There have been some trials in our lives in that last year.
Two of my nephew are suffering from the ravages of cancer.
One nephew has completed his chemo treatments for now, the markers where good at his last appointment. Praise the Lord. As he gets stronger we still have yet another nephew that has Leukemia and has just under gone his third round of chemo and is doing okay, at the moment he is getting a blood and platelet transfusion, as the chemo kills the good stuff too. He has invited all of his FB friend to join him at Chili’s this afternoon as they are donating 100% of their profits today to St Jude’s Hospital.
I invite you to join us as we partake dinner with family and friends of our nephew at Chili’s.
A prayer from them both would also be appreciated.
I am a bit back ward this week, and I apologize for this! After I posted what I had worked on for part of the week and had it ready to post for Friday, I remembered that I had not posted Thursday’s offering.
This weeks treasure came in the forms of pictures, some that I have already shared with you. The picture of my grand parents
A. Ruth Ogilvie and Willard Warren McCartney
and the picture of my grandmother and her siblings standing from youngest to oldest and all but the youngest trying not to giggle. ( proving to me it is always the youngest that starts things 😀 )
These picture were found as I have stated before in box of boxes, the treasure in these photos is that fact they were negatives and I really had no clue what they held! I was fearful to take them to a chain operated photo department. Most of them are great with digital photos and photos taken recently, but these were single negatives, and I guessed they were at least 70 yrs old. I asked around and found a Photographer! He has done excellent work for me and I would like to give him a mention. If you’re in the metro Detroit and need work done, I would suggest Joe. You can find Joe at Photo Joe/Joseph Marshall Photography
Those negatives are 70-year-old, and actually some of them closer to 80 yrs old.
The greatest treasure the majority of these photos were taken at a Ogilvie Family reunion in Dresden Ohio in 1933. I believe there were only two people in the family not present. I couldn’t have hoped for more! I now have pictures of my great-grandparents with their children, spouses and grand-children. Now that is what I call putting flesh on bones!
There was just one problem with these photos and it really wasn’t with them, but with my knowledge of the family. I could place my grandmother and a favorite aunt, but the most of the rest of them were guesses for me. To change this dilemma I posted them to shutterfly.com and invited family members to help me put names to faces and I also invited them to print or download what they wanted. There were over 100 negatives (I still have more to developed) so I thought this would be the best way to share them. I have many more photos of other families and I am thinking seriously about doing the same with them. You can visit the share page of the Ogilvie photos mentioned above at Ogilvie Family Photos.
They are now being put in an album and being named. There will be a disk added to the album . I will be saving them both Tif and jpg files. I am not sure yet how I will index and name them on the disc. That will be my next adventure.
Note: This has been posted before, but I can’t recall if I made it public or just shared it with Creative Gene. Here is my offering for Those Places Thursday/October 20, 2011.
Enjoy.
Tucked neatly on the shoulder of Gildersleeve Mountain is a beautiful white church with a back drop of lush green. If you walk to the end of the drive and take a peek down the road you just might see a huge body of water. Sure sounds like it is located in New England. Trust me when I say this spot is as beautiful as any in New England.
You ask, “then where is this lovely spot if not in New England?” This house can be found in an extension of New England, CT to be exact, it lies in the Western Reserve. You’ll find this house of God sharing the hill with another very important house of worship, that was built in 1836. Still have you guessing?
Our family home of worship is Old South Church in Kirtland, Ohio. The second church is The Kirtland Temple, built by Joseph Smith Jr. and his followers. It is located a few miles down the road from Old South. There are many stories that abound about the Temple, Joseph and his followers. Many of which you can find on the internet or at your local library.
My story begins at the Old South Church. This is where my parents attended Sunday School, where my grandparents worshiped. Mom and Dad were married here, I was christened here and even though we moved away to Arizona then back to Michigan. I have spent many Easter and other Sundays sitting in a pew or in the a class room of Old South.
Old South Church Kirtland Ohio
As a child I remember this congregation having a rich musical back ground. Wonderful organists (okay I admit Nana played organ at one time and that I might be a bit bias here) and vocalists with wonderful voices. Inspiring and encouraging. I can’t recall the sermons, but I do recall two of the pastors, Rev. Messner and Rev. Snider
I said my final goodbye’s to four grand parents and an uncle from this sanctuary. They are all buried up the road at the South Kirtland Cemetery.
As of this writing I don’t know if I will ever step foot in this chapel again, but in my memories I visit it often.
The next place of worship that I recall while growing up can be found in Wayne Michigan on the corner of Wayne Road and Michigan Ave (US 12). Nestled in a typical old mid-western city, The First Congregational Church of Wayne. When we first attend this church in the late 60’s the church house was very similar to the one in Kirtland, the bell tower and steeple were a bit different it didn’t come to a point, but was a square steeple that came to four points. In 1970 the sanctuary was lost in a fire. The new building is beautiful, but it does not compare to the grace and majesty of the old sanctuary. Most of the religious training as a young person, that I recall, was gained here and of course from my parents.
I was member of the young choir for a season. I still remember the the organist/choir director Orpha Hutty. One of our classes did a film, in our “back yard” at the church about the Pilgrims which is something I have just recalled. Wonder whatever happened to that!
There is just one more house of worship that has been called home and to me it is my home church. Romulus Free Will Baptist Church is where I have been a member for twenty-eight years. My children grew up here. It is where I have been a teacher, treasurer, singer.
Several family marriages have occurred here. Our oldest son was married at home, by the pastor of the church at that time. Our Oldest daughter, Brother and Sister law were married at the church.
This church family is truly a family. We love and tend to each others needs as best as we as humans can. God has seen us through many trials and walks with our congregation daily. This story has not ended, but will continue to grow as I and my fellow brothers and sisters continue to worship the Lord here as he adds on a takes away. Our lives will forever be touched by the places in which we have spent time with our Lord.
