On Tuesdays

Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth. Give us day to day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins; for we forgive everyone that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen Luke11:2-4 KJV
Thus started the lunch time hour at my little grade school. Lifting my bowed head, I waited my turn to line up in single file following our 3rd grade teacher to the lunchroom. We would march by the other classrooms who were also waiting to go to lunch. On this particular day the 6th graders were standing against the wall waiting for the little kids to go first. As I walked down the hall that day, I remember a certain cowboy that caught my eye. He was tall for his age compared to his age group. He had dark hair and was dressed in cowboy attire. His houndstooth Levi’s belied the one piece of attire that was not strictly forbidden in our school. He had outgrown the length causing his well worn cowboy boots to be partly visible. Lanky in stature he had one boot tucked up behind him on the wall. He struck quite a striking pose that I still recall to this day. Now at my school most of the boys wore blue jeans and those ugly black tennis shoes with the white rubber toes that curled up. My brother, Zane was the only cowboy I knew. Later that day I went home and announced that I saw a cowboy in the hallway on the way to lunch. After my brief description, my sister, Lea, said,”Oh, I know him, that is Jim Mayer, he is a real cowboy!”
That is my first memory of my husband, Jim. Later, I enrolled in 4-H where Jim’s mom, Anna was my Leader. Who knew that someday I would be called, Mrs. Mayer also. Anna is a very special mother in law to me, she is my art mentor and the reason I paint. What a blessing to grow up knowing my husband and his family at such a early time in my young life. Life is a colorful journey, God has shined his light upon our lives allowing us to enjoy one another, and for that, I am thankful.