End of the Week

 

I survived the week of VBS with three year olds. By Friday we were down to a managable dozen. My daughter is a super teacher and all the children just love her. 

Our bible verse was Jesus is the Light and those creative snack ladies made a cupcake inside an ice cream cone to look like a flashlight. It took me over five minutes to convince the class to take a bite. They thought the frosting was cheese.

Yesterday was a rainbow gummy over blue jello for a verse that I have forgotten. We were afraid to try this too. Luckily there was 1/2 a banana too. 

Eating bananas and the marshmellows on top. 

Our music teacher

My daughter, the child pied piper.  She is very low key and everyone talked about how much calmer the preschoolers were this year. 

We practiced for the show tonight. We also practiced at the end of the day with the other classes. By then 3 classmates were in the back of the church with me, refusing to walk up the aisle. 2 more started crying during the song. We are not performers.  I did not attend the presentation and carnival tonight. Vacation Bible School wore me out! 

Tomorrow I am going to a Taylor Swift concert! It is not really Taylor Swift but we are just as excited as if it was! It is at a minor league baseball complex and Gramma has sprung for seats on the raised deck with a table with an umbrella and wait staff who will bring us lemonades. It is by the rail and the younger ladies can still dance. My daughter, youngest granddaughter and her friend are going.  I even have a Taylor Swift outfit. It's a t-shirt that says "I am in my Gramma Era". 

VBS

This is the week I am spending with twenty four 3 year olds at Vacation Bible School.  

We are learning that Jesus is the light and taking turns going to the potty. 

Sometimes we color.  The theme is Illumination and that decorations are as over the top as usual.  

We get a little scared in the hallway but our classroom does not have the same lighting which makes us happier. 

I will try to catch up when we finish the week.  

You may notice the giant white hoses. The entire air conditioning system at the church died last week. They have rented a temporary system that does not quite reach our classroom. 

I can't believe how creative these folks are - this constructed from a bucket, a pool noodle and balloons. 

Random

Since I can't seem to post on any sort of schedule or theme, I thought this post could be a list of random events and photos. 

Big in my life, but no one elses - I chopped off my hair. Well, actually I went to a professional.

No after photo since I am not sure how I feel about it yet. 

My daughter and I made a last ditch trip to the Amish greenhouses after birds and animals dug up her newly planted perennials. 

No luck at our first farm. 

And nothing but tomatoes and peppers left. 

We did stop at the Mennonite grocery for meats and cheeses so it wasn't a wasted trip.  

My daughter dropped me off at my church office where I saw six clients in one day, mostly my age. Don't tell me the economy is improving. 

Good news and food porn.  I went to our area amusement park with two grandsons and their dad. I hestitated on renewing my pass in the fall because I wasn't sure I felt up to all the walking in the sun anymore. I am happy to report I was there for over 5 hours, walked almost four miles and was fine.  We also have meal passes. 

This is a "hot honey chicken biscuit" and was the reason the grandsons wanted to go. 

My son and I got the breakfast sandwich. Everything came with a ridiculous amount of tater tots. I did eat the sandwich which I am sure was over my sodium allowance for the day. 

I ordered three sides for lunch, the chicken dumplings (which are like tiny noodles but delicious), fried potatoes and fruit. My grandson saw it and said, oh, that is what I meant to order. 

So I traded for the steak, fried potatoes (covered in salt) and salty biscuit.  I only ate the steak.  It was good, but not as good as the chicken dumplings (which I am sure are loaded with sodium too). 

Mr Merry is having a rough summer with sciatica and busitis so I doubt he will be making anymore visits. 

We have four grandchildren playing baseball this summer altough one broke his foot the first week and isn't actually released to play yet. 

A steam locomotive traveled by my area and I got to spend an afternoon in a lawn chair by the cemetary's fence where my husband thought he could get a good view.

My oldest son took a break from his volunteer job restoring a different steam locomotive at a railroad museum nearby to join us.

A photo of me from 1975 with short hair. This is my reminder that it will grow . . . 

A Fire Truck

I know we are all having a busy summer and I know I am overwhelmed at the moment.  I have ideas for posts - just hard to find the time. Here is one about a fire truck. 

 In 1913 or 1914 my town bought it's first fire truck. They were pretty darn proud of it at the time.  

This photo was taken up on Main Street - maybe a celebration or parade. 

And here is Engine 1 on the right in front of the "old" fire station which still exists today (empty). 

According to my research Engine 1 was declared redundant and put up for sealed bid on June 27, 1943.  The newspapers don't list the buyer, but apparently it was a gentleman about an hour or two south of us who put it in a building and there it sat. 

His family recently approached a person who I think plans to run for mayor (not my choice but anyway) who facilitated the purchase for a private organization in town.  It was brought to town a week or so ago with great fanfare. 

I missed most of this part of the story and thought my husband was just taking me to watch it go down the street. Otherwise I would worn something besides stretched out old jeans and a t-shirt and maybe combed by hair. Since that didn't happen I spend the afternoon stepping away from home and newspaper photographers.  They did get one photo in a crowd, recognizable by my distinctive purse. 

The owner made sure to find the largest trailer possible to transport Engine 1 so the banner would stand out. 

It's hard to tell, but the condition of this 114 year old fire truck is pretty darn good in my opinion.  (and don't go by the year on the banner - I think it is the year they ordered it). 

They backed it into the old fire station. 

Strong young firemen push it off the trailer. They did not hear about the arrival until shortly before it pulled in. They are friends (and relatives) of my kids and were chatting afterwards. And then were buzzed to a real fire call and missed the photos. How everyone else knew (like my husband) I am not sure.

Important people posing with the fire truck. 

My important people posing with the fire truck. Look at Mimi (that is a joke since no one is looking at me). 

My middle son and husband pose by the fire truck. 

All kinds of people checking out the fire truck. 

They have started a fund raising campaign for $200,000 to restore the fire truck. This seems optimistic to me.  Meanwhile I was under the understanding that the old firestation will be converted to offices and meeting space in the very near future.  I am guessing that Engine 1 will be relocated soon, probably with a smaller trailer.