There came unto him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head, as he sat at meat.


Thursday, April 2, 2015


Few of us respect or think about the fact that firefighters and law enforcement personnel lay their lives on the line every day for the good and protection of the general public-meaning you and me-we are the general public.
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Yesterday I watched the services for firefighter, FAO Daryl Gordon. He had been a firefighter for 30 years, he was a husband, a father and active in his community. 
he died in the line of duty in the early morning of Thursday,  March 26, 2015 but in that line of duty he helped save 12 lives that morning. The other firefighters said the smoke was so thick they couldn't see. They had to crawl around to find the residents. FAO Daryl Gordon fell down an elevator shaft in the chaos. 

I had the news on that morning when the announcement was made that a firefighter had been injured but everything stopped short of that till later when it was revealed how critical the situation was.

The tributes yesterday were very fitting for the service of this honorable man. Thousands of people lined the streets of Cincinnati, hundreds of local firefighters were a sea of blue and firefighters from all over the country came to Cincinnati to cover the duties of local firefighters attending the services. 

Then three days after the fire that claimed the life of Daryl Gordon, a video captured another firefighter falling through the roof of a burning building. He is burned over 65% of his body with 3rd degree burns and fighting for his life. 

He is Captain Pete Dern who has served his community for 25 years.  
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Many have dedicated their lives to this work, many have lost their lives to this work and this all hits home because my brother, Jim, retired a few years ago from the fire service. He became a firefighter after his stint in the Air Force to then serve as fire chief in several cities and retire from the Roanoke, Virginia department. 

His son, Bobby, followed in his footsteps to also become a fireman. 

In all those years I just never thought about the every day danger that is in this profession. A thought that has run through my mind occasionally is why anyone would choose to go into a job that sometimes in one of the most thankless jobs there is but as someone said about FAO Daryl Gordon yesterday-he loved it and Jim and Bobby love it, too. 

You know, I always wondered about that brother of mine-don't let this cool, distinguished looking photo fool you, I grew up with him: 
Jim had a wonderful career and is enjoying retirement to the max and we thank God for that. He is seeing his grandchildren grow and flourish but that is something Daryl Gordon will not be doing and maybe not Captain Pete Dern. 

Won't you join me in praying for these and all our other protectors because that is what they are-protectors-and for their families who are in much grief and pain.

1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Psalms 23:1-6

God bless and keep you and all of yours
Carolyn Wainscott

Monday, March 23, 2015


These aren't the thoughts I started with this morning, the piece I thought I would be writing today but in looking for photos I came across a poem I have been looking for. I have a way of hiding things from myself and seems spend half my time looking for them. Try as I may, being organized isn't one of my best talents, in fact it isn't a talent of mine at all, especially when it comes to filing information on my computer. 

I put things in folders but then forget how or when or category-whatever! The photo I was looking for didn't appear but my poem jumped out at me from the external hard drive I keep excess files. I have been looking for it in a notebook where poems, clippings, etc. are kept, it wasn't there, on a cd that it was supposed to be on but can't access for some reason and in every other place it could have possibly snuck into. I couldn't remember when I wrote it but my copywright  says 2000.

When I can't find something it niggles me in the back of my mind till I find it so this niggle can go away now and I suppose this is what was to be done today:


What do you think when you think of success?
Do you think as the world, if you have nothing less
than fast, showy cars and designer dress
and live on the hill so you can impress
all the right folks with your style and finesse.
That you are a failure and filled with distress
because a plain house down the block is all you possess,
a tee time's a luxury for you don't have access
to the country club and your life's empty unless
you're at the top of the heap in your own business?

What do you think when you think of success?
Would you give it some thought and may I suggest
that you think on The Man who gave us His best?
For though He had little just His nearness
gave sight to the blind, hope for the hopeless.
His goal that we may have life at its fullest
meant a sacrifice no one else could accomplish.
Even nailed to the cross bore us no bitterness
was abandoned by most to His own emptiness.

So, what do you think when you think of success?
If you'll think on The Man you'll surely confess
your way of life can be your greatest success,
sharing with those who have so much less,
giving a child a kiss and caress,
treating others with love and fairness,
being content with God's awesomeness. 
think on The Man who's our LORD, the purest and finest
for when you have Him, you don't need all the rest. 
copywright 2000

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Romans 5:8 

May God bless and keep you and all yours
Carolyn Wainscott

Thursday, March 19, 2015


This morning as I was waking, my nephew, Keith, was on my mind. You see, he is yet another of our family's miracles. He is a giant of a man but his heart is larger than his body. He is my sister, Shirley's, son.

On Mother's Day weekend 2010 we were having a gathering in honor of our mother for her 90th birthday and of course, Mother's Day which was to be on Sunday. Our brother, Jim, and his wife, Shirley, were coming in from Roanoke, Va. We were having dinner at Shirley's home on Saturday with the family then unbeknownst  to Mom, there was a big party planned for the following day with extended family and friends. 

Len and I were halfway to Shirley's when she called and she said, "Carolyn, there has been a change of plans. Something has happened to Keith. Can you go to the house and take care of things there, Jim and Shirley will be there soon". She is always thinking of someone else and I don't know how in the world she kept as calm as she did. She had just seen her son in a heap on the floor being worked on by the life squad.

Keith had gone down in his home and the life squad was rushing him to Bethesda North Hospital. At that point she couldn't even explain how bad things were. Did she need for me to come to the hospital with her-No, she needed me to go to the house, Larry, her husband would need someone there also even though his nurse was there with him. 

Jim and Shirley arrived, the news kept getting worse about Keith and someone had to go get Mom and tell her-I had to go tell her that her grandson was critical. As Len and I drove to get her, Shirley called, worse news, she had just found her daughter-in-law crumpled on the floor, they had told her Keith probably wouldn't make it. I made it in Mom's door and went down at her knees, finally was coherent enough that she could understand what was going on. We took her to Shirley's, the family was gathering. 

Updates on Keith were not good-he had to be resuscitated on the operating table-surgery is continuing-still in surgery-had to be resuscitated again-this went on for hours. Every time a call came in we gathered in prayer circled in that living room. If he made it through the night, he might live. 

Keith's esophagus and stomach had ruptured spilling the contents throughout his body and that was a big body. He is 6'8" and at the time weighed about 380 lbs.

Yes, Keith is another of our miracles, he told the doctors in the ER that they had to save him, he had his four children he had to live for. 

On Mother's Day we were together again with our original plans since so many were coming for Mom's surprise party but Keith was still our main focus. Thinking about him this morning, the video taken that day came to mind. Of course, none of Shirley's family were there so it seemed half our family was missing. They were all at the hospital for Keith except his dad who has had strokes and was at home in the care of his nurse. 

it is a miracle that he lived initially through the rupture of his stomach
it is a miracle they could get him to the hospital
it is a miracle that a team of the best surgeons in Cincinnati were gathered at the hospital at the time Keith was brought in-on a Saturday
it is a miracle he could be resuscitated at least 3 times during surgery
it is a miracle he lived through the night, then the next day and the next and the next
it is a miracle that instead of being in ICU for 5 to 6 weeks as predicted by the doctors  that Shirley brought him home in 2 weeks.

He has seen his daughters graduate high school and  going to college and now his boys are getting ready to finish school. 

He is able to work but it isn't a cake walk for Keith. He has digestive problems, has to watch everything he eats, his business is not as it was but we are grateful, yes, we are grateful.  

Here he is now with wife, Pam

 their children-Kyle, Alysha, Gracen, Kenny

 Keith, Pam and boys, Kenny & Kyle

Shirley with Kenny & Kyle

 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
Heb 11:1 

We thank God for His care and keeping. When one is on my mind as Keith was this morning, I have to share.

May God bless and keep you and all yours
Carolyn Wainscott

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


Niece, Debbie, asked me to transfer some vhs tapes to DVD a couple of months ago of her twin girls when they were born.

On my mind sense looking at the tapes as they were transferring were the miracles that were captured and how great it was to be able to see after 15 years how great God is. 

Debbie and her husband, Chris, had to wait 8 years before they became pregnant with their first child. Several months into the pregnancy they were told the baby would not survive but the pregnancy continued for over 3 months.

Baby boy, Ross, lived only 5 hours. That was Spring, 1999. 

Several months later Debbie and Chris found that they would be having another baby and wonder of all wonders, there were two. Complications put Debbie in the hospital 3 months before the due date to keep an eye on the babies then a early delivery had to be done because one of the baby girls was in jeopardy. She was receiving no nourishment and when she was born the umbilical cord literally fell away. 

July 6, 2000-Summer and Sierra came into this world. Sierra weighed 2 lbs. Summer weighed in at a hefty 3+ lbs. 

and here they all are on a recent vacation-Chris, Sierra, Debbie, Summer

The girls will be 15 years old on July 6. They are two of this family's miracles that we thank God for. 

 Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;
Eph 5:20 

May God bless and keep you and all yours
Carolyn Wainscott

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

LORD, when saw we thee a stranger?

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: 36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. 37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? 38  saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? 39  saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? 

Yesterday many hearts were touched by a request on one of my online craft sites. A young mother asked for a remembrance to be made of her baby girl she had lost prematurely and she had included photos she would like used. The baby's  name is Harper Lynn. She weighed 14 ozs. and was 10 inches long.  She lives in Oregon. I'm sure the responses came from all over the U.S.

There was a great response including condolences for her loss including my own and still today responses are being posted. In fact, I just checked the request, someone had asked for the baby's name, etc. and they were just posted so have included them.  

Artists and crafters offered paintings, drawings, jewelry, quilts, pillows, sketches-many at no cost. Several shared their own experience of losing their own child.   

This outpouring online to a complete stranger sure beats the continual, heartless news that bombards us daily. 

Watching this generosity yesterday unfold also prompts me to write of other circumstances I have watched via online requests on a local yard sale site that I had the thought of sharing but hadn't gotten around to it. 

During one of our snowstorms, a young [my perception] woman, asked for someone to come get her out of a snow bank, she had no money so couldn't call a tow truck. Several people jumped in with suggestions for her to call but one young [I know, I saw his photo]  man  immediately responded and went to pull her out. A complete stranger-that is wonderful. Several commended him but he just said he was trying to be a good example for his daughter. His facebook page shows him with his daughter. What better example could she have?

Requests for enough formula for their baby to last until some could be purchased on payday, immediate help with a move, a young single mother's need for housing for her and her children, job requests-have all been responded to positively. 

Oh, there were negative responses such as "how did you get in that condition to begin with" but overall strangers stepped in.    

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Matt 25:34-40

May God bless and keep you and all yours
Carolyn Wainscott

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Monday, March 16, 2015


Several days ago I was wondering what to post here, opened the current journal I'm using and the perfect thought jumped right off the page at me but as the morning passed nothing was written. That happens often, too often. Not getting done what God is leading me to do-sharing my  Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

But I'm not alone, Paul wrote many years ago:
15 For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I
Romans 7:15

Not that that excuses anything. Paul witnessed from a cold, dank prison, in great hardship and here I am in a nice cushy chair, in a nice home, letting things distract me to the point of not using what is available to me when I have been so blessed with so much. 

So, here goes, days later and hours after planned even today:

My current journal was given to me by my sister, Shirley. It is Blessings for a Woman' Heart. It isn't written into every day as has been my habit in the past. That is another thing I need to get back to. I have it dated 3/11/2015-5 days ago, today is the 16th.

The day's title was "A Blessed Example" 
3 The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; 4 That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, 5 To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.
Titus 2:2-5   

The day's thoughts were by Fanny Crosby from her "Memories of Eighty Years". She told of her grandmother who was a firm believer in prayer who called her to her old rocking chair in the evening where they kneeled and prayed together. Here is the poem she wrote:

Grandma's Rocking Chair 
There are forms that flit before me,
There are tones I yet recall;
But the voice of gentle Grandma
I remember best of all.

In her loving arms she held me,
And beneath her patient care
I was borne away to dreamland
In her dear old rocking chair. 

"My Hero" is about my Granny @ 

I am now a great, grandmother, I have my rocking chairs, in the family room, in my room and on my front porch. I hope when my grandchildren and my great, grandchildren think of me they have the same fond thoughts as I do about my grandmother. 

Many have the opinion that I rode in on a dinosaur and my archaic outlook is not relevant in today's world but I will still stand by Titus 2:2-5. Well, let me back up here a little bit about that "obedient" part-oops just dodged that bolt of lightning. 

 I have been looking for several years for photos but couldn't find any in any of the albums any of us had of Granny's home. Just a few weeks ago by happenstance, I was sent photos of my Granny's front porch with her rocking chairs. The same chairs she sat in and watched us play in her front yard. There was a sense of being protected and watched over-may my younger generations have that same sense as they can look up onto my front porch and see me watching them play in the front yard. 

My Granny's Front Porch

May God bless and keep you and all yours
Carolyn Wainscott

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015


I received a message concerning my last post, March 9, 2015, on the Bible Explorer software telling me the link kept sending her to what seemed to be a different site. 

I checked it out, even downloaded the program just to make sure and to make sure I wasn't giving wrong information and sure enough it was a different software from the Bible Explorer that I'm using but it does have the same features. It is Word Search Basic. There are also free books you can incorporate if you wish so I chose a few that may come in handy for me-Bible characters, history and maps. 

However, I don't like much change and will be using my Bible Explorer for every day. I thought maybe that wasn't available anymore so searched "Bible Explorer 4" and yippy ky yeh, my old program came up and is available for you to check out. 

6 Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. 7 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. 8 The Lord is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed. 9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.
Psalms 28:6-9 

This morning I was reading back over my last year's journal, same time frame. My supplications were much the same as this morning's, different names but most of them had been answered as asked, some not. It dawned on me that I should bring attention to prayers answered because so many of them seemed to have been forgotten.

May God bless and keep you and yours today and may you have favor in everything you do and everywhere you go
Carolyn Wainscott   

Monday, March 9, 2015


Shortly after I got my first computer in the mid 90's--and for my smarty pants kids and grandkids, that is the 1990's, not 1890's--I bought a Bible Explorer cd. It had to be rather cheap or I wouldn't have. Even with my limited computer skills it was easy for me to use.

That Bible Explorer cd took me through another computer or two but finally was incompatible with the newer upgrades and to my chagrin,  I couldn't find another updated Bible Explorer cd in my searches. I bought several other programs, ordered another one or two but none suited. 

A year or so ago it dawned on me to do an internet search and lo and behold, there it was and GLORY it was free! Don't you never think this old gal didn't download that baby immediately. 

Things have to be very simple for me. You see, I am not a Bible scholar, I don't have tons of Bible verses committed to memory even though I should so when I am writing or studying I spend a lot of time searching for just the right verse or topic or word. I know what I'm looking for, just need to find it to make sure it is quoted perfectly.

In "search" I poke in a couple of words that my feeble mind remembers may be in the verse I want and every verse in the Bible they are in pops up.

When I find what I'm looking for, if I want to quote the verse[s] in the piece, I highlight the area, "copy", take it to the piece and "paste".  This saves the time of typing the whole thing or trying to read from the Bible and keep losing my place if my eyes go crossed from jumping from page to computer-but that's just me.

I used my Bible Concordance for years but this is so much faster and simpler that I passed it on. 

Yesterday the thought of passing on the information about this program occurred to me. The Bible Explorer people don't have a clue who I am, I'm not getting any kudos from them in any way. 

Just my way of sharing something that helps me a great deal and thought it may help someone else. 

May God bless and keep you and all yours as he blesses and keeps me and "All Mine"
Carolyn Wainscott

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. 17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
John 3:16-17 

[see I just went to Bible Explorer, brought this passage up, copied and pasted it here and it took all of about a minute] I love this program!

Friday, March 6, 2015


When I learned that my friend, Esther, had been put in ICU with double pneumonia I decided to go pray with her. 

At times she couldn't talk for coughing and choking. We had to call for a breathing treatment at one point but her concern wasn't for herself. She said one way or another she knows where she will be. Her concern is for her family. 

We talked of waking in the middle of the night with one or the other so heavy on our minds we had to pray immediately and of discovering later why the urgency. We shared our hopes and dreams for our children -the highest on our list is where they will spend their eternity, how they are living their lives.

She said someone asked her once how you can pray "without ceasing" and she said "How can you not when your heart is breaking?" 

A winter storm was coming in so I had to leave but it was sweet visit, besides, she needed to rest. She was to have a procedure done that afternoon to help clear her lungs. If not for the storm my visit would have been later in the day and I might have  missed getting to talk with her. 

For some reason yesterday and this morning, I looked back in last year's prayer journal. Exactly a year ago, my prayers were much the same. Prayers for safekeeping, good favor for "All Mine". A prayer for a safe delivery of great, granddaughter, Kenzley, in a few days. I had also written that it was 0 degrees, the same as today. It's the same in previous year's journals-petitioning the Lord for this one and that one for whatever the need, current happenings locally and worldwide to remind me of the time frame. 

Today there are 20 miles of people on a highway who have been stranded for over 16 hours in Kentucky where there was 2' of snow. That fact will be on today's page in today's journal with today's concerns, today's blessings and today's thankfulness.

I pulled this poem from my notebook yesterday. This post was planned to be written then, not this morning. The poem was written several years ago, it isn't dated as I usually do.

I offer my life as a prayer
that each day others will see Jesus there,
that the Samaritan in me shows them I care,
that I will help someone their burdens to bear,
that with those You send me my sweet Jesus I share,
that I will keep loved ones from Satan's dark lair,
that nothing I do gives You cause for despair,
that to You I am daily a breath of fresh air-
I offer my life as a prayer. 

17 Pray without ceasing. 18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
1 Thess 5:17-18 

The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
James 5:16 

May God bless and keep you and yours today, and may you be safe and warm
Carolyn Wainscott

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015


I woke this morning with the thought of sharing the baptisms of some of our family. My photos and videos are some of my most precious things. I record just about everything. I couldn't find other photos that have been taken so went ahead with what is available. 

Mother and son, Cathy and Ryan, were baptized together-isn't that super. Cathy is my niece, my sister, Shirley's daughter and Ryan, of course, is her grandson. 

My grandchildren, Erica and Daniel, were baptized at the same time. They are first cousins. We all attended Pisgah Heights Baptist Church in West Chester, Ohio and took part in Bible School & Sunday School plus the Passion Plays by the Drama Ministry. 

How I would love to have photos/videos of all our baptisms through the years. All have taken place in a church except one.

Youngest grandson, Travis, had made arrangements from college to be baptized when he got home. He had been in contact with his friend, Patrick Lanman, pastor of Olive Branch Baptist Church, near Vevay, Indiana. 

Plans had to be changed from a regular old baptism in church due to my husband's health. Trav wanted his Papaw, the man who had raised him, to be at one of the most important events of his life. Pat's church brought out a portable baptistry on that Saturday morning, set it up and filled it so it would be ready that afternoon. Several of our family came out to be with us including Len's sister, Iretta, who was also quite ill. 

Len was already becoming unresponsive but we know he knew what was going on. He had been there for Trav's whole life and he was present in those moments, too. He passed away two days later. 

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Prov 22:6

I took my children to church, then my grandchildren and now my great, grandchildren. Seeing one accept Jesus Christ as their Saviour is the joy of my life.

May God bless and keep you and yours
Carolyn Wainscott

Friday, February 27, 2015


As in many families, addictions-alcohol, drugs, gambling, etc.-have had a lot of impact on mine. 

I wish I could nullify, blot out all the damage addictions have caused. I wish I had all the money that is down the drain-not just the cost of the "have to have" but all the fines, fees, loss of work in the aftermath. 

Sometimes it takes years to dig out of the hole we dug for ourselves and our loved ones and sometimes we never get completely out. Then there are the effects on our health, the destruction of our bodies.


I guess the reason for this kind of "rant" is this poem I ran across the other day that I wrote several years ago. It isn't dated so my best guess is 8-10. At this time there are still consequences being paid from the actions of that time-health issues, deaths, monetary.


It "just" started with such little things,
"just" a little sneaking round, "just" little disobeyings.

"Just" ignoring God's very own commandments,
"just" not putting God first, "just" not honoring his parents.

"Just" trying that very first cigarette,
"just" not thinking he'd have to look back in regret.

Then the "justs" just got easier and crazier-
just to have more fun to feel just a little jazzier.  

So then he had to try "just" a little smoke
"just" for that higher high he craved when he awoke.

And "just" to intensify his mood, "just" help him think
he began to add "just" a little drink.

Now, he's lost his home and family, sees life with disgust
at all the destruction caused by "just" those "little justs".

It is "just" Satan's greatest fairy tale, "just" his biggest piece of fiction
that all those "little justs" wouldn't destroy him with addiction. 

If he's "just"stood on God's Word, kept all His commandments
he'd have found his true need was "just" God's love, God's peace and God's contentment. 

May God bless and keep you today
Carolyn Wainscott


Monday, February 23, 2015


This falls in the category of things I want my children to know.

In all the boxes and albums of full of photos there is not one of my Granny's home where my brother, Larry, and I were born in 1940 and 1941. I know, I have been searching. There are photos of the front yard, of us playing and posing when we were children but not one of the home. 

When I was two years old and Larry a babe in arms, Mom and Dad came to Cincinnati because there was no work in or around Emlyn, Kentucky. Dad had just gotten out of the CCC project and needed a job to raise his family. A few months after we came to Cincinnati, they went back and brought Granny to live with us but we kids went back with her to spend summers. The height of our day was the train going by every afternoon. The railroad track was just across the road. I also went to the one room school in Emlyn for a time. We were well watched over by Granny, her sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Sarah and Cheek Alder who still lived in the house, as they sat on the front porch in their rocking chairs. That is one of my fondest memories-glancing that way from our play to see them sitting there. So fond that I have rocking chairs on my front porch and hope that my great, grandchildren will remember me in my rocking chair watching them play. 

To tell you how long I have been wanting a picture of that house-over 20 years ago, my husband and I were returning from a trip to Gatlinburg  coming up I-75 which runs behind Granny's old  home place. The fact is, when the interstate was built, it split Granny's property in half and took the middle of her land. We drove around through Williamsburg to Rt. 25 that runs through Emlyn so I could get a picture but the house was no longer there. 

The house was built before 1920 by our grandfather, Tom Crockett.  We have the receipt for his purchases to build it.

A couple of weeks ago my sister, Shirley, got a phone call out of the blue from a gal we don't even know. She had been given Shirley's # by a relative in Emlyn. She is researching her genealogy. We are probably distant relatives. She emailed Shirley some photos and lo, and behold, there is Granny's home-the one I was born in along with some other photos that we have along with others we don't have. 

I don't know who anyone is here yet-the banisters weren't on the porch when we were growing up.Larry said the photo was probably taken in the 50's. Am going to try and find out who had the photo originally.

the back of the house-Granny cooked on a wood burning cook stove with a warming oven on the top. I thought there was a tiny room on the back that had a well. It had a cylinder shape that was on a pulley that was dropped down into the well and drawn up for our water. it would have been where the right screen door is. 

we already had these photos but they are handy so here they are-this is our Granny holding cousin, Kenny, son of George with my sister, Shirley, brothers, Larry and Jim and me.
This was probably taken in Granny's front yard. The house in the background would be the Rains' home. 

this was taken in 1918 we think at the side of Granny's house. She is in the first row, left. She is holding George, Mom's brother, Raymond, her older son is at her right, with Tom just behind her. We didn't know some of the people in the picture but we do know now from the email Shirley received. 

This is our grandfather, Tom, holding George. the photo was taken the same day as the above group photo and looks like on the front porch.Shirley has the original in her front hall in its old frame.

 So, I finally have pictures of where I was born in such a roundabout way it is uncanny. I love it. I can't wait to see what else we might find out. 

So, thank you, Janis in Tennessee for sharing all this with us. 
Carolyn Wainscott

Thursday, February 12, 2015


It was in the 20's yesterday and our furnace and heat pump were being replaced so the house got a little cool. My son, Jeff, has been so aggravated over the furnace situation last winter and this. Repairmen have been out several times, replaced parts, put more freon in-just patching it up to keep it running. It was probably the original  furnace when the house was built and I was aware when we bought it 1 1/2 years ago what we were getting into.  I told him I couldn't get upset over a furnace when there is so much else going on in our world. I am just thankful to be able to get my house warm.

I thought about calling this piece "When Disaster Strikes" but a disaster is losing your whole home to flood or tornado or financial hardship, a disaster is losing a loved one-especially as we have witnessed in terrorists killing for the whole world to see, a disaster is having your family hungry and not being able to do anything about it. Those are disasters, a furnace biting the dust when it can be replaced is not a disaster. 

Now I don't have a money tree in the back yard with $100 bills for leaves that we can go out and pick, neither did it rain pennies from heaven yesterday and we did have to scrape [I do mean scrape] some $ together but we had a home owners warranty that will take care of most of the expense so we aren't so hard hit.  

I have been accused of living in denial at times, well, a lot of the time because I choose to try and look at the bright side of things-at how much worse things could be, at how much more others are going through, at how very blessed I am. 

As I sit here at my window writing this, it is snowing and the temperature is dropping but my home is nice and warm. Each time a repairman came out I could pay for the repair. Yes, there were other things I would rather have done with the money-buy more fabric, shoes, clothes but I could take care of the necessities. 

So here I am living in denial again, looking at the bright side of having dodged the bullet of having to pay for a major repair out of my Social Security. 

And as I sit here at my window, watching the snow, I am choosing to look on the bright side of being 75 years old with good health, a cancer survivor twice over, in my nice warm home with food in the pantry and clothes in my closet and thanking my LORD and Saviour for all my blessings.

Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; Eph 5:20 

God bless and keep you
Carolyn Wainscott

Psalm 23
David's confidence in God's grace
A Psalm of David.
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Psalms 23:1-6