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Now and Then


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… beginning of the end of the “war on terror”… maybe ….

Dear FUTURE Great and Great-Great Grandchildren,

Yesterday was one of those historic dates that you may read about in your history books in your online history class. You will interact with the text and learn that on May 1, 2011, nearly 10 years after September 11, 2001, the evil genius behind the Alqaeda attacks on the Twin Towers in New York City was FINALLY hunted down and killed.

 At first, as silly as this may seem, I felt like the Munchkins in the Wizard of Oz who sang, “Ding dong! the witch is dead; the witch old witch, the witch old witch. Ding dong! the wicked witch is dead.” But then I stopped myself. Like many Americans, I realized that it isn’t right to be excited over any person’s death – wicked as they may be.  

In that distant day, you may not access the hologram that could show the celebrating crowd of 2000 or more cheering in front of the White House from where President Barak Obama made the late evening announcement. But you may stumble onto an ancient CNN story that tells about those who went to Ground Zero – former home of the Twin Towers – to honor the 3000 plus who died there, and you may hear a recording of the crowd’s rendition of  “I’m Proud to be an American.” While many are excited that the tyrant is dead, I hope what we are truly celebrating is the death of what bin Laden symbolized.

Throughout that evening, your great granny here watched those same stories as they unfolded on television (which, to you,  may be an obsolete piece of technology), and they reminded me of photos I had seen of the ending of World War II. I wondered as I watched if this was as big event as VJ Day was back in 1945. Or was it as monumental as the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 that signaled the end of Cold War? Most importantly, I asked myself, “Is bin Laden’s demise the “beginning of the end of the ‘war on terror?'”

Headlines

In the coming day, weeks, months, and years, I will learn the answer to that question, and I hope it is a resounding YES. Most politicians and analysts really don’t think so. But I hope they are wrong.

Years from now, when you study this historical event, I HOPE you are curious about the bearded man and wonder how his malevolent influence faded so fast from the face of the world.

I PRAY in that day that you ask yourself how such a one could have misinterpreted the beautiful teachings of the Koran in a way that directed hundreds of Muslims into extremist paths of deep hatred and vast destruction.

I DREAM that when you learn the details, such despicable human beings and appalling events will elude your understanding because YOUR world is one where Muslims, Christians, Jews, Hindi, Buddhists and many other peoples and faiths co-mingle in peace.

I know yesterday’s event may not bring about the desires of my heart and my prayers for you, but I want you to understand that I have faith that one day our world will know the peace we dream of. It may not happen in my lifetime or yours, but it will happen, my darlings.

I love you. 


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… it’s MAY … maybe …

It’s been a tough spring here in Utah:

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… Well, you get the point. But today is MayDay. And hopes are high that more than May flowers will appear.

In some yesteryear, May Day meant the Soviets paraded their warheads, tanks, and soldiers to communicate strength to their countrymen and to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.

Interesting way to welcome in spring????

In Merry Olde England, girls danced AROUND the May Pole – a LOVERLY way to greet the fifth month.

To ensure you have the right image in mind, here is a Flickr photo from Great Britain of just such a dance.

Our May Day celebration is a BIRTHDAY celebration for this cutie, who turned 3 today.

Happy Birthday, Big Guy! LOVE your PIRATE FACE!


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… March, Utah’s rather homely month …

In Georgia, March is the month of blooming dogwoods and azaleas, but here in Utah and other not-s0-warm states, it is the month of brown and gray. Brown lawns, hills, mountains, dirt. Gray clouds, skies, and moods.

March Dreariness

Gone is the white snow that creates a pristine landscape – except for those days where Old Man Winter blows in for a minute to remind us that spring’s arrival is delayed again. A few hearty crocus and daffodils dare show their colors to challenge snow-mixed-with-rain and bipolar temperatures, but most tulips are just sticking out their toes before taking the leap.

And then there are the pansies – those darlings that shiver and shake through November, December, January, and February to show the world that winter can be survived and spring will come again.

While I planted 90 tulip bulbs last fall, I didn’t put any pansies into the ground, and I missed their little promising faces peeking up through snow and dirt throughout those winter months.

Tulips - wherefore art thou?

Tulips are great and all, but their dormancy tests a gardener’s faith – will they truly show up, and how many will decide to keep sleeping? (Right now 62 of the 90 have broken through. What happened to the other 38??? Did I plant them too deep? Did I plant them upside-down? Is that possible?)

Today, G.E. brought me flowers for anniversary number 42!!! But he also bought AND planted pansies to fill up that vacant spot of garden dreariness. Which brings me to the brightest spot in March – the day I married the man I love!

G.E. cuddling with one of our 10 grandchildren!

 

 


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… so into so-so sewing …

I didn’t think it was possible to surprise myself after all these years of living with me, but I have. It started with a Christmas gift idea: a sewing machine for my grand-daughter, 11-almost-12-year-old Taylor. Along with the machine, I gave her a pattern and fabric, plus I volunteered to help her sew a skirt.

Miss Taylor the Tailor!

After 20 years of NOT sewing, the excitement for sewing again grew as I searched for a simple skirt pattern and fabric. And then as Taylor and I cut out the skirt and started sewing the project, the urge to tackle my own project grew even more.

This was shocking because I have never LOVED the hobby. There was a time early in our marriage when I sewed a lot. We were poor students living in Kearns, Utah, and sewing our clothes saved money. Fortunately, we lived in a neighborhood where seamstresses flourished, and they were willing to help this neophyte learn the art.

I also attended sewing classes provided by the County Extension Services because that agency gave us FREE fabric. Granted, it came in narrow strips, BUT the instructor taught us how to piece them together in such a way that the finished product looked like the pants or top was designed that way. (This was the 70’s, mind you, and Polyester was QUEEN! That wonderful fabric wore like chain mail, and it was easy to sew. I once had a friend who loved that fabric so much she said she was going to name her first two daughters Polly and Esther. I wonder if she every did.)

Before we moved away from the area, I had sewed dozens of t-shirts, shorts, and long pants for my sons; dresses, jumpers, blouses,  and pants for me; and corduroy jeans and TWO suits for my husband!! (Granted one suit was an infamous leisure suit, but the other was a hounds-tooth checked TRADITIONAL man’s suit! Check it out in the photo below.)

I sewed Gary's suit, my blouse and jumper, and the boys' slacks - that you can't see.

Call in HazMat!

Although I sewed for a few years more, I didn’t dedicate myself to it like I had before. You see, I was a slow seamstress. I often had to pick out nearly every seam that I stitched. I also sew like I cook/ Where every meal looks like I am creating Thanksgiving dinner, every sewing project looks like I am working away in a cluttered sweat shop with DOZENS of laborers: scraps of fabric lie here; thread is strung there; and pins are scattered everywhere. It is also stressful! Sewing may relieve stress for people like my sister, but NOT for me!

Nevertheless, as I worked with Taylor on her skirt, I enjoyed a growing sense of satisfaction that I could remember as much as I did about the nuances of sewing well. I also loved the creative spirit that welled up inside me as I watched Taylor sew seam after seam.

Taylor and her new sewing machine

It was so rewarding that I decided to make grand-daughter Mia a jumper for her 5th birthday AND also create a matching jumper for her American Girl doll! BUT it didn’t take long before I remembered all the reasons I disliked sewing: threads breaking every 10 stitches, re-threading the sewing machine needle a dozen times (and my near-sighted eyes are SO MUCH WORSE than they used to be), and picking out mistakes again and again.

Evie checks out Gramma's handiwork on Mia's jumper. (Sorry about picture quality; I snapped this with Gary's phone camera!)

Miss Poser

By the time I finished, however, I was DANG PROUD! The jumpers turned out so cute that I didn’t even mind the hours that I poured into them or that I had to make the doll’s t-shirt twice. (I sewed the sleeves to the bodice on the first attempt and trimmed the seams so I couldn’t salvage it! The malformation would have looked good on an alien!) In the end, the outfits FIT perfectly! YaY! YaY! YaY!

Mia and Julie; I also sewed Julie's t-shirt and leggings!

Another epiphany burst upon me when I re-found this mini-talent: Having reared 4 boys, I had NEVER sewn for little girls OR dolls – except that sweatsuit I made for a Cabbage Patch doll named Mikey that belonged to a certain son who shall remain nameless. But that’s another story!


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… if this doesn’t make smiles – well, nothing will …

If you chance to meet a frown,
Do not let it stay.
Quickly turn it upside down
And smile that frown away.
~ By Daniel Taylor

Evie: Mommy, I want my crib.

Mommy (thinking to herself): Yay, she wants to take a nap.

Mommy (to Evie): Okay, Baby. In you go.

BUT Evie doesn’t lie down and snuggle with her blankie. Oh no. She grabs the rail and starts jumping up and down, Up and Down, UP and DOWN, UP AND DOWN!

Mommy’s solution to Evie’s crib jumping and older daughter’s propensity to bounce off walls: Ask their Gramma and Grampa to buy them an INDOOR TRAMPOLINE so they can bounce to their hearts’ content AND fight over whose turn it is.

Watch and smile, but be warned that Gramma’s voice-over may wipe the smile off your face – but the visual is worth it. (Until I can get the video embedded in this post, click on the link below! 🙂

MY Turn!!


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… more holiday smiles from 2010 …

A laugh is a smile that bursts. ~ Mary Waldrip

Meet Spencer, age 10. Like his dad AND his grandpa, he is a University of Utah football fan. It totally made sense to give him a U of U sweatshirt for Christmas, but ALAS the darn thing didn’t fit. That meant a post-Christmas trip to find one that did. And it couldn’t have worked out better for Mr. Spencer BECAUSE he left the store with …

a COOLER sweatshirt than the original

a UofU baseball cap

AND a very awesome UofU FOOTBALL!

  • Hat: UofU; Sweatshirt: UofU; Football: UofU; Pants: CAMO!

Of course, chicken strips, French fries, and root beer can bring on smiles and laughter, too. ESPECIALLY if you’re with FUNNY Grandpa and CRAZY Grandma!

YUMMINESS-TO-GO!