Sunday, November 23, 2025

95 days sharing my mom's attributes!

95 attributes my mom possesses.

My mom was 95 years old when she died. When you envision a 95 year old lady, I guarantee, you do not come close to what my mom looks like, what she does or how she thinks.  So I dedicate this blog that I am going to share for the next, yes, 95 days to Lydia Mildred Steinke!  If my dear mom can endure the "Great Depression", (being born September 25, 1925)  marry Paul Albert Steinke May 4, 1946 then birth 6 babies and raise them to adulthood, recall “horse-n-buggy” days and the “icebox ” I surely can write about her attributes for 95 days!

Attribute; a quality or feature regarded as a characteristic or inherent part of someone or something.

So, day 1, the first attribute I would like to share about my mom, is her resourcefulness.  "Invention" the mother of necessity.  It may be the trait that is a constant not only with her, but with her generation.  She taught me early in my childhood, we all have ideas that can become reality.  She lived this principle out in her daily life. I was clueless many of her ideas were birthed out of a need to provide for her family.  Need is a great motivator in drawing out creative resourcefulness.   As I watched her example, day in and day out, the needle and thread were her tools she thanked God for and utilized.  As preschoolers, my little sister (Paulette) and I explored and created many toys, pillows, puppets and Christmas gifts sewing on the singer sewing machine and mom’s 3 needle machine.  With a room full of colored threads mounted on dowels in the wall, scraps of material to last a life time, ideas were endless.  I had such fun, however I had little skill. I did not inherit those sewing abilities, at all!  It skipped me, and went soaring into my middle son.  Not fair! My daughter, too, is certainly tapping into her sewing and crafting, more than what I own! In my youth, as a young mom, I couldn't piece together a pattern to save my life.  

I may not sew, but I have learned to become resourceful, somewhat.  One example of my resourcefulness is that I found ways to save money.  Great joy came when I washed cloth diapers and dried them on the clothes line helping our growing family! (By the way, my wonderful husband poured cement and installed a retractable square clothes line I used for many years!)  After all, having 4 babies in 5 years, meant there were two in diapers for around 4 years. 1989...being GREEN before it was in vogue, you youngsters!

I’m ok with having other gifts, other than sewing.  I may not be at a singer sewing machine right now, but as I sit with my laptop, I am writing this blog. So, mom, thank you for encouraging me in the areas that I possess creative abilities, like writing, and expressing myself.  That is scary for me, 🤔 because I nearly flunked high school English.  However, as I continue down this road, I will share about the
remaining 94 attributes regarding Lydia Mildred
 Steinke!  I love & miss you mom!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Choices


"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies WITHIN US!"
-Emerson

The good news - you control your attitude.
The bad news - you control your attitude.

Naturally my attitude stinks.  My tendency is to be selfish and judgmental.  That is why I desperately need a supernatural power to help me. I chose Christ. My own effort to overcome my negative tendencies is futile.

My choices are so much more in line with my purpose in life and fulfilling my goals and dreams, when I choose a positive attitude. Honestly, I can't choose a positive attitude, consistently through life's desperate valleys on my own.   I can't choose to live out Christ, unless I choose Christ to live in me. 

-1 Peter 3:15 "But in your heart set apart Christ as LORD."

This morning, I chose a positive attitude while running and pursuing Christ, first.  

Dear one, what kind of attitude will you choose today? That my friend is one choice you do control!

Did you know:  According to multiple sources on the internet, the average amount of remotely conscious decisions an adult makes each day equals about 35,000.

The first hour of your day directs your outcome.
Are you choosing to be intentional and positive?
Do you have a purpose?

Your choice.
Your life.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

My story about my second grade "show and tell" as remembered by Susie Steinke


Two years ago, August, I had the wonderful opportunity to read my story aloud to my brother, Paul.  Mom and Ruthie were present at mom's dining room table that day.  If I recall accurately, Tom and I were spending several days with my family before heading to live with my daughter and her husband in Arkansas, being jobless and homeless...literally.  Tom was unemployed (since May) had over a dozen applications out there, 3 interviews and nothing!  My last hospital contract had been completed in July without committing to another one, not knowing our future. Our apartment lease was up in August, we had only a few days to sell our "excess" and store the remains in my sister's garage. Her husband, my brother-in-law's generosity is amazing! Love you Steve! Now it was the end of August, nearing Labor Day and with no prospects of employment, we did what every parent hopes they would NEVER have to do.  We moved our suitcases  and selves in with our favorite son-in-law, and favorite daughter and only grandchild, which would make her, yes OUR FAVORITE!  Humility, mixed with blesses described our feelings.  After recovering from allergic reaction to poison ivy (that's another blog!)  Tom began to pursue temp jobs and pizza delivery.  I got my old job back at the hospital and life went on, not how we planned. We tried to focus on the blessings like the incredible opportunity we were experiencing of bonding with our granddaughter! We saw and were involved with all of her "firsts". First crawling, food, steps and words!  Witnessing our daughter and her husband as parents was heart warming and satisfying beyond words! By the way, did I mention my daughter had been fervently praying we would move back to the area? Hmm, thanks Liz? My point is God is in control, and those of us that decide to have Jesus the LORD of our life, view our life with a purpose.  So I reflect on the small event, of sharing my story with my brother, as a monumental gift from my Heavenly Father!  Because he is no longer here, but in our Heavenly Father's home.  I was hesitant to read my writings to my family.  To share my heart, it is a scary deal! I feel very vulnerable as people read my writings, maybe that is why I have not blogged in, well YOU can see the date of my last blog! Hope you enjoy my show and tell!

The Greatest Show and Tell EVER!

What began as snowman building, turned into snowball throwing! “Splat” on Susie’s’ coat, then with a giggle she sent hers flying.  “Ouch!” protested the good looking young man as he wiped the snow from his head.  Bending over he picked up his hat that had also suffered the consequence.  “Paulie?” she asked as she formed another cold ball of ammunition.  “Would you help me with my homework?”

Susie adored her older brother.  In fact even though they were born 14 years apart, there was a remarkable resemblance, which suited her just fine.

“Help you AGAIN?”  Paulie taunted.  “Now what?” he asked with a grin and a playful tone as his next ball flew just before hers.  Susie ran trying to escape, whack, right on the back of her calf.  Turning, and stuttering out of breathe, “I, I have, have show and tell tomorrow.”  “So what?” Paulie stated again with a tone just to egg her on.  He enjoyed teasing his little sister.  Well, that was true for all five of his younger sisters. 

Now he began to chase her and as she ran she blurted out “would YOU be my show and tell?”  Before he answered, he tackled Susie, right into the nearest soft snow bank.  They laughed as they slowly sunk into the cold resting place.  With a deep breathe, they both struggled to get to their feet, “Yep!” came the answer.  With celebration that matched her excitement at Christmas, Susie jumped into her big brothers’ arms and he threw her into the air as if she would fly away.  As he caught her, he tickled her sides until she could barely breathe.  “Thank you, thank you!” was her satisfied reply. 

Her last show and tell she carried two used real bullets to class, which impressed her curious classmates.  Paulie had been drafted into the United States Army.  The whole family was proud of him.  He was chosen to be a part of a special group of young men trained to fly rescue helicopters.  This 21 year old was a huey helicopter pilot during the Vietnam War.  War was scary and sad for Paulie, but he always loved coming home to his family, and church friends.  His mom, dad and five sisters would send him care packages which would include recorded messages of them sharing about what was going on at home and sometimes they even sang him songs.   They all loved and missed him so much when he was gone.  This time he was home for 45 days, and it was during Christmas too!  Susie had the chance to actually “show and tell” her big brother in her second grade class.  That would be much cooler than even the bullets.

“Show and Tell” morning came, “come on Susie Q, let’s go!”  She felt special when any of her family called her that nickname.  As Paulie escorted her into school, all dressed in his uniform, she could hear students asking questions to each other.  “Is he a real GI JOE?” she overheard, “That uniform IS real!” an excited voice confirmed.  “Who is he?”  “Why is he here?”  More children asked.

Standing in the front of the class sandwiched between her brother and her teacher, Susie cleared her throat and began proudly “this is my big brother, Paulie.  And he is in the army, and he flies helicopters and he is fighting for our country!”

The teacher added more facts, as teachers do.  Then she asked Paulie to share some stories with the class. 

Holding up his army gear, he began painting word pictures of flying certain missions making special food and medicine deliveries.  He told about being shot at, which drew excitement from everyone listening.  With each explanation, the children were glued to their seats listening as if it were top secret information being carefully passed on.  Some just kept looking at his green army fatigues, complete with camouflage hat and black shiny combat boots. 

Finally, Mrs. Irick had to interrupt and called on the students for any questions.  Susie could faintly hear the student’s voices and Paulie’s answers.  But her thoughts were about how she loved sharing her brother, which brought her such a special feeling.  As the class applauded, Susie smiled big, and so did Paulie.  Susie thought this was the greatest show and tell, EVER!  Some of the kid’s even told her so!  The principal heard about Paulie’s visit and requested him to speak to the whole school at an assembly. 


After Paulie went back to the war to fly helicopters, Susie’s classmates and teacher wrote letters to Paulie and sent them to Vietnam.  He wrote back, answering each student and commenting on their wonderful drawings.  Susie’s happiest day came when Paulie came home, again, safe and sound for good!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lonely But Not Alone!

Stepping off the plane, into the open redwood aroma filled air, I once again wondered "what the heck am I doing so far from home, all by myself God?"


Landscape is very different here from home. Redwoods & palm trees jet into the sky. Their majestic beauty scream "look at me"! Seasons are not the same. Snow shovels and ice scrapers are in use in Wisconsin, back home. Lawn mowers running & car windows rolled down here in northern California. Viewing the locals, one has stepped back in time to the 60's. Long hair, peace signs, tie-dyed clothing & "growing" signs are the norm. I feel out of place, I feel lonely. 


An older man on an old bike, graying beard & long hair explains the bus schedule from the airport. Continuing with his stream of one way conversation he races from one subject to the next! My senses begin to shut down as the exhaustion sets in. Jet lag, little sleep new environment trying to find my way, brain overloaded to the point of spinning out of control! This man needs someone to listen to his life story, timing is everything! As I visually explore my new surroundings I nod my head, every so often, hearing but not really listening. I'm not alone, and a little less lonely. Hope I see you again, but when I'm rested Morris.


Aboard the bus I begin to ask the driver for direction concerning my next location. Some guy sitting across from me chimed in, obviously knowing both the location & the driver. Welcoming me to town, he predictably headed down that road of questions most everyone asks once they discover my career status. Sometimes I want to hand them a brochure with my answers to FAQs. ; ) As we passed by the lumber mill, he explained his fathers job there. Through out the next several miles he continued story after story. An unexpected guided tour of my new home! Cool!


With each stop, my new "acquaintance" is replaced. Each replacement is a friendly person, & I feel a little more at ease.  Andrew is an obviously caring dad visiting his college homesick daughter. I'm not alone, & I hear about someone lonelier!
A Vietnam vet accepts my verbal "welcome home" & my handshake expressing my thanks for him serving (my helicopter flying veteran brother taught me that) Since those vets were not properly welcomed home as other service men & woman, I make it a practice as he does to say "welcome home" and of course along with thanking them for serving!


"LORD, guide me, help me, protect me." When I'm obeying God's direction in my life, being in His will, I feel such peace and joy, even though I may not understand the why! It's weird. 


OK, this is my bus stop. Off to get my rental car. Just you and me Jesus! I may feel lonely, but I am not alone! 

"...And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." - Jesus