Mothering
One of my passions is doing genealogy research. I can spend hours going through stacks of old books in libraries or trying to decipher centuries-old and faded handwriting in online…
Lyn Misner is an Idaho native who loves learning new things – preferably by reading and studying and not by going through difficult circumstances. But, as with most people, she hasn’t been able to avoid the latter.
She is a mother of five adult children who differ from each other in nearly as many ways as possible and amaze her in the various paths their lives are taking. Her children’s greatest and most appreciated accomplishments are the eleven grandchildren they have given her. She is also a widow who misses her husband every day but who has found the re-inventing of herself as a single person to be a great adventure.
She is a retired middle school teacher and a two-time cancer survivor. Her hobbies include travel via the scenic route, reading, sewing and quilting, and genealogy. She enjoys watching old movies from the mid twentieth century, listening to 50s and 60s music, and viewing beautiful scenery.
She believes in the strength and power of women. A favorite quote that hangs in her office is: “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” (Margaret Meade)
One morning during my teen years, my father reminded me I had not done my household chores of the previous evening. As I gathered my books to head for school,…
This month, we are delighted to share an experience from Lyn’s daughter, Ellen. Have you ever had an impulsive idea pop into your head and acted on it without thought?…
The virtue words don’t seem to be used in our conversations much today. In fact, use of the word virtue itself is quite uncommon. I come across those virtue words…
During the Renaissance, the idea arose that a person could study and become learned in all the knowledge of mankind. Leonardo da Vinci is often listed as a quintessential “Renaissance…
As a youngster I often walked the quarter mile up our country road to visit my grandparents. As I look back sixty years at those visits, I have come to…