5:50 you were on the road again!

Packed and ready to take a trip to NY. Big city women are venturing off into the deep of vacation life. Enjoy yourselves, I say! Don't forget to write? That means little, in this interconnected world. Momentary movements are documented by these young people. I don't mind a little distance for a week. Just make sure you come back safe! A loving mommy has her heart with you on your travels. Bye, Girls!

"My One Vice!" I caught myself saying

We were at the tennis courts and it was perfectly right for you to break out in huge laughter at that statement. I said, "Don't bring the tennis balls out in the "ReStore" bag, I don't like it". My ragtag tennis paraphernalia is a sore-spot for me.

When racquets were wood, it was my lot to play with a warped, old one. I played with Amy's college, throwaways and other odd racquets, as long as they could fit my hand and had strings, for the most part. I have never gotten to choose a new racquet for my delightful play times. I know my hand fits certain grips and doesn't fit others. I fantasize of hitting with different string weights, but to carry the practice balls in a scrappy bag is my "one vice", to have a hissy fit about.

Indeed, you know that I have a good many vices that I abhor but suffice it to say that the pride of my tennis paraphernalia is the one I wanted you to know about that day. Happy Tennis adventures for yourself. thanks for playing with me.

Brother graduates

Home again, Home again, jiggly jig!

I tried to FaceTime you this week.

Where were you?

Well, the election coverage had our conversation, this week. It is just awesome to get any conversation from these young men, you left me home with. It seems that they believe in either dominating the conversation or not having one. I am left to listen, until I get the gumption to jump in and argue my point for as long as they have ears to listen. I think that Walker men are loners at heart. Enoch and Ethan are becoming polarized in their perspectives and poor Ezra is becoming a henpecked fellow on every side.

In spite of this, we drew together on the election coverage and what we don't want. There are some new history books published about Abe Lincoln and Jimmy Stewart and we found a way to talk about how men are written about and will be depicted in the future. We decided that there is very little encouragement for men to be men. Everything they say is attacked as being sexist. We pray that they will find a voice of strength and direction, in spite of the special interest groups attacking them and crushing their every hero. Keep, at least one eye on the strengthening of the younger male siblings that God has given you!

I love you and miss you!

On Losing Nancy Reagan and finding the Reagan mystique!

I voted for Ronald Reagan, by faith. Faith that his influence would have some pull on the country away from abortion. That was my only connection. I was a cynic, but a believer in Christ who felt it my moral and civic responsibility to vote against abortion. It wasn't easy, but it seemed clear. I could never stomach the "white bread" movies that he was in. They seemed all against everything that I felt true and right, except on that one issue, abortion, we could touch and I could vote for him. Confession is good for the soul and I was and remain a "Reagan Republican". I still believe that he did what he could to stem the tide in that season.
 As a man,  I wasn't impressed at all, until...Last week I grew to stomach a little more of the Santa Fe Trail.   I knew he played Custer and I never could see him from behind the beauty and hypnotic ability of Errol Flynn.   This time, Errol paled in the background and I actually saw the mystical quality of that Reagan image that they captured in that movie.   How they each handled the enchantment of an Olivia DeHaviland was what interested me.   I loved what Reagan's face and eyes said that words couldn't say.
 The camera captured the beauty of chivalry that is long and lost to the American Way, which is at all costs grab and take what you want and grow to covet more.  Reagan's eyes said, I will keep this privilege of standing this close to you in my heart, as long as I live.   That is more beautiful than flowery words.  When Nancy died and they showed the photos of his real life love, it confirmed that beauty in my spirit. His eyes said that to her, in every photo.  She felt it and the world is a better place for having seen that kind of love, in real life. Don't miss reading about that love story! Barbara Stanwyck said in one of her movies to Fred Macmurray and it bears repeating, "with men like that in the world, there would be no bad girls left!"

5 hours there and 5 hours back, Home again home again jiggety jig!

Where is my baby? we are here on campus and I try to text and the campus has hoops to jump before you can connect. Oh my how long how long? 10 minutes seems an awful lot longer in cyber time than it used to. Ez and I kept trying to hack into an unhackable internet at the college, while dad uses his very able legs to do the same thing. Get to my baby. Finally 10 whole minutes later, I see her. The longest ten minutes in cybertime is waiting for my baby to come down from her room. I guess that I thought she would be at the door. She wasn't and I kissed her until we headed home...