Tuesday, November 10, 2009

In Honor of My Dad



My Dad, Robert Mixter, was proud to be an American, proud to serve in his community and church, proud of his family and proud to have served his country in the U.S. Army.   He's been gone 3 months now.  I miss him greatly.  Here is the Obituary that was published in our local paper.  Happy Veteran's Day, Dad!

"The end of an era was marked this last Tuesday with the passing of one of Exeter's great citizens.
Robert 'Bob' Mixter passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on Aug. 4 after a very brief illness and hospital stay. He was 87 years old. The name Mixter will be familiar to most long-time Exeter residents; it is the name that marked the family pharmacy that stood on the corner of Pine and E streets for most of the 20th Century.
Bob was the last member of the Mixter druggists that owned and operated the landmark business. The family drugstore was established by Bob's grandfather Frank W. Mixter in 1905, originally occupying a building a half block to the west of the better known site.
Frank Mixter had the two-story brick Mixter building built in 1909 and in the 1930s passed the family business on to two of his eldest sons, Norbert and Earl. Earl set up shop in Visalia, and Norbert continued the business in Exeter. In 1946, Bob joined the business with his father, later becoming a partner, and upon Norbert's retirement in 1973, Bob became owner of the store with his wife and fellow pharmacist Eleanor Mixter.
Bob was born on Feb. 25, 1922, the only child of Norbert and Mabelle Mixter. He attended Exeter Schools, graduating in 1940. He attended Visalia Junior College, Cal Berkeley and the UCSF School of Pharmacy. Upon graduation, Bob enlisted in the Army and attained the rank of Staff Sergeant; he was stationed briefly in Germany as part of the 970th Counter Intelligence Corps Detachment, and was part of the post- war reconstruction.
At the end of his tour of duty, Bob returned to his hometown of Exeter to marry his college sweetheart and classmate Eleanor Oltmans. They were married on Oct. 20, 1946. While Bob began work at the family drugstore, Eleanor worked as a pharmacist when needed at the family business and for other pharmacies, including Porterville State Hospital. In 1952, Bob and Eleanor started a family with the birth of daughter Grace. Bruce followed in 1954, Jean in 1957 and Neal in 1959.
While active in the family business, Bob also found time to serve on the Exeter Union Elementary District school board, was a member of the local Masonic Lodge, and served as Lions Club treasurer for 25 years.
He was a life member of the Exeter Alumni Association and still met with his Class of ë40 friends.
In later years, he served in the First Presbyterian Church as a Deacon and Trustee. Even into his last week he faithfully attended to his duties at the church serving as an usher, proofreading bulletins and coordinating communion servers.
Bob loved the mountains. He grew up hiking and fly-fishing at the family cabin in Mineral King. Bob and Eleanor introduced their children to the mountains at an early age.
Some of the best childhood memories of Grace, Bruce, Jean and Neal involve summer trips up the long windy road in the back of dad's 1952 Ford pick-up.
In later years Bob and Eleanor enjoyed visiting the family cabin (from Mabelle's side of the family) in Wilsonia.
Bob was planning a trip up to the cabin with sons Bruce and Neal on the day he took ill.
Bob and Eleanor closed the family business in 1985, when Bob retired and Eleanor continued working as a relief pharmacist for other pharmacies in Tulare and Farmersville.
In 1991, while it was undergoing remodeling, the Mixter building was destroyed by fire.
Some of the highlights of Bob and Eleanor's later years together were a trip to the Holy Land, trips to Europe to visit Bruce and Jean, an Alaskan Cruise, and spending time with their children and grandchildren.
For their 50th wedding anniversary, they treated the entire family to a trip to Disneyland.
In 1998, Bob had the pleasure of helping to dedicate Mixter Park, honoring his grandfather and former State Senator F.W. Mixter, at the site of the family business and landmark building.
Bob was preceded in death by his mother and father, and in 2001 by his beloved wife and best friend Eleanor.
He is survived by his four children, Grace Ogas-Todd of Cleveland, Tennessee; Drs. Bruce and Julie Mixter of Austin, Colorado; Pastor Jim and Jean Newman of Exeter, California; and Neal and Bunny Mixter of Reedley, California.
He has eleven grandchildren, and was awaiting the arrival of his first great-grandson due the end of this month."  (baby Jonah was born a week or so after Dad's death)


Sunday, November 8, 2009

Finally, Training for Pastor's Wives!

 Warning:  Before reading this, please note that it is another "Lark News" article.  It's sarcastic, it's funny, it's meant to be laughed at.  For those of my readers who are pastor's wives... enjoy!!  For the rest of you, you can enjoy it too... and then pray for the rest of us! :)


"LAFAYETTE — This Fall, King of King's College welcomed its first candidates for a groundbreaking minor in pastor's wiving, the first such degree offered in the country.
    "After years of grasping in the dark, pastors' wives can now get all the knowledge they need in one place," says professor Helen DuLac, the minor's director.
    The college created the degree in response to complaints from female Christian college students that they receive an overabundance of "book learning," but comparatively little practical help for their eventual careers as pastor's wives.
    "With a normal degree, I may learn a few facts about the first-century church," says Debbie Kraus, 19. "But what good is that when my women's ministry group wants me to lead them in making a cute and clever seasonal craft?"
    The minor doesn't require any academic courses.
    "To be a pastor's wife you don't have to speak Greek and Hebrew, just be able to listen to it with an expression of sincere interest," says DuLac.
    In the chapel on the King of King's campus, twelve well-dressed female students sit on the front pew, their hair perfectly groomed, their nails painted a modest pink. Bibles are open on each lap. Though nobody is preaching and the room is all but empty, they nod and smile in silence, occasionally throwing in a demure "That's right" or "Amen." Finally, an instructor with a stopwatch yells, "Time's up!"
    The students collapse in their seats, rubbing their necks and cheek muscles.
    "We have to do that every Sunday?" one asks.
    "And Wednesdays, and special events," groans another.
    These aspiring ministerial mates are learning how to smile pleasantly in the face of devastating criticism, how to lead women's ministry groups rife with in-fighting and how to worship in demonstrative yet non-offensive ways, appropriate to their church setting.
    The professors take pride in "getting real" about pastor's wiving.
    "They'll have to deal with whiny women seeking marriage advice they won't ever use. Children who go through extreme rebellion; board members who accuse them of secretly controlling the pastor, and being called the 'b word' on occasion," says DuLac. "Our saying is, 'Slay 'em and smile.' This is more than a career. It's all-out war with your congregation."
    Students must keep tight emotional control in the midst of intense scrutiny. In the classroom they must be instantly ready to sing a solo or give a "good word" of support for their husband. Bonus credit is given to those who, while testifying, can oscillate quickly from tender tears to godly resolve — all while displaying utmost femininity.
    "I never thought it would be this tough," says one student after a grueling craft-making mid-term. "Maybe I should be a schoolteacher." •

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

A Taste of Heaven

Last night we attended a dinner honoring local Pastors and their wives.  This is the 4th year in a row to have this in our small town.  Mary S. organizes, plans and prepares all the food (with help) and has a special program each year. 
The tables were set beautifully with fancy dishes, beautiful flowers, candles and home made gifts for each couple.  The food was fabulous (as usual) and the companionship - heavenly!
Last night, instead of having one person pray for the meal each table spontaneously held hands and prayed, thanking God for the meal and the time to be together.  As we sat and ate and talked I was thinking that this really is a small taste of heaven.  Each table was full of faithful pastors and wives talking about their experiences, lives, ministries, missions, etc.  and even mundane (but wonderful) things, like houses, yards, kids, etc.  It was such a joy to fellowship with fellow workers.  What was even more wonderful is that we were from all different denominations, but did not have even one "argument" about theology, doctrine, etc.  We just shared our lives together for a few hours.  What was clear is that we all believe the basics about Jesus, salvation, and the need for those who do not yet know Christ to come to know Him.  We are all burdened for our small town. 
At the close of the meal we went into the sanctuary where we were treated to a program put on by two girls, ages 7 and 11.  They were amazing!  The 7 year old spoke, encouraged us with Scripture and sang beautifully!   The 11 year old is a harpist (who takes lessons from the Harpist for the Fresno Philharmonic) and played 3 beautiful pieces. 
The whole evening for me was a small taste of what heaven will be like someday.... people from every tongues and tribe and people and nation (and denomination!) together worshiping God and sharing stories of their lives on earth. 
"O taste and see that the Lord is good!"

Friday, November 6, 2009



Last night the EUHS Madrigal choir sang for the Citrus Mutual annual dinner (meeting?).  We sang in the convention center in a large ball room.  The singing went well, but what impressed me was, after we sang the National Anthem we said the Pledge of Allegiance to the American Flag, which always moves me.  After that there was an invocation.  I didn't know what to expect but was presently surprised.  The woman who prayed asked God's blessing on the coming year's crops and protection for them as "we" provide food for the world.  I was really touched and grateful that we live in a country where a large group like this has the freedom to acknowledge God and ask for His blessing and protection.  I was impressed by their humility in acknowledging God.  I'm thankful for the freedoms we still enjoy!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Pet Diaries - part II



From a cat's diary:
Day  983 of my captivity...

My captors  continue to taunt me with bizarre little  dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on  fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are  fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the  rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat  something in order to keep up my  strength.  The only thing that keeps me  going is my dream of escape.  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the  carpet. 
Today I decapitated a mouse and  dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into  their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what  I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little  hunter' I am.  Bastards.
There was  some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary  confinement for the duration of the event   However, I could hear the noises and smell  the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'  I  must learn what this means and how to use it to  my advantage.
Today I was almost  successful in an attempt to assassinate one of  my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he  was walking.  I must try this again  tomorrow -- but at the top of the  stairs.
I am convinced that the other  prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges He is  regularly released - and seems to be more than  willing to return.  He is obviously  retarded.
The bird has got to be an  informant.  I observe him communicating  with the guards regularly.  I am certain  that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an  elevated cell, so he is safe.  For  now................

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Pets Diaries - part I



WHAT  PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES.......DOGS RULE  !!!
Excerpts from a Dog's  Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My  favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My  favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park!  My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and  petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch!  My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in  the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm -  Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00  pm - Milk Bones! My favorite  thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My  favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched  TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00  pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite  thing!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I'm Sorry

It has been brought to my attention that some of the things I've written on here have caused offense.  My desire is to honor God while at the same time being honest and saying what's on my mind and heart.  I guess I have not honored God in some of my blog posts.  For that I am truly sorry and I will try to be more careful in the future.
For those of you who have been offended, I am also sorry.  I wish that you had told me personally rather than my having to find out in a rather round about way.
Please - if you have a problem with me or my blog posts -I'd appreciate you contacting me in person.
Thank you!

P.S. Meanwhile I have deleted some of my posts.  Hope this helps.