Archives for : April2015

American Poetry Month

The Waste Land

By T. S. Eliot


April is the cruelest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth a forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

T.S. Eliot was one of the most important poets of the Twentieth Century. He was also an essayist, playwright, and both a literary and social critic. Born in the U.S., he immigrated to England in 1914 when he was 25.  In 1948 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. 

After he converted to Christianity (Anglicanism) in 1927, noted literary figure Virginia Woolf, who was a fellow Modernist and patron of Eliot’s, predicted that he would “drop his Christianity along with his wife, as one might empty the fish bones after the herring.”

She was right about his deranged wife, but not about his Christianity.  His faith played an important role in his life and in his thinking.

Sweet Sixteen

image (1)Lacey is my last but not least grandchild. She will be celebrating her “Sweet Sixteenth” birthday next week. I question, “Where did the time go?” We have enjoyed many trips to the Como Conservatory, where at 12, she snapped this photo of a water lily. Lacey loves nature, be it animals, flowers or the planets. Lacey also loves people and using her abilities in music and theater to bless others. I have high hopes for this special lady, and am blessed to know her.

Lemon Sour Cream Pie

  Lemon Sour Cream Pie

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1 1/2 cups flour

3 tbsp. flour

2 tbsp. sugar

1 tsp. vanilla

2 tbsp. cream

1/2 t. salt



1 cup sugar

1 cup sour cream

1/2 cup oil

2 eggs

1/3 cup fresh lemon


Heat oven to 400 F.  Stir up the pie crust in a bowl and pat into a 9 inch pie plate.



In a large bowl, combine 1 cup sugar, flour, and salt. Add eggs, sour cream, lemon juice, and vanilla.

Pour into pie shell. Bake 15 minutes. Reduce heat to 350* F; bake 25 minutes longer. In a small bowl, combine topping ingredients; sprinkle over pie. Bake about 15 minutes longer or until topping is browned.



1/3 cup sugar

1/3 cup flour

1 teas. Cinnamon

a dash of salt

1/4 cup butter



 Bittersweet *  adj.   1  sweet with a bitter aftertaste.    2  arousing pleasure tinged with sadness or pain


Last week I gave a eulogy at the memorial service of Elaine Davis—my dear friend, prayer partner, and role model, whose story I told in an earlier blog (Counting her Stitches, Counting her Blessings, Archives).  It was bittersweet.  I was happy for her because her suffering was over and she is now face to face with her Savior.  But for me and so many others who loved her, her home-going was tinged with sadness.

“April,” wrote the poet, T.S. Eliot, “is the cruelest month…”

And for me it is always the month filled with bittersweet memories . . .

It would have been my mother’s birthday, had she lived.

It would have been the wedding anniversary of my sweet, deceased parents.

It would have been the birthday of my baby sister who died of pneumonia five weeks after her birth.

And when I observe my own birthday this month (quietly, I hope), it will be a reminder of my own mortality.


As we observe Holy Week, we remember the bittersweet death of Jesus Christ, the cruelest and most undeserved death in all of history.  But fortunately for us, it is sweet, indeed, because it made possible the most undeserved redemption in all of history.

“ . . . to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God . . .”      John 1:12   (NIV)





Happy Resurrection Day!