tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226248782024-03-14T01:17:04.820-05:00Papa Lyndel's blogGrandbabies... that's the whole point of this blog.
I have six grandbabies; Gibson, Haven, Hannah, Elam, Benjamin and Beau.R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-42226928366558905322012-06-18T09:42:00.000-05:002012-06-18T09:59:19.640-05:00Happy 36th Anniversary!I guess I have to quit telling people I"m only 38 years old since today is Cheryl and my 36th wedding anniversary! <br />
Wow!<br />
We never thought 36 years ago that we would live in Tulsa, Lawton, Spiro, Denver, Collierville, Martin, Whites Creek and Clarksville.<br />
I wish I had digital pictures from all of those places. That might be a good project for another time.<br />
Here is a video with "our song" playing in the background. It is made from pictures from the last few years plus a couple of old ones at the beginning. Hahaha. I get all teary-eyed every time I watch it and I'm the one that put it together.
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WKOKSZnbF3A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-2898535125215371152012-06-18T09:35:00.003-05:002012-06-18T09:35:43.252-05:00Blogging AgainI've let FaceBook take the place of my blog. It was faster and easier and I didn't have to think of much to say.<br />
But last night as I was searching for some pictures and looking back through this blog I realized this is a perfect way to keep pictures and memories through the years. So.... I'm going to start blogging again here on Papa Lyndel's Blog.R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-32006182425260085162010-09-15T16:08:00.004-05:002010-09-15T16:27:47.386-05:00No Posts for Months - Blame DISHI saw that Haley, my daughter-in-law had posted something new on her blog and she mentioned how it had been 5 months - or something like that - since she last posted. So I looked at my Papa Lyndel blog (this one) and saw that the last time I posted here was at Easter! <div><br /><div></div><div>Haley knows the reason. Dish Internet is INCREDIBLY SLOW!! It is sooooo slow that I cancelled it and had to pay cancellation fees for quitting before my contract was up. But the cancellation fee was cheaper than paying for it for another 6 months - it just all came out at once. </div><br /><div></div><div>I guess I should ask them if I get a refund for all of the days it didn't work. What days would that be? Any day with clouds that were heavier than wispy white. </div><div> </div><div>Here is a diagram that explains how satellite Internet works. This may explain part of the slowness.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/TJE5s1TZgYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ywvsCB9M7f8/s1600/how-satellite-internet-works_m%2520copy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517254460891038082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/TJE5s1TZgYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ywvsCB9M7f8/s400/how-satellite-internet-works_m%2520copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>If the only way to get the Internet was through satellite dishes the Internet would die in about two weeks. All e-commerce would come to a screeching halt. But then I guess we would be spared a lot of YouTube videos of cat's sleeping and stuff like that.</div><div> </div><div>Maybe I should have had more dishes. This would look cool out on Hickory Point don't you think?</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/TJE5txRoMTI/AAAAAAAAB2U/lRleuodhPg8/s1600/lots+of+dishes.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517254476989739314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/TJE5txRoMTI/AAAAAAAAB2U/lRleuodhPg8/s400/lots+of+dishes.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>So if you are curious about my grandchildren - which is the point of this blog - you'll have to be my friend on FaceBook I guess. I can upload from my phone on FaceBook and now and then will put up pictures of my 6 beautiful grandbabies. Even ATT with my slow "E" connection (no! they don't have 3G in the country) is a thousand times better than DISH satellite. </div><br /><div></div><div>You can always keep up with my church blog - <a href="http://www.hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/">http://www.hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/</a> </div><br /><div></div><div> </div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-74026569858185566212010-04-04T20:16:00.000-05:002010-04-04T20:16:10.373-05:00A Special Easter - Gibson's BaptismEaster is a great day as we celebrate the Risen Savior, our Lord Jesus Christ.<br />
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There isn't a better picture of Christ's death and resurrection than one of His follower's baptism. It's the perfect thing for an Easter Sunday morning.<br />
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However, this year we presented our Passion Play on Easter weekend. It's not a spritiual thing to pick this weekend, it's a Spring Break thing with half of my choir and actors gone during Spring Break.<br />
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This year in the Passion Play we had John the Baptist baptizing. I hate to give away any set design secrets, but we didn't really have the Jordan River, we had a horse trough from Tractor Supply hidden with various plants and paper rocks.<br />
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Today Gibson was baptized by His Papa as part of Hilldale's 9:45 morning worship service. (You may notice the horse trough in the pictures.)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">First I told about when I was young and became a follower of Christ at an early age. It's a very natrual thing to do when you grow up in a Christian home and you see Christ's love at home and spend a lot of time at church. Later as a teenager, with a more mature understanding of sin and a person's need for a Savior I questioned whether or not a six year old could really understand what it meant to be a follower of Jesus. So I made that decision again and was baptized again. But if you think about it, each day we need to decide that today I will live like a follwer of Christ. I don't mean we need to get "saved" again. Jesus, Himself, said we should take up our cross daily and follow him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few years later, looking back over my life at the ripe old age of my early twenties, I realized that I DID understand when I was six what it meant to follow Jesus and that WAS when I became a Christian. Jesus said we should all me to Him with the faith of a little child.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Buried with Christ in baptism.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7kgOAxynRI/AAAAAAAAFjc/f-U_POdm5no/s1600/IMG_6653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7kgOAxynRI/AAAAAAAAFjc/f-U_POdm5no/s320/IMG_6653.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Raised to walk in newness of life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7kgu0YuR9I/AAAAAAAAFjk/5hYnS2pkuxc/s1600/IMG_6656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7kgu0YuR9I/AAAAAAAAFjk/5hYnS2pkuxc/s320/IMG_6656.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7khTFdY9fI/AAAAAAAAFjs/8AEmDxXdXec/s1600/IMG_6657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/S7khTFdY9fI/AAAAAAAAFjs/8AEmDxXdXec/s320/IMG_6657.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a great moment.</div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-40932238814668452072010-03-23T13:00:00.003-05:002010-03-23T13:13:18.439-05:00Dancing with the Stars - Grani's Brithday<div><div><div><div>Grani's birthday happened to be on the first night of this seaon's <em>Dancing with the Stars</em>. Since Grani and Papa and all the grandkids like to watch <em>Dancing with the Stars</em> Aunt Haley and the kids decided it was the perfect theme for a birthday party!</div><div> </div><div>Here are the stars!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCdomzo7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/lxNxhTpt58s/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451891532048343986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCdomzo7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/lxNxhTpt58s/s400/DSC01293.JPG" /></a><br /><br />They were right! It was the perfect birthday theme.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We danced and danced.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCeDAbfVI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Gz9FlIlAFJA/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451891539135135058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCeDAbfVI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Gz9FlIlAFJA/s400/DSC01295.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>and ate pizza</div></div><div>and watched Dancing with the Stars<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCeWAbfiI/AAAAAAAAB1o/0fgIx7uL5TY/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451891544235408930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCeWAbfiI/AAAAAAAAB1o/0fgIx7uL5TY/s400/DSC01313.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>and danced some more</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCe5koNlI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kuwPIOEbWhA/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451891553782478418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCe5koNlI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kuwPIOEbWhA/s400/DSC01315.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Papa had the sexy shirt-unbuttoned look going on to match Grani's fishnet hose. It really bothered Elam. He kept saying, "Shirt open!"</div><div>The only hair gel we could find was Haven's, so that's what I used. It had sparkles in it! but I don't think they show up in the pictures. Haha. </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCfX9L3uI/AAAAAAAAB14/yesMwoBv5IE/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451891561938542306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S6kCfX9L3uI/AAAAAAAAB14/yesMwoBv5IE/s400/DSC01319.JPG" /></a></div><div>We had a wonderful evening together. Gibson said, "We HAVE to do this next year!"</div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-48585520125622612010-01-18T06:51:00.006-06:002010-01-18T07:32:15.211-06:00Putting Up the Christmas Tree<div>There's rarely any time to blog...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgUNUjM5I/AAAAAAAAB0U/XjSbNFK1bGI/s1600-h/IMG_1698.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428069351177794450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgUNUjM5I/AAAAAAAAB0U/XjSbNFK1bGI/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" /></a><br />And even when there is time it takes forever with our <span style="font-size:130%;">incredibly slow internet from DISH</span>. And if the clouds are very thick then it's even slower. And if there is rain it probably isn't going to work at all. But of course DISH says that never happens. HA! So uploading pictures of grandbabies can take a verrrrrrry long time.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgU3BM9hI/AAAAAAAAB0k/lYEXAlaV7TE/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428069362370934290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgU3BM9hI/AAAAAAAAB0k/lYEXAlaV7TE/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" /></a> </div><div>We have lots of fun on Hickory Point with the grandkids.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgUeIB58I/AAAAAAAAB0c/auBdKJjtw_8/s1600-h/IMG_1700.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428069355688683458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgUeIB58I/AAAAAAAAB0c/auBdKJjtw_8/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgVM1c3zI/AAAAAAAAB0s/4k7rbAscLVg/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428069368227225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgVM1c3zI/AAAAAAAAB0s/4k7rbAscLVg/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" /></a> </div><div>The Saturday after Thanksgiving all of the kids and grandkids were at the house so we decided it would be fun if Papa and the grandkids put up the Christmas Tree.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgTsxkRFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/F5U6fGkbb5M/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428069342441129042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RgTsxkRFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/F5U6fGkbb5M/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" /></a> <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RhQftvGBI/AAAAAAAAB00/1Gl0hecN7Jg/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428070386907420690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1RhQftvGBI/AAAAAAAAB00/1Gl0hecN7Jg/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc1DbYzqI/AAAAAAAABzs/2tL0rWkobXI/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065517411290786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc1DbYzqI/AAAAAAAABzs/2tL0rWkobXI/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc1ntD8JI/AAAAAAAABz0/WTC8OzuFQg8/s1600-h/IMG_1716.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065527149097106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc1ntD8JI/AAAAAAAABz0/WTC8OzuFQg8/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc104MiiI/AAAAAAAABz8/NDYPeNXR2ak/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065530685458978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc104MiiI/AAAAAAAABz8/NDYPeNXR2ak/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc2foWzoI/AAAAAAAAB0E/ZgVocZVWz2A/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065542161747586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/S1Rc2foWzoI/AAAAAAAAB0E/ZgVocZVWz2A/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" /></a><br />Thanks to DISH internet it took me over 30 minutes to do this post. Just sayin.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-49080464600788592562009-11-29T14:28:00.000-06:002009-11-29T14:29:29.980-06:00a Big Bunch of Littletons<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SxLZqFqcWGI/AAAAAAAABzg/-bSxfactnec/s1600/IMG_5500.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SxLZqFqcWGI/AAAAAAAABzg/-bSxfactnec/s400/IMG_5500.jpg" /></a><br />My mom and brothers and their families joined me and my family at my house for Thanksgiving.<br />We had a wonderful time together. We don't get to all see each other very often.</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-15321512606533153872009-08-25T13:02:00.001-05:002009-08-25T13:14:14.298-05:00Christmas Memories<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://localhost:2319/8e7060f752a7c23f93c9328642de3e92/image/3e532f9416774236.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2319/8e7060f752a7c23f93c9328642de3e92/image/3e532f9416774236.jpg?size=400" /></a> </div>I'm getting ready for our choir Christmas party and ran across this picture from 2003.R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-7049973714534261002009-07-10T11:40:00.005-05:002009-07-10T11:59:21.292-05:00A Visit with Shirley<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sldvve_M63I/AAAAAAAABuo/RAa8i3zzTBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0351.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873143343180658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sldvve_M63I/AAAAAAAABuo/RAa8i3zzTBQ/s320/IMG_0351.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIHvSU4I/AAAAAAAABuw/vbTIeWXMarM/s1600-h/IMG_0338.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873566599140226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIHvSU4I/AAAAAAAABuw/vbTIeWXMarM/s320/IMG_0338.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Today, Papa, Gibson and Elam all went to visit Ms. Shirley. Ms. Shirley gave Gibson his very first haircut about 6 years ago. She looks the same, but Gibson is a lot bigger! </div><br /><div>Here are some before and after pictures from today's visit.</div><div> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIpGEbAI/AAAAAAAABu4/t3qOY7slOTA/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873575553068034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIpGEbAI/AAAAAAAABu4/t3qOY7slOTA/s320/IMG_0339.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIwE9E4I/AAAAAAAABvA/sNx-crUZNVY/s1600-h/IMG_0340.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873577427440514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIwE9E4I/AAAAAAAABvA/sNx-crUZNVY/s320/IMG_0340.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwJOORZSI/AAAAAAAABvI/JcalOF7bw4I/s1600-h/IMG_0342.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873585519584546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwJOORZSI/AAAAAAAABvI/JcalOF7bw4I/s320/IMG_0342.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwZzWoBnI/AAAAAAAABvY/1ljY6XiGl_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0347.jpg"> </a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwJoY_bHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Iana8PFzVkM/s1600-h/IMG_0344.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873592543865970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwJoY_bHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Iana8PFzVkM/s320/IMG_0344.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwaZD7XeI/AAAAAAAABvg/k7jLAu5BG1U/s1600-h/IMG_0349.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873870364640882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwZzWoBnI/AAAAAAAABvY/1ljY6XiGl_Q/s320/IMG_0347.jpg" /></a>Elam was great. He only had one breakdown when Shirley asked him to scoot back a little while Papa was getting his hair cut. She didn't want him to get hair all over himself. When he didn't move Gibson "helped" him. Thankfully another sucker from Shirley stopped the crying.</div><div><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873880486764002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwaZD7XeI/AAAAAAAABvg/k7jLAu5BG1U/s320/IMG_0349.jpg" /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwajMPayI/AAAAAAAABvo/GgXx5bH1s2g/s1600-h/IMG_0350.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356873883205987106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwajMPayI/AAAAAAAABvo/GgXx5bH1s2g/s320/IMG_0350.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Gibson took my picture too. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIpGEbAI/AAAAAAAABu4/t3qOY7slOTA/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SldwIpGEbAI/AAAAAAAABu4/t3qOY7slOTA/s1600-h/IMG_0339.jpg"></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-50181352961028349852009-07-04T09:09:00.003-05:002009-07-04T09:12:24.039-05:00Birdhouses<div>WE painted birdhouses last night. The kids were very serious about their work. I'll post pictures of the finished products after they wake up this morning and we take some pictures. </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sk9jKzHtyRI/AAAAAAAABug/ODzFdl9cdgY/s1600-h/2009-07-03-2120-57.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354607519139219730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sk9jKzHtyRI/AAAAAAAABug/ODzFdl9cdgY/s400/2009-07-03-2120-57.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>and - hahaha - it's 9:10 and Benjamin and I are the only ones up. YEAH!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-52169966272554840272009-06-09T17:23:00.003-05:002009-06-09T17:29:32.373-05:00Zoo Day at Cousins' Camp<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si7hh8yjgsI/AAAAAAAABqg/8tSkVOMc4x4/s1600-h/DSC08237.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345457781105459906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si7hh8yjgsI/AAAAAAAABqg/8tSkVOMc4x4/s400/DSC08237.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>We had a great time at the zoo. </div><div>Too much fun! </div><div>No time to type details. </div><div>Hope you enjoy the pictures.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si7iJoC3t-I/AAAAAAAABqo/V5nqBq-TZ28/s1600-h/2009-06-09-1618-50.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458462731515874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si7iJoC3t-I/AAAAAAAABqo/V5nqBq-TZ28/s400/2009-06-09-1618-50.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si7hhumV13I/AAAAAAAABqY/dibeGkTeKKE/s1600-h/2009-06-09-1618-50.jpg"></a></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-90504755024627707002009-06-08T13:19:00.004-05:002009-06-08T13:27:42.113-05:00Playing in the CreekCousins' Camp is under way! The Oklahoma cousins got in about midnight. The Tennessee cousins arrived today just before lunch. <div><div><br /><div></div><div>The first thing we had to do - of course - was get out in the creek! We might not be able to move to Clarksville. The creek is too wonderful to leave.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1W7_jtXYI/AAAAAAAABqA/wkGffy-mGPI/s1600-h/2009-06-08-1309-06.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023921432124802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1W7_jtXYI/AAAAAAAABqA/wkGffy-mGPI/s400/2009-06-08-1309-06.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>Uncle Andrew found a snapping turtle under a rock ledge. Awesome! (be sure and say that with a 6 year old's tone)</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1XgMCOnQI/AAAAAAAABqI/xri54jVtvj0/s1600-h/DSC08205.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345024543256648962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1XgMCOnQI/AAAAAAAABqI/xri54jVtvj0/s320/DSC08205.JPG" /></a></div><div>Look at him trying to bite the stick.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1XgY8XZ3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/VSxqbKysdxM/s1600-h/DSC08206.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345024546721720178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Si1XgY8XZ3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/VSxqbKysdxM/s320/DSC08206.JPG" /></a></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-12398787489299726862009-06-06T15:20:00.004-05:002009-06-06T15:32:49.579-05:00A New MailboxCousins' Camp starts Sunday night after church!!! <div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQgC5XUJI/AAAAAAAABpo/By4TA5eURMo/s1600-h/DSC08192.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313156780380306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQgC5XUJI/AAAAAAAABpo/By4TA5eURMo/s400/DSC08192.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>WOOOHOOOO!!! </div><br /><div>All 6 cousins and their moms and dads are going to be here for a week. It will be so much fun!</div><br /><div></div><div>So to get ready for cousins camp Papa washed all the mailboxes, chased away ants and snakes and spiders and all such things and...</div><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQf88t0AI/AAAAAAAABpg/2Pd5mJb0QGI/s1600-h/DSC08191.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313155183824898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQf88t0AI/AAAAAAAABpg/2Pd5mJb0QGI/s400/DSC08191.JPG" /></a><br /><div>most importantly...</div><div></div><br /><div>added a new mailbox - a yellow one for Beau.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQ3wjZUDI/AAAAAAAABp4/sAD6ntFn670/s1600-h/DSC08190.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313564173258802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQ3wjZUDI/AAAAAAAABp4/sAD6ntFn670/s400/DSC08190.JPG" /></a></div><div>I had to put it on the end by Gibson's (I was putting them up in order) because 6 years ago when I put Gibson's mailbox up I wasn't thinking how in just a few years I would have 6 mailboxes!</div><div> </div><div>Notice that the flags are up! That's means there's something in there for Gibson, Haven, Hannah, Elam, Benjamin and Beau!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQgOHyyuI/AAAAAAAABpw/e6RIMSitetQ/s1600-h/DSC08193.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344313159793691362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SirQgOHyyuI/AAAAAAAABpw/e6RIMSitetQ/s400/DSC08193.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-40640111638683771792009-05-07T21:13:00.003-05:002009-05-07T21:37:24.913-05:00A Bunny on Bear Hollow<div><div><div><div><div>You'll want to see a beautiful collage if you haven't been to my Hilldale blog.</div><div><a href="http://hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-bear-hollow.html">http://hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-bear-hollow.html</a></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>I want the grandbabies to see these pictures. </div><div> </div><div>As I was mowing the back acre (which was WAAAAY overgrown - mower was broken, just got it back and then tons of rain) anyway, as I was mowing I guess I disturbed a baby rabbit nest because all of the sudden a little baby bunny rabbit took off running. I then started driving a little slower - in case there were others. Sure enough, another time around (or two) and out ran another baby rabbit.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXka8OO5I/AAAAAAAAFHc/MPCqP8uba5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273035699796882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXka8OO5I/AAAAAAAAFHc/MPCqP8uba5Q/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>This one ran just a little ways and then I guess he thought he was hidden in the grass. I turned off the mower hoping I could get up close to him and take his picture.</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXkjx9HjI/AAAAAAAAFHk/7bosF6AzHMs/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273038072651314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXkjx9HjI/AAAAAAAAFHk/7bosF6AzHMs/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I walked slowly and quietly wanting to get a closer shot.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXkt0XVzI/AAAAAAAAFHs/MuG8e9PQ-Kw/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273040767113010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXkt0XVzI/AAAAAAAAFHs/MuG8e9PQ-Kw/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>A tried my luck, walking in closer, wanting a better shot and hoping he wouldn't run away.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXlBaZ6iI/AAAAAAAAFH0/JKWRdDskioM/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273046026938914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXlBaZ6iI/AAAAAAAAFH0/JKWRdDskioM/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I was so close. He wasn't moving a whisker - holding verrrrrry still so I wouldn't see him. I could see him breathing hard. I stretched out my arm to get as close as I could for a picture. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXlbpTOjI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gSgBxmvGBb8/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273053068737074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SgOXlbpTOjI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gSgBxmvGBb8/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>I probably could have touched him! But he was so scared and I didn't want to terrorize him, so I went back to my mower and he ran off to join his brother.</div><div> </div><div>After the next time around one more baby bunny ran out of the tall grass. I guess they'll get together tonight and talk about their scary afternoon.</div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-14521834621182055992009-05-02T17:43:00.005-05:002009-05-02T18:24:51.669-05:00Woodland GardenI mentioned on Facebook the other day that I was out taking pictures of my woodland/shade garden. Sam said, "pictures! we need pictures!" So here they are. They are really gorgeous on my phone and not so great here on my computer. I'll have to see if there is something I'm supposed to do differently. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzR6aByj4I/AAAAAAAAFFk/DhwHZdcqAlI/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331366860249272194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzR6aByj4I/AAAAAAAAFFk/DhwHZdcqAlI/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Jack in the pulpit. The "pulpit" will turn purple as it matures. Our mountain (I guess it's really just a hill) is covered with them. I brought one down from the mountain and it has multiplied. I'll get better pictures. I guess I need a nice camera. (hint, hint. June birthday)</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSjz6nHYI/AAAAAAAAFFs/mwDN17OERVA/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367571573120386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSjz6nHYI/AAAAAAAAFFs/mwDN17OERVA/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Trillium. This variety has a brown "flower" and spotted leaves.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkKShtNI/AAAAAAAAFF0/MaVBmqR2sWk/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367577579009234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkKShtNI/AAAAAAAAFF0/MaVBmqR2sWk/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Nodding head trillium. Each plant has one large white flower that looks down. There are a lot of these on my mountain.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkUK5qyI/AAAAAAAAFF8/Y8jcbuQgtrs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367580231379746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkUK5qyI/AAAAAAAAFF8/Y8jcbuQgtrs/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Columbine. I gathered seed from a columbine I had in another place in the yard and scattered them in the shade garden behind the grandbabies' mailboxes. This is one that came up from seed.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSks8_wzI/AAAAAAAAFGE/U7IvzR7KZok/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367586883945266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSks8_wzI/AAAAAAAAFGE/U7IvzR7KZok/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>This is a tiny clover that has little pink flowers.You can tell how small it is when you see it in the picture below. It's there to the right of the maiden hair fern (which I also got off the mountain).<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkleAnoI/AAAAAAAAFGM/1K8ddgjMoVo/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367584874929794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfzSkleAnoI/AAAAAAAAFGM/1K8ddgjMoVo/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-36134646036110816562009-04-29T14:19:00.005-05:002009-04-29T15:03:15.418-05:00Fiddle Heads and Viburnum<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfishIyqw1I/AAAAAAAAFFE/Z1gr2LWXDHQ/s1600-h/DSC08065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199844288643922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfishIyqw1I/AAAAAAAAFFE/Z1gr2LWXDHQ/s400/DSC08065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div>I Twittered (or is it tweated?) this morning that I was out taking some pictures before I drove to Clarksville. The lighting on overcast mornings is perfect for outdoor pictures. </div><br /><div>I have several different kinds of ferns in my back yard. I bought some and I brought some down off the hill. When they put new growth out in the Spring the fronds are called "fiddle heads" because - goodness. I hate explaining things that are so obvious...</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfiyVyul7QI/AAAAAAAAFFM/KooH5-wTzoo/s1600-h/DSC08061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330206246457175298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SfiyVyul7QI/AAAAAAAAFFM/KooH5-wTzoo/s400/DSC08061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well, anyway, I thought it was a cool idea to take a picture of my fiddle with the fiddle heads. (actually, this is my viola)</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir6HCIJiI/AAAAAAAAFE0/09KoLapukrc/s1600-h/DSC08060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199173801715234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir6HCIJiI/AAAAAAAAFE0/09KoLapukrc/s400/DSC08060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>While I was out there I couldn't help but notice how incredibly beautiful my viburnum were in the overcast light. </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfisg_xe-WI/AAAAAAAAFE8/10iQoZhSDOA/s1600-h/DSC08064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199841867757922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfisg_xe-WI/AAAAAAAAFE8/10iQoZhSDOA/s400/DSC08064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>You probably know this variety as "snowball bush." </div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir5s4w_DI/AAAAAAAAFEk/6I79fzPme-M/s1600-h/DSC08066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199166783126578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir5s4w_DI/AAAAAAAAFEk/6I79fzPme-M/s400/DSC08066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I don't know a common name for this one. But since there are 150 or more varieties I suppose you can't know all of them. <a href="http://gardening.about.com/od/treesshrubs/a/Viburnums.htm">http://gardening.about.com/od/treesshrubs/a/Viburnums.htm</a> </div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir57wZkOI/AAAAAAAAFEs/b4drSaMtNQw/s1600-h/DSC08063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199170774569186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/Sfir57wZkOI/AAAAAAAAFEs/b4drSaMtNQw/s400/DSC08063.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-32065753382995419342009-04-28T09:38:00.004-05:002009-04-28T09:42:20.655-05:00Hannah and Benjamin<div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grani</span> told me to put up another post because she doesn't like seeing those snakes every time she stops by here. She uses the links on this page to get to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grandbabies</span>' blogs.</div><br /><div></div><div>I didn't have any new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">grandbaby</span> pictures so I had decided to post about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vibernum</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ooooo</span>! Sounds exciting don't you think? Probably still will, but later. So to help push the snake pics off the bottom of the blog I'm putting up some pictures that Crystal took of Hannah and Benjamin that she posted on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Facebook</span>.</div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SfcVgMz--8I/AAAAAAAABpY/rXWRtulF8us/s1600-h/3139_510806719282_220100823_30675335_6213040_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752326955531202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SfcVgMz--8I/AAAAAAAABpY/rXWRtulF8us/s400/3139_510806719282_220100823_30675335_6213040_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SfcVgCkBHzI/AAAAAAAABpQ/TqPH7ksr4ps/s1600-h/3139_510806714292_220100823_30675334_3163931_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752324204207922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SfcVgCkBHzI/AAAAAAAABpQ/TqPH7ksr4ps/s400/3139_510806714292_220100823_30675334_3163931_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aren't they beautiful! (the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandbabies</span>, not the pictures. although the pics are good too.)</div><br /></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-91188898095486186852009-04-17T14:27:00.002-05:002009-04-17T14:34:24.267-05:00The CreekWhy Papa loves his creek.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7gcsyNiVVs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7gcsyNiVVs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Why Grani doesn't.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYp7dm6wI/AAAAAAAABoo/-bCykRGDny8/s1600-h/DSC08030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744774213724930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYp7dm6wI/AAAAAAAABoo/-bCykRGDny8/s320/DSC08030.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqIldVFI/AAAAAAAABow/VJWurGHZ2G0/s1600-h/DSC08032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744777736311890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqIldVFI/AAAAAAAABow/VJWurGHZ2G0/s320/DSC08032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqAPHeII/AAAAAAAABo4/pHmI3Jba4hs/s1600-h/DSC08033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744775495121026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqAPHeII/AAAAAAAABo4/pHmI3Jba4hs/s320/DSC08033.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqSbQvSI/AAAAAAAABpA/CXjNI5npFHo/s1600-h/DSC08037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744780377898274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqSbQvSI/AAAAAAAABpA/CXjNI5npFHo/s320/DSC08037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqVVb5WI/AAAAAAAABpI/m4Hbc4NBKe4/s1600-h/DSC08038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744781158770018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SejYqVVb5WI/AAAAAAAABpI/m4Hbc4NBKe4/s320/DSC08038.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-58203577903367039722009-04-10T14:52:00.004-05:002009-04-10T15:09:27.974-05:00Passion Play Night<div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-knYT9XMI/AAAAAAAABnY/FVkYzV-4KC8/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154281023233218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-knYT9XMI/AAAAAAAABnY/FVkYzV-4KC8/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /></a> Randall came down from St. Louis with his family to see Hilldale's Passion Play. We had a great time playing together. These are pictures of Hannah and Benjamin and two of my nephews, Isaac and Asher and Aunt Christy.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-knJWRHwI/AAAAAAAABnQ/2_VIjLa9rso/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154277006384898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-knJWRHwI/AAAAAAAABnQ/2_VIjLa9rso/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-km7TrYwI/AAAAAAAABnI/CjqzFnQ4wU0/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154273237426946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-km7TrYwI/AAAAAAAABnI/CjqzFnQ4wU0/s320/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-kmpTFsHI/AAAAAAAABnA/4CuKZj1ehRc/s1600-h/IMG_0069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154268403118194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-kmpTFsHI/AAAAAAAABnA/4CuKZj1ehRc/s320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-kmdYGsXI/AAAAAAAABm4/2y2KE0Mw8vo/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154265202930034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-kmdYGsXI/AAAAAAAABm4/2y2KE0Mw8vo/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After the Passion Play we played and checked out the set.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-maKWzvfI/AAAAAAAABng/SJ95Qu_l85g/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156252962045426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-maKWzvfI/AAAAAAAABng/SJ95Qu_l85g/s320/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mbFLBNpI/AAAAAAAABn4/_84X9ffpiT4/s1600-h/IMG_0186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156268750288530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mbFLBNpI/AAAAAAAABn4/_84X9ffpiT4/s320/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mayILTiI/AAAAAAAABnw/2aFTuZZfsig/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156263638093346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mayILTiI/AAAAAAAABnw/2aFTuZZfsig/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mbesQSLI/AAAAAAAABoA/t3ZVrvxIrJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156275600574642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mbesQSLI/AAAAAAAABoA/t3ZVrvxIrJ4/s320/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mapkYeUI/AAAAAAAABno/QfpVCgau4uk/s1600-h/IMG_0171.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156261340477762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/Sd-mapkYeUI/AAAAAAAABno/QfpVCgau4uk/s320/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-51774415434455527662009-02-21T19:02:00.005-06:002009-02-21T19:16:09.993-06:00HandbellsI have birthday party pics I need to put up here, but I thought I'd put these up before I get farther behind. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>Hannah and Benjamin went with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grani</span> and Papa to the East Tennessee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Handbell</span> Festival.</div><div><br />On our way to Jefferson City we stopped to play in Knoxville.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHF7w0aI/AAAAAAAAE4g/3b0bEi2oU1w/s1600-h/DSC07757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421902312952226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHF7w0aI/AAAAAAAAE4g/3b0bEi2oU1w/s400/DSC07757.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClG33ueAI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/6x8t2l3VfEk/s1600-h/DSC07756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421898537924610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClG33ueAI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/6x8t2l3VfEk/s400/DSC07756.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Hotel rooms are tons of fun!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHXXvwvI/AAAAAAAAE4w/9PKWGMEKigE/s1600-h/DSC07759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421906993726194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHXXvwvI/AAAAAAAAE4w/9PKWGMEKigE/s400/DSC07759.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div>We went to Carson-Newman for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">handbell</span> festival. I think their mascot is the eagle.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHQ8GOBI/AAAAAAAAE44/7P5aEUM5cOQ/s1600-h/DSC07761.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421905267144722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHQ8GOBI/AAAAAAAAE44/7P5aEUM5cOQ/s400/DSC07761.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Notice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Grani's</span> new young cool glasses and hair cut!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHG8HOUI/AAAAAAAAE4o/VwW-VOYAK4M/s1600-h/DSC07766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421902582856002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaClHG8HOUI/AAAAAAAAE4o/VwW-VOYAK4M/s400/DSC07766.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>There were 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">handbell</span> choirs there!</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl6qUJJFI/AAAAAAAAE5I/2nXwuxOhoX0/s1600-h/DSC07763.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422788252214354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl6qUJJFI/AAAAAAAAE5I/2nXwuxOhoX0/s400/DSC07763.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>This bell is bigger than the kids! It's a C2.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl65V5wPI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/8A3giRzDDgw/s1600-h/DSC07774.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422792286126322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl65V5wPI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/8A3giRzDDgw/s400/DSC07774.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl6VxW8XI/AAAAAAAAE5A/X_Wsm6vPeuk/s1600-h/DSC07770.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422782737609074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMG8ySb9Ml4/SaCl6VxW8XI/AAAAAAAAE5A/X_Wsm6vPeuk/s400/DSC07770.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-59098579732730882232009-02-06T08:41:00.005-06:002009-02-06T08:54:28.160-06:00A Trip to Red LobsterMonths ago we were going to Red Lobster for supper and Hannah was in one of her contrary moods and she said, "I don't <em>want</em> to go to Red Lobster. I want to go to <em>Blue</em> Lobster." <div><div><br /><div></div><div>But last night she was in a great mood. She usually is. (I know Uncle Roger won't believe that.)</div><br /><div></div><div>Here is a video of her explaining what the lobsters in the tank were doing. Notice how when her daddy asks her something she tells him that she is telling the camera.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxEfQMQivHi52hzCTyDkxSRyCj-jjQ7DMNRP6bmyVcQlJFyRnqBJ-ecQx8c8W7K3Yo_aE89j9S7eTY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div></div><div>Benjamin was talking up a storm until I turned the camera his way. But then we were able to get him to talk about what was on his plate. I love the way he says broccoli.</div><div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIjfcF_cLujElL_kNHpbLdTuOVjg9FpCb6ugWAlW8ipzIBhmGzkfqb_xIoVDDKeCP9v1cBpZHPPWM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div>Hannah was afraid to touch the lobster, so she touched Grani's hand while Grani touched it.</div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOBExXYeI/AAAAAAAABmw/KX854wRzHr0/s1600-h/DSC07682.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299696641875861986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOBExXYeI/AAAAAAAABmw/KX854wRzHr0/s320/DSC07682.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOBLxjmlI/AAAAAAAABmo/en0nlb1_ESQ/s1600-h/DSC07683.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299696643755711058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOBLxjmlI/AAAAAAAABmo/en0nlb1_ESQ/s320/DSC07683.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Benjamin didn't mind touching it at all.</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOA33bGpI/AAAAAAAABmg/04AB59hA-rI/s1600-h/DSC07684.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299696638411610770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SYxOA33bGpI/AAAAAAAABmg/04AB59hA-rI/s320/DSC07684.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-51203207652352510292009-02-05T14:47:00.001-06:002009-02-05T14:47:29.543-06:00Imagine Spot 1 - Super Bowl Ad NBC Rejected<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c'/></object></p></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-36612974333296371122009-01-24T22:39:00.003-06:002009-01-24T22:45:59.958-06:00NOT a Good ThingI posted last Tuesday that it was a good thing to have an African-American as president. However, being a person of color is NOT enough. You can read my thoughts on my worship blog.<br /><br /><a href="http://hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-good-thing.html">http://hilldaleworship.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-good-thing.html</a><br /><br />Here's an article titled "A Dangerous Time to Be a Black Baby."<br /><a href="http://thepublicdiscourse.com/viewarticle.php?selectedarticle=2008.10.28.001.pdart">http://thepublicdiscourse.com/viewarticle.php?selectedarticle=2008.10.28.001.pdart</a>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07056006111378514715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-61145746236570049462009-01-23T06:46:00.003-06:002009-01-23T06:54:45.771-06:00Hannah Loves Papa's CameraIf Hannah sees my camera she has to take it and start taking pictures. <div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9ETqMvLI/AAAAAAAABmE/wkexnGFmw54/s1600-h/DSC07593.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294470718645124274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9ETqMvLI/AAAAAAAABmE/wkexnGFmw54/s320/DSC07593.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>She says, "say cheeeese."</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EC03hpI/AAAAAAAABls/2oo5aGeo-lM/s1600-h/DSC07584.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294470714126468754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EC03hpI/AAAAAAAABls/2oo5aGeo-lM/s320/DSC07584.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>But she hasn't completely figured out how to aim.</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EN1XjlI/AAAAAAAABl0/4Q3TyEe45Uk/s1600-h/DSC07592.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294470717081357906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EN1XjlI/AAAAAAAABl0/4Q3TyEe45Uk/s320/DSC07592.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>And usually she has her finger in front of the lens.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EQ6kJaI/AAAAAAAABmM/_Xq-sSpmX6U/s1600-h/DSC07582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294470717908460962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXm9EQ6kJaI/AAAAAAAABmM/_Xq-sSpmX6U/s320/DSC07582.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>But she has a wondeful time.</div></div></div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22624878.post-88144360224802959422009-01-20T11:41:00.006-06:002009-01-20T13:41:26.709-06:00A Good Thing<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYOA_ft1tI/AAAAAAAABk0/q7yPuqHq_3E/s1600-h/small_obama_image.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433822227846866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYOA_ft1tI/AAAAAAAABk0/q7yPuqHq_3E/s400/small_obama_image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div>It would be easy for me to make a list of reasons why I would have liked to see a different result in last November's election. As a social conservative and a fiscal conservative (you give away enough trillions and pretty soon you're talking real money) I have many concerns about congress and President Obama being from the same party that has many things in it's platform that I disagree with.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My hope is that in the years to come black conservatives will have their voices heard as well.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_conservatism_in_the_United_States">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_conservatism_in_the_United_States</a> </div><div> </div><div>But even though I have concerns, I am glad to have a president of African-American decent. Why? Because I have grandchildren who are. (Notice how beautiful they are.)</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYN_5AZ5eI/AAAAAAAABkk/7fz8_2T8cPg/s1600-h/HRDBJD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433803306034658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYN_5AZ5eI/AAAAAAAABkk/7fz8_2T8cPg/s400/HRDBJD.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>And we, as a nation, have generations of blacks who feel disconnected and overlooked and they must realize that the American dream is their dream also. I want my grandchildren - and the children of Bordeaux and Detroit and Harlem and wherever - to have black men and women who are successful and godly and strong and courageous to look up to. It is a good thing that we as a nation have elected a black man to be our President.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Benjamin doesn't know about skin color yet.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYOAVEPw-I/AAAAAAAABks/rMXO6tkTcQc/s1600-h/100_6452.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433810838340578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqJ-vpEN7-4/SXYOAVEPw-I/AAAAAAAABks/rMXO6tkTcQc/s400/100_6452.jpg" border="0" /></a> He thinks his Papa is one of the coolest people around. (He's right, of course.) I know some day he'll realize that he and his Papa are different shades, but I don't think he'll care. I sure don't. </div><div> </div><div>But I also know that someday - probably much sooner than I hope or imagine - he will experience the hatred of racism. I hear things now and see the looks and notice the whispers. I've heard many rude things said by white people about our new President because of the color of his skin. It's OK to disagree with proposed policies and ideas, but only because of a different view of how to solve a problem, not because the one offering the solution is black. </div><div> </div><div>My prayer is that an African-American president will not only inspire and encourage the black community, but that <em>ALL</em> communities will realize Martin Luther King Jr's dream of seeing all men judged by the content of their character and not their skin color. </div></div></div>R Lyndel Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699730038752877783noreply@blogger.com6