Friday, May 31, 2013

Five Minute Friday - Imagine

Every week Lisa-Jo picks a post that is quite profound....at least it is for me.  There are some limited rules and if you need a springboard to writing this is a great place to start.  The most important rule of Five Minute Friday is leaving an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. So, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back
here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

OK, are you ready? Please give your best five minutes on:::

Imagine…

:GO:

When I saw the prompt for today all I could think about was John Lennon's song, "Imagine."  It continued to play in my head as I began to gather the lyrics for my post today.  I love the song and it is one of the few Beatles songs I can actually play on the piano.  I like to sit at the piano in the cool and quiet and imagine that I am a famous pianist.  I am not....I cannot read music....and really only play by ear.  But it is fun to imagine. I have always been able to imagine.  When I was a child I created stories in my head....about my life....about my future.....I never had imaginary friends....but boy did I have an active imagination.

Imagine there's no heaven(this is my least favorite line.  I believe in heaven.  I like to imagine what it will be like when I joined my loved ones there some day.)It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one.


I am a child of the 60's/70's.  I grew up with strange thoughts and beliefs taking place....yet I was grounded in the church.  My parents saw to that.  I am thankful that they gave me this firm foundation....and sometimes....if I close my eyes really tight...and find my happy place....I imagine.  I imagine what it will be like to live in a world that is at peace, and see my loved ones again. 

STOP:

A Date With My Girl

“We’re going to a fabulous place for lunch. It has salads, sandwiches, bagels, soups…and most importantly, desserts. Panera Bread. Yum.” I practically drooled all over myself as I drove.

“Are there princesses?” Natalie asked from the backseat.

Did she not hear me? Salads. Sandwiches. Bagels. Soups. DESSERTS! “Um, no. But there is this delicious flower sugar cookie.”

Natalie didn’t seem impressed. Oh well. She would be when we got there.

I was taking her on a date. A Mommy/Daughter date. I think it’s important to take kids out one on one. I’ve done this with my son several times. I have not written about it because my son behaves like a normal human being. And also, he’s pretty quiet.

Natalie? Is not quiet.

We pulled up at Panera Bread and Natalie went, “What is this again?”

I led her inside and explained her choices. Natalie does not make choices quickly. She mulls them over slowly, as though it were an extremely important decision. She tapped her chin and tossed her head from side to side like a valley girl.

“Hmm…I like peanut butter and jelly. I like ham. But. I like macaroni and cheese.”

I stared at the display of the flower sugar cookies. Yum. I wanted one. I missed the days where I’d pop into Panera Bread while Natalie was in school. I didn’t have to wait. I could march up to the counter and go, “One cookie, please.”

“Do I want a sandwich? Or macaroni and cheese?” Natalie held her hands out, palms upward.

It took her ten minutes to figure out that she wanted macaroni and cheese. By then I was salivating all over the place. We ordered our food and got our drinks (I did not give her a choice. Instead I went, “Look, there’s sweet tea. You love sweet tea. Drink the sweet tea.”) Our food arrived and we began to eat.

I got the fuji apple salad and the summer corn chowder soup. Delish! And, yes, my flower cookie.

Natalie dug into her food. Sort of. She’s also the slowest eater ever. I thought my 92 year old grandma ate slowly. Natalie would take a bite, chew thoughtfully, and then take a sip of tea.




By the time I was done, she had barely made a dent in her food. She also eats like a bird. She’ll peck, peck, peck, take a break, and then return to the food.

I couldn’t wait any longer to have my cookie. I took a bite. Holy crap YUM! When Natalie saw how much fun I was having with my baked good, she had to have hers too. I assumed she’d turn into Cookie Monster the second she took a nibble—I mean, it takes all my restraint not to turn into Cookie Monster because the cookie is seriously amazing—but no, she chewed and set her cookie down.



I engaged her in conversation as we ate.

“So, what’s new with life?”

“I’m going to Disney and meeting princesses in June!”

“How was it being in Kindergarten?”

“Fun! I’m going to miss the magic carpet.”

“Why do you like upsetting me?”

“Your face gets all red and then I can see your nose hairs!”

Yeah.

Natalie pecked at her food for awhile longer and then announced she was done. She barely ate a thing and MOST OF HER FLOWER COOKIE REMAINED! It took all my might not to reach over and swipe it.

I packaged her food up because as I said, she’d eat it later. Eventually.

We headed to Pet Smart next, because Natalie loves looking at all the living things they sell. We stared at fish and cats and hamsters.

This is where the tears started.

Natalie fell in love with a gray hamster. I say love because she actually said, “I love him so much!” Well, she loves everything so much. Me, Daddy, her car seat, her toys…she throws the word around easily (and dramatically.)



“I’ll take care of him!” she vowed.

“It’s another living thing I have to keep alive,” I answered. “Max the Cat would EAT him.”

“He wouldn’t! I’d keep Ray safe!”

“Ray?”

“His name is Ray because he’s a ray of sunshine in my life!”

I rubbed my temples. I was not in the mood for this. Some parents might have given in. I mean, yes, Ray was cute. But I pictured The Bad Things That Could Happen. And they were the following:


--Ray would become a snack for Max

--Natalie would try and sleep with Ray because he was “so cute” and she’d either crush him to death or Ray would escape. We’d find his carcass months later. This would make Natalie cry hysterically. “RAY! RAY, I LOVED YOU!” I could picture her shouting.

--Natalie would take Ray out of his cage constantly. She doesn’t always know her strength, much like Lennie from Of Mice and Men. She’d squeeze the life out of him on accident.

--Ray would get loose and not die. I’d hear him running around at night and this would freak me out. I’d think, “Ew, what if he climbed into my bed?”


So yeah. No hamster. Natalie was crushed.

She eventually got over it and when we got home, she offered me a piece of her flower cookie.

“I know you like it,” she said and gave me a hug. (Probably her polite way of saying, “I witnessed you eating your cookie like a pig.”)

In the end, I had a lovely date with my girl.

(And no, I have not changed my mind about the hamster. No more living things in this house!)

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Things That Annoy Me Thursday: No Kindergarten Graduation

Tiny kids in caps and gowns are adorable.

I’ve seen lots of pictures on blogs and Facebook of kids in tiny caps and gowns for Kindergarten graduation. First I go, “Aw.” Then I’m like, “No fair! Why didn’t my kids get a Kindergarten graduation?”

When my son finished Kindergarten there was nothing.

When my daughter finished Kindergarten there was nothing.

I wished we had a ceremony. Yes, it might seem silly—they only finished Kindergarten. But guys? Tiny caps and GOWNS.

Oh well.

I guess I’ll admire other people’s pictures.

Does your school do a Kindergarten graduation?

About the Calico early American Women could import from England

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Unfortunately it is impossible to know exactly what textiles were imported to early America in the period immediately after the Revolution, when trade with England resumed.  Irish artist William Kilburn (1745-1818), was an illustrator for William Curtis' Flora Londinensis, as well as a leading designer & printer of extraordinary calico. A few hundred originals of his water color designs for calico, make up the Kilburn Album, housed at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.  Kilburn was not just an amazing talent, he was willing to go to court to try to protect his designs, & he was generous in recognizing his employees.

Woman's Printed Muslin Dress, 1836-1838, fabric 1790-1818, British. This delicate design, the ground densely covered with leaves, is in the style of William Kilburn (1745-1818), designer and calico printer in the late 18th century. The fabric must have been cherished, as this dress has been re-made, as many were during the period to avoid waste.


Kilburn was the son of a Dublin architect Samuel Kilburn and his wife Sarah Johnston. Because of his penchant for drawing & his delicate health, his parents apprenticed him to Jonathan Sisson, an Englishman, who had established a calico printing factory in the countryside at Leixlip, just 8 miles from Dublin.

The seaweed-patterned fabric used for this dress was expensive at the time of its purchase, a guinea per yard. Kilburn gave a similar length for a gown to Queen Charlotte, wife of England’s George III.  The printed design was found in an album of Kilburn watercolor drawings in the Victoria and Albert Museum, London. The dress’s style indicates, that it was probably made when the textile was brand new & at its most fashionable, about 1790.


While he was an apprentice, he would rise at 4 am to draw patterns for paper stainers, which, with his master's leave, he sold to earn extra money. The income from this venture gave him pocket money & enabled him to purchase a pony, on which he rode to Dublin on Saturdays, to spend every Sunday with his parents.


When his father died, he decided to visit London, where he obtained a ready sale for his designs amongst the calico printers. He also drew & engraved flowers from nature for the print shops. This led to his acquaintance with William Curtis, the botanist, who hired the uncommon talent to execute the plates for Curtis' work, the Flora Londinensis.


When the young Kilburn had entered into this engagement, he returned to Ireland, brought his mother & sister to small house in Bermondsey with a garden & green-house near the Curtis nursery. There he occupied himself from sunrise to sunset drawing & engraving the plants for the Flora Londinensis.


When he finished his engraving contract, he accepted a proposal to manage a Newton's calico printing factory, at Wallington, for which he was to have a share in the profits without advancing capital. They were so successful that, at the end of 7 years, he purchased the concern becoming sole proprietor.


Because he had worked so hard to attain this position, he gave the highest wages to his workmen, some of whom came from the continent, & gave annual premiums for the best designs. He had the honor of presenting one of his pieces of printed chintz, the sea-weed pattern, designed by himself, to Queen Charlotte.


Finding that his patterns were pirated in Manchester, he applied for a bill, which was brought into Parliament by his neighbour, Edmund Burke, "To secure to calico printers the copyright in original designs."


The bill was passed in May 1787 "An Act for the Encouragement of the Arts of designing & printing Linens, Cottons, Callicoes & Muslins by vesting the Properties thereof in the Designers, Printers, Proprietors for a limited Time." Unfortunately, this "limited Time" was a period of 2 months from the date of first publishing the design. But it was a beginning.


















For more biographical information see The Dublin Penny Journal, Volume 1, Number 23, December 1, 1832..

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Women's Study Bible - Signature Series

About The Book (from back cover):  The Woman's Study Bible New International Version is a priceless treasure, poignantly delivering the Word of God to a woman's heart.  It provides the tools for the reader to dig deeper in the The Word with inspiring articles by Anne Graham Lotz, Stormie Omartian, Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Roberta Hromas, Kimberly Daniels Linda Dillow Kathy Troccoli, Dee Brestin, and Emilie Barnes.  It helps you to get acquainted with over 100 women in the Bible, there are hundreds of verse-by-verse notes,  it includes over 300 articles on topics for women, there are book introductions and outlines, and tons more.

My Thoughts About The Book:  The Woman's Study Bible is a extremely informative, easy to read, and encouraging. The copy I was sent is the NIV version.  The text was so easy to understand compared to other versions of the Bible. This is definitely a Bible geared specifically and only for women. I was very excited to review this Bible. I was out of town and actually used the bible in church and found myself caught up with all the helps that really enhanced the sermon I was hearing.  They really clarified the sermon topic for me.
I really enjoyed this Bible. I recommend this to anyone searching for a nice Bible to give to a woman, girl, graduate, or possibly even a bride.  The color scheme of this Bible is earth-toned, soft, feminine and attractive, but not too "frilly" as to be distracting.


Disclaimer:  My review copy (received from Thomas Nelson's Booksneeze program/Shelton Interactive  for the purpose of this review) is a hard copy version.

Hodge Podge With A Green Thumb

"Here we are again, smack dab in the middle of the week, although it feels more like Tuesday don't you think?  Monday holidays always throw off my internal calendar. You should know it doesn't matter if you answer on Tuesday or Wednesday or some day later, just answer. And link here to Joyce's blog! Don't forget to add your link! "

Here are my answers to Joyce's questions for the week~


1. What question do you often ask yourself?  What were you thinking?  This is especially done when my day does not go as planned.  Do you grow roses?  What's your favorite color of rose?  Ever been given a dozen roses?  Where was the prettiest rose or rose garden you remember seeing?   I have two knockout rose bushes.  I can't kill them.  The pink one on the side of the parsonage came with it.  The red one in the back yard Susan gave me on my birthday the year my mom died (2011) and she planted it.  Both of them flourish.  I love roses.  Yellow/blush/coral are my favorite colors.  I have been given a dozen roses a few times in my life.  Charles Wetherington gave me my first on my 18th birthday.  My next door neighbor Edie Gunnel painted me a picture of them so I could have them forever.  My favorite rose delivery was when my friend Debo sent me two dozen yellow...to the school....from my secret admirer.  LOVED the reaction they got!  The prettiest rose garden I have ever seen was in Ireland at the National Garden.  It was amazing.
3. Do you read the freshness dates on grocery store products?  Will you use eggs past their 'use by' date? Take medication that's expired?  Buy a dented can?  It depends on what it is....yes I read the dates....and yes I throw out things if not used near past due dates.
4.  Should athletes be role models?  I agree with Joyce and I too think in the eyes of children they always have been, and likely always will be, and that's what matters. For better or worse.   Kids look up to athletes and as such I'd love to see athletes rise to the occasion...  Some do...and some don't.

 5.  Edmund Hillary of New Zealand and Tenzing Norgay of Nepal became the first explorers to reach the top of Mt. Everest on this date (May 29th) back in 1953.  What's something you hope to achieve in your lifetime?  Being at a book signing for a book I have written and had published.

 6.  What would you do if you had twenty acres of land and the money to develop it any way you choose?   Build something to house all my family for reunions, special occasions, etc.
 7. If I invite you to a party with a 7 PM start time, what time will I actually see you there?

 6:45 for sure.  Being on time is important to me. 

 8.  Insert your own random thought here. Are you taking a vacation this summer/year?  Where are you planning to go?  Do you do the same trip each year?  I am currently at Panama City Beach, Florida until tomorrow morning.  This is our second year and we also take others trips throughout the year.  This will be our big vacation this year.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

This Is How My Summer Will Go

“So did you make summer plans? I created a chalkboard background on our door pantry—got the idea from Pinterest—and wrote down everything we want to accomplish over the summer!”

“I just want to accomplish not killing my kids. Ha ha!” I said.

The woman looked horrified. Oops. Not everyone gets my humor.

But really, am I supposed to write down what I want to accomplish over the summer? I sort of felt like it would go like this:

--Sleep in. The kids allow this because they tend to party in their rooms until 10 or 11. Most of the time they leave me alone but most nights Natalie asks for something every half hour. "I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. Could you check to see if I got all the poop off my butt? Can you put another DVD in for me?" Because I'm one of those parents who puts a TV in every child's room. With a DVD player.


--Disney World in June. Get to see my husband's family. Yay! Don't have to cook for a week. Double yay!


--Work on not yelling so much—the neighborhood can probably hear me.


--Go shopping without losing my shit since Natalie will have to come with me now. She likes to touch everything and comment about what it feels like. "Look at this glittery purse. It feels bumpy! Look at this Doc McStuffins toy. It's soft!"


--To not have ice cream for dinner more than 5 times a week (sometimes when Oklahoma gets super hot, this gets tempting..)


--Send my kids off with my parents, who are saints. They are taking them at the end of July for at least week so I can relax. By that point my patience will be thin and I’ll have gained 10 pounds from stress eating (and the ice cream for dinner.)


--Maybe play board games if the kids don’t turn into whiney brats or insist that one of the game pieces is tired and needs to sleep in their bed (Natalie. She once brought the entire cast of Candy Land to bed with her. We still haven’t found all the pieces.)


--Movie nights if the kids promise to not talk or fight or eat all the popcorn.


--Beach in August! I’ll need one of those modest swimsuits like the Duggars wear though from the stress eating.


--SCHOOL STARTS! Yes, I am already counting down the days..

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A Three M Kinda Day: Marcie Has Eyes, Mishap For Me, and Meeting Little Miss Amelia


Marcie's eyes never show up in pictures so I grabbed a shot of she and Lyndi.  She is really trying hard to keep her eyes open for me.  I think she looks too cute.  There is so much mischief in her eyes....this is one of my favorite things about her.  She has such expressive eyes.

My Mishap took place as we left the motel to go to Destin.  I tripped on a speed bump....well didn't actually trip...my ankle turned...and I fell....face straight on the concrete in the parking deck. My glasses and packages all went sailing.  The ear piece on my glasses was bent out....my knee was skinned up pretty good, and I am headed for a shiner where my face hit the cement.  This is the Rock Mills second falling event.  Paulette fell yesterday, had to go to the Doc in a Box and her right leg is skinned...and her ribs bruised.  Less than 15 minutes we after she told us what happened to her....yesterday.....BAM....Karen was on the ground.  We stopped at a CVS enroute to Destin and got some first aid supplies. 

Meeting Miss Amelia:  We met Frank's daughter Amy, and her daughter, Amelia at Starbucks at Destin Commons....the real one.  We actually stopped at the Starbucks for the outlet mall...wrong one.  Amy and Amelia were waiting for us four miles down the road.  We hopped in the car and went to the right place.  This was a special day.  This was the first time we have ever seen Amelia....our granddaughter.  She will be a year old in July. She is precious.  It took her a bit to warm up to Frank....she liked him...and would smile and giggle at him....in my arms...or in Amy's.  Finally she decided he was ok and I grabbed a couple of quick shots of them together.  She is every bit as pretty as her mom. 



Amy and Amelia.  Two of the most beautiful girls in our lives.  Amy is a red head with creamy skin, and long gorgeous hands.  It was great spending time with them both. 
 
 Three generations:  Frank, Amy, and Amelia - Starbucks at Destin Commons, May 28th, 2013.  We headed back to our hotel.  The gang is eating tonight as a group at Capt. Jack's.  This has been an interesting day for sure. 




Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your blog. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either. Just make sure you link up and that the post you link up is a Hey, It's Okay Post.

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To be upset that there are people who bought up the Oklahoma tornado benefit concert tickets and are re-selling them at a higher price. Read more about it here.


To still wonder if I should get the Photopass + they offer at Disney World. Do I really need it? We’re there for a week. The only two character meals we're doing is Cinderella's Royal Table and Backyard Mickey BBQ. As I understand it, CRT is the only one associated with the Photopass + anyway.


To hope Amanda Bynes gets the help she needs. And loses that frightening wig.


To wish that the whole room would break out into song with I Say A Little Prayer like in My Best Friend’s Wedding.


To miss being able to shop in peace. That’s gone until the kids are back in school. It’s not horrible but sometimes my daughter has to look at every.little.thing.


To be bummed that I keep hearing The Hangover 3 wasn’t very funny.


To have a giveaway for a three coupon pack for Luvs diapers here.


To let my daughter jump in random puddles:






Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day is More Than a BBQ



Today is a day I must stand up and shout.....Memorial Day is more than a BBQ!!!!!!!!  It is so much more than that....and the history of it is being forgotten.  "Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women's groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, "Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping" by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication "To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead" (Source: Duke University's Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it's difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860's tapped into the general human need to honor our dead, each contributed honorably to the growing movement that culminated in Gen Logan giving his official proclamation in 1868. It is not important who was the very first, what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to honor those who gave their all. Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war). It is now celebrated in almost every State on the last Monday in May (passed by Congress with the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 - 363) to ensure a three day weekend for Federal holidays), though several southern states have an additional separate day for honoring the Confederate war dead: January 19 in Texas, April 26 in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Mississippi; May 10 in South Carolina; and June 3 (Jefferson Davis' birthday) in Louisiana and Tennessee. 

In 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.

She then conceived of an idea to wear red poppies on Memorial day in honor of those who died serving the nation during war. She was the first to wear one, and sold poppies to her friends and co-workers with the money going to benefit servicemen in need. Later a Madam Guerin from France was visiting the United States and learned of this new custom started by Ms.Michael and when she returned to France, made artificial red poppies to raise money for war orphaned children and widowed women. This tradition spread to other countries. In 1921, the Franco-American Children's League sold poppies nationally to benefit war orphans of France and Belgium. The League disbanded a year later and Madam Guerin approached the VFW for help. Shortly before Memorial Day in 1922 the VFW became the first veterans' organization to nationally sell poppies. Two years later their "Buddy" Poppy program was selling artificial poppies made by disabled veterans. In 1948 the US Post Office honored Ms Michael for her role in founding the National Poppy movement by issuing a red 3 cent postage stamp with her likeness on it. Traditional observance of Memorial day has diminished over the years. Many Americans nowadays have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At many cemeteries, the graves of the fallen are increasingly ignored, neglected. Most people no longer remember the proper flag etiquette for the day.
While there are towns and cities that still hold Memorial Day parades, many have not held a parade in decades. Some people think the day is for honoring any and all dead, and not just those fallen in service to our country. There are a few notable exceptions. Since the late 50's on the Thursday before Memorial Day, the 1,200 soldiers of the 3d U.S. Infantry place small American flags at each of the more than 260,000 gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery. They then patrol 24 hours a day during the weekend to ensure that each flag remains standing. In 1951, the Boy Scouts and Cub Scouts of St. Louis began placing flags on the 150,000 graves at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery as an annual Good Turn, a practice that continues to this day. More recently, beginning in 1998, on the Saturday before the observed day for Memorial Day, the Boys Scouts and Girl Scouts place a candle at each of approximately 15,300 grave sites of soldiers buried at Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park on Marye's Heights (the Luminaria Program). And in 2004, Washington D.C. held its first Memorial Day parade in over 60 years. To help re-educate and remind Americans of the true meaning of Memorial Day, the "National Moment of Remembrance" resolution was passed on Dec 2000 which asks that at 3 p.m. local time, for all Americans "To voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a Moment of remembrance and respect, pausing from whatever they are doing for a moment of silence or listening to 'Taps." The Moment of Remembrance is a step in the right direction to returning the meaning back to the day. What is needed is a full return to the original day of observance. Set aside one day out of the year for the nation to get together to remember, reflect and honor those who have given their all in service to their country.  But what may be needed to return the solemn, and even sacred, spirit back to Memorial Day is for a return to its traditional day of observance. Many feel that when Congress made the day into a three-day weekend in with the National Holiday Act of 1971, it made it all the easier for people to be distracted from the spirit and meaning of the day. As the VFW stated in its 2002 Memorial Day address: "Changing the date merely to create three-day weekends has undermined the very meaning of the day. No doubt, this has contributed greatly to the general public's nonchalant observance of Memorial Day."  

My father fought in WWII in the Pacific Theater.  My husband in Vietnam and father-in-law in Vietnam and Korea. 


I have countless family members and dear friends who fought in Korea, WWII, WWI, Vietnam....some came home.....others did not.  My son-in-law,  nephew, countless former students, and friends are currently active.  I thank you for what you do....for the choice you made....so I can sleep safely at night.  To those of you out in blogger land if you ever get a chance to go on a trip of a lifetime....go to Washington D.C and see all of these great memorials....GO!  You have to walk them, touch them, watch the people there....I promise....it will touch you in a way nothing else will ever touch you.  God Bless America!

Please Remember

It’s Memorial Day.

Please remember why you have a day off of work. Remember all those who sacrificed so we could have a better place to live.

This picture, which has been circulating Facebook, really hit me in the heart.



Remember those who have lost family members.

Thank you to those who have fought for this country. I appreciate your sacrifice daily. You guys deserve so much more recognition than you receive. The world is messed up on its priorities.

My own Grandpa fought in World War 2. I can’t even imagine how scary that must have been.

My Nana Jo’s boyfriend also fought in World War 2.

I’m always amazed at the bravery of our soldiers.

So before you dig into a barbeque or a regular meal, remember to thank those who helped to keep our country free.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Watch Bet On Your Baby and #Giveaway! **CLOSED

**CLOSED. Winner posted here**

Yes folks, there is a show called Bet On Your Baby.

It airs Saturday nights on ABC at 8/7c.

Here's the premise of the show from the e-mail that was sent to me:

Bet on Your Baby is a new show where parents play fun games with their toddlers, and try to “bet” on what baby will do next! If they guess correctly, the family wins $5,000 in college tuition money, and the chance to play for $50,000!

If I had done this with Natalie, she'd have calmly walked off the stage and gone, "I'm done with this." She was a sassy toddler.

Check out the widget and see clips from the show:




Take the quiz and guess how well the toddlers will do!


PartnersHub is offering a lucky reader a three coupon pack for Luvs® Super Absorbent Jumbo Pack samples.

I know diapers aren't cheap so these will come in handy!



Giveaway Rules:

--Must be 18 or older

--Must live in the US


Mandatory Entry: Go to the widget and tell me what your favorite video clip was.


Extra Entries:

--Take the quiz and tell me your results

--Tweet about this giveaway using #BetOnYourBaby


Good luck!

I will pick a winner on June 3rd!

What a Woman Needs (Service at Woodlawn United Methodist Church)

Frank, Wil, and I attended the Mosaic service at Woodlawn United Methodist Church today.  It was a contemporary come as you are kind of service that took place about three miles from our hotel.  I am so glad we went.  The speaker was not the one who was supposed to talk...it was a lovely young woman named Cameron who is one of the certified lay speakers at the church.  The church is doing a series called Desperate Households. The topic dealt with what a woman wants/needs from a man.  There were six points:  1.  She needs a man to be close(spiritual, emotional, psychological).  Gen. 2:24 - make eye contact, value, smile at her; 2.  Open Up - talk to her; 3.  Understand - hear her - you don't need to fix it guys....just listen.....maybe even ask....do you want me to fix this....or just listen.  1 Peter 3:7...women are like a ceramic bowl...men are like a copper one.  We (wives) need our husbands to be burden bearers - just like Christ; 4.  Make Peace - be sensitive - step up and make peace in the home.  Let us know you care enough to make peace.  1 Cor. 7:28; 5.  Be Loyal - Malachi 2:17 wondering eyes break trust.  Commit your marriage to God....daily!; 6.  Honor her-Proverbs 28:29-31 - She is your treasure.  If you follow these 6 simple steps....she will do them in return.  As I sat there and listened I thought of my own precious husband who excels at these.  He is a wonderful husband and lets me know I am his treasure...daily. 

For supper tonight the gang was cooking hamburgers and hotdogs....but we wanted some seafood so we scoped out the local restaurants and chose Billy's Oyster House at 3000 Thomas Drive.  Our server was Jordon....wonderful....and the food was amazing.  If you are ever in Panama City and want some amazing seafood this little dive is where you need to go.  It was amazing!  We spent the rest of the evening on the deck at the hotel and visited.  I love this place!  Tomorrow is a big day.  We will be feeding around 40 on the deck at the hotel...and then Tuesday is the big day.  Be sure to check back and see what is up.

Pioneer Prophet Jemima Wilkinson 1752-1819


Jemima Wilkinson (1752-1819), religious leader, founder of a pioneer community in western New York, was born in Cumberland, R.I., the 4th of 6 daughters & 8th of 12 children of Jeremiah & Amey (Whipple) Wilkinson. She was of the 4th generation of her family in America, descended from Lawrence Wilkinson, an early freeman & colonial leader, who settled in Rhode Island about 1650. Her father, a successful farmer & orchardist, was a 1st cousin of Stephen Hopkins, several times governor of the colony & a signer of the Declaration of Independence, & of Esek Hopkins, 1st commander of the American navy. An older brother, Jeremiah, was a noted inventor in Cumberland. The Wilkinsons were Quakers.

Jemima Wilkinson (1752-1819)

It is difficult to separate fact from folklore in the story of Jemima.  Little dependable information exists about Jemima’s childhood. Undoubtedly an influence on her development was the death of her mother, worn out by childbearing, when Jemima was only 12 or 13. Deeply interested in religious ideas, the girl read the standard works of Quaker theology & history & so thoroughly absorbed the King James version of the Bible, that scriptural phrases became an integral part of her spoken language. She also was caught up in the religious excitement that accompanied George Whitefield’s last visit to New England &, in August 1776, was dismissed from the Society of Friends for attending meetings of a New Light Baptist group in Cumberland.

In 1776, the 23-year-old woman became ill with a fever; the doctor who attended her later testified that the fever was “translated to the head.” In the course of this illness, she had a vision that convinced her, that she had died & had been sent back from the dead to preach to a sinful & dying world. From that moment, she refused to recognize the name of Jemima Wilkinson, calling herself instead the Publick Universal Friend; & for more than 40 years she firmly adhered to her belief that she was an agent of the Lord.


She began her ministry in southern New England. During the years of the American Revolution she traveled & preached in Rhode Island, eastern Massachusetts, & Connecticut, & after 1782, she made four visits of increasing duration to the vicinity of Philadelphia. Everywhere she attracted followers-both men & women-many of them persons of wealth & social distinction. Most important of these was Judge William Potter of South Kingston, R.I., who freed his slaves because of her teaching & gave up his political career; he also built a 14-room addition to his already spacious mansion for the Universal Friend to use as her headquarters in New England. A wealthy farmer, David Wagener, of Worcester, Pa., was another convert, whose home she used while in Pennsylvania. Meeting-houses were built for her in in East Greenwich, R.I., & New Milford, Conn. Although these were help by trustees in the name of a society of Universal Friends, the Universal Friends was a personal following of Jemima Wilkinson rather than an organized church or sect. Membership apparently was contingent solely upon acceptance of her requirement that “Ye cannot be my friends except de do whatsoever I command you.” The only printed guide for he followers was a small pamphlet entitled The Universal Friend’s Advice to Those of the Same Religious Society, first published for her in Philadelphia in 1784, & later reprinted, after her death, in Penn Yan, N.Y., in 1821 & 1833. This consisted almost entirely of seemingly unrelated quotations from the Bible.

Carriage of Jemima Wilkinson (1752-1819)

As the Publick Universal Friend, Jemima Wilkinson preached no new or original theological concepts. Repent & forsake evil was the essence of her message; prepare for a future judgment, & “Do unto all men as you would be willing they should do unto you.” Nearly all of the practices she advocated, such as the use of plain language & clothing, opposition to war & violence & to Negro slavery, were standard Quaker beliefs. Celibacy was enjoined as a higher state of grace which she herself practiced & urged, although married couples who joined her society continued to live together & marriages took place among her followers. In this she was much less rigid than her contemporary ANN LEE, founder of the Shakers, with whom she was often compared. There is no indication that the women ever had any contact with each other, & the similarities between them probably stem from their common debt to Quakerism. The Universal Friend’s attraction was based on the emotional impact of her personality & the aura of mysticism that surrounded her. She apparently did little to discourage those of her followers who believed her to be a Messiah capable of performing miracles, although by he frequent denial of divine powers & her ambiguous description of her mission she avoided offending those who did not see in he the second coming of Christ. Several attempts at faith healing were recorded during her early ministry in New England, & she made prophecies & interpreted dreams throughout her life.

Jemima Wilkinson was described in her forties as “of middle stature, well made, of a florid countenance,” with “fine teeth, & beautiful eyes. ….Her black hair was cut short, carefully combed, & divided into three ringlets.” (Francois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld-Liancourt, Travels through the United States of North America, 1799, I, 112). Her manners of dress, however, was decidedly masculine. She customarily wore a flowing black robe patterned after a clergyman’s garb. Her followers referred to her, not as “she” or “her” but as “the Friend.”

Jemima Wilkinson (1752-1819)

She conceived the idea of a settlement where the faithful could be free from the temptations of the “wicked world” as early as the winder of 1786-86, when scouts were sent to explore the Genesee country of western New York, publicized by the veterans of Gen. John Sullivan’s expedition during the Revolution. In 1788, followers of the Universal Friend began to clear the land o the west side of the Seneca Lake, the first important American outpost in this area. The “Friend’s Settlement” already had a population of 260 when the Universal Friend herself arrived 2 years later. Though the land was purchased by a common fund, common ownership of property was never practiced; each contributor was to received title to a tract of land proportionate to his investment. In practice this proved difficult to arrange, & disputes over land titles caused the defection of some important members, including Judge William Potter & his son. Jemima Wilkinson moved a few miles farther west in 1794, to the vicinity of Crooked Lake (now Keuka Lake), where, with many of the faithful, she established Jerusalem township. She called their settlement on Outlet Creek "Hopeton". She later purchased a tract near Branchport "and we shall call this place "The City of Jerusalem."

She herself owned no land but lived on the proceeds of an estate held in trust for he by a follower. Her home was always open to offer hospitality to travelers in the wilderness & to the Indians, with whom she had a cordial relationship. Not the least of her significance is the role she played in encouraging the settlement of western New York.

House of Jemima Wilkinson (1752-1819)

During the last few years of her life she suffered from dropsy, & she succumbed to that illness in her 67th year at her home in Jerusalem township. Her body was placed in a stone vault in the cellar of her house but later was buried in an unmarked grave by 2 of her followers. Two of her disciples attempted to carry on the society after her death, but the group gradually disintegrated & within 2 decades had all but disappeared.

This posting based, in part, on information from Notable American Women edited by Edward T James, Janet Wilson James, Paul S Boyer, The Belknap Press of Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts. 1971

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Panama City Bound


This is our second year to come to the Driftwood Lodge in Panama City Beach.  This year we came down on Saturday with the rest of the gang.  Last year we came down after church, but Mike Brewer  is filling the pulpit for Frank in the morning.    We will be here until Thursday.  I have to tell you that I love this place.  The Gilmore family run an amazing place and if you like mom and pop places you will love this one.  I would rather stay here than a condo.  The sunset is from our little balcony porch on the second floor.  We left Rock Mills at 7 this morning and got here somewhere around 1.  The ride was interesting because we traveled with Marcie and Tracy down roads I have never used to get here.  The scenery was lovely.  We had to wait a couple of hours for our room to be ready so we hit Walmart and loaded up on our groceries.  A little after 3 they let us know we were good to go and we unloaded the car.  While we were waiting for everyone to get here the kids swam and we watched a set up for the wedding on the beach of Justin and Tristen.  The balconies of the hotels were packed with well wishers who were NOT invited to the wedding....yet, attended any ways.  It was a lovely wedding.  The bridesmaids wore a coral chiffon dress that seemed to float in the breeze.  The bride wore satin and lace and was  just beautiful.  After the wedding and once everyone finally got here and we cooked steaks on the grill about 6:30.  Dinner was delish.  Tracy is magic with a grill.  It is now nearly 10 and the pool is quietening down, the kids are all tucked away.....and I am headed that way.  Frank and I are attending the 9:45 Mosaic service at Woodlawn United Methodist Church.  I cannot wait.  Frank rarely gets a chance to be ministered to.  Lyndi, Tracy and Marcie's daughter is coming in about 4 in the morning.  She had to work til 11 tonight.  I can't see what tomorrow brings.  The McCarleys are going fishing on the pier at 5 and then to St. Andrews to fish the jetties.  Sherry and Keith, Celia and Chris and Libby are not with us this year and are sorely missed.  I have a big surprise for my readers but you will have to check back in with me on Tuesday to see what it is.  Think you can wait that long?