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I will miss you Mom. You were always such a strong woman I thought you would live to be 100. It was a blessing that Wendy, Terry and I could be there to comfort you in your last days. You said “I love you” to me, and “Bye, Bye”. It made me cry. I cried allot, we all did. I believe you enjoyed your last weeks at home: savoring the things you loved, surrounded by family & dear friends who visited often.

Your last days were hard, for you and for us. Now, at last you have peace. Always when we parted after family dinner, holidays, or even ending a phone conversation you always said “Bye for Now”. And now I say to you. I love you Mom.

I’m gonna miss you mom. I’m going to miss our times together, our lunches out, antiquing, and cherry picking days. All our talks and life stories we would tell. So many things you have taught me, that I will never forget. I learned our family tradition passed down for years, how to can, and how to make jam.

We canned and froze all our own homegrown vegetables and fruit. I have many fond memories of you to keep close in my heart. I think of you everyday, and I am thankful for everyday I had with you! You were an Amazing woman. I Love You mom!!!

My Mother is the most amazing person I could possibly have had for a mother. Filling her shoes would be impossible. I have lived my whole life at her side, assisting her on our horse farm. Learning from her and loving her. The knowledge she had of horses, farming, antiques, family history was endless.

Essential Harry Belafonte Rar Download. People that boarded their horse with her said: she was a walking encyclopedia, that was a good way to describe her. I have so many memories I have shared with her of riding, fixing fence, clearing the trails, getting stable supplies, shopping, going antiquing, publishing her books, talking and telling stories.

There will never be another Jeanne Yawman, and I’m proud to have been lucky enough to have had her for my mother. I miss you mom, Love your daughter Terry. When I was a child, I saw my grandma frequently; for family meals on Sundays, for holidays, and for lots of hard work.

Picking apples or cherries or strawberries or well, anything. Spending hours canning. Maybe bringing in hay for the winter. She worked hard, and we worked hard. I marveled at her art skills, her ability to paint, to draw horses, and her passion for things of the past. To say she was untraditional seems too understated.

She loved horses for her whole life. She and my Grandfather built an enormous boarding stable and made their joy their business. She was still caring for horses until well into her 80s. She drew horses, she trained and rode horses, She wrote about horses, and she dreamed of horses.

She knew what kids were in a photo by the horses in the pic. And yes, there were almost always horses in the pic. She had an artistic flair. She once setup an entire darkroom in her living room. I marveled enviously at the blocks she made my brother of 4x4s cut into cubes and decoupaged then varnished until the fumes made her sick.

There were always things to “varnish”, often rocks, sometimes wood. Sometimes the hand painted name plaques she made for all the horses. Including mine. I hung them proudly at the Fair on my horse’s stalls. She could write! History stood no chance of slipping by undocumented with my Grandmother on watch. She had a typewriter with the coolest font I was so taken with as a child.

She typed and wrote and documented. Boxes and boxes of her notes remain. And the final product? She published books. She had her poetry published in big beautiful volumes. She self-published when she deemed it necessary, and she shared her gifts with the world.

She was her town’s historian for many years, she worked passionately to build a collection that told the story of her little town’s humble beginnings. After her resignation, when the position was filled with a person of questionable intent who emptied the museum of so many of these items my Grandma’s heart was broken. She did what she could do to get items back that had been traded or sold away, she used her limited resources, and then she did what she knew how to do.

Determined not to let her town’s heritage slip away, she wrote it down. When I was a college student, I would swing by and have tea, and some toast with her homemade jam or apple butter and we’d talk.

We always drank Red Rose tea from pretty teacups that you retrieved from various china cabinets or plate rails. You picked the one you wanted. None matched and they were all lovely.

It was a hard choice. She grew wild roses, always. At least as long as I can remember. Nothing fussy, just big beautiful bushy wild roses. It wasn’t until I was reading her final book that I realized how much of her carried on. I thought my life was so vastly different from hers, different time, different world and yet the lessons her father taught her sound like the same things I tell my son.

I had always marveled at my Grandmother’s strength and abilities, but I didn’t realize how many of them came before her and followed after her. My mother has so many of the same talents, and it makes me smirk when people comment on my mother or sister or my passion or ability to get things done. The apple butter must not fall far from the tree. My Grandma passed on from this world on her own terms. At home, surrounded by those who love and cherished her. But her words and her passion will live on, she made sure of it. It’s more than just a name.

I’ve always liked that I carry my grandmother’s name. When I was a little girl, it made me smile when Mom would say, “Jeanne Marie and Jeanne Marie.” I knew it was special then, but the meaning has changed for me with time, as so many things do. Years have taught me more about the amazing woman I’m honored to call Grandma. Sometimes I feel my memories of childhood with Grandma are few. However when you really add them up, there’s quite a pile. Christmas at Grandma’s house.

Santa Clauses from across the world and across time in her big bay window. Wrapping paper so thick and beautiful you didn’t dare tear it when you opened your present (which was usually tied up with red yarn to top it all off) The metal puzzles that hung behind the potbelly stove were too difficult for me, but I was fascinated by them. I swear grandma knew how to solve every single one of them. I remember her beautiful teacups. The pony in her living room.

Yes, a real one. The grand scale of her boarding stable and arena, and the beautiful horses within. Entering that barn felt like a royal stable to me. Giant bubble blowing.

And so much more. Our perspective changes as we grow.

I’m no longer a child. I hold those memories dear, but it’s the woman I found her to be as an adult that leaves me most in awe. Jeanne Marie Yawman belongs to a line of powerful women.

My mother passed her name on to me, but also so much more. Grandma taught us to value hard work, history, family, preservation, and perseverance. She showed us to keep those things you hold dear close to your heart. In recent years I’ve come to see how much she has influenced the woman I am today.

I’m proud to see bits of her determination and values in my own life. I’m so glad to have her books and stories, that I may continue to know her more. Her legacy lives on in each of us that were blessed to know her in life. Mom and Dad named me Jeanne Marie. It’s more than just a name. It’s a testament of love and a legacy I’m proud to be a part of.

Never in my life have I had writers block. But to try to write a tribute about a woman who was one of the best writers I’ve ever seen, and definitely the best I’ve ever known. It’s harder then I thought. My grandmother was so wise, her thoughts and soul ran so deep within, she opened my mind every time she told a story from her past or shared her opinion’s on life. I’ve alway’s been inspired by her strength and perseverance, we used to think she might never leave us, since she still worked hard and did chores daily up until very recently!

I am proud to say I am her Grandaughter and because of her passion for history I know where I came from, it is because of her that things like heirlooms and pictures mean so much to our family, she gave even the smallest things so much meaning and taught us to appreciate what we have, things have never been just handed to the people in our family. My family and I have been honored to be neighbors and friends with Jeanne and her family. We have always enjoyed the times we get together to sing, play, share meals and serve each other as neighbors do. We will miss seeing Jeanne’s pleasure in the simple things of life.

In a world that seems to spin ever faster and faster, it was a joy to find a kindred soul that shared the love of times past, simpler lifestyle and good relationships built between friends and family. We continue to pray for Jeanne’s entire family, that you will all find times when you can reflect and still hear the echoes of Jeanne’s legacy as she lived the example of less complexity and more joyful time spent in great relationships with each other.

I had the chance to chat on Jan. 22 with Tom Yawman, founder of International Produce Training, Stafford, Va., 3:28 p.m. Tom Karst: Thanks for making time today for a chat. For readers who don't know what International Produce Training Training is, what is the 25 cent explanation?

Yawman 3:29 p.m. Tom Yawman: IPT is International Produce Training, where we provide a training service to all facets of the produce industry regarding the inspection of fresh produce. Karst: When did your association with fresh produce inspection begin?

What has been your career path so far? Yawman: Well first off, thanks for having me.

I began my inspection career in 1976 with the state of New York. I began my federal career in 1979 with the U.S. Department of Agriculture, working as a produce inspector in Philly. I since have moved around the northeast as a supervisor for the USDA in Harrisburg, PA, and Albany, NY, and concluding as a USDA trainer at the Training and Development Center in VA. I founded in IPT about two years ago.

It is has been quite a ride. Karst: You do know the lay of the land. Roman Catholic Tamil Audio Bible Free Download there. Why did you see the need for you business and what can you offer produce companies today that is important to them? Yawman: As a trainer for the USDA we provided training classes to the industry.

I was able to see the pros and cons of their training program. I formed IPT as a way where the industry has direct input into the design of the training classes. With my help we design the course agenda, selecting their commodities that interest them and we decide on the training style.either a classroom setting or a hands on approach. Karst: Having been a part of the USDA inspection program, what do you think are there biggest strengths right now and what areas do you think are challenging for them? Yawman: I was able to get to know the majority of the inspectors and I can honestly say they have a great work ethic and would do anything possible for the good of the industry. The major hurdle facing the USDA will be the money issue. Being able to provide all the necessary training and supervision will be challenging.

Karst: I enjoyed reading your blog post about your memories of Operation Forbidden Fruit at the Hunts Point market. When did you first hear about the operation? Tell the readers what it was like during that time. Yawman: It was a day I will never forget. I was in Aspers, Penn., supervising an inspector at Rice Fruit Co, when I received a call from my supervisor. I was told there was an arrest made at Hunts Point and the majority of the inspectors were charged with racketeering. I immediately left PA, drove to my home in Albany, N.Y., packed up some clothes and headed to Hunts Point the next morning to be one of a few inspectors on the market.

It was a very tough time in the market. All the vendors had heard of the FBI raid and the USDA was really under some intense pressure to show our integrity and pride. Karst: I can imagine that was tough. Considering all that has happened since - the investment in the service and changes - is it safe to say something like that won't ever happen again? I know that's a tough question and maybe unfair, but what is your sense about that? Yawman: Let's hope not.

After the HP scandal Congress gave the USDA about $39M to make infrastructure improvements. The training center was built, laptop computers were started, and increased training and supervisory procedures were put in place. But now with the lack of inspection revenue, the training center has been reduced in size, the training classes have been trimmed back and the personnel has been cut back, so the supervisory checks will not be as they were. Again, I hope nothing ever happens again. Karst: Amen to that. One more question and I will let you go.

As you start the new year, what are you excited about? What's in your 'inbox', your 'to-do list' What energizes you right now? And, by the way, where can readers find your Web site? Yawman: I am really looking forward to this year. I have teamed up with Southeast Produce Council, who will be hosting two of my training classes this year. They have opened their registration up to not only their members but to everyone. The registration fees they are charging are extremely low, charging no fees to their members and only a small registration fee which includes a membership into the Southeast Produce Council.

This will be a great opportunity for everyone to receive very affordable training. My web site is: Karst: Sure. Thanks again for your time, Tom.