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Time Flies By…and rambles (good ones, of course)

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

Emily brought it to our attention yesterday that one year ago today, we ran off to Oregon to see Grandpa who was doing poorly. Then in June we went out there for a tour. In November, Mom and Joe went out there again because Grandpa was truly dying. Then on November 17, Grandpa left this world.

Time goes by so fast. You can’t do anything to slow it down.

Ephesians 5:15-16 See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.

What then should you do? Consider the foremost commandment:

Mark 10:28-31 Then one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, perceiving that He had answered them well, asked Him, “Which is the first commandment of all?”
Jesus answered him, “The first of all the commandments is: ‘Hear, O Israel, the LORD our God, the LORD is one. And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.”

I suppose love is a good place to start then. Love God, love others. What does it mean to love God?

John 14:15 “If you love Me, keep My commandments.

Think love isn’t a big deal? Check this out:

1 John 4:7-11 Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.

and…

1 Peter 4:7-9 But the end of all things is at hand; therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers. And above all things have fervent love for one another, for “love will cover a multitude of sins.” Be hospitable to one another without grumbling. As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.

Hey…if love covers a multitude of sins, I say everybody could use more loving! ;) If you love God, you will do what He says. If He says to love your neighbor, you will. If you love your neighbor, you will be looking out for his better interest above yours. If you love your neighbor, you won’t be focussing on yourself. If you love your neighbor, you can look past his faults to see a creation of God’s who needs the Truth, no matter if the Truth seems harsh.

John 14:6 Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”

For instance, if your neighbor was about to be run over by a speeding car, but he was talking to you and you didn’t want to interrupt him because that would be rude, he would soon be run over by the truth of that speeding car. Truth isn’t always easy. In fact, it’s rarely easy. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t share the Truth.

Ephesians 4:9-16 And He Himself gave some to be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, and some pastors and teachers, for the equipping of the saints for the work of ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ, till we all come to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a perfect man, to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ; that we should no longer be children, tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in the cunning craftiness of deceitful plotting, but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ—from whom the whole body, joined and knit together by what every joint supplies, according to the effective working by which every part does its share, causes growth of the body for the edifying of itself in love.

How about some “truth in love” in action?

Jude 22, 23 And on some have compassion, making a distinction; but others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire, hating even the garment defiled by the flesh.

James 5:19, 20 Brethren, if anyone among you wanders from the truth, and someone turns him back, let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way will save a soul from death and cover a multitude of sins.

Annnd…I don’t know if I really have a point, other than use your time wisely: love God and love others.

A man with a gift for helping

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

A few days ago, Mom called and told me a lady from the Oregonian was going to write a feature article on her dad, and wanted to interview her. Evidently, they do a feature article each week on people who have made a difference in the community. The lady interviewed Mom, Grandma Kathy, Aunt Laurie, and I’m not sure who else. And here’s the article, to prove I wasn’t just bragging about him…everything I’ve said about Grandpa is true!

A man with a gift for helping

Sunday, January 11, 2009
JOAN HARVEY
The Oregonian Staff

Glenn Lambert was a fixer. When he wasn’t advising people about how to fix their homes, he was helping them do it or he was on his hands and knees doing the job himself. And when people needed help repairing their lives, he did that, too.

Glenn owned Division Hardware on Southeast 37th and Division Street. The store is an anachronism in this day of behemoth, impersonal emporiums; Glenn ran the kind of friendly neighborhood business that we usually glimpse only on old episodes of “The Andy Griffith Show.”

He knew the neighborhood, knew the needs of its old Craftsman-style houses, knew his customers. He knew how to fix just about any plumbing, electrical or carpentry problem. But when he was stumped, he had a long list of reliable people he could call.

He had a special talent for finding one solution for several people’s problems. If a customer needed something that cost too much, Glenn gave him credit. If the customer couldn’t pay him back, then he could pay him back in labor, often at Glenn’s church or for another customer who needed help. His manipulations were legendary in the community.

In the mid-1980s, he gave 11-year-old Chris Mueller credit to buy, at cost, a Greenbrier lawn mower. Mueller, now a well-known photographer who credits Glenn with introducing him to creative initiative, paid Glenn back in installments from his earnings.

Whenever Glenn had extra pallets, he chopped them up for a woman for winter firewood. A fellow parishioner lost his job; Glenn found him a position in his shop, and he’s still there, 20 years later.

Often, Glenn made quiet arrangements with contractors, so that a strapped customer never knew the entire bill. When he found young people with talent or interest, he mentored them, often finding small projects and part-time jobs, recommending them to other businesses.

A Chinese-speaking woman brought her small boy into the store to translate her plumbing problems. After a few visits, she came in alone; she and Glenn worked in the back, with Glenn laying out the pipes on the floor to show her what had to be done. Even though she didn’t speak English and he didn’t speak Chinese, she managed to replumb her house.

No job was too small. Glenn cut glass, threaded pipes and made keys. Sometimes a customer would come in to buy, say, a new faucet; Glenn would tell him how to fix the old one instead.

There was always free popcorn.

Glenn was a gregarious, talkative guy, never one to hold back an opinion. And he always had an opinion. When customers heard, “Let me tell you about this . . .” they knew they were about to hear all about it.

Glenn didn’t expect to go into the hardware business. He was raised in a railroad family, and during the Depression the family lived in an old boxcar the company supplied.

He was a sickly child, missing a lot of school, and was the apple of his mother’s eye. His father rose up the ladder in the railroad. By the time the family moved to Portland, Glenn was a strapping boy who played football for Benson Polytechnic High School. He graduated from Pacific University and seemed headed for the ministry. He married his childhood sweetheart and earned a master’s of divinity from Boston University.

He took a series of jobs in Christian education but in California became disillusioned with church politics and looked for a new career. He sold books to libraries and schools for a while and fashioned himself a bookmobile.

Tired of traveling, he returned to Portland, took a job in the store and was able to buy it in 1973.

At one time, he had a second store in Clackamas. But in 1986, tragedy struck. His oldest son, Larry, was killed by a hit-and-run driver while standing next to his motorcycle. Glenn never got over the loss or the bitterness he felt that the killer was never found. He sold the second store, which had been intended for Larry to take over. The next year, his wife, who had been ill most of her life, died.

Kathy Peterson had come into the store earlier, looking for help with a plumbing problem in the 1920s house she had just bought in the neighborhood. Typically, when Glenn realized she couldn’t do the job herself, he went out and took care of it.

A romance developed, and they married in 1988. Glenn changed his church affiliation to her Immanuel Lutheran and became active in it. They started a family of two boys — a second, much later family for Glenn. In 1989, Kathy and both his daughters from his first marriage were pregnant.

Glenn was a big neighborhood booster, active in the Optimists and the Ross Island Early Risers.

He worked hard six days a week. He inevitably fell asleep in his easy chair while watching television, and it became a family joke; his sons have a gallery of photographs of him snoring away.

He loved to cook and loved to eat, especially Chinese food. Every Thursday, he arrived at the store at 5 a.m. to unload delivery trucks. By 7 a.m., the chore done, he treated the crew to breakfast at Tom’s Restaurant.

He had the respect and love of many people. But most of all, he had two good marriages and a strong, close family. He adored Kathy.

His health declined rapidly, and he died Nov. 17, 2008, in Hopewell House, with his family around him. He was looking Kathy straight in the eyes when he died.

Joan Harvey: 503-221-4355; joanharvey@news.oregonian.com


Note: Larry, my uncle, was suspected to be killed by a hit-and-run driver, but was actually riding his motorcycle, not standing by.

“Homesick”

Saturday, December 13th, 2008

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.

It has been almost five weeks since Grandpa’s exit to Life.

Homesick
Mercy Me

You’re in a better place, I’ve heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I’ve rejoiced for you
But the reason why I’m broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don’t understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I’ll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I’m still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I’ll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow

I’ve never been more homesick than now

Everyone was glad Mom and Joe went. Everyone was also glad to have them back.

Dad, Ben, Elle Janie, and I ended up going; we left on the 19th, sometime after 8pm. We left at night, so the baby would sleep! Which she did; she actually did very good.

Our kind dentist loaned us a Buick Park Avenue, a few years old but awfully nice. Mom didn’t think Dad would take Dr. Wagner up on his offer, but the dentist phrased it somewhat like this (I wasn’t there to get the exact words, but I guess this is a paraphrase!):
Dr. Wagner: I have this car that really misses Portland.
Dad: Oh ok, you need it dropped off?
Dr. Wagner: No, it wants to come home after a few days.

Well, it was a really nice car and we took it. It had so many bells and whistles that I’d never heard of! The windshield sensed rain and turned the wipers on automatically. There was a head’s up display that showed the mph on the windshield. It was really comfy. Anyway, the dentist wasn’t joking. As soon as we got into Oregon, the windshield wipers started going enthusiastically! All by themselves. It was funny!

When we got into town we went to Grandma Kathy’s. Aunt Laurie was looking through pictures because they were making poster boards with pictures of Grandpa on them. Joe let me look through pictures he had on his camera. Here’s some from the two and a half weeks he was there without us (minus the food pictures, which will come another time!):

Grandma Kathy
Grandma Kathy in the hospice

Joe
Joe while driving

John and Paul
Paul (left) and John

Mom
Mom

River
A very picturesque picture of the river to which I added a few effects

Night

Nighttime

Papa
Papa making Mom and Joe breakfast

birdhouse
Joe’s reflection (I thought it was picturesque!) in a birdhouse hubcap…birdhouses were made out of different things; this one was made out of VW Bug parts


Mom (right, in the blue skirt) and Aunt Laurie doing puzzles in the hospice

John and Paul
Paul (left) and John

Looking at pictures
Left to right: Joe, Gramma Kathy, Mom, Aunt Laurie looking at the pictures for the posters

We had lunch at Grandma Kathy’s, and looked through pictures and stuff.

Mom and Elle Janie
Mom and Elle Janie who was so glad to see Mom that…(see next picture)

Mom and Elle Janie
…she orbited around Mom! She kept her hand on Mom and walked around her in a circle for a long time, not letting go!

Dad
Dad rocking out with his acoustic guitar!

Dad and I
Dad and I

Looking at pictures
Dad, Aunt Laurie, Mom, Elle Janie, and Ben looking at pictures

Me
Me writing as always! This is what I was doing while they were looking at pictures

Later on went to Grammoo and Papa’s for dinner. We got there about six. Grammoo made us an awesome roast dinner, with all the milk we could drink. We (the six of us; Grammoo and Papa don’t drink milk) drank a whole gallon at the one dinner!

Dad read a few Pat McManus stories. He got a few Pat McManus books as a surprise for when we went hunting, then we didn’t go!

Friday we got up at 7…Grammoo made breakfast (hash browns, which Joe made; bacon AND sausage, and blueberry muffins). After breakfast, we left to the Mausoleum to see Grandpa interned.

We were the first at mausoleum (after thinking we were late, we were early!) so we waited for Grandma Kathy and family. Aunt Jeanie and Uncle Earl came too. Grandma Kathy’s dad (who I guess is our great-grandpa Peterson!…he was only three years older than Grandpa, actually) came and Grandma Kathy’s oldest and youngest sisters Karen and Paula (respectively). We realized they are our aunts!
Anyway. Once everyone came we went inside and stood in the entry way, then went and sat down in a little living room thing. After a while a man came with the urn, and we followed him out to the mausoleum.

The earliest date we saw was 1914. The walls and fronts where the caskets and urns went was marble. Some spaces were caskets in sideways; some were in longways, with their ‘head’ showing. Grandpa’s is in one of the longways places because Grandma Kathy wants to be in a casket, so she will be interned with him when she dies.

We followed the mausoleum man through the halls and to the elevator, then up a floor, and to the open crypt. The square marble slab was off. It reminds me of that one verse where Jesus compared the Pharisees to a white washed sepulcher. That’s what it was! The marble and brass and ornate finishings merely were decorations for the concealing of dead people. It was a weird thought.

The man put the urn gently in the cavity, and let us say words. Dad read the passage from 1 Thessalonians, and Grandpa Peterson told us about this song, something about seeing Jesus in people, and he said he saw Jesus in grandpa, there was no doubt. Then we all said the Lord’s Prayer, and kind of stood around. Grandma Kathy went around and hugged everyone. Then Mom asked the guy if we could see where her mom and brother were interned. Entombed? Encrypted?
Anyways. So he asked the desk and got directions and we saw their crypts. On another nearby wall were Grandpa’s folks, in caskets. We stood there for a while. I couldn’t help thinking of the state of the bodies. Grandpa’s parents were in the sideways caskets, so the bodies were there, whole, instead of ashes. I thought I should feel creeped out to be surrounded by dead bodies, even if they were behind marble, but I didn’t…but I thought if I were alone, at night, perhaps I would have been creeped out…especially if there was a creepy guy chasing me around! That would be scary!!

After looking for a bit, we left. Everyone except us, Aunt Jeanie, and Uncle Earl left; we talked to them, then they went home and we went to Grandma Kathy’s. We weren’t there very long, then we went to the church. When Leo got there (he is…a family friend) we practiced playing “In the Garden” which we were performing at the memorial service later on. Leo played a 12 string guitar; Joe and Dad played guitar, and I played piano. Leo had actually never played it before, the song, but he did great.

After practicing we hung out until the service.

Aunt Jeanie had reserved three pews for family, but we ended up using seven! Aunt Jeanie’s sister and brother and their spouses were there too (along with her unmarried older sister); and Grammoo and Papa, Uncle David, Aunt Fran, and Cody; and Uncle Pat, Aunt Laurie, Nick and Amanda came…we hadn’t seen them (besides Aunt Laurie) in forever! The service was really nice, and afterwards was a cookie reception.

Dad
Dad, the tall dark and handsome

Leo
Leo, who played guitar with us

Me
Me

Aunts
Left to Right, Aunt Karen, Aunt Paula, and Grandpa Peterson

Aunts
Left to Right: Mom, Aunt Laurie, Aunt Karen, Grandma Kathy, Aunt Paula

Nick and Amanda
My cousins Amanda and Nick

Uncle Hap
Uncle Hap (Grandpa’s brother’s wife’s sister’s husband)

Papa
Papa

After the reception was a private dinner, served at Grandma Kathy’s, so we went there. Some ladies they knew prepared an awesome chicken/broccoli casserole!

Grandpa Peterson
Grandpa Peterson, one of the neatest, Godliest men you could hope to know

Aunt Jo
Aunt Jo (Uncle Hap’s wife; she is Grandpa’s brother Earl’s wife Jeanie’s sister)

Aunt Paula
Aunt Paula holding pies

Ben
One of my very cool brothers…Ben!

Aunts and Uncles
Aunts and Uncles…left to right, Uncle Earl (Grandpa’s brother), Aunt Jeanie, Uncle Hap, Aunt Jo, Aunt Shirley (Aunt Jeanie’s oldest sister), and Aunt Verna and Uncle Harley

Uncle Harley
Uncle Harley

Aunt Verna
Aunt Verna

Relatives
Left to right, cousin Nick, Uncle Pat, Aunt Laurie, and Uncle Pat’s mom (Amanda had to go back home)

Paul
Paul

Aunt Jo and I
Aunt Jo and I (I’m really not taller than her!)

Aunt Jo and I
Aunt Jo and eeek who’s that face?!?

Me
Me

After that we went back to Grammoo and Papa’s. I had a hard time getting out the door…I was saying goodbye to Grandpa Peterson (who is only about my height!), and he was like “Here, I have to show you something!” after I’d hugged him. He dug around in his wallet…and pulled out a family picture of US! Joe had given it to him! He was tickled to learn he had twelve grandchildren he didn’t even know about! He started bragging on us (while I was there) to Aunt Karen, who’d already heard all of it. “They make their own knives and bullets, and play music…!” he was going on and on. He showed me also a laminated paper with his other grandchildrens’ names and birthdates on, and said Grandma Kathy would make him another one with our names and birthdates on it. He hadn’t even met the rest of the kids!

Finally I said I really had to go, otherwise my family would leave me behind! I even got called a social butterfly, which was a first, because I can be pretty anti-social! Maybe I was just acting…

Anyway, we were going to leave first thing in the morning, but it was late, and we didn’t feel like packing the van, so we decided to leave second thing in the morning…which turned out (after a big breakfast and a lot of packing) to be about 10:30 am!

We got home at 2 am…stayed up for half an hour telling some of the stories and stuff…then went to bed.


Here’s a final picture of Grandpa Peterson and Grandpa…and a funny story about Grandpa.

When we came in June, a lot of the times someone else and I would help Grandpa stand, as he had a little trouble having enough ‘ooph’ to get out of his chair. Sometimes he would be a little wobbly, and we’d hold him until his legs were strong enough to walk.
One time he was being wobbly after we helped him; kind of bending his knees and stuff.
“Are you ok?” we were asking him, rather worried.
“I’m just doing my exercises!” he said.

Grandpa and Grandpa Peterson
Grandpa Peterson and Grandpa…two of the best men I’ve ever known

Grandpa, Everything Is Changing Fast

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

For the last two weeks, Mom and Joe have been in Oregon with her dad (Grandpa; my other grandfather is Papa), who is dying. He’s why we visited in April, because we thought he was going to die then, too. Unfortunately, this time it is completely inevitable; his intestines and other various organs are dying slowly.

However, there is hope. He is a follower and disciple of Jesus Christ, and we will see him again, which makes the parting not quite so hard. There’s a really neat Mercy Me song called “Homesick”, and here’s the bridge:

In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I’ll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

If you could be praying for everyone involved and related to Grandpa, that would be very much appreciated. For the disciples of Christ, that they would be good witnesses…even though we have the hope of seeing Grandpa again, the parting is still sad. For the unbelievers, that they would realize they are lost and mortal and realize their need for a Savior.

For us, it’s been really strange not having Joe and Mom around (especially since this is the longest we’ve ever been away from them), and we miss them and they miss us. When Grandpa does die, Dad, Ben, and I will go for the funeral.

Anyways; prayers are very much appreciated all around, and I thought you might like to be updated on what’s going on.

Grandpa and family minus Grandma Kathy
Grandpa and his (living) children when we visited in June: Aunt Laurie (far right), Mom (far left), John (behind, left), and Paul (behind, right)

The title of the post is from a song called “Grandpa, Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days”.

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