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Fourth Generation Wedding

0 comments Posted on 08/28/2009 at 12:30pm

Cyndi Holte Henderson (Rob and Susan's daughter and my
granddaughter) and Ken Henderson got married on my 61st birthday,
October 27th, 2007 on the beach north of Puerto Vallarta,
at San Francisco, Mexico. 

Second Generation Wedding

0 comments Posted on 08/28/2009 at 12:15pm

Jim and Jo's FIRST wedding (we've actually renewed our vows

3 times since, just to be sure) at Twin Lakes Forest Chapel,

Mammoth Lakes, California, December 23rd, 1988.

Third Generation Wedding

0 comments Posted on 08/28/2009 at 12:15pm

Rob and Susan Holte, my son and~since their
wedding~my "daughter". At Tamarack Lodge
on Twin Lakes, Mammoth Lakes, California
November, 1983.

Family Weddings ~ Four Generations

0 comments Posted on 08/28/2009 at 10:00am

I thought it would be fun to start this photo album

(which will continue to grow as time goes by)

with some wedding pictures since our family

is all about loving one another.

As I began gathering pictures, I realized that

I have wedding pictures from four generations.

Quite lovely for me . . .

The First Generation . . .
Keith and Arline Hardesty, my dad and mom, on their
wedding day at the Drake Hotel, In Chicago, Illinois
on March 26th, 1940. Not long thereafter, my dad
went off to war. He was a commissioned officer in the
U. S. Army in the European Theatre. Prior to this,
he was in the Illinois National Guard's Horse Drawn
Field Artillery.

Jim's and my FIRST wedding (we've actually renewed our vows

3 times since, just to be sure) at Twin Lakes Forest Chapel,

Mammoth Lakes, California, December 23rd, 1988.

Jesus was a storyteller

0 comments Posted on 07/18/2009 at 1:00pm

Have you ever considered the fact that Jesus taught His followers through the telling of stories—parables in the Biblical vernacular? Is it any wonder, then, that many of us still learn through truths skillfully woven into the fibers of a good story, or hidden in plain sight between the lines? Although this applies to both fact and fiction, for me, the latter is preferable. 

My dad was a great storyteller. My early years were filled with the music of his voice, and of his piano. I still hunger for those sounds. I still seek wisdom through stories. I still write with my dad's favorite music playing in the background.
How about you? 

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