Tuesdays With Moisi

This is a photo taken of the paternal side of our family in 1957 or 1958 by my best guess since our younger brother Tim is not in the photo. The quality of the copy of this photo is not good. This is the Molokan side of our family. Our Babushka and Dzedushka are seated flanked by 5 of their grandchildren and holding their youngest grandchild at this time. Our sister Kathy is the only one who is still alive from this row. Two of the children seated in front of our grandparents were our Uncle Jim’s/James’ step-children from his first marriage. We have no idea where they are or if they are still alive. That marriage did not last. Seven of the grandchildren seated are still alive. I’m the third one in from the right just below and to the right of my grandfather. Our sister Vera is just below and to the left of our grandmother. In front of Vera is our brother Fred. Our sister Kathy is on the far left seated on the bench with our grandparents. Moisi’s brother Mike did not immigrate from Russia with the rest of the family. After the family escaped into Persia/Iran and were there for some time rumors were spread about things being better in Russia and our uncle Mike decided to go back to Russia. He was arrested and sent to Siberia for many years and miraculously survived the harsh conditions there. Our Aunt Anna is the last surviving daughter of Babushka and Dzedushka. She will be 94 this April. She’s the one with the flower on. Moisi is the third one in from the right standing in the back row. Nadia is the third one in from the right below Moisi.

This is the Molokan church we all attended before we and a couple of our uncles’ families moved to Kern Avenue Molokan church. I do not have any photos of the Kern Avenue building.

We shopped at Russian Kosher Markets like this one for our required Kosher meat. This market is Shubin’s market. I remember shopping at Klubniken’s market but I don’t have a photo from Klubniken’s. Molokans kept some of the dietary laws that Orthodox Jews would keep and they also observe some of the Jewish holy days.

This photo above is from the 2nd Convention of the Russian Baptists in Los Angeles in 1939 years before the maternal side of our family immigrated to the U.S. and years before we joined the Russian Baptist church. In the late 50’s and early 60’s Bethany Baptist added a Russian Grammar School at it’s building that we and other Molokan children attended. I did not like going to Russian School on Saturdays!

These are photos taken from the 75th Anniversary of the Baptist church that our family became a part of in the early 70’s. Bethany Baptist Church, 2960 East Eighth Street in Los Angeles, California.

In 1985 Bethany Baptist celebrated their 75th anniversary.  Moisi and Nadia are in the second row on the left side. After Dear and I were married we were members of other churches and did not attend the Russian Baptist church except for special services or funerals.

These Tuesday With Moisi posts will remain fluid as I add or correct information and find more photos.

O Father, Hear My Morning Prayer ~ Hymn

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O Father, hear my morning prayer,
Thine aid impart to me,
That I may make my life today
Acceptable to Thee.

May this desire my spirit rule,
And, as the moments fly,
Something of good be born in me,
Something of evil die.

Some grace that seeks my heart to win,
With shining victory meet;
Some sin that strives for mastery
Find overthrow complete.

That so throughout the coming day
The hours shall carry me
A little farther from the world,
A little nearer Thee.

Words: Frances A. Percy

April Showers…

We took a different route home from Eastern Washington to I-90 taking us through small towns on highway 231. All along the way we saw excess water on properties and water very close to spilling over the roadway.

We had breakfast in Springdale at the Kozy Korner. We knew it was a good choice when all the locals kept coming in while we enjoyed our meal. Instead of heading back to Highway 395 we continued on 231 south to I-90.

This steeple on this church caught our eye in the little town of Edwall. The steeple was the best feature of this church.

And earlier in March on our trip to Colville for our granddaughter’s birth I took a photo of this church in town without a steeple but with an interesting exterior.

Speaking of our granddaughter I will add a photo of her, too, just to show her later in her live what was happening in the towns around her at her birth and shortly after.

This is me saying goodbye to our little Addy before we headed home on April 18, 2017.

April showers and March showers and snow melt have caused a lot of headaches for everyday travel in the tri-counties in Northeastern Washington. This next photo is just one example of a travel nightmare for lots of folks. This is part of highway 395 north of Colville and north of Kettle Falls.

We enjoyed our “off the beaten path” route to get to Interstate 90 and were happy that the roads had held up on this route.

I’m linking up to InSPIREd Sunday with Beth and Sally and

to The Barn Collective with Tom the Backroads Traveler.

On this Saturday I mowed the lawn while Dear weed wacked and we got the job done before another rain shower came through. We had glorious sunshine on Friday and in between rain showers today we have had some welcome sunshine.

We enjoy every minute of sunshine we get after so much rain and grey days! Hope you are enjoying sunshine in your neck of the woods.

InSPIREd Sunday

crystal-cove-090Community Church Congregational United Church of Christ in Corona Del Mar, California. That’s quite a mouthful for a name. Lots of C’s for sure.

crystal-cove-089On January 21st while I was in California my sister and I spent the morning at Crystal Cove and on our way home I spotted this church on a side street off of PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy) and my sister humored me and turned down the street so I could take some photos.

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We took full advantage of the sunny days in between the rain storms that Southern California experienced while I was there.

Linking up to InSPIREd Sunday with Beth and Sally. It’s been a few months since I’ve linked up.

We are still planning what we will be doing for Super Bowl Sunday and if anyone will be joining us. Maybe some New England Clam Chowder and a Georgia Peach Cobbler if I go with a game theme to represent each team. It will definitely be a fly by the seat of our pants kind of day! What are you planning?

Concrete, Washington

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On a road trip we took early in October we drove through the little town of Concrete along the Cascades Highway and Skagit River. Concrete is a town in north-central Skagit County, Washington, United States. The population was 732 at the 2010 census.

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St. Catherine Catholic Church.

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Community Bible Church

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Mount Baker Presbyterian Church

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Concrete Assembly of God. This is one of three oldest wood structures in Concrete that survived several fires prior to 1921. After all the fires the city decided to use their ample supply of concrete for future commercial buildings.

How Concrete Got Its Name

Early settlers came to the Baker River in 1871, originally calling the settlement on the west bank “Minnehaha.” In 1890, the townsite was platted by Magnus Miller, a post office was set up, and the name “Baker” was adopted. On the east bank of the river, the community that sprang up around the Washington Portland Cement Company (1905) was named “Cement City.” After the Superior Portland Cement Company plant (1908) was built in Baker, it was decided to merge the two towns, and in 1909, after much discussion, the new community settled on the name “Concrete.”

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The Concrete Fire Dept. and Police Dept. stand side by side sharing a mural on the front of their buildings.

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I’m linking up to InSPIREd Sunday with Beth and Sally and to Monday Mural at Oakland Daily Photo.

We are having a quiet Saturday as predicted. All outdoor surfaces are wet but not puddly. The rain is just a mist so far. Have you started shopping for Thanksgiving day? I haven’t yet since we are going to friends for the big meal. We are thinking of making our own turkey after Thanksgiving on the Traeger grill this year. Time will tell. Hope your weekend is going well.

The Buckeye State

Ohio country roads. We didn’t make it to the larger cities in Ohio like Cleveland or Columbus. On this drive we were headed to the airport in Detroit to fly back to Washington State.

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It was always a treat to see a horse and buggy although it was scary to see scenes like this next one.

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A tanker passing the buggy on the road.

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Millersburg

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We stopped at this General Store near Sunnyslope before we drove through Nashville, Ohio.

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Word of Truth Bible Church in Nashville, Ohio.

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First Presbyterian Church in Loudonville was having a Ham and Bean Supper. Loudonville is in the heart of Mohican Country.

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Just after Hayesville we connected to Highway 30 to head west and connected to 75 north onward to Michigan. We stopped in Toledo, Ohio for lunch. Toledo was the largest city we navigated on this trip.

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Holy Toledo! Many of us have heard the expression, but where did it come from?

The origin of the exclamation “Holy Toledo!” is the subject of much speculation. One suggestion is the name came about because of the heavy concentration of churches located on Collingwood Boulevard, according to the Greater Toledo Convention and Visitors Bureau.

Also, the City of Toledo, Spain, after which the American city is named, is often called “the Holy City of Toledo.”

Other suggestions of origin are not religious, but may be more likely. Holy Week has always been the worst week at the box office for show business; old-time Vaudeville actors contended that any week in Toledo was Holy Week. Toledoans Joe E. Brown and Danny Thomas popularized the term as they became nationally known performers.

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This Ghost Sign says Lucas County Board of Elections.

to-dtw-048After driving around this area looking for a spot that was open to have lunch we settled on the Ye Olde Durty Bird. It was open and there was parking across the street. Sometimes those are the best reasons to choose a spot in a downtown area. Thankfully it was good.

Time will tell if I link up to any memes this weekend. Got some laziness going on. How’s your Saturday going?

I will link up to InSPIREd Sunday and to the Barn Collective and to Monday Mural and signs, signs.

Thank you to Beth, Sally, Tom, Oakland Daily Photo and Lesley.

InSPIREd Sunday

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My last two churches from Ohio Amish Country happen to both be white. This first one is St. John’s United Church of Christ.

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The name of this simple church is Holmesville Church of Christ.

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I think the best feature on this country church is the belfry. We did not see any bats up there…

Bats in the Belfry: An antiquated term for insanity, madness. Belfry: the top of a bell tower on a church, where the bell is housed. Often infested with bats, who enjoy the darkness and seclusion of the place.
She’s got bats in the belfry, sqirrels in the attic, owls up in the loft.

Linking up to InSPIREd Sunday with Beth and Sally.