November 12, 2008
Fall Dinner & Auction
St. Paul United Methodist Church in Elmwood will hold a Fall Dinner and Auction on Saturday, November 22nd. Dinner will be served from 5:00-7:00 p.m. and will feature roast pork and chicken breast with side dishes, desserts and drinks. Dinner will be followed by a live auction of goods and services. Cost is $8.00 for adults, $5.00 for ages 3 to 10, and free for 2 and under.
Any questions can be directed to the church office at 402-994-6735.
Scrap Booking Marathoners
The Scrap Booking Marathon held at the Elmwood-Murdock High School Old gym Saturday drew some professionals and some beginners. Christy Miller and Cindy Hovorka were the head scrappers. They organized the event which was quite a success. They were raising money to benefit the high school prom, Youth to Carnegie Hall, and the Dillon, Tyler, and AJ fund. Kids were able to volunteer their time to work at the event in exchange for the money for their cause. From 9:00 am to midnight the scrap bookers were able to work on their keepsakes. Brunch, snack and dinner were provided so the ladies could keep working. Millie and Kalee joined Annette Eggert and her crew to work on Tyler’s scrapbook. They were the beginners but they caught on quick. Beth Philson was there to work on her family vacation photos. Karen Bogatz and Cindy Schmitt shared a table and many laughs throughout the day. Christy reported it was such a success that they would repeat it next February.
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Beth Philson scraps her vacation pictures.
Cindy Schmitt and Karen Bogatz spread out and plan their strategy.
Kalee is out of her league!
Annette Eggert wonders just where to begin!
Annette’s crew quickly gets organized and begins scrapping.
Saturday night fever hit the Flying Wheels this weekend. Union College hosted an event for their students and it was Retro Night. They came in polyester. They came in mini skirts. They came in paisley. And they came in tie dye. The girls teased their bangs until they were straight up. Three boys were dressed like basketball players and they had their coach with them barking out orders and plays all night. The ultimate disco queen was there in her black and white pant suit. She won the costume contest. They had a great time and so did we. I hope they come back again!
Happy Birthday, Wesley!!
Happy Birthday, Nicole!!
Both kids celebrated their birthdays over the weekend at the skating rink. Wesley Dreamer’s friends skated and scooted Saturday morning and Nicole Wenzel’s friends skated and dodged Sunday night. The place was full of laughter and giggling.
More than birthdays and disco queens…
This weekend brought more than disco queens and children with birthdays to the rink. We had current rink rats and future rink rats drop in. Brody, who grew up as a rink rat, brought his friend Kara, to skate. Vince’s brother brought his daughter and grandchildren to the rink Sunday. They haven’t had much opportunity to skate but now that they know Uncle Vince owns a skating rink I’m guessing they will be begging Grandpa Dennis to bring them often. We had other young rink rats who were finding fun things to do besides skate. Emma, Vince’s granddaughter, tried skating but found that it was more fun to play with her toys. Shay and Jordyn Campbell began the first of many fights of over a car. Jordyn just couldn’t stop giggling long enough to stand up straight. Maggie Clymer just enjoyed the ride while her mother, Erin, pushed her around the floor. Soulja Boy Bradly Cunningham reported for duty. He dropped by to check on things after his weekend at reserves. Bradly was promoted from E1 to E2. Congrats, Bradly! You do make us proud!
Brody and Kara
Anderson’s – Vince’s brother, Dennis, and his daughter and grandchildren. Stacy, Brooke, Paige, Caitlin, and Wyatt.
Emma and Mariko. Emma is tired of skating and ready to play.
Shay and Jordyn go for a joy ride.
Jordyn gets the giggles.
Maggie rides while Mom pushes.
Soulja Boy Bradly reports for duty.
Life in Nebraska…slow paced…tractor speed.
Life in Nebraska is pretty slow paced but sometimes we are forced to slow down even more. This time of year the farmers are out on the roads with their tractors, combines, and grain trucks. Please remember that they are just doing their jobs and need our patience. We found ourselves behind two combines within a half mile the other day. I’m really glad there wasn’t on coming traffic! When you find yourself in one of these situations just slow down and enjoy the ride. Soon the farmers will be done with harvest and the roads will be clear again.
Elmwood Holiday Extravaganza
Craft Sale – Garage Sale & Treasure Event
Saturday, Nov. 29th
8:00 a.m. - 3:00 p.m.
Set up for Vendors 6:00 – 8:00 am
Up to 25 vendors under one roof!
Flying Wheels Fun Center - Elmwood
Indoor facility with concessions available all day!
Details: Each booth is 10’ x 10’; First Come First Serve. Booth rental is $20—includes one 8’ table. We do the advertising and you manage your own pricing and sales.
Reserve your space for the craft/treasure sale by submitting your information and payment to the contact below.
225 East D Street
Elmwood, NE 68349
Why we do what we do…
I received this story via email this week and it really made me stop and think. Moms are often invisible but we are very important. This is why we do what we do.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom . Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.
It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving , 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.
And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Have a good week…go forth and be invisible. J