Tuesday, September 05, 2006

My first parsonage

Saying for the day: Home is where the heart is.

Starting today and for the next few Tuesdays I will be sharing with you some stories from the parsonage.
A parsonage is where the pastor lives and it often belongs to the congregation.

I am starting these stories by telling you about our first parsonage which was in trout Creek, Michigan.
I know I have a picture of it somewhere but I couldn’t find it for today.

The house was an old two story house set back from the street and located across from Trinity Lutheran in Trout Creek.
It was an old house.

The upstairs bedroom that would become Peter’s room had the ceiling falling down.
When Peter was born we bought big Disney cartoon characters to paste it up with.

In the basement a creek ran along the floor.
I swear it had things living in it that came from a prehistoric age.
At the end of the creek was a sauna and a sump pump.
When it rained the creek increased speed and the pump pulled the water out and dumped it in the lawn.

There was a laundry room off of the kitchen that had squirrels.

We also had big fat cockroaches that turned out to be wood roaches that came over from the lumber mill on the corner and found a home in the rotting door jams.
I knew because there was one on the door frame and when I shot it with the bug spray the wall suddenly turned black as they poured out of that door frame.

This is where we started our ministry and we loved it anyway.
We never complained because the home was like what most of our people lived in.

News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my backyard where trains still run and sweet little old ladies carry shotguns.-The White Rabbit did not appear on Labor Day and people are beginning to believe it’s gone for good.
The big excitement last night was over the return of the dragon. It flew over the main street during the street dance. It started from the church and flew up to Eino’s Garage, spewing fire, then turned and flew back. On the back flight Mrs. Trumble and Demon Slayer suddenly appeared and she fired both barrels. The dragon seemed to stop in mid-flight and a liquid poured from its side. Then it flew erratically to the end of the block and out over the woods and disappeared. Mrs. Trumble was overjoyed. She said she had sent him to join the Rabbit. Eino quickly soaked up some of the liquid from the street into a paper towel. He is sending it to the university to find out what it is. People marvel at the fact that Mrs. Trumble hit the dragon with a shotgun and didn’t break a single window.
If your interested in the dance people felt that the Dorothy Heralds were a better dance group that the 3 Violins and an Oboe. The pasties were good and the beer wasn’t bad.
Nancy said that all people can talk about today is the dragon and Mrs. Trumble. She is becoming a legend like Paul Bunyan all she needs now is a big ox.
Eino called Chicago this morning but was told the number had been disconnected.
That company sure doesn’t keep an office very long.

Today's link:East of Adelaide-Remember to leave the word Dr. John in the comment to get five beer soaked JCPOINTS.Check your points HERE.
Yesterday we drew Margaret . If her names is drawn agin today she gets what's in the PRIZE BOX.
When Betty gets up we will draw.

She is up. She cut in the slips for yesterday. she has drawn. The name drawn is...

Bella. Sorry Margaret (sorry Bree , sorry Esther)If Bella is drawn tomorrow she gets whats in the prize box.
Didn't do much today. Finished up arrangements for the blog marathon. Betty did some cleaning. We mailed out the prizes from yesterday's drawing. Betty went to Bible study.
I need a breathing trteatment.


Blogger Janvangogh said...

Maybe all the dragon wanted to do was dance, dance, dance, dance.

5:30 AM  
Blogger Chana said...

i love the dragon guarding the fortress..cute touch.

i look forward to tuesdays parsonage. hope you find that picture, i love your pictures.

the house sounds a little crowded with all those bugs..you and Betty are definetely much braver than me at any point in my life..but that is not a shock really, :) ..
forgive me for i don't think Mrs. Trouble is a nice old lady..she sounds a bit of her rocker..and i can't believe no one is there to stop here..that's nuts to let her loose with a shotgun, yikes..!!
i don't think we want the dragon to stop flying the streets and forrest of the city..not anymore that we want the rabbit to go away either. i hope the hermit mystery gets resolved though.
hope you have a wonderfu day. here is another day of heat, heat and sun..first day of school as well. take care. read you tomorrow.

6:06 AM  
Blogger QuillDancer said...

I am beginning to think someone needs to start a betting pool on when the prize box is finally going to be won. Of course, it would have to be somebody with a license for internet gambling .... anyone?

6:10 AM  
Anonymous Stacy said...

It sounds like the first parsonage was also a lesson for you...and you came through with flying colors! :)

I don't think I'm a fan of Mrs. Trumble. I miss the rabbit and I hope the dragon isn't gone.

7:52 AM  
Blogger Christopher said...

Man. You make first call sound so glamerous. ;>)

9:49 AM  
Blogger Margaret said...

Sounds like our house right now! (Just a cheap handyman's special to hold us through until Jon graduates from college next June.) We've put a lot of cosmetic work into it and the yard which will add to it's value when we do sell.

However, the Character or even some "characters" of the house remain. I long for the day we can sit back and laugh about this sacrifice.

1:04 PM  
Blogger Gingers Mom said...

One of the first places my parents pastored after they got married was in a little dump of a town with a run down little house. When they showed up my mom started to cry and refused to get out of the car.
Some of the places they send people is appalling.
Kinda like the Navy housing.

3:16 PM  
Blogger Sue said...

Love your story. First homes are always interesting. Ours had a few mice, bear, deer, and skunks in the yard on occasion. Come to think of it, things haven't changed all that much. Thankfully we don't have mice.

3:27 PM  
Blogger FRIDAY'S CHILD said...

This is a very nice saying. No matter how small a house is but if your heart is inside it, you can surely call it a home.

6:18 PM  
Blogger Catch said...

home is where the family is.....we built a new home for our Pastor about 14 years ago......it was quite an improvement over the old one. Its really very nice.

6:33 PM  
Blogger W. J. St. Christopher said...

"I knew because there was one on the door frame and when I shot it with the bug spray the wall suddenly turned black as they poured out of that door frame."

Dr. John, I can't begin to tell you how much I want this image purged from my brain! Yikes!

7:44 PM  
Blogger Nea said...

mom used to call those houses, "houses with posibilities." From as far back as I can remember, whenever we would go house hunting, my brother and I would sit in the backseat and stare out at all the tumble down houses,"with possibilities" that Mom looked to buy. We lived in many, we always ended up remodeling almost the entire house, and when we would just get done, we would move and start all over. haha

Your first parsonage sounds charming, I always wanted a house with a creek running through. But not sure I would want cock roaches holding up the door frames.......Yikes. haha

Mrs. Trumble is beginning to sound a bit demonic herself. I think you are going to have to lock her up........yessir....for everyones safety.

10:43 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

Ahh yes, yooper pasties - YUM!

2:26 AM  

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