MY SMALL TOWN...

MY SMALL TOWN..

I am from a 

small  town, 

tucked 

down in 

the SE

part of WA.

State..

Oh it’s not 

grandeous or 

fabulous, 

but I think it’s pretty great !!

I am happy 

and blessed 

from where

 I come from..

No regrets, 

no sadness,

But I am  proud  

of who

I’ve become..

While young, 

back then, 

not a care 

in the world..

Sitting on my 

perch, watching

small town 

antics unfurl..

Remembering ..

My friends and 

I would sit on 

my historical 

front steps..

Giggling, laughing,

precious memories 

I’ve kept.. 

You know ..

As small towns go,

ours wasn't 

any different 

than most ..

Tongues always 

wagging with

tales the old ladies 

spoke..

SO...

Don't 

get me 

wrong.. 

I was not  

a bad girl.. 

Just carefree

and silly, doing 

life in a whirl..

Like when ..

My boyfriend 

and I,

in his car 

late at night  ..

Right on 

Main Street  

Making out in 

plain sight..

My mom flashing 

the porch light.. 

My clue to 

come in..

Even pounded 

on the car window, 

she  was livid,

her head

in a spin..

Still...

My small town 

gives me 

happiness as 

I think back

and remember. 

It’s feels like 

a dream 

as my memories 

I surrender ..

So once in awhile 

as I sit on my 

front step, 

I smile  to 

myself of those 

memories I’ve 

kept ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

Rewritten 07/15/18

A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAR FRIEND(s)

A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAR FRIENDS ...

 SUE,  Let me just say right now ..I have been blessed to call you my  friend..

Sue( and Wayne) moved to the Tri Cities shortly after Stuart was born in Texas in 1972.

I still remember how excited the church was to have the “dynamic duo” lead our music program at KBC.

Sue played the piano like no one I had ever heard.. I remember thinking how blessed we were to have her .  She complimented Wayne in such a wondrous  way .. 

They brought Gods spirit to His house of worship with their talent and music..

Larry and I hit it off almost immediately with this amazing couple ..

Larry and I sang in the choir and they not only   brought out the best in us  as individuals, but collectively, as a choir,  singing of Gods grace and mercy before the WORD was spoken each Sunday .

It wasn’t long ..Sue and I become dear friends .. 

Close in age, in fact, 

I now have the public pleasure to announce that SHE IS OLDER THAN ME!!! By two weeks.. 

(I rub it in every chance I get !!)

Our oldest children were pretty close in age to Stuart.. so, of course,that too was another bonding part of our relationship as friends.. ..

Sue and I share the same twisted sense of humor .. So there was always  much laughter when we would get together, not only at church, but also when we would BBQ,   play on the Columbia and Snake Rivers.. Skiing, boating and “sliding down hills” .  😉

Back to the boating, skiiing, and river fun..

You see,  the Logan’s had a boat and they shared it not only with our family, but many times with the youth group at KBC  .. 

My husband Larry and I had the great pleasure of being youth leaders all those many years ago, under the leadership of our dear friends, the Logan’s..

What fun we had..

Never a dull moment to be had.. 

Best of all, we saw young lives touched for our Lord.

BTW..MOST OF THOSE TEENAGERS ARE GRANDPARENTS themselves now.. 

We’re old Sue!! 

Let me get back to my friend..

Sue is an awesome cook and taught me the art of a delicious meal, new recipes, including all the bake goodies that I STILL obviously enjoy and she doesn’t .. UGH !! 

As the years went by Sue became pregnant with Callie ..

The day she was born  was a significant day in both our families lives .

It was marked with both tears of joy  and sadness  .. 

You see, Callie was born the day my father in law passed away with cancer.  

Though we grieved his passing, we rejoiced knowing he had gone on to be with Jesus.. 

We were elated, only by our God’s  grace, to celebrate the blessing of the birth of  their new baby girl ..  

We’ve continued our friendship through the years.. 

They moved their family to  take their ministry to a Vancouver church where they blessed and  used their gifts with that congregation .

Larry and I would pack up our kids and would visit them frequently .. 

They had a great place on “Logan Hill” where our kids could run free with Stuart and Callie on the acreage they shared with Wayne’s parents and his sister Candy and her family.. 

Time passed quickly and the Morgan’s had 3 more kids, making a total of 6.. 

So as you can imagine those trips to our friends, the Logan’s, came to an end.

OH we kept in touch through phone calls, emails, Facebook, and an occasional visit. 

As you can tell, it is difficult to separate the Logan’s .. The Bible teaches that  two become one . 

Mark 10:8 “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife and the two will become one flesh.' So they are no longer two, but one flesh.”

Sue, my dear friend, in regard to you personally, I just want you to know that your friendship through the years have brought me much comfort.  ..  I do not  think I can significantly  put into words how you have blessed my life, as well as my family.  ( Larry and the kids)

Your grace and sensibility has brought me back to my wandering thoughts and anxieties many times .. 

Your wisdom, your tenderness, your kindness, has touched me mightily and has been endearing in many ways as we traveled through these 70 plus years..

You are gifted in many ways.   Those gifts have been passed onto your children, Stuart and Callie, and each of your gifted grandchildren..

I would be remiss to say our friendship  was brought together by the relationship we both have in Christ .. 

Truly you are my sister in Christ.

God continues to bless you, and in turn, your light, love, and sweetness touches so many of us who are honored to call you friend.

Thank you for friendship that has endured through our years of being,  not only young mothers together, but  now, as grandmothers ..

I love you my friend..

“66 CHIX FROM THE STIX”

66 CHIX FROM THE STIX 

( plus)

I love to just close my eyes and see the sweet innocent  faces of my child hood friends..

Unmarked by the journeyed  years to the present ..

Their laughter easily shared, because the weight of the world  had yet to encumber them..

The spring and buoyancy of their stride..

Their easy smiles, never holding back their love of life..

Their effortless  kindness matched by the integrity of their souls..

Where once they kept within themselves the  excitement of treasured dreams, along with a mountain of hope..

Those hopes and dreams have now been experienced as they enter the ageless serenity that burst still from each of their spirits..

Yes, they have given themselves completely to their families, as well  other friends and acquaintances  along their journey.

Their paths have not always been easy, yet they’ve conquer their hardships with fervor. 

They reached inward for the strength that was with them from days gone by..  

 We’ve still got more to share with all we know and to strangers unaware ..

What can I say to YOU, my precious friends?

I STILL LOVE YOU ALL DEARLY..

“Friendship is.. the sort of LOVE you can imagine between angels”..

So adjust your halo’s and strengthen your wings..

We still got some livin’ to do, my friends..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

07/16/18

A MESSAGE TO OUR CHILDREN...

TO OUR CHILDREN..

Some said it will never workout .. here we are nearly  50 years later..

We nearly lost the game, but never did we gave up the fight..

Ups and downs, tossed and turned, good days and bad..

In the end we could not let go ..

We clung hard when the firestorm nearly drove us to the brink..

We looked deep within ourselves and fought to go on.

Through faith we knew we couldn’t win without Him.. 

As soon as we looked to our deliverer, our savior, our God, the water became still, and the dawn gave us that new day..

He has blessed us beyond measure..

Six gorgeous and loving children and spouses, significant others, and our even more gorgeous grandkids..

Yes, FAITH gave us the love and strength to always cling hard and fast to these fifty years together.

We stand today where many have stood ..

We accepted the challenge and won the race with tears and laughter. 

Please, continue the climb .. 

Dig deep within your souls and you will win the battle..

Your family is worth every tear stained night, and every heart break ..

Tomorrow the tears will be dry and your heart renewed..

Continue each day enlightened by your new found strength  and fight harder for every moment together.

There are many who, through no fault of their own, would have loved to continue together .. 

NEVER GIVE UP ...

Stand on our shoulders.. All our years together, we have become strong enough to share your burdens with you  ..

Look past the moment and find your purpose..

God will bless you 

mightly.

With all♥️our love,

Mom and Dad

SHE TURNED SEVENTY YESTERDAY...

SHE TURNED SEVENTY YESTERDAY....

Seventy years.. eight hundred and forty months.. God knows how many hours, minutes, and seconds it has been since she drew her first breath of air on her first day of life ..

Childhood memories cloud her mind just as a fine mist confounds and confuses where you are as you travel the road on a journey to where you’ve been before..

Sunshine bursts through  to bright clear moments that has always been a touch stone to her as she  travels  back to her early years..

Small town girl, grown, leaving footprints stoically scattered amongst celebrations and heartbreaks..

Her celebrations are many and her heartbreaks are few.. yet on those cold stormy days those vivid heartaches seem tangibly ever so near, as if she could reach out and touch them again. 

She reminds herself  how blessed and purposefully her life has been .. 

The cold dark skies open to sunshine and the warmth of each beam of light scatter the gloom she had allowed to hinder her from joyful times ..

Her heart is full and her spirit rises above any adversity ..

Seventy years, eight hundred and forty months and God knows how many hours, minutes and seconds.. 

Standing upright, her face weathered, worn, each line tells a story..  Each story has made her who she is and how she lived through each year .. 

She smiles broadly knowing she is happy, knowing she gave her  best to all who knew her well.. 

Patsy McNutt Morgan

03/07/19

SPARTAN: A big dog with a beautiful heart of love...

SPARTAN : A big dog with a beautiful  heart of love♥️🐾 

It’s funny the things I am  remembering now that you are gone..

Hearing you in the downstairs bathroom, loudly lapping as you take a very long drink of water from the toilet bowl, even though there is a large container of water that slowly recedes as it becomes empty for you to drink ..

I have seared in my mind how you used to stare at me and blink messages of love as I blinked back with much love and joy ..

Your eyes always were the soul of your being. You could not message me enough how much you loved me ..

I recall the deep sadness and grief you exhibited  when we lost Roxy .. I don’t think you ever got over losing her.. She could not be replaced, although Scarlett tried, after we brought her  home from the animal shelter .. She never gave up trying.

I feel you against me pressing hard to show me that you deeply loved me.

I loved how, even though you were so ill, you spent every night climbing the stairs up to our bedroom.. How the day you passed, you had slowly made it up stairs, jumped on the bed, panting hard, as if you had run a marathon.. You just wanted to be near us.. 

You have always been the epitome of love .. 

You always thought you were that little puppy we brought home, nearly knocking us down, happy to see us, because after all, we had been gone for an hour .. For you, it was an eternity..

The most endearing memory of all, is the night time game you and dad played .. It always seemed, you and I, Roxy or Scarlett and Mac were already in bed waiting for dad .. You would always lay right on top of the covers by dads pillow making it difficult for dad to pull back the covers to get into bed .. Dad finally realized it was a game so he would always act like it was the first time you played.. You  would never give up your position until he lifted you and the blankets  .. Never an easy task.. because you were a big boy .. Every night you did this and every night dad would act exasperated.. Oh how I will miss that game .. 

Soon enough my tears will dry.. but until then, my heart  beats memories that will sustain me until I see you again, my precious Spartan..

Give Roxy a kiss for me .. Tell Roxy, Dempsey, Tyson and Diamond I love and miss them  ..

I’ll see them soon!!

Thank you Jesus.. for showing me NO GREATER LOVE ...

Patsy McNutt Morgan

02/18/18 

SPARTAN...

SPARTAN...

He comes to me, leans hard on my leg, my chest, or my arm..it’s as if he wants our spirits to be one..

He’s dying.. 

My loving spirit animal is very ill.

We got him only a few short years ago as a pup..

(He looked like our other white boxer, Dempsey, who had past a few months before.)

He was the biggest one of the litter.  The breeder called him “Moose”.

That name was not suitable because I already had his name picked out and boy did it fit him to a tee.  I named him “Spartan”.. 

I very much expected him to live a long and healthy life in our household .. 

Waiting at home, after we picked him up, was our precious Roxy, a fawn boxer, who grieved the loss of our last white boxer, Dempsey..  Much like Spartan grieved after she left us..but that’s another story ..

Now here he is .. laying so close to me.. looking at me as he’s saying ..”Mom, what’s wrong with me”? “It’s hard to swallow and I can’t breath very well”..  Why God, are you taking Spartan so soon?

My answer came to me as I whispered to him yesterday ..

“Soon my precious one, my loving, sweet Spartan,

you are going to see Roxy again”.. 

His eyes slowly closed as he seemed to understand.

He drifted to sleep where I know he must see her in his dreams as they play in the meadow, not far from a place they call The Rainbow Bridge..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

02/06/17

** Dedicated to Roxy, Diamond, Tyson and Dempsey..

I pray they will be waiting on the other side of the rainbow bridge to welcome Spartan into the place they now call home.

Please tell them, dear Spartan, tell them I love them and I miss them with all my heart ..

#MeToo

MeToo

This is a story she thought she could never write about her childhood,  but decided it could be cathartic ..

As a small child, the very man who she trusted and loved, did the inconceivable ..

She protected herself by tucking it away in the deepest recesses of her mind. She erased it and psychologically buried it the best she knew how.

UNTIL..

Her sister called and said she was in counseling and was about to confront our abuser..

It was as though the flood gates of hell had been unlocked and all those neatly stored memories came rushing and careening out from the depths of darkness.. 

She didn’t want to remember and she couldn’t believe how she protected herself from the horrid memories she had buried so many years ago.

She has since read and heard that this was common with someone who did not want to deal with  heartbreak and ugly images..

Even now, as an older woman, the scenes of those moments haunt her memories.

Unfortunately, the derelict memories ruined an intimate relationship she had had with her husband.  It had stunted  what was suppose to be beautiful union between a man and a woman ..

She related the pleasure between them as something unnatural because in her mind, she was that little girl who didn’t know what was happening.

Still thinking in terms of being horrified and unforgettable ..

She thankfully married a loving man who stayed with her, and tried to help her through the darkness..

He was devastated because that part of their life could never be.. 

She thanks God for this man.  He  is  her soulmate and they have  kept what remained of the beautiful relationship they had as husband and wife.

As difficult as it has been,  they are still deeply in love..

She has never been able to forgive her abuser and to this day has not missed him after his death.  It was as though he was never a part of her life, yet he was ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

02/03/18