Good morning! May your Advent and Christmas season be blessed and creative! What a find! Jessica Vincent fondly remembers embarking on frequent thrifting trips — at secondhand stores, yard sales, flea markets — with her mother as a child. It’s a habit she retained into adulthood, and one that on Wednesday turned into a six-figure windfall for the Richmond, Virginia native (and the art and design auction house Wright), when a glass vase she purchased for $3.99 sold for over $107,000.
I especially liked reading the article/obituary about your mentor and professor Liefeld. Thank you for sharing about such a man. I am such a birder, so the words about their songs was music to my heart. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Thanks SO MUCH for rhis note about Walt Liefeld!! Walt was there and willing to stick up for us women in the 1980s - 1990a when few evangelical males took us seriously. He was kind, he was supportive, he risked on our behalf. God bless him now in "glory." Alice Mathews
One freezing morning a peasant came across a little bird lying in the road. It appeared to have frozen to death, but the peasant placed the bird in a fresh, steaming cow pie in hope that the heat would revive the frozen bird. The heat worked and the revived bird, buried up to its neck, began a full-throated song of praise. A wolf heard the song, found the bird and ate it. Like every Russian folktale this one has a lesson; three, in fact. First, the one who puts you in it is not necessarily your enemy. Second, the one who gets you out is not necessarily your friend. Finally, when you’re in it up to your neck DON’T SING!
I especially liked reading the article/obituary about your mentor and professor Liefeld. Thank you for sharing about such a man. I am such a birder, so the words about their songs was music to my heart. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Thank you for your Saturday meanderings.
Today’s is very touching with the woman and her grief and her story. I have friends who do the same grief process.
So sorry for your loss as well of your mentor.
Scot, I loved your tribute to Liefeld, whom I didn't know/never had the privilege of meeting. May his—and your—tribe increase.
Thanks SO MUCH for rhis note about Walt Liefeld!! Walt was there and willing to stick up for us women in the 1980s - 1990a when few evangelical males took us seriously. He was kind, he was supportive, he risked on our behalf. God bless him now in "glory." Alice Mathews
Singing birds - A Russian folktale.
One freezing morning a peasant came across a little bird lying in the road. It appeared to have frozen to death, but the peasant placed the bird in a fresh, steaming cow pie in hope that the heat would revive the frozen bird. The heat worked and the revived bird, buried up to its neck, began a full-throated song of praise. A wolf heard the song, found the bird and ate it. Like every Russian folktale this one has a lesson; three, in fact. First, the one who puts you in it is not necessarily your enemy. Second, the one who gets you out is not necessarily your friend. Finally, when you’re in it up to your neck DON’T SING!