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All posts tagged memories

Kathleen Chambers, Memories and Me

Kathleen Chambers, memories, genealogy, Oswald Chambers, Biddy Chambers, David McCasland, Abandoned to God, research libraries, transcripts, interview

As one of my primary sources, Kathleen Chambers’ memories were vital to the writing of Mrs. Oswald Chambers. Interviewed in 1991 by Oswald Chambers biographer David McCasland, Kathleen told wide-ranging stories of her parents and her life. She was nearly 78 years-old when she talked with McCasland. Her father had been dead for 73 years; her […]

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Mrs. Douglas MacArthur’s Tablecloth (idea) and Me

Tablecloth, Mrs. Douglas MacArthur's tablecloth, famous signatures, hospitality, General Douglas MacArthur, embroidery, Sharpie markers, memories

I don’t actually own Mrs. Douglas MacArthur‘s tablecloth, but I own one like it. What is that tablecloth? It’s a white tablecloth she used whenever she served dinner to foreign dignitaries. Whenever everyone finished eating, she handed them a pen and asked them to sign the tablecloth. She then had it embroidered. Can you imagine the […]

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My Own Wrinkle in Time

“Why, you had your own wrinkle in time,” my friend exclaimed. I’d recounted a story in which he had given me a surprising gift We’re both fans of Madeleine L’Engle‘s Newberry award winning novel A Wrinkle in Time, but his words caught me by surprise. I hadn’t thought of it that way before, but he […]

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A Dream of Loved Ones–For Comfort

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I knew it was a dream as I stood on the balcony overlooking the sweeping view of the Los Angeles harbor. My parents loved that view. I turned and recognized the french doors leading into their condominium. The door stuck slight on the thick carpeting, as always, when I pushed it open. I cocked my […]

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Immigrants: A Linden Tree/stump/hole for Hope

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Like many Americans, our family is made up of immigrants. I’m a first generation American on my mother’s side of the family. My father’s? Oh, twelfth? My husband is a second generation American on his father’s side. His mother’s? Oh, thirteenth? But like many immigrant families, our families have remained in touch with folks in […]

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