March 29, 1971…Lieutenant William Calley was convicted of murder for his role in the March 1968 My Lai massacre, which left hundreds of Vietnamese civilians dead. Calley ordered the men of Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, American Division to shoot everyone in the village. He himself rounded up a group of villagers, ordered them into a ditch, and then mowed them down with machine gun fire. Sentenced to life in prison, Calley was seen as a scapegoat for the Army's failure to instill morale and discipline in its troops. Upon appeal, his sentence was reduced. He was eventually released from prison in 1974. He later found work in the insurance business.
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Note: I remember having a conversation with Dad about this part of the war one day. I remember thinking how could someone do what Lt. Calley had been convicted for. Dad told me it's very easy to pass judgment on someone like that when you are not in that situation of war. There were times when Dad had to stand guard duty outside the hotel that he lived in while in Saigon. It was a circular bunkard made up of sand bags up to a certain height that was supposed to protect the guard from gunfire. However, it could also be a deathtrap if someone road by on a motorcycle. That motorcycle could be driven by a woman and have a small child on the back. You wouldn't think that could be a bad combination until the child dropped a grenade into the safety bunkard and killed someone like my dad while on guard duty.
In the insanity of war how can we judge how someone might react out of fear for their life or the lives of others who serve with them. Yes, killing is wrong. Yes, killing of women and children and unarmed people is wrong. However, in the split seconds of war, who actually gets the change to interrogate civilians to make sure they are "friendlies"?
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March 29, 1973…The last American troops left South Vietnam.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Finish Your Vegetables Day
Vegetables I will not eat...
- brussel sprouts
- rutabaga
- waxed beans
Vegetables I'm not crazy about...
- beets
- cooked carrots
- sweet potatoes
Vegetables I love...
- fordhooks
- lima beans
- peas
- corn
- green beans
- zipper peas
- asparagus
- broccoli
- cauliflower
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Barnum and Bailey Day
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| This is Corey made up as a clown on January 23, 2000. He had gone to the Barnum and Bailey circus with Sheila and Karla Bryan. |
Today In History...President Eisenhower
March 28, 1969…Former five-star general in the U.S. Army/Supreme Commander of Allied Forces in Europe during World War II/the first supreme commander of NATO/the 34th president of the United States (1953-1961) Dwight D. Eisenhower died of heart failure at 78.
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These are the front of two newspapers that I have telling about the death of President Eisenhower...
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These are the front of two newspapers that I have telling about the death of President Eisenhower...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Today In History...Cherry Blossoms
March 27, 1912…The first cherry blossom trees, a gift from Japan, were planted in Washington, DC.
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The cherry blossoms on base at either Johnson AFB or Yokota AFB, Japan. It's Nancy, Jimmy, Susan, Dad and Mom. I was the one taking a picture with my little Brownie camera. |
Monday, March 26, 2012
Today In History...Vietnam Wall
March 26, 1982…In Washington, DC, groundbreaking ceremonies were held for the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
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The first time I saw the Vietnam Wall was in 2000. I had gone to Washington, D.C. for a child care conference and ridden up there with a girlfriend. I remember that we parked her car on Constitution Avenue and walked up the sidewalk to the backside of The Wall. Before you go around the front side where all the names are, there is a plexi-glass stand which holds a book listing all the names engraved on the wall. It tells you what panel and line to look for for a certain name.
Even before I had stepped around the front of The Wall, before I even laid eyes on the black granite, I became very emotional. It was a though the air, the aura of the place had become something so thick and tangible. I had a lump in my throat. It was as though I was standing on sacred ground. I was realizing that my own father's name could have been in that book - on a panel of that wall.
I did know someone who lost his life during the Vietnam War. His name escapes me, but he was a young Air Force pilot from our church ward in Florida. He had flown all of his assigned number of missions, also known as sorties, and was coming home in a couple of days. However, one of his fellow pilots had gotten sick and my friend volunteered to take his flight. It was during this flight that he was shot down and didn't make it home alive.
Worn to honor and increase awareness of POW/MIA soldiers. Traditionally, these bracelets were worn until the POW returned to the United States at which time the bracelet was presented to the former prisoner.
The idea for POW bracelets originated in 1970 by two college students looking to support U.S. troops in Vietnam without being involved in the controversy of demonstrations and protests. Through their student group VIVA (Voices in Vital America), they were able to distribute millions of bracelets and other memorabilia nationwide.
I bought my bracelet shortly after Dad had left for his one-year tour to Vietnam for $2.50, if I remember. I wore mine every day for atleast five or six years when I found out my MIA soldier did not return.
http://thewall-usa.com/bracelet.asp
Ernest Leo De Soto
Colonel
Home of Record: Manning, CA
Date of birth: 12/30/1931
Service: United States Air Force
Grade at loss: O4 Rank: Colonel
Note: Promoted while in MIA status
ID No: 552329314
MOS: 1115F: Pilot Length Service: **
Unit: 390TH TAC FTR SQDN, 366TH TAC FTR WING, 7TH AF CASUALTY DATA
Start Tour: 02/28/1969
Incident Date: 04/12/1969
Casualty Date: 06/05/1979
Age at Loss: 47 (based on date declared dead)
Location: Quang Nam Province, South Vietnam
Remains: Body not recovered
Casualty Type: Hostile, died while missing
Casualty Reason: Fixed Wing - Pilot
Casualty Detail: Air loss or crash over land
ON THE WALL Panel 27W Line 062
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The first time I saw the Vietnam Wall was in 2000. I had gone to Washington, D.C. for a child care conference and ridden up there with a girlfriend. I remember that we parked her car on Constitution Avenue and walked up the sidewalk to the backside of The Wall. Before you go around the front side where all the names are, there is a plexi-glass stand which holds a book listing all the names engraved on the wall. It tells you what panel and line to look for for a certain name.
Even before I had stepped around the front of The Wall, before I even laid eyes on the black granite, I became very emotional. It was a though the air, the aura of the place had become something so thick and tangible. I had a lump in my throat. It was as though I was standing on sacred ground. I was realizing that my own father's name could have been in that book - on a panel of that wall.
I did know someone who lost his life during the Vietnam War. His name escapes me, but he was a young Air Force pilot from our church ward in Florida. He had flown all of his assigned number of missions, also known as sorties, and was coming home in a couple of days. However, one of his fellow pilots had gotten sick and my friend volunteered to take his flight. It was during this flight that he was shot down and didn't make it home alive.
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| Maj. Ernest L. DeSoto's name on the Vietnam Wall. |
Worn to honor and increase awareness of POW/MIA soldiers. Traditionally, these bracelets were worn until the POW returned to the United States at which time the bracelet was presented to the former prisoner.
The idea for POW bracelets originated in 1970 by two college students looking to support U.S. troops in Vietnam without being involved in the controversy of demonstrations and protests. Through their student group VIVA (Voices in Vital America), they were able to distribute millions of bracelets and other memorabilia nationwide.
I bought my bracelet shortly after Dad had left for his one-year tour to Vietnam for $2.50, if I remember. I wore mine every day for atleast five or six years when I found out my MIA soldier did not return.
http://thewall-usa.com/bracelet.asp
Ernest Leo De Soto
Colonel
Home of Record: Manning, CA
Date of birth: 12/30/1931
Service: United States Air Force
Grade at loss: O4 Rank: Colonel
Note: Promoted while in MIA status
ID No: 552329314
MOS: 1115F: Pilot Length Service: **
Unit: 390TH TAC FTR SQDN, 366TH TAC FTR WING, 7TH AF CASUALTY DATA
Start Tour: 02/28/1969
Incident Date: 04/12/1969
Casualty Date: 06/05/1979
Age at Loss: 47 (based on date declared dead)
Location: Quang Nam Province, South Vietnam
Remains: Body not recovered
Casualty Type: Hostile, died while missing
Casualty Reason: Fixed Wing - Pilot
Casualty Detail: Air loss or crash over land
ON THE WALL Panel 27W Line 062
Fly A Kite Day
Our ward had a great M-Men and Gleaner program which was for young adults who had graduated from high school up to 26 years old. We had monthly get-togethers with our counterparts from all over our stake. One of the really fun ones we had was a Kite Flying Day in Cape May.
It was really a blast watching us grown kids out on the Jersey shore flying our kites.
It Could've Been 34 Years Today.
I just realized that had my first marriage lasted, I would have been married 34 years ago exactly today. I wrote in an earlier blog about my meeting and falling in love with Les. http://jocarweaver.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-at-first-sight-december-5-1977.html
So in pictorial order here are some pictures heading up to the wedding that I've not printed before...
So in pictorial order here are some pictures heading up to the wedding that I've not printed before...
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This was taken at my parent's home the day that I brought Les home to meet the family. Yes, we were wearing matching t-shirts. This picture was taken the night of our engagement party...  One of my bridal showers. This one was held at Aunt Rachel's house. That's me with Mom and Grandmother McGhee. When people would ask me (before I met Les) when I was going to get married, Grandmother used to say "She'll get married when she wants to. But, when she gets ready, you'd better pick up your feet because she'll run right over you."  Some of my loot from the shower. I still have the blanket in the back which was made my Aunt Grace. The yellow recipe holder was put together by Mom and Nancy and it's still used.  We had to get special permission to be married in the Tifton chapel by Bishop Flanders since we were members of a ward in Atlanta and not in Tifton. So, we were quite surprised when we got a letter signed by the prophet, Spencer W. Kimball giving Gary permission to marry us.    Nancy and Susan. Finally, I was the last daughter getting married.  The happy and excited groom. While getting ready for the wedding that morning, while getting his shower, Les said he didn't realize until later that instead of using shampoo that morning, he used hair conditioner in its place.  After a shaky start, we got married. The music I was using to walk down the aisle, had been left at the pianist's home and she had to run back and get it. It was the music from the movie "Evergreen". Then during the ceremony, a very good friend sang one of my favorite love songs. It was "Time In A Bottle" by Jim Croce. And here we are - the newly, married happy couple.  Removing the garter...   Getting ready to throw the bouquet...   And then there was our car...   When we got inside the car, the velour seats were covered with shaving cream and corn flakes which got all over my wedding gown and Les' suit.  Mom and Dad with Jennifer. Les and I had bought her little outfit for the wedding.  A Western Union wedding wish from Mum and Dad McLean while they were living in the United Arab Emirates.  As far as a honeymoon, we didn't have one. We visited with friends and family and then left to go back to Atlanta where we lived. We had made plans to go and stay in the mountains in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, but the day we were leaving Les' car tore up. We had the car towed from Atlanta to Tifton and wound up spending our honeymoon at Mom and Dad's and paying to have Les' car repaired. |
Sunday, March 25, 2012
A Baby Blessing
One of the highlights to me during the services this morning was the blessing of a new baby girl. She belonged to a young couple that we've gotten to know since they moved here - first Quinn as a single man, then marrying Amy and bringing her here and now as new parents. When it came time for the blessing, a very large contingency of worthy priesthood holders made their way to the front. Quinn very proudly brought sleeping Reese to the middle of the circle and then commenced with blessing his daughter.
I've heard many, many blessings given to babies throughout the years. Today's was a beautiful blessing, but for some reason there were a couple of things that stood out to me. Quinn blessed her with:
- an appropriate amount of trials so that she would learn to overcome them; and
- a charitable attitude towards others.
Being blessed with a charitable attitude towards others was a very special request, I thought. In this day and time it seems that we are all in so much of a hurry and so many people don't seem to have time or take the time to do things for others. And also so many times it seems that sometimes people forget to just be nice to others, to be kind or tolerant or lenient in their attitude towards others. What a wonderful thing for a father to bless his daughter with.
I tried my best as a mother to make Corey understand what charity was and how to have a charitable attitude. Every morning before leaving for school I would tell him that I loved him and also "Remember, be kind to everyone you meet".
When Corey was about seven or eight years old he decided he wanted to do something nice for our neighbors (most of whom where old enough to be his grandparents or great grandparents). He decided he wanted to pick up pine cones for the neighbors as our neighborhood had plenty of pine trees. He hopped on his bicycle armed with a large plastic bag and took off. He returned a short while later with tears in his eyes. He said no one wanted his help. After talking with him, I came to the conclusion that his prospective recipients apparently thought he was wanting to do it for money rather than as a service to them and consequently they refused his help.
After drying his tears and suggesting that he change the wording for his request to help, he took off again. I figured he must have gotten an opportunity when he didn't come home for several minutes. Some time later, he burst into the back door with a big grin on his face! Success at last! The conversation went something like this:
Me: So, did you find someone to help?
Corey: Yes. I went to Miss Ann's house and told her I wanted to pick up her pine cones just because I loved her - that I didn't want any money.
Me: So, she let you do that?
Corey: Yes. We both picked up pine cones and then I got something better than money!
Me: Really? What was that?
Corey: She gave me a piece of cake and a glass of milk! And it was good!
I like to think that my son did grow into a charitable person. From my experience and from what others told me, he apparently did. So, with the blessing that Quinn pronounced upon his sweet little daughter, I'm sure she was listening to what her daddy said and all will be well as she grows up.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
March 21, 1980…In "A House Divided," the season finale cliffhanger episode of the CBS-TV series "Dallas," J.R. Ewing, played by actor Larry Hagman, was shot. Viewers had to wait all summer, and most of the autumn because of a Hollywood actors' strike (and Hagman's own holdout), to learn whether J.R. would survive, and which of his many enemies was responsible for the shooting.
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Dallas was an American soap opera that revolves around the Ewings, a wealthy Texas family in the oil and cattle-ranching industries. I Love, LOVE, LOVED that show. Never missed an episode and back in those days there was no way to tape and save it.
Throughout the series, Larry Hagman stars as greedy, scheming oil baron J. R. Ewing. The show debuted in April 1978 as a five-part miniseries on the CBS network, and then was subsequently broadcast for thirteen seasons from April 2, 1978 to May 3, 1991. Dallas was included in Time magazine's 2007 list of "100 Best TV Shows of All-TIME."[1] The show was also famous for its cliffhangers, including the "Who shot J.R.?" mystery, and the "Dream Season", in which the entirety of season eight was revealed to have been a dream of one of the characters.
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Dallas was an American soap opera that revolves around the Ewings, a wealthy Texas family in the oil and cattle-ranching industries. I Love, LOVE, LOVED that show. Never missed an episode and back in those days there was no way to tape and save it.
Throughout the series, Larry Hagman stars as greedy, scheming oil baron J. R. Ewing. The show debuted in April 1978 as a five-part miniseries on the CBS network, and then was subsequently broadcast for thirteen seasons from April 2, 1978 to May 3, 1991. Dallas was included in Time magazine's 2007 list of "100 Best TV Shows of All-TIME."[1] The show was also famous for its cliffhangers, including the "Who shot J.R.?" mystery, and the "Dream Season", in which the entirety of season eight was revealed to have been a dream of one of the characters.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
On This Day in History...
March 17, 1973…In North Vietnam, the first American prisoners of war were released from the "Hanoi Hilton."
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I remember all this very well. I was 20 years old and living in Jacksonville, Florida. I remember sitting in Aunt Ruth's living room and us watching the arrival of the Vietnam POW's on television. I sat there watching these men return over the period of over a couple of months to their families who had not seen them for many years. It still brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat when I read about their return or see news clips of those homecomings. I guess in the back of my mind I realize that it could have been my dad in their situation, but fortunately he came home when he was supposed to.
I was very fortunate to be working at a Ford dealership at this particular time. Ford Motor Company was giving the returning POW's the use of a new car for a year following their return. My boss, Ray Curry, was in charge of the program for those returning to the Jacksonville Naval Air Station area. One day he was having a lunch meeting with some of the returning men and invited me to come along. What an exciting opportunity for me. I do remember meeting John McCain that day and also think that Jeremiah Denton was there also.
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I remember all this very well. I was 20 years old and living in Jacksonville, Florida. I remember sitting in Aunt Ruth's living room and us watching the arrival of the Vietnam POW's on television. I sat there watching these men return over the period of over a couple of months to their families who had not seen them for many years. It still brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat when I read about their return or see news clips of those homecomings. I guess in the back of my mind I realize that it could have been my dad in their situation, but fortunately he came home when he was supposed to.
I was very fortunate to be working at a Ford dealership at this particular time. Ford Motor Company was giving the returning POW's the use of a new car for a year following their return. My boss, Ray Curry, was in charge of the program for those returning to the Jacksonville Naval Air Station area. One day he was having a lunch meeting with some of the returning men and invited me to come along. What an exciting opportunity for me. I do remember meeting John McCain that day and also think that Jeremiah Denton was there also.
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| John McCain on his return back to Jacksonville. |
Saturday, March 17, 2012
All By Myself
This has been one of those blessed and comforting days for me, thus far. It's Saturday and Joe has gone to dialysis for the last of his three sessions this week. It's been a wonderful week. No drama of any sort from anyone. The weather has been glorious and life's literally been like a breath of fresh air for me. I can hardly believe that the third month of this year is already over. Where has time gone? What have I accomplished? What have I missed not doing? I can answer that last question easily enough. Let's see:
This picture shows alot of the things I need to begin and complete. I've got a brand new address book - no entries yet. I've got various medical paperwork that needs to be completed and returned or mailed. I've got a couple of books I want to finish looking through. I've got a Relief Society handbook that needs to be given to the person on my visiting teaching list. I've got items that need to be filed or framed, etc.
This is why I don't blog. No time, energy or room at my desk.
Hopefully Joe has had a good session today. I'm planning on taking him out on a date tonight. I think he needs a change in his routine and I'm just the person to do that.
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Note: We did go to the Olive Garden for dinner tonight. Gotta use those coupons when you have 'em. The service was so slow that the manager gave us a $50 gift card. I think we came out ahead!
- I've missed blogging - very badly. It sometimes seems as though it's the only way to use my latent creativity and I've not done very well doing it in the last several months. Too many things that have hampered me that I consider "more important". I haven't felt that I could just sit down at my desk and blog when so many other things needed to be done, i.e., housecleaning, planning upcoming meals, rearranging closets and furniture, getting Joe organized and happy, etc.
- I've missed not taking photographs. They didn't have to be spectacular majestic photos, but just things that are meaningful to me. I've missed not getting to learn and educate myself more with my camera. Hmmm, another creative outlet that I've pushed aside. I'm beginning to see a pattern.
I've missed taking the time to write thank you notes that I've been meaning to do. Some of these cards go back to last October. I've mentally and verbally done the thanks, but I want them done in writing. I think sending a card that you've spent the time and effort to find and write means a lot more than just a mention of thanks. I'm grateful every time I've received a card in the mail. It makes what little gift of time or food or service so much more appreciated and exciting. When they arrive, I try to remember and tape them to the inside of my linen closet so that I can keep those fond memories close by.- I haven't gotten our taxes done yet. Got all the required paperwork, I think, but haven't even started putting it all together.
This picture shows alot of the things I need to begin and complete. I've got a brand new address book - no entries yet. I've got various medical paperwork that needs to be completed and returned or mailed. I've got a couple of books I want to finish looking through. I've got a Relief Society handbook that needs to be given to the person on my visiting teaching list. I've got items that need to be filed or framed, etc.This is why I don't blog. No time, energy or room at my desk.
- I miss naps! I hardly ever take them anymore. I don't even take a Sunday afternoon nap. For some reason that all seemed to change once we moved to Wyoming. I think it was because I had to get up so early the next morning, that it messed up my sleeping at night, so I gave them up.
- I miss reading. I can't tell you the last time I've just sat or laid down to read a book.
Hopefully Joe has had a good session today. I'm planning on taking him out on a date tonight. I think he needs a change in his routine and I'm just the person to do that.
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Note: We did go to the Olive Garden for dinner tonight. Gotta use those coupons when you have 'em. The service was so slow that the manager gave us a $50 gift card. I think we came out ahead!
Monday, March 12, 2012
Today In History...Girl Scouts
March 12, 1912…In Savannah, Georgia, Juliette Gordon Low gathered together 18 girls to register the first troop of the Girl Guides of America. In 1913, its name was changed to the Girl Scouts of the United States.
I was a Brownie beginning in 1961, if memory serves me correctly and continued after we moved to Japan. That's where Susan became a Brownie also. Mom was a Brownie leader and always took an active part in whatever activities we were involved in. That's one of the things I've always loved about her. She never was a drop you off and pick you up later kind of Mom.
About the only thing I remember from Brownies was making a "sit-upon". What is a sit-upon? For
the uninitiated, it is an insulated and (usually) waterproof pad, often homemade, used to protect the user's backside from the cold and damp while "sitting upon" the ground!
The sit-upons were made using a vinyl cloth-backed tablecloth in the largest standard rectangular size 54" x 90". which made 9 sit-upons per tablecloth. Here's how to do it:
Precut the tablecloth into nine sections according to the picture at right using pinking shears along the gray lines shown in the picture. Discard the side edge pieces since the corners are not square and it's extra fabric anyway. Each section will be 15" x 30".
Fold each section in half so that you have a 15x15" sit upon. Stuff folded newspapers inside or use squares of donated carpet padding that you have precut to 13"x13" sections. Use a hole punch to punch holes about every inch all the way around about a half inch from the edge. Depending on the age and abilities of the girls, you can have them punch the holes, or you can help them.
Use yarn or string to sew around. Girls can use an overlay stitch or a straight stitch if they prefer. You may need to put a piece of tape on the end of your string to make it easier to insert through the holes.
I was a Brownie beginning in 1961, if memory serves me correctly and continued after we moved to Japan. That's where Susan became a Brownie also. Mom was a Brownie leader and always took an active part in whatever activities we were involved in. That's one of the things I've always loved about her. She never was a drop you off and pick you up later kind of Mom.
About the only thing I remember from Brownies was making a "sit-upon". What is a sit-upon? For
the uninitiated, it is an insulated and (usually) waterproof pad, often homemade, used to protect the user's backside from the cold and damp while "sitting upon" the ground!
The sit-upons were made using a vinyl cloth-backed tablecloth in the largest standard rectangular size 54" x 90". which made 9 sit-upons per tablecloth. Here's how to do it:
Precut the tablecloth into nine sections according to the picture at right using pinking shears along the gray lines shown in the picture. Discard the side edge pieces since the corners are not square and it's extra fabric anyway. Each section will be 15" x 30".
Fold each section in half so that you have a 15x15" sit upon. Stuff folded newspapers inside or use squares of donated carpet padding that you have precut to 13"x13" sections. Use a hole punch to punch holes about every inch all the way around about a half inch from the edge. Depending on the age and abilities of the girls, you can have them punch the holes, or you can help them.
Use yarn or string to sew around. Girls can use an overlay stitch or a straight stitch if they prefer. You may need to put a piece of tape on the end of your string to make it easier to insert through the holes.
This is my original Brownie pin that I wore on my uniform...
And this was my handbook...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Today Is Middle Name Pride Day
Aside from those three named celebrities, it's a good bet that no one uses their middle names.
Well today is your day to be proud, to let it out and let it free.
Many people do not know my real name - that I have always gone by my middle name, Carol. My mom has always told me that she loved my first name, Anita, but that since no one would pronounce it correctly, she'd rather I be called Carol then have it used incorrectly.
This always caused me a great deal on embarrassment at the beginning of each school year. The teacher or teachers would call the role, get to my name, say "Anita" and I'd have to tell them that I used my middle name. I never liked being the center of attention and this would make the teacher spend more time on me and it always gave the kids something to snicker about with my name.
When it came to deciding on Corey's name, that was one of the considerations that Les and I took into account - that he would go by his given name. After all, Les had grown up as "Junior" or Lester and me being Carol.
Well today is your day to be proud, to let it out and let it free.
Many people do not know my real name - that I have always gone by my middle name, Carol. My mom has always told me that she loved my first name, Anita, but that since no one would pronounce it correctly, she'd rather I be called Carol then have it used incorrectly.
This always caused me a great deal on embarrassment at the beginning of each school year. The teacher or teachers would call the role, get to my name, say "Anita" and I'd have to tell them that I used my middle name. I never liked being the center of attention and this would make the teacher spend more time on me and it always gave the kids something to snicker about with my name.
When it came to deciding on Corey's name, that was one of the considerations that Les and I took into account - that he would go by his given name. After all, Les had grown up as "Junior" or Lester and me being Carol.
On This Day in History...
March 11, 1824…The Bureau of Indian Affairs was created by the U.S. War Department. Ely Parker of the Seneca tribe became the first Indian to lead the Bureau.
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Since moving to Wyoming, it has become abundantly clear to me how unfairly the Native Americans were treated by the white man. It has been so wonderful exploring in Wyoming, Montana, Nebraska and South Dakota and experiencing the history of the old west.
March 11, 1969…The Levi-Strauss Company began marketing bell-bottom jeans.
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Yes, I did wear bell-bottom jeans.
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Since moving to Wyoming, it has become abundantly clear to me how unfairly the Native Americans were treated by the white man. It has been so wonderful exploring in Wyoming, Montana, Nebraska and South Dakota and experiencing the history of the old west.
March 11, 1969…The Levi-Strauss Company began marketing bell-bottom jeans.
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Yes, I did wear bell-bottom jeans.
Wrap Up of February 2012
February began with Joe being released from the hospital after a bout of pneumonia. However, after being home for only three days, he was admitted to the hospital again. It seems his lungs were still full of fluid. After another short stay though he was released and put on oxygen for the next six weeks.
Appointments were with the infectious disease doctor, a neurological phychologist who conducted a series of tests with Joe to determine the extent of his vascular dementia - he he currently below the average of people his age. He also had an appointment with a skin specialist who removed a skin cancer from Joe's chest.
In the middle of the month while taking out the trash one Sunday morning, I stepped into a snow-covered hole and popped my left knee cap. I wound up driving myself to the emergency room and after a series of x-rays I was released to go home on crutches. The next day I had an appointment with an orthopedic doctor who told me that (in laymen's terms) I had a severe bone bruise. No surgery needed thank goodness! Just several weeks of recovery and careful walking.
Derek's 4th Birthday
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| Derek almost age 4 riding the bicycle Papa Joe gave him for his 2nd birthday. (The new tricycle showed up from Papa Joe at Christmas). |
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| Corey, age 4, on the machinery with my Uncle Harce at our home in Omega. The city had just completed using our backyard as a construction area for the new city water tower. Uncle Harce was hired to level and reseed our back yard. That's Les in the right-hand side of the picture heading to his old blue truck with the camper on the back. |
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| Corey with "Miss Vicki" and his preschool class when he was 4 years old. (Front row on right, if you couldn't tell which one he was). |
Wrap Up of January 2012
So how's 2012 working out for you Carol? Hmmm, January wasn't so good. Here's a short wrap up...
- Joe was fitted with a bracelet that would track him in case he wondered off.
- Joe continued to have weekly physical therapy sessions twice a week to help with his balance and walking.
- I attended a baby shower one evening and then made a trip to the emergency room with Joe for unexplained aggression and rage.
- There was the continued three sessions per week of dialysis for Joe.
- I actually had lunch with a girlfriend all by ourselves. Been awhile since that has happened and in the middle of the week.
- Cancelled plans with friends for a fun planned Family Home Evening due to Joe not feeling well.
- The pacemaker check went well though.
- I didn't get to attend my photography class again this time. Oh well, there's always another one some time perhaps?
- And the last day of the month ended up with the third trip to the emergency room. This time is was for a bad case of pneumonia where Joe ended up in the ICU for three days.
The Chicken and Dumpling Recipe
I have made them numerous times and served or given them away to countless people who seem to enjoy them as much as I always did.
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