Sunday, December 31
After enjoying the morning worship service at Brunswick Church of the Brethren – near Wales, Maine – we had our Maine Christmas meal and celebration at Mark and Diane’s house.
Dessert was a delicious cheese cake.
A slice displayed by Hannah
During the gift exchange, we learned that Nsimba likes peppermint candy canes.
Not sure what these two were looking at?
Playing “Now-You-Have-It-Now-You-Don’t” with items we brought.
After this we played the “Baby’s from the Bible” questionnaire that I made up for our Pennsylvania Christmas – then showed our family baby pictures where everyone tried to guess who they were.
I will show those pictures tomorrow night.
Saturday, December 30
We woke up to a frigid Maine morning – minus 21 degrees at the coldest.
I went outside after it had warmed a few degrees to capture a few photos.
A picnic at their outside table did not look inviting. (We were home only a few days when Diane sent us another picture of this table – after another foot of snow.)
The porch rocking chair did not look inviting either.
Nor could we talk anyone into grilling a meal for us.
Remember their beautiful raised garden boxes from this past summer. They are now mere lumps in the yard.
The beautiful bushes are now glistening under ice and snow.
It is no wonder we spent all day inside – visiting and playing games.
Diane taught us a new game – that we enjoyed – and played several times throughout the day.
Thursday, December 28
I almost missed these pictures – which should have come before our trip to Maine. After posting last night, I suddenly remembered these pictures in our cell phones.
Since Lydia recently moved to Pennsylvania, we wanted to visit where she works – in the kitchen of Lancaster General Hospital. Lydia, Diane, Abby, Anthony, Josiah, and Cerwin.
She gave us a time when we could meet her for lunch in the hospital cafeteria.
After lunch she gave us a peek into the very large kitchen.
Then I quickly took a picture of Diane with three of their six children – and their grandson.
She has had to be content with seeing their children in shifts this year. The two oldest (Elizabeth and Hannah) live near them in Maine, Josiah is an over-the-road truck driver, Abby and Lydia live near us in Pennsylvania, and Hezekiah lives in Tennessee.
Tomorrow night I will continue with our visit to Maine.
Friday, December 29
We left home early for our annual end-of-year drive to Maine to visit our family who moved there just over 31 years ago to help start a new church in the area of Brunswick.
It was a cloudy day, so we weren’t afforded a pretty sunrise.
This was our first drive across the newly finished northbound lanes of the Tappan Zee Bridge – which crosses the Hudson River in New York.
It amazes me that men and women can design and build bridges that span a three-mile wide river.
When leaving the rest stop near Darien, CT, where we stopped for breakfast, I noticed the lettering on this truck. It kind of tells me something about the heart of this truck driver.
Our traveling companion for this trip was our oldest daughter Diane, who came to Pennsylvania just before Christmas – with friends from their church who came to Pennsylvania for Christmas. She was here to enjoy time with their daughters Abby and Lydia, son-in-law, Nathaniel, and grandson Anthony. She also enjoyed spending time with their truck driver son, Josiah, who spent the week at our house.
Cerwin was driving under the medication of Motrin due to a very sore neck muscle. He thinks it happened when he helped to move a heavy object.
Diane introduced us to the music of Brackin and Lindsay Kirkland.
I especially enjoyed “It is Well” which was recorded in a silo.
You can listen to it here: https://www.bing.com/search?q=sounds+like+reign+&form=PRUSEN&mkt=en-us&httpsmsn=1&refig=f72ac2952a4c483488981c408b2dd6bf&sp=-1&pq=sounds+like+reign+&sc=8-18&qs=n&sk=&cvid=f72ac2952a4c483488981c408b2dd6bf
Go to the YouTube link for the song “It is Well” or any one of their songs.
The farther north we traveled, the more it looked like winter.
As we neared New Hampshire we got into a light wintry mix of snow.
We carefully passed Department of Transportation trucks that were putting sand on the highway.
They were in every lane – appropriately spaced so they didn’t block the interstate.
Usual scenery in Maine in the wintertime.
We were now off the interstate and on local roads heading toward their house.
I love the Maine countryside.
We got to their place about 4 p.m. – in time for a light supper. Mark was still on the road, but arrived home later in the evening.
I am always a bit surprised the first time I see a starling in its winter feathers, after having gotten used to seeing them in their spring, summer, and fall dress code of a purple/black metallic sheen.
They are a noisy bird.
They are not native to the United States. My bird books says they were brought to New York City – from Europe – in 1890.
Their bill is black in winter and yellow in summer.
Though they are a very common bird, I find them to be rather pretty.
They can be a pesky bird, but I enjoy all birds – when they aren’t chasing others away from our feeders.