Treat Your Neighbor

After worship, the congregation heads down to the fellowship hall to snack and chitchat with each other. One Sunday, I spotted some macaroons on a cookie tray, and greedily picked through the assortment to grab three of them. I hadn’t had a macaroon in years, and that one cookie got me thinking about growing up next to my neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins. After her husband passed, she would have me over for chocolate macaroons and to chat in her kitchen. We would talk about what I was learning in school, what activities I was involved in, how her strawberry rhubarb was growing in the backyard garden, and other pleasantries. It was a sweet exchange; macaroons for me, and company for her. 

Our other neighbors would buy wrapping paper and citrus fruit to support our school and club fundraisers, but my visits with Mrs. Jenkins were just different. 

Nowadays, I know my neighbor’s names, and I shoot the breeze with a few of them, but at Christmas, I take cookies door-to-door, because a sweet treat just might be the difference we need. 

Corps Memories

If you were asked what activities you participated in most outside of school as a child, what would you remember first? You’d probably remember what you spent the most time doing, and hopefully that was also what you enjoyed the most. 

In my elementary school years, playing games outside, 4-H, Saturday morning cartoons, and Nintendo occupied my free time.  My adolescent years were saturated with sports, riding my 10-speed around town, and playing for the fife and drum corps. No matter the day, I was active. 

I recently read in my hometown newspaper that the corps I marched with would soon be disbanded because of dwindling recruitment of both participants and volunteers. It’s sad to think that some things come to an end, despite how great they were or how many lives they touched. I can’t count the hours I spent practicing my fife and how to march in formation, or how many hours we spent on parade routes or in musters all over the northeast and beyond. We were a dedicated group, which is impressive for a bunch of tweens. But maybe that is even more impressive for the middle-aged. 

What can you say you do most outside of working hours now? If you’re a dedicated parent, your free time is limited, but finding ‘you time’ is invaluable. Do you carve out time for a hobby? Do you practice your talents? Do you focus on doing something that you love and is worth your while? 

I have often heard people say life gets in the way of doing what they love. 

That is absurd. 

We cannot allow ourselves to fall by the wayside. We need to dig deep and re-engage with our younger versions to find the dedication and motivation it takes to practice doing what makes us happy, and to live life to the fullest! 

Don’t let another great thing come to an end. Get out of your own way, and start living. 

Bangin’ Pots & Pans

As I pull out the noisemakers for the New Year’s Eve countdown, I’m reminded of my mom banging pots and pans on the front porch as the ball dropped, new year after new year. In elementary school, it was funny! In middle school, it was embarrassing. And in high school and beyond, we didn’t witness it because we were partying elsewhere. 

As I get older, I realize my mom was onto something, because life just isn’t as fun if you’re not looking forward to something or celebrating. And what better date to do those things than New Year’s Eve?! 

Celebrate! Bring the noise! Get excited! Bang some pots and pans! 

Happy New Year!