This is the inside of my church. It isn’t the first church I remember but it is the one I have been raised in and I brought my kids up in. Today was one of those Sundays you can write in the books about. It is blog material people. Albert or Papa or Dad Or Hungarian Work Horse (he has many names) had to be there early today so I would bring up the rear later.As I was pulling up beside the church I watched my soon to be eighty year old mother get out of her little blue Buick and throw something in Hungarian Work Horse’s red Ford F150. I laughed because she was all dolled up and cute as a button.
This is Mom. Not today but as you can see she always tries to look adorable. Now back to the story.
Mom saw me walking up to the church and with a great big grin on her face she waited for me to catch up to her. We saw my sister Linda and my brother in law Greg of Sonny and Cher fame sitting in a pew so we slipped in beside them with me being in the middle of Linda and Mom. I was thinking this was working out pretty good because when Hungarian Work Horse came to sit after he got his stuff done Mom would be in between us. I love sitting by him but sometimes when he really gets into the music it makes me laugh. I try not to but for me it is an impossible situation because he has no tone or rhythm yet he loves to sing. Things were going pretty well until I dropped my bulletin. Linda smiled at me and picked it up for me. I smiled back. A few minutes later my little singing book left my hands like a paper airplane into the pew ahead of us and landed on the floor.I felt laughter bubbling at the back of my throat but somehow kept it there although my smile was laughing hard and my face was kind of twitching. Greg gave me his little song book and probably shared with Linda, I was thinking that was a real sacrifice for him till I remembered he sings silently.
This is the part where I tell you how much my family means to me and all the times they have to look the other way because I laugh at stuff and it makes them laugh. At home, at work, at funerals, at meetings, and yes at church, nowhere is safe with me and those poor people get embarrassed and I don’t blame them. Linda especially because she is usually my partner in crime. God bless her for being my sister.
As we sit listening to God’s word I am so happy. My Mom is here and my sister too, Mom still sings in harmony with us and I love it. Linda and I cry when we sing certain songs and nobody even notices anymore. It is memories of my sweet Grandma Jahr’s voice and precious snippets of time with my daughter and grandkids snuggled beside me.It is remembering my sisters and sitting in our Sunday dresses beside each other. It is heaven on earth. I am happy and when I am happy I laugh.
After the sermon we had communion. In our church you go to the front and kneel at the alter to receive the Body and Blood of our Lord. Work Horse was helping the pastor and I always think he is so handsome up there. He is such a good man and he takes it seriously as he should but he is always nervous. He is a behind the scenes kind of guy and I know it takes everything in him to do this task. I am standing in between Linda and Mom and all of a sudden the lady in front of me is drinking from the common cup that pastor is holding and it gets dropped red wine spewing everywhere. It is more than I can take. I am watching the pastor trying to clean up the alter, the floor, and the cushion that we kneel on with a little hanky. My eyes are watering with laughter but no sound yet people. I am proud that is until Work Horse comes by with the little individual cups for the people that don’t want to drink from the common one. He looks white as a sheet and in a monotone scared voice is saying take and drink take and drink take and drink. He can’t remember any of the other words. His hands are shaking so bad that the little cups are tinking against each other. I am done then and I start laughing choking and heading for the basement to try to make the laughter stop. I am sure glad the grandkids did not witness this one.
They say sing to the Lord with a joyful voice. I don’t think He cares if there is a little humor either. I know He loves me even when a spectacle is being made. Blessings Everyone.
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Its been a long time since I booted up the computer and looked at my blog page. I was astounded and humbled at how many people still take a peek at my little corner made for my family. Thank you everyone. Here is a video of my Peach about a year ago. I know it is grainy but I laugh every time I watch it. I was apparently incontinent at the time we were having this conversation. Her mom and new dad just moved to a new house near Detroit. It is about two hours away so we have many talks on the phone and some I don’t even know about. Apparently my memory is going as well as the plumbing. I hope to reconnect with you all again soon. Now off to the store to get some Depends. Blessings everyone.
These last few months have been very trying for me. I have had to adjust to my daughter and granddaughter moving out. This alone could have sent me over the edge a few years ago but now I can honestly say I roll with most of the punches that life swings at me. I have felt blessed to live this life God has given me and am so thankful for my many blessings. I try not to sweat the small stuff. That is unless it concerns my sisters or my mother. I can be overly protective and sometimes very judgmental. I remember being afraid and always working. I expect more from all of us because we have so much knowledge of what can go wrong with life. We know about divorce and poverty. We have experienced child abuse and ridicule. I believe every one of us walk around with something from our past that has a tendency to affect our future and I would like to see that cycle end. When my mom married my last stepdad Ward my life changed. Here he is with Beth on her confirmation day. For the first time in my life I was never worried about safety and my mothers love or her judgment. He gave me courage and the will to look at things from the outside. To this day if someone says one word about him not being perfect it makes me sad. I know that quiet man had faults,we all do but because of him and his willingness to change our life is so much better. My mom complains about his transgressions sometimes and I feel like she is angry with him. I could do the same thing about my past but what sense does that make. It is what it is. I try to remember the good times. Granted they were far and few at times but they were there. Linda and I having our babies Linette and Loretta. Seeing Lori when Daddy snuck us up to the hospital after one of her many surgeries and the miracle of baby Lana that we would run off the bus to be the first one to hold her. I hold everyone of those memories so close. They are precious to me. I don’t want those girls to ever be hurt. I don’t want my mom to have bad feelings about any of us and I want us to realize how lucky we are to have each other still walking and breathing when there are so many families that are broken by death way to soon.There is a rift in this family right now and the longer it goes on the easier it is to continue. My mom was only seventeen when she started having kids so a lot of times it is like she is a sister instead of a mother. Then there is the fact we are all women and you know how feelings are with the female species. I can get my feelings hurt with The Work Horse and the poor guy doesn’t even know it.
Here he is in his Sonny Bono days. The love of my life and sometimes the pain in my neck but always my hero. God help him for putting up with me. Sometimes it isn’t about who is right sometimes it is about who can swallow their pride and remember their blessings.That is what I want for my mom and my sisters. I am not the perfect sister or wife or mother. I have made many mistakes but for quite a few years it has gotten easier and easier to let go of bad feelings. It is exhausting to be hurt and mad. When I leave this earth I want my family to remember me with a smile and know whatever I said was because I loved them and wanted what was best for them never to judge. I don’t care who is the favorite or who does the most. All I want is peace and harmony for a family that so deserves it after everything they have been through. The thing about a disagreement that carries on for too long is people tend to forget about the content and just remember the hurt. How stupid is that when you miss the person and your pride won’t let you move forward. I know as a mom I have been mad at my kids and sometimes haven’t talked to them. I can tell you it is the worst feeling in the world for me and for them. We talk about it now and I am so thankful they accept that I made a mistake. Parents should never close a door on their kids. Siblings should never not use the closeness of their past to render the richness of their future. I want to learn from my mistakes and be a blessing to my family even when I insert my foot in my mouth instead of having someone put theirs in my behind.
Last week Bethany and I had a conversation that left an impact on me. She is in the Navy and married a guy without telling us. After we finally met him her dad and I knew he was not going to work as her husband. He quit his job. He stayed home and played video games and thought of ways to spend her money.She made excuses for him every time we talked to her. We were angry. One night in bed The Work Horse told me we were done worrying and she would come to her senses in her own time. He was right and now they are divorced. It took her a long time to right the wrong but she did it. I hope she learned a hard lesson and is never fooled again. I want her to know that we will always be there for her and will listen when she calls for our help. We might not like what she says but the door of communication will always be open. I need to love that girl with everything in me. She is far away in distance but as close as a heartbeat in my mind. I love her no matter what. That is what I want for all of my sisters and my mom.
Getting along is not easy but it is so worth it. Wouldn’t it be terrible if someone died and you never had the chance to mend a broken fence post. That fence is no good to anyone with a post broke.It lets everything out no matter how strong the other posts are. I don’t want to be the broken post that let all the richness of our hard labor of love out. Do you? Common sense is easy if you let it. I hope my grandkids get the chance to see all of our family at one more gathering before it is too late. When I was little my cousins and my aunts were my saving grace. I want my grandkids to know their nana’s family. I don’t want them to meet at funerals. I want them to play at parties. It can be a reality if we just remember our blessings instead of someone’s faults. There was only one perfect person born on this earth and fortunately He is part of this family and forgives us everyday no matter what we do to Him. He answers the phone when we call and opens the door when we stop in. I hope all of us remember that. Our kids and grandkids are watching and learning from us. We are their compass and they need all of us. I don’t want my little Peyton to think that someone is dying because she hasn’t seen them in church. She told me that is what happened when Grandpa Perkie died (Ward). He got sick and couldn’t come to church and then he died. That is her reality. I don’t want to explain adult things to this smart little girl so don’t make me. Give her peace of mind that her family is ok. Let’s make her fence strong and with boundaries of forgiveness and happiness. This family is a bounty of blessings and I hope all of us know it. Blessings everyone and hope to see you soon. Liz
The Work Horse and I have pretty much owned a dog all of our married life. They were mostly big outside dogs that the kids would bring in and play with and out they would go again. We started out with Curly, a Heinz 57 that one of the mean stepfathers owned first and I felt sorry for. He lasted about four years and died on the road. We had a beautiful collie named Wesley that we had for 3 years and a tractor got him. He died doing what he loved best- chasing wheels. Then when my son was about 10 for Christmas we got him a little black lab. Ebony lived with us for 14 years. She was the perfect dog and we all loved her. One of the saddest days in the Kovach house was the day Work Horse and Alisha took her to see Dr. Miller to be put to sleep. She had congenital heart disease and was coughing incessantly. Beth and I cried and cried while they were gone and I still miss that wonderful dog. I never wanted another dog after that because the kids were getting older and didn’t want to take care of an animal and well to be frank they die and why have something in the house that is going to die.
Last year Alisha came back home and brought McKenzie with her. It was an adjustment having a baby in the house but we loved having her here. Then Alisha decided to get a puppy. It would be a companion for the little girl and she would take care of it. I tried digging my feet in but one thing I know for sure is my kids hardly ever listen to me or take the advise I give them so of course as it goes I became the care taker of a dog I didn’t want. It wasn’t long and I was spending hundreds of dollars on a dog that wasn’t mine and said dog was a house inside living thing. I have never liked animals in our home.
Alisha and The Peach have their own place now and it is adjustment time again. I am lonely for them both at times but also love having my freedom and toy free home back. The one thing different is it is not dog free. Nope Boots lives here and while I am writing this he is ripping up a paper beside me on the floor. We went from baby messes to cleaning up jealous for my time dog messes. I went from grumbling about another thing to take care of to thinking— When you move Alisha you can take the baby but not the dog. He wormed his way into the Work Horse’s and my heart. He goes everywhere with us. He has play dates with his brother and my grandkids dog. He goes shopping with my sister Linda and me and he freaking sleeps with us. I am now hotter than a Pentecostal mother finding drugs in her kids bedroom after an alter call. The Work Horse on one side of me with his arm wrapped around me like a mink stole and the dog on the other side with his fur gathering my sweat beads.
We are both smitten with this little guy. I knew it was bad when I heard The Work Horse trying to take a nap on the big chair with Boots and saying to him,”Honey, just lay your headie down” as Boots was nipping on his fingers for attention. If that would have been one of the kids they would have gotten a disciplinary action but not Boots.Of course Boots does more work around here than any of the kids did.He mows lawn and he helps take out the trash. He cleans up the floor if food drops and he dusts everything with his little body because no surface is safe around him. He makes me walk everyday something I have always wanted to do and he is the best physiatrist because he listens and I always feel better with his unconditional support and love. That dog loves us more than anything and I have never said this before but I love him too. We now are one of those crazy people that puts coats on their dogs and includes his name when we send a birthday card. I am almost a little ashamed. Don’t ever comment on animal lovers actions because you never know…….
So today I say thank you God for giving us pets. I know they become part of your family and are one of God’s blessings even when you think you don’t want them. Just look at this little guy, could you resist that face? I don’t think so. Blessings every one.
The summer of 2014 in pictures….
Miss P lost her first tooth. She was so excited at first because her big sister was such a chicken every time one of her teeth loosened and I think she thought that she could be braver. I don’t think that happened.
Everybody at the Merchants can ride a two wheel bike. Even little Minnie.
Collin learned how to wink. I love this picture of him.
Little Peaches found out she loves to bake and when she bakes Charlie winds up in the washing machine.
Boots found out that when Peaches says walk they walk. Poor Charlie! I think he is hanging upside down. That guy never gets a break.
Papa ended it with a big kick to his bucket list and walked the Mackinaw Bridge on Labor Day. He has wanted to do that for years.
This may have been my favorite. The kids camping in their back yard and getting so scared they came tramping in about two o’clock in the morning because they thought something was killing Mike’s hunting dogs and mosquitos were biting Miss P into craziness. They all looked punched drunk the whole next day.
So good bye Summer of 2014 and thanks for the memories. Blessings everyone.
Collin is growing up. This was him last summer being just an innocent that didn’t have much of a conscience. A little boy that was four in a house full of girls.He was at my house quite a bit because the girls needed a rest from him in the summer time hotness and I was home recovering from another knee replacement. He was my little knight in shining armor and I was his damsel in distress. We were a match of rocking chairs creaking and story books of diggers and tractors. He still chose to sleep in Grandma Jahr’s old metal crib after his body would betray him into limpness while cuddled in my lap. This little guy was my promise from God that life could be simple. A kiss could cure his booboos and a smile was all he needed for encouragement. Although each one of his siblings mean so much to me he in his uniqueness lets me know that we are all wonderfully made and boys are boys even in a house full of girls.
This summer he learned how to ride his bike without training wheels. It was the first thing he ever accomplished before his twin sister. Who knew that hand me down Dora bike would hold so much significance in his little existence. I laughed so hard when he told me it was just a practice bike and his bike was in the garage with the trainers still on it. It wasn’t long and he was doing wheelies and riding like he was a race car driver with the checkered flag in sight. He ran his mother over and she went flying in the air that brought a flash back of her doing the same thing to her brother the year she learned. That bike gave him confidence and freedom.
This year he became a protector of his cousins feelings. They still fight but when she is sad he is sad. I saw him give her one of his beloved tractors to take home when she was crying something unheard of before she was a part of his wheel house. She is his Kinz as he calls her and he loves her just like a sister. He knows how to comfort because of her. I know she will be special to him for all of his life.
He learned how to wink. The first time he showed me his little eyes were going light a corner caution light because he couldn’t get the one to stay closed but now he has it down. His mom was so proud that she posted it to his dad and Aunt Aimee with the caption—Watch out ladies. This is going to come in handy because on the first day of school he came home and announced he had a girlfriend.He didn’t know her name but he liked her because she gave him a pencil and a color. After much prodding from his mother we found out Adeline was the recipient of his affections. Sweet Adeline you are a lucky girl.
Gone is that baby and now emerging is this delightful little boy that I so adore. His baby magic smell is now replaced with soap and a smidgen of his dads cologne if he is ever clean and that is rare. He will always be my Little Dude no matter what age. I ache for that little guy sometimes. I miss it. It goes by so fast I just want time to stand still for a few minutes but that is not to be so I must revel in his newness of life everyday and thank God he is healthy and hope he doesn’t blow something up or flood the basement. Whatever he does I hope he knows that I will always love him even when he destroys the garage in five minutes or leaves the hose on outside for two hours. His vices are safe with me. He needs me and I need him. We are a heavenly match on earthly soil and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There was a whole lot of battling going on today after my daughter Alisha left for work. Miss Peaches and the thing we call a dog were at war. She was hollering at him in Chinese (she is trilingual) when he stole a plate she was using to make something that only God and she knew what it was. All I know is it must have been delicious because Peach sounded like an Amish person at a smorgasbord while she was taste testing in her little kitchen. I was trying to put clothes away when the dog came jumping over the step like a gazelle with the plate in his mouth. I grabbed him and gave the plate back. Disaster averted. One pair of socks put away and he has the stinkin lei she was wearing and it is on again. I was glad I couldn’t understand her at that moment because the German that was coming out of her mouth wasn’t a prayer I can tell you that. She was soooo tricked off. He tore the lei and I had to throw it away and give her another one. Back to the toy room she goes. I think what ever she was cooking was on fire by then. She is working away and I sit and watch her for a minute loving her little ways and listening to her. She can’t say a lot but she is a master when it comes to pretending. It reminds me so much of her mother when she was little. She wasn’t a big talker either at that age. Pretty soon she is immersed in her cooking and so I go to finish putting away the clothes. I am almost done when I hear her bellering TOP TOP TOP CHARWEE. That is English folks. It means stop stop stop he’s got Charlie. This is serious. That dog snuck back upstairs and took Charlie right from her little table where she was entertaining and serving the charred remains of her whatever it was. You don’t mess with Charlie. She is so mad and I am too. The dog is disobeying and it takes me twice as long to get anything done because of it. I finally talk her into going down stairs for a little snack. The phone rings and I am talking maybe five minutes and hang up.
This is what I find in the living room. I knew she was tired. Charlie got left upstairs and Snoopy must have been on the couch.
Guess who else was tired.
Recharging. I’d say on the seventh day they rested but it’s only Wednesday! Blessings everyone.
I got a phone call from Brooke the other day. She is my oldest daughter and the mother to the bulk of my grandchildren.She had the kids at the park because Alexis had ball practice. I think she was a little taken back as her kids were playing when she over heard a couple of boys make a statement as they looked at Peyton. Two simple words. SHE’S HOT
She is only eight years old and the boys weren’t much more than that I guess. Brooke is a teacher of kindergarten so she pretty much hears everything but this was about Peyton who thank goodness never heard the statement. She needs no more self confidence. She oozes it like water from a crack in a Michigan basement and it drives her big sister Alexis crazy.
I know what that is like. In my eyes my little sisters were always way cuter than me and it took it’s toll on my idea of how I was perceived to other people. Thank God Alexis has two wonderful parents that keep the nobody is better system in place. There are no big heads at their house. They are what my dream family would have been when I was little.
We laughed as we were talking about those wonderful kids and I kept thinking that my love for Brooke just gets stronger and stronger. How is that possible when she has always meant so much to me. She is the mother I always wanted to be. Peyton is kind and loving because of the way Mike and Brooke taught her. She is one lucky little girl and her and all of the kids are fun to be around because of that. Like I said everybody has their heads the right proportion for their age.
I just wish I would have been the one to over hear little boys say something so stupid. I would have replied— Yes, she always sweats like that.
My Peaches woke up from her nap today as I was making my son-in-law Mike some chocolate revel bars. Being the accomplished baker that she is she got started right at it making the filling for the bars. Please don’t tell her mother about this because I don’t want to get in trouble but do revel in her joy of making the bars.
She said there wasn’t enough vanilla.
Oh much better but not quite.
Now tell me please could this little Peach get any sweeter. I don’t think so. Blessings everyone.
Today was one of those days I will hold in my heart forever. I had two strong willed kids that love to pretend at my house. It was a day for plowing and seeing who was going to be the driver of all things that move. McKenzie aka my Little Peaches was doing a lot of button pushing on Little Dude’s tractor and I was OK with that until she figured out how to get it to go. That thing is too dangerous for her to drive herself. Her mother usually hops on the thing and they go around the yard but she had to work today so that was not an option.
They climbed on Papa’s garden tractor and you can see it is always safety first with Peaches.
There was quite a discussion on who was going to drive. You can see who won. I mean would you argue with that?
It took her a few minutes to study the controls but after that Little Dude had complete confidence in her. Oh the places they went and the giggles that in sued.
Just look at her backing up. Now that takes skill.
Can you tell which one of them had the bath after all that work?
Today I say thank you God for my grandkids and the parents that don’t let them sit in front of a television screen or gaming system. The world is theirs to explore and pretend. Someday Little Dude will tell Peaches about the day he let her drive and she will laugh and laugh. He will say it is because she was spoiled and she will know in her heart he is right.She will always love him for that and he will always love her because she needs him. That is what big boy cousins do.