Tell Me A Story: Kristin

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Thursday, April 7, 2016

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN

Mary Marcia

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

TODAY...is April 7....one day before my daughter, Kristin's birthday.

Each year I call and also email Kristin the story of her birth.

I was inspired by Billy Crystal's real-life-mom's early morning birthday calls to her son. Billy featured his mom's birthday calls in the movie, City Slickers.

Here's my birthday letter to my firstborn this year.

April 7, 2016

Kristin,

(With thanks to City Slickers movie dialogue that inspired my annual pre-birthday phone call/email.)

You will be 528 months old tomorrow, April 8, 2016.

I remember the day before you were born: April 7, 1972.

My water broke in the early morning while I was still in bed.

The next door neighbors (Jennie and Ray) at the townhouse heard me yelling through the thin walls - before your dad woke up. He thought I wet the bed.

The doctor's office advised me to stay at home.

My mom, (Mema) came over, and so did Granny Lucille.

Mema cleaned our townhouse.

Granny Lucille made pies.

That's just what they did.

Twenty-four hours later - I went to the hospital.

My regular OB was out of town, and a horrible doctor took his place. Even the nurses didn't like him.

Your head came out while the doctor was hiding out in the doctor's lounge.

Mema banged on the door of the doctor's lounge, and warned him: "If you don't come out and deliver my first grandchild - then I'll do it, and send you the bill."

It was too late for the epidural.

Your dad almost missed your birth when he went home to feed the cat, Billy Jack.

You were born April 8, 1972 - totally bald - with the Norwood nose.

I wondered how I carried you for nine months, and you came out looking like his side of the family.

I fell in love with you immediately.

You will be 44 years old tomorrow, April 8, 2016.
You are a wife and mother, but you will always be my little girl.

I love you,

Mom

My three beautiful daughters:
Sarah, Kristin, and Faith.

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

Thursday, August 6, 2015

IN THE MARGIN

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

I opened my Bible this morning

to the book of Psalms,

and began reading Psalm 1.

My handwritten notes

in the margin of my Bible

caught my attention.

I like to write notes in the margin of my Bible

during my own Bible study time,

and also when I'm sitting under the

preaching and teaching

of GOD's anointed pastors and teachers.

The first note I wrote

in the margin

was a question to GOD

from me:

"What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see your reflection?"

The next note:

"Christmas Carol 1982 -

A body hast thou prepared for me"

is a reference to a Bible quote

on the Christmas song and card I created in 1982.

One note is a quote

from one of my favorite pastors,

Dr. William O Poe.

Instantly I was transported back to 1976.

Dr. Poe's voice echoed throughout the auditorium

and fell on me as I sat in a white pew

at Waldo Avenue Baptist Church

in Independence, Missouri.

"The whole earth is held in His power

by a delicate balance."

Bro. Poe

The quote

in the margin of my Bible

that made me smile and cry

was not in my own handwriting.

The note near the center of the fold of my Bible

was in my daughter, Kristin's handwriting.

"I love you, mom! Love, Kristin"

My beautiful daughter, Kristin,

used my Bible to study a scripture

she memorized: Psalm 1.

Kristin drew a rectangle

around Psalm 1 as she studied it in my Bible,

and my precious little girl wrote a love note to me

in the margin of my Bible

that thrills my heart and soul

just as much today as it did 30 years ago.

"I love you, mom! Love, Kristin"

My firstborn

is now Dave's wife,

and mother

to Joshua, Emily and Caleb.

Joshua, Emily, SANTA, Caleb, Dave and Kristin at Crown Center 2013.

The words from Psalm 1

that Kristin hid in her heart as a child,

continue to guide her and me,

and the next generation of our family.

Psalm 1

BLESSED is the man

that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,

nor standeth in the way of sinners,

nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight

is in the law of the LORD;

and in his law

doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree

planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;

his leaf also shall not wither;

and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The ungoldy are not so:

but are like the chaff

which the wind driveth away.

Therefore the ungodly

shall not stand in the judgment,

nor sinners

in the congregation of the righteous.

For the LORD

knoweth the way of the righteous:

but the way of the ungodly

shall perish.

The Holy Bible

King James Version

What's in the margin of your Bible?

Thanks for stopping by!
Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

TODAY...is April 7....one day before my daughter, Kristin's birthday.

Each year I call and also email Kristin the story of her birth.

I was inspired by Billy Crystal's real-life-mom's early morning birthday calls to her son. Billy featured his mom's birthday calls in the movie, City Slickers.

Here's my birthday letter to my firstborn this year.

April 7, 2015

Kristin,

(With THANKS to City Slickers movie dialogue that inspired my annual pre-birthday phone call/email.)

You will be 516 months old tomorrow, April 8, 2015.

I remember the day before you were born: April 7, 1972.

My water broke in the early morning while I was still in bed.

The next door neighbors (Jennie and Ray) at the townhouse heard me yelling through the thin walls - before your dad woke up. He thought I wet the bed.

The doctor's office advised me to stay at home.

My mom, (Mema) came over, and so did Granny Lucille.

Mema cleaned our townhouse.

Granny Lucille made pies.

That's just what they did.

Twenty-four hours later - I went to the hospital.

My regular OB was out of town, and a horrible doctor took his place. Even the nurses didn't like him.

Your head came out while the doctor was hiding out in the doctor's lounge.

Mema banged on the door of the doctor's lounge, and warned him: "If you don't come out and deliver my first grandchild - then I'll do it, and send you the bill."

It was too late for the epideral.

Your dad almost missed your birth when he went home to feed the cat, Billy Jack.

You were born April 8, 1972 - totally bald - with the Norwood nose.

I wondered how I carried you for nine months, and you came out looking like his side of the family.

I fell in love with you immediately.

You will be 43 years old tomorrow, April 8, 2015 - and you are a wife and mother, but you will always be my little girl.

I love you,

Mom

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

Tell Me A Story

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Thursday, April 7, 2016

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN

Thursday, August 6, 2015

IN THE MARGIN

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN

AMERICA'S STORYTELLER, Marcia Norwood