Small Isn’t All Bad – Less Is More

I love books. I love reading. I have actually read all night long when I was reading a novel I just

couldn’t put down! This shows a portion of my collection of books. I have favorite authors, of course. Grissom, Blackstock, Rivers, Williamson, just to name a few! Glen Williamson was my dad! I have all his books!

I’ve now reached the age I didn’t really think would ever arrive! Old Age! I need to downsize! Oh no, does that mean, get rid of my precious books?

I’ve done it! I’ve downsized my books! I’ve given many away! Some to family, some to friends here,  some to friends in far away places!

There is an organization that takes Christian books and makes them available to missionary workers and families. Christian Resources International is where boxes and boxes and boxes of my books, for all ages, went! It wasn’t so hard to give them away when I knew they were going to people who would read them and love them and be helped by some of them and who couldn’t, otherwise, get them! And they’ll be going all over the world!

I no longer have my book shelves in my reading room. I no longer have my reading room! We’ve moved the shelves upstairs to the loft. So here is my reading corner!

I even had room for some antique games and toys from Jerry’s childhood days. A Roy Rogers coloring book! Monopoly, a jar of Marbles, Dominos, Tinker Toys, and a game of Conflict. The beautiful doll was a gift from my daughter, Pam, years ago, but not an antique yet! The parasols are from Taiwan.

New Library

So the downsizing has begun! My books, for the most part, are alphabetized by the author.

Book case 1 These are  some antique books I can’t part with. Some are: Dick and Jane readers, I started out learning to read, in Des Moines, Iowa. Jerry and Alice readers, Friendly Village and If I Were Going, I had in Covington, Oklahoma.

Jerry made this bookcase when he was in high school in the early 50’s! On top of the bookcase is the Singer sewing machine my mother received as a gift when she was a teenager. She made all my clothes and my sisters on this machine! A darning bulb is beside the sewing machine. Mother taught me to darn socks with it! Today, of course, we throw  holey socks away and buy new!

Having grandchildren, I have to save some of my kid books. I gave a lot of them away but I kept some favorites. Most of them were my own kids books when they were young.

The Bremen-town Musicians I have read to all of my grandchildren. They got to hold the statue of the Rooster, Cat, Dog, and Donkey while I read the book to them. They loved it and begged to have me read to them over and over!

So, the next stage of downsizing needs to begin. Oh dear…


Fun Loving Dad

My dad was a baby,  Scan_Pic0108  who started out racing with the doctor! Dad won! The doctor arrived at the Iowa farmhouse after he was born! My dad was a boy, who lived on a farm until he was ten, then his dad retired, built a house in town, Scan_Pic0006 and Dad became a city boy. You can see their  1916 Saxon, which my Grandpa bought brand new!  My dad was a brother, the youngest with six older siblings. My dad was a college student until the financial crash in 1919. He was going to be a lawyer!

My dad was a cook’s helper and later a chef. Scan_Pic0103 Dad’s the cook in front.

He was a husband 3905_1067392805078_6714086_n and a  daddy. Scan_Pic0107 He was Dad 45 a minister, pastor, evangelist, and a writer, Scan_Pic0254 He published 13 books!  And he was an executive.

My dad was an actor! He portrayed B. T. Roberts, Glen as BT Roberts the founder of Free Methodism.

My dad was a world traveler, having traveled to various countries in four continents: North America, South America, Europe, and Asia. Because of all his experiences and knowledge he was bestowed an honorary Doctors Degree of Letters!

Then he became a student again, earning his BA and his MA at age 70!

In all of these roles. he still loved to have just plain fun. Scan_Pic0127  This was in the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago! Dad & Mother relaxingDad and Mother relaxing in the park!

He walked me down the aisle and gave me away. Wedding June 13 '59 001  Then he walked up onto the platform and married Jerry and me! wedding-day J & AGo-cart0098  Here he’s having fun riding my son’s go-cart! Anita & Jerry Merry-G-Round 79 Portland0001  He’s riding a Merry-Go-Round! Scan_Pic0059  He’s letting Annie drive his scooter!  Yes, I have many fond memories of my dad. He was a man with a mission…who loved to have fun! He lived four days shy of his 96th birthday. I loved my dad.

My Dad…Part V

“Someday, when the kids are grown, I’m going to take you around the world!” This statement, I remember hearing Dad say to Mother, back in the middle 40’s, finally came true! Scan_Pic0107  This picture was taken in about 1945. I’m the young girl between Dad and Mother. Richard and Lorraine are standing, Billy is on Mother’s lap.

Their first trip, in 1961, was an exciting six-week trip to Europe. Dad was Scottish-Irish; Mother was full-blooded Norwegian, so of course they went to Ireland and Norway.   They kissed the Blarney Stone in Ireland! In Norway, they visited relatives who still lived on the farm that had been in the family for centuries! They also went to The Netherlands, Sweden, Switzerland, and France.

Coming back home to America they traveled by ship! It was a great ending of a great experience for both of them. Dad was invited to preach on Sunday! It was an unexpected thrill for him.

The next few years had many changes for Dad and Mother. They moved to Colorado where Dad was Conference Superintendent of the Colorado Conference of the Free Methodist Church. They lived in Canyon City and Denver. He wrote several books during that time.

Then they moved to a lovely retreat home on Horn Mountain! He became editor of the magazine: Sermon Builder, a widely used magazine for pastors and church leaders. At the same time, he wrote many articles, stories, and several books. Frank and Hazel, The Adamson’s of Kibogora in 1972 published by Light and Life Press; Repair My House in 1973 published by Creation House;  Geneva and On The Brink by Geneva Sayre with Glen Williamson) in 1974 published by Light and Life Press; Born For Such A Day, The Amazing Story of Western Evangelical Seminary in 1974 published by Le Sabre Press; The Doctor and Geraldine in 1975 published by Church Extension Service, Inc.; Gonzalo of Mexican Missions in 1976 and Brother Kawabe in 1977 published by Light and Life Press.

They traveled to Assisi, Italy where they researched for the book, Repair My House, a biographical novel of Saint Francis of Assisi. Repair my house was a command God had given to Francis concerning the Church. Dad and Mother stayed in a guesthouse run by four Franciscan Sisters of the Atonement. The nuns it interesting that an evangelical minister was writing a book about a Catholic saint and gave valuable assistance to the production of the book.

Other countries they went to for the purpose of researching for books were Japan and Taiwan. “Brother Kawabe”, “Geneva”, and “On The Brink,”

On the way to Japan, they had a layover in Hawaii. They took in a luau and went to see Pearl Harbor. Then on to Japan where they were entertained by Dr. Lavern and Lois Snider. It was a dream come true! They met and ate with new Japanese friends, visited several Free Methodist Churches, and attended a Japanese wedding! Dad was able to do a lot of research on his book, assisted by Dr. Snider.

Taipei, Taiwan was next on the itinerary. They were met by James Taylor, Jr. Then they flew on to Kaohsiung where they were met by Carolyn Winslow and Dorothy Raber. They visited Free Methodist Churches and met wonderful pastors and lay people. One day they visited a heathen temple which made their hearts ache for people who haven’t heard of Jesus. Harry and Ruth Winslow took them to a wedding in Mutan, a mountain village! At a conference meeting of pastors and missionaries, Dad was the speaker, with the conference superintendent as his interpreter.

They took a train back up north to Taipei. It was an excellent way to see rural Taiwan. Rice, sugarcane, pineapples, oranges, bananas, soybeans, cabbage, watermelons, papaya, and persimmons were in abundance. James, Jr. and Leone Taylor and Wilma Kasten met them at the train station. They all enjoyed a delicious Chinese dinner and a good visit. Wilma was their hostess that evening and the next day, before their plane took them to Hong Kong.

John and Ruby Schlosser met them in Hong Kong and showed them all around the large city, explaining cultural ways and the church, as they went.

What a fruitful trip this had been for Dad and Mother. Not only did they meet with missionary friends, they made new friends, explored new cultures, and accomplished lots of research for the books Dad was writing.

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To be continued…





Learning To Read

I began school in Des Moines, Iowa, attending Nash and Kirkwood Schools. With their system, at that time, because my birthday is in October I started school in January. Dick and Jane were the books I learned to read with!  IMG_0273  FullSizeRender (97)

We moved to Covington, Oklahoma the summer of 1946. I was ready for my second semester of second grade. But with their system, everyone started school in September. My parents had a decision to make. I could either skip a semester and move up to third grade or repeat a semester and stay in second grade. This affected my older brother and sister, as well. It was decided we should all repeat a semester.

That was a good move for me! I was the best reader in second grade! Mrs. Wilcox was my teacher and I became her helper! When we were having silent reading, if a boy or girl didn’t know a word, they would put their hand up and I would go to their rescue! I knew all the words! No, I wasn’t smarter than the others, I was simply a little bit ahead!

No more Dick and Jane! Now I had Jerry and Alice! Friendly Village was my second-grade reader and If I Were Going was my third-grade reader. I still have them today!  IMG_0278  FullSizeRender (100)  If I Were Going was especially interesting to me because it took us to a lot of countries around the world! Another favorite textbook from 3rd grade was my geography book, I still have it too!  IMG_0277

Another huge difference in the school systems was that in Oklahoma books were purchased, not loaned! The first day of school in Covington, after enrolling the three of us children, my family stood outside the school building. My parents were in shock! They had to buy our books! The problem was moving there had taken all their money! They were broke! A new friend, Bro. Kegan, saw their frustration and came to their rescue, by giving them money to purchase our school books, about $20.00!

I have always loved to read. This fact explains why today I have a reading room in my house!  FullSizeRender (95)  This is only a portion of my books! ?????????????????????????????????????  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  This last picture is of the books written by my dad, Glen Williamson. FullSizeRender (93)   So now you know where I got my love for reading and writing!

Good-bye Lorraine

Two years ago today was the memorial service for my sister, Lorraine. She died on September 4, 2012, so unexpectedly. I was in shock then  Lorraine D & Anita A and am still in shock today, two years later.Lorraine & Dog This is Lorraine and her little dog that she loved. She had written on a sheet of paper the song Just A Closer Walk With Thee so it was sung as a solo by a student of Christine who is a music professor and Lorraine’s oldest daughter. It was a beautiful service. Richard, my brother and I both gave tributes. Two of her daughters, Rhonda and Linda, also gave tributes. A poem was read, by a granddaughter, that was written by Lorraine’s youngest daughter, Sonja. I was privileged to read a poem Lorraine wrote and had published.


I started at age five.

Buttons from my mother’s sewing box, my first students.                                                                                                                                                             In rows, according to size, round,                                                                                                                                                                                                       eager eyes seeking mine; they recited.                                                                                                                                                                                               At recess, in circles, they played games,                                                                                                                                                                                       color and design making each unique.

Our spice cupboard, another classroom.                                                                                                                                                                                        Tall children in back: Sage, Saffron, Cayenne.                                                                                                                                                                   Standing on a chair to reach the shelf,                                                                                                                                                                                                 I told them stories and read them poetry.                                                                                                                                                                                     Ever obedient, they were always there                                                                                                                                                                                          when I opened the classroom door.

When I was eight, the children were alive,                                                                                                                                                                           gathered from neighborhood families.                                                                                                                                                                                      School was year-round.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Our garage, the summer classroom;                                                                                                                                                                                                   In winter, beside the furnace in our basement.                                                                                                                                                                         Desks and chairs made from old crates.                                                                                                                                                                                              I taught them of Columbus and Sacagawea,                                                                                                                                                                                 How to add and subtract;                                                                                                                                                                                                                   We read Dick and Jane,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Made time for recess.                                                                                                                                                                                                                             We dismissed school only when the last child                                                                                                                                                                             Was called home to dinner.

More difficult my years in real school;                                                                                                                                                                                     Paperwork, test scores, hall watches, parents, principals,                                                                                                                                                           Old math, new math, their math, phonics, no phonics, phonics, sex ed., nuclear ed., no to drugs.

Thank God for the staple, the children.

I’m retired now.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Thought I’d enjoy resting and reading, maybe golf or tennis.                                                                                                                                           Instead, I find some boys next door                                                                                                                                                                                               Who need help with homework.

Sixty years so far, my teaching career.                                                                                                                                                                                            Not planned, not agonized—what shall I do with my life?                                                                                                                                                     Buttons, spices, neighborhood, real school, after school.                                                                                                                                                      Where students are, there I will be.

I am a teacher.

Lorraine Drougas

Her memorial service was held in Augustana Lutheran Church, which had a large bell. It was rung every time there was a funeral or memorial service. Two of her grandsons, Joe and Sean, got to ring the bell. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  I took a picture of the bell too, but wouldn’t you know it…it didn’t turn out! If you stop and listen…you just might hear the bell ringing, dong – dong…

After the service there was a very nice luncheon put on by Lorraine’s four daughter’s, Christine, Rhonda, Linda and Sonja. There I got to meet some of Lorraine’s friends. She had written a book for children. It was published a few months before she died, thank goodness. The woman who did the art work was there and her two children who had inspired at least two of the stories! I was privileged to meet them!  Book 001  So…two years and I’m still grieving. I loved Lorraine so much and God loved her even more. I believe I’ll see her again some day!!!


Reading…My Favorite Pastime

I just finished reading my favorite book from my childhood, Heidi by Johanna Spyri! I read it so long ago I forgot what a good book it is!

I found this old book at a garage sale and came home with it. It’s very old but there isn’t a copyright date or publisher name in it. In hand writing on the first page it says:  To Ernestine from Jean Louise and Rozann   Christmas 1931. The pages are so thick I kept thinking I was turning two pages at a time!  ???????????????????????????????                                                                                     I was born in 1938 so it’s seven years older than I am!

If you’ve read later editions or have watched the movie, Heidi, you have missed the original story. It’s sad what’s done to books when they’re rewritten or made into movies. The lessons, learned by Heidi and Peter, in the original book are so good and so important to learn.

I recently read Carrie and Me  by Carol Burnett. It’s good, about her oldest daughter. It has a few coarse words in it. The book is in two sections and I couldn’t read the second section. It’s a book that was started but never finished by Carrie. (She died.) It’s so full of foul language, I just can’t read it.

Now I’m reading Hungry River: A Yangtze Novel by Millie Nelson Samuelson. It’s very good and I’m enjoying so much. It’s a trilogy on my Kindle. My daughter, Pam, sent it to me. She knows how I love a good book!!! A few of my friends may know Millie Samuelson!

Are you reading any good books?