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"I always enjoy Bible Camp and this year was no exception. I love the excitement of the children as they play games, make new friends, and study the Bible,'' says Pamy Blaine.
Readers world-wide will share Pamy Blaine's happy thoughts about this festive season.
...Sometimes the little girl stopped to talk to the neighbors. They were used to seeing her push her doll stroller with her animals.
“What have you got in the stroller today? Puppies or kittens?” asked the neighbor lady.
“Creamy, Gray Ghost, and Kitty Blue”, the little girl replied. She wished Mrs. Moore would remember their names. After all, they were more than just kittens; they were the little girl’s animal family...
Pamy Blaine writes about the things which are really important in this life.
Pamy Blaine reports on a telephone conversation with her five-hear-old granddaughter Rowan - a conversation which highlights the boundless joy of being a grandparent and a grandchild.
...The costumes were not bought in a store but usually found in closets and attics as parents and grandparents helped children come up with an outfit. Old clothes, hats, make up, and other odds and ends turned out a town full of children who were cowboys, pirates, ghosts, fairies, cats, clowns, angels, and villains of every sort...
Pamy Blaine treats us to a good read as she recalls the fun she had as a child in this day of the year.
...The tandem situation was not doing so well either. In order to ride tandem, you must look straight ahead and not lean or the person in front can’t guide the bike properly. I kept hearing the same words repeated from Ben’s Mother, “Ben, look at me…Ben look at me…Ben look at me!” Then, “ Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look around at other things or try to see around me, just look at me or we’ll have to stop and it’s late in the day, so if you don’t quit looking around and look at me, we won’t get to the petting zoo today. Ben, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”...
Pamela Perry Blaine suggests that riding a tandem brings an important lesson for life.
...Titus has a way of showing up at just the right moment. You might be at the store, taking a walk, in a waiting room, or attending a community function, but wherever it is, Titus will find a way to be an encouragement to you...
Pamy Blaine says we should all try to lighten the burden of someone in need.
Pamy Blaine turns to the Bible for guidance in these troubled times.
Writing with love and affection Pamy Blaine tells of the dramas involving getting a child to go to sleep.
"I’m out here on the farm by the east gate and the truck is stuck in these muddy ruts. You are going to have to come get me. I’ve called the neighbors out here on my cell phone and nobody is home.”
Pamy Blaine was settling down to a nice quiet writing day when her husband phoned...
To read more of Pamy's inspiring columns please click on http://www.openwriting.com/archives/pamys_place/
...These are our warriors of freedom who have served our country well and have enabled us to have the freedom that we enjoy today. We need to do all that we can to honor them and to help them in any way that we can, especially those who display symptoms of post-traumatic stress. We want to show them in every way possible that we care...
Pamy Blaine honors those who put their lives at risk to protect and preserve freedom and democracy.
For more of Pamy's moving coloumns please click on http://www.openwriting.com/archives/pamys_place/
...One evening at suppertime Amanda was in the high chair and I went over to the kitchen counter to fill her plate. Her Mother had put three small crackers on her high chair tray to give her something to eat while I fixed her plate. I watched as she bowed her head and touched the first cracker with her index finger and said, “Amen cracker”...
A two-year-old granddaghter reminds Pamy Blaine of the purpose of prayer.
Pamy Blaine reminds us that by saying good things we don't have to spell out words we don't want children to hear.
...The choir sang “In the Garden”, “The Old Rugged Cross” and “There Is a Fountain” as narration was interspersed between songs. Everything was going just as we had practiced and then the moment came, it was the scripture that was our cue: “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last.” As soon as the scripture was finished Suzanne and I began to sing the old spiritual, “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?” and I knew in my heart even as a child that in some mysterious way, I was there and that the Lord paid a debt He did not owe because I owed a debt I couldn’t pay...
Pamy Blaine recalls an Easter Day service from her childhood, and looks forward to being in church this coming Sunday.
Today is the 14th of January. Now if you're like Pamy Blaine, you will have been silently informed of this fact a dozen times - and maybe more. You see, Pamy "suffers'' from COD.
Never heard of COD. Then do please read on...and chuckling is allowed.
...The gifts under the tree were given to their recipients and at the end there was one little girl who had not received a gift. My mother, who was a high school teacher, saw the little girl who had tears in her eyes. She looked at the little girl and said, “You know, I think somebody just missed finding your gift under the tree. Let’s go look again.” Sure enough there was a gift behind the Christmas tree stuck under the tree skirt and the little girl’s face lit up as she choked out an emotional thank you...
Ah, but there was a secret to the "discovery'' of that gift, as Pamy Blaine reveals in this heart-warming account of Christmas celebrations during her schooldays.
Pamy Blaine tells of one of America's most famous paintings.
For more of Pamy's entertaining and encouraging words please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
Pamy Blaine writes about those words we use when we can't think of the word we want to use.
For more of her generous and heart-warming columns please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
...I have a collection of old hymnbooks that friends have given me or I have gathered from various places over the years but this hymnbook was special. The old hymnbook with an arched church window etched on the front and the words “Tabernacle Hymns” looked quite the same as it did the first time I saw it...
Pamy Blaine tells of a hymn that is deeply woven into her very being.
...I try to keep an eye on Jack because he was orphaned at an early age. Since I began looking out for him he has lived a fairly sheltered life. He doesn’t really know about the threats that are out there in the world. After all, he is still just a teenager and has a lot to learn but like most teens he is very independent and doesn’t think about the dangers that abound around him...
Pamy Blaine tells a delightful tale about her young friend Jack - a tale which contains a beautiful and clear message for the greedy of the world.
For more of Pamy's inspirational columns please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
...There were many small American flags at gravesites across the cemetery. Daddy and Mama talked about how those flags were placed there by veteran organizations to honor the soldiers who had served our country, many of them giving their lives to keep our country free...
Today is Decoration Day in the United States - the day when citizens remember those who gave their lives for the sake of their country.
Pamy Blaine says it is important for to teach our children and grandchildren the meaning for the observance of the Memorial Day. "In teaching them these things they will remember and in remembering pass the teachings on to their own children and grandchildren so they will know the price that has been paid for their freedom. It only takes one generation of neglect to erase valuable teachings of the past.''
...It is important to remember that Memorial Day was not declared a holiday so that we can have a long weekend off from work, go to the lake, or take a vacation. It was set aside as a day to honor those who gave their lives that we might live in freedom...
In this moving column Pamy Blaine remind her fellow Americans of the meaning and significance of Memorial Day, which will be celebrated next Monday, May 28th.
...For years, the main mode of communication was through letter writing. It was expected that anyone in the family that traveled, visited, or lived away from home would write letters to their immediate family and close friends. If family members neglected to write letters home to family and friends, they would often be reprimanded for their neglect. It was something that was expected. If someone wrote to you, then you were supposed to write back. It was a breach of etiquette not to do so.
“Don’t forget to write!” used to be the last admonishment most people heard when they waved good-bye as they left home...
Pamy Blaine says that in this age of instant communication our messages to one another are not being saved. There are a lot of notes and letters that will be lost because they have simply been deleted.
For more of Pamy's thoughts and words please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
...Rowan came into the living room wearing a fancy see through lace dress with nothing on under it but a diaper. It was obvious that the lace dress had another piece to it that was supposed to be worn under the lace part of the dress but that didn’t matter to Rowan. She was only interested in the fancy lacy part of the dress.
“I Princess” she said. “I Princess,” Rowan repeated again as she twirled across the room just in case any of us serfs and peasants had missed her royal entry...
In this heart-warming column Pamy Blaine expresses the joy of being the grandparent of an imgaginative young "lady''.
For more of Pamy's delightful columns please visit Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
...The word, “Spring”, even has a cheery ring to it that makes us feel more energetic and we long to get outside and plant something, anything, even if it is just a flower in a pot, so we don our jackets and search for signs of spring. It doesn’t take long to see the buds on the trees, the Johnny-jump-ups, daffodils, and other tips of green plants pushing through the soil...
Pamy Blaine writes an optimistic article about this most joyous time of year. For more of Pamy's verdant words please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
...Railroad companies tried to discourage non paying riders but some companies just gave up and looked the other way when people hopped aboard the freight cars because there were so many. One time I counted 95 people that were visible on the train I was riding but then we passed another train going the other way and I counted 115 on that one and those were just the ones that I could see from where I was riding. No telling how many were inside some of those cars. I guess with that many people it would be hard for the railroad companies to chase them all off their trains...
Pamy Blaine recounts the story of her father-in-law Millard Blaine, who rode the freight trains westwards during the Great Depression, desperately seeking work.
This is special. This is a vivid slice of United States history, told by a man who lived it.
Pamy Blaine reveals her new year's resolutions - and suggests some resolutions for Open Writing readers to consider.
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Pamy Blaine, in this column which captures the essence of Christmas, reminds us that the best of all gifts cannot be bought in a store.
...Although we sometimes get frustrated trying to keep up with toddlers, it is worth it all just to see the look of wonder and joy in their eyes over the simple things of life. Children cause us to slow down and discover with them the beauty that is all around us. They teach us to look closely at things like butterflies and snowflakes. They teach us to dance to music only heard by them and we are rewarded by a sticky hug and kiss. Children remind us of what is really important...
Pamy Blaine is delighted by a phone call from granddaughter Rowan, even though all she hears is jabber, jabber, jabber.
...Imagine for a moment walking toward an outdoor meeting being held in your community. As you walk up into an open field you see in the distance a rustic shelter and coming from that place you hear the strains of When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder being played upon stringed instruments or a pump organ that has been brought by wagon. A large crowd is gathering beneath bows of greenery that block out the sun, giving the place a yellow-green color as the branches filter the light.,,,
Pamy Blaine imagines the mood and atmosphere of the open-air services held by folk who had migrated south and west from America's east coast, those who had not yet had time to build churches.
Pamy's words remind us of the goodness that there is in America. To read more of her heart-warming columns please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
Pamy Blaine attends her 40th high school class re-union - and is prompted to recall the world as it was in '66.
...“Put a little bacon grease in it,” Momma would say as I stirred a pot full of homegrown green beans, and I would reach for the small Maxwell House coffee can that sat on the back of the stove. Whenever bacon was fried at our house, the excess bacon grease would be poured into that Maxwell House coffee can. The can stayed there all of the time for that very purpose and the bacon grease was later poured into a jar and kept in the refrigerator until it was needed...
Pamy Blaine recalls the days when provident mothers knew how to prepare meals that were lip-smackingly good. Perhaps there should be a warning at the start of Pamy's tasty column: READ THIS AND YOU WILL BEGIN TO FEEL HUNGRY.
"Are we there yet?'' Parents in countries around the world have heard that question when they go travelling wih children.
Pamy Blaine points out that we are all, adults and children alike, "travelling'', and love is waiting for us at the end of our journey.
"Mrs. Teagarden was a petite little lady who dressed very neatly and her outfit always included her hat and gloves, yet it was not her attire that interested us. It was her facial expressions that we watched very closely. We had to keep an eye out and watch for “the look” lest we miss it.''
Years laterr Pamy Blaine realised that look meant “I care, I want to help, and I love you. Won’t you please care, help, and love too?”
...It got very quiet and I thought perhaps Ben was finally asleep when suddenly he said to his sister who was in the top bunk, “Tegan, will you hold my shirt?”
“Yes,” Tegan replied sleepily.
I wondered what on earth he was talking about when I turned over and saw that there was a large sweatshirt stretched against the wall and Ben was clutching one sleeve and the other extended to the bunk above where Tegan evidently held the other sleeve. Ben was tugging on it to be sure he could feel Tegan holding the other end of the shirt. I presumed this was another safeguard against scary monsters...
Pamy Blaine's wonderful columns have the power to bring tears to one's eyes - but they are happy and grateful tears at goodness revealed in the world.
What can you do for someone whose heart is broken and whose world has been torn apart? Writing from personal experience, Pamy Blaine suggests that silent companionship can be the answer.
Read more of Pamy’s wonderful warm-hearted columns. They will make you feel better about yourself in particular, and life in general. Click on Pamy’s Place in the menu on this page.
Pamy Blaine tells a warm-hearted and true story about human kindness - a story to fill you with optimism and good hope.
...Mike, was out cultivating the garden with a tiller. Right behind him was our son, Jeremy, who was four years old at the time. Mike was moving the tiller very slowly in order to do a good job of breaking up the soil for planting. My son was just inches behind my husband and each time that Mike took a step, Jeremy took a step. He would carefully put his own small foot in the huge imprint made from my husband’s boot. Jeremy had to really stretch in order to imitate the larger stride of his father. Very slowly he extended each of his legs, one at a time, almost as far as his legs would go...
Pamy Blaine sees a lesson for all of us as she looks out of her kitchen window. Pamy has the wonderful gift of being able to see, and write about, the really important things in life. Read more of her warm-hearted columns by clicking on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
"...a young woman I had never seen before asked me “Do you know where the “Tar-Tar” is?” I thought perhaps it was some new fangled game or baby toy that she was talking about so I asked her to repeat the name....'' Pamy Blaine is enlisted as an all-purpose advice lady when she visits the stores in pre-Christmas stress-time.
"It seems like every time our family gets together something is left behind. When I call my children to tell them what they have left behind I am usually told, “Oh, just bring it when you come.”, “Keep it for me until I come back the next time”, or “Hey, I really need that, would you mind mailing it to me?”
But there is one more thing - the most important thing of all - which is always left behind after a family get-together, as Pamy Blaine reveals in this wonderful column.
Pamy Blaine tells an allegorical children's story which brings a timely message for all of us.
"However, one look at Momma and I knew this was almost the end of the battle. The big showdown scene was about to begin. Momma was standing there with the spoon in one hand and my coat in the other...'' Pamy Blaine tells of her childhood horror of taking "that pink medicine''.
...At the first sign of a cold Momma would call to us at bedtime, saying, “Before you go to bed, come on in here by the stove first and let me give you a greasing.”.... Pamy Blaine remembers her mother's immediate reponse to colds and sniffles. ... I don’t know if it was the Vicks VapoRub, the chicken broth, the warm cloth, or the extra love and attention that made us feel better but recover we did!...
“How was school, Ben?” I asked my Grandson after he began kindergarten this year.
“The work is too long…and there’s not enough time to play,” he replied with a deep sigh.
In this nostalgic column Pamy Blaine features one of life's most momentous events - the first day of school.
What kind of a frog are you, asks Pamy Blaine? The answer could change your life. For more of Pamy's uplifiting articles click on Pamy's Place in the menu on this page.
"The children of familes who eat meals together five or more times a week have lower rates of smoking, drinking, and illegal drug use. Teenagers are also shown to have higher academic performance. There is something to having 'a place at the table'.''
Pamy Blaine, who has that rare literary gift of being able to make people feel better about themselves and the world, writes of the huge benefits of shared family meals.
"Children soon become creatures of habit and have their own favourite things that suit their personalities and also help them feel secure... After all, you never know when you might meet up with a space alien and need to defend yourself.'' Pamy Blaine reflects on the importance of a chipped plate and a blue elephant sippie cup.
"Seeing a person sitting on their front porch was pretty much the same as an invitation for neighbours to stop by and pass the time of day...'' In this wonderfully nostalgic column Pamy Blaine remembers the days when folk made time to sit around and talk - or simply indulge in the gentle art of porch sittin'. In this frantic, frenetic 21st Century we have a lot to learn from the way folk lived then.
And do visit Pamy's Web site to hear her sing a song from the CD which she and her husband have made. There's a link at the end of this column
"...he opened up one big calloused hand to reveal a coin there in the centre of his palm. It looked very small lying alone in his great big hand. When I took the bright shiny coin in my own hand it seemed huge in comparison to when he held it in his.''
Pamy Blaine, whose columns always make the world seem a brighter place, remembers her birthdays gifts from a very special granddad.
Pamy Blaine's uplifting story about Karen, a girl born with Spina Bifida, is a reminder that all of us can one day know what it is like to be way cool.
"...My favourites were a cherry root beer or a Helen's Special. There's a story behind the Helen's Special. As I recall, there was a lady named Helen who asked for certain toppings on her sundae and everyone liked her concoction so much that it became a regular item on the menu. It consisted of vanilla ice cream covered with marshmallow cream, chocolate sauce, nuts, topped off with whipped cream and a cherry if you so desired...''
In this richly nostalgic column Pamy Blaine recalls the delights of being downtown in a small American town on a Saturday night.
In this fascinating column Pamy Blaine tells of the time when you could judge people by the hats they wore. Hats were used to express courtesy and good manners. You could "say it with a hat''.
Are there Leprechauns in Oklahoma? What is the meaning of the rainbow? For the answers read Pamy Blaine's delightful children's story. And if you have children or grandchildren, share the story with them.
Pamy Blaine brings us the second part of a delightful family story which was written for her grandchildren. If by any chance you missed part one last Monday please click on Pamy's Place in the menu on the right-hand side of this page and read it there.
Pamy Blaine brings us the first part of a delightful family story which is dedicated to her grandchildren.
Pamy, who lives in Missouri, enjoys writing stories and composing music. She writes a regular column for her local newspaper. She and her husband Michael have made a CD. The title song "I'll Walk You Home'' is about her lifelong friend who died of cancer. You can hear it on Pamy's Web site blaines.us/PamyPlace.htm
In bygone days people took great pride and a lot of time to create objects that were meant to express deep feeling from the heart, says Pamy Blane as she explains the meaning of some of those thoughtful keepsakes.
That wisp of hair inside the gilded locket strives to contian all of love's devotion and separation's pain, says Pamy Blaine's poem.
Pamy Blaine's poem expresses the delight that children experience when they dress up and pretend to be grown-ups.
Although we may have pictures of the house where we lived in childhood the search for our home place continues and we are unsatisfied, for there is a home place that is not of this world, says Pamy Blaine.
Pamy Blaine's questioning poem goes to the very heart of human love.
Pamy Blaine recalls the days when television was in black and white, and sometimes it didn't come in very clear. "I thought that it snowed in the desert until we got a better antenna...''
She also remembers cowboy codes of conduct - rules which, if remembered and applied today, could make for happier folk and a better world.
There will nver be enough of eternity, says Pamy Blaine's hopeful poem.
Pamy Blaine's moving words capture the essence of Christmas giving. Read and enjoy her column - then think of the Diana family who may be living near your home.
Pamy Blaine harks back to the days when we had slow food, not fast food. The days when food was home-cooked, and families gathered around the kitchen table to eat, with prayer and thanksgiving.
People often forget what life is like for the elderly, with no-one left to call them by their first name, says Pamy Blaine. What they need is caring folk to give them a hug.
In this delightful slice of nostalgia Pamy Blaine remembers the days when there was no telephone in her family's house.
These delightful instructions from Pamy Blaine, a truly delightful grandmother, should be printed out and pinned up on a handy cupboard door for future reference.
Pamy Blaine tells an engaging story about how she and her brother Jerry, when they were still children, negotiated a deal with Billy the horse trader.
Pamy Blaine will definitely be using her vote next Tuesday in the American presidential election - and so should every US citizen who loves democracy and cherishes freedom.
Pamy Blaine writes about good old country living in the US of A with such engaging affection that she makes you want to immediately pack your bags and go to her rural homeland to join in the good life. But you have to be bred to "country'' to truly relish the lifestyle.
Pamy Blaine watches the sun go down behind the old windmill near her Midwestern home - and thinks of early pioneers, and their search for water. Pamy's prose is evocative and uplifting.
Pamy Blaine wrote this bedtime story for her grandchildren, but adults who remain young at heart are sure to enjoy it.
Today we welcome a new columnist to Open Writing - Pamy Blaine.
Pamy lives in Missouri with her husband, Michael. She enjoys composing music and writing stories. She writes "Pam's Corner" for her local newspaper, The Edina Sentinel. She and her husband are active in their church where she plays piano and he is music leader.
They have a CD available called, "I'll Walk You Home" The title song is about her lifelong friend who died of cancer. You can hear this song on her website:
Several of her stories have been published on the internet as well as in books such as The Miracle Of Sons, 2 The Heart/People Who Make A Difference, and A Tribute To Moms. Her goal is to write to encourage others and to write stories for her children and grandchildren so that family history will be preserved.
In her first column for Open Writing Pamy writes of a famous 1870 court case involving the death of a dog.