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On This Thanksgiving Day

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

A Thanksgiving Love Letter

My annual tradition is to read this letter on Thanksgiving morning before I begin preparing food, or as is the case this year get on my flight. I hope you enjoy it once again!

It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather, Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, before he returned home from serving as a chaplain in WW2. They were newlyweds and were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!

Thanksgiving Day, 1945

For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married.  “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.”  Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things.  For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain.  So I’m especially thankful today that I have you for my sunshine, and we can look out all our windows at the clouds, which will make our sunset beautiful, and that you will always be there to warm my heart when it is cold, to be my strength when I would falter, to hold my hand when I have lost the way. Continue reading »

Patterns of a Kaleidescope

Reverend W.W. and Adena Jones

Legacy

As I prepare to spend the day with loved ones, friends so dear that the line between family and friends was blurred long ago by a friendship forged with my grandparents and passed along the generations, I recall once again the legacy that was left to me in both big and small ways. The legacy of love, of gratitude, of faithfulness.

(Thank you for indulging me once again in my Thanksgiving tradition of reading and sharing this beautiful inheritance.)

Thanksgiving Love Letter

Written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather, Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, before he returned home from serving as a chaplain in WW2.

Thanksgiving Day, 1945

For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married.  “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.”  Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things.  For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain.  So I’m especially thankful today that I have you for my sunshine, and we can look out all our windows at the clouds, which will make our sunset beautiful, and that you will always be there to warm my heart when it is cold, to be my strength when I would falter, to hold my hand when I have lost the way.

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

All my reams of paper couldn’t contain the mercies that I’m thankful for today, for they pass my imagination in an never-ending parade.  The rain of yesterday, the bright sunshine of today; the little ponds of ice I saw outside this morning, a shelter warm as toast; memories, rich and mellow, embroidered with hearty friendship and camaraderie; enemies – and the joy of being able not to hate them; cool water from a spring on a long, hot hike; good food that makes one comfortable inside; flitting glimpses out of the past that now seems so far away, so much apart of another world that one gives pause to think-could it be so and could that have been me? Continue reading »

Transform Common Days


“Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” –  William Arthur Ward

Mile Marker 515, 35"x51"

Mile Marker 515, 35″x51″


 

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The mercies that I’m thankful for today…

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

A Thanksgiving Love Letter

My annual tradition is to read this letter on Thanksgiving morning before I begin preparing food (and now apparently to post it on my blog). I hope you enjoy it once again!

It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather, Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, before he returned home from serving as a chaplain in WW2. They were newlyweds and were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!

Thanksgiving Day, 1945

For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married.  “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.”  Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things.  For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain.  So I’m especially thankful today that I have you for my sunshine, and we can look out all our windows at the clouds, which will make our sunset beautiful, and that you will always be there to warm my heart when it is cold, to be my strength when I would falter, to hold my hand when I have lost the way. Continue reading »

Peace of the week, Nov 25

“When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.”
Tecumseh

 

Mile Marker 419, 22"x34"

 

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Recollections of a Home and Family that Once Was…

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

I posted this letter last year but it is my annual tradition to read this letter first thing on Thanksgiving morning, and really once a year isn’t enough. So I hope you enjoy it once again!

It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, while he was away in the army. They were newlyweds and they were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!

Thanksgiving Day, 1945

…All the reams of paper couldn’t contain the mercies that I’m thankful for today, for they pass my imagination in a never-ending parade. The rain of yesterday, the bright sunshine of today: the little ponds of ice I saw outside this morning, a shelter warm as toast: memories, rich and mellow, embroidered with hearty friendship and camaraderie; enemies – and the joy of being able not to hate them; cool water from a spring on a long, hot hike; good food that makes one comfortable inside; flitting glimpses out of the past that now seems so far away, so much apart of another world that one gives pause to think – could it be so and could that have been me? Continue reading »

Happy Thanksgiving

Here is an excerpt from a love letter I read every year at Thanksgiving. It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather Rev. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena Jones while he was away in the army. They were newlyweds and they were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!

Mile Marker 235, 16" x 22"

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