History, Real Life, and Faith
Someone recently asked me about Biddy Chambers’ Bible. I’d forgotten all about it. (So you won’t find it discussed–her Bible–in Mrs. Oswald Chambers.) As it happens, I’ve seen Biddy’s Bible, paged through it, took photos and marveled, at Wheaton College‘s Special Collections Library. No surprise, she wore it out. What version was Biddy Chambers’ Bible? Wheaton has a copy of…
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Sorting my family’s ancient slides took a few days to accomplish. My brother unearthed them from the attic and we were curious to know what was in them. The other brother bought a single slide viewer–no one had a projector anymore–and I went through the batch. Our slides were kept in a long box (not the round slide box used…
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High-rez photos are “high resolution photos.” High resolution photos are needed for sharpness of image when printing. It’s based on the number of pixels–the higher the number, the more dense the photo, the clearer it will print. While writing Mrs. Oswald Chambers, I discovered how important they are–especially for research. Low resolution While researching Oswald and Biddy Chambers, I found…
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Our young friend Composer David Voss, composed an Easter cantata this year. We had a long conversation about how he composed it and I saw parallels with the writing life. So, that’s what this post is about–composing and the writing life. It also will introduce you to a fine composer and his music. Who is Composer David Voss? A pianist…
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Oswald and Biddy Chambers’ celebrated their wedding on May 25, 1910. A small gathering met at Walford Green Memorial Wesleyan Methodist Church in Eltham, for the nuptials of Miss Gertrude Annie Hobbs and Mr. Oswald Chambers. An almost ideal day, the weather provided bright and clear skies, a cooling breeze from the north and a high of 62 degrees. Guest included the families of…
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We had to put down our feisty cat recently. Kali was 21.5 years old, a feral native of O’ahu. She and I had a love-hate relationship. Everyone else in the family loved her. The only cat our daughter every knew, the whip-thin, yowling tortoiseshell Kali survived and reinvented herself at least four times. Hawai’i I chose her out of a…
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