After not meeting in August, Session did not have a long list of business at the September meeting, but please do not flood us with an extra load to keep us busy, but give us what is needed.
The Girls Scouts want to use the Fellowship Hall on December 16th and 17th, for a night of Babysitting from 6:30 PMto 9:30 PM, as a fundraiser.Shannon said for the “potty trained” only, because she is done changing diapers.The girls will be well chaperoned.Rental fee will be waived.
Approval was given for the HART Pantry to advertise for fundraisers in the church bulletin and church chatter newsletter.
The Church Thanksgiving dinner was discussed.Some people who work are unable to come on Friday.The Deacons are to rethink and possibly consider having it on a Saturday at noon.It will be announced.
Our PreschoolDirector is cutting her hours at the school and doing more from home.The preschool is planning to have pictures taken of Church Families for a Christmas Card fundraiser.Do not eat any ice cream until May, because the preschool wants to have an ice cream social in May as a fundraiser, as well.More later on this and approval was given for both projects.
Some of the Preschool Parents are having hard times, financially.It is difficult to pay for their student tuition.Session approved of one half of the Birthday Fund to go to help those in need.
Approval was given for the children’s Christmas Pageant on December 4th, the Chancel Choir Cantana on December 18th, and Christmas Eve Services on December 24th, at 5:00 and 7:00 PM.
The pastor’s and all committee’s reports were received.Next Session Meeting is October 10th, at 5:00 PM.
Get out your walking shoes!We will be joining the Phoenix Crop Walk for World Hunger this year.It will begin at 2:00 in the afternoon at First Congregational Church in downtown Phoenix.We will meet at our church and carpool down.Hopefully, many of you will join us OR sponsor those of us who will be walking.More details to come, next month.
We cannot believe that it is October already and we have been in school for two months. We are so happy that the weather has cooled off and we can be outside more.
We are adding Spanish to our curriculum on Wednesday’s.Just before chapel we have about 10 minutes of preschool Spanish and the kids are enjoying that.
We will be doing our Harvest Festival On October 28th.We will be having craft activities, face painting, and bean bag toss.We will have lunch with hot dogs, chips and desert.We will do our costume parade and Trunk or Treat in the parking lot.This is always a fun morning for the kids and teachers and are looking forward to a day of fun.If anyone would like to help us with this day, please contact the preschool.We would love to have you.
We are also looking forward to The Family Feast in November, and the Christmas Musical in December.Keep an eye out for more information on all our upcoming activities.
Some of you may not have known Marvin and Marian Peters, as they had moved to Lake Havasu City, AZ a couple of years ago.They wanted to be close to their daughter in their golden years.In younger years, we took care of our children, but now, as we get older, the kids take care of us.
Word was received that Marvin, 91 passed away on August 13th.His wife, Marian of 65 years, passed away March, 2015.The Peters joined PP.C. in 1992 by letter of transfer from another church.Marian served on the Board of Deacons here at P.P.C.Marvin was good to show up for a work “party” in the younger years.For the “party”, we would have maybe 15 men and women show for a breakfast of NOT donuts, but eggs, bacon, biscuits and fruit.We would have a devotion, then the “party” would begin.This was a time when we had more younger folks in the church family.
A side note; when my first wife was living (before 2001), the Johnsons had a New Years party at our home and Marvin and Marian came.No SPIRITS or beer was allowed and we had a good crowd and a good time.Everyone was sober for the drive home.Someone was the time keeper, so when it was 11:59 PM, we all got our coffee mugs or punch glasses and gathered together for a toast at midnight.The hour arrived, we had the toast and “wished each other, A HAPPY NEW YEAR!”After we kissed all of the ladies, I thought the group would be asking for their coats to go home…WRONG.About 1:00 o’clock, I was ready to go to bed.But, we still had a house full of guests.I could have asked the last person to leave please turn out the lights and lock the door behind them.
About that time, someone mentioned my hobby of several antique farm tractors.Several of the men wanted to see them in my garage, so we went outside and Marvin was the most interested.“DO THEY ALL RUN?”, I was asked.In other words, let’s hear the 1935 John Deere and all the others pop.So we did.By this time, it was after 2 AM and I was thinking, hey guys, go home.Finally, they left at about 2:30 AM.
Never under estimate the power of positive thinking, because it worked, 2 or 3 hours too late, as far as I was concerned at the time.
Later, reliving the party in my own mind, this was a time when we could visit and get to know each other a little better than on Sunday morning in church with, “Hi, How are ya?It is nice to see ya.”I got caught up on my sleep the next few nights, because we did not have anyone over for the “evening”.
THANK YOU MARVIN AND MARIAN FOR YOUR YEARS SPENT AT P.P.C.IT WAS NICE KNOWING YA!
From the P.P.C. Family,Ken Johnson
Word was received of the death of one of our dear members, Evelyn Grashel on September 7th,.It seems that the summer months takes it’s toll on our senior
citizens and 2016 has not been an exception.
The information I have on Evelyn is limited, as I do not have any contact with any of Evelyn’s family members and she and I, did not drink coffee together.
Evelyn came to P.P.C. on April 2, 1990, by reaffirmation of faith.I do not know where she lived prior to living in the west Peoria area or where she grew up.Evelyn was an active Deacon here at P.P.C. in the years of 1991, 1992 and 1993.According to the roll book page on our Deacons, she was ordained as a Deacon in 1954, elsewhere.Evelyn was faithful in holding a pew down on the north side of the sanctuary every Sunday, until the time came that she was unable to attend worship.The last time I visited with Evelyn, I took her a takeout plate from a Thanksgiving church dinner.At that time, she had a caregiver.Sometime after that, she moved to Kingman, Arizona and this is where she passed away.
Her services were at Sunland Memorial Park Mortuary and burial was at the National Cemetery on Cave Creek Road.
Thank you Evelyn, for your years of service at Peoria Presbyterian Church.
For years, Arizona has been known as the state offive “C”s.They are Cotton, Citrus, Cattle, Copper and Climate.
In my last article, I wrote about how the Christy family kept our church buildings clean, including the shine on the now covered up hardwood floor.Years ago, P.P.C. should have had a slogan, “A CHURCH WITH THREE C’s”.The CHRISTY CLEANING CREW.I wrote about how the whole family of eight would spend evenings after school or Saturdays to clean P.P.C.Roy was Director of Maintenance for Dysart Schools and Barbara was a teacher.P.P.C. was the next stop on the way home from Dysart, about ten miles west of Peoria.Probably the six children wanted to hear, “When school is our, come straight home.”But, they had no choice as they were passengers and mom or dad was behind the wheel.
I visited Barbara in a Hospice Care Center and I saw two people beside Barbara, who I knew.Sue Dalaly from P.P.C. was ath here bedside and the other was Barbara’s daughter, Carol Cronne.As I visited with Barbara, she knew who I was and what I said, but was silent, only smiling and nodding her head.Carol helped with the conversation.
Carl has retired after thirty years as a Special Needs Teacher’s Assistant with the Phoenix Union School District6.This was hard for me to swallow, because when I think of the six Christy children, (six C’s), I think of them as Jr. or Sr. High youth in our church as the had originally arrived from Ohio in a Rambler station wagon some forty five years ago.
In my Harwood Floor article, I wrote how the whole family was involved in keeping our building spotless.Carol and I discussed the days of maintenance at P.P.C.Each child was given a cleaning duty.In between jobs or if the parents were in a different room, the kids would play hide and seek in the fellowship hall.Think about it, there is not a good hiding spot in the fellowship hall, unless under a table and you are sure to be found quickly.The closets are “Fibber McGee” closets.For you young ones, years ago, before TV, there was a radio program, Fibber McGee and Molly.When they opened the closet it sounded like a wall came tumbling down.Carol share with me, that she had a bad leg joint that would pop, so when it was her time to hide, the others would listen for the pop and just follow the popping noise and she was caught.
On my recent visit with Barbara, her silence was nothing new to me.She held down a back pew and was quiet except to speak to you.She never bad mouthed anyone or caused any waves in a meeting discussion.She was a good Deacon, a good P.P.C. member, a good wife, and mother.Carol told me that with her father, Roy’s job at Dysart School, he had to at times, fly to Wisconsin or the east coast to pick up a new Blue Bird school bus and drive it home to Dysart School.Barbara would go with Roy for the ride and maybe to help keep Roy awake.The last is my thought about it…because when I drove for Peoria on a long trip, if there weren’t any noisy kids on the bus, I would get sleepy).That was a long drive, but Barbara had plenty of leg room and room to roam up and down in the aisle, unless the “driver” would say, “Sit down back there”, as we had to tell our students while in motion.
On this note, I was the driver for my twin daughter’s volleyball game and their coach yelled at them and pulled them out of the game.Dad did not take that very lightly.On the way home, the coach was constantly up and down the aisle.I decided I had not done a brake check on the trip, so I had better do it.It so happened, the coach was up walking in the aisle and if you are familiar with the air brakes, they brake fast and hard.You should know the rest of the story.The coach went flying, but did not say a thing.
If you have any memories of the C.C.C. or the eight C Christy Family, please write it or tell me. Ken Johnson.
Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I’m working on for my Psychology class.When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.”
Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.”
Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.
Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my mother’s hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, “I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.”
Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.
Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2-year-old daughter’s antics, I suddenly realized that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.
Today, a boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class and as he was leaving he said, “I hope you feel better soon.”
Today, I was feeling down because the results of a biopsy came back malignant. When I got home, I opened an e-mail that said, “Thinking of you today. If you need me, I’m a phone call away.” It was from a high school friend I hadn’t seen in 10 years.
Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn’t eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.