Saturday, September 22, 2012

great grandad morton

Last Tuesday Grandad Morton went home to be with Jesus. I was waiting to write so that I could paste in his obituary. I'd like it to be here to make it accessible to Grant and Calli when they are older.

A note to my kids,
Now of course I am a Lange and not a Morton so you'll have to ask your Father, Aunts, and Grandfather more about Great Grandad but I will always remember him and Great Grandma and how caring they were to you kids and to each other. On the love seat sat a pillow which read something like - "Here lives a fisherman, with the catch of his life." It was perfectly romantic. And I don't know if his father taught him to love wood so much but I know it's been passed down to your father. Remember to respect good wood and good woodwork Grant. It's in your genes. Your Great Grandad left a legacy of family, christian values, and pouring into the lives of anyone that came near him. He was a generous man and a humorous man. I'm so glad he was able to meet you both.


MORTON, A. Sidney, died on September 18 at the age of 96.  He is survived by his wife of 72 years, Roberta G. Morton; by four children – Sidney F. Morton (Ruth) of Moorhead, Minnesota, A. Kent Morton (Marilyn) of Richmond, Gregg W. Morton (Betty Ann) of Downers Grove, Illinois, and Kristin Curtis of Newfoundland, Pennsylvania; by eleven grandchildren; and by five great-grandchildren.  He was born in Dante, Virginia and grew up in Huntington, West Virginia.  Upon graduation from high school, Sid attended the Bullis School in Washington, DC, for one year prior to entering the Naval Academy, which he attended for a year and a half.  He enrolled in Indiana Technical College, where he was awarded a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering in 1940.  A professional engineer, he was a lifetime member of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers.  He joined CSX as a fuel service engineer in 1948 and completed his career there in 1978 as Coal Traffic Manager – Sales and Engineering.  Sid was an active member of All Saints Episcopal Church for 49 years, serving on the Vestry and as Junior and Senior Wardens.  His avocation was woodworking and woodcarving, and he made numerous pieces of furniture for family members, as well as decorative and devotional elements for the churches he attended.  After retiring, he taught woodcarving classes for more than 15 years in the Henrico County Adult Education program.  Samples of his carving can be seen at All Saints; Holy Trinity in Greensboro, North Carolina; and Trinity in Concord, Massachusetts.  Throughout his life, he was an avid fisherman.  Devoted to excellence, he pursued it in all he did, and encouraged it in his family, his friends, and his many woodcarving students.   A service will be held at 2:00 PM on Tuesday, September 25 at All Saints Church, Richmond.   In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to All Saints Episcopal Church.

A great man is missed greatly when he leaves. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

20 miles

Sunday was our 20 mile training run for the Portland Marathon. That was the longest we'd ever run and will be the longest until THE BIG ONE. Latricia so kindly flew up here to see me and tackle the run together. I was SO glad to have her company and chat away for hours with a girlfriend that knows me and loves me anyway. Marathoning really is a team sport. We were just missing Lauren who trained with us for our last 13.1 race. When Lauren was with us I remembered the Bible verse that says a cord of three in not easily broken. It is true. Two out of three often did not want to run at all but the third was so pushy about getting out there that we all would go pound it out. And we would end up having some fun and being thankful we went. Now so split up I skip a few runs but at least I have Tim to tell me to get out there. 

So we have a little over two weeks to taper our miles and get to that starting line. We've trained as hard as we could (and still keep somewhat normal lives) and this has given me confidence for the finish - as long as the Lord wills it. 

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

bus day

It's the second day of school today and Grant's first ride on a school bus. We lived too close to get the bus last year but this year we made it on the route. The yellow slip around his neck is his "shipping label". For reals. Even the school called it that. It has his name, his teacher's name, his bus number, and his address. Should I have written "This side up"? I didn't follow him to school. I'm like 98% sure he'll find his way.

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

starting again

Today was the first day of 1st grade for Grant at his new school. I remember 1st grade being a HUGE deal. It's a pretty big jump from Kindergarden to "real school". The hardest part of the day was Calli leaving school without her brother but I think she liked playing without his pestering once she got home.

Good luck Grant! I know you are smart, kind, and funny. Be those things this year. Go Ninja Go.

Saturday, September 01, 2012

no time!

I would blog if I ever had any time! Pharmacy school is taking up more then 40 hours of life for Tim and I am used to him helping me with the house and kids. It's quite the step back into craziness. I'm back to work, oh and then there is marathon training taking 1 to 2 hours a day - but I am kicking butt there! So we really are feeling the pressure here. I can't say how long it will last. I'm not supposed to be here now. It's Saturday night and I want to spend one hour with my husband eating nachos and watching Futurama or something else we think is funny before I go completely insane.

I hope to share stories of bee stings, and running with strangers, and getting lost every time I drive soon. If my mom is reading this - I miss you!! :)