Showing posts with label childhood stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood stories. Show all posts

May 23, 2018

a new podcast to share


It is no secret that I'm a huge fan of podcasts! Our daily drive to school and back is anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes often in traffic. I needed something to keep the kiddos occupied and from arguing about who knows what (once the kids fought over a ripped piece of junk mail). 

Enter the Circle Round podcast!

Circle Round is a story telling podcast for kids 4-10 years old. However, my two..almost three year old daughter enjoys the stories and often asks for her favorites.  The podcast focuses on folk tales from around the world, narrated by Rebecca Sheir and is brought to life by a variety of talented actors and actresses. The stories run anywhere from 10-20 minutes and each story covers such topics as kindness, sharing, and the importance of hard work.

In anticipation of the summer travel season, Circle Round has a couple of special two hour episodes. We have several long trips planning and will definitely be downloading the long episodes for the trip.   

December 3, 2016

cheez-its and church

Good Morning, and Happy Sabbath.

Last Sunday, I was asked to help decorate our church for the Christmas season. While unpacking the balcony garlands I took a trip down memory lane to one of my most embarrassing moments in church.

I laugh now. But not so much then.

I was in third or fourth grade. My family always sat front and center in the left side balcony (Sierra Visit). Our pastor was in the middle of a riveting sermon. He was hitting his points and driving home the importance of living a grace filled life. (Or something like that...I really don't remember what he was talking about). I do remember that I had squeezed the majority of my body through the iron rods of the balcony railing and was haphazardly leaning over the edge while stuffing my face with cheez-its. Back in those days, the balconies did not have the protective glass that they do today. As I was munching and crunching, curiously peering down at the congregation below gravity suddenly took over and I dumped the entire box of cheez-its over the side of the balcony. I'm not sure what the people below us thought as it rained small square cheesy crackers...but I can only imagine. The funny thing is that our pastor didn't even look up. I'm sure he must have noticed that it was raining crackers, or at least heard them hit the ground - but as far as I can remember it didn't phase him at all.

After I dumped the crackers, I dove for the ground and just laid there until the service was over. Frozen. Embarrassed. Ashamed. All I wanted was to disappear. Once the service was over, my mom took my sisters and I to the car while my dad went downstairs to clean up the mess.

My parents never scolded me, or gave me a hard time (until years later....).

The next Sabbath, we returned to our place in the balcony (without snacks) and I sat there very still. On the railing the pastoral staff had placed a large placard that read "Keep Children Away."  My dad took a black sharpie marker scribbled out children and wrote  "Pharisees" in its place.

We didn't attend church for a couple of weeks (not because of the cheez-its or placard). However, when did return to church the balconies had glass covering the iron railings. I don't know if I'm the reason why the church suddenly decided to get glass to cover the railings (its safer) but to this day that is how my dad tells the story.

The end.