Tuesday, August 7, 2012


July 28, 1948...was a very good year.
July 28, 2012...will be a very good year.
Queenie here was really treated like royalty!
What a joy to have King Ron, children, 
Spouses, sweeties..
Mother-in-law, and Mom
..and grandson, to celebrate with me!

Where has this life gone? 
James 4:14 says...It is even a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanishes away...
Psalm 39: 5 says... You, indeed, have made my days short in length, and my life span as nothing in Your sight. Yes, every mortal man is only vapor. 
Sooooooooooo......make each day count, whether you are blowing out 1 candle...

or a few too many candles....
Gotta love Ellen:
April 25, 2005|By Ellen Goodman
BOSTON - A few years ago, I faced one of those ethical quandaries that don't turn up in journalism class. My birthday was announced in the newspaper date book.
This was startling enough except for the fact that the paper had lopped about three years off the actual number.
What's a good journalist, let alone a good feminist, to do? Did I have a moral obligation to write a correction? Was it ethical to live with the error of their ways?
I never had to resolve this dilemma because apparently some college classmate outed me.
This brings me to the number of candles that now grace the cake of my life: 64.
By any normal account, this is a thoroughly unremarkable birthday. There are no zeroes to attract attention. Nor any fives, for that matter. Not even Medicare cares.
If anything, 64 is designated as the outermost edge of middle age, as if we were all going to live to be 128.
But it's unexpected numbers that have meant the most to me. I was struck by 29, because it was officially too late to be the youngest anything. I was hit upside the head at 36 because at 36 Mozart was already dead. I decided I'd rather be alive than be Mozart. I was startled by 58 because I had outlived my father. 'Nuff said.
This birthday, however, came humming into my mind. It's not the bureaucracy but the Beatles, not the near-senior status but the song, that imprinted 64 into my consciousness.
In 1967, when the members of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and I were all in our 20s, 64 was the impossibly distant and decrepit old age that raised the question: "Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"
Now I am just ahead of Paul McCartney himself in getting those "birthday greetings, bottle of wine." For me, at least, 64 feels less like a slippery slope toward slippers - "You can knit a sweater by the fireside" - than another adolescence, only without the acne and the hormones and the identity crisis. Usually.
It turns out that 64 is an out-of-body experience. I'm not just talking about cellulite and memory loss. The magazine articles that promise "Look Great At Any Age" don't count my age in their "any." I am not even eligible for Extreme Makeover - though with friends who have survived cancer, the idea of "elective surgery" sounds like tempting the gods.
As for the in-body experience, the goal of exercise is no longer to look buff in a tank top. It's to get the carry-on bag in the overhead bin. With luck, by 64, you finally have perspective on the 32-year-old who was so critical of herself. Ha. Do you really want to be miserable about the 64-year-old ripples and wrinkles that you will look back on with envy at 82? Fuggedabout it.
More to the point, 64 is a kind of adolescence because, in numbers that would shock our Beatle-crazed younger selves, we find ourselves asking, "What am I going to do with the rest of my life?" It doesn't actually matter that the "rest" is shorter than it was - we approach it with the same sense of curiosity. Or maybe it does matter that there is less of the rest: We better get on the case.
At 64 you can still buy green bananas. At 64 you can - and should - plant a tree. But you also better know that there's no time to waste. And better figure what is and isn't waste.
Anne Lamott once wrote that on the day she dies she wants to have dessert. I want to have chocolate. Dark chocolate. I don't have time to waste on milk chocolate. Or on resentment, or on regrets. At least not on good days.
You don't get to 64 without losses. Huge losses. So this adolescence is also about resilience in the face of loss and gratitude in the face of bounty.
At twentysomething, the Beatles sang a love-and-fear song. I wish I could have told the younger me what the older me knows about love and fear. At 64, I do have people who need me, feed me. And I have people I need, feed. Here's the funny part. It looks like - who knew? - these are my good old days. OK, my good and not-quite-yet-old days!


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Sunday, August 5, 2012


A stellar week in our front and back yard!
Harvesting the veggies is fun!
A little "Miracle Grow" did wonders!
Not a bad looking gardener, either!!! ♥ 
I've  learned that not everything grows as planned, kinda like life....things just happen, no matter how much we think we can!

Cucumbers were an EASY thing to grow!

'Maters are also thriving!
Mistakes happen, but it doesn't mean that they are failures, it just means that we are suppose to learn something from them!
Corn did not do as well as expected, but got enough to freeze a lot of bags!
I've also learned that if you neglect or ignore things, you not only run the risk of killing them off, but, at the very least, they will not thrive and live a healthy life. This is true for the important people in our lives. If we take them for granted by burying ourselves in work, or things, or other people, our relationships will not be healthy and happy and can certainly die as well
Jalapenos --thumbs up!
Gardening has also taught me to be more patient and to let things happen in their own time. You cannot rush nature’s rhythm and timing. A seed will only grow as fast as it can. Fruit and vegetables will only ripen when it is time for them to ripen. Trying to pressure them into being ready when they are not is futile.
Green peppers  YAY!
Gardening requires consistent care! One of the best ways to ensure failure in your garden is to provide it with inconsistent or non-existent care. How so? Give it lots of attention at first, and then ignore it for weeks at a time, like watering it deeply and then waiting for it to completely dry out before you water again.
What tips do you have? 
Comments welcomed!

Friday, June 22, 2012


June 22nd UPDATE.
How does my garden grow?
Whoaaaaa.....very fast!
green peppers


looks like Jack and the McCaslin bean stalk!


fig tree




top crop green beans

corn/green beans/squash

varies stages of front yard "Three Sisters Gardening"

Sunday, June 17, 2012


March 23, 1917- December 6, 2001

A servant of His Lord and Savior……..A loving husband of 54 years and devoted father of four daughters, Dad was, first, a dedicated servant to his Lord and Savior. He gave untold hours as a volunteer to numerous church and community outreach ministries, all of which were affirmations of his servant-like spirit, his desire to help others, and his commitment to lead others to Christ. A member of First Baptist Church, Roanoke, Va. since 1926, he served as a Deacon and Usher for many years. The ministries he so faithfully served included: bus ministry, tape ministry, Wednesday night activities, White Christmas baskets for the needy, banner ministry, collection committee, and XYZ group. Known as “Sarge,” he had a special place in his heart for young people, volunteering many years with the youth and choir programs.

A Servant of His Country and Community……During World War 11, Dad served with the Virginia Protective Force prior to entering the US Army. In Europe, he was in the US 3rd Army   where he was awarded five battle stars and a gold medal
  five battle stars and a gold medal from the French government for his service in the invasion of Normandy. Upon his discharge in 1945, he enlisted in the US Army Reserves and served for six years. Dad served the injured and sick for numerous years as a life member of the Roanoke Life Saving and First Aid Crew.

Known to many as SARGE....He loved life!
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy path. Proverbs 3: 5-7
an ordinary man.....

an ordinary life....

an extraordinary "twin" and brother...

and extraordinary husband...

an extra extra extra
extraordinary Father...

Now living with THE KING....

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Happy Mother's Day, Mom ♥

How many cares
does a mother's heart know--
How many joys
does a mother bestow?
How many heartwarming things
has she said--
How many tears
has she secretly shed?
How many smiles
has she given away--
How many kindnesses,
day after day?
How many dreams
has she had for another?
Nobody knows--
except for a mother.
Thank you, Mother,
for all your love
and for the way
you make life special
all year through.

Dorothy Louise Stanley Sharpley
Mary Lee Anderson Hamilton 


What a task!.... 
 I salute my Mom, and my Mother-in-law for passing the task with flying colors!  How blessed I am to have these two women still active, healthy, and lovingly involved in my life.  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

When I read the following verses from Proverbs 31, I am reminded of what the Bible tells us that  women should strive to accomplish. 

Who can find a virtuous and capable wife?
    She is more precious than rubies.
11 Her husband can trust her,
    and she will greatly enrich his life.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
    all the days of her life.
13 She finds wool and flax
    and busily spins it.
14 She is like a merchant’s ship,
    bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household
    and plan the day’s work for her servant girls.
16 She goes to inspect a field and buys it;
    with her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She is energetic and strong,
    a hard worker.
18 She makes sure her dealings are profitable;
    her lamp burns late into the night.
19 Her hands are busy spinning thread,
    her fingers twisting fiber.
20 She extends a helping hand to the poor
    and opens her arms to the needy.
21 She has no fear of winter for her household,
    for everyone has warm[c] clothes.
22 She makes her own bedspreads.
    She dresses in fine linen and purple gowns.
23 Her husband is well known at the city gates,
    where he sits with the other civic leaders.
24 She makes belted linen garments
    and sashes to sell to the merchants.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity,
    and she laughs without fear of the future.
26 When she speaks, her words are wise,
    and she gives instructions with kindness.
27 She carefully watches everything in her household
    and suffers nothing from laziness.
28 Her children stand and bless her.
    Her husband praises her:
29 “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world,
    but you surpass them all!”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last;
    but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised.
31 Reward her for all she has done.
    Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.

As for me......Oh Yes.......
I'm a Mother, too!
What an honor!
Lauren, Sarah, and Walter

Andrew, Stephanie, and Brian
and Landon

3 John 1:4   I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in TRUTH.

I love the Proverbs 31 daily devotions. A special lady sent this to me yesterday. What a powerful reminder! ----->  A Mother's Hand

H.A.P.P.Y   M.O.T.H.E.R.'S   D.A.Y

Monday, April 30, 2012

Old McSharpley had a farm.....

♫♪♫Old McSharpley had a farm ♫♪♫.....
♫♪♫♪ eee i eee i oh ♫♪♫...
♫♪♫And on his farm he grew..........

Well for now, it is lettuce, onions, radishes.......everything but the bacon!

And what a delicious salad these three items make! There is nothing like a hot wilted lettuce salad.

Recipe for Wilted Lettuce

This year we are trying a new technique...well new for us! It has been around for years. It is called the Three Sisters Garden. The garden area has been tilled. Oh yes.....this is in our FRONT YARD!

Today Farmer Ron planted CORN, SQUASH, and BEANS!
The idea behind the three sisters garden is  ...
" an ancient method of gardening using an intercropping system which grows corn, beans, and squash crops simultaneously in the same growing area that is typically a rounded mound of soil, often called a hill." Click here to learn more about this! ThreeSistersGarden
We are excited to see how this works!

Today, Ron also planted tomatoes, peppers, more beans, beets, turnips, cucumbers, basil.  Gracious! Farmer Ron is going to have to retire so that he will have time to work his garden!

We are also excited about our FIG TREE. Last year the deer and other littler varmints enjoyed this delicious delicacy. This year, we have netted the produce! (and the 22 is beside the back door!)

Would love to hear your suggestions!!! xoxox

PS. Hot out of the garden: