Year: 2016

Have a Christmas with 30 children and one bathroom.

Originally posted on I am Pam Holland:
“Alone Lying, thinking Last nightHow to find my soul a homeWhere water is not thirstyAnd bread loaf is not stoneI came up with one thingAnd I don’t believe I’m wrongThat nobody,But nobodyCan make it out here alone. Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone.” Maya Angelou Christmas is now a fond memory for 2013.  Roll up your sleeves with anticipation at the arrival of 2014. I’m revamping the studio and today I found an old news paper cutting  of Keith and I with the Bambinos and it bought back memories of past Christmases. We didn’t get invited to relatives or even our parents houses for Christmas with our troops.Its not that they were badly behaved, to be honest they were more polite than most, but the sheer number put the fear of dread into the most staunch of family members. For years we shared Christmas with a family like ours, The Howards. With our 13 and a few extra foster children or exchange students and…

Christmas and our hero’s

Our family is large, 13 children, Keith and I and 26 Grandchildren.

I birthed 3 children and other mothers from impoverished situations gave us the joy of giving a future to their children.

Some of children had been abandoned at birth, others were in dangerous situations, and some that I can’t even explain.

This is me, this is mine.

Monday last week I arrived home from a 3 month trip. After traveling for 36 hours I fell into organizing just a few things like storm damage to the downstairs area, unpack 6 cases, organize insurance, food shopping, catch up with family and do a day of business with my PA and pack for the New Zealand class all in three days. Then off again.