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Memories of Childhood


I remember glimpses of my childhood – an Ozzie & Harriet family with Dad going off to work and Mom staying home…

I remember our small, sparkly white house on the end of Fig Lane in Newman, at the center of California’s hot San Joaquin Valley…

I remember sitting around the radio in the living room listening as a family to “The Cisco Kid” and “One Man’s Family” and “Inner Sanctum” …

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I remember Dad’s three-tiered tulip bed and the day I picked a bouquet of them and got into trouble…

I remember being scolded, and as I stood there with a fist-full of the precious blooms saying to Dad, “I no pick the flaws… maybe Sally pick the flaws!”

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I remember walking down Fig Lane with my sister, Sally, headed to P Street School wearing my Mary Jane’s…

I remember how proud I was of those new shoes…

I remember trips every September to San Francisco to get new school clothes: new shoes, a new dress, underwear, a sweater, a coat… the essentials…

I remember eating crab legs at Fisherman’s Wharf while I gazed at the boats coming in and going out of the harbor…

I remember my first plane trip, flying to Seattle to be with my mom’s family there when her mom died…

I remember Dewey Wright, my first true love, and the Valentine card he gave me in kindergarten, and how he chased me around the playground until I caught him …

I remember moving from that little white house at the end of Fig Lane to a house out in the country right next door to my Dad’s mom…

I remember the day my cousin, Billy, came to live with us – and how upset he was – and how upset I was when he tore our doll house apart and scattered our toys…

I remember dashing past a gobbling turkey who chased me to my grandma’s back door after school…

I remember my father’s tears when his mother died…

I remember moving out to that God-forsaken place twenty miles from nowhere to begin life anew, with Dad going into business with Uncle Igino and Uncle Melio …

I remember the smell of the Pacific Tallow Works that was about 150 yards from our house, and how impossible it was to close up the house tight enough …

I remember Tiofila and Engracia and Dalia, my sweet little Spanish-speaking playmates, whose mom made fantastic tortillas, and the day they were transported back to Mexico by some cruel authorities…

I remember crying for days when I heard Dalia had died on that trip back to Mexico …

I remember Manuel Ynzunza, his basketball skill, and our first kiss out behind the cafeteria … oh, the thrill of it…

I remember “Dimples,” my Cocker Spaniel who had four puppies – and the fascination of observing the births …

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I remember riding a horse, unable to control it, and being pushed into a barbed wire fence, putting a gash in my right leg …

I remember how impossible it was for Mom to leave the office unattended to take me to the doctor (she was Dad’s secretary-bookkeeper), so she taped my gash closed and how it healed leaving a big scar …

I remember the day my Aunt Jean, Billy’s mom, came to take him back … how I was filled with mixed emotions, sorrow and relief …

I remember my mom’s older sister, Aunt Evelyn, coming from Washington to visit and bringing clothes my cousins had outgrown, and Mom spending nights altering them to fit Sally & me …

I remember walking at least a mile (seemed like five) to catch the school bus and riding for at least an hour (seemed like five) while we picked up other kids to go to Crows Landing Elementary School…

I remember Mrs Yetter, my third grade teacher, who was almost bald…

I remember my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Ethel Horwedle, and how she wrote her cursive E, and how she let me sing to the tunes of the square dance records, and let me teach the class new square dance moves…

I remember Mrs. Marlow, the principal’s wife who was my 7th and 8th grade teacher… how she let me go during spelling class to help the kindergarten teacher (because, “You don’t need the spelling lesson,” she’d say after giving me a pre-test on which I always got 100%) …

I remember wearing an “I Like Ike” button and learning in 8th grade about each of his cabinet members as they were one-by-one appointed…

I remember Howard Thorkelson, our class genius, who got polio when we were in 8th grade and was gone a long time… returning in a neck and back brace for our graduation…

I remember learning to play the clarinet and doing so well that the band leader invited me to play with the high school band…

Sally & me with our clarinets

I remember being too small to fit into a high school band uniform, and having suspenders that pulled the pants up under my armpits…

I remember playing an accordion duet with Evelyn at our 8th grade graduation, but don’t remember Evelyn’s last name …

This was my first accordion. It’s over 100 years old!

I don’t remember a lot of things, but I remember feeling cared for, and feeling like I could become whatever I set my mind to, and not realizing we were poor…

We actually weren’t you know. We had each other. We had love. We had everything.

I remember…

I Remember by Annika Perry


It’s three o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep, so I am up reading and commenting on some of the blogs I follow. One of them is Annika Perry’s Writing Blog. The picture above is linked to a delightful collection of random memories beautifully written. Treat yourself by clicking on the link below.

I guarantee it won’t put you to sleep, but will prompt you to create a list of “I Remember” vignettes of your own.

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Outgrow and Grow


What have you outgrown?
Did you toss or leave behind?
What is worth keeping?

Life is a journey
With daily choices;
Keep what’s important!

Make new; keep the old
Friends are never discarded –
Not your soul sister!

Thais is my friend –
She was my college roommate –
My wedding bridesmaid.

Bruce and Ann are friends
Who also are related:
Bob’s younger brother.

Never Outgrow

We never outgrow our good friends
They live and grow in our heart
And if we are very fortunate
Our family and we never part
.
We never outgrow deep abiding faith
It stays in our souls and it grows
With each passing day in wonderful ways
It sustains and inspires as love flows.
.
With luck and the grace of our Lord,
We retain the most important part:
Good health, curiosity, a keen alert mind,
And a life full of friends who never depart.

Marcie’s table set for tonight’s dinner

We’re ready for a table full of good friends, long-time buddies with whom we’ve kept in touch through the years. If you had a table for a dozen friends tonight, who would you invite?

Thanks for dropping by JanBeek

See ya tomorrow.

Keeping in Touch


Do you enjoy keeping in touch with long-time friends?

This morning I posted “No Friend Like an Old Friend”
with pictures of the long-time friends I met with yesterday.

Among the long-time friends I posted pictures of
was Ly, my favorite hair stylist, whom I have
known since 1979. Today she gave me a new hair cut and
helped me get my “perky” back.

Also, today I had the privilege of reconnecting with dear friends from my years of working in the Ceres Unified School District. I was Caswell Elementary School’s principal from 1988-1997. Some of my favorite people to work with met me today for lunch. Most of them also are retired now. What a joy!!

Jackie (wonderful 3rd grade teacher),
Maudie (extraordinary instructional aide),
Fernando (he and his brother, Louie, were the world’s greatest custodians)
& Marge (Support staff leader & Resource Teacher
who helped coordinate this gathering)
Dora (impressive & dedicated first grade teacher)
and Kim (superb sixth grade teacher)
Jess (loving special ed teacher)
& Candy (beloved special ed instructional aide)
JoAnn (one of the best secretaries anywhere)
& JoAnn’s son, Kenny (I remember him as a kindergartener!)
Me (before haircut) with Peggy (everybody’s favorite Reading and Resource Teacher)
She was my go-to person
whenever I screwed up and needed help recovering from some difficult learning experience!

Have you had the opportunity to reconnect 20 years later with co-workers who were instrumental in tour personal and professional growth? If so, you know what a JOY and a privilege this day was for me.

If not, I pray you will live 20 years into your retirement and have the delight of reconnecting the way I did today. It was indescribably wonderful.
I wish you this kind of joy.

Thank you, dear Caswellians, for a wonderful day.
I love you!

Come visit me in Montana!

No Friend like an Old Friend


There is an old saying that goes like this,
“There’s no friend like an old friend.”

I choose to say it this way,
“There’s no friend like a long-time friend.”

Can you spot me smiling there in the midst of my buddies?

We’re not old… we’re forever young at heart!
We, the heart of the “Turlock Union High School Class of ’57”
Met at Latif’s Restaurant in Turlock yesterday.
Doris and I came from out of state.
It was such a joy to see everyone doing so well.
None of us used a walker or came in an electric wheelchair.
That’s actually pretty amazing given the fact we’re all in our 80’s.

This is my “old” high school sweetheart (such a nice guy)
with one of my best girlfriends, Sally.
He actually is one of the people
who introduced me to my husband, Bob.
Sally is the one who sends out the e-mails
to get this reunion group together.
Arlene is another of my best high school buddies.
She had a “gym” behind her house
where we used to gather on Friday nights to dance.
My friend, Phil, is one of the guys who taught me to dance.
We have kept in touch through the years.
Such a sweetheart!!
Betty, Linda, and Nelda are girlfriends
who actually knew my husband, Bob,
before I met him.
Bob went to a neighboring high school,
but attended church in Turlock.
Some of these gals were in his Sunday School class from day one!
Doris, Jeannine (she won’t like this picture),
and Mary are girlfriends with whom I never have lost touch.
Doris joined this reunion, coming from her home in Texas.
Jeannine and I see each other annually.
Mary is the one I’ve known the longest.
We went to elementary school together
and were “neighbors” in Crows Landing, California.
(Neighbors can be 10 miles from each other
when you grow up out in the country!)


Do you have “long-time friends” with whom you stay in touch?
It is such a blessing!!

This long-time friend is Ty and his wife, Roxanne.
Ty was my kindergarten student in 1963!!
I love this “kid” so much that in 1965
I named my son, Ty.
Ty & Roxanne came in 2018 to visit Bob & me in Montana.
And this long-time friend was my first grade student in 1961. Can you believe it?
Talk about JOY!
Lorei and I have maintained our relationship
for HOW MANY years??
And this long-time friend is Ly, my hairdresser since 1979.
This afternoon I have an appointment with her in Modesto.
Whenever we return to California
and are going to be in the Turlock-Modesto area
for a day or more, I make a point to see Ly again.

No post about long-time friends would be complete without a picture and mention of my dear Marcie. She’s here in Turlock. We stay with her when we come back to the valley. We are soul-sisters. She’s a gift from God.

I pray that as you read about these long-term relationships,
you are inspired to reconnect with long-time friends of your own.
Maybe there is a person out there that you have lost touch with.
Someone you care about.
Reach out today!

Love those long-time friends!!

See ya tomorrow.

Friday Morning


It’s Friday after Christmas –
The tree is standing there
With lights and ornaments sparkling
But underneath, it’s bare.

Presents all were given
To our loved ones with a smile,
But now the family’s leaving –
Traveling off many a mile.

We created quite a ruckus
As we laughed and reminisced.
Sisters and their families far away
Were in our hearts, but missed.

A dozen of the Beekman/Payne Family

It’s a quiet Friday morning –
The family is mostly gone.
I sit alone with my memories
In this beautiful early dawn.

What memories of Christmas
Float in your heart this day?
I hope they all are happy ones –
As loved ones are safely on their way.

Grandson, Sam, beat me by two points in ping pong. But, I gave it a good fight… 23 to 25!
I enjoyed helping Monika prepare our Christmas salad and asparagus.
I hold happy memories of Jordan being the attentive daddy…
Ty & Monika’s dog (more like a horse), Nakota, loved his present!
Sharing OUR treats was okay, but don’t try to take HIS bone away!
My favorite part of Christmas

It’s not the Christmas presents
Given from under the tree;
It’s the present of love’s presence
That means the most to me.

God gave us His Son on Christmas morn.
We celebrate the JOY of Jesus’ birth.
Celebrate the gift of LOVE He gives to us
With our friends and family here on earth.

Merry Christmas weekend to you, my friends.
May Christmas live on in your heart.
May you always remember His gift of grace –
And pass that love and peace along – do your part!

Happy Friday. from Bob & Jan.
What is your favorite Christmas memory?

Sending love and hugs…
See ya tomorrow.

Making Memories


Lunches on Wednesday

Very special memories

Never forgotten

Burger King – a favorite with my 4 grandchildren – around 2003.

Back in 2003 Sam (the oldest) often chose McDonald’s for our Wednesday lunch date. It was always fun… especially when Ronald McDonald showed up!

See the older granddaughter in those pictures up there? Here she is today – with her adorable son & daughter.

Bob & I had lunch with our granddaughter and two great-grandchildren today – McDonald’s revisited- but we were missing the old Ronald McDonald atmosphere. Just ain’t the same!

Sienna & Xander with their great-grandma – that’s me!

Taking your grandkids (and great-grandkids, if you’re blessed to live long enough) to lunch is a wonderful way to make memories.

Grampy doesn’t get to join us very often. Sienna was not sure about this guy! (Isn’t her expression a riot?)

It was so nice to be together… and to have the children’s paternal grandma join us, too. Four generations!

Isn’t she adorable? Don’tcha just wanna kiss those chubby cheeks?

Sienna’s shirt says, “Eat, sleep, and be merry!” It’s easy to be merry when 4 generations get to share and make memories at McDonald’s.

Happy Christmas weekend, dear Blogging friends!

What did you do to make memories today?

Take pictures.
Someday they’ll look as archaic as this one:

Thanks for visiting JanBeek.
Have a good night.
See ya tomorrow.

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