Grand Central – Sanctuary? Rerun! by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on October 1, 2026:

David is entering his ninth week since his knee replacement surgery, and life is slowly getting back to normal. We missed church for about a month immediately following his hospital visit, and we’re still not back to all the activities, but we have attended Morning Worship the last four Sundays.

David is making great progress, but he still has a way to go before full recovery. For instance, it’s still painful for him to sit still for long periods of time. Instead of our usual seats of choice near the front of the Sanctuary, we have been sitting as close to the back as we can. This makes it possible – and less disruptive – for him to go into the foyer for a little leg stretching while causing a minimum of disturbance. It also allows us to slip out while Pastor Jason is offering the closing prayer – before the rush to the door and the thunder of little feet from KIDZ Church and Nursery makes it hazardous to walk with a sore knee and a cane.

Another thing it allows is a ringside seat to all the extra activity that goes on during the service. There is an almost constant flow of people of all ages going in and out the doors from the beginning of the announcements to the final “Amen” of the benediction. At a recent gathering of BBC friends, I commented on this phenomenon and was surprised to hear quite a bit of reaction of others in the group. I mentioned that I had written a column about it in February off 2023, and several commented that I needed to run it again – so here it is. Notice the next to last paragraph in which I mention special cases, David being one of those until he’s completely healed. I’m not pointing fingers but will hopefully raise a little awareness. And hoping that I’m following Peter’s instructions to speak “with gentleness and respect.”

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This month David has “the duty” at church on Sunday morning. Two months a year he serves as usher captain which means he is in charge of making sure all his team members are present, filling any vacancies with alternates, and ensuring everyone knows his position when it’s time to pass the offering or Communion plates. He also stands at the back of the Sanctuary or in the foyer to help open and close the doors quietly, to answer any questions about where to find the restrooms and other necessities, and to help with any other needs that might arise. It also means I’m on my own during both Sunday School and Morning Worship, and I have to dress with an extra layer since I don’t have him to lean against if it’s gets chilly in the Sanctuary.

Easy open – not! by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on September 24, 2026:

I’m often asked where I get the ideas for my columns. The best answer I can give is that life gives me ideas. After so many years, my brain subconsciously scans incidents and conversations for good story topics. Sometimes, I have to be hit in the head by a two-by-four to recognize the value of what’s happening, but when my deadline is close enough, I usually get it. That’s what happened this morning.

I finished the BBC column and sat staring at a fresh Word Document with two words on it – City Girl. I thought about doing a story about the Fair, but I couldn’t think of anything different about this year that I haven’t written in a dozen or so previous columns about the Fair. The one thing that stood out was my booth buddy – a cute, red-headed, fifth grader who was offering beautiful handmade bookmarks and greeting cards. Besides doing the rides with her friends – which she did on Tuesday – eating popcorn, snow cones, and other Fair junk food, and checking out the jewelry at the next booth, she displayed a salesmanship that put me to shame. Yes, that was amazing and interesting, but it wasn’t enough to fill a column.

So, I did what I often do when I have writer’s block, I went to clean the kitchen. It seems, even with just two of us, there are always dishes in the dishwasher or the counter that need to be put away or dishes in the sink or counter that need to be put in the dishwasher. This morning, after a week of the Fair, there were both. After bringing order to the chaos, I decided it was time to run the dishwasher.

My Three Stooges | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on September 17, 2026:

Since Kodak made some of the first personal cameras available in the late 1800s, people have loved to show off pictures of their children and grandchildren. There was a time when every new grandma carried a miniature photo album in her purse, ready to be pulled out at a moment’s notice to show off the latest birthday, school, or new tooth photos. And everyone within shouting distance found an excuse to go somewhere else. In this era of phones with digital cameras and digital social media, the brag photos have grown to include pets. And since not one, but three felines have adopted us, people now run when my phone comes out.

Of course, since I like to write, I have another outlet to share the latest antics of my furbabies. I not only have a camera at the ready, but I also have a weekly column, a blog, and a Facebook account. At first, pet columns were an easy fill-in when I didn’t have another topic. But then Kitty became so popular, readers would ask about what she had been up to. Some even suggested that she needed her own book – which was published in 2019.

However, as second and third children seem to have fewer pictures in their baby books, second and third cats have fewer columns written about them. Realizing it had been a while since I’d written about my three, I decided it was time. To refresh my mind on some of their antics, I went back through my photo library and Facebook posts. For the animal lovers out there, here are a few recent episodes of my personal Three Stooges.

A Strange Trip | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on September 10, 2026:

Some of my recent columns have focused on the fact that people of a certain age – people like me – tend to talk about the past – a lot. Another very frequent topic of conversation among us is our health. You don’t have to spend very long around a group of us before you hear more than you want to know about medications, aches and pains, ailments, doctors, and surgeries. We laugh at ourselves, but when the majority of the items in your calendar are medically related, it’s a topic that naturally comes up – often! And we know our personal medical conditions are boring to most other people, but it doesn’t seem to matter. That being said, this column is about a recent medical experience I had. I hope you find it strange and interesting rather than boring.

Last Monday, I went to Christus Mother Francis in Sulphur Springs for a couple of out-patient cardiac procedures. The most complicated part of the preparation for the day – other than skipping my morning coffee – was working out the transportation. I needed a driver for myself, and David needed a ride to and from physical therapy that afternoon. The problem wasn’t finding drivers but choosing among several volunteers. When you put out a call for help to BBC, the church family responds en masse. After a couple of text conferences, Lissa drove me to Sulphur Springs, and Jackie picked me up with Lissa as a backup in case something came up. And Jason ferried David both ways with Cole as his backup.

Lissa dropped me at the front door a few minutes before my requested arrival time, but I waited less than five minutes before being called to the check-in desk. The woman at the computer was very friendly and efficient and quickly handed me off to a volunteer who escorted me to the lab to have some blood drawn. She was very nice, too, but she had very long legs and a stride that had me out of breath by the time we reached the lab. More smiley faces greeted me, and the lab tech drew several vials of blood without pain. She may be my new best friend.

School Lunches | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on September 3 2026:

In a column in late July, I began with a warning that, at this stage in my life, many of my columns consist at least in part of memories of days gone by. This is another of those columns. Sunday morning, I saw a Facebook exchange between my brother Jim and his oldest grandson Michael about school lunches. They were lamenting the cutting of funds to a school lunch program in Oklahoma, and while I’m sure Michael’s original intent was to raise awareness of the situation, for me he actually raised memories of my own school lunches and ideas for another column.

If there were government school lunch programs in the 1950s and 60s, I wasn’t aware of them. We either purchased our lunches at school or brown-bagged it. I usually ate in the school cafeteria during elementary school. The cost was fifty cents a day or two dollars for the week if you purchased a lunch card. We had a morning break during which we could purchase a small carton of milk for three cents. That may have been subsidized by the dairy industry, but I don’t remember for sure.

One of my most embarrassing moments happened in that school cafeteria. During my fourth-grade year when I was in Brownies, our troop presented a musical program in which I was dressed like a Gypsy. Mom, who was a talented seamstress, made my costume – a long skirt, a puff-sleeved blouse, and a vest. I felt very exotic in it, but what does one do with a Gypsy costume besides wear it in a play or on Halloween? Your mom cuts the skirt to knee length and you wear it to school.

On the Road | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on August 27, 2026:

When you’re stuck at home recovering from knee replacement, or caring for someone who is recovering from knee replacement, you watch TV – a LOT of TV. We have several streaming services but none of the high dollar movie channels, so David – whose favorite toy these days is the TV remote – does a lot of YouTube surfing. One of his greatest discoveries has been “On the Road” with Rich and Ewa (pronounced Eva), a couple of adventurers from the UK who describe themselves this way: “We travel the world by motorcycle with one goal: to inspire everyday people to take on their own adventure.” Their latest adventure was in the United States where they purchased two cheap motorcycles on Facebook Marketplace and spent three months traveling from Florida to California, sticking to the back roads and smaller towns and talking to people.

Rich and Ewa purchased two Himalayan 411 adventure touring bikes which were manufactured sometime between 2016 and 2023. They certainly didn’t offer the comfort and style of a full-sized heavy touring bike like a Road King or Heritage Softail, but they ran well, and as it turned out, they covered around 6,000 miles with very few problems.

The intrepid pair hit the road with no itinerary and no timetable except to reach California before their visas expired. They set out with a general plan for the day, but they stopped when they saw a sight or event of interest, turned on a road that seemed more scenic than the one they were on, and stopped to eat or sleep at whatever establishment was at hand when the time came.

I could tell by watching David’s face that these videos were kindling the wander lust that had burned so strongly in him in his younger days. It was what made him go into the woods with a blanket and a bag of beef jerky to spend the night with his friend Roger dreaming of adventures to come. In later years, they rode their motorcycles without a lot more planning to the Terlingua Chili Cookoff, Sturgis Bike Week, Blue Ridge Parkway, the Tail of the Dragon, Key West, and many more.

Dinner has arrived! by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader August 20, 2026:

Throughout the years, there have been many ways of calling the family to the dinner table. On the farm when most of the family was in the field, the cook rang a dinner bell of some kind to let them know the food was ready. In homes where the diners were close enough to hear, you might hear calls of “Dinner’s ready” or “Come and get it” – or in the south it might be “Ya’ll come and eat.” In more formal settings, the call to dinner would likely be “Dinner is served.” But until yesterday, I had never heard “Dinner has arrived.”

I was looking through Facebook when I saw a post with this caption – “Dinner has arrived.” My first thought was, “Why is someone posting a picture of an empty blue sky,” but then I realized it was a video. I clicked Play, and within seconds, a drone appeared. It hovered for a few seconds, and then a cord of some kind came out of the bottom of the drone. I couldn’t make it out at first, but there was something attached to the end of the cord. I don’t remember exactly what it looked like, and I couldn’t find the video again, but it was a kind of rectangular box with legs sticking out of the four corners and a small antenna at one end. It descended pretty fast at first, getting slower as it neared the ground. It touched down at a bit of an angle but quickly settled down flat. It sat for a couple of seconds, and then like a hen getting off her nest, it rose leaving behind a box that did, indeed, look like a takeout dinner from a fast-food restaurant.

People sometimes talk about all the changes our grandparents saw in their lifetimes, but when I look back on all the technological things I’ve seen, I want to shake my head and say in my best west Texas drawl, “Well, if that don’t beat all!”

It was a blessed day! by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on August 13, 2026:

Last Thursday could have been a really bad day. David had two appointments at the VA in Bonham – dermatology at 9:30 and podiatry at 12:30. These are regular six-month and three-month checkups and are scheduled months in advance. I suggested to David that we might consider rescheduling until he was stronger, but he didn’t want to. He has a history of skin cancer, and he doesn’t want to take a chance of something going unnoticed and getting out of hand. Besides, his toenails were getting long enough that they got hung up on his sox when we were getting him dressed. So, I obsessed about how I would get him out of the car and down the long hallway to the departments in question. And then came Robert – again.

From the beginning of this new knee venture, Robert has been ready to do anything necessary to help. There have been many others as well, but for transport, Robert’s truck has the perfect seat height and spatial arrangement for a one-legged patient to get in and out with a minimum of contortion and pain. So, when David asked if he would be able to transport us, his answer was, “What time do I need to pick you up?”

He showed up promptly at 8:00 am and helped get David down the stairs and into the front seat. He had helped with the reverse process on the day of the surgery, so he was familiar with the routine. We arrived in Bonham in plenty of time, and I saw the small group of valet parking attendants in action for the first time. Before this, David and I had self-parked, and the valets were simply a friendly group of young people who wished us a good day as we entered the building. But this time, Robert pulled into the specially marked area by the door, and one of the valets was at the truck with a wheel chair before I could climb out of the back seat. She expertly assisted David out of his seat and into the chair with ease. Then she wheeled him up the entrance ramp and down the long hallway I had worried about. She left him with a smile and the often-repeated tag line at the VA – “Thank you for your service.”

Job Satisfaction | by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on August 6, 2026:

Last week while I was sitting in the surgery waiting room while the doctor replaced one of David’s defective parts, I was texting with my son. We had been focusing on David who was in the recovery room by this time, when Christian sent me a picture of the palm of his left hand showing a nasty gash in the thenar. That’s the fleshy mound at the base of the thumb. See how smart you get by reading my column! But I digress.

I did the typical mom thing: How did you do that? Looks like you need stitches. Clean it with hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment. When was your last tetanus shot?

He did the typical son thing: I sliced it on some sheet metal. I thought I’d try superglue and butterfly bandages since I don’t have insurance. My nurse friend said to run it under cold water for about a minute and then put a waterproof bandage on after the glue and butterflies. The shot was about a year ago.

In addition to doing the same kind of stock market trading David and I do and some other projects he has going, Christian works with his dad in a handyman and remodeling business. He went on to tell me that he was loading some corrugated sheet metal into the truck, and it slid across the palm of his hand. I won’t tell you how much he said it hurt. This is, after all, a family newspaper. Then we went back to talking about David.

Lieutenant David got a magic knee! by Linda Brendle

Published in the Rains County Leader on July 30, 2026:

One of my favorite scenes from the movie Forrest Gump happens when Forrest sees his friend Dan Taylor, who lost both legs in Vietnam, walking across his lawn to attend his wedding. Forrest puts his hands on his hips and, with a look of amazement on his face, he says, “Lieutenant Dan got magic laigs!” I’m too tired to stand on the porch with my hands on my hips, and David is lying on the couch anyway, but I am totally amazed that in less than twelve hours, David has a magic knee.

Today, July 27, has been a day of magic. It began when the alarm went off at 5:00 am. David took his shower following instructions he was given at the seminar we attended last week and using the special antiseptic soap, a clean towel, and a clean wash cloth. I took a plain old everyday shower and then checked to be sure I had gathered everything we might need for a day at the hospital.

The magic began when Robert, our friend and volunteer chauffeur for the day, arrived at 6:45 on the dot. He negotiated the traffic, keeping the conversation lively and our minds off David’s upcoming surgery, and delivered us to the Main Entrance of Christus hospital in Tyler at 8:00 am – again, on the dot. He went to park the car and came back with Duffey, the BBC worship and media minister, who had pulled into the parking garage at the same time he did. The two of them provided more entertaining conversation while we waited to be called back to pre-op, and Duffey prayed over us before he left – twice for good measure.