It’s the time of the year families take vacations. In the mid-seventies Dad and Mom created an enduring memory for us. We would take a loop through the Smokies and Washington D.C. on a camping vacation. We would visit some Christian colleges. We would take in historic sites along the way. We would picnic out of a cooler. We would spend every night in our cabin tent together. The big Chrysler held six. Mom and Dad in front. One child in between. Three across the back. Our family of three …
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Here is what’s been happening lately around the Granville Cottage, the latest about the Pierpont family, and what’s been on my active mind of late.
I have written two books filled with these family stories, but all the stories are here free for you to enjoy. I hope they inspire you to love your family while you can.
These stories are crafted to stimulate a desire for Christ-like character. They should drive you to experience salvation and on-going sanctification.
It’s the time of the year families take vacations. In the mid-seventies Dad and Mom created an enduring memory for us. We would take a loop through the Smokies and Washington D.C. on a camping vacation. We would visit some Christian colleges. We would take in historic sites along the way. We would picnic out of a cooler. We would spend every night in our cabin tent together. The big Chrysler held six. Mom and Dad in front. One child in between. Three across the back. Our family of three …
Drove to the hospital this morning before I’d had my coffee. Arrived to realize that I was without my wallet. No parking pass, no money for gas, NO COFFEE! Plunged into despair. Feeling like a penniless vagrant I prevailed upon the mercy of a parking attendant for a spot in the valet lot. I made my call and hiked back to the car and scrounged breathlessly for change in the ash-tray. For such a time as this I discovered an unused coffee coupon which entitled me to a free cup …
We used to live in a pretty exclusive neighborhood in the Western Suburbs of Chicago. The people who owned homes there (we did not) were people of considerable means. Across the street was a huge, white, Mediterranean-style home. Each of it’s many garage stalls was embedded with a luxury car sparkling like a gem. The occupants of the home owned the kind of dog wealthy people own. Our home was nice enough but not really ours. Our cars were pretty utilitarian, none of them even remotely gem-like. Our garage was …