Last weekend had me springing around the Springfield area where on my agenda was Mission U (the UMW’s mission study weekend for 2014, with the courses of study addressing people with disabilities and the nomadic European Roma peoples), Riverton UMC for Sunday services, Woodside UMC for lunch and an ice cream and cake/pie gathering at Bushnell UMC.
Along with these visits included spending the night with two of my good friends in their homes. The first 2 evenings were with Rosemarie Stoelting (a former Marshall resident now in Springfield) and after Bushnell’s presentation, returning to Virginia McCausland’s home in Lewistown where I stayed a month ago. Both my hostesses always provide entertaining conversation and excellent accommodations.
Rosemarie included, in her many stories, a piece of information that her daughter had specifically told her not to pass on to overnight guests.
“What would that be?” you ask.
The fact that grand-dad had passed away in the bed I was sleeping in. (Glad I’m not superstitious!)
In Virginia’s home, we had no dead relatives floating about to haunt me as I slumbered. I stayed in the upstairs remodeled attic where, many years ago, her 2 daughters had their bedrooms. These are currently nicknamed the Ivy room and the Midnight room. As the names imply, one room’s theme of ivy has it completely decorated in ivy designs, from the curtains to the wallpaper, sheets, bathroom towels and even dresser doilies. The other is a deep, dark blue with moon-and-star wallpaper and bedding. Both have their individual charm but when it comes to preference, I always choose the ivy room.
“Don’t you want to try something different this visit?” Virginia asked me a month ago after my 3 years’ absence from her home. “Maybe the Midnight room? It’s all ready for a guest.”
I could tell Virginia was hopeful that maybe for once, the Midnight room would gain my favor and I’d try something a little different this time around.
“Nope,” I said resolutely. “I’ve been looking forward to that ivy room for 3 years. I’m not about to wait another 3 years before I enjoy it again.”
“Well, you know where it is. Go upstairs and settle in.”
I knew I’d be disappointed if I didn’t get to bask in that light and airy decore once again. Guess I am definitely a creature of habit.
Today I’m heading out for my last long trip on the schedule, a 3 1/2 hour drive to Pittsfield. I’ll be returning tomorrow to end my schedule with the last talks closer to my hometown. Those pictures will follow next week.
In the meantime, let me catch you up with last week’s visuals, seen below.
Ping an (Peace!), everyone, and have a great weekend.