With all the terrors in the world these days—ISIS warriors, deadly Ebola, even random assaults by crazy shooters in public places—having a washer on the blink seems pretty tame. But it’s still a BIG aggravating nuisance! It messes up our lives, and we’re chomping at the bit until it’s fixed, right?

Our eleven-year-old washer balked a couple Saturdays ago—wouldn’t spin the water out of a dark load no matter how much I jiggled the dial. Finally, I fished each soggy piece out of the water, carried it in a pan to the kitchen sink, and tried my best to wring it out. Remember those old roller wringers attached to the machines that your mom or grandmother used way back when? I definitely have a new appreciation for those ancient devices!

I draped all our dripping clothes in the bathrooms, and we called our friendly repairman. He came out on Monday, replaced the dial, and drained the water from the tub. That was great! EXCEPT our washer still made a terrible racket when the tub began to spin! Our fellow said he would order a new drive basket.

Several days later, he returned to operate on the appliance. He tipped over the machine, removed all the “innards,” and replaced the worn part. After reassembling the machine, he turned it on. I held my breath. Would you believe all that clanging and banging was even WORSE!

Our would-be hero seemed as perplexed and frustrated as we were! This experienced fellow has a great reputation, and he also guarantees all his work. Frowning and muttering to himself, he left to reexamine our washer’s diagrams on his computer. In the meantime, I implored a friend to please let me do a load of laundry at her house—“just enough to tide us over,” I said. (No pun intended!) She graciously complied with my request.

Another long weekend passed and our friendly repairman reappeared this morning. “I think our problems are over,” he announced, grinning from ear to ear.

“I sure do hope so,” I said.

After working for twenty minutes, he turned on the machine. NO clanging! NO banging! HOORAY!

“The metal plate under the basket had slipped out of position when I tipped over the washer,” he said. “That’s what was causing all that shimmying and racket! I have it back in place now, and you’re all set.”

I paid him—he added no extra charges for all his trips back and forth and his extra time to solve the problem. I appreciated that and gave him a bonus.

As soon as he left, I turned on the machine, added detergent, and watched the tub begin to fill. Then I added my first load of laundry in over a week. Our beautiful machine hummed through every cycle with nary a peep!

Happiness is definitely a washer that WORKS!

Today I’d like to introduce you to my dear friend and fellow writer, Mary May Larmoyeux. I met Mary at Arkansas Writers’ Conference a number of years ago, and both being former teachers, we hit it off right away. Mary writes for Family Life magazine and is the author of Help for Busy Moms: Purposeful Living to Simplify Life. Now she and special education teacher Nancy Downing have published a new book about how we can develop closer relationships with our grandchildren.

Is There Anything Better Than Love?

by Mary May Larmoyeux

A few years ago, when one of my granddaughters and her little brother spent the weekend, we made a cake together. When the kids’ parents came over for lunch the next day, they remarked that the cake was especially good. Our little granddaughter cocked her head. “Know why?” she asked her dad. “Why?” he said. “I poured the cake mix in with all of my love. The goodness you taste is my love.”

Love—there’s nothing better, is there?

And distance doesn’t stop true love … especially for a grandparent.

Maybe you’re a grandparent like me with grandkids who live nearby and far away. Or perhaps you’re a parent who longs for your kids to be connected with their grandparents.

Nancy Downing, who has been named a USA Today Teacher of the Year, and I just published a new eBook,The Grandparent Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild’s Heart. Madelyn invited me to tell you about it. (Thanks, Maddie!)

Organized by month, it’s a handy reference that both Nancy and I personally use. Here are a few ideas for the month of January:

  • Give your grandchild some new mittens/gloves—in his favorite color. Buy a pair in the same color for yourself. Periodically email or text your grandchild and say, “Today’s our blue mitten day.” Have a picture taken of yourself wearing the special mittens and send it to your grandchild.
  • Enlarge a picture of you with your grandchild; have it laminated (at the local print shop or at a teacher supply store), and then cut it into pieces. You now have your own special puzzle for a young grandchild.
  • Begin the year by sharing at least one family story with your grandchild. You might want to record this, print it on the computer, email it, etc. The important thing is to capture family stories so they won’t be lost.
  • Write a letter to your grandchild on her birthday (include pictures).
  • Purchase a Bible and record the dates when you pray special verses for your grandchild. You may want to include important dates in your legacy’s childhood. Keep a list of special ways that God has answered your prayers for your grandchild.

The Grandparent Connection eBook is available on Amazon, and the hard copy of the book can be ordered from http://www.legacyconnection.org.

If you are a grandparent, what is one thing that you’ve done to connect with your grandkids? If you are a parent of young children, how are you helping them connect?

In this fast-paced, high-tech world, it’s always fun to discover a new, unfamiliar use for some old, tried-and-true product. It’s like saying, “Bring on your new gadgets. This old stuff can be just as amazing!”

For the past two weeks, I’ve been dealing with a stubborn rash on my right shin. It began as an itchy patch about the size of a half dollar several inches above my foot. Gradually, the patch spread to be three to four inches in diameter. I’ve tried several over-the-counter medicines to counteract the itching and dry up the rash, but nothing has worked.

Finally, on Friday I called Robin’s dermatologist’s office. They couldn’t see me until October 21—over three weeks away—so I resigned myself to continue using my Caladryl Lotion and hoping for the best.

However, a friend suggested I call the doctor’s office again on Monday to see if they might have a cancellation. “You really need to see what this is,” she said. “Especially, since you’ve had this before.” She was right—I had the same kind of outbreak last year. That one lasted a couple months, and I finally wore it out before I could keep my appointment.

Yesterday I called, and they told me I could come in to their Village office about 10:15. Hooray! When the dermatologist PA took a look at me, she diagnosed it as Stasis Dermatitis, and she prescribed a new potent ointment for me to use. “I want you to apply the ointment on the rash tonight, cover it with a thick moisturizer, and then wrap Saran Wrap around your leg.”

“Saran Wrap?”

She smiled. “Yes, that’ll give the ointment a kick-start. I want you to do that for the next three nights. After that you can use the ointment without the wrap twice a day, and I want to see you again in two weeks.”

Last night I followed her directions, wondering if the Saran Wrap would even stay on my leg during the night. But it did! It clung to my leg like a second skin, and this morning I carefully peeled it off, washed my leg, and applied new ointment.

Now I’m happy to report this unusual new use for a kitchen product that’s been around forever—good old familiar Saran Wrap!  Who’d have ever thunk it?

Several weeks ago, Robin and I purchased a new mattress set. We’d been talking for years about needing one—it always takes us a while to get revved up to make a big change! But we screwed up our courage, grabbed our credit card, and headed out to do a little shopping.

At the store, our friendly salesman told us everything we ever wanted to know about mattress construction—how companies had changed in recent years from using inner springs to using foam. We lay on various mattresses to test their comfort, and finally, we selected a wonderful new king-sized set and arranged for its delivery.

Our new mattress is about three inches deeper than our old one, so some of our fitted sheets won’t work anymore. But we do have two sets we can use, and we now have a brand new set—one different from any others we have ever owned. These king-sized sheets are made from 40 percent bamboo fiber and 60 percent microfiber!

Their regular retail price was $249.99—way more than I would ever pay—but I found them online at a discount site for $34. That’s right! Only $34! I laughed and told Robin, “At that price, I figure we can take a chance and see what two-hundred-fifty-dollar sheets are like.”

They arrived last week, I washed them several days ago, and last night we slept on them for the first time. Would you believe that bamboo sheets could actually feel super soft and silky smooth? Well, they do! We drifted away on a “bamboo cloud” and enjoyed every minute!


Peas, Peas, Peas

In Views from an Empty Nest, you may remember I wrote a little tale extolling the many glorious attributes of “The Perfect Pea.” Robin and I love pink-eyed purple hull peas! Every summer we do all we can to find them and put them up for the winter.

We don’t have room in Hot Springs Village to grow purple hulls, so Robin usually lines up a local source from which to purchase two or three bushels. However, this year, due to the cool, rainy weather, our friendly farmer had barely enough purple hulls for his own family, he said. It looked like we’d be out of luck

Then we were invited to a 50th wedding anniversary of friends back in Tupelo, and Robin had an idea. He called his sister, who lives about 20 miles south of Tupelo, to see if she could scout us out any peas in Mississippi. Carolyn called back and said she had found a fellow who had some—he was selling them already shelled for $16 a gallon bag, and there were two bags to a bushel.

Wow! We were so excited! “Go ahead and pick up six of those, and we’ll pay you for them,” Robin said. So on Saturday afternoon, before the anniversary celebration that evening, we made a quick trip down to Hatley to give Carolyn a “thank-you” hug and gather our precious cargo.

Robin’s sister proudly opened her refrigerator. There were the twelve gallon bags of peas she had for us! Holy moly! She had misunderstood and thought Robin meant for her to get us six BUSHELS of peas instead of six BAGS!

After catching our breath, we all laughed and laughed! Then Robin and I paid her for all of them. That was quite a chunk of change, but we figured we could sell some of the gallons to friends back home.

We had brought one ice chest with us, but Jesse, Carolyn’s husband, loaned us another one, and we loaded our twelve gallon bags of peas into the two coolers and covered them with ice. When we returned to the motel in Tupelo, we were able to store seven bags in the small refrigerator in our room, and we left the other bags in the cooler, adding more ice to keep them fresh through the night.

The next day we made it back to the Village with no problems, and then we began washing, blanching, and freezing. It took us two more days to put up the eight gallons we kept after selling four to one of Robin’s golfing buddies. But we still ended up with fifty pint packs and three quart packs, so we were thrilled!

Now we’re all set for many delicious meals of purple hulls, fried okra, cabbage slaw, grilled pork chops, hot cornbread, and maybe even some homegrown tomatoes to go along with them. Yum!

We were back in Tupelo last Saturday, helping our dear friends, Dan and Frances Brasfield, celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. And this Friday, August 8, Robin and I will celebrate 56 years together. Doesn’t seem possible! Those are a lot of years to hang with one fellow!  : )

Life is strange, though. Sometimes our saddest times are mixed right in with our happiest times. This weekend we’ll be bidding farewell to two other dear friends– Sherry Barefield and Dottie Montgomery.

In 1956, Sherry and I graduated together from Byrd High School in Shreveport, Louisiana. Later, during the 1960s, Sherry and her husband, Woodie, and Robin and I all attended the same little neighborhood church, John Calvin Presbyterian Church. The four of us and our young children were active members there. However, Robin and I moved to Tupelo, Mississippi, in 1971, and we didn’t see the Barefields again until we moved to Hot Springs Village in 2003.

One day soon after we arrived, Robin was playing golf with a new group, and the guys had played several holes before Robin and Woodie even recognized one another. They were talking about once living in Shreveport, and Woodie said, “Yeah, and you went to John Calvin Presbyterian Church!” They both laughed, and that was the beginning of eleven more years of great times together.

Several months ago, Sherry discovered she had ovarian cancer, and she slipped away from us on July 17. Her memorial service will be at Presbyterian Kirk in the Pines this Saturday morning on August 9, and we will be there with all her friends to say “farewell” but to also celebrate her life.

My other dear friend is Dottie Montgomery who will be leaving, too, but who is moving to be closer to her family. Dottie has been my “role model” at the Kirk—actively serving others well into her eighties, singing in the choir, and sharing her time and talents with so many in our church and community. Our congregation will honor her with a special cake during the coffee hour after the worship service this Sunday, August 10.

So celebrations and farewells– all mixed together this weekend. Tonight I am thankful for many happy memories.


Yesterday, we returned from a wonderful get-together with 62 of our extended family in Tupelo. However, while we were there, we also saw firsthand the terrible tornado damage the town suffered this spring. We were shocked! Our old neighborhood was a mess with hundreds of huge oaks uprooted, tall pines broken off, roofs everywhere covered with blue tarps, and several churches, hotels, and restaurants severely damaged. One place really caught our eye!

Our young friends, Jane and Karl Hansberger, own the franchise to Steak Escape, a small restaurant on Gloster Street. It was completely demolished! Before leaving town this week, we dropped by Baskin Robbins, the other store the Hansbergers operate, to see how our friends were doing. We were so thankful to find them both okay, but Karl told us a harrowing story.

About 2:40 on Monday afternoon, April 28, no customers were in Steak Escape, but Karl and one of his employees were still working. Suddenly, darkness enveloped them, and he heard and saw  an electric transformer out front explode. They ducked into the men’s restroom in the back of the store. The walls around them were shaking and bulging, he said, and when the roar stopped, he had to shove the door hard to push it open.

The rest of the place was gone! Karl’s car outside had all the windows blown out, and it was covered with dents from the flying debris. Somehow, he managed to drive it out to Baskin Robbins at the mall to let Jane know he was okay.

The Baskin Robbins store wasn’t hurt, but they were without electricity for four days, so they lost all their refrigerated items, including dozens of Mother’s Day cakes they had already baked. It was quite a blow for the two of them! Fortunately, insurance covered most of their losses, but they are still dealing with the paper work. They don’t plan to renew their Steak Escape franchise. They’ll just work at Baskin Robbins. They do have a great business there. In fact, they said they’d baked almost 400 cakes for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day since the tornado!

Jane was a high school student at Belden in Lee County when Robin was principal there in the 1970s, and Robin was like a mentor to her. The two have remained close friends, and Jane continues to send him a birthday card every year. She calls Robin her “adopted dad.”

Now we hope our “adopted daughter” and her husband will have a safe and happy summer!


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