Falls Creek Memories

Oh, there is so much to tell you about this picture.  I posted this on Facebook today for very specific people, but I can't go into detail all I would like on Facebook so here are some little stories.  Thanks for indulging me.

I am the second from the right in this picture.

This is our church campers at Falls Creek.  I don't remember the exact year, but I am guessing I was in the 7th grade.  I remember that white skirt well; like it was yesterday.  I remember buying it with my own money that I earned from hoeing peanuts for $1 per hour.  Everything I earned went to buy clothes and things for Falls Creek.  Falls Creek was where you went to meet boys or tried to meet boys.  Okay, maybe there was more to Falls Creek than meeting boys, but boy howdy, there were a LOT of them.  That pleated skirt was one of the prettiest skirts I had EVER seen or will ever see.  As you can see, white skirts were 'IN' that year. 

Look how many of us had bows, tiny little velvet bows.  They, too, were 'IN' that year.  Oh, we were so cool.

Nine of us in that picture are related.  Can you pick them out?

Six of the others are related, but not related to the nine.

Four are the preacher's family.

One boy on the back row isn't related to anybody.

One girl isn't related to anybody either, but at the time she was the nicest girl I'd ever met.  She lived in California, but came back to visit her grandmother every summer.

I thought she was the coolest person ever!  After all, she was from California.

Look how thin my mom was back then; first adult on the left.

 If only this picture could talk.  I remember our KP duties.  I remember those women fixing our meals.  I remember all the beautiful music and services each morning and night.

This is such an important time in my life.  It truly is at my core being.

I love you. 

Before the Computer; I Actually Had a Life

Good evening.  I am just setting here with heavy eyes.  I need to go to bed although it is just now 9:30.  Early even for me.


I've been thinking.  I think I spend too much time on the computer, especially wasting time on Facebook.  Totally a waste of time, but I seem to be addicted.  I am trying to stay away, but I seem to be drawn to it like a moth to a flame.


I wonder what I did before Facebook.  It is hard for me to remember.  I have been sucked up into the internet world and frankly I don't like it even though I am on the computer all the time.  I might have been more productive before I was sucked in.  Maybe I...................


Maybe I:


Read a book; a real book; one where I have flip the pages.


Polished my nails.


Played with my children.


Read my kids a bedtime story.


Worked outside late into the evening in the summer.


Fixed something delicious to take to work the next day.


Went to bed earlier.


Wrote a letter to my mother-in-law.


Went to Braum's.


Took a night class.


Read a magazine.


Went for a walk.


Ironed.


Called my mom.


Yes, I can remember myself before I became addicted and I want that life back.  The only one that is going to make that happen is me.  I will have to be the one to change.  Here's hoping that the only internet interaction I will have is with this blog and checking my emails.  Can it be done?  We will have to wait and see.  Maybe I can cut down Facebook time to once a month or even once a week.


Aw.............before the computer.  I actually had a life.


This is a nothing little post.  I just wanted to hear my head rattle.


I love you.