Saturday Memories

I had a restless night, and woke up late this morning. Took me several seconds to get oriented to what day of the week it is. Lots of people say that not being in their regular routine makes one day seem like all the others.

Anyway, I got to thinking about Saturdays as I was growing up. Saturday was chore day. Mom took care of the week’s laundry down in the basement. It was a lot more work then. Wringer washer, no dryer. In good weather, she could hang things outside. In not-so-good weather, there were lines in the basement for hanging the wet clothes. It was also the time of mixing her own starch, blue and pleasant-smelling, for Dad’s white shirts. As things dried, she took them down, sprinkled from a coke bottle filled with water and corked with a gadget that had holes in it. She rolled the clothes up, put them in her plastic ironing bag, and zipped it shut. In hot weather, the bag went into the fridge. We didn’t have the conveniences of wrinkle-free fabrics back then. We learned to iron pillow cases, handkerchiefs, and all our own clothes when Mom felt we were capable of handling a hot iron. I always enjoyed the smell the heat of the iron released from the clean clothing.

While all that was going on downstairs, my sister and I were cleaning. We had it divided up, and switched off every other week. I don’t remember the details now, but it seems that the one who did the floors also cleaned the bathroom. The other did the dusting (lots of woodwork back then) and the general picking up, putting away, and taking out the trash. I hated dusting. Still do. Boring and futile.

Our tools: Dust mop, carpet sweeper, rags, furniture polish, cleanser. We didn’t have a vacuum until later, but that carpet sweeper did a good job.

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Once the chores were finished, we were free to go outdoors, or, if the weather was bad, to stay in and read, play games, listen to music, or maybe bake a batch of cookies or some other dessert. Mom rested on Saturday afternoons. She worked full time at a bank in downtown Minneapolis, and she treasured her Saturdays.

Saturday night was bath-and-hair-washing night. Afterward, Mom would set our hair by making tight pin curls anchored with Bobbie pins. The result the next day was a Shirley Temple look, but parted down the middle, no bangs. I remember asking her if I could start doing my own hair when I was around eight years old. There were some disasters along the way, but at least I didn’t have that awful headful of fuzzy curls any more!

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In our pre-teens and early teens, we wore long pony tails. Everyone did 🙂

Well, it’s just the two of us now, going on 51 years together. No little kids to help with household tasks. Saturdays are not organized the way they were when I was growing up, or even when our kids were still at home. It’s a relaxing day, though, now that we’re finished with extracurricular school activities and such. And right now, it seems like any other day. I’m hearing different predictions: The lockdown ends May 1; no, June 1; no, depends on statistics; no, partial lifting of suggested restrictions. Bottom line: No one really knows for sure.

I noticed a post on Facebook this morning about old-fashioned Depression-style cooking. I’ll probably take a look, but I grew up with a mother who grew up during the Depression. I already know how to cook inexpensive, hearty food. I know how to substitute one ingredient for another; and how to make meat-free meals that really do fill you up. Nothing new, is there?

Happy Saturday to you, however you spend it 🙂

Saturday Already?

I woke up around 2 a.m., attended to what woke me up. Crawled back into bed, realized quickly that sleep was not going to come easily. Struggled to get comfy, turned on my bedside lamp and opened my book. Right now I’m reading A View Across the Rooftops by Suzanne Kelman. It’s a story about the Nazi occupation of Holland, their brutal extinction of the Jews in Amsterdam, and the end of WWII. It’s not an easy story to read, but it is well worth the effort.

I found I was becoming more and more restless, however, and finally had to get up around 4 a.m. I have restless leg syndrome, and it’s usually under good control due to the advice I received on Facebook from many friends. But this time? Not any relief. I finally resorted to an excellent standby–veterinarian horse liniment! The old gray mare is feeling less jumpy 🙂

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I get mine at the tractor supply. My chiropractor suggested it some years ago, and it truly is helpful.

However, I’m awake now. Wide awake. It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’ve been awake since 3:30 or so, finally got up at 4 a.m. I wonder what the day will bring. Brain fog will set in early, I think!

Anyway, thinking about some things. I had a delightful day yesterday. It was what I’ve begun to call my Teaching Day at church. At 11 a.m. I have a women’s Bible study group. We had some new faces there yesterday. We had our first session in the book of Hebrews, and boy, am I ever loving it already! A friend suggested a book by Nancy Guthrie, Hoping for Something Better. I don’t usually like to teach from any book but the Bible, but this book is outstanding. I am definitely using the Bible as the main focus for study, but Guthrie has done an outstanding job of breaking down the book of Hebrews into clear and simple terms.

Yesterday, we looked at the theme of the book of Hebrews, established in chapter one, verse one: “God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets.” The very first word in the book is the theme of the book. God is the center of the whole Bible.

I’m blogging the book of John right now, and it’s very easy to tie it to the study in Hebrews. John is all about Jesus, the Son of God. Let me tell you, these studies are life-changing!

I go from the Bible study group to my homeschool co-op history class. A great bunch of young people, they are interested and they participate! Can you imagine, we actually have FUN in history class? Right now we’re looking at some of the ways God intervened in the efforts of the Pilgrims to leave Holland and journey for 66 storm-filled days in a ship that was approximately the length of a volleyball court. It was tossed in those storms like a cork, up one gigantic wave and down another. Seasickness was terrible and unavoidable. They didn’t have Dramamine back then 🙂 There are stories of the way God both took life and preserved life.

When the Mayflower finally dropped anchor near what is now Provincetown, the first thing they did was thank God for protecting them during that miserable voyage. Then they set about to write a short document about how a “civil body politic” could be governed by rules agreed upon by all of them. The Mayflower Compact was the first written constitution, if you will, in the New World. It was about 150 years ahead of America’s Constitution.

I was curious about that wording, “body politic,” so of course I did some research. Simply stated, a “civil body politic” is a group of citizens acting together as a law making body.

Being a word nerd, I like to go to etymonline.com to learn the origin of words. Here’s the breakdown of the word politic: early 15c., “pertaining to public affairs,” from Middle French politique “political” (14c.) and directly from Latin politicus “of citizens or the state, civil, civic,” from Greek politikos “of citizens, pertaining to the state and its administration; pertaining to public life,” from polites “citizen,” from polis “city” (see polis). Replaced in most adjectival senses by political. From mid-15c. as “prudent, judicious.”

I wonder what those Pilgrims from 400 years ago would think of politics in America today. Probably not much. They prayed about everything, seeking God’s leading. Most of today’s politicians don’t spend a whole lot of time in prayer unless it makes them look good to their constituents. How do I know that? Well, people who walk with God and seek Him daily are not typified by lying.

Okay, that’s enough. I’m feeling a bit sleepy!

A Day of Rest

I’m so interested in what we’re studying in the book of John right now that I hesitate to leave it even for a day, never mind two! But I’ve had a rough couple of days, physically, and my body is aching and weary. I think I’m going back to bed in a little while, and that’s probably where I’ll spend most of my day.

Getting older comes with a whole host of physical challenges that I never even thought about before.

I hope you, also, are enjoying this study in John. I’ve read the book many times, but never to teach it on a verse-by-verse scale. It’s a huge blessing to me. Every word that Jesus speaks is purposeful and profound.

This is a challenge: Every word! So many of the words we speak are anything BUT purposeful and profound.

Now I realize that God does not expect us to go around with folded hands and long, sad faces. There is nothing wrong with laughter. After all, a merry heart does good like a medicine ( Prov. 17:22). We just need to make sure the things we’re laughing at are not inappropriate, and not hurtful to others.

“Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt” (Col. 4:6). This is certainly a challenge for me. I have a very fast mouth. That’s nothing to be proud of. When one has a fast mouth, things come pouring out that really ought not, need not, be said at all. Has it improved over time? Yes, I think so. I hope so. I’ll be so glad when I get to heaven and God gives me a new body, including a sanctified mind and mouth!

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Well, this has turned into a ramble that I wasn’t planning to write–but that’s okay. Sometimes I just have to start typing, and let God take over.

Saturday

This is a ramble. Saturdays are good for rambling.

We’ve had a horribly hot and humid week, but today we have our AC off and our windows open. I can hear birds, frogs, lawnmowers. I can even hear the breeze that’s moving the tree branches. Well, no, I can’t hear the breeze itself, but I can hear the leaves fluttering and brushing together. The air smells clean and sweet, and it’s a totally pleasant out there. A beautiful summer Saturday.

My mind goes back to summers in Portland, Oregon where we lived for five years from about 1955-60. It often rained a little in the morning, but then it would clear up and be warm, not hot. Very little humidity. We’d walk to the municipal swimming pool and spend the afternoon there, then walk back home. On the way, we could enjoy big fat blackberries that grew wild along the roadside. Back then, nobody worried about safety for kids walking over a mile just to go swimming. This was in the little town of Milwaukie, a suburb of Portland. It was a delightful place, and I was sorry when we moved into the city.

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There was so much to enjoy out there. The beach. The roses. The Rose Parade. Jantzen Beach, an amusement park. Just being able to be outdoors and not worry about mosquitos! And Mount Hood, too.

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That was a golden summer for me. I’ll never forget how much I loved it there.

I love it here, too. We live near Philadelphia, but you’d never know it. Lots of green, lots of trees and other vegetation. Rolling hills. It’s a beautiful drive to church every Sunday, and on Thursday morning when I go down to teach a Bible study class.

And then there’s Lancaster County, which is a beautiful place just to go for a drive:

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I am often reminded of I Timothy 6:17:

“Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.”

God didn’t need to make the earth beautiful. He could have just made it practical. Aren’t you glad for the beauty of the earth?

Home!

There really is no place like home.

Our flights were problem-free. We had wheelchair help arranged at each place, from check-in to baggage. What a wonderful help that was. You get taken to the front of the line, and everyone seems to be perfectly okay with that. All our helpers were polite, kind, and efficient.

It’s very hot here in our corner of PA. Supposed to be record-setting highs tomorrow, up to 100. Ugh. I’m missing the cool mornings and evenings near Oxford. We had wonderful weather the whole time we were there. This heat saps my energy. I’m looking around at all that needs to be done, and I don’t want to do any of it! We do have central air, which is a huge blessing, but there’s just something about the atmosphere that changes with that kind of heat.

I was just looking through Dan’s pictures, and this one made me hungry 🙂 This was the meal they prepared to celebrate our 50th anniversary. The rosemary was cut fresh from the garden. The aromas of the rosemary, meat, and veggies roasting was unbelievable. Sooooooo good!

I can’t remember if the Peacock Garden was at Blenheim or Warwick, but this photo perfectly captures the peacock in full display:

Josh, Victoria’s boyfriend, is from New Zealand. He certainly met a lot of us all at one time–not sure, maybe that’s not a good thing. Hope we didn’t scare him off 🙂

Ivan with his mom, Sheila.

You can see that when I get started posting everyone’s photos, it’s hard to stop. They all bring back such a good time.

Well. It’s good to be home, and we have memories of a lifetime with everyone who was there.

I’m hoping to get back to my regular blogging tomorrow with Sunday Morning Coffee, and then back to Ecclesiastes on Monday.

Catching Up

I haven’t posted since we went to Blenheim, a week ago today. Lots and lots has happened, and I can’t sort out what happened on what day, so I’m just going to hit the highlights, along with some photos. There were 15 of us, so we didn’t always go as one big group. When we could, we wandered to whatever grabbed our interest, and made a meeting place and time to re-gather.

We didn’t go to the most well-known Stonehedge, but a smaller one that is nearby.

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Avebury Stones
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Breakfast in an Oxford cafe that was the first room in which the professors gathered for counsel, back in 13–something 🙂
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Lots of sheep in Avebury. You needed to watch where you put your feet 🙂
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Salisbury Cathedral
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The Magna Carta is inside this structure, to protect it from vandalism and damaging sun rays.
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Lef to right, Ivan, Alayna, Kyle, outside Salisbury Cathedral
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Sheila got a good shot of the best-known Stonehenge made of blocks of fudge 🙂
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Ken is taking a turn pushing my chair just outside of Salisbury.

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Alayna (in chair) and Victoria
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We opted for the Thai restaurant. Giggling squid really didn’t appeal to most of us 🙂
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Alayna and Maria
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The whole crew. Photo was taken by Victoria’s friend Katerina
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Dan and Maria
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The Womping Tree, used in 2007 Harry Potter movie, grounds of Blenheim Palace


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Outside the back yard at Dan and Maria’s place
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Bunch of goobers pushing Granny up a very small hill 🙂
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My favorite rose, the yellow Tea Rose edged with pink. Love them.
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The rose gardens at Blenheim were a total delight
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This old woman kept showing up with our group. We finally decided to take her home with us 🙂



Katerina with Alayna and Victoria in the rose garden at Blenheim

There’s more, but this is getting too long already.

We fly out of Heathrow at 8:30 tomorrow morning, have a layover in Frankfurt, and then nonstop to Philly. I’m looking forward to being home, but I’m really going to miss all the people we’ve spent nearly two weeks with.

Special thanks to Mike, who has done the lion’s share of planning and has been a driver; also to Janan, who has taken on driving on the wrong side of the road and in the wrong side of the car 🙂 Thanks to Dan and Maria for housing everyone, and for helping to find a lovely place for Terry and me to stay at night. Almost everyone got involved in the cooking, which was SO good! On Sunday, they prepared a feast, literally, in celebration of Terry and me and of our 50th anniversary in June.

One evening, we all gathered around the piano and sang for maybe two hours, maybe longer. Ken even found a violin, and it was so good to hear him play. Sheila manned the piano, and she always does such a lovely job.

In Oxford, we came across a Baptist church that was open to viewing. At one point, Mike and Janan started singing. Connell, Kyle and I joined them, and we were caught on video by the little elderly man who was the welcoming committee. He was so pleased to have us there and listen to us. He gathered us all around when it was time to leave, and blessed with a heartfelt prayer on our journeys.

There’s more, but I think it’s past time for me to stop.

Thursday and Friday

Thursday, the 11th, I was feeling very tired. The plan for the day was London, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up. I’ve been relatively pain-free for the last couple of days, which is something I want to keep on doing. Anyway, Maria couldn’t go because she was working; Dan had some things to attend to, so I decided to spend the day at their place.

When they all got home, Ken told me I’d made a good decision. It would have been hard to get me on and off the subway (excuse me, underground) and I can’t move fast at all. Mike agreed, good choice for me to stay home. They went to the Tower Bridge, and then to see the crown jewels; after that, the British Museum. I have seen all that, so it was good to just chill. The only trouble is, I was reading; I’d pulled a cosy blanket up over me to my chin, and I fell asleep almost instantly. I slept for three hours. NEVER do I do that during the day, because if I do I can’t sleep at night.

So I was awake until somewhere around 3a.m., and that makes me a very unhappy camper for the rest of the day.

Once Maria got home, we had a quick supper, and then enjoyed a walk through the village where Dan and Maria live. Beautiful old houses, lots of flowers, lots of friendly people. They’re in a good place.

Today, the 12th, we drove up to Blenheim Palace, the home of Sir Winston Churchill. It’s a huge estate, acres and acres of woods, river, lake, gorgeous old trees. The palace itself is an amazing place.

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We took the audio-guided tour, in which you are given a headset and what looks like an iPhone. In the phone, there are taped descriptions and histories about the rooms and the furnishings. It was most interesting–lots of history I was mostly familiar with, and beautiful big portraits of family members for a very long time ago. I loved the tapestries that covered entire walls, all stitched by hand.

We also went out to the fountain garden, and then to the incredibly beautiful rose garden. I could have sat there among the flowers for a very long time. It was a gorgeous day, sunshine and clouds and a delightful breeze.

I enjoyed the rooms that were dedicated to Winston Churchill. Lots of interesting photos, pictures of him working on the paintings he loved to create, war history, and so one. For a history buff like me and many of the others in our group, it was a real treat.

We were hungry, so we trekked to a Chinese restaurant that took great care of us. Our group numbers 15, and of course everyone ordered something different. They took it all in stride, and we were pleasantly stuffed by the time we were finished.

The drive home, or a drive anywhere here, scares me to death. They drive on the wrong side 🙂 I have to force myself not to watch, because cars coming toward us always seem to be coming right at us. Very hard to get used to. But we stopped for some ice cream to have when we got home, so that was worth the trip. Right now, the younger part of the group is in the kitchen playing some kind of game. Judging from the noise level, I’d say they’re enjoying themselves. The rest of us are looking at all the pictures taken today, catching up on email and blogs ( :)) and just kind of winding down.

Took no naps today, and it’s deliciously cool outside. I plan to sleep very well tonight.

Sunday Through Wednesday Morning

We left home around 10:30 on Sunday morning.I had arranged with the airline to have transport (wheelchair) for both of us, because neither of us is good at walking a distance these day. The escorts who pushed our chairs were wonderful. They were kind, helpful, and completely pleasant. They took us right to the front of every line, and no one was upset or unhappy with that. We breezed right through TSA, and then they wheeled us through to our gate. It’s the first time I’d ever experienced that service, and it sure saved us time and a lot of pain not to have to walk all that way.

Our escorts left us in the seats designated for the handicapped, and told us they would return to help us board. Again, we were taken to the head of the line and right to our seats on our first flight.

When we landed in Toronto, we were again met by two delightful women who tended to us until we were in the right gate. But between the Toronto flight and the London flight, I lost my Kindle e-reader. My own fault. I had dropped into the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me, and totally forgot about it. We have a report in the Air Canada’s lost and found, but I really don’t have much hope It will be returned. I need to get in touch with Amazon and tell them not to accept any new orders. Also, I will file a claim with the airline. I’m not going to do that until we get home, though, because there’s an off chance that someone will turn it in to lost and found, and they have our mailing address.

We arrive at Heathrow around 8:30 a.m. Ken’s family came in around noon, and we all piled into a couple of vans and drove up to Oxford, and the village of Islip where Dan and Maria live It’s a wonderful little village, just like you read about in Agatha Christie mystery novels or Jane Austen’s books. Dan and Maria are enjoying their time here, wishing they could find a way to stay after Maria finishes her degree.

It was so much fun when we were all finally together in one place. Lots of hugs and joking and just enjoying each other. Two people to add to the mix: Katerina, who has been Victoria’s friend since they were six years olf; and Josh, who is Victoria’s boyfriend. He’s a very pleasant guy, and and great cook. He and Janan have done major food prep. Victoria likes to cook, too. And I find absolutely no stress in having the opportunity to sit back and let them do it without my participation.

On Tuesday, we went in to Oxford. What a cool place! Amazing artisanship in the old buildings. You can almost envision Harry Potter and his buddies scooting around on brooms 🙂

We went through the University of Oxford Museum of Natural History. You could spend all day, every day, looking at the amazing collections there, for at least a month and maybe more. They have lots of fossils from dinosaurs, which I’ve always found fascinating. The size of those animals is astonishing.

From there, we went to the Botanical Gardens in Oxford. Oh, my, how beautiful! There are all sorts of things, but I especially loved the rows of all kinds of flowers. They’re planted in thick rows, and walking between the rows tends to stir up the scents from the various blooms. I want to go back there before we leave and just spend a couple of hours–or more–enjoying the color, variety, and aroma. It’s a delightful place.

I stole some pictures from my daughter-in-law Janan, who posted them on her Facebook page. If they don’t show up here, you can find myt FB easily. On your FB, just search for Linda Fullmer Kreger.

I’m sure there will be more pics.

The days are already flying by so fast! My back is holding up fairly well, but is still recovering from all those hours in an airplane.

One of my favorite things is just to sit and listen to my family talking and laughing together. Memories that will never fade.

Our Car Story: aka God’s Goodness!

Word Press informed me this morning that I haven’t posted anything in TWO WHOLE DAYS! I guess it’s nice of them to track me that closely. Maybe. Not sure.

Anyway, I want to share with you how God has blessed us lately.

About two weeks ago, a huge thunderstorm rolled across my corner of Pennsylvania. I was at work in Coopersburg, had just finished with my last client of the day, when the hail started. The hail wasn’t gigantic, but it lasted for several minutes.

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Because the wind and rain were so heavy, I had already decided to wait until things settled down again before I drove home. So I stood at the window of my office and watched the hail pummel my dearly loved car. We’d gotten it in September 2018, not even a whole year ago. It was an ’09 model, but in very good condition. We got it for a song because, as the dealer told us, it was scheduled to be sent for auction the very next day. It’s a Cadillac. Imagine! We’ve never had such a classy car. Well, unless you count Terry’s 1964 GTO. Yeah, that was classy.

So now my beautiful Caddy has tons of dimples, concentrated on the trunk lid and the top of the car. When Terry contacted our insurance, he was told that the smartest thing to do would be to total it because it’s an older car and would cost more than it’s worth to repair the damage.

Total my car? NOOOooooo!!

Now, I’ve never been terribly attached to material possessions. They come and go, right? I admit to loving my teapots and my dolls, but they, too, are transitory. However, I am a woman of (usually) great common sense, and I knew we’d been given the most sensible advice.

Then they told us how much they would give us for the car.

My word! SO much more than we expected! I was amazed, and so was Terry. They didn’t base it on what we had actually paid for it, but on the real value of the car and the cost of replacing it. Thank You Lord, for this gift!

The search, then, started. Terry spent a lot of quality time with the computer, looking for a newer car that was within our reach because of the insurance payment. He’s a lot more patient than I am about doing that sort of thing.

Cutting right to the point, we now have a beautiful 2013 model in the garage. It’s a bit smaller than the Caddy (it’s a Ford Fusion Hybrid) but I’m already learning to enjoy the feel and the bells and whistles. First time we’ve had a car I can sync with my cell phone; or that has GPS installed, or shows you exactly where you are when you’re parking, backing out, etc.

Did we NEED such a nice car? No. But God has told us that He can and will supply our needs (John 14:13-14; Philippians 4:19). We prayed for His leading, and there is no doubt that He led us to the car He had chosen for us.

In I Timothy 6:17, we read that God has given us all things richly to enjoy. I believe it is a delight to the Father to give us what we need and even what we simply want. And He went way above and beyond on this one, for both the Cadillac and the Ford. He knew what was going to happen. The way was already there; we just had to find it.

We are thankful.