Next Sabbath is a high day for us as Karissa, our daughter, and Winston, get married in the evening. We have a wonderful family time to which we look forward. Family is coming from everywhere and so it will be a high, HIGH, weekend together. It is happening in northwest Arkansas on Beaver Lake. Next blog should feature the wedding.
My last entry was just as I ended my time as Director of Stepping Stones Day Care, took some good solid time to take care of myself, and emerged on the other side of that difficult time. Bob Bretsch had invited me to come down and help with his foster kids at their home in Arlington. The primary drawing card for me was that I would get to work with Bev again. She and I had co-directed Stepping Stones and so I KNEW we could work together well. But, I'd never considered teenage boys my forte, having had none of them myself! I got both my boys full-grown, thank you very much, Jeremy and Winston!
However, I needed work, and despite searching while I was at Loma Linda, at Southern, and on-line in Oregon, nothing had materialized. So I finally consented to part-time work with Bretsch's. Starting to work with James, and all eight of the other boys, I had to go to trainings to learn the ropes, and it all felt foreign and not at all like a JOB. I mean, I had to take the boys down to the river and
Sabbath afternoon hike with Bob and the boys: Damien, Kris, Joey, Bob (the BIG boy!), Kevin, David, at Clifty Creek Natural Bridge; the boys loved catching crawdads and little fish |
So I began by providing respite so that Bob and Bev could get away for some rest. Later on, I began cooking Sunday Dinner for them so they could sit down to a steaming hot meal as soon as they came in from church. Now I am licensed to care for all of them. Another job of mine is to plan excursions; my long-coveted role of "tour guide"! Though it has its challenges, I feel as though I belong, this is my purpose for now.
Toward the end of March, our home sold. We had been wondering what our next step would be. At first, we thought we might move back to Oregon for low cost housing. I didn't really want to start over again in Oregon. I checked out Loma Linda and Southern. With no jobs appearing, it began to dawn on me that I needed to stay where I had a job. A few weeks after our home sold, and we knew we had to be out May 9, this little cottage/cabin in Arlington unexpectedly came up for sale. We had not planned to buy another home. And yet, I had always admired this place and after all, we did need a place to live. We had hoped to just rent it. Others who were interested either didn't have the money on hand or wouldn't have it for another few years.
Arlington is part of county land, a township of its own,
Arlington Community dog, Princess Buttercup, roams by the lake in the river bottom with the beaver home in the background |
So, here we are! John was determined to "follow me" since for years I had left several good jobs in order to move on to another church with him. At first, he really was not too delighted with this place and was surprised that I didn't want to go to Oregon. But he understood my reasoning and came to agree that we needed to be where I had work.
Looking up the hill from Bob and Bev's big white house; old cabin on the right; gardens right and left; Liz's red house on left with our house in the background up the hill |
In the mid 1800s Arlington was a resort where rich folks from St. Louis would alight off the train. Right by the tracks is the old train station labelled "Arlington". Next door is the old hotel. Other original buildings dot the area. More recently, Arlington River Resort was operated as a campground. John posted a video on facebook showing a family playing in the beautiful pool with motorhomes and campers lined up in the background. Here's that link: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=
Route 66 ran right through the resort, over a
Getting closer to our place; still before spring |
Our favorite shot of our home with a clear view of the old stone foundation; new addition with cement foundation is visible to the far left; added 2 bedrooms; 2 baths |
In 2006, a young military family, Leo and Rachel Clark, bought the entire 480 acre resort with all the buildings and campgrounds sight-unseen when they were still in Afghanistan. For several years they operated the campgrounds. Our friends, Randy and Lori Adams, parked their RV in the campground and lived there year round for several years. She was our elementary school teacher in Rolla. She became close friends of Rachel. Lori often told me about the big old Victorian mansion which was built by the mayor of Arlington 100 years ago when it was still a resort. Rachel and Leo gutted it and remodeled it. Lori used to help them in some of the projects on the house. Before long, she came up with the idea that her folks, Bob and Bev Bretsch, needed to move here from Oregon. The big white house was big enough for both families with two living areas.
That was when Bob and Bev came to check it out.
Looking back down the hill toward the big white house; garden in foreground, tilled once; old hotel barely visible through trees to the right |
And so the irony continues as I now start to work for Bob and Bev! As I realized that I needed to stay where I had work, then heard that this cabin was for sale, I just held my breath, wondering how this would work out. As usual, God's timing is impeccable. Our home closed on May 9 and we were able to get pre-possession occupancy so that we moved in here May 7.
On my lovely front porch with pretty Rosy kitty in my window |
On of my first projects was building a kitchen garden for
James giving some giving some suggestions on how to put the raised bed together with the big white house to the right |
Animals are arriving, too, so that Arlington can be as self-sufficient as possible. Two large pigs were the first to arrive. Then came a Jersey cow and calf. Two more cows will arrive shortly. Our boys will participate in the care of these animals as a means of teaching them responsibility. Our core values are
Kevin helping me plant our broccoli plants that we grew from seed; every boy planted some |
John admitted rather sheepishly recently that he is beginning to like it here and it is growing on him and I am so thankful for that. AND, I don't know how I could be any more delighted with our new home, my job, and this very inclusive and loving community.
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