Nonnie's Observations

as you can perceive, rain has puddled on my deck with leaves reflected always a pleasure to link to James' Weekend Reflections

ev'ning sky gives praise to the birth of Leannah, my great-granddaughter! linked with pleasure to Tina's Ein Stuck Himmel #93

Un­known au­thor, 7th Cen­tu­ry ( Con­di­tor al­me si­de­rum ); trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by  John M. Neale  in the  Hymn­al Not­ed , 1852. Creator of the stars of night, Thy people’s everlasting light, Jesu, Redeemer, save us all, And hear Thy servants when they call. Thou, grieving that the ancient curse Should doom to death a universe, Hast found the medicine, full of grace, To save and heal a ruined race. Thou cam’st, the Bridegroom of the bride, As drew the world to evening-tide; Proceeding from a virgin shrine, The spotless Victim all divine. At Whose dread Name, majestic now, All knees must bend, all hearts must bow; And things celestial Thee shall own, And things terrestrial, Lord alone. O Thou Whose coming is with dread To judge and doom the quick and dead, Preserve us, while we dwell below, From every insult of the foe. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One,

in the olden days photographers sought clients at their domiciles My parents moved to Muncie, Indiana at the end of WWII, when rental housing was sparse. My momma told me that Daddy would get in line around 4 a.m. seeking a place for us to live. This decrepit apartment house was to be our home till something better was available. However, my mother kept  her concerns locked deep inside till I was older and she shared how frightening it was to have two small children living in such a place. If I'd had a camera  back then, one would see the wonders my mother wrought in the inside of this humble abode! I think that Momma must have saved money for quite a while to have this photograph taken. my sweet 3 year old brother I didn't notice the pup till I scanned this photo. It must have belonged to the people in the downstairs apartment. linking with pleasure to Jane's Vintage Weekly