Here’s a real throw back to another time and place.  This must’ve been about 42 years ago, judging by the hair on my husband’s head and face.  Mine was short and designed for ease of care with three little ones to attend to.  All of our haircuts were done at home.  We didn’t have much then.  In fact money was always short for us, even for the brief time that we had it.

My girls were dressed in homemade outfits made with my Viking Sewing Machine, which has survived for almost fifty years.  After our move, I hadn’t bothered to use it for a whole year.  When I needed it, I noticed the bobbin case was missing – rending it virtually useless.  I guess God is trying to tell me I need to give up sewing.

When I look at these old photos, the one thing that stands out for me is that we’re all smiling.  Either we were all born actors, or we were genuinely happy.  Those smiles have dwindled over the years.  They’ve been replaced with wrinkles and lines where the smiles used to live.

As we grow older, our tempers grow shorter – we look at things differently – we sometimes feel invisible, because we’re hardly noticed – we become sarcastic, short fused and grumpy.  However, even in the oldest of faces, there is still the capacity to smile.  I hope I die with a smile on my face.  I wouldn’t want to greet my God with a grumpy face.  Of course I won’t, because He’s promised to renew us and restore us to perfection when we enter heaven.  My smile will be a permanent thing there and I’ll have my own teeth, no wrinkles, renewed strength and energy and perfect in every way.  I can’t wait!



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. I remember the McCall dress patterns mother would pick up at the 5 and Dime along with fabric as she’d use her singer to sew my dresses…..
    and my grandmother, a former beautician, cut my hair…I longed for the day I could actually have it cut by a “real stylist”…which I know today my grandmother actually was but sitting in her bedroom at there dresser didn’t make me feel very stylish 🙂

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  2. believe4147 says:

    Your memory brought one of my own. I cut my hair short back then too for the same reason. My husband was not a happy camper. But I only cut my children’s hair once. The barber asked my young son if he got a hold of the scissors and the hairdresser told my daughter to run if I had a pair of scissors in my hand. So it saved money to get haircuts. They are cheaper than therapy!

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  3. Pam says:

    Yes time does change us…even our smiles. This week I began to think about how I used to do certain things as a believer in my earlier life. Of course, at 64 I cannot produce what I did at 23. I can, however, be just as dedicated because I do have more time. Of course (here I go again), I have to consider my health now. I can smile. I can encourage someone here at the convalescent home, and I can devote my time, talent, and words of encouragement to somebody during the day. Yes the years have changed me. Just this year alone, my health declined so bad that my friends and the staff here knew for sure I was going to die. I am still here. I live each day in an attempt to praise my Lord because He is sustaining me. My breath, my limbs, my life is in His hands. I’ve got stories to tell, and people to encourage. I also have to write those stories here on the internet on my blogs. I may be older, but I still have purpose until I move from here to my heavenly home on high. I must occupy until He comes.

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  4. Ahh… homemade clothing. What lovely dresses you made! And such beautiful smiles. I think your haircut looks wonderful. As I read the comments made before me, there seems little left for me to add. And so I’ll just say, “Ditto that!” Always purpose for us until the day we see Him face-to-face. Loved this post as always. ❤

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    • says:

      The homemade clothes were made out of necessity, but back then it was cheaper to sew. Now it’s cheaper to buy ready made clothing


  5. Love this photo Kathy. I still cut my husband’s hair and have done that as long as we have been married. When we were kids my mom sewed all our dresses. She tried sewing underwear for my dad once and he kindly suggested that it might be better to purchase that item LOL.
    Thanks for bringing back great memories!

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