MAKING MEMORIES

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ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Memories are like a flash drive.  We store them in our brains for future reference.  We tuck them into another place so we can forget about them temporarily.  We might not like the memory we’ve created so we can delete it if necessary.  Life is made of memories, past, present and future.

Yet even the greatest computer cannot capture the actual memory.  Those things are reserved for our hearts, rather than being placed in a photo – stored on a stick – saved in a scrapbook.  The real treasured memories cannot be replicated, but we can try.

Yesterday was a beautiful autumn day in Minnesota.  The trees screamed with color and leaves danced across the countryside as if in a symphony of God’s making.  It was also a long weekend holiday for our granddaughter as teachers’ convention is reserved for this time of year.  Three extra days to relax, do nothing in particular and spend a little time with grandpa and grandma.  As this lovely young lady will soon be sixteen, I know those visits are becoming fewer and further between, but every time we have together is more treasured than she realizes.

Paul taught his plein air class in the morning.  I’m showing a painting from last year in this post.  It was at the same seasonal time, when we visited the local pumpkin patch and apple orchard.  It was a mirror image of the kind of day we spent yesterday.  Light trickled through the trees as they shed their bounteous, color stained leaves.  Air was unusually fresh and clean.  The sky was the bluest of blues.  After lunch together, we took that same trip – recreating similar memories.  We found a perfect pumpkin, with a gigantic stem and a bag of apples for baking.  From there it was off to the ice cream shop for an afternoon treat.

A simple afternoon to some. To us, a treasured memory with our granddaughter.  Each second we have to share with her, as she becomes a woman, is fleeting.  We know we will see less of her as time goes by.  In two more years, she’ll be ready for college or a career and making her own memories.  During those waning years, we want to soak up as much time with her that we can.  For we know not the balance of our own lives.

Grandchildren are a gift from God.  A treasure we often take for granted.  They remain young for such a short time, so we have to make the most of the time we have together.  The affect we have on the future generation – the impact we can make through our example – the love we lavish them with – the special memories we create – may seem insignificant, but we know that they will be ingrained in her memory bank and ours forever.

PUMPKIN

This is the pumpkin we found.  I’ve never seen such a large, sturdy stem.  Guess Paul will have to carve something into that as well.

 

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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 Amazon.com.
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1 Response to MAKING MEMORIES

  1. Shivangi says:

    I agree! Yesterday we went to Arboretum and it was gorgeous to say the least! S grateful for God’s splendor!

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