Saturday, April 21, 2012

Kindergarten Day


When I was younger, and the age of when I could have attended kindergarten, it was not possible for me to do so.  Only the children of parents who were well off could attend and that left me out.  Times have changed and children such as Corey now have the opportunity to attend kindergarten.
Corey, age 6.
"The first day of school  was very, very, very, very scared.  I did not know anyone that day.  I only know Karla".
Corey's kindergarten class.  Corey last row third from left.  He's standing by Chris who was his best friend for years.  Leslie, one of his good girl friends.  Second row - Karla in the pink shirt was and is still one of his forever friends.  Mandy, sitting to the left of Karla, was his very good tomboy and true friends.
One of Corey's first drawings.  He loved dinosaurs, just like his mom did.


Here he is...Mr. Kindergarten!  Wasn't he a cutie?!
Corey's first love letter given to him.  (The first of many)!
Corey's kindergarten class on a field trip to Omega Pharmacy.  Corey is in last row of children in dark t-shirt with arms raised and strange look on face.
Translation..."I Like Halloween.  Halloween is fun because you get to scare people in your coffin.  Halloween is fun".
Corey, Me and Karla Whitley dressed for Halloween 1988.

Serving my dry ice brew in our front yard.

Our front yard.

Corey's Kindergarten report card.




Drawn after Corey's class had gone on a field trip to the zoo.

End of year comments - passed on to 1st grade.


Friday, April 20, 2012

How's 2012 Working Out?


I just don't seem to have the time to do what I want to do and if I have the time I don't seem to have the energy.  Before you know if, the year will be over and I'll have to put some of those same ole things on my list again.

Here I am.  Four months into the new year.  Where has the time gone?  What have I accomplished that I wanted to do and still want to do?

Things such as...
  • I would love to have the energy to get up each and every morning before Joe starts his day and just take a walk all by myself.  Then come back for a nice little breakfast while reading my scriptures and/or my Ensign and a hot shower and then get ready for work.  I would love to lose half of my body weight.
  • I would love to blog everyday.  My mind gets so full of things I'd love to say, that I'd love to record, that I'd love to pass on to my son and grandchildren.  I'd love to be able to just take the time and talk with my parents and write down some of their thoughts, their memories so that I can get to know them better.
  • I'd love to be able to waste some time by logging onto pinterest.com and just spend some time browsing on there everyday.  Then I'd love to be able to create and make some of the things that catch my interest.
  • I'd love to be able to wash my white clothes and fold and put them away on every other day and do my colored clothes the in between days.
  • I would love to go to bed every night and get a full, undisturbed night's sleep.  This means not worrying that when I did go to sleep Joe wouldn't get up and get into and do something he shouldn't be doing.
  • I would love to have more contact with my kids and grandson as I feel as though they are slipping away from my life.  I sometimes feel as though I need them more than they need me.  And, I suppose as time goes by it will become even more so as Derek gets older.
  • I would love that each morning when I leave my house that all is in its place as it should be.
  • I would love to get the typing done of the Vietnam letters by Dad by Thanksgiving.
  • I would love to have some free time each evening by myself just to decompress from the day.
  • I would love to fly back to Georgia about every six months to visit with family.  I would also love to be able to go to the temple at least every six months.
  • I would love just to be able to read a book - not  a church book, but go to the library and check out a real book and read it.
I guess I got to thinking a little more about this after Joe and I had dinner with some friends.  We had been invited to their home for dinner.  When I asked what time we should arrive, the response was "6:00.  We always eat at 6:00."  This couple always seems to have it together.  They have a beautiful home which is impeccably decorated.  Both are retired from their jobs.  They appear to lack for nothing.  And, it appears that they have plenty of time to do whatever they want.  And they always eat at 6:00.  How did they get to that stage in their lives and why am I where I am?  Really, I don't need anyone to analyze my question and give me an answer.   I know my life is different from theirs because:
  • My first marriage didn't last and caused everything that I worked for and hoped for a total of 23 years to be taken away from me.  Primarily any financial security that I had.
  • My second marriage has caused such instability that normalcy will never happen.
  • Too many job losses in the last four years have made such a deep impact on starting all over again.  Starting to save money, trying to save my home and struggling to plan for the unknowns of getting older.
  • I'll still be working or trying to earn some money when most others will most likely be retiring.
All in all though, life is pretty darn good.  I've still got 7-8 more months of this year to accomplish some of my goals.  So, I'll just keep plugging along and see how it all turns out in the end.

    It's Lima Bean Day!



    I'd love to have a big bowl of some lima beans right now!  Yummy!  The best way to cook them though in adding a nice spoonful of some bacon drippin's and just enough salt for a wonderful flavor.  Then you cook them long enough until their tender and wrinkled.  (You know the kind of wrinkling like when you stay in your bath water too long)?

    They are the perfect accompaniment to a plate of fried catfish and some big fat tater logs.  This is making me salivate just thinking of it!

    Thursday, April 19, 2012

    One of the great talks given at the last General Conference...

    The Merciful Obtain Mercy
                            
    Dieter F. Uchtdorf - 2nd Counselor in the First Presidency

    My dear brothers and sisters, not long ago I received a letter from a concerned mother who pleaded for a general conference talk on a topic that would specifically benefit her two children. A rift had grown between them, and they had stopped speaking to each other. The mother was heartbroken. In the letter she assured me that a general conference message on this topic would reconcile her children, and all would be well.

    This good sister’s sincere and heartfelt plea was just one of several promptings I have received over these last months that I should say a few words today on a topic that is a growing concern—not only for a worried mother but for many in the Church and, indeed, the world.

    I am impressed by the faith of this loving mother that a general conference talk could help heal the relationship between her children. I am sure that her confidence was not so much in the abilities of the speakers but in “the virtue of the word of God,” which has a “more powerful effect upon the minds of the people than … anything else.”  Dear sister, I pray that the Spirit will touch your children’s hearts.


    When Relationships Go Bad
    Strained and broken relationships are as old as humankind itself. Ancient Cain was the first who allowed the cancer of bitterness and malice to canker his heart. He tilled the ground of his soul with envy and hatred and allowed these feelings to ripen until he did the unthinkable—murdering his own brother and becoming, in the process, the father of Satan’s lies.

    Since those first days the spirit of envy and hatred has led to some of the most tragic stories in history. It turned Saul against David, the sons of Jacob against their brother Joseph, Laman and Lemuel against Nephi, and Amalickiah against Moroni.

    I imagine that every person on earth has been affected in some way by the destructive spirit of contention, resentment, and revenge. Perhaps there are even times when we recognize this spirit in ourselves. When we feel hurt, angry, or envious, it is quite easy to judge other people, often assigning dark motives to their actions in order to justify our own feelings of resentment.


    The Doctrine
    Of course, we know this is wrong. The doctrine is clear. We all depend on the Savior; none of us can be saved without Him. Christ’s Atonement is infinite and eternal. Forgiveness for our sins comes with conditions. We must repent, and we must be willing to forgive others. Jesus taught: “Forgive one another; for he that forgiveth not … [stands] condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in him the greater sin” and “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.”

    Of course, these words seem perfectly reasonable—when applied to someone else. We can so clearly and easily see the harmful results that come when others judge and hold grudges. And we certainly don’t like it when people judge us.

    But when it comes to our own prejudices and grievances, we too often justify our anger as righteous and our judgment as reliable and only appropriate. Though we cannot look into another’s heart, we assume that we know a bad motive or even a bad person when we see one. We make exceptions when it comes to our own bitterness because we feel that, in our case, we have all the information we need to hold someone else in contempt.

    The Apostle Paul, in his letter to the Romans, said that those who pass judgment on others are “inexcusable.” The moment we judge someone else, he explained, we condemn ourselves, for none is without sin.  Refusing to forgive is a grievous sin—one the Savior warned against. Jesus’s own disciples had “sought occasion against [each other] and forgave not one another in their hearts; and for this evil they were afflicted and sorely chastened.”

    Our Savior has spoken so clearly on this subject that there is little room for private interpretation. “I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive,” but then He said, “… of you it is required to forgive all men.”

    May I add a footnote here? When the Lord requires that we forgive all men, that includes forgiving ourselves. Sometimes, of all the people in the world, the one who is the hardest to forgive—as well as perhaps the one who is most in need of our forgiveness—is the person looking back at us in the mirror.

    The Bottom Line
    This topic of judging others could actually be taught in a two-word sermon. When it comes to hating, gossiping, ignoring, ridiculing, holding grudges, or wanting to cause harm, please apply the following:


    Stop it!

    It’s that simple. We simply have to stop judging others and replace judgmental thoughts and feelings with a heart full of love for God and His children. God is our Father. We are His children. We are all brothers and sisters. I don’t know exactly how to articulate this point of not judging others with sufficient eloquence, passion, and persuasion to make it stick. I can quote scripture, I can try to expound doctrine, and I will even quote a bumper sticker I recently saw. It was attached to the back of a car whose driver appeared to be a little rough around the edges, but the words on the sticker taught an insightful lesson. It read, “Don’t judge me because I sin differently than you.”

    We must recognize that we are all imperfect—that we are beggars before God. Haven’t we all, at one time or another, meekly approached the mercy seat and pleaded for grace? Haven’t we wished with all the energy of our souls for mercy—to be forgiven for the mistakes we have made and the sins we have committed?

    Because we all depend on the mercy of God, how can we deny to others any measure of the grace we so desperately desire for ourselves? My beloved brothers and sisters, should we not forgive as we wish to be forgiven? 

    The Love of God
    Is this difficult to do?  Yes, of course.  Forgiving ourselves and others is not easy. In fact, for most of us it requires a major change in our attitude and way of thinking—even a change of heart. But there is good news. This “mighty change” of heart is exactly what the gospel of Jesus Christ is designed to bring into our lives.

    How is it done? Through the love of God.

    When our hearts are filled with the love of God, something good and pure happens to us. We “keep his commandments: and his commandments are not grievous. For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world.”

    The more we allow the love of God to govern our minds and emotions—the more we allow our love for our Heavenly Father to swell within our hearts—the easier it is to love others with the pure love of Christ. As we open our hearts to the glowing dawn of the love of God, the darkness and cold of animosity and envy will eventually fade.

    As always, Christ is our exemplar. In His teachings as in His life, He showed us the way. He forgave the wicked, the vulgar, and those who sought to hurt and to do Him harm.

    Jesus said it is easy to love those who love us; even the wicked can do that. But Jesus Christ taught a higher law. His words echo through the centuries and are meant for us today. They are meant for all who desire to be His disciples. They are meant for you and me: “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.”

    When our hearts are filled with the love of God, we become “kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving [each other], even as God for Christ’s sake [forgave us].”

    The pure love of Christ can remove the scales of resentment and wrath from our eyes, allowing us to see others the way our Heavenly Father sees us: as flawed and imperfect mortals who have potential and worth far beyond our capacity to imagine. Because God loves us so much, we too must love and forgive each other. 

    The Way of the Disciple
    My dear brothers and sisters, consider the following questions as a self-test:
    Do you harbor a grudge against someone else?
    Do you gossip, even when what you say may be true?
    Do you exclude, push away, or punish others because of something they have done?
    Do you secretly envy another?
    Do you wish to cause harm to someone?

    If you answered yes to any of these questions, you may want to apply the two-word sermon from earlier: stop it!

    In a world of accusations and unfriendliness, it is easy to gather and cast stones. But before we do so, let us remember the words of the One who is our Master and model: “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.”

    Brothers and sisters, let us put down our stones.
    Let us be kind.
    Let us forgive.
    Let us talk peacefully with each other.
    Let the love of God fill our hearts.
    “Let us do good unto all men.”
    The Savior promised: “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over. … For with the same measure that [you use] it shall be measured to you again.”

    Shouldn’t this promise be enough to always focus our efforts on acts of kindness, forgiveness, and charity instead of on any negative behavior?

    Let us, as disciples of Jesus Christ, return good for evil.  Let us not seek revenge or allow our wrath to overcome us.

    “For it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.
    “Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink. …
    “Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.”
    Remember: in the end, it is the merciful who obtain mercy.

    As members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, wherever we may be, let us be known as a people who “have love one to another.” 

    Love One Another
    Brothers and sisters, there is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment.

    We are not perfect.

    The people around us are not perfect.People do things that annoy, disappoint, and anger. In this mortal life it will always be that way.

    Nevertheless, we must let go of our grievances. Part of the purpose of mortality is to learn how to let go of such things. That is the Lord’s way.
    Remember, heaven is filled with those who have this in common: They are forgiven. And they forgive.
    Lay your burden at the Savior’s feet. Let go of judgment. Allow Christ’s Atonement to change and heal your heart. Love one another. Forgive one another.
    The merciful will obtain mercy.

    Of this I testify in the name of the One who loved so well and so completely that He gave His life for us, His friends—in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.
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    What a fantastic talk.  I think we all need to be reminded that we are not perfect and neither are others.  Everyone makes mistakes.  How can we expect to prepare ourselves to enter God's holy temples when we harbor resentment and grudges towards others? 

    We all have times in our lives when others hurt us, but that doesn't mean we should shut them out of our lives.  This whole talk centered around forgiveness and that's what we should do.  Or else, we can and will be judged according to how we have judged others.

    Tuesday, April 17, 2012

    On This Day in History...The Mustang

    April 17, 1964…At the New York World's Fair, the Ford Motor Company formally introduced the Mustang. Priced at $2,368, 22,000 orders were taken the first day. The 1965 Mustang was the automaker's most successful launch since the Model A.
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    Monday, April 16, 2012

    On This Day in History...The British Royal Yacht, Britannia

    April 16, 1953…Britannia, the British royal yacht, was launched by Queen Elizabeth II. Following the Labour Party's victory in May 1997, it was announced that the vessel would be retired and no replacement would be built. Britannia was decommissioned on December 11, 1997 and is now permanently moored as a tourist attraction in the historic Port of Leith, Edinburgh, Scotland.
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    On July 22, 2000, Corey and I made a day trip to Edinburgh, Scotland.  It was a birthday present from Mum and Dad McLean who knew that I wanted to take Corey to visit that city.  It is one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been to and I wanted to share it with Corey.

    One of the things we did upon our arrival in Edinburgh was visit the royal yacht, Britannia. 



    This is Corey standing in front of the Royal Barge, a wooden boat, which was used by the royals when they disembarked from the yacht...



    Now he's standing in front of the front end of the yacht.  The item in his hand was used to give everyone the opportunity for a self-guided tour.  I do remember the wind blowing really cool.


    This is the back end of the yacht...


    He's only pretending to have bumped his head.  We loved the way the Brits and the Scots word things such as the sign in the background that read "Danger.  Mind your head."


    Sunday, April 15, 2012

    Belated Easter Memories


    Easter 1958.  Where was Jimmy?  And, I have no idea where this picture was taken.

    Easter 1960.  Jimmy's here this time and this picture was taken at our home in Hampton, Virginia.
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    A later Easter - late 70's or early 80's.  I think it was around 1982 judging by my maroon Mustang in the front yard.  It was the year that Joanie and Bruce Allen came to visit with their family.  Jimmy was still married to Cindy.



    Anniversary of Sealing - April 12, 2008

    Just remembering the day that I was sealed for time and all eternity to my sweet husband, Joe.
    How nice it was to spend the day with family and friends.  (Ally, Corey, Grandmother Cattell with Derek and Joe and me).

    On This Day in History...

    April 14, 1902…In Kemmerer, Wyoming, James Cash (J.C.) Penney opened the Golden Rule Store, his first retail outlet.

    Joe and I visted this store in June of 2010 on one of our "daycations".

    World Grits Day

    I love grits.  Having a mother who was born in the south and living in the south for most of my life, I guess it would be inevitable that I should like them.  Grits consist of coarsely ground corn.  Who doesn't like corn?  Why wouldn't you like grits?

    Dad, who was born in Michigan and gradually disseminated into a southern, used to call grits "George Washington Ice Cream".  (Hmmm, don't remember why on that one).

    Not even the most ardent lover of grits would think of eating it alone. Basically it is just a dull mound of whiteness, much like mashed potatoes. But, when you add butter and salt or any one of the many tasty items found particularly in the South and you're on your way to a fantastic eating experience. A Southerner's devotion to grits can really be defined because we can eat them as grits-and-gravy, grits-and-ham, grits-and-sausage, grits-and-eggs, grits-with-meat-and-cheese and so on and so on.  They may be served with grated cheese, butter, sausage or country ham red-eye gravy.  My Grandmother Beulah McGhee used to fix the red-eye gravy with her grits.  The gravy was usually made from the drippings of some pan-fried country ham or pork, typically mixed with black coffee. These same drippings, when mixed with flour, made the flavoring for Sawmill gravy which was a white pepper gravy.

    My number one favorite way of eating grits?  Making the grits as usual, but then adding a couple of over easy eggs and smooshing them into the grits.  And, for added flavor, adding some crumbled up bacon and diced up sausage.  What a fantastic dish!

    My second favorite way to eat grits is served with a big plate of fried catfish with an accompaniment of "cheese grits".  This is where the grits have been cooked and then cheddar cheese has been added and stirred into a creamy delicious side dish with the fish.

    I have also had grits with the sugar sprinkled on top or had my favorite jelly or jam mixed in those tiny pearls of goodness.

    For the uneducated about grits...Grits are usually prepared by adding one part grits to two-to-three parts boiling water seasoned with salt. They are usually cooked for 5-10 minutes for "quick" grits or 20 or more minutes for whole kernel grits, or until the water is absorbed and the grits become a porridge-like consistency. As grits expand when they are cooked, they need to be stirred periodically to prevent sticking and forming lumps. 

    Happy Grits Day!

    Friday, April 13, 2012

    National Peach Cobbler Day

    It’s National Peach Cobbler Day! A cobbler is a deep-dish fruit pie covered with a thick crust made from biscuit dough. This delicious dessert originated in the American West during the 19th century. Although for many years people did not consider cobbler fashionable enough to serve to guests, it has now earned a permanent place in the pantheon of wholesome American desserts.

    This is a recent peach cobbler I made using Aunt Rachel's famous recipe.
    Did you know that the world’s largest peach cobbler was 11x5 feet across and 8 inches deep? It appeared at the the Georgia Peach Festival in 2007 and contained 90 pounds of butter, 150 pounds of sugar, 150 pounds of flour, 32 gallons of milk, and 75 gallons of peaches!

    Thursday, April 12, 2012

    Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day

    I LOVE Grilled Cheese Sandwiches!  Who wouldn't?  That nice crusty, toasted bread and the melty cheese!

    Grilled Cheese: Defined

    Exactly what is and what isn't a grilled cheese anyway? Obviously, cheese and bread must be involved, as well as some form of grilling.



    A Grilled Cheese Must...
    • be a closed sandwich, griddled on both sides.
    • have cheese as the primary ingredient. Other ingredients can complement, but not overwhelm the cheese.
    • be made with sliced bread. Thus a sandwich made with whole, crust-on loaves like an Italian panini or a Cubano do not qualify.
    • be served hot all the way through, with the cheese melted.
    • be cooked on a flat, greased surface until golden brown.  A grilled cheese may never be baked in the oven - that is a toasted cheese sandwich.
    Agreed? Let's move on to some details on ingredients.

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    A grilled cheese doesn't work with just any old cheese. You've got to have a cheese with just the right melting characteristics. Favorites include the classic American and young Cheddar or Swiss-style cheeses.  As long as it melts, it's got a place in my sandwiches.

    As far as the bread...Aside from necessarily being sliced, the only other rule here is that it can't be too hole-y (or your cheese will drip out), and it can't be sliced too thick, (lest your cheese won't melt). White bread and American is what I grew up on.

    The Method

    Use butter on the outside of the bread.  Or, if you want to really wild, leave off the butter and instead spread a layer of mayonnaise on each surface of your sandwich before grilling. It'll melt and brown, adding a touch of its sweet and tangy flavor.
    Low and slow is the way to go. Grill your sandwiches at medium-low heat. Try to speed up the process and you end up with a sandwich that's hot on the outside but still cool and unmelted in the middle. It's also harder to get it to brown properly.
    Keep things moving. I like to swirl my sandwiches around the skillet or griddle with a light pressure the entire time they cook to make sure that they get a perfectly even, deep brown color.
    Serve 'em while they're hot!

    National Be Kind to Lawyers Day

    I decided that this day needed to be included in my blogging.   Until I went into the early childcare field, most of my business career had been centered around working for attorneys - mostly in the criminal field.

    My first time working for attorneys was when I moved to Atlanta in 1977  I went to work for Wells Fargo/Pony Express in their legal department.  Dad used to kid with me about my job asking if I was the one who fed the horses.  Just shortly before I got married, I quit that job (don't remember why) and went to work for Honeywell Corporation in their legal department.  I stayed with that corporation until I married and Les and I moved to south Georgia.

    I then went to work for Perry & Perry, P.C. which was run by David and Diane Perry who were married at that time.  I stayed there from 1980 until 1982 when Corey was born.  This was my favorite law firm.  They were both members of the church.  In fact, David became the bishop while I worked for them. 

    Diane and I used to spend a lot of time together.  We really liked to go hiking up in the mountains around Pine Mountain near Columbus, Georgia.  We'd take along our dogs and spend the majority of the day away from the house.  Les had a part-time job many times on the weekend or had to work, so that left lots of spare time for me.

    Me and my little dog, Pepper.
    Diane and her dog who had his own backpack.

    I officially "retired" from working with attorneys after the birth of Corey.  I stayed home with him for his first years, but did occasional freelance work with other attorneys in town to make a little money and get me out of the house.

    When he was three years old, I decided it was time to go back to work.  I missed working - both financially and socially and being an only child, Corey was in need of some social interaction too from sources other than his own cousins.  They let him get away with things and he was in need of learning how to play with other children.  So, I set out to find another job, which I did in Ocilla, Georgia with another attorney...Emory Walters - a very prominent attorney.  I was going to be his personal secretary and he would ultimately change my life. 

    During my initial interview with Emory, as I was sitting across from his giant oak desk, one of the things I told him was that I did not take dictation.  He said that was no problem.  However, my first day he called me into his office to take dictation.  I managed to survive that heart palpating experience, but the moment I got back into town I went and bought me a hand help tape recorder.  Then, every time he called me into his office, I took the recorder with me, laid it on his desk and therefore, I was able to get every word he said.   And, every time he would buzz my desk intercom, I would turn on the recorder.  I did that after I had made the mistake of asking him to repeat what he wanted me to do.  His response was "I don't have *$*%($$ time to *#@*#& tell you *#*$%&@". 

    Emory was a very hard man to work for.  I was ready to quit a couple of weeks after starting, but didn't because I was too intimidated and afraid to tell him so.  However, when it got to the point that I was waking up with a severe headache or diarrhea most every day, I finally decided it was time to leave.  He was very gracious and I vowed at that time that I didn't care if I ever worked for another attorney and I haven't.

    Simon and Garfunkle

     

    April 12, 1969…Simon & Garfunkel released the single "The Boxer." One of the duo's most highly produced tracks, the song took more than 100 hours to record and was performed at multiple locations, including Nashville, St. Paul's Chapel in New York City, and Columbia studios. Rolling Stone magazine ranked the song #105 on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.




    On Corey's 21st birthday, I took him to Atlanta.   Why I was taking him was a total surprise.  We've always had similar tastes in music and the purpose was to see Simon and Garfunkle in concert at the Phillips Arena on December 20, 2003.  He didn't find out until we got checked into our hotel and then I told him it was time to head out.  He was happily floored!

    "The Boxer" has always been one of my favorite songs and throughout the concert they had not played it.  In fact, they left the stage and came back for an encore.  I remember I had my fingers crossed and was whispering, "please, please, please" that they would sing that song.  And then, it happened.  The strumming fingers on the guitar started to play those familiar cords.  I was one ecstatically happy woman - the concert was complete.

    Today In History...FDR Died

    April 12, 1945…U.S. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 63. At the time he collapsed, Roosevelt had been sitting for a portrait painting by the artist Elizabeth Shoumatoff, known as the famous Unfinished Portrait of FDR. Roosevelt said, "I have a terrific pain in the back of my head." He then slumped forward in his chair, unconscious, and was pronounced dead at 3:35 p.m. His vice president, Harry Truman, was sworn in as the country's 33rd president.
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    This is the headline about his death in a copy of the newspaper that I have.

    On January 30, 1982, Les and I decided to do some sightseeing several miles from our home. We decided to go to Warm Springs, Georgia which was the Georgia home of President Franklin D. Roosevelt. There was a celebration taking place commemorating the 100th birthday of FDR.

    We passed through the town of Preston and Les wanted his picture taken by the sign...


    Here we are at Warm Springs...

    The Little White House...


    Outside The Little White House...



    Inside the home we got to see the original of the painting that was being done when he died.


    The celebration even had a birthday cake and we each had a piece...
    This was F.D.R.s car...

    This was  a ship made by F.D.R...



    We passed through Plains, the home of President Jimmy Carter...

    Today In History...Civil War Began

    April 12, 1861…America's Civil War began as Fort Sumter was shelled by the Confederacy.

    Big Wind Day


    How much more wind can we take?

    This article in our local newspaper was written  on January 29, 2012 by a friend of mine named Cindy Bower.  She is also in our ward at church. 
    Many Wyomingites are nearing their Maximum Expected Wind Tolerance Capacity and it is still January. With Wyoming wind as our constant companion, even the natives are growing restless this winter.

    We laugh as we say it keeps our air clean and controls population growth. I wasn’t laughing when my storm door, hit by an 80 mph gust, propelled me across the porch, into a delivery man and injured my hip. That could have been a lethal weapon.

    Children’s literature romanticizes wind as in Thornton Burgess’ “Old Mother West Wind Series,” “Mary Poppins,” “Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day” and others. Those are not reality books for sure, but as a child I didn’t realize that. It wasn’t until I left Douglas for college in Sheridan that I learned wind doesn’t blow everyone’s snow away.

    Upon arrival there, a kindly Welcome Wagon lady arrived with a goodie basket. She perched herself on my love seat testifying to the virtues of Sheridan, which by the way were all true. Before concluding, she said, “Oh, you will notice that the wind doesn’t blow here as it does in some places in Wyoming.” This raised my young ire a bit, enough to try to count more than a handful of windy days in the three years I lived there. I was unsuccessful.

    Wyoming weathermen typically report light breezes, or breezy with gusts, or call for a high wind warning. This system of categorizing is lackluster at best, or should I say “lack-bluster.”What about terms such as window rattling, branch breaking, fence dismantling, lip sticking and teeth drying, eyelid plastering to face, car door ripping, or knock you off your porch?

    We in Wyoming take pride in resilience. Some of our adaptations to wind include:
    In our greetings and departures we don’t say “Have a good day,”half as often as we say “Don’t blow away.”

    Indoors we can tell the wind is blowing by the wake in the toilet bowl and the size of the dark circles under our eyes from sleep deprivation.

    Conversation volume is adjusted according to wind speed. I believe “The Loud Family” on old episodes of “Saturday Night Live”were actually filmed on a windy night in Casper.

    Halloween costumes are chosen based on wind forecasts. Our artistic daughter made an Oreo cookie costume one year. Her large cardboard circles were painted like Oreos. Shoulder and side straps held in puffy white cream filling of quilt batting. Before getting to the corner her batting was whipped away and dancing high in the night sky. The cookie blew into her face, bloodying her nose. Every time I see the movie “E.T.” I wonder at children trick-or-treating on a carefree warm and windless evening.
    Happy memories often include wind. One vivid annual Christmas memory is the wild clacking of my grandparent’s outdoor Christmas lights, welcoming us for turkey dinner.

    Wyoming athletes can out-kick, out throw, and outrun anyone anywhere. They aren’t just battling other teams, but the wind too.

    Recycling items collect in garages and car trunks for months as we wait for a calm day to hit the big green bins, hopefully avoiding our items blowing to Midwest.

    Garbage cans are labeled so neighbors can return lost blown-away ones found wedged into bushes and window wells down the block. We are not only dodging deer and antelope in our city streets, but tumbling trash bins and fallen branches.

    Gone are my Great Grandma Sedar’s beaded hairnets and silken headscarves. Tight ponytails with double elastic headbands and multiple hair pins help us avoid smarting hair lashings to the face. My younger sister avoided blowing hair-in-the-mouth problems by having my grandmother French braid her hair so tightly that it would last for weeks, pulling her eyes so far to the sides that she could barely open them.

    Wyoming sportsmen calculate wind speed and direction before casting or aiming. Finally ... an answer to the Dick Cheney shooting mishap ... he just forgot he wasn’t in Windy Wyoming.

    Driving our windy highways and byways lends to blinding zero visibility ground blizzards even on the clearest of days and nights. Our adult children have graduated from counting road kill to reporting each overturned semi-truck and high-profile vehicle on their routes. There are more of those anyway and some are just as flat.

    We could successfully petition an ordinance for a “free pet return” on days that fences blow down and dogs escape.

    Whether the temperature is nearing 100 degrees or 20 below zero, if it is calm we say the same thing ... “beautiful day isn’t it?”On a calm day we are frowned upon for saying the “W” word.

    Peter Paul and Mary sang that, “The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.” Maybe if it would stop blowing long enough we could just hear it.

    Wednesday, April 11, 2012

    General Conference

    Special Lessons

    Ronald A. Rasband
    Of the Presidency of the Seventy


    “For reasons usually unknown, some people are born with physical limitations. Specific parts of the body may be abnormal. Regulatory systems may be out of balance. And all of our bodies are subject to disease and death. Nevertheless, the gift of a physical body is priceless. …
    “A perfect body is not required to achieve a divine destiny. In fact, some of the sweetest spirits are housed in frail frames. …
    “Eventually the time will come when each ‘spirit and … body shall be reunited again in … perfect form; both limb and joint shall be restored to its proper frame’ (Alma 11:43). Then, thanks to the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can become perfected in Him.”
    To all of you who have challenges, concerns, disappointments, or heartaches with a dear one, know this: with infinite love and everlasting compassion, God our Heavenly Father loves your afflicted one, and He loves you!
    Some might ask when faced with such suffering, how could Almighty God let this happen? And then that seemingly inevitable question, why did this happen to me? Why must we experience disease and events that disable or call precious family members home early or extend their years in pain? Why the heartaches?
    At these moments we can turn to the great plan of happiness authored by our Heavenly Father. That plan, when presented in the pre-earth life, prompted us all to shout for joy. Put simply, this life is training for eternal exaltation, and that process means tests and trials. It has always been so, and no one is spared.
    Trusting in God’s will is central to our mortality. With faith in Him, we draw upon the power of Christ’s Atonement at those times when questions abound and answers are few.
    After His Resurrection, when visiting the Americas, our Savior, Jesus Christ, reached out to all with this invitation:
    “Have ye any that are sick among you? Bring them hither. Have ye any that are lame, or blind, or halt, or maimed, or leprous, or that are withered, or that are deaf, or that are afflicted in any manner? Bring them hither and I will heal them, for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy."
    “And it came to pass that when he had thus spoken, all the multitude, with one accord, did go forth with their sick and their afflicted, and their lame, and with their blind, and with their dumb, and with all them that were afflicted in any manner; and he did heal them every one as they were brought forth unto him.”
    Great strength can be found in the words “all the multitude … did go forth”—all, brothers and sisters. We all face challenges. And then the phrase: “that were afflicted in any manner.” All of us can identify, can’t we? 
    President James E. Faust, my boyhood stake president, said: “I have a great appreciation for those loving parents who stoically bear and overcome their anguish and heartbreak for a child who was born with or who has developed a serious mental or physical infirmity. This anguish often continues every day, without relief, during the lifetime of the parent or the child. Not infrequently, parents are required to give superhuman nurturing care that never ceases, day or night. Many a mother’s arms and heart have ached years on end, giving comfort and relieving the suffering of her special child.”
    If you come upon a person who is drowning, would you ask if they need help—or would it be better to just jump in and save them from the deepening waters? The offer, while well meaning and often given, “Let me know if I can help” is really no help at all.
    We continue to learn the important value of being aware of and interested in the lives of those around us, learning not only the importance of giving help but also the overwhelming joy that comes from helping others.
    Dear President Thomas S. Monson, who is such a magnificent example of lifting the downtrodden, said: “God bless all who endeavor to be their brother’s keeper, who give to ameliorate suffering, who strive with all that is good within them to make a better world. Have you noticed that such individuals have a brighter smile? Their footsteps are more certain. They have an aura about them of contentment and satisfaction … for one cannot participate in helping others without experiencing a rich blessing himself.”
    Though we will face trials, adversities, disabilities, heartaches, and all manner of afflictions, our caring, loving Savior will always be there for us. He has promised:
    “I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. …
    “My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
    Brothers and sisters, it is my hope and prayer that we will continue to bear nobly our burdens and to reach out to those among us who are suffering and in need of being lifted and encouraged. May we each thank God for His blessings and renew our commitment to our Father in Heaven of humble service to His children. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
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    When I heard this talk, it made me think of so many people in my life.  It made me think, first and foremost of Joe who has endured so many medical problems.  It made me think of Nancy and her loss of Timothy.  It made me think of Mom and Dad who have endured so many problems with their bodies for almost as long as I can remember.

    Five Trails Daycare Center



    The person on the left is Jamaica who is the director and the person on the right is Robin who is the nurse.

    Doctor, Doctor, Tell Me The News...

    We've gone several months now with no major medical problems with Joe.  (That's the sound of me knocking on wood).  However, we've had something new enter into our vast vault of which body part or medical problem will pop up out of nowhere.

    Since the end of January, I've been aware that apparently Joe has developed an irregular heartbeat/heart rate.  I didn't think much of it.  I thought it just had to do with his heart murmur which his doctors have been aware of.  But recently, the irregularity has apparently gotten worse.  It's been pointed out on several recent occasions by the techs at the dialysis lab.  So, we got an appointment for Joe to see his cardiologist. 

    Joe's recently had his six month pacemaker checkup and it's working as it should.  At the conclusion of his visit, it was determined that Joe has atrial fibrillation.  Atrial fibrillation (AF or A-fib) is the most common cardiac arrhythmia (irregular heart beat). It may cause no symptoms, but it is often associated with palpitations, fainting, chest pain, or congestive heart failure. AF increases the risk of stroke; the degree of stroke risk can be up to seven times that of the average population, depending on the presence of additional risk factors (such as high blood pressure). It may be identified clinically when taking a pulse, and the presence of AF can be confirmed with an electrocardiogram (ECG or EKG) which demonstrates the absence of P waves together with an irregular ventricular rate.   

    So, Joe was sent for some blood work, had to wear a Holter Heart Monitor.  Electrodes (small conducting patches) were stuck onto his hairy chest and attached to a small recording monitor. While wearing the monitor, it recorded his heart's electrical activity.   He wore it for 48 hours and then turned it in to have the data analyzed.  We are now waiting for his next visit in a couple of weeks the hear the results of all the tests and data.

    Today In History...The Bee Gees

    On this day in April 11, 1978
    "Night Fever" by the Bee Gees was the #1 song.
    "Saturday Night Fever" was the first movie that I ever saw with Les.  We loved the music so much we bought the soundtrack on an 8 track tape.  We played the tape so much that we literally wore it out.  (From the mid-1960s through the late ’70s, 8-track tapes and the stereo systems that played them were popular, but their short life was soon ended by cassette tapes then CDs).


    Watching the video of this dance scene is like deja vue for me.  I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED the disco era.  I danced this dance.   I wore those type of clothes and shoes.  I danced on lighted disco floors like this.  The best disco club I danced in was while visiting England the first time with my English boyfriend John. 


    On September 29, 1979 a girlfriend and I attended the Bee Gees "Spirits Having Flown" concert in Atlanta at The Omni.  It was fantastic!  The 3 Gibb brothers were identically dressed in white satin trousers and dazzling white spangled jackets.  Nice!