tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56267885081543242182024-03-29T08:02:20.986-03:00This and Thatanother place for a teacher to writeLoraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.comBlogger2119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-82472288108914324302024-03-23T20:00:00.025-03:002024-03-27T06:17:10.330-03:00Counting Blessings<p>after school visits with Mom and Dad</p><p>getting a hair cut</p><p>Ethan making plans to be home in time to watch Survivor with me</p><p>a field trip to the Sugar Camp with kindergarteners</p><p><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-11553766963120561292024-03-22T00:00:00.000-03:002024-03-27T06:17:31.022-03:00akr inspired | 690<p>Three things I can't live without -</p><div>1. heating pad for leg and feet</div><div><br /></div><div>2. lotion for dry hands</div><div><br /></div><div>3. toaster</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BNkQuLVBfzH/?taken-by=missamykr" target="_blank">@missamykr | Instagram | Project 1,2,3</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-85345370414182861652024-03-21T00:00:00.018-03:002024-03-24T23:39:56.673-03:00Quote | Reminders<div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>Although the objects themselves are no replacement for the people we ache for, they are reminders of the fact that those people were here, and they mattered and will be missed <i>- Mike Gayle, The Museum of Ordinary People</i></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://littlehouseontheridgebee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Little House on the Ridge</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-64280745383355150892024-03-20T23:00:00.003-03:002024-03-24T23:54:51.228-03:00akr inspired | 689The class was getting loud and I couldn't hear M answer questions about a book.<div><br /></div><div>I stepped away to get them settled, and when I returned, M said in a sweet voice,</div><div><blockquote>"Mrs. Druart, you know, if you were famous, all you would have to do is (putting finger to lips) and they would stop." </blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">I'm still giggling about that one.<br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Social Studies</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-88586083506451518062024-03-19T00:00:00.001-03:002024-03-24T23:20:23.869-03:00Stories from Home<p> In <b>A Father's Legacy</b> journal that I gave Dad in 1997, one page asks for a favorite poem.</p><p>Dad wrote the following -</p><p>"Don't worry in vain if an error you make</p><p>If you run you most oft get a fall</p><p>For the mortal who never makes any mistakes</p><p> is the one that does nothing at all."</p><p><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-43744078278822191002024-03-18T00:00:00.027-03:002024-03-27T06:26:04.333-03:00akr inspired | 688<p>Over the past year, there are things our family has done to stay in touch. </p><div>1. a texting group with the six cousins</div><div><br />2. girls' nights with Mom/Aunt Marina which has turned into Saturday thrifting trips as well</div><div><br />3. a private Facebook group with children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I highly recommend all of them.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BNkQuLVBfzH/?taken-by=missamykr" target="_blank">@missamykr | Instagram | Project 1,2,3</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-42866875595312298082024-03-17T00:00:00.020-03:002024-03-23T06:46:26.555-03:00Family Scrapbooks<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb1C9NYi9RfIn4GLOVxh0qErv-IZgIih3qTaDMWAVuSrnDDX-eNIICBKmmQBHSD2Do5544MNQteni0cyxOkVNL5Q8GbxbTsLorp93fRqK86odqM89zM9wxm5Y_mTW1qolXCEHCgapuXpvxxiONsU60rpB0LIGJJd3Jii-H4WOu-tC9AcPzA7SwaCP-RR9/s663/young%20Clarence%20and%20Carrie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="663" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb1C9NYi9RfIn4GLOVxh0qErv-IZgIih3qTaDMWAVuSrnDDX-eNIICBKmmQBHSD2Do5544MNQteni0cyxOkVNL5Q8GbxbTsLorp93fRqK86odqM89zM9wxm5Y_mTW1qolXCEHCgapuXpvxxiONsU60rpB0LIGJJd3Jii-H4WOu-tC9AcPzA7SwaCP-RR9/w640-h430/young%20Clarence%20and%20Carrie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clarence & Carrie (Lutes) Trites</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">- my grandparents -</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-83364037870922976782024-03-16T00:00:00.017-03:002024-03-23T06:31:10.167-03:00Counting Blessings<div>stacks of books</div><div><br /></div><div>a glass of milk</div><div><br /></div>old photographs<div><br /></div><div>sharing three good things with Sheila each day<div><br /></div><div>Amanda joining us in kindergarten for the day</div><div><br /></div><div>a Frenchys trip to <a href="https://www.amherst.ca/" target="_blank">Amherst</a> with Mom and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/kalikilea/" target="_blank">Kristi</a></div><div><br /></div></div><div> with more thrifting and lunch in <a href="https://sackville.com/" target="_blank">Sackville</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-82270608411415368352024-03-15T22:00:00.049-03:002024-03-23T06:18:46.440-03:00akr inspired | 687<p>When I stopped in for a visit after school, Dad had a piece of paper in his hand and said, "Do you have your hand control handy?" He was curious if my phone would bring up two interesting words that he already knew the meaning of and another that he had just heard in an old movie. </p><div>1. sloven</div><div><br />2. staddle</div><div><br />3. pixilated</div><div><br /></div><div>It took some searching to find as much as Dad knew about the words, and with Dad, there is always a wonderful story. Did you know a staddle, as Dad uses it, is something connected more with the Maritimes?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BNkQuLVBfzH/?taken-by=missamykr" target="_blank">@missamykr | Instagram | Project 1,2,3</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-9987467008067321282024-03-14T00:00:00.019-03:002024-03-23T06:34:10.181-03:00akr inspired | 686<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CyeW8z7uhaY/" target="_blank"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CyeW8z7uhaY/" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="1284" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CG4shv-E_yx3uplxtD7b_kcqq1KRawhto3jW3ljreTVZLwYB2Oxzxs9tOh6wp4W9hQMoQd_Sr-aJ56JI1trEiwLcdOhT9w6XwiR188An2AixiPx_SAhPJV8j2t46FP4RvZLhVNDPpbHrUwFWtVzNJ7UZvzpKgsAvOpERM-XIDmmFQAGfKctM1__XNQGK/w640-h522/IMG_E3381.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>For the fall semester, Eliza attended the</span><span> </span><a href="https://www.strath.ac.uk/studywithus/ourcampus/" target="_blank">University of Strathclyde</a><span> </span><span>in Glasgow, Scotland. </span><span>We are so grateful that God opened this door for Eliza. What an experience! </span><span>She was there with three</span><span> <a href="https://www.dal.ca/faculty/architecture-planning/school-of-architecture.html" target="_blank">Dalhousie</a> classmates who are also in the Masters program for Architecture.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">With photos and videos shared by them, I made an <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyqvx4xuaN1/" target="_blank">Instagram</a></span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyqvx4xuaN1/" style="text-align: justify;" target="_blank"><b>reel</b></a><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">to help save some memories. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">The above photo was taken by Douglas, a Scotland photographer. Kaden purchased a guitar from him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Geography</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-59477215466771712112024-03-13T00:00:00.030-03:002024-03-23T05:57:58.386-03:00Stories from Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhep938jXQubgLxz9dA7__Temn9OKmU-A1Y11Ipvki66nGRj2yJN0k8Ks18AqyPLWMrdNwBr_7qPtJS0YgpckjZPUf0P_THpraHs82Rw_EqJEZPOC9ouiQLcu8E7heyvdSGk7hHRyPNASuRC-67hGQgRICzgokt7rPh24IpuPh42mcmima3DxyQaQpu_Ie/s3000/IZPTE6432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="3000" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhep938jXQubgLxz9dA7__Temn9OKmU-A1Y11Ipvki66nGRj2yJN0k8Ks18AqyPLWMrdNwBr_7qPtJS0YgpckjZPUf0P_THpraHs82Rw_EqJEZPOC9ouiQLcu8E7heyvdSGk7hHRyPNASuRC-67hGQgRICzgokt7rPh24IpuPh42mcmima3DxyQaQpu_Ie/s320/IZPTE6432.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Mother and Dad bought their first home in 1912 for $500.</p><p>It was a typical story and a half with a sun porch.</p><p>It was heated by a wood stove in the kitchen and a Babe Burner coal stove in the next room. </p><p>There were windows in the door of the coal stove and you could see the coal burning. </p><p>There was a floor model radio in the same room. </p><p>It was my favorite room until 1947 when Dad built a new house next to Donald and Muriel.</p><p>- Dad</p><p><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-86870029277709632402024-03-12T06:15:00.000-03:002024-03-20T06:37:32.969-03:00Quote | Gratitude<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gratitude is the memory of the heart.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Jean Baptiste Massieu</span></i></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://littlehouseontheridgebee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Little House on the Ridge</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-69026440473128836092024-03-11T00:00:00.003-03:002024-03-20T06:37:20.844-03:00akr inspired | 685<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyqvx4xuaN1/" target="_blank"> </a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyqvx4xuaN1/" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="1170" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEp684vQf0qll9VDdEc0p-XD4BkqNqXUGSUEg_AqUMg10vGdHrb1l2EI3rMM4Crhm05IaaPbkwAFZHntb2BDnQ2l7wzHJCVgu6wrquNNQDOk5rXwcRLMCU9uTdoM1XNmYK6JdZpsDHrsvmYHcjTWrgAAFA-rjwBpRldKVDcRYe9e_DbX0ladx0gRn7ySEU/w480-h640/IMG_6865.JPG" width="480" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">- Scotland -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Geography</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-63038594793531913922024-03-10T00:00:00.021-04:002024-03-10T09:21:56.189-03:00Stories from Home<p>We had a bad snow storm.</p><p>Donald Lutes was older and David Lutes was younger than me.</p><p>Their father was overseas and their mother was expecting.</p><p>Dad knew the boys shouldn't walk home from school all alone.</p><p>(I'm not sure where I was that day. We were living with my grandparents.)</p><p>He went up to the school.</p><p>Through the storm, Dad carried David, while Donald walked beside him.</p><p>They went down Magnetic Hill, walked in the Charles Lutes Road, and then across to Elmer Lutes' on Ryan Road.</p><p>Their mother met them at the door, and she said,</p><p> "I wondered how the boys were going to get home."</p><p>Dad did stuff like that.</p><p>- Mom</p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-58599366604825377122024-03-09T00:00:00.034-04:002024-03-09T12:39:07.254-04:00Counting Blessings<p>a day for secondhand shopping and a little road trip with Mom</p><p>a <a href="https://ordinaryangels.movie/" target="_blank">movie</a> night with Karla</p><p>a <a href="https://guysfrenchys.com/new-brunswick-stores/" target="_blank">Buctouche</a> run with Ethan</p><p>a sea glass night with Yada friends</p><p> and then days at home to finish March Break</p><p> including a snow storm that lasted all day</p><p>facetime chats with Annie and Eliza</p><p>puttering</p><p>naps with Pearl</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-25160022873097221312024-03-08T00:00:00.020-04:002024-03-09T12:34:32.082-04:00akr inspired | 684<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyG3iaudnIvSMNeFn3H7ziiKdneAAS_FvGlVcmPaxCihxOOCgI1AV_CN86a37JL_UJipcbSAep-wGAxUyi9q0e1_0JtlxP-pkpIAkE2aT30oeNwFbz3d648JsM6fCa7pv3QUSGYcUDW9ETze_SxFc3I4KTmfXm6YqYwA9MoZ5vDw7l-QduhFXbPBCa0Jz/s3024/IMG_E2627.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyG3iaudnIvSMNeFn3H7ziiKdneAAS_FvGlVcmPaxCihxOOCgI1AV_CN86a37JL_UJipcbSAep-wGAxUyi9q0e1_0JtlxP-pkpIAkE2aT30oeNwFbz3d648JsM6fCa7pv3QUSGYcUDW9ETze_SxFc3I4KTmfXm6YqYwA9MoZ5vDw7l-QduhFXbPBCa0Jz/w400-h400/IMG_E2627.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">- the night before Eliza flew to Scotland for the fall semester -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Growing up, Dad would pray with us before we went to school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Moments like this with our children are so precious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Introduction</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-39679780785144303332024-03-07T00:00:00.002-04:002024-03-20T05:27:02.696-03:00Stories from Home<p>As a child, a nice summer day would be meeting school friends at the mill pond for a swim. </p><p>In the evening, I would play on the old hay wagon out back of the the machine shed. I would sing and pretend I was a singing cowgirl. </p><p>My dad was quite a singer and yodeled. You could hear him for miles. </p><p>I got so I could yodel as well. What a noise!</p><p>- Mom</p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-76394095540952565712024-03-06T00:00:00.015-04:002024-03-08T23:02:04.470-04:00akr inspired | 683<p>Three movies that we started watching and didn't finish -</p><div>1. The Holdovers</div><div><br />2. Maestro</div><div><br />3. Oppenheimer<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BNkQuLVBfzH/?taken-by=missamykr" target="_blank">@missamykr | Instagram | Project 1,2,3</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-18188570241607657582024-03-05T00:00:00.002-04:002024-03-06T19:14:27.107-04:00Family Scrapbooks<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DH9hwL8rlHlOf-REYsRyG_FNmQGCXOHo8x16jNf1FfVkqJeivzvGmlbsjC2vdNxSuU8Qz-GPmtSgRtzXk70GTvg6ZWmFf3DMYvxo9jIKablSBZF-S4EtwuWFcX8He_zxQ8wu2cuAJNuufbS8QfIYLugLukcaW5OIJh2CCzLzKBUrgLBor4aH-hRbziqJ/s2516/IMG_E8412.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2516" data-original-width="1757" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DH9hwL8rlHlOf-REYsRyG_FNmQGCXOHo8x16jNf1FfVkqJeivzvGmlbsjC2vdNxSuU8Qz-GPmtSgRtzXk70GTvg6ZWmFf3DMYvxo9jIKablSBZF-S4EtwuWFcX8He_zxQ8wu2cuAJNuufbS8QfIYLugLukcaW5OIJh2CCzLzKBUrgLBor4aH-hRbziqJ/w446-h640/IMG_E8412.JPG" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">- Dad -</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-71769545915626108382024-03-04T18:00:00.001-04:002024-03-08T23:01:24.029-04:00akr inspired | 682As we were driving around today, Mom said,<div><br /></div><div> "I wish my grandfather had known Cedric.</div><div><br /></div><div> He would have loved him."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | History</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-61322604094916978512024-03-03T00:00:00.002-04:002024-03-04T17:00:02.678-04:00akr inspired | 681<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://www.acaa.ca/landing/index" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="1080" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp87aDfgSwLEV8VTMvIHq6bfX71o4_4UbW4SLdgDh94gpjfHk8MgoV1xWtv_Hq4Ue3IlzX__GJxMRLbo37880kp67tqMW3m3OvizdO9akxBOfAfOA13g2NgUDoDkfWe9QAhMtLoZZOpe0tNpboF-IAZdWxMsZIJVCRCimTFyy_QMJbgqhbAKwoRuzBcSTp/w640-h336/IMG_4877.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><a href="https://www.acaa.ca/landing/index" target="_blank"><br /></a><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Health</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-24296379710617518462024-03-02T00:00:00.061-04:002024-03-09T12:35:28.843-04:00Counting Blessings<p>appetizers after school with last year's K crew</p><p>supper the next day with dear coworkers connecting again</p><p>a <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4DdhHjucgh/" target="_blank">trip</a> to <a href="https://www.tourismpei.com/" target="_blank">Prince Edward Island</a> with Jim and Pearl</p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pearl and I tagged along with Jim who had ACAA basketball in Charlottetown. While Jim was out for the evening, we enjoyed a lovely hotel room with no house work or school work with pizza delivery, a basketball game online, and an episode of Blue Bloods. In the morning, I met a friend for breakfast. We visited the Mission Thrift Store and stopped at a sweet little stop in Victoria-by-the-Sea. Then we headed to home-sweet-home. </span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-10395264853876685262024-03-01T00:00:00.002-04:002024-03-20T05:26:42.731-03:00Stories from Home<p>The highlight of my day was getting home from school. </p><p>I would lean my bike against the sun porch and smell bread or cookies.</p><p>If the boats were in, I'd go to the shore.</p><p>I'd check Dad's lunch pail. There was usually a piece of war cake.</p><p>Then I'd throw my bicycle in the back of the truck and go home with him. </p><p>- Dad</p><p><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-13376507770553049132023-07-31T00:00:00.027-03:002023-11-04T18:07:38.316-03:00akr inspired | 680<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdylyWHc90alz21AAZa74bVW7MWpbhV_wBmbptZKCXyYoLEZKUf5-JFi9WZFJ0-WTKcClDoMgtDRM8dsUumT18DHH8YLrqGOBxLOl2xfp1CRSDU6MVjMWcGtHit_-bZ-e2vKKQzJhfz5HqyfVodX51Ch2s0-xlac4aWrEZOCQel5ZtCyLv6QQHL4hwvUM1/s1645/Jim%20and%20Loralee%20backyard%20barn%20door%201993.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1645" data-original-width="1195" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdylyWHc90alz21AAZa74bVW7MWpbhV_wBmbptZKCXyYoLEZKUf5-JFi9WZFJ0-WTKcClDoMgtDRM8dsUumT18DHH8YLrqGOBxLOl2xfp1CRSDU6MVjMWcGtHit_-bZ-e2vKKQzJhfz5HqyfVodX51Ch2s0-xlac4aWrEZOCQel5ZtCyLv6QQHL4hwvUM1/w464-h640/Jim%20and%20Loralee%20backyard%20barn%20door%201993.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />thirty years ago<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Textbook | Math</a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626788508154324218.post-29408243626795496432023-07-30T00:00:00.038-03:002024-01-05T07:55:04.321-04:00akr inspired | 679 | Ww<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b>words</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>A few well-chosen words can stay with someone for a long time and provide a source of inspiration whenever they need it. - Author Unknown</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: left;">Since I was young, I've collected quotes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I used journals and then I started saving them on a <a href="https://littlehouseontheridgebee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> called<b> <a href="https://littlehouseontheridgebee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Little House on the Ridge</a>.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are words about life, faith, and learning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.whoisamy.com/" target="_blank">Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Loraleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.com0