One Small Cloud

Randall Grabau Copyright 2012

People from all over the country prayed for rain.  Churches prayed.  Later in the summer, friends told us that they had asked God specifically for rain for our farm.  I did, too.  I petitioned the Lord for rain on our farm, but also for our friends and neighbors who needed it just as much as we did.

The weather forecasters occasionally offered some hope of rain,but as the predicted day approached the chances of rain diminished.  As the day arrived, we were often disappointed.

On July 17, 2012, the forecast included a chance of rain.  But, as the sun set that evening, it looked as though, once again, the rain had gone around us.
We had baled hay that day, so about 9 PM, as the sun approached the horizon, I had just finished milking our cows and all the other evening chores.  I looked to the southeast as I left the barn and saw a towering thundercloud with plenty of lightning flashing in it.  “Somebody is getting some welcome rain,” I thought.

storm cloud

Small Storm Cloud

When I looked up directly above us, I saw a small patch of clouds with clear sky to the north and west.  The setting sun brightened the scene.  Just before I entered the house basement door, I heard a little, wimpy rumble of thunder from the cloud above me.  I thought to myself, “Even if that little cloud does produce some rain, it won’t amount to much more than a sprinkle.”

A Bible story in the book of I Kings tells of a similar situation.  After a 3 1/2 year drought, the prophet Elijah is praying for rain.  Elijah sends his servant seven times to check the horizon as he prays.  On the seventh time, the servant returns to Elijah and says, “A little cloud like a man’s hand is rising out of the sea.” (I Kings 18:44)  Verse 45 adds, “In a little while, the heavens grew black with clouds and wind and there was a great rain.”

After entering the house, I cleaned up and sat down to eat supper.  Our daughter stepped outside and when she returned, she announced pleasantly, “It is starting to rain!”

“That’s nice,” I responded, “but it won’t last long.”

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Struggling Corn Plants

Randall Grabau Copyright 2012

The summer of 2012 was an exceptionally dry year, not only in our area, but also across most of the nation.

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A Young Crop of Corn

Corn planted in April or early May had germinated and grown quickly.  My corn did not get planted until after the 18th of May.  By the middle of June, the drought was in full swing with most all of the corn showing signs of stress.  The corn on our farm did not look too bad early in the morning, but by noon much of it had curled up leaves as the corn plants tried to preserve what little moisture they had.  This continued with only small, insignificant showers through Independence Day.  It amazed me that there was any life left at all in these young, struggling, corn plants.

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Harvest Sale

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Grabau Heritage Cards introduces our Harvest Sale.  The sale extends from now until September 30, 2012.

Let our Pencil Drawings of Antique and Vintage Items from our sesquicentennial dairy farm bring you back to days gone by.   Memories will come cascading back in such a way you’ll embrace the sights, sounds, and even the smells of a hayride.  Use these cards to help others reminisce about the old days and their dear ones.

Prices for this limited time will be for less than half-price!  This a perfect opportunity to stock up on 99¢ notecards with the “Fresh Sketched Look of Country”. 

Be sure to check our productsNew cards have been added to our inventory!

 

A Leap of Flame

This morning started out like a normal one.  It included hay baling.  In addition, I planned to process apples, grapes and tomatoes.  I popped a beef roast into the oven and set about to work on the rest of our dinner when I heard the wild ringing of our doorbell.  No guests ring the bell like that, so I knew my husband needed me to unlock the door-fast!

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What We Lost

Words I had never heard before came tumbling out of his mouth.  “The woodshed is on fire!!!”  He made the 911 call for help.

I struggled to get my sandals on in order to run outside and to see what he meant.

Just out the front door I looked to the east at a shed where lumber is stored.  It looked normal to me.  So then, I looked to the west where our winter supply of firewood is stored.  Smoke billowed from behind the buildings on that half of the farm.  Fire made its home here on our place today.

We ran to the site to see the charring firewood being consumed.  Along with that, orange flames climbed up the tall trees in the background.  “Oh, Lord, help us,” we called out.  My husband, Randy, and I moved a hay wagon away from the fire.

I ran in the house for better footwear.  I called my daughter in haste, to let her know that we needed  prayer.  I called our pastor and left him a message as well.   When I got back outdoors my husband was running 5-gallon buckets of water to the hot spot.

The Welcome Help Arrived.

I filled  pails for him at the calf shed trough.  He was dousing a nearby shed that housed lumber.  Losing the firewood was a concern, but home-sawn lumber was another matter.  That could not easily be replaced.

As I filled the pails, I heard the sweet sound of a siren.  It was music to my ears this morning.  Three trucks came to help us.  Once the hoses were unloaded the firefighters sprayed the flames to a smolder.  The tree fire stopped.  They located hidden hot spots and showered them with thousands of gallons of water.

Fire, a Formidable Foe

Fire is a force that has uncontrolled power.  One can easily see his helpless state when the flames roar upward.  We give our God thanks for His help.  The wind was minimal.  The emergency crew dealt handily with a force that we were not able to control by ourselves.

The leap of flame could have overtaken our home and our business.  But God watched over us and those who intervened on our behalf.

If you have a situation that you see is out of control in your life, call out to God.  Jesus Christ has already intervened on your behalf.  Place your life in His capable hands.  Then your life will not be overcome by a leap of flame, but, rather, a leap of faith in Jesus.  He will not disappoint you.

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A Piece of Yesterday

planer, wood planer, hand tool, hand wood planer, wood, pencil sketch, pencil sketch of hand tool, wood working,Since I have lived here on heritage farm, I have become acquainted with a part of life that was new to me.  Yet, in my heart, I knew that many people had similar history.   The  story of our ancestors immigrating to this country and starting a new life has captured my imagination in several ways.

Tools made life easier.  Family made life endearing.  Farming and gardens supplied material needs.  Art-styles and needlework added beauty to necessity.  Hobbies of our kin became of interest.

This is to say, then, that I like to capture a piece of yesterday on a piece of paper as I sketch.

Since there are old tools on the farm,  I can sketch them.  My own dad had many of them when I was a child.  When I see them here,  I have an attachment to them from my past.  They bring back fond memories.

Living on the farm opens up opportunities that city- or town-dwellers rarely experience.  Preserving food has fallen by the wayside, so to speak.  But on the farm, we grow, freeze and preserve much of our garden produce and our meat.  These unique activities, bring me ideas for subject matter.

Some days I see beauty in a flower in the yard or garden; it comes from our Creator.  At other times, heirloom plants in the house capture my attention.  Things that He has done or provided may trigger an idea for my sketching or writing.

The buildings in which we work and live also become my subjects.  Those things in our lives that are “normal” and “everyday”, will someday be changed or gone with no memory left behind. 

My family also provides me with subject matter.  Their faces, their unique interests become fodder for creating pictures or stories.

Keep vigilant.  You, too, can look for ways to preserve some of your own heritage and things that God Himself has made.

Neutral Not Always Safe

corn crib, double corn crib, truck, pick up truckc ear corn, corn storage,On the farm we have a pick-up truck.  It has a standard shift.  That means that in order to run it, one must learn to operate a manual transmission.  There are 1st- through 5th-gears, reverse and neutral.  Not everyone can handle it.

One sunny summer morning, the truck was parked just outside of the double corncrib. The east and west walls of the corncrib hold ear-corn.  The roof between them protects the machinery inside.  The north and south aspects of the building are open with a large sliding door hung on the north end.  Much of the time it houses the truck.  But this day, it was out in the sunshine perched on a slight incline.

I don’t recall now why I slipped the gear shift into neutral, but I did.   All too soon gravity started working.  I could not believe my eyes.  The truck rolled right down the slight hill and I was powerless to stop it.  The aging truck hit the old wooden fence post by the calf  pasture.  Fortunately no large damage came from this incident.  But it broke the fence post clear through, and it had to be replaced.

Lessons to learn from this scenario:

  • Gravity is a power to be respected.
  • Neutral is easily overcome by forces stronger than itself.
  • Damage can come about as a result of being in neutral.

In life there are times when one might dare to think that a neutral position is safe and prudent.  But that’s not always so.  Be careful about using neutral.  Just as in this example, you can be unpleasantly surprised.

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Cricket

. . .

The still of night shadows o’er me

Putting weary thoughts to rest.

Time it is for quiet, peaceful hours in our humble nest.

Z-Zing . . .

Out of somewhere comes a-singing;

A constant, high-pitched sound a-ringing.

A nasty, little cricket hides deep within my house.

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Zing-Zing-Zing  . . .

                                                   Blessed sleep eludes me;

                                                  My annoyance is aroused.

                             Cricket still is singing from somewhere in my house.

Zing . . .

The cricket took a breather.

Ahh…restful quiet still may come.

I hope he forgot the lyrics of his summer nighttime song.

Z-Zing-Zing-Zing-Zing . . .

On a desperate mission,

I leave my slumb’ring spouse

Creeping and a-looking for that singing, lonesome louse.

Zing-Zing-Zing . . .

Hiding in my basement,

That six-legged teaser wins

Sitting there triumphantly underneath my freezer.

Zing-Zing . . .

I give up the battle.

I pillow my head; cricket stops!

Ha-ha, hurray, quiet!!… And then…the rooster crows.

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The Note Card Process

Oil painting, painter's studio, easels,My mom is an oil painter.  I learned from her experience, that oils and canvas are costly.  So I chose to sketch with the medium that I could afford.

For my first sketches, I used a pulpy sketch pad and ordinary pencils.  That lasted for about 10 years.

It was not until my daughter and I attempted to scan the drawings to the computer, that we discovered the difficulty of scanning that paper.  It makes it difficult to get a clean look.  Scanning picks up the imperfections on a  pulpy piece of paper.

pencil, graphite tip, sharpened pencil, pencil tip, pencil point,I still use the ordinary pencils, but we have moved into using 8 1/2 inch by 11 inch copying paper for the sketches.   There is much less to attempt to erase when making a copy of these originals.  We have found it to be far superior.

Some of my drawings come by sight; for instance, the Day Lily, the Wildflower Bouquet and the DahliaOthers, such as the Iris, the farm buildings, and machinery come via the aid of photographs.

Photos are scanned and displayed on the computer monitor.  I tape a piece of my drawing paper onto the monitor screen and mark the main points of the subjects that I wish to draw.  That bit of tracing speeds up my drawing process.  It eliminates the mistakes of improper proportions as I work.

Then I use a ruler, as needed, and my pencil to darken lines and add the shading that brings the sketch to life.  I keep an eraser handy, too.

The drawings are then scanned and put in a “card” format on the computer.  That electronic image is then printed on card stock and made ready for the customer.

You are welcome to browse our store for many of these note cards.
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Dormant to Enriched

tree, cloudy sky, By nature, I am one who can enjoy doing activities that are quiet.  For example, knitting, crochet, and other needlework.  So it is not surprising that sketching is a relaxing activity for me.

I did not realize this for many years, however.

As a young child, I do recall sitting on a sandy beach drawing a nearby tree in great detail.  In third grade, I got honorable mention in a city-wide safety poster contest.  Other than that, though, I did not excel in art.  It was dormant for a long time.

Not until we had our children, did art come into the picture again.  When our son was born it marked the beginning of a custom - making homemade Christmas cards.  Some came with photos in them, but some had designs and artwork that our kids could color.  As the kids grew, their abilities developed and the cards became somewhat more complex.  The Christmas Card forced me to dabble in several forms of creative artwork.

As our children got older, they rode the school bus.  Some days I chauffeured them.  When I did, I spent time in the car waiting for them to get out of school.  That is when I started sketching the St. John Lutheran Church steeple.

When they reached the high school years, my interest in writing began to emerge.   I hope you can see how the children have enriched my life.

Note: Steeple cards are available in our store.

Influence of a Happy Home

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Little House-Happy Home

I came from a happy home with a mother, father, two brothers, and one sister.  Because of the lives we led, my heart’s desire was to also have a husband, a home, and children.

As I entered adulthood, I formed values that became my own by conviction, not just by influence from my family.  Although many of those values were the same or similar, I began to take responsibility for my life.  So I busied myself with learning in Bible study, music, and relationships.

I met the love of my life and we married.  We moved to the family farm.  I became a nurse.  We began our family.  Every one of those events was filled with new experiences for me.

Along the way, as the challenges came, survival was an issue.  Finances got tight; parenthood was demanding.  Rest and relaxation became less and less available to us.  And yet, coping with life, as hard as it was, became the vehicle to new discoveries, enhancing and bringing new joy to life.

The day came when a life-changing question popped into my head.  “If my Mom can do it, why can’t I?”  This question has played out many times in  my life.

acoustic guitar, guitar,The result:

  • I became a nurse.
  • I give myself home permanents.
  • I cut my own hair.
  • I play guitar.
  • I sing in public.
  • I sketch.
  • I have painted murals.
  • I cut my husband’s hair.
  • I crochet, knit, and embroider.
  • I sew.

I have other interests that have developed over the years, too.  But what a blessing it has been, to come from a homelife where I can look to my parents and appreciate how they have influenced me.

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