A legacy

Many people have aspirations in life. Some desire fame and fortune, others beauty, some wish for their names to become unforgettable in history. Some want great athletic ability, some outstanding musicianship or perhaps to write an astounding work of literature. All of those things are wonderful. Many of those achievements would mark you down as a name to remember. You may get a paragraph in a history textbook or maybe a short documentary, depending on the obstacles you overcome.
After you died, the world would remember you.
That isn't wrong or bad in itself, but it isn't my goal.
I want to be remembered for the little things.

I want to be like her.
You probably don't recognize her or know her name.
If you googled her, wikipedia wouldn't have an answer for you.
But if you asked me who she was, I could tell you just a little bit.
She was my grandma, a great-grandma at that.
She was a sister who grew up in a tiny town in the rural midwest.
Her family now outnumbers the amount of people in the town she was born in.
When she was a girl going to school in a one room school house, her teacher took away the end of the school year excursion from the ornery class.
However, in my grandma's words, "She might said there was no picnic this year, but the only one not going on the picnic was her. We all told our parents that the party was on, and we went by ourselves."
 And so they proceeded to pack their lunches, ride on driftwood down the river to a field in a neighboring state and then back home before dark. And nobody ever knew.
During all her years in high school, our country was engaged in WWII.
She didn't have an iphone, instagram, facebook or twitter. (or internet or tv)
She was a worked a teletype (go look it up, I didn't know what it was either)  and traveled all over the country in her late teens with a few other close friends.
She married the only man she ever dated. (or courted)
And they loved each other more than words could ever say.
I hope my marriage is as Christ centered and passionately romantic as theirs was. You rarely ever ever saw one without the other. They were real about their struggles and intentional about forgiving one another.
The few years that my grandmother was a widow were so painful for her. It was like a part of her had died, and she didn't know quite how to continue on.
I hope my legacy and career as a mother is as warm and gracious as hers.
She was an encourager. She teased. She was funny.
She left no impact on the world like Mother Teresa, no social stirrings like Martin Luther King Jr, no great literary works like William Golding.
But she left a legacy.

 She left a legacy of a family who loved music. And a family who loved each other, no matter where they were from, what they had done, or what they looked like.

 She left a legacy of laughter. There is no sorrow in this life that cannot be remedied by a joy that comes from putting our hope in the next one.

 She left a legacy of intimacy and listening. Both my great-grandparents were listeners. They were keen to when a person was struggling and never to busy to listen to even a slight woe and offer wise advice.

 She left a legacy of hard work. Neither my great grandma or grandpa were rocket scientists. I don't even know if they had college degrees. But they worked hard and with joy. My grandma didn't work hard for the praise of man, she worked to honor God and serve her family. My grandfather didn't work hard to impress people or hoard money. As much as he received, he gave. I hope I can leave a legacy like this. Never afraid to give, even if it hurts.

They left a legacy of learning. They were never to old to try something new. My great grandma was alive when telephones and movie theaters were just becoming popular and I can recall just a few years ago watching her play solitaire on her iPad. To me, that's impressive.

She left a legacy of beautiful homemaking. She was a wonderful housekeeper, cook, cleaner, wife, mother and business woman. Being a woman who cared for her home didn't scare her. She wasn't held down by it or in any way did it inhibit her. She delighted in hospitality and caring for her family.
Food is often like a glue that brings people together.
And she knew that.
She cooked and was in her kitchen and let others be in her kitchen. She taught us how to make good food.  
I used to bring her and my grandpa desserts and even if they were AWFUL I never received any comment except for how good and tasty it was.
Her buttermilk pancake recipe is the one I hope to make for my grandkids' someday. Her mint jar was always full. Tootsie Pops were in the cabinet next to the lazy susan. I distinctly remember a Christmas at my great-grandparents when I couldn't have been much older than 3 or 4, and sitting on a stool in the bustling kitchen watching three generations of women scurry around cooking, laughing, singing and talking.
I want to be a woman like that.
I most importantly want my legacy to be one of devoted love and service to my Savior and to those around me.
Just like her.



~Bugg

A precious photo

I recently found this photo while I was going through some old floppy discs.... When I saw it, I almost cried. Maybe it seems silly, but this is a picture of my great-grandparents meeting me for the first time. My Great-grandpa passed away in August, so that made it even more meaningful.
 Whoever took the picture perfectly captured the moment. The facial expressions of both my grandpa and grandma are totally 'them.' My grandma's caring face, sweetly talking, My grandpa's gentle admiration. Although I (of course) have absolutely no recollection of this picture being taken, I can almost hear their voices.
If I live to be a great-grandparent, I hope I radiate a life full of glorifying my Savior as much as my own did and are doing. And while I'm still growing and quite young, I hope I pursue God so that even if I don't live to be old, people still know that earth was never my real home anyway, and that to die only means going to be with my true Father.
~Bugg

Yes, I'm actually posting :)

'Tis true! Thanks to some faithful blog readers relentlessly asking me to post again, here I am... :)

I haven't been up to much lately, in fact, this post may seem rather uneventful to you, dear reader....nevertheless, I will try...

I had my birthday in earlier this year which happened to fall on our church's annual retreat, so we celebrated there :) It was a blast!

Our grandpa retired this year and we have had the privilege of going on a few field trips with him!

We also took a trip to MN. On the way to our favorite store, IKEA, Oggie and Erin couldn't help but pose next to their least favorite sign! Go Packers! No hard feelings to all my friends out there who are Viking fans :)

I just had to post this picture of my super handsome brother Oggie...He's growing up! I remember when we used to play all sorts of silly games together, Rescue Heroes, Dolls, Dress-up, build a house in the backyard, ect. Good times :)

 I love photography...And I love the fact that I can take pictures that can't even contribute to the enormousness of something, and yet capture the intricate detail of something else. More importantly, I love the fact that my God created huge, vast things, and also the teeny, tiny details humans seem to miss.

From the deep colors of fall and the large forests that are the showcases for those colors, to the paper thinness of a butterfly's wing. He is an amazing God.

Thanks for reading! Trust me, I am going to try and post more often! I seem to have forgotten how relaxing it is...
~Bugg

Grandparents :)

My great-grandparents on their wedding day about 60 years ago.

I just had to share a couple of the stories my great-grandparents told us when we visited them. It cracks me up to hear their stories, and I think my family cracks them up as well!

{~As told by my Great-Grandma~}
When we lived at our house down by the river, their was an old abandoned shed down the way. Now, I think that it had lots of little critters in it, and since nobody was using it, they burned it down. Well, there sure was a family or two of snakes living in there, cause I walked out on the porch the next day, and their was snakes everywhere! They covered the bushes and and front lawn and the entire porch. Now, the girls were at school, and dad was workin'. Now you know, we didn't have cell phone in those days, so I couldn't call dad, so, I grabbed the dandelion weeder, and started stabbing them. I killed 73 snakes. I'd stab 'em, them pick 'em up and throw them in the driveway. Now, you now, snakes don't just die and not move, they wriggle and wriggle and then they stop. So when I was done, I had a driveway full of dead, wriggly, snakes. The End 

{~As told by my Great-Grandpa~}
When I was a little kid, we had lots of cats. Now, there was this one cat, it didn't have a name, but it was my favorite. I loved this cat, and we played together all the time. We also had a big woodpile next to our house for our stove. And this woodpile was filled with mice. Lots of mice. So, my mom told me to bring my cat out there and eat the mice. So, I brought her out, and said, "Go get 'em. Eat up those mice. And so she ate the mice, then fell over and died.
Then End

There's a bit out doubtfulness about that last story, but it's claimed to be true, so, believe it or not.....So, there's your story for the day! And I hope you found them as strangely amusing as I did!
~Bugg