MY MOTHER'S NOTEBOOK: TIME PASSES & YESTERDAY FADES

 Time Passes & Yesterday Fades
 As much as we enjoy remembering days and places how easily it is to forget God's role in our past.  Time passes, yesterday fades and we are consumed with the present because that's where we are now.
How important is it to recall what God did for me when I lived in Mexico.  It is so refreshing to be reminded of what God did for our family in those earlier days.
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For protection:
I spent my childhood days romping around the mountain filled with pine trees, spaces of winding paths, open windy patches and random spots of neatly hoed corn rows dotting the country side.
 The town center below and the cottage-like-huts with spirals of smoke also dotted the mountain side.

The Town Center Below

 My childhood pleasures were many, though so simple, a little girl today would think it boring. We played with dolls, built houses of scrap lumber and branches from trees. We climbed trees, waded in tumultuous brooks and rivers and played briefly in deep quiet pool along the way on trips to visit other villages. Many trees and bushes bordered the thin trails we took.
 My home had none of the modern conveniences that we deem necessary now days.

>For provision
The following:
Edited & summarized from the note book as that was our life in Mexico.

We had all the necessities of life.  We didn't have electricity.  By kerosene lamp we read.  We listened to the news on the radio when the battery was not dead.
Our dresses, pajamas, aprons, and curtains were made from the print chicken feed bags, sewn on a treadle sewing machine.
We ironed our clothes with a charcoal filled iron.

Back Side View of House-Tile roof

We did not run to the doctor with each scrape and fall. (In an earlier post I described an incident that occurred when my brother broke his leg.}
We never knew we were poor.
Since we didn't have it, we didn't need it.

Our Adobe House-Front View