“For, brethren, ye have been called unto Liberty for an occasion to the flesh but by love serve one another. For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."
As I’m writing this week, I have pallet shop noises as background music. A totally different setting. We are spending the next few days with our grandchildren in Dale, IL. Actually about a week and a half.
We arrived yesterday (Tuesday) noon. Plans are to leave for home (sweet home!) Friday, March 21.
When we came the weather was almost summer-like, but now it is cloudy, dreary, windy and the temperature is 37.
It rained hard way early. I really was hoping it wouldn't rain. They have so much mud down here.
And speaking of mud, grandson Willard had an experience. Or rather, he wasn't actually the one. It was their eight-year-old neighbor girl, Esther Bontrager.
Our grandchildren pick up their neighbors’ children to go to school.
When they got to school, Willard was in a hurry, they were running late due to not having turned the clocks forward.
Anyway, Willard, instead of driving around a mud puddle, he goes through it and gets stuck. Esther got off the pony wagon, lost a shoe and grabbed hold of the back of the wagon. About that time, Willard started to go, not knowing that she had hold of the back end.
Esther fell, PLOP, face down in the mud. Needless to say, she had to go to the neighbors to get cleaned up. Fortunately, the neighbor lady had a dress for her.
Monday on the home front, the weather was really nice. It was plenty windy, but still, I did laundry and hung everything outside. It was so nice to have it dried outside.
I really don’t mind hanging it up inside, but once it gets a little warmer, it is hard to go back to hanging it up inside.
It was so overwhelming for me to think of everything I might need while we’re gone. My pile kept growing and growing. I borrowed two “31” bags from daughter Rachel, filled our big suitcase, and a carry-on bag and still had to go to the attic and get another suitcase.
And then when we get too far to go back, I thought about it; I forgot Erwin’s hat! He will not go to church without his hat.
And you know what? You can’t go to Wal-Wart and buy an Amish hat!
Hopefully one of the grandsons will have an extra hat. There is an extra bonnet, but, no, that won’t work!
In closing: treat people as if they are what they ought to be and you will help them become what they are capable of being.
Here in Dale, the church lunch is a casserole lunch and I have to fix one for Sunday, so this is what I’m fixing.
Chicken and Rice Casserole
4 cups cooked rice (1½ cups uncooked)
4 cups cubed chicken breast (cooked)
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup flour
2 cups milk
12 oz. Velveeta cheese
1 1/2 Tbsp. chicken seasoning
3/4 tsp. seasoned salt
1/4 tsp. pepper
1/2 tsp. garlic salt
2 cups sour cream
Heat butter, flour, milk and cheese together, stirring constantly so it won’t burn. Then add rest of ingredients. Put in casserole and top with Ritz crackers or cornflakes. Cover to bake. Bake at 350 degrees for an hour or until thoroughly hot.