Uncle Bob's Coronation Service

Last Thursday Paul and I went to Delaware for my Uncle Bob's funeral.  It was a wonderful tribute to his life. Many memories were shared along with laughter and tears. He really was one of a kind.

Someone set up a website at Zion Bible College for his former students to share their "Memories of Dr. Lundstrom." They are in the process of being printed off; several of them were brought to the funeral. They eventually will all be contained in a notebook and given to my aunt. So many funny and wonderful stories.

It was good to see family again. I know seeing family and friends made the day a little bit easier for my Aunt Ettie.

Throwback Thursday - Uncle Bob

Uncle Bob and Ettie, Christmas 1958, in their first pastorate, Norwich, CT

This past Sunday, July 22, 2012, my Uncle Bob Lundstrom went to be with the Lord. He was 80 years old. He was married to my Aunt Esther (Ettie).

We will be going to Delaware on Thursday for his funeral. He was a unique individual, one of a kind. I will always remember him for his total devotion to and focus on his service to God. It was his life.

I'm sure on Sunday he heard, "Well done, good and faithful servant; thou has been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord." Mt. 25:23.

Throwback Thursday - Learning to ride

A week or so ago Mark and I were walking around the circle while Mason rode Marley's old little two-wheel bike. We walked by one of the neighbors' house. She was sitting with some other neighbors on her front lawn. We got talking with them about riding bikes, and Mark told her that her son Billy was the one who taught him to ride his bike.

I actually found this picture. It was the Spring of 1980; Mark was about 5 1/2 years old. He had gotten this bike for Christmas. Believe it or not (most of you who know us will believe it) that bike is still in the cellar so, in a few years, someone will be teaching Mason to ride it. Maybe Billy's son?

Bogus Emails from me

Someone has sent Emails to my contacts with a link in the body. The subject is empty. They look like they came from me. Don't click on the link. Please delete the Email. I have no idea who did this or how.

Sorry,

Deb

Professional pictures of Mason batting

I wish I could take credit for taking these pictures, but I can't. On Wednesday night Mark and Mason were at Forest Park. They go there sometimes and either watch the baseball games or play on the field if there are no games.

On this particular night a game of teenage boys had just ended and Mark was pitching to Mason. A little crowd had gathered around watching, amazed that such a little kid could hit the ball so well. Mark knows just how to pitch to him so that he hits it. With me, on the other hand, he doesn't hit so well because I can't pitch to him, especially overhand.

So...a professional photographer who had just finished photographing the game walked by and started taking pictures of Mason. After he had finished, he gave Mark his card with his personal e-mail on the back, and told Mark to e-mail him and he would send him the pictures.

These are the pictures that he sent. I can't believe how wonderful they are. I wish I could take pictures like that. Mason said "He had a BIG camera." How lucky for us that this photographer just happened to walk by at that time, and how nice of him to send them to Mark!

Throwback Thursday - Little boys and baseball

I babysat for Mason this afternoon. It was a hot afternoon and I couldn't believe he didn't want to go under the sprinkler or in the little pool. I'm used to Marley. Even at her age, she still gets in that little pool. At Mason's age, she would stay in there for hours. Mason, on the other hand, wants to play sports.

This afternoon we played frisbee, badmitton, corn hole, and baseball. I think, at the present time, baseball is his favorite. He insists that I pitch overhand, which I really stink at. He doesn't care. He will play for as long as you will.

As I was thinking about what to post for this week's Throwback Thursday, I came across the picture above of Paul and his Uncle George. Paul was about 3 or 4.

Then I went searching for a picture of Mark.



The back of the picture says June 1981 so he was almost 7. Mark definitely loved sports, which is why, I'm sure at this point, Mason loves sports so much.



So.....as Dot would say, "It's in the family." Kristen told Marley a little while ago, "We're going to be going to a lot of sports games."

Woo Hoo!

Can I brag a little?



Congratulations Mark! Your hard work paid off.

Throwback Thursday - July 4th at the Newbert's

The year was 1995. It was July 4th and we were at our friends' house. They live on the July 4th parade route in East Longmeadow. For years they had a big gang at their house every 4th of July.

I remember the year they started it. Chris and I were doing Prims together (a 7-8 year old girls' club at our church). Kristen was not yet in Prims; I think she was about 5 or 6 at the most.

They had this get-together at least until my kids were in college so...yes, years. We would have to get there by 9 or so in the morning, before they shut off their road. After the parade was over, we would start getting the food ready. Everyone would bring enough meat to grill for their family and then something to share, a salad type thing and/or dessert. There was always TONS of food. We usually left in time to go to the fireworks in Springfield on the way home. For a few years the next door neighbors put on quite a firework show.

Then it started to get too big, or we all started to get too old - one or the other! Ha. Now their grandchildren get to enjoy it.

Good memories.

Happy July 4th!

As many of you know, Paul and I have been doing some genealogy research lately and I had wanted to take a picture of a Revolutionary War veteran's grave today. One person that I came across, on my mother's father's side, was William Higgins II. The problem is...I can't find where he is buried. Some places say Easton, MA., and others say Chesterfield. I am going to have to do some more digging. I did find the information above though.

So...instead, Paul and I went to Malden, MA to check on Capt. John Wayte's gravestone. He was the first one in the Wait (my father's) family to come to America. He came from England in 1638.

He landed in Charlestown, and eventually moved to Malden, MA. He died in 1693 and is buried in the Bell Rock Cemetery. This is his gravestone. It is amazing to me that a gravestone from 1693 is still intact.



This plaque is at the front of the cemetery. It is hard to read in this picture, but it is a list of all the Revolutionary War veterans buried here.



Happy Birthday America!