A New Life In A Different State

If you had told me a couple of years ago I would be living in Texas, I would have said, No Way. Not because I didn't want to eventually, but, there were so many hurdles to pass, it looked far, far into the future.

Here is the story of how we came to be Texans.

As I told you in a previous post here. We sold our home in California and moved. We had lived in that particular home for 37 years. Our youngest daughter was born when we had been there about one month, so it held a lot of memories of 5 of our own children and another to bless us in our life.

Many races around the house, apples to pick from our small orchard, volleyball in the backyard, whiffle-ball games in the front yard, redecorating throughout as we lived our life in that little 1487 sq ft home.

Well, life here in Texas has been different. Not in a bad way, tho. The weather is different. Fireflies grace out yard from time to time. I thought being a Californian that fireflies were of the imagination, little did I know... We live in a neighborhood, but the Lord put us on the end of the street and we have no neighbors on one side and none in the back. Only fields of wildflowers with no plans to take away that lovely sight.

We dabbled in selling in an Antique store for about a year, but we have decided that has run its course and now we don't know exactly what will be next, but Lord willing, we want to meet it head on and be a blessing.

One of our grandsons was married to a lovely young lady and two years, almost to the day, they blessed our family with a great grand daughter. Miss "A" is now a little over 4 months old and she is a doll. Of course, we may be a little prejudice. They live a short distance away and it is always a blessing to see her/I mean them!

All of one family's children have graduated high school. One granddaughter is a pharmacy tech, another has a job at a big box store and the grandson is secure in his job for a nearby city.

Another family is growing up before our very eyes. The granddaughter is going to be an accomplished pianist in not very long. (not stage worthy in the world's eyes, but she can play and sing lovely) the young man is finishing his school and wants to follow in his father's footsteps.

As I have four families nearby, the third family has their two graduated and pursuing careers in AC/Electrical and Nursing.

The fourth family is getting ready to send off their children to college and finishing high school. They also have a great grandchild who is soooo cute.

A Day in the Life of a Junker

This post was prepared several years ago. It was kinda fun to re-read it and remember all that happened. Yes, just as it did. We have since quit shows, they are too taxing for us. We do like a good sale now and then tho. Maybe you will happen upon an older couple and ...


My head drops lower and I wake to find my chin almost to my chest. I stretch back and come fully awake. As I reach for my glasses, I try to figure out where we are on our journey. Glasses in place I start reading exit signs. Hercules, Pinole, Appian. OK, just about to the bay.

I glance over to Mr who graciously allows me to nap while he drives. "How're you doing?"

"Fine. Looks like it will be a nice day."  It is 3 am. We don't talk a lot early in the morning.

We exit the highway shortly and make the right turns to take us to a tunnel that goes under the bay to the island of Alameda. A few more turns and we join the other cars parked along the street leading to the gate. Our place in line is farther ahead than other times. Sometimes it stretches for at least a mile. We park and turn out the lights and settle in for a little more nap.

About 30 minutes later, we hear engines start up and lights come on and the cars start inching their way through the gates. Our entrance tickets are ready and we hand them over to one of the guards. This huge navy airfield has been marked into spaces for one of California's largest Antique - Flea Markets.

Pavement expands in all directions. We find our marked space and the first thing we do is set up out canopy with it's weights. Weights are now required on all four legs of each and every canopy as there have been accidents from flying canopies with the wind that sometimes comes up. No fun for the vendors, and no fun for the shoppers, some of who were injured.

Within a hour or so, a small city has been erected on the pavement. Rugs, jewelry, antiques from around the world, oddities. All this and more can be found here. We have been doing this "show" every month for about 8 years. That is a lot of shows...

Early, before 6 even, there are those who browse your booth. Few sales, for us anyway, take place. After Mr has unloaded and placed his furniture items, I get to spruce up a few pieces with my smalls. He takes a well-deserved nap over in the corner and I unpack a few packing boxes. Bowls, knick-knacks, plates, vintage cooking pieces, whatever we think may interest our customers are placed here and there. This last show we had a three foot tall leather zebra! I know other dealers, one my daughter, who can envision a whole vignette and make it happen. I seem to just stumble along and it is enough.

The sun rises, customers come and go. On a great day the market gets as many as 12,000 to 13,500 shoppers. That's a whole lot of people. Sometimes there is a steady stream going by. You see all the gambit of humanity. I have seen men wearing skirts, women with colored hair (not dyed - colors!), mothers with their babies strapped to their chests nursing, people on crutches (I know I couldn't make it one row, and there must be 50 rows). Then there are whole families. We had a few tiny birdhouses that we got for a song and were selling for $1 each. It was so fun to see the children pick out one and pay for it. I mean, who cannot afford $1?

Our neighbor vendor has his children come and help him. Sometimes it is his son who lives in a near city. "Tony" helps dad set out his refinished works of art - tools. They are truly beautiful. "Tony", the son,  is a principal on a normal workday. Here, he is the "helper". Other children show up a little later. "Lisa" (a mom with 4 little ones at home, I think she is glad to escape for a while...)  and "Lynette" (a professional lady), and "Josh", all there to support dad. One of the grandchildren sometimes comes. It is like greeting family to see them and share a few hours. "Larry", the dad shared with us a few months back that his wife was very sick, and they were waiting on test results. The next month, they told us that she had cancer. A few months later, we heard that she passed away. I don't know if this family knows the Lord, but we have had opportunity to tell them that we care and that we are praying for them. Hopefully, they see HIM in us.

"Sally" has a part of the booth across the way. She sells what she calls "steam-punk" jewelry and vintage watches. I don't even know if I would know what a "steam-punk" item was if it came up and tapped me on the shoulder. It works for her. Her other booth buddy, "Mike" is always telling her to not "bother us". She is just a lonely person who needs a friend.

We have other vendors who stop by to say hi and give us a short story of their day, or week, or month... For some reason, we seem to be a listening post. It makes the day very interesting.

About 1:30, I start gathering some small items that are not getting any attention and putting them in my packing boxes. As this is happening, arranging take place, and I usually end up selling something because I moved it... why didn't I have it there in the first place? At 2:30, Mr takes a stroll to the back parking lot to retrieve the parked truck and cargo trailer. He brings it around at 3 and we pack it up again. It is like moving twice in one day.

Getting into the truck for the ride home is right up there with being the best part of the day, the best part is when we pull into the driveway and thank the Lord for giving us another day to live for Him and thank Him for safety.

It's good to be home.

A New Post, an Old User

Many years ago, I started this blog. That's when blogging was popular. I don't think Instagram was that popular yet. Now, you see people checking their stats for followers online hourly, or at the very least, daily.

We used to live in California. There, we were Antique dealers, making our way through shows, finds, and re-purposing where we could. But then, life happened.

Our kids that lived in Texas at the time would remind us from time to time that prices were good there and we could retire there, near them. They would "take care of us" in our old age (!) and please move before they had to put us directly into an "old folks home". Well, we put it off by saying in a couple of years. Time passed and we didn't make that first step.

We decided to have a yard sale to get rid of extra stuff that we had acquired. Just a normal, yard sale. Well, during the first day of the sale we had 4 people want to buy our house! We smiled and said check back in a couple of years. They wanted to leave names and numbers, so we took them, never thinking of what would come of it. One neighbor, down the road, called us that afternoon and said she was thinking of her parents, but they were not ready to move. OK. But, could she pass on our number to her friends? Of course, we aren't moving, just giving out our information. Little did we know that her friend came to the sale and assessed the situation. They gave us a call that late afternoon and said they wanted to come by and talk to us. OK. They came, we sat in the front yard under shade trees and listened to them tell us they wanted our home, no improvement, as is. And, they made us an offer much more than we had expected. We both left with the thoughts that we and they would pray about this and get back in touch on Monday.

We were reeling! What! No realtor? But we weren't ready to move, or were we?

Long story later, we accepted their offer, they got a loan, we had a friend who works real estate read through the contract and we sold the house!

One of our daughters from Texas said she would come out and help us pack. We rented a POD, which is an 8 by 8 by 16 foot storage container. We packed it full and had the mother of all yard sales. We had decided to stay in California til September (this was now June). Mr had committed to an evangelical outreach at the Placer County Fair and he was going to keep that commitment.

We rented an apartment, first time ever, for four months. We saved only what we absolutely needed and sent a car, a POD and the same daughter out to TEXAS!

In the meantime, we needed a place to live in Texas. So, we went online and viewed houses for sale. We settled on a town near three of the kids and had them go look at it for us. We bought it actually sight unseen. We have been very happy in this.

All this long story to tell you how we saw the Lord's hand in day to day working in our lives. We were blessed beyond measure by His grace. He led us step by step, mowing down opposition and doubt. He made a way. We have had His blessing in using the funds He gave us by the sale of the house in California to fund our retirement. He Is Good. Always has been, always will be.

So now, I am a Cali-Texan. Or maybe a Texi-Cali. Whatever I am, it is by His grace. I want to be a blessing where ever He puts me.

Stay tuned to find out what He has done in our lives since we have lived in Texas.