On Friday, I toured "Sentimental Journey", a restored B17 bomber from WW2. I crawled around taking photos for my Dad who had seen the outside but was too frail to get into the plane. I also saw several WW2 vets who are now old as dirt standing around the outside of the plane with tears glistening in their eyes as old memories passed through their remembrance. What a generation they were and are! My Dad and I spent some time looking over the photos and sharing the information we had gleaned from our studies of WW2.
On Saturday I fired up our truck and headed south to MD to visit with my dad and my sister whom I rarely see. This year's visit was especially exciting because I got to see her for more than a few hours and we went to church together for the first time since she was saved! That was a real thrill for me since the rest of my immediate family has rejected any opportunity for personal relationship with Christ and is satisfied with a mere thought, or no thought of God and are satisfied with just an occasional religious practice, a proverbial wink in God's direction. It greatly saddens me that they do not know the indescribable blessings of knowing Christ in a personal way and having a daily relationship and fellowship with the One who created them and planned their lives.
Saturday we spend just chatting, going to buy peaches at the orchard (because quite frankly, they do not know how to grow good peaches in my part of PA and it's worth the almost 3 hour trip to buy them in MD), and going out to dinner together.
Sunday we my sister and I traveled half an hour north to my brother-in-law's church. It was as close to the husband I was missing as I could get although my husband is much more handsome in the pulpit, so it wasn't quite the same. Of course, that's not the reason I go to church but some days it can be a particular distraction! It felt good to just go to church and sit and enjoy the service, or at least it should have. Halfway through the prayer time my sister bumped me to let me know that my sister-in-law who was on the platform wanted my attention. She kept pointing to the wall and appeared to be saying "back wall". I finally turned and saw the words to a chorus on the back wall. "Do you know it?" she asked? I had heard my BIL mention that they were going to sing a new chorus even though they didn't know it very well. When I nodded "yes" to my SIL, she called me up to the platform and had me play and sing the chorus to help teach the congregation. Good thing I remembered what key it was in and what chords go with that key or it could have been interesting! Sigh.....a Pastor's wife's work is never done evidently-not even when you are on vacation! LOL!
After lunch we headed even further north to my humble abode where my sister slept in the 4th strange bed she had occupied in a week. What a trooper she is! We really didn't do anything earth shattering while we were together and that is what made her visit so enjoyable. We just hung out, as sisters ought to do when they are together. It all ended too soon and on Tuesday we headed south again to my Dad's home stopping on the way to visit my 3rd grade teacher who is now 88 years old. We had started corresponding over a year ago. She had lost her husband and home in a fire. When they brought her what was left of her belongings, she found a note I had sent her after my third grade year. She called my father and got my address and sent it back to me which had opened the door for correspondence. I was very excited to stop and see her in person. She had 35 kids in her class that year and she still remembered all their names! I didn't even remember all their names. It had been 46 years, after all! I wasn't at all surprised that she was just as wonderful as I remember her being in 3rd grade and I hated to leave.
Back at home I dropped my Sis off and headed back home. I was tired....of driving that is... and full of ice cream because there is a summer roadside ice cream stand that we just had to stop at several times as we passed by in our travels. It's tradition! My only regret is that I was so busy making memories that I forgot to take photos!
Maybe it wasn't the kind of vacation that some would appreciate, but for me it couldn't have been any more perfect unless my hubby could have come along-but someone had to work to finance it after all! :-) He gets his vacation this weekend, and I get to go along!