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I’LL BE BACK

SPRINGFIELD HOUSE

SPRINGFIELD HOUSE

Dear Friends, at the suggestion of Dan Norsworthy and Jenny Magee, I’ve decided not to shut down MartyMagee.com, but to take an extended break–which I’ve already done.

First, I’d like to tell you a few things that have been going on.  The house at left was our home in Springfield Oregon nearly 20 years ago.  This was it a few weeks ago.  It brought back pleasant memories as we drove by.

Speaking of houses, if you check out www.3051sierra.com you’ll see the house we’re trying to sell.  It’s not like us to have every sock picked up and every dish washed.  So, you can see the extra time it takes this undomestic blogger. 

MILL CITY BACK YARD

MILL CITY BACK YARD

If we sell our Fresno house, we plan to move to Mill City.  Go to www.realtor.com and type in 1205 Third Av, Mill City OR to see our possible new place.

 

 

 

Here’s one reason we want to move back to Oregon:

LITA AND SADIE--CRAYOLA SPECIALISTS

LITA AND SADIE--CRAYOLA SPECIALISTS

Here’s a reason we’ve been holding off on the move:
MR WILSON OR PEEPING TORRANCE?

MR WILSON OR PEEPING TORRANCE?

 

 

 Please look for my second book.  MUPPIM, HUPPIM AND ARD should be out sometime in 2010.  I’m sure it will be easier to write than figuring out how to place pictures on this mind-of-its-own blog. 

Meanwhile, there are a few copies of EBENEZER left.

Blessings to you all!

Marty

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THE “42” QUEEN

PICT0091PICT0090PICT0089This is a picture book on how to play “42,” a Texas domino game.  It’s a game that makes funny faces come on my mama.  Sometimes she laughs uncontrollably.  Linda, in the second picture, shows how you can hide your dominos from the other players.  She doesn’t know we can all see her hand now.  In the last picture, it looks like only Paul is paying attention.  Just watch Paul and you’ll soon know how to play.  If you want to have fun, watch the lady in blue.

There are no 42 instructions in Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends, but there are lots of stories about my mom, Georgia Lou. 

Blessings!

Marty

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SUN TEA AND OTHER AMUSEMENTS

I set a jar of cold water and six tea bags on a tree stump in the back yard.  I don’t know if sun tea is better than the boiled kind.  It’s simply a symbol of a good Southern country good times. 

We used to have a hand-crank ice cream freezer.  The kids sat on it while the adults turned the crank.  I didn’t do much of either.  I mostly got in the way because I was too skinny my weight was worthless to keep the thing still.  And I certainly couldn’t turn the crank.  Nevertheless, this was good ice cream, making good memories. 

My daughter, Jenny, used to fish for crawdads at the ditch by our mountain church in New Mexico.  I hope she got as much out church as she did out of fishing with her friends. 

My sister who is nine years my senior remembers going to youth camp when they had to pay $7.50 and a pound of bacon.  She also remembers driving the tractor when she and the cousins weren’t old enough.  But she wasn’t four like Cousin Jimmy and I were.  We scared the aunts and uncles–did we get attention!  

In the 1920s, my mother’s family had an old car.  It didn’t run.  What she used it for, it didn’t need to run.  She quickly got her chores done, took an old hymnal out to that car.  She’d sit in the back seat and let the sun beam on her. She’d sing to the top of her lungs, “Let the Lower Lights Be Burning,” “Brighten the Corner Where You Are,”Standing on the Promises” and whatever else was in the hymnal that she knew–and maybe some she didn’t. 

A couple more from my mother.  She and her brother smeared axle grease all over each other.  She says she doesn’t know why her mother didn’t beat the tar out of her.  One Halloween she and friends stole a chicken, roasted and ate it.  She said it was sure tough!  Mother!  I’m ashamed of you!

David and his life-long best friend, Gary, once camped in the back yard.  They cut weeds (the weeds we had in the 1950s) about 1-1/2 inches, punched holes through them with a nail, burned one end with the outdoor barbecue and blew smoke.  They did not inhale! 

My friend Denise tells a couple of good Southern California memories.  They had an apricot tree in their yard.  In the summer, she hid in it.  This is where she did all her thinking and planning.  Nobody knew where to find her.  In the fall, she and her brother raked the leaves from the tree, then jumped in.  She also remembers in the summer some kind of fruit dripping down her dirty arm.

Here is one from this sophisticated friend I can barely believe.   She said she and her brother would be walking home and it would be hot and they’d be thirsty.  They’d pass a yard with sprinklers not turned on.  He taught her to put her mouth on the sprinkler head and suck on it and water would come out.  Yuck, Denise!

We all remember Hide-and-Seek, Mother May I? and Red Light-Green Light.

Jodie, my sister, says she is now sitting on their deck in Ohio watching the lightning bugs.  I’m about to go swimming with my husband, but not in the ditch.  Does that count? 

Come on, turn off that computer and get to living this summer. 

Be sure to take a copy of Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends up to the apricot tree with a cool glass of sun tea. 

Blessings!

Marty

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EBBY’S TWO BEST FRIENDS

Ebby and I have two friends.  One young, one, hmmm (it’s all relative).  One is from California, one from Colorado, a male and a female.  Waudell Maple, Brother Mapes, is a 76-year-old hospice chaplain who was my youth director many years ago.  Ashlee is a ten-year-old student.  Brother Mapes said to use Ashlee’s picture.  “She’s much prettier than this ole man.” 

Brother Mapes takes Ebby, AKA Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends, to hospice patients and their families while they wait for the inevitable.  He also passes him out at Starbucks (St. Arbucks) for an ice breaker to open up a discussion about Jesus.  He takes him everywhere he goes.  “But he has to ride in the back seat.” 

Ashlee reads “Mud Pies,” from Ebby when she’s sad, “and that makes me laugh.”  Ashlee laughs more than most as she waits patiently for a family to call her own.  You can see she has that twinkle in her eye.  It seems to say, “I know God has something up His sleeve.” 

Brother Mapes has taken some nasty falls.  It sounds like he’s pretty bunged up, but I’ve checked and his sense of humor is intact.   From his latest e-mail:  “Did you tell me the name of a nursing home you have reserved a room in? I may be looking for one.  Don’t need Depends yet, just a wheelchair.  Sheesh!” 

Please pray for Ashlee and Brother Mapes.  Pray they keep laughing and making everyone around them laugh. 

Blessings!

Marty

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FRIENDS

Denise and I had a great evening over calamari and nonstop chatter. 

Her recent trip to Oregon, our coming up trip to Antelope Valley Writers’ Conference

Her book, my book. 

Her husband the collector, my husband who sprayed tonic water all over the kitchen–and we wondered why we stuck to the floor. 

Her children and grandchildren, my children and grandchildren. 

Her God and my God.  The same Person. 

The Writer

The Writer

She finds something good almost everywhere she goes.  Then she writes about it.

While you’re waiting for Denise’s book to come out, check out mine, Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends, Musings on Life, Scripture and the Hymns.  Barnes and Noble will be glad to order it for you. Amazon or I will send it right to your door. Probably B&N will too.

Before you finish Ebenezer, you Fresnans, pick up a copy of Salt Fresno and read Denise’s article, “Easter’s At My House.”  Next issue, Denise will interview our new mayor, Ashley Swearingen. 

Blessings.

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GREEN CHILE STEW AND FUN

Wonder what I can do with this stuff.  Maybe these girls with know

Wonder what I can do with this stuff.

Maybe these girls know

She means business

She means business

This honey is married to precious
This honey is married to precious
Every Mexican meal needs a little Brit!
Every Mexican meal needs a little Brit!
Do they get their hair done at the same place?
Do they get their hair done at the same place?
See, I can cook!
See, I can cook!

We all had fun at New Hope Community Church on March 11, 2009, Women’s Bible Study group.  We enjoyed green chile stew, pinto beans and sopaipillas!  Yum.

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