On Eagle's Wings

On Eagle's Wings
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:29-31


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Nostalgia has Set In

Last night I served in Preschool and because it was our last Wednesday night before Christmas, we told the Christmas story and sang Away in a Manger. Listening to those sweet voices sing Away in a Manger took me back. Waaaayyy back to Christmases when I was that little child loving Jesus. And I still do. Singing that song brought sweet tears to my eyes.

Liking this doll - guess it tasted good!

The angel costume my Mother made for me
to be in the Christmas play at church.

Mother made the little bears my sister and I are holding.

Their Christmas greeting, probably 1954-55.

My family above and
with my Granny and Grandad and cousins
at Great-Grandmother Sander's house.

Going to my Granny and Grandad's home was always a treat, but my Great-Grandmother's home ... well, that was another story. Very strict rules there. Pretty much sit in a chair, keep your hands to yourself, cannot go upstairs (a place which held great mystery for me) and only speak when spoken to. Now doesn't that sound fun?

Grandma and Grandpa McCoy lived in the hills of Arkansas out in the middle of nowhere. But my memories of Christmas are of a crowded living room because everyone was sitting around the pot-belly stove trying to keep warm. Warm lights and lots of talking ... later, big feather beds loaded with quilts in a very icy cold room. If you got up your courage the next morning to get out of bed and touch your feet to the cold floor, first place to run would be the kitchen where the big wood-burning cook stove would be blazing heat.

My brother and sister and me around 1960.

Christmas was not complicated when I was a child. The main thing was the excitement as you waited, the tree, candy, some presents and lots of good food. 


  1. How wonderful that you have these treasured photos of Christmases past! Great memories.

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  3. Oh how I loved this post Nonnie ~ Takes me back to my roots too. I'm so thankful my parents had me in Sunday School by age 3 and those precious Bible stories, and the songs, plays and programs.

    You you insert our family in your pictures, as I have some that look exactly the same.

    Sending love and hugs, and we celebrate our heritage in Christ and families that taught us about Jesus.

  4. I loved going on your stroll though some precious memories! The photos are wonderful. I really miss big family holidays like we used to share. Sigh. The memories really are precious!

  5. What awesome memories you have. The feather beds with quilts sounds perfect. I love the photos, thank you so much for sharing your story. Merry Christmas!