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At Rest

July 23.  Our day took a different and sad turn this morning when my father-in-law, Don Bauman, passed away. His thoughtful, steady, loyal, quiet personality will be lovingly remembered. We’ve spent the afternoon sharing our memories of this deeply loved man.


3 generations

Keith’s eulogy he gave at his father’s graveside service entitled “My Fathers Hands”

One of my earliest memories is being closely held by my father as we were preparing to board the ship USS Gaffey that was to transport us from the Philippians to the United States.  As a small child I marveled at the sights I was seeing and felt safe in my father’s hands.  I knew no harm could befall me as long as my father was holding me.

As I think about it, my father’s hands were frequently a fixture or prop in my memories of him.  I remember my father’s hands:

  • Slicing an orange with a new electric knife creating slices so thin the sun would shine through them as if they were miniature stained glass windows.
  • Honing his knives on a steel with speed and skill that he learned at his father’s side.
  • Washing my hair as I lay on the kitchen counter with my head in the sink, his hands strong and gentle as he cleansed me.
  • Holding mine as I woke from surgery. With my eyes closed I knew those were my father’s hands as they were large and callused from working in his garden.
  • Teaching me the proper way to grip a baseball bat and to throw a ball.
  • Reaching up to me, encouraging me to jump from the roof of our house into his arms, and though the distance seemed as great as a canyon, I jumped with faith.
  • Driving nails into a backyard fort for his sons in Las Vegas.
  • Whipping eggs and sugar together rapidly to make ice cream and later his hands turning the crank without pause.
  • Loading his pipe and cupping the flame around the bowl.
  • Building a push car for his sons though, at the time, his marriage to our mother was failing he still made time for us.
  • Providing humor when he put a wind up key on our small family car and pulled over on the side of a busy road to wind it up as a joke.
  • Cradling my children.

It was when I observed my father’s hands as he cradled my children that I realized the absolute love I have for my children is merely a reflection of my father’s love for his children.

There were many family and friends present and it was an unusually cool July morning.  After the service a large group of the Bauman’s spent time together as we ate lunch.


After lunch each of Don’s sons and families along with Don’s siblings’ families stood together for family photos.  Don was the last of his parents children to be called home.

July 26 we laid a wonderful man to rest. I am incredibly thankful for the memories I have with my Papaw and he will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you to everyone who offered kind words and kept my family in their thoughts and prayers. — granddaughter, Kelsey



Red Rock

We enjoyed an extended weekend of camping in Red Rock Canyon.  This is the area where Keith’s great grandfather C.E. Garee found the Caddo Maple tree as he explained in his account:

History of Caddo Maple (Acer saccharum – Sugar Maple) Hard Maple About the late twenties I found in some canyons in Caddo County, some acer saccharum (sugar maple) that did not turn brown in August, but held the sap in the leaves so they could turn brilliant red and yellow at the approach of frost. I soon began selling a few of them, but cannot trace any of them now, except one. About the mid-thirties, Howard Jenson and I spent a Saturday in one of the canyons. Howard was head of the O.U. Landscape Dept. While I was getting small seedlings to plant in the nursery for later sale, he spent the day searching out and digging larger trees to plant on the campus. If you want to see any of the 16 trees resulting from that day’s work, drive over the campus on the approach of frost. You will not need to have them pointed out. Every one will show itself.

Recently, Robert Rucker, head of the Landscape Dept. and his foreman, Joe Peters (now deceased) have planted a lot of them and have grown a small nursery of them near the south edge of the grounds.

I have dubbed it “Caddo Maple” to distinguish it from hard maple from any other source, which up to now, have never failed to brown and lose their beauty in August. — C.E. Garee, Ed Garee’s Stories, page 13

Interestingly, the canyon is the only remaining site of native Caddo maple trees.  I think it’s fascinating to retrace the steps of our ancestors.

This canyon area was a stop on the California Road and there are wagon wheel ruts still visible.


We enjoyed visiting a local museum, walking around the canyon, a relaxing campsite and hotdogs cooked on the outdoor grill.


The entrance/exit is quite steep and winding road and our truck did a great job pulling our trailer.


The pie cooked up a memory

When I told my Dad about the baked apple pie and a cherry cobbler that Keith made for us to enjoy as part of our July 4 meal he immediately recalled how, as a child, cherry was his favorite pie.  Dad said that he must have really loved it because his dad sang “Roly Poly Daddy’s Little Fatty” to him although when he sang it he changed the pie to cherry.  Dad told me that my grandpa played the record and had a big stack of other 78rpm records he listened to as well.

“Roly Poly” was first recorded by Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys in 1946 when my Dad was 8 years old.  All photos of my Dad as a child show that he was stout and healthy but not overweight.  While the title of the song isn’t very flattering, the song is actually about a a very active boy who eats continuously to keep his strength up.   I’m confident that my Grandpa found the song endearing.  Here’s the song with the lyrics below the video.

Roly Poly eatin’ corn and ‘taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly gnawin’ on a biscuit
As long as he can chew it, it’s okay.

He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes everything from soup to hay
Roly Poly daddy’s little fatty
Bet he’s gonna be a man some day.

Roly Poly scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly eats a hearty dinner
It takes lots of strength to run and play.

Pulls up weeds and does the chores
And he runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Roly Poly daddy’s little fatty
Bet he’s gonna be a man some day

Keith’s cool July 4th apple pie triggered a memory and now I know another tidbit about my Dad and my Grandpa.

2015Jul04_0022Update:  My Dad responded to this post by adding “Memories! I can’t tell you how many times that song has played in my mind.  I loved my Dad! He taught me so much without me even knowing he was teaching me. I wish for every child to have such a Dad!”  And my Aunt said “I remember Daddy singing ‘You Are My Sunshine’.”

It’s set

My Mom’s headstone was set earlier this week and I finally had the opportunity to visit the cemetery April 11.

In one of her speeches and in a letter for her grandchildren (my kids) on their 18th birthday she said “In this river of life, your mission is to uncover your song (not just discover it, because it’s been there all along) and once you uncover it, sing it for all you’re worth. When the river of life joins with the sea of eternity – the sea will not be complete without my melody and yours.” She hunted, collected, assimilated and wrote words to uncover and share her melody and it remains alive.


Saturday, April 11, 2015


My brother bought some chickens and now he and our Dad are building them a chicken coop. The fun part of my day was watching my brother and our Dad work together while I played with my Dad’s new full frame camera.



Saturday, April 18, 2015

Christmas Week

Wednesday, December 25, 2014

2014Dec25_0007This morning I used my Mom’s snowflake coffee cup and enjoyed a new flavor of coffee (a gift from my son) and an almond biscotti biscuit (a gift from my daughter).

Later as my Dad and I were standing in the hallway, my eyes were drawn to that coffee cup sitting on the kitchen counter.  This is photo that captures what I saw. I see an image of a heart formed from the shapes of the cup’s handle and the handle’s shadow. Interestingly, the shadow side looks as if it is someone’s thumb and finger joining the handle so that the two parts (spiritual and physical perhaps) create the image of a heart.   “All is Well” my Mom said and continues to say this Christmas Day, which also marks one month ago that she died.

Another point to consider is that earlier that morning my Dad and I were talking about the power & symbolism of numbers, specifically 3 & 7.   So, it was amazing that when I was trying to determine which of the photos to use, only photos named 2014Dec25_0003 and 2014Dec_0007 were in focus.  The one included above is my overall favorite, number 7.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 27, 2014

20141204_0031I placed an ad on Craigslist 21 days ago to sell my mom’s piano, which was a gift to her from her mother in 1966. I’ve been quite worried about getting it to a good home. Last night I received a text that opened “My name is Charissa and I am looking for a piano for my daughter to play at home…Sincerely Charissa” She made arrangements with me to pick it up today.

When I woke up this morning and saw all the snow I fully expected to hear that she would not be coming, however; I was wrong. Charissa came, in the snow, and bought the piano as a gift for her 10 year daughter.

There’s more back story I want to share so you too may appreciate the significance this has for me and my family.

One day many years ago when my mom was going through some difficult times a beautiful cat came to her door wanting attention. My mom took the cat in and deliberated over what to name her. She ultimately chose to name her Charissa because the meaning of the name is grace (free, unmerited favor of God).  Later when my grandma moved in with my mom my grandma and Charissa became quite close.  This was fascinating because Grandma didn’t care for cats, however; Charissa won her over.  Charissa died in 2009 after having been a comfort in my mom’s home for 17 years.


This image name is : Charissa-IMG_1696_007

Sunday, December 28, 2014

This morning I was working on the photos I took Christmas Eve when my family come to my house.  One photo in particular interested me because I observed the similarity of the positioning of my dad’s and brother’s hands and the manner in which they held them was similar.  As I was looking at the photo I was thinking about the fact that this was my first Christmas without my Mom.  It was then that I noticed that I had unknowingly included a photo of my Mom in the photo.  Then I started thinking about whether I was reading way more into the possibility of Mom comforting me even though she’s no longer living.  I opted to move on to a different task since I wasn’t able to resolve that in my mind just yet.

My next task involved listening to music.  After planning my Mom’s memorial service I became keenly aware of how little information I have gathered to help others when I die.  So, I decided to open up my iTunes and identify some of my favorite songs.   Of course, the songs I’ve listened to recently are those identified in an album labeled “Donna’s Favorites”.   The highlighted playlist was “Donna’s Favorites” yet the song playing was “I See The Lord” by Matthew Ward, a song I haven’t listened to in years and not in my Mom’s favorites.  I thought it was odd and couldn’t figure out why it was cued up.  Regardless, I fully listened to the song.

Here’s a youtube video with Matthew Ward singing this song.  For me, the images in this video interfere with the music so I play the video and close my eyes or read along with the lyrics instead. 

Here are the lyrics:


I see the Lord seated on the throne, exalted
And the train of His robe
Fills the temple with glory
And the whole earth is filled
The whole earth is filled
And the whole earth is filled
With His glory



Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy is the Lord



I see the Lord seated on the throne

 My takeaway from listening to this song at this time is that God is showing me that He is present and that my Mom is with me as well, helping to comfort me.

Storyline and Serenade


My recent photo of the figurines that stand about 2.5 inches high by 1.5 inches wide.

Just a few months after my grandmother died in July 2007 my mother took pictures of several items around her house and wrote down a few quick notes about the items.  As my brother and I recently went through our Mom’s house after her death, her notes and photos were a useful resource.  Here’s the note she said about her memory of these figurines:

I took pictures of Mother’s things so you would know what things might be important to keep.  All the figurines were things I played with when we lived in the big house in Gainesville so I assume they were things Mother bought for the house on Hardin Drive, though they could perhaps have been earlier than that. I treated them like dolls and had a storyline to go with them.  I also played with her records at the same time period: two of my favorites were “Donkey Serenade” with Alan Jones and “Pistol Packin’ Mama” (totally dissimilar in style).


It was on Friday

It was another tough day but it was an important day.  Friday, December 5, 2014 was the memorial service for my mother.  The words, images, friends, flowers, music, church, Mom’s things, family all came together for my mom.


My brother requested that Mom’s wood plaque that is in the shape of a lyre and says “Praise The Lord” be used as the center piece for the flowers he ordered. I love it and think it’s perfect for Mom.


Thanksgiving 2014

Thanksgiving 2014 was two days after my Mom died unexpectedly.  The funeral home and church were closed so there was little that could be done to plan the next steps.  We opted to stay true to our family tradition and count our blessings by enjoying one another’s company and Thanksgiving Day food.  My husband posed in the kitchen to attest to the Thanksgiving aftermath.


The Garee Present

In my mailbox this week was the November 4, 2014 edition of the The Observer III, which is a local newspaper for the three very small towns of Lexington, Noble, Slaughterville in Cleveland County, Oklahoma.  On pages four and five is a big spread in the Echoes From the Past section that highlights content on my blog about my husband’s Garee family.   The past is a present from C.E. Garee and Elizabeth Bullard nee Garee.

20141108_0004Here’s a link to some of the Garee blog posts on my Relative Storyboards site.

Quarter of a Century

We met at a Halloween party and this year we spent some time on our anniversary shopping for a costume for a Halloween party we’re planning on attending this year.  Our cat was not nearly as thrilled as we were.


September 23, 2014, our 25th wedding anniversary

To commemorate our 25th anniversary I combed through all of our photos and choose just about every one that had both of us or one or both of us with one or both of our kids.  The printed book will be arriving soon and I sure hope I like it.