#12 The Watchmaker

1/29/2018

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Previously Chapter #11...

Chapter #11 Angels on a First Name Basis

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"There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you." - Beatrix Potter

Pride and Prejudice Movie 2005 Millinery Shop

The first time I encountered this place/room, just walking inside took my breath away. The small room was no bigger than a storefront. A small-framed man was sitting at the back of the "shop" working on a table. I melt each time visiting this lovely suite. Stationed in the center lies a square, bakers-height table/cabinet, white painted wood with carved moldings, four drawers on each side. Hung above the cabinet there is a piece of framed latticework for display, laid and arranged with cream ribbons, white ribbons and draped antique laces. Set on the counter-top of the drawer case were different size bowls; marble urns; open metallic boxes containing pearls, diamonds, and gems, all sparkling clear. There were white on white, cream to creamy, velvet's and bows and hand beaded things. Built into the far wall to the right of the entry, from floor to ceiling, were large drawers with beautifully painted words in cursive writing identifying the items within the drawers: No handles or knobs, just slight cutaway handholds like an old flour bin. The room reminds me much of the ribbon shop (Millinery) in the movie “Pride and Prejudice” where the Bennett sisters ran into Mr. Wickam while shopping for ribbons and notions for the upcoming ball at Netherfield Park. It felt like I had been there many times, before.
Crazy fact, not months after I finished the manuscript of this book I found myself walking some very familiar paths in England.

Photo Kristen Wambach LaCock England

Arrive in Lacock village and you could be forgiven for thinking you've just entered the scene of a recent battle or turned up to meet Mr Darcy for a dance at the assembly rooms.

World war II reenactment; P 38 Lightning

We arrived at the hospitality of a pancake breakfast inside the B-17 Museum hangar. It was an onslaught of many introductions to Matt's "collecting" friends. Earlier, I had thanked the Lord for His goodness, asked His blessing on the day, had a few words regarding the weather and added, “I'll keep my eyes open for a particular Holy Spirit moment.” Matt's WWII collection; jeep, duck, and a couple of large

"International" haulers (H5) lined up in a row. Faithful herding dogs on hospitality duty, Binder stealing the show in his olive green Sargent's shirt. Situated behind Matt's display are the hardcore re-enactors with their set-up military city; tents, flagpole, cots, bedding, baseball mitts, "playing radio," supply tents and gear, authentic signs, medallions, and badges, including their attire. History well represented, girlfriends dressed as Rosie the Riveter.

"Tangerine" (on the song charts in 1941, written by Johnny Mercer & Victor Schertzinger; see fun lyrics and link on the reference page).

Living from eternity on earth. God, You are stunning! Don's mom Mary, was standing next to her beloved brother and we all hugged. She looked just like the pictures from her younger years that I had seen: intelligent, slim figured, full of wit and beauty. I noticed Harry reaching into the shirt pocket of his flight suit and then, with a grinning gesture, he handed me his wings. Through most of this encounter, my cheeks have been wet, as King Jesus unravels my heart. Heaven and earth have met with me inside the cockpit of that P-38 Lightning. I asked the Lord if "mantles" were given via marriage covenants. He just smiled at me as I said "Duh"! We do not fathom the realms of relationship and responsibility that He very much desires in our maturity. Unless He shows us, we agree and obey.
It has taken years of fighting the good fight of faith and believe in the spiritual realm He opened my eyes too. In times like these, it is difficult not to feel a bit of soulish sense of regret that wouldn't serve me very well. The humility that I am finally following through, following my scroll, using the perceptions that Jesus gave me, is worth a thousand lifetimes.
Item #6 Pilot wings added to my Valentine Window Box collage.

2nd Lieutenant Harry Dowd (Uncle Harry)

Framed and hanging in my husbands den. A familiar part of our household, I've dusted it many times.

2nd Lieutenant Harry Dowd: his & other brave hero's story is found in this book

Last of the Randolph Blues is the story of ten WWII pilots who graduated from flight school in May 1942. These were young men. Many had never traveled far from their hometowns. Now they were on the edge of the Saharan Desert suffering from hemorrhoids, poor food, cold temperatures at night, excessive heat in daytime, and always the uncertainty of surviving the next day. They lived in mostly miserable conditions so close to the enemy lines they might be, and were, killed by attacking aircraft at any moment.

July 17, 2017

This is what I was doing on July 17, 2017, the ultimate RABBIT TRAIL!!!!

July 17, 2017 Wall Drug, Americana at its best

Iowa

Skaggit and Binder traveling companions

New WWII Treasures Omaha

In the Beginning OREGON

July 17, 2017 out my window

July 17, 2017, in the rear view mirror

My Dads jeep 11th AIR Borne

A tiny Trail off the Rabbit Trail: Connecting all the little dots in the spirit takes nothing less than a “spiritual” company of help. Back in Chapter #8 Vulnerable Focus: Within the pages of the inner library encounter, Jesus and I were sitting on the face of time, He asked for the little book and had me to turn to page 93. I read, July 17, 2017, Completed. (07/17/17) Written in red. Do you remember? For those of you detailed people, you didn’t forget. One of the hidden purposes of the Lord for me to have my manuscript completed by that date was so that I would be available to take a crazy road trip with my brother Matt. Spending time with him at the reenactment open the door for an invitation of a 6-day trip to drive across country to deliver and pick up more World War II memorabilia. I completed the manuscript task well on time and was traveling that day in the heart of the US with two herding dogs at my feet, spending quality time with my brother. Make sure you catch some of the pictures on the website blog. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face. I have an unusual family and to tell the truth I blend in with them quite well. At times!