1 Fels-Naptha soap bar
1 Cup - Arm & Hammer Super Washing Soda*
½ Cup Borax






Engelbert, Dennis J. Chelsea, MI Dennis J. Engelbert, age 89, died Friday, November 20, 2009 at the St. Joseph Mercy Hospital,Ann Arbor, MI after a brief illness and surrounded by his family. He was born July 27, 1920 in Albion, Nebraska , the son of John and Eunice Engelbert. Dennis was one of nine children and has two surviving sisters. He had four children with his predeceased wife Alvina (Brassow) Engelbert and they survive, John Engelbert of Chelsea, Janet (Ray) Feldkamp of Milan, Douglas (Nancy) Engelbert of Caledonia and Marlene (Bernard) Roulo of Brooklyn. He is survived by his current wife Catherine (Kay) Engel-bert and her children, Lawrny (Sharron) Steiner of Saline, Jim (Sue) Steiner of Whit-more Lake and Jane (Kevin) Berasley of Ann Arbor. He is also survived by 15 grandchildren and 14 great-grand-children. Dennis was a proud, hard-working farmer who had never ending devotion to his family. We love you, Dad! Dennis was an active member of the St. Thomas Lutheran Church, Ann Arbor, past president of the Washtenaw County Farm Bureau, a current member of the Rogers Corners Farm Bureau and a life member of the Tri County Sportsman Club, where he loved to dance. Funeral services will be held at St. Thomas Lutheran Church on Tuesday November 24, 2009 at 11:00 A.M. with Rev. Charles Schulz officiating. Burial will follow in St. Thomas Lutheran Church Cemetery. Visitation will be held at the Robison-Bahnmiller Funeral Home in Saline on Monday November 23, 2009 between the hours of 2:00 P.M.- 8:00 P.M. and from the church on Tuesday, November 24 from 10:00 A.M until time of the service. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the St Thomas Lutheran Church. Envelopes will be available at the funeral home and church.




Reference: | Brown Dossier |
Ship (P/U) date: | Sep 15, 2009 |
Delivery date: | Sep 22, 2009 1:00 PM |
We had a great trip!




Jim took the day off yesterday so we could go get our dossier apostilled, we wanted it to be a family event. We could have gone some place a little closer, but we found an Armenian restaurant near our state capitol. We thought we would celebrate the completion of our paper work with an Armenian meal. It didn't work out quite as we had planned, yes we completed our paperwork mission (yeah!) but the restaurant was not quite what we had expected. It was not open for one (in a busy area, at noon, what?) and looked a little shady to say the least. So we altered our plans a little and took Mexican takeout to a nearby park. The food was yummy, and we were treated to a little tree "trimming" excitement after lunch. Fun day! BBH!


This poem makes me sad, I pray I never lose my compassion for these vulnerable people. I fear that we as a nation already have.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? ...What do you see?
What are you thinking......when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man,.....not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice .....'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice ....the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?.......Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ......... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,.......as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .........who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ..with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now..........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ........my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ........ I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ....And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ........... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ....... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ....have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me.......to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ........ My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ...... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ............I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing......young of their own.
And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ..... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again ........my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys..............I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.
I think of the years ..all too few......gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .........open and see..
Not a crabby old man.....Look closer....see........ME!!





I spent a little time today making these file folder activities for the kids. Mostly for Owen (and eventually Ben). Just needed a few extra activities to keep him busy while I am working with the girls. They are very inexpensive and easy to make. I used resources from Homeschool share a website full of great (free!) ideas. They recommend laminating them, but I think I will skip this step since I do not have a laminating machine, and am trying to be very frugal these days.