. Dickens journeys through the comparisons of Paris and London in the days before the Revolutionary War. It is easy to see the similarities between the Dickens classic, and a story we have watched live the past 14 years. Enjoy an excerpt from a chapter...

One sister has a memory of a short lived life as an only child. The other sister was just an innocent bystander in the whole process. The two are just thirteen short months apart in age. Their young lives we claim that we survived. Some nights and days sure felt like that of the cast of Survivor. We were thrown into the unknown island of parenthood and quickly found ourselves parenting two with the little resources and knowledge that we had available. Those first few years it was also more than just surviving. We made memories, we laughed and we loved. These two sisters were best buddies. We were on the move for the first five years of their lives so they learned to play together.


Fast forward a few years, school begins and activities start, and the great divide forms a crack. The sisters find new interest and activities. One sister wants to separate and move in new directions. The other sister wants to be just like her sister. Several years pass and it seems the Howell-utionary War had been in full swing.

Skip a few detailed chapters of small skirmishes and little blood loss, you will find yourself at the present day chapter of Howell-lutionary War. Summer of 2010 arrived, and the Howell sisters had completed spring class registration. The kind and thoughtful Mother, who was loved by all, (I am writing this chapter so I can embellish however I so choose) begin to taunt and tease the two rivals that they would enjoy two classes together. They both were registered to take chorus and p.e. and what fun we had laughing that they might "build a bridge" and be bff's for classes this year.


It is time for Fall Orientation and the reconciliation process begins. The two sisters are thrown into chorus and p.e. together. The sisters cry out in agony in the beginning, but over a few short weeks the laughter is heard yet again. Story after story of "Sisters....sisters....sisters" (sounds heard in day one of chorus...taunts of the guys who know them and are determined to keep the war going) bring much joy to the parents who remember the early days of a great friendship.

Tales of ultimate Frisbee and the sister domination team. The teacher soon realized that the two must remain divided because together they are a great threat. The stories each night at dinner about a school day center around the conquest of Sister #1 over Sister #2. Each recollection of the days events are different from the story teller, but the laughter of other family members grows. In fact, the family awaits the next installment in the "tale".


The greatest story thus far has come over a friendly game of football. Did I mention a great competition has in sued over the past 14 years? Another important fact is that Sister #2 understands little (I mean nothing) of the game. Sister #1 takes full advantage and waits for the perfect pass to head towards Sister #2. She swiftly races in between the ball and Sister #2. The interception is made and a jog to the end zone guarantees her team another day of winning in 2nd period p.e. I have never laughed so hard when hearing the recap of the day. The two sisters are truly great story tellers especially at the expense of the other1

It is so nice to see the Howell-utionary War coming to a close (I hope). The Tale of Two Sisters continues, but maybe at least we are heading to a season of peace! (Until time to get ready of school in one small bedroom and bathroom)

Sisters - Homecoming Week 2010


Note: Pictures to come!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

What's Your Legacy?

I've really spent this Summer thinking a lot about this question. I spent six weeks doing the Summer Siesta Bible study online. We studied Kelly Minter's, Ruth. It walked through the loss, love and legacy that encompasses the story of Ruth, Boaz and Naomi.



I've been fond of Ruth before this study. I always looked at her dedication to her Mother-in-Law as admirable. I had memorized Ruth 1:16. You know all the stuff you get in church. I must admit that I unfolded the book of Ruth to find new layers and new loves.

I think this question resonated with me so much because my Honey (grandfather) had been writing a book about his faith journey. It basically was a request of his children and grandchildren that he record his life for us. His legacy -if you will.


The book was printed this Summer. I am so excited to know that my children will have the opportunity to read the details of his life. They are so blessed to know this 91 year old man. He is a man of faith who has seen a lot of life's ups and downs. He has lived a life full of integrity, and that is something I want them to know. I want our children and grandchildren to know their legacy.

In the last week of study, Minter focused on the legacy part of Ruth's story. She told the story of her Grandfather who was a rear admiral in the Navy. She mentioned that he had given his whole life to the Navy. Minter realized after his funeral that if she were going to leave a noble legacy that she would have to give her "whole life to the Lord". This statement made me think. My Honey has spent 91 years doing this. He continues to build that legacy.

Minter lead us in the last week in a study of the legacy of Boaz. His mother was Rahab, a prostitute. Boaz lived a long life single then met and became Ruth's kinsman redeemer. They bore a son Obed who was the father of Jesse who was the father of David. And the line carries all the way to Jesus.

How awe inspiring to think that God could use us no matter our flaws or past. He used Rahab to carry a line of faithfulness to give birth to our REDEEMER...Jesus. God is so creative!

My Honey told a long story of a life of following Christ. I am sure there were times of doubt, discouragement, questions, but he recorded for us a LEGACY. Our family story of faithfulness.

I have thought of the question many times since finishing the study and his book. What is my legacy that I'm leaving? It makes me ask myself, but I also want to ask you....What is your legacy? I hope I can have a faith journey that others want to read.

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