tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post5776612481117058574..comments2023-11-20T06:13:47.928-04:00Comments on Mi Jardin Florido: Mr. BElbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061877199510660929noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-66182615439734677362008-05-04T18:56:00.000-03:002008-05-04T18:56:00.000-03:00Sarita, Gracias por tu comentarios. I know Nancy,...Sarita, <BR/>Gracias por tu comentarios. I know Nancy, Ruth, Mrs. B will appreciate them also. I have to tell them that Sarita was thinking about Mr. B not knowing I had written this blog entry. I only told her last night and she came and checked it out. Those camp days were wonderful, weren't they? I have to ask Nancy and Ruth about the beach we would go to when we were in Yuquiyu, because we would like to go back. We'll see. <BR/><BR/>Un abrazo hermanita.Elbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02061877199510660929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-3579541713622753302008-05-04T15:33:00.000-03:002008-05-04T15:33:00.000-03:00Se me olvidaba....hasta Leopoldito Fernandez encon...Se me olvidaba....hasta Leopoldito Fernandez encontro a Jesus en esa iglesia. Mira que impacto tuvo el darle un simple pon a mi prima.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-65311066181723107272008-05-04T11:59:00.000-03:002008-05-04T11:59:00.000-03:00Mr. B...frankly speaking, the loving father we wis...Mr. B...frankly speaking, the loving father we wished we had. I mean, I loved my Dad, flaws and all, but Mr. B had such a love for everyone. We was such a family man, a man of God. Treasured memories that now are all the more special when revisited with more mature eyes and mind. I have been thinking a lot about Mr. B lately. Don't know why. Amazing how he touched our lives. He made us all feel special. I was just a kid, but still he would treat me with respect and actually listened to whatever I had to say. What a man. So I guess that makes both of us members of his fan club. Just thinking about him brings tears to my eyes, I miss him so much. Like you, there are so many questions I would ask him. Anyway, I'm grateful for having met him and admired him and for everything he taught me,specially that he brought Jesus to my life. Mrs. B was also special, but in a different way. I remember her sense of humor, but also her devotion to her husband and her family. She could smile and sing at the same time she played the piano. I'll never forget camp during the summer. Two weeks for $20, everything included. Las cenas pot luck y las noches de conmemoracion de la comunion con lavado de pies. So many sweet memories. At least we had church during that difficult time in our lives and no one can take that away from us. Hope we can find that beautiful red beach...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-78882768474274434882008-04-26T16:19:00.000-03:002008-04-26T16:19:00.000-03:00Nancy emailed me and let in on the way they found ...Nancy emailed me and let in on the way they found out about my blog. I wrote my blog, and in it I wrote Grace Brethren, and guess what? A friend of Ruth, Mr. B's daughter had a google alert for Grace Brethren and a quote from my blog came up. She read it and emailed Ruth and thus the chain of events happened, just like in my blog when I said how I could not understand how one simple act of kindness could propel so many other events. God did it to me again. I guess to say never despise the small things we do. God takes notice and can make wonderful things out of them. Speechless again.Elbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02061877199510660929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-7139943306903634672008-04-23T17:26:00.000-03:002008-04-23T17:26:00.000-03:00Dear Nancy, I am so amazed! I don't know if to la...Dear Nancy, <BR/> I am so amazed! I don't know if to laugh with joy or cry!!How did Ruth ever see my blog? I am so surprised and blessed. I would never have dreamed that writing this entry would have produced a contact with you all. Please email me at mijardinflorido@gmail.com which is one of my email addresses. I am so thrilled to know Mrs. B continues in good health. Rosa and I have talked of driving up to see her sometime. Nowadays Mami is requiring a bit more care as she has Alzheimer's but she's still remains as cheerful and good natured as always. Please tell your Momma that I remember her affectionately and I would love to talk to her and both you and Ruthie. What sweet memories. Thank you for your kind remarks and update.<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/><BR/>ElbaElbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02061877199510660929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-20463849353021463252008-04-23T15:21:00.000-03:002008-04-23T15:21:00.000-03:00My dear Elba,What a surprise when Ruth emailed me ...My dear Elba,<BR/>What a surprise when Ruth emailed me to say you had bloged with your memories of Dad. Our years in Puerto Rico are so dear to both of us, we still think of ourselves as "Borinqueñas".<BR/>Mom is living at Grace Village Retirement Home in Winona Lake, Indiana. She enjoyed reading your comment and is in good health. Ruth and Walter lived 9 years in Spain as missionaries. Their two boys and one daughter speak the most beautiful Spanish. Ruth has two grandsons and another one on the way. They live in Columbus Ohio. I am married and living in Bradenton Florida. <BR/>Please give our love to your family and know that you have made me proud to say that "Mr. B" was my father. My parents thought of all the kids at the church as part of their family and have great memories of all of you. <BR/>Dios Bendiga....your friend Nancy Brenneman MakeeverAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11908074.post-78676773316091977192008-04-22T07:41:00.000-03:002008-04-22T07:41:00.000-03:00I didn't know the Tacos cames from the B's. I made...I didn't know the Tacos cames from the B's. I made our version (more burritos than tacos) last night while I was talking to you. I am the only who uses the sour cream, but I persevere and may one day they will try it. I know I didn't care for sour cream when we were little.Anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04440207998701527805noreply@blogger.com