Friends, it's amazing how the tragedy of the loss of my Bible cover has so quickly dissipated. What has caused my sadness to flee, you ask? Well, it is the overwhelming pride that has filled my heart over the quick thinking and acting of my son, Tom Jr.
You see, we were at a church ice cream social last night to welcome back our Pastor who has been on sabbatical in the Netherlands for some much needed time away with his family there. The junior choir had just sung for us and Brother Van Oosterhert was making his way up to the front to share a message in music. He came late and had apparently just eaten an olive burger, so had popped a Wilhelmina peppermint into his mouth. Well, wouldn't you know - that peppermint lodged in his throat and he began to choke. But oh friends, thanks to my son, Brother Van Oosterhert is still with us today. My Tom Jr. wasted no time in running to the front of the sanctuary and performing the Heimlich maneuver on this dear man who by this time had turned a horrid purplish color. His poor wife, Jeanne was just beside herself at the organ, but as soon as the peppermint came flying out of Roy's mouth, Jeanne wasted no time in breaking into an impromptu performance of the Hallelujah Chorus. (She really has quite a way with the Hammond.) The peppermint unfortunately hit our youth pastor in the back of the head, but no injury there, praise the Lord.
I am just so tickled with my boy! The Ottawa Advance has already contacted us about doing a feature story! I may have to run to Meijer and pick up a nice new sportshirt for him ... I'm quite sure they will want to take pictures.
Anyone else have a bragging story on their children? I would love to hear them!
Blessings,
Bonnie
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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Well Bonnie, you do deserve to be proud of Tom Jr.! I will be watching the Ottawa Advance for his featured article! It reminds me of the time my Margareta was featured on the front page of the regional section of the Holland Sentinel. She was practicing for the Junior Klompen Dancers tryouts for the Tulip Time festival. Mayor McGeehan was there and agreed to be one of the judges to select the team of up and coming Klompen dancers of the future who would perform on the center stage at the Tulip Time opening show. So there he sat at the judges table…. And Margareta was dancing next to another young girl, Analiese. Well, Analiese kicked a little to high trying to impress the new mayor and wouldn’t you know… her wooden shoe just flung off her foot, flipped through the air, and hit Mayor McGeehan right in the forehead, it bled like a stuck pig, and we know how bad stuck pigs bleed! At any rate, my Margareta took her costume apron, the one that I hand embroidered in a nice blue delft pattern, and went up to the Mayor and stopped the bleeding with her apron! She knew first aid from her health class at Jenison Christian that year. The next day, there she was…. On the front page of the regional section of the Holland Sentinel right there with the mayor! It was so precious. She isn’t real pleased that I scrapbooked a whole page on the incident, I guess she didn’t like the picture of her was of back side and not her pretty freckled face... But I knew it was her because I designed and hand made her Klompen Dancer outfit myself!
You know, Bonnie… isn’t your Tom Jr. just one year ahead of my Margareta in school? I just think the two of them might hit it off with their heroism in common, don’t you think? I mean, once you hit the papers, well, you know, the fame is hard to live with. I mean, you just don’t know the likes of people who will just go after our famous children, we have to be careful. It’s like that Paris Hilton girl, she started to show up in the papers and look where that got her! Oh dear… so much to worry about.
Well, I seem to be rambling on once again. That happens when I talk about my family you know.
Your dear friend HannahRuth
Wilhelmina peppermints have too many carbs...and besides, dont they have foul language in them? Wil"hel"mina ? That pastor of yours probably had a little GERD from eating that olive burger, or conviction from the mint.
As far as children's stories, my Hanna saved last years women's Christmas luncheon when she caught the plate of spiced apples before it landed on the lap of Judy Vanderthighs and ruined her new homemade christmas jumper. It was quilted on the bodice and hemmed mid-calf. Good thing that Faith Glupker could not see much from the podium. Her prayer that evening went for 20 minutes, and having such a ruckus would have caused another 15 minutes of blessings.
I meant to tell you I changed my hair a bit! I like having the flexibility of a headband, and the versitility of a barrett at the crown of my head in back of my bangs, so I decided to try something new. A perm! David gave it to me by following the directions on the box. We ran out of rollers, so we had to fudge a little and not do part of the back. Oh! The beauty of a good barrett!
Cathy Jan here...I seem to have forgotten my password! I take credit for the anonymous comment above. Oh dear. Too much Boone's Farm...
Oh thank the Lord! Here it is in my purse...
someday i hope to have such a wonderful story to tell about my son or daughter. for now i'm using the blessing of singleness to serve the lord more fully. praise to jesus.
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