Hello readers,
The Denver Union Station is an interesting architectural building. The station serviced many passengers from the beginning of the twentieth century to around 1950. By the mid-fifty's the passenger train service was declining rapidly as the trend of family owned automobiles became popular.
Click here to read more and see a picture of the trains and the station.
Enjoy,
Donna
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Fashions in the 50's
Hello,
The 1950's saw a trend in billowing skirts, stilettos heels, gloves, and a push to move women back into the home from the workforce of the 1940's.
The fellas wore suits and were influenced by Hollywood.
Click here to read more.
Enjoy more pictures from the 50's.
Donna
The 1950's saw a trend in billowing skirts, stilettos heels, gloves, and a push to move women back into the home from the workforce of the 1940's.
The fellas wore suits and were influenced by Hollywood.
Click here to read more.
Enjoy more pictures from the 50's.
Donna
Friday, February 10, 2012
Pieces of Glass
Pieces of Glass
by Donna Schlachter
Having grown up near the ocean, I’ve spent a lot of time walking along the beaches. I find the gentle rhythm of the sea to be a great comfort. And it doesn’t matter whether the water is so calm that it looks like glass, or the storm is raging all around – I still find solace in the sounds and smells of the ocean. The treasures to be found on an ocean beach are unlike anywhere else. I love to walk just above the high tide line, and see what the water has relinquished this time.
Perhaps the best lesson I’ve learned concerns those little pieces of glass that are washed ashore. These are pieces of bottles and such that ended up in the ocean for whatever reason, and then were pounded and beaten by the water against the rocks and gravel and sand, to end up on the beach. They are usually small, sole survivors of a harrowing journey. Depending on how long they’ve been in the water, they’ll have varying degrees of smooth edges, the ones with the smoothest edges having been in the water the longest. Sometimes they’re clear, sometimes they’re green, or brown, depending on the original color of the glass. The wonderful thing about these pieces of glass is that each one is unique. There are no two alike, because no two pieces have gone through the same circumstances.
What can we learn from looking at this glass? I saw myself. Beaten by the world, broken by circumstances into small pieces. Not worth a second glance. When you first see these small pieces of glass, they look like small jewels. But while they look perfect on the outside, hold them up to the light, and you will see small flaws and hairline cracks inside the glass. Just like me. I may look okay on the outside, but when I compare myself to the Light of the World, I can see my imperfections. But you know something? I am still treated like a treasure. Because there is none other created exactly like me.
That’s when I saw that the sand is not meant to destroy the pieces of glass, merely to smooth off the rough edges, and polish the glass to a satin sheen. In the same way, God intends the things He takes us through to complete the good work He has already started. It may not be comfortable, but it is necessary.
God knew me before the beginning of time. He created me to be me. Sure, I took a few detours along the way. I banged myself up against some pretty big rocks. I got worn down on some very rough gravel. But that doesn’t make me less desirable to God. In fact, it makes me more desirable to Him. And so I bring to Him all of my imperfections, my worn spots and hairline cracks, and ask Him to fix me. And He makes me whole. He is the only One Who can.
Come to Him with your cracks and imperfections. Ask Him to fix whatever is not perfect and complete, so that you can reflect His light and love to the world.
God, show me the Light of the World, Your Son. Show me that only through Him can I truly be made whole. Amen
by Donna Schlachter
Having grown up near the ocean, I’ve spent a lot of time walking along the beaches. I find the gentle rhythm of the sea to be a great comfort. And it doesn’t matter whether the water is so calm that it looks like glass, or the storm is raging all around – I still find solace in the sounds and smells of the ocean. The treasures to be found on an ocean beach are unlike anywhere else. I love to walk just above the high tide line, and see what the water has relinquished this time.
Perhaps the best lesson I’ve learned concerns those little pieces of glass that are washed ashore. These are pieces of bottles and such that ended up in the ocean for whatever reason, and then were pounded and beaten by the water against the rocks and gravel and sand, to end up on the beach. They are usually small, sole survivors of a harrowing journey. Depending on how long they’ve been in the water, they’ll have varying degrees of smooth edges, the ones with the smoothest edges having been in the water the longest. Sometimes they’re clear, sometimes they’re green, or brown, depending on the original color of the glass. The wonderful thing about these pieces of glass is that each one is unique. There are no two alike, because no two pieces have gone through the same circumstances.
What can we learn from looking at this glass? I saw myself. Beaten by the world, broken by circumstances into small pieces. Not worth a second glance. When you first see these small pieces of glass, they look like small jewels. But while they look perfect on the outside, hold them up to the light, and you will see small flaws and hairline cracks inside the glass. Just like me. I may look okay on the outside, but when I compare myself to the Light of the World, I can see my imperfections. But you know something? I am still treated like a treasure. Because there is none other created exactly like me.
That’s when I saw that the sand is not meant to destroy the pieces of glass, merely to smooth off the rough edges, and polish the glass to a satin sheen. In the same way, God intends the things He takes us through to complete the good work He has already started. It may not be comfortable, but it is necessary.
God knew me before the beginning of time. He created me to be me. Sure, I took a few detours along the way. I banged myself up against some pretty big rocks. I got worn down on some very rough gravel. But that doesn’t make me less desirable to God. In fact, it makes me more desirable to Him. And so I bring to Him all of my imperfections, my worn spots and hairline cracks, and ask Him to fix me. And He makes me whole. He is the only One Who can.
Come to Him with your cracks and imperfections. Ask Him to fix whatever is not perfect and complete, so that you can reflect His light and love to the world.
God, show me the Light of the World, Your Son. Show me that only through Him can I truly be made whole. Amen
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Ball Gowns of the 1950's
Oh readers,
Click on this link for some spectacular eye candy of gowns and styles in the 1950's.
The ball gowns are simply stunning.
Enjoy,
Donna
Click on this link for some spectacular eye candy of gowns and styles in the 1950's.
The ball gowns are simply stunning.
Enjoy,
Donna
Monday, February 6, 2012
Guest Author, Paula Moldenhauer
Good morning readers,
It is always good to share in the joy of fellow authors who get their first contract. We are there for each other when we first learn to write, submit to critique groups, and yes, even face another rejection letter.
Our Colorado ACFW Colorado Coordinator, Paula Moldenhauer, wrote today's post on The Inkwell. She shared a bit about her writing journey to publication. It is worth the read. Click here to read her post.
You can also find Paula over at her site by clicking here.
Enjoy,
Donna
It is always good to share in the joy of fellow authors who get their first contract. We are there for each other when we first learn to write, submit to critique groups, and yes, even face another rejection letter.
Our Colorado ACFW Colorado Coordinator, Paula Moldenhauer, wrote today's post on The Inkwell. She shared a bit about her writing journey to publication. It is worth the read. Click here to read her post.
You can also find Paula over at her site by clicking here.
Enjoy,
Donna
Friday, February 3, 2012
Lost and Found
Lost and Found
by Donna Schlachter
Read: Rom 8:38 39 (NIV) For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
When my brother was 3 years old, we went to a large flea market. I was told to look after him. Being only 13, and easily distracted, I let go of his hand, and when I turned back, he was gone! There must have been 500 people in this large arena, and he was so small. I searched everywhere, and couldn’t find him. I finally had to seek out my parents, tell them what had happened, and await the outcome. I was convinced someone had taken him, and he was gone for good.
As adults, we can be easily distracted by the things of this world. Our job, family, money, home, possessions, friends - all take up our time, and can keep us from seeing God. If we allow things to come between us and God, they will look bigger than God. The good news is we found my brother, unharmed. He said he wanted to look at the toys, and he lost me! Too often we think God has lost us, only to find we were the ones who wandered off. Nothing can cause God to lose us, but we need to stick close to Him all the time.
Father God, create in me a hunger for Your presence, so that I cannot wander. Amen
Additional readings: Rom 8:35; Matt 19:6; Matt. 14:30
by Donna Schlachter
Read: Rom 8:38 39 (NIV) For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
When my brother was 3 years old, we went to a large flea market. I was told to look after him. Being only 13, and easily distracted, I let go of his hand, and when I turned back, he was gone! There must have been 500 people in this large arena, and he was so small. I searched everywhere, and couldn’t find him. I finally had to seek out my parents, tell them what had happened, and await the outcome. I was convinced someone had taken him, and he was gone for good.
As adults, we can be easily distracted by the things of this world. Our job, family, money, home, possessions, friends - all take up our time, and can keep us from seeing God. If we allow things to come between us and God, they will look bigger than God. The good news is we found my brother, unharmed. He said he wanted to look at the toys, and he lost me! Too often we think God has lost us, only to find we were the ones who wandered off. Nothing can cause God to lose us, but we need to stick close to Him all the time.
Father God, create in me a hunger for Your presence, so that I cannot wander. Amen
Additional readings: Rom 8:35; Matt 19:6; Matt. 14:30
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Colfax Avenue in Denver
Hello,
Colfax Avenue is a main thoroughfare in the Denver area. Originally the street was named something else but was eventually named Colfax Avenue after a prominent congressman, Schuyler Colfax. Mr. Colfax was Vice-President of the United States under President Ulysses S. Grant.
During the 1950's, Americans were driving cars more and traveling across the country. Colfax was a very busy street with many businesses and local attractions.
Click here to read more information about Colfax Avenue during the 1950's.
Donna
Colfax Avenue is a main thoroughfare in the Denver area. Originally the street was named something else but was eventually named Colfax Avenue after a prominent congressman, Schuyler Colfax. Mr. Colfax was Vice-President of the United States under President Ulysses S. Grant.
During the 1950's, Americans were driving cars more and traveling across the country. Colfax was a very busy street with many businesses and local attractions.
Click here to read more information about Colfax Avenue during the 1950's.
Donna
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