Saturday, January 30, 2010

THE NEED STILL EXISTS


I intended to change the topic and the photo at the top of the page. However, I cannot as yet. There may not be the television coverage of the earthquake in Haiti that there was in the first week following the disaster, but the pain and suffering and need will be with the Haitian people for a long, long time to come.

For days I watched and cried and prayed for the pitiful victims as well as those who struggled long hours in the heat attempting to rescue or tend their wounds. I cheered with them as beyond all belief, new survivors were rescued days -- and now two weeks after they were trapped. The images will stay with me forever. Who could not cry when the 18 month old toddler was pulled from the wreckage after nearly three days? She lay near her mother and father who were both killed. I raised my arms and sang with the elderly woman as she was pulled out after days of being buried alive. Her joy was so contagious. Onlookers cheered, sang, and praised God.

I applauded the determination of the young American husband who was in the States at the time of the earthquake, who received a call from his wife who was trapped and still was able to use her cell phone to tell him how to find her. He was in Haiti six hours later, digging almost singlehandedly through the rubble to save her! It was a wonder to me, considering the chaos wreaked on travel in and out of Haiti.

It was difficult to watch as bodies piled up in the streets and people became more desperate for food, water, and medical attention ~ often lying in the open with life-threatening injuries for days without treatment. I sent my love and prayers to those courageous doctors and medical personnel who managed on so little in the way of medical supplies. We all heard of the doctor who used Vodka on wounds when they ran out of alcohol.

I felt the frustration of the military as they watched the badly needed relief supplies pile up at the damaged airport... and the planes that circled for hours waiting to bring more supplies.

I found most of my information on the Internet news sites. Typically, our television networks concentrated on the American efforts. However, there must be dozens or more countries involved in these relief efforts. The Israelis were the first to set up a field hospital, complete with operating rooms near the airfield. Partners in Health, with a permanent hospital nearby Port Au Prince shared all of their medical supplies with the damaged or destroyed hospitals within the city itself. Doctors Without Borders were on the scene within days.

I read of so many, many countries providing relief in the way of search and rescue teams, water and food and medical supplies, medical personnel, and even engineers to help get the city utilities up and running again. Several South American countries, including Chile, Columbia, Brazil, Peru, and Uruguay sent help. Mexico and Cuba. And of course the European countries of Great Britain, Germany, France, Italy... the Norwegian countries as well as China and Japan were all represented. Australia, New Zealand, and the United Arab Emirate and Quatar sent help.. Even some of the poorer African nations contributed to the relief effort.

My heart swelled. And I could sleep better at night knowing how connected we are on this planet. The United States always leads the way in humanitarian relief, but we are joined by our brothers around the world. A monthly donation to one of the wonderful relief organizations doing such demanding work in Haiti will be good for them and for our own souls. They represent those of us who would be there if only we could.

It would be easy to remember only the devastation, and despair that there would ever be a semblance of normal life again in this poor country. The riots and looting make better headlines and photo ops at times. The work to put things together again seems monumental. I choose to recall the miracles taking place, and the heroic efforts and sacrifices being made by people from all over the world to help our neighbors, our brothers... Let us not forget that nearly 200,000 souls have lost their lives, and thousands of precious children have been left orphans. Let us not forget. And let us still extend a helping hand.

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Peace and love,
Marilyn

P.S.

I just read this on the web and thought I should post it:
"Baltimore Sun:
Donations for Haiti have poured in to the American Red Cross of Central Maryland from a range of sources. Nothing, though, has stood out like the coins and crumpled dollar bills that spilled from one envelope.
That gift - $14.64 - came from the pockets of homeless people at a downtown Baltimore shelter."

Thursday, January 14, 2010

WE ARE THE WORLD

As we watch the horrific images on our television screens, they are reminiscent of an apocalyptic disaster movie. This cannot be happening to people in our world! It cannot be real. But, yes, it is happening. As the hours go by, and the newscasters relate the devastation, showing graphic pictures of bodies laid out side by side, buildings collapsed, the horrors these neighbors of ours are experiencing are almost too much to bear.

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In 1989, I heard a plea go out on the CBS Evening News with Dan Rather. They were showing graphic images of the Loma Prieta earthquake that had just happened in San Francisco. I was horrified seeing and hearing about the collapsed freeways and the destruction still taking place as Dan Rather spoke. I was crying, pacing the floor, and wringing my hands. My prayers going out to those who were suffering so... Then, I heard him say, "anyone living in the Denton, Texas area wishing to help the earthquake victims, please call FEMA at this number ____." Not knowing anything about FEMA, and wondering how on earth anyone in Texas could possibly help victims in California, my hands shook as I dialed the number. I had images of rolling bandages for the Red Cross. Seriously! I thought I was volunteering.

Thus began my five-year stint as a disaster assistance employee. I met one other person in my time there who described his reaction to the call for help in the same way as I did. We both thought we were volunteering -- and indeed, we still would have signed on without pay.

As bad as the earthquake in California was, I don't recall the damages being as severe as what I have seen
in Haiti on television the past two days. I did not have access to 24-hour television news back then, and of course, I was on the telephone taking down information from disaster victims in less than 12 hours from the time I called. My experiences with that first disaster were filled with tragedy, fear, empathy, and so many stories of "miracles" and heroism.

I was so proud today watching the Americans preparing to launch with supplies
and search and rescue teams to help the Haitian people. I know the news now will be filled with the heroic efforts of people from all over the world, as they alleviate the immediate needs for food, water, and medical care of these poor neighbors of ours. These same countries were there for the United States after 9/11. As the song says, "we are the world... we are the children." May those precious children -- many of them orphaned now, go to bed tonight with food in their bellies, medical treatment... and clean diapers, if needed.


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I was ashamed to hear what a prominent "Christian" television broadcaster said about the Haitians "bringing this disaster upon themselves"! He does not speak for me! Nor millions of the other Christians or believers in this country!
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As we watch or read the news about the rescue efforts in Haiti, as we cry and wring our hands and pray, let us look for the good things that are happening down there and make a point to remember them, and to not dwell on all the pain and suffering. Let our hearts be filled with gratitude and praise for the efforts of those who are working to help the victims. And if you haven't already, donate any amount of money - no matter how small, to the agencies. My favorites are:

Doctors Without Borders USA

P.O. Box 5030
Hagerstown, MD 21741-5030

American Red Cross International Response Fund
P.O. Box 37243
Washington, DC 20013

And of course, the Salvation Army, although I don't have their address at hand. All of these organizations are
already on site in Haiti, and were there before the earthquake. If you wish to donate with a credit card, you can go online and find each website, with instructions for doing so. I've also read that you can donate via your cell phone. Please indicate that you wish your donation to go to the Haiti relief fund.

The needs of these victims are growing hour by hour, and funds will be needed for a long time to come. This is such a poor country to begin with, they need our help more than ever. We truly must be "our brothers' keeper". Next time it
again could be our country .

Let's help make some good stuff happen!

Love and peace,
Marilyn

Sunday, January 3, 2010

A Brand New Year.... No! A Brand New Decade!

Wow! Where did the last ten years go? I have spent several days now watching the "reviews" of the past decade on television. Complete with photographs of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Some I would rather not be reminded of, but as the saying goes, if we choose to ignore the past, "we are destined to repeat it". I certainly hope I learned more than a few lessons, as there is a lot that happened that I don't ever wish to repeat! I hope our country has, too.

So many things triggered memories both happy and sad. When seeing photographs and videos of monumental events over the past ten years, I found myself wandering into the territory of "where was I when this was happening?" And of course, the memories flooded in. Although the decade of the "aughts" was filled with losses for me in the way of relationships, jobs, homes, and friends and loved ones who departed this earth, it was also a time of new beginnings and joyful happenings as well.

The births of my younger three grandchildren took place during the 2000s. I cannot imagine this family without the blessings their births have added to our lives.

First came Hannah Elizabeth, now age 9. This little dark-haired beauty was very precocious at an early age. She was definitely a product of the new millennium, and her outgoing nature was evident from Day 1. I have the cutest videos of her at age 18 months singing along (in Spanish) with the cartoon Dora on television. "Olla" she sang, hands waving in the air to accompany herself.

When, at age three, she wanted to do a "cheer" for me, my old cheerleader heart jumped with her! "Two, four, six, eight!" she shouted. "How'd you get so ugly??" (Big jump now, hands spread wide.) "Yo mama!" I nearly fell over laughing. I suspected big sister Miranda had a hand in teaching this to Hannah!

Hannah is finding her way academically, and giving her siblings and cousins a run for their money with straight As in the TAG school she attends. I'm now looking forward to the day she delves deep into her creativity and develops what Dad tells me is a very pretty singing voice.



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The next grandchild to be born was Matthew Travis, who joined us in July, 2002. What a big-eyed, beautiful baby boy he was... and what a little imp! He knew how to get Grandmommy to read one book after another to him as he snuggled up with Pup-pup. Now he can read books to Grandmommy (and is also making straight As in second grade this year), and plays sports with all the enthusiasm of someone much older -- and bigger than he!

He is still my little imp, and resists having me take his photo by hiding or making faces. He's such a cutie pie, too, that I keep on trying. Sometimes I'm successful, but not often.
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Most likely to be my very last grandchild, Kelly Marshall graced us with her presence in November 2005. Her arrival thrilled big brother Travis (at left), and he informed everyone that his brand new baby sister needed a present. When asked what kind of present, his reply was "a pink Power Ranger".

Miss Kelly or "Kelbell" as big brother Travis calls her (from months of speaking about "Kelly in Mommy's belly") is devoted to her big brother. She is a four-year-old charmer with golden curls and big blue eyes that has and will be featured over and over on Grandmommy's blog. The curls were yet to come in the picture at right, but the big blue eyes are brightly shining!

If nothing else good happened in my life the past decade, these three new additions to my family would be enough to make me happy. But that is not the case.

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During this time period, I took two wonderful vacations that left me with fun memories for a lifetime. There were lots of short trips and visits through the years to places like California and Arizona (even a brief residency there), but the cruises I went on, especially the one with daughter Carajean and her family, were the most memorable. I have written about that one at length in a former blog... How we had private plane trouble in Alabama and were in danger of missing the cruise ship in Miami when son-in-law Branch saved the day by chartering a private jet! Now that was an experience I'll never forget! Nor will my four grandchildren who were with us on that trip.

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I moved out of and sold my home of seventeen years -- affectionately called "The Barn" -- in 2001, and wandered around for several years, never feeling at home anywhere else. Then this past year, out of the blue, my dear friends here in Burnet bought a small home for me to rent and live near them and near my younger son Matthew in Austin. I'm settled in now, and hope this will be "home" for many years to come. How does one ever express gratitude for such a gift?

This is my late sister Jean visiting at the Barn. You know you are living in a primitive state when your sister walks in, claps her hands and says, "Oh! you got a sink! How wonderful!" She had helped me wash dishes in the bathtub the first few months I lived in the Barn!

I liked to think of this property as my "Walden Pond"... my cabin in the woods. I lived there alone for 13 of the 17 years. I might have been there still if it hadn't been falling down around my ears! It was not meant to be a residence.. just a temporary abode that would be an office and workshop for my husband's business when we finished the "big house" at the front of the property. Unfortunately, the big house was never finished. When someone asked me why, all I could say was "we ran out of money and we ran out of love". Needless to say, it was more complicated than that, but I was so thankful to have this little two room structure to live in while I healed and discovered facets of myself I never knew existed. I had many adventures while living in the barn... from snakes in the bathroom to squirrels in the walls... Parties and gatherings and creative ventures. I made many new friends and found a way of life and a philosophy that has brought me peace of mind.
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My older two grandchildren both graduated from high school and each is on a scholarship at college -- one at SMU (Audrey), and Cameron at LSU in Louisiana. They both have been and will continue to be featured on Grandmama's blog. Cameron is my opera singer (future star!), and Audrey is my passionate environmentalist. I expect great things from both of them!

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My dad turned 91 this past November, and is still enjoying his life in Mineral Wells. He has many friends as he has lived in that town for over 40 years. He knows his way around well, and still drives to visit them and go to his VFW and American Legion functions. His best friend is a small Pomeranian named Mickey.

Sadly, my mother decided it was time to leave in February of 2008, and my sister Jean left us this past August. They have left huge holes in the fabric of our families. However, when I get too despondent about their departure, I am reminded of one of my favorite little books, "Illusions" by Richard Bach. One of the quotes I used to keep on my refrigerator. Being told that we each have a mission on this earth, the student asked his teacher "How do you know when your mission is complete?" His response was "If you're alive, it isn't." I have to believe that both my mother and my sister had completed their missions. They left behind a beautiful legacy of love.

My "mission", as well as yours, is certainly not complete (or you wouldn't be reading this!). I discovered that about myself in November of 2007, when I suffered a heart attack and took a ride on a Careflight helicopter. As we were in the air, I was looking down on the city lights of San Angelo and thinking to myself that I was so at peace, and that I knew I would survive. I still had a mission.

What to do now? As my restless spirit has finally settled down, I am going to tackle a few projects that have been popping up again and again in my consciousness. One is to put together a history of sorts, complete with photographs of as many of my ancestors as I can locate. I would like it to include the members of my immediate family and their stories and photos as well.

I think my muse was at work in 2007, when I tackled and produced an autobiographical handbook for my 50th high school reunion. I learned a lot from that experience. Enough to give me the incentive to proceed with such a monumental (to me, anyway) project. I hope I start and complete it before the next decade ends!

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Looking back, it really was a decade of change for me. Lots of growth. And lots of love. Given and received. Besides the usual New Year's resolutions (meditate more regularly, start back on Yoga, etc.), I want to diligently practice the following. They are from the book, The Four Agreements, by Don Miguel Ruiz, and are based on ancient Toltec wisdom. I like to think I live my life this way most of the time, but I know there is room for much improvement! I won't disclose what areas I need to improve.

THE FOUR AGREEMENTS

1) Be Impeccable With Your Word -- Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

2) Don't Take Anything Personally -- Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.

3) Don't Make Assumptions -- Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

4) Always Do Your Best -- Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.

Maybe I can then change the URL of this blog to read "no regrets". Hope so.

Until next time, I'm wishing you all a year, and a decade, filled with every kind of "good stuff". We know it happens!

Love and peace,
Marilyn

Monday, December 21, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS

McNeil High School Choir
from Round Rock, Texas
What a treat the residents and their families had recently at the assisted living center my friend Jane's mother lives in here in Burnet. A wonderful buffet dinner was served to 150 of us, and we were pleasantly surprised by such a professional presentation of Christmas carols given by these talented high school students. I was taken by surprise, but quickly put my camera on video and got a couple of short versions of their performance that you can go to YouTube and view if you wish:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UlT_d9YqQ8


My grandson Cameron, who is an opera student at LSU, came through Burnet the following Tuesday on his way home to Dallas for Christmas. He had picked up his girlfriend Sarah from school in San Marcos, and delighted this grandmother by stopping by for dinner and a visit. He had seen the videos on YouTube, and informed me that two of his biggest baritone rivals for singing roles at college were formerly from the McNeil High School Choir! He said they must have a very good choir program there.

Back to the Christmas party. Santa traded in his sleigh for a wheelchair to get around in when he dropped by for a visit. The seniors enjoyed his visit as much as their grandchildren and great-grandchildren did! My friend Jane and her husband Joe, her sister Sharon, and niece Gail helped to make a happy celebration for Jane's mother Evelyn, who turned 96 earlier this month.


She and Jane were really enjoying the cupcakes, and the memory lingered on for Jane! Her tongue and teeth were green the rest of the day! This was an especially happy occasion, as Evelyn had been ill the week before, and thanks to Jane's wonderful nursing care at her home, the doctor gave a thumbs up on her health. Jane even learned to give injections so she could give them to her mother twice a day. We all should be blessed with such loving care by one of our children in our "old age".
I cannot leave the image of Jane with a green tongue without letting everyone see what a normal looking, very pretty woman she is! She and her hubby Joe have blessed my life so much this year -- and I am grateful. At right is her mother and sister Sharon.
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If you have noticed the new slideshow at the left of the blog, you can see photos of the glorious event we attended the following night. Main Street Bethlehem is "a Christmas gift from the members and friends of First Baptist Church of Burnet. Begun in 1993, it is an annual event" the first two weekends in December. There is no charge because of the generosity of visitors and others of the community who donate time and money.

The line of people waiting to go through this recreation of a street in Bethlehem at the time of the birth of Jesus stretched for blocks, and it was crowded inside as well. It was the last night of the production, and the weather was great. It was well worth the wait.

This was like stepping back in time. The actors were not only in period costumes, but they stayed "in character" if one tried to talk to them. We mingled with Roman soldiers, shepherds, merchants, shopkeepers and the like, witnessing people being brought before the tax collector, and some even being thrown into "jail"! The innkeeper informed us quickly that there were "no rooms in the inn", but pointed out the strange bright star in the sky and the area on which it shone. We followed the "star", and a hush came over the crowd as we approached a "cave" with the manger scene of Mary, Joseph, and the babe, Jesus. I cannot explain what an experience it was... If you are ever in the hill country at this time of year, you must make an effort to walk the Main Street of Bethlehem.
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This happy, friendly face is another one of my dear, long-term friends who lives in Denton. Her name is Pam Livingston, known by her grandchildren as "GoMo" (God Only Made One). She truly is one of a kind, and an inspiration to so many. I met Pam in the early nineties when she began going to the Unity Church of Denton. Newly divorced, Pam was determined to improve her life. She was on an exercise regimen the military would be proud of! A mother of three beautiful daughters, one still at home at that time, she returned to college and worked nights as a manager of a large hotel. During this time, Pam took up drumming. She not only became a regular around Denton at various drumming circles, but she eventually played the conga drums in a band called "Baloney Moon" (I never did find out where the name came from!) at venues in the Denton and Dallas areas. She also began to play drums at church in the late nineties.

Pam got her degree and went to work for the Denton Small Business Center, where she has remained for over ten years, helping women and men start businesses of their own. Pam is such a positive, supportive personality, she must really be admired by those she assists.

Not satisfied with her many accomplishments, Pam has now branched out into writing children's books! She has started a series of books about a wonderful little character named "Frendoval". Like his creator, Frendoval is truly a friend of all, and the first book published is about his travels around the world and how he discovers all the ways we as humans are "all alike". This is such a beautiful little upbeat book for children of all ages, but especially the little ones. Pam says another one is ready to be published, and I think she told me she has three more in the works.


She tells me a Frendoval website is also in the works.

Circumstances in my life led me and my little dog Fancy to share Pam's home with her and her daughter Chrissy for about six months in 2000-2001. We had such a good time. Every evening we would take turns choosing a CD to do our exercises to. We danced all over her living room and dining room... each making up our steps as we did. I wish I was in that good a shape now! While I was there, we had a wonderful New Year's Eve party for our Unity friends. Memories I will carry with me always. Thank you again, my dear friend, Pam. (GoMo!)

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I am looking forward to sharing an early Christmas celebration this Wednesday with my son Matthew, his wife Amy, and Travis and Kelly. We are sending up prayers for little Kelly, as she began coughing and running fever yesterday. We are surrounding her with light, and know that she will be well in time to perform in her church Christmas pageant on Christmas Eve.

I haven't heard from daughter Carajean and family since they left for their adventure in Mexico. I hope they have someplace (besides the top of a volcano) to spend some quiet time on Christmas Day. And Ashlyn -- Happy Birthday!

Son Craig is in his element with his son Cameron home for the holidays. To have him and Hannah both home for Christmas is one of the best gifts possible.

Dear loved ones.... family and friends, may your Christmas be blessed with more love, peace, and good food than ever! And may your New Year be filled with abundance in all things. I'm signing off for now. I have some gingerbread men to make!




Peace and love to y'all,
Marilyn

Sunday, December 13, 2009

'TIS THE SEASON

By now you all probably have done a little decorating for Christmas and the holidays, and maybe even shopped for those special someones. I thought I did well doing some of my shopping as well as decorating the weekend after Thanksgiving. Then, the weather decided to throw a kink in my plans for getting things done early this year.

I looked forward to moving to the Hill Country, as I thought the climate was so much more temperate than the DFW area or Ballinger. Two days after I moved here, we had a horrendous storm that did a lot of damage to the area. My friends lost many trees on their property... some old oaks that had been there 200 years were severely damaged. I even had a lot of tree limbs scattered in my yard.

That was the last rainfall we had for most of the summer. The drought in this part of Texas, and the lower lake levels were record-breaking, as were the 60+ days of 100+ degree temperatures. Now, we have had more record-breaking temperatures! This time for colder temperatures, earlier than usual. I'm asking myself, "What happened to fall this year?" Houston even had snow last week. That had only happened 34 times in the recorded history of their weather.
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My daughter Carajean, her husband Branch, and their three children are going to join with one of his sisters, her husband, and their four children on a wilderness adventure in Oaxaca, Mexico for 10 days before Christmas. The way I understand it, they will be hiking to the top of a volcano in the area, bicycling down the mountain, and finishing their adventure by kayaking. I don't know the exact timing on all of this, but I was so scared as CJ was telling me about this, all I could do was ask how wide the road was and how high the mountain was from which they would descend!

The adventure tour company is the same one who booked their trip to a rainforest in Costa Rica a few years back. They "flew" on cables through the tops of the trees, and also did some white-water rafting on that trip. This is my adventuresome daughter that ended upside down in a ditch when their SUV skidded on ice while returning from a skiing trip in Colorado winter before last! They narrowly missed a dropoff that would have been even more disastrous. (Audrey, Tanner & Ashlyn at right.)

Carajean has always been one to seek out extraordinary thrills! She did not get that attribute from her mother. She frequently suffered the consequences of her forays such as the time she fell out of a tree and broke her arm. She petted a squirrel on the side of our house when she was 6-years old, and got a nasty bite for her curiosity! When she left home and was on her own, one of her girl friends and she took lessons to learn how to sky dive. I was a nervous wreck when it came time for her first (and only) jump. Thank goodness, she came through her jump with "flying" colors, but her friend broke her leg. I know why I get so nervous when she tells me of the next event they are going to experience.

At left is Tanner, straight A student and future tennis pro, as he played a cello solo of La Cinquintain this fall. His mom informed me that he also sings in the honors choir. His choir teacher recently had him do a cello solo, and even sing a solo at a performance they held at a nursing home. This is the young man who was painfully shy and retiring when he was younger. He now loves to perform. His mom did the right thing "making" him practice all those times, even though he protested furiously!

The photo at right is of Tanner and his cousin Race as they dressed for the Cotillion Sock Hop recently. Instead of being "cool" and dressing like The Fonz, they went as "nerds", and each won a gift card for their efforts.

Craig's daughter Hannah made straight As on her report cards this semester at the TAG (Talented and Gifted) school she attends in Dallas. She was not too keen on leaving her old school, and says that this one is "hard". Can't be too hard for this bright little girl or she wouldn't be making all As! She really enjoyed spending time with big brother Cameron when he was home for Thanksgiving.

Speaking of Cameron, he leaves tomorrow to go home for the Christmas holidays. He wrote me the following:

"I got the part of Paris in Gounod's Romeo et' Juliette (he's the jerk that they want Juliet to marry). (A spring production at LSU) ..it's the French operatic version of the play and the music is beautiful. While it's not a huge part, I still have a bit of solo singing I'll get to do and I'm flattered to even get a part considering it's mainly grad students who will be alongside me." (Cameron is a sophomore this year.)

I asked about his grades this semester:

"As far as grades go, it's been a rough semester overall but I had a really strong finish. Because music stuff was over, I actually had time to study for my finals and managed to get As on all of them so I should be finishing with a 3.8 for this semester (I think it's good enough to get me on the Dean's list again)."

Needless to say, this has Cameron's parents and grandparents popping their buttons, we're so proud! His cousin Audrey, who is attending SMU hasn't checked in with me yet and given me a report on her grades.
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Ashlyn (at right) made 7th chair violin in the Regional Orchestra this year. (Yay, Ash!) She loves athletics, and plays both volleyball and basketball, as well as making straight As! It's hard to believe this young lady will be 14 years old in a few days! The beautiful gown she's wearing was for her role as a bridesmaid at a recent wedding. She may not be a tomboy much longer from the looks of this photo!
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Yesterday, I attended a fun Christmas dinner and party at the assisted living center in which my friend Jane's mother lives. Delicious food (and desserts) and great music by McNeil High School Choir from Round Rock, Texas. These teenagers were dressed in custom made period costumes, complete with hoop skirts, top hats and tails, and really knew how to entertain a crowd. I will post photos from this party in my next blog.

Tonight, Jane and Joe and I went to see "Main Street Bethlehem" on the grounds of the First Baptist Church. I will upload the pictures I took at that event and post them closer to Christmas. This was an amazing recreation of the town of Bethlehem at the time of Jesus's birth.
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Recently my grandson, Travis, made an excursion of a lifetime (to me) with his Cub Scout troop to spend the night on the U.S.S. Lexington, docked at Corpus Christi. His dad, Matthew, went along. He said there were 500 Cub Scouts on board that night. A large portion of the ship is now a museum, but most of it is kept as it was when still in use. It originally had 5,000 sailors on board! Matthew said they pretty much had the run of the ship, and he and Travis were down in one of the engine rooms late at night, after most of the scouts had gone to sleep -- in the original bunks with the same 40-year-old mattresses! It's a good thing they all brought sleeping bags to place on top of the mattresses. Matt said there was only about 18 inches between bunks, and the bunks were stacked three deep! I'm too claustrophobic to have enjoyed even a couple of hours in one of those. I can't imagine being at sea for sometimes 6 months at a time, and having to endure those conditions!

The last time Travis was here for a visit, he read a book to me. The book said "Level 3", and he informed me he could read a "Level 20".. Hmmm. He never missed a word, though. I was very impressed with his skill, and I told him so.

While Travis and his dad were in Corpus, his mommy and little sister Kelly were having a good time at a Christmas party in Houston with grandparents.

Here's Miss Kelly in her pretty new Christmas dress!

More updates in my next blog post. I've fallen behind due to some minor physical problems with my hands. In the meantime, a lot of things happened in my family. Let me hear what's been happening in yours!

Get ready for Christmas.... Santa Claus is coming to town!

Peace and love to all,

Marilyn

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A TIME TO GIVE THANKS

Recently, on one of the morning shows, I watched an interview of the author/newspaper columnist Mitch Albom. You may remember his books Tuesdays with Morrie and the five people you meet in heaven. (Both wonderful books. I bought Tuesdays With Morrie for all my sons to read. I highly recommend both.) Albom has written a new book about the time he has spent with the aging rabbi of his youth. Although he professes to not being a religious man anymore, Albom captures the wisdom of this old man to share with us. The title of this new book is Have a Little Faith.

I haven't read the book yet, but I was intrigued by the interview. I found the little pearl of wisdom the rabbi left as he was on his deathbed to be so simple, yet so profound. It is nothing we haven't heard before, but I think that at this time of year -- and in these difficult economic times -- it is a gentle reminder we can all be blessed to hear again.

When asked about the secret of being happy in this life, the old rabbi told Mitch, "Be satisfied."

Those two words stand out in my memory. It is something that we are constantly being told to ignore by the commercial world around us. From early childhood, the media is programming us to want more or bigger or better. In fact, as we get older, we are often made to feel guilty if we don't want more or bigger or better. We are sometimes made to feel lazy or inadequate or somehow lacking if we are not constantly striving to improve ourselves or our lives. "Lack of ambition" is often akin to a moral handicap!

I'm sure I sound like this is a sore point with me, and I do speak from personal experience. I was made to feel inadequate during all my growing up years. From my looks, to my grades in school, to my achievements.. I never seemed to measure up to my parents' expectations. And as I suffered one failure after another, I began to believe the worst about myself.

At one point in time, I began learning to be my own cheerleader, acknowledging the small things I accomplished or acquired. Maybe not much in the eyes of the world, but the little baby steps I took were satisfying to me! This doesn't mean I quit trying to improve my lot in life, just that I took so much more pride -- and pleasure in where I was in life at the moment, and what I already had acquired, no matter how menial the job or simple my surroundings.

A good friend of mine from Unity shared a little phrase she used when she was tempted to buy something beyond her means, "Just because a thing is beautiful, doesn't mean I have to own it!"

So many beautiful things in this world cannot be owned, but are there for our enrichment and joy. I do not have to list all the wonders of nature that surround us. And those of us who have children and grandchildren know the experience of great love and gratitude when we look into the faces of our loved ones, and know we brought them into this world and feel blessed by their presence. Good friends also give more meaning to our lives. Our treasures are in the heart.

This Thanksgiving, we might feel gratitude for having employment or good health. For having family or friends in our lives to share a meal with. More than anything, to have a home in which to celebrate and feel safe. We can see pictures daily of the war-torn countries.. of children who are displaced and perhaps starving. As imperfect as it seems at times, we still live in the greatest country in the world.

And "I'm satisfied"... Happy Thanksgiving!

Peace and love,Marilyn

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

ETC., ETC.

The following was sent to me by my former classmate, Dottie (Bishop) Rogers. Dottie lost two sisters this past winter, both passing away on the same day. As if that were not shock enough, less than six months later I got an email that Dottie's dear sweet husband Grady had died from complications of shingles. He had been battling more than one ailment, including skin cancers, for a long time and his system just couldn't take anymore. Dottie's strong faith has seen her through many tragic losses through the years, and she remains a happy, fun-loving woman. I want to share what she recently wrote to me -- proof that for some people, 70 is the new 60 -- or even 50! She wanted me to assure our mutual friends that she is doing well, and planning to move back to Arizona to be near her children and grandchildren. The townhouse she is considering is on a golf course! One of Dottie's favorite activities used to be golf. Now she can take that up again... and I'm certain she will! You can pretend the eye patch is part of your Halloween costume this year, Dottie! Ahoy there, mate! (But here's wishing you a speedy recovery.)

"I just returned from a lengthy trip to New Jersey to be with my only remaining sister (the oldest of our clan of 5 girls) on her 86th birthday. My trip .. was a hoot! From my quiet little village of Midland, Texas I was thrust into a large Italian family, fed pasta for at least ten more pounds on my already plump body, was in two large traffic jams in Manhattan, gambled in Atlantic City and Mohegan Sun in Connecticut, danced the night away in a sports bar where my nephew's band was playing, and was attacked by a lovable pit bull in the middle of the night when my door was left ajar. Scared me to death! But...he was only interested in licking lotion from my arms and giving me a kiss goodnight. They all scream, yell, drink, and eat but are a wonderful full family that cares deeply for my sis and her husband (age 90) who are the monarchs. I returned home on Monday with a full blown case of Bell's Palsy. The left side of my face is paralyzed and I must wear an eye patch because I cannot blink that eye. Just call me Captain Hook!!! I'll survive, but I won't allow any pictures...

I reread your blog and it was wonderful, as usual. I had to laugh because just over my desk is a picture of John Nance Garner and my husband's grandfather at a Democratic rally in Greenville, Texas, when he was stumping for President Roosevelt. It is great, with the sacks of grain and homemade sign saying "DEMOCRATIC HEADQUARTERS". Grady's grandfather was the representative from Hunt County during the 30s. Small world, huh?"
...Dottie
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I wish to thank everyone who responded to a couple of the recent blog posts. The short story drew lots of good, constructive comments that I forwarded to my friend, the author. She said they really helped her a lot. I'm hoping she will submit that story or write something new to be published soon. I will inform you when that happens.

Most of the Scooby Doo responders were pretty adamant that I was not going to be able to do much about the Great Danes other than turn my neighbors in to Animal Control, or as Vince suggested, I could do as a character in one of his favorite books did to a dog who was killing his livestock. I could shoot it and bury the body in my back yard! (The book was Hardscrabble Times, I think. I tried to check it out at our library - just to see how the rancher handled it, but they didn't have a copy.) Needless to say, this advice is my least favorite, but there is a funny coincidence here... the neighbor's husband's name is Vince as well.

Someone else suggested I "make friends" with the dogs by giving them dog biscuits. Not only would that encourage them to come "visiting" more often, but I don't think their digestive systems need more to dispose of! I did find that if I can get to the water hose in time, when I see Jade in my yard, just the sight of the hose makes her run home! She hates water! The sweet little wife, who does most of the cleaning up after the dogs, told me they were going to fence the yard. We'll see. In the meantime, Piper (above) spent a miserable weekend with rain making a giant mud puddle of her pen and the tin roof leaked water into her little shelter. I was on the verge of calling someone, when the neighbors came home and let her out to dry off on a covered porch.
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As for the killing of animals and the mounting of trophies, I got a lot of sympathetic replies, but no answers that were really suitable for publishing or telling my grandson. A couple of them might explain it to him somewhat, but I feel he will have to be much older than his 11 years to understand that some folks take great pride in showing off what they have killed. For this type of hunter it's like saying, "Look at this great big scary bear (or mountain lion, etc.) I killed. Doesn't this make me big and powerful in your eyes?" (Thanks to Jack for that observation.) And one that surprised me was from another former classmate, Jimmy, who wrote about one of the football players in high school catching a bobcat, getting pretty torn up in the process, and swearing he was going to tame it. According to Jimmy, this guy did it "to impress the girls!"

That reminds me of the one and only "coon hunt" I was taken on while in high school. This was a group of FFA boys and their dates. The "hunt" was led by their AG teacher. I was as excited as everyone when the dogs started baying and racing through the mesquite woods, indicating they had a raccoon on the run. We seemed to run after them forever, finally ending up with the dogs having treed the raccoon. As I caught up with the chaotic, noisy bunch of dogs and boys, I saw the raccoon in the tree. It was terrified, and I immediately felt sorry for it. I asked what they were going to do next. When I was told that the dogs would be allowed to kill it, I wanted to go home -- NOW! I started crying and I did not stay to view the "kill". It all seemed so unfair and cruel to me. As I got older and read about fox hunts, I felt I had participated in something cruder, but similar... and it was definitely not for me! I did not consider it a "sport" at all. I don't think I ever went out on a date with that boy again. For that matter, he probably never asked me!

As I remember stories such as this from my youth, I wonder if I passed on something in the gene pool to my children and grandchildren who are not into killing animals. But then again, I think the consciousness of the planet is being raised bit by bit. A kindler, gentler human race? I hope so. I see some indications of this, don't you?

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Peace and love,
Marilyn