Oh, Kerry and I love our country. We love our flag. We love where we live. We love our home - our little piece of earth we are privileged to care for...
Our week didn't start out so great, for we had a bit of a disparaging day on Monday. It's the first time in a long time that both of us were saddened and couldn't do much to help lift the other. And though we believe it's okay to allow ourselves to feel a bit of sadness at times, we don't believe in remaining there. By the end of the day, our spirits began to lift - and the next day we were back to our old selves.
We enjoyed the usual farmer's market trips, errand running, taking care of stuff we don't always feel like taking care off, etc. Kerry has enjoyed umpiring little league games on Wednesday nights. I remember years ago asking him why he continually enjoyed this activity - especially when it may involve getting yelled at, having dirt kicked on him, name calling, etc. He said it wasn't much different than being at home - he just got paid for it there.
Smart aleck.
Saturday began a day of festivities celebrating our country's birthday. It began with a free community breakfast that we enjoyed last year. We enjoyed scrambled eggs, eggs with peppers and onions, scrambled egg casserole, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, orange juice and milk, toast, and an assortment of pastries. They treat us so well, and are constantly going around refilling whatever we want.
After that, it was off to Bellville to our favorite farmer's market. I just had to have homemade multi-grain bread, sugar-free jams, and a beautiful pot of zinnias - my grandfather's favorite flower.
Their little parade began at 11:00, so we wandered around for a bit and passed by Lowella Stichler, who was there with her husband, Mike. They raise these beautiful, HUGE Percheron horses that are shown all over Ohio.
She asked if we wanted to ride in the wagon - so we parked the car and hopped up into the wagon.
So, we went to see a parade and ended up in the parade. It was kind of fun. Give me small town America any day!
After feasting at an ice cream social in the firehouse, we brought our produce on home, let Mr. Eddie take his afternoon constitution, and took a short nap.
Then, it was off to the Amish restaurant, where I enjoyed a free birthday dinner. They send me a coupon every year, and we enjoyed an All-American buffet.
It was wonderful hearing the strong testimonies of the love people have of our country. Mormons are true patriots. Or rather, they should be. It was also good to see Eric Hellman, who was visiting the ward. He and his dear family used to live here years ago. Last week, I was embraced by Holly Calhoun, whose family also used to live here. I love seeing dear friends from the past...
Now it is evening. I can hear people shooting off fireworks. I can smell barbecues. I can see people quietly walking down our road - some with dogs - some with friends - some alone.
The fireflies are gently flying around - creating our own little show of fireworks. They are gentle little bugs that go around lighting up the night. Remember them, Miss Debbie? We once had one get stuck on our ceiling fan. His little tail continued to glow as the blades still whirred around. It sort of made a comet streak.
I also am thinking of the great patriots that formed the foundation of our country, and how they bore down in strong and pure testimony that God guided their hearts and their minds. I have many, many ancestors that fought in the Revolution to help secure our freedom. I'll bet you do, too.
One of my ancestors - a man by the name of Zachariah JOHNSTON, has been celebrated many times for standing up for what is right. I have copied and pasted the following quotes:
"Zachariah Johnston was a prosperous farmer by the time the American Revolution began. In 1776, he was appointed a captain in the county militia. Johnston's company actively patrolled against Indian uprisings, and, in 1781, participated in the Virginia campaign which led to Lord Cornwallis' surrender. Representing Augusta County in the House of Delegates from 1778 to 1791, Johnston was chair of the House committee on religion and helped pass the "act for establishing religious freedom" in 1786.
"It is my lot to be among the poor people. The most that I can claim, or flatter myself with, is to be of the middle rank. I wish no more, for I am content. But, I shall give my opinion unbiased and uninfluenced - without erudition or eloquence, but with firmness and candor. And in so doing I will satisfy my conscience. If this Constitution be bad, it will bear equally as hard on me as on any member of society. It will bear hard on my children, who are as dear to me as any man's children can be to him. Having their happiness at heart, the vote I shall give in its favor, can only be imputed to a conviction of its utility and propriety."
Religious freedom was essential to him. Before the Virginia House of Burgesses, delegate Zachariah Johnston confronted Patrick Henry with the following passionate speech: "…I was born a Presbyterian and I shall die a Presbyterian! But that day that Presbyterianism should become the established religion of this Country, I shall cease to be a Presbyterian." What an inspirational man. "
I can hardly wait to see him and thank him for standing strong. Here is a picture we took of his house, which still stands outside of Lexington, VA.
It's on the National Historic Register of houses. It's also for sale. I want it.
Another ancestor, Gilbert STEPHENS, states in his pension application that when he heard that when his beloved commander, George WASHINGTON, had died, he wept great tears.
Another ancestor, John Goolman DAVIDSON, an Indian spy, was murdered by Indians while tracking. We found his grave marker a few years ago - 200 years to the day after he was killed.
Another ancestor, Low BROWN, served with General George Rogers CLARK in the Illinois campaign to take the Northwest Territory from the English. It was the English who paid the Indians to bring scalps back to them so they could send them to England, where they made those white powdered wigs for Parliament. I don't know where they get them now.
Another ancestor, Phillip HAMMAN, was actually born in Germany. He also fought in the Revolutionary War. I again quote:
HAMMAN, PHIL. On Saturday, July 3, 1830, the fifty-fifth anniversary of American independence was celebrated at Bellefonte, Jackson Co, AL, at which among other participants were several Revolutionary patriots. After the reading of the Declaration of Independence by Henry F. Scruggs and the delivery of an oration by Hon. Samuel Moore, the company sat down to a plentiful dinner. After this many patriotic toasts were drunk. Only one, and that because of the historic fact it evoked, is here produced:
"By L. James, Esq. 'Capt. Phil HAMMAN: The Savior of Greenbrier - tho' his history is but little known, his intrepidity and patriotism are not let worthy of our commendation.'
After the drinking of this toast, the old soldier rose and said: He thanked the gentlemen for introducing his name on an occasion where he had already been too much honored. Tho' his history was not much known, he could not object to have the transactions of his life divulged to the world. For nine years he had been in the wars of his country - during a greater part of which he had been engaged in the most dangerous parts of Indian service. He had suffered much; on one occasion he had been stripped by savage rapacity of every vestige of property he possessed, even the clothing of himself and family - one of his children fell a victim to their cruelty. But not to dwell on the dangers he had endured, he would merely speak of the occasion so kindly alluded to in the toast. When stationed at Fort Randolph, at the mouth of the Big Kanawha, nine hundred Indians set off in a body to make an unexpected attack on the inhabitants of Greenbrier, Virginia. Two men were dispatched to apprize the people in that quarter of their approaching danger. In three days they returned, wounded, and in despair; others were sought for who would carry the express; none were found willing to engage in so dangerous and hopeless an undertaking when he and one John Pryor (who was afterwards killed by the Indians) painted and dressed in Indian garb set off, and in forty-eight hours travelled one hundred and sixty miles through the wilderness; they overtook the Indians within twelve miles of the white settlements, passed through their camps, and gave timely warning to the people of their impending danger. Such preparations were made for security and defense as the occasion permitted. About daylight a violent attack was made on Fort Donley; the conflict was desperate - the door of the Fort was broken open - he stood in it, and resisted the enemy - 'till it could be shut and fasted. The foe were repelled with great loss, and the country saved from savage barbarity. He said that although he was old and poor, and had not received the compensation promised him by his country, yet he thanked God he was in peace and safety, and could live 'without the aid of public or private charity.' He then offered the following sentiment:
"OUR RULERS: May they be just men, fearing God, and hating covetousness."
Southern Advocate, Huntsville, July 10, 1830."
I am not giving these examples to brag - I am giving them out of gratitude for their service. They fought hard. The conditions were anything but pleasant. And afterward, in 1832, an act of Congress was passed to grant them an pension. Some received it. Some did not. Some couldn't remember the dates of their service. Some didn't have the proof. Some lived in abject poverty until their death.
But, would they do it again? I'll just bet they would. None of my people are really famous - they were the backwoodsmen that came out with whatever weapon they could find - sometimes a pitchfork - to fight for the freedoms we enjoy today. They were the Germans. They were the Scots-Irish. Some were even English.
But, they all became Americans.
May God continue to bless America!
Love, Miss P
Oh, and I forgot Jim's birthday!!!! (Fern's husband) It's tomorrow - July 5th.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Beating the heat!
Oh, my! I take a shower and I never get dry. It's called humidity. And...it's the price we pay for our beautiful, green corner of the world.
I thought when Kerry retired that things would move at a little bit slower pace for us. Well, our bodies move a little slower ~ but life still seems to go at the same pace. But, we both love this time we get to spend with each other.
Last Monday, after taking my good friend, Alice to the hospital for her bunion surgery, I went to a wonderful luncheon at my friend, Linda's house. There were eight of us total. We each brought a little something and really enjoyed some unhurried time together. We certainly need to do a few more of those type of things.
Kerry took me for my doctor's appointment so my back could be checked. I'm not having as much pain as I did a few weeks ago, but there are times when I really have to catch my breath. When it's this hot, it's no fun going to sleep on a heating pad.
Friday was one of the fullest days at the temple we've had. Kerry and I arrived at 9:00 am - our usual time, and didn't leave to come home until 9:00 pm. We took just a bit of a break to run out for dinner, then came back so Kerry could be there to help with the fifteen youth that came for that evening. I continued to help out in other parts of the temple.
As I mingled with these youth, which range in age from 12-18 years old, I had some thoughts run through my mind. Of all of the places those youth could have been that evening - hanging out with friends, going to the movies, playing computer games, etc., they chose to be at the temple doing some important work for their ancestors. It was an honor to be with them.
But, I told Kerry I can't do too many of those 12-hour days. My body was a wee bit tired the next day.
But, not too tired to go to a graduation party. Two of our favorite people - Martin, and young man who sits with us every Sunday, and Robbie Anderson, whose family moved here when he was 2 years old - graduated after putting in some pretty long hours. Martin graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering from NC State, and Robbie graduated from High School, with all sorts of scholarships under his belt. His mother died a few years ago, but how proud she must be of him.
Today - many of us gathered for a surprise party for sister Jean and her husband Earl!!! This past Friday marked 50 years of marriage!
Their two boys, Dave and Steve, and their wives, Joan and Keri, invited all of their family and friends and we had a wonderful day eating tons of food.
Steve and Dave
Dave and Joan
Steve and Keri
They all did such a nice job on one of the hottest days of the year. Jean said on the day they were married, it was even hotter than today - 95 degrees! I was 4 years old, and the flower girl. From what I hear, I was grabbing those rose petals and throwing them like I was throwing baseballs. I clearly did not want to be doing what I was doing.
I was cute then - and some guy told me today I was cute. Some things never end.
Peggy, Betty, Jean, Fern - the Sisterhood
But, in the back of my mind, I had reflective thoughts rolling through. It was just 26 years ago today that I had a young, brand new baby boy in my arms. He was a surprise, but certainly no accident. He came just ten short months after Jordan, and was to be my last child. I always wondered if there would have been more, but the doctor told me that the Lord gave the commandment to multiply and replenish the earth to everyone - not just to Kerry and Peggy.
Here's a look back through time:
Peter and Erik
Kerry's mom told me we always need to have at least one picture of our children at a drinking fountain.
At Huntington Beach, CA.
One of Erik's favorite pictures.
One of my favorite pictures.
Roasting day-old donuts in the back yard.
He was three weeks early - thank goodness!
Erik and Jordan have always been close as brothers.
As a fine young man today.
As an OSU student, he was originally majoring in Russian with a minor in business. But, he found out if he takes three extra quarters, he will have a double major in Russian and Economics. He will graduate next spring.
In July, we wish a happy birthday to:
Jayden - our GRANDSON!!! - July 3 - he will be 3 years old
Dylan - grandson of Kerry's brother, Steve - July 3
Belen - granddaughter of Kerry's sister, Content - July 8
Me - July 8
Elyse - granddaughter of Betty - July 9
Rachelle - daughter of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 14
Adrienne - daughter of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 27
Phillip - son-in-law of Kerry's sister, Content - July 27
And a happy anniversary to:
Jordan and Melissa - our son and d-i-l - July 1 - 7 years!!!
Kristi and Lloyd - daughter and s-i-l of Kerry's brother, Steve - July 9
Rachelle and Travis - daughter and s-i-l of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 17
Fern and Jim - my sister and b-i-l - July 22
Chris and Kristi - Kerry's brother and s-i-l - July 26
Stay cool!!!!
Miss P
I thought when Kerry retired that things would move at a little bit slower pace for us. Well, our bodies move a little slower ~ but life still seems to go at the same pace. But, we both love this time we get to spend with each other.
Last Monday, after taking my good friend, Alice to the hospital for her bunion surgery, I went to a wonderful luncheon at my friend, Linda's house. There were eight of us total. We each brought a little something and really enjoyed some unhurried time together. We certainly need to do a few more of those type of things.
Kerry took me for my doctor's appointment so my back could be checked. I'm not having as much pain as I did a few weeks ago, but there are times when I really have to catch my breath. When it's this hot, it's no fun going to sleep on a heating pad.
Friday was one of the fullest days at the temple we've had. Kerry and I arrived at 9:00 am - our usual time, and didn't leave to come home until 9:00 pm. We took just a bit of a break to run out for dinner, then came back so Kerry could be there to help with the fifteen youth that came for that evening. I continued to help out in other parts of the temple.
As I mingled with these youth, which range in age from 12-18 years old, I had some thoughts run through my mind. Of all of the places those youth could have been that evening - hanging out with friends, going to the movies, playing computer games, etc., they chose to be at the temple doing some important work for their ancestors. It was an honor to be with them.
But, I told Kerry I can't do too many of those 12-hour days. My body was a wee bit tired the next day.
But, not too tired to go to a graduation party. Two of our favorite people - Martin, and young man who sits with us every Sunday, and Robbie Anderson, whose family moved here when he was 2 years old - graduated after putting in some pretty long hours. Martin graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering from NC State, and Robbie graduated from High School, with all sorts of scholarships under his belt. His mother died a few years ago, but how proud she must be of him.
Today - many of us gathered for a surprise party for sister Jean and her husband Earl!!! This past Friday marked 50 years of marriage!
Their two boys, Dave and Steve, and their wives, Joan and Keri, invited all of their family and friends and we had a wonderful day eating tons of food.
Steve and Dave
Dave and Joan
Steve and Keri
They all did such a nice job on one of the hottest days of the year. Jean said on the day they were married, it was even hotter than today - 95 degrees! I was 4 years old, and the flower girl. From what I hear, I was grabbing those rose petals and throwing them like I was throwing baseballs. I clearly did not want to be doing what I was doing.
I was cute then - and some guy told me today I was cute. Some things never end.
Peggy, Betty, Jean, Fern - the Sisterhood
But, in the back of my mind, I had reflective thoughts rolling through. It was just 26 years ago today that I had a young, brand new baby boy in my arms. He was a surprise, but certainly no accident. He came just ten short months after Jordan, and was to be my last child. I always wondered if there would have been more, but the doctor told me that the Lord gave the commandment to multiply and replenish the earth to everyone - not just to Kerry and Peggy.
Here's a look back through time:
Peter and Erik
Kerry's mom told me we always need to have at least one picture of our children at a drinking fountain.
At Huntington Beach, CA.
One of Erik's favorite pictures.
One of my favorite pictures.
Roasting day-old donuts in the back yard.
He was three weeks early - thank goodness!
Erik and Jordan have always been close as brothers.
As a fine young man today.
As an OSU student, he was originally majoring in Russian with a minor in business. But, he found out if he takes three extra quarters, he will have a double major in Russian and Economics. He will graduate next spring.
In July, we wish a happy birthday to:
Jayden - our GRANDSON!!! - July 3 - he will be 3 years old
Dylan - grandson of Kerry's brother, Steve - July 3
Belen - granddaughter of Kerry's sister, Content - July 8
Me - July 8
Elyse - granddaughter of Betty - July 9
Rachelle - daughter of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 14
Adrienne - daughter of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 27
Phillip - son-in-law of Kerry's sister, Content - July 27
And a happy anniversary to:
Jordan and Melissa - our son and d-i-l - July 1 - 7 years!!!
Kristi and Lloyd - daughter and s-i-l of Kerry's brother, Steve - July 9
Rachelle and Travis - daughter and s-i-l of Kerry's sister, Joy - July 17
Fern and Jim - my sister and b-i-l - July 22
Chris and Kristi - Kerry's brother and s-i-l - July 26
Stay cool!!!!
Miss P
Sunday, June 20, 2010
All my fathers
And a happy Father's Day to all of the wonderful dads on this list!
My mind is full of some really good memories today. Let me share:
First and foremost, I'm really grateful for Mr. Kerry, who was a really good father and a really good daddy to our four children. And - he still is. When I was only 21 years old, we met. At that time, I didn't have enough sense to look for certain qualities in a future husband ~ such as diaper duty, canning peaches at midnight, cleaning up children's messes (and I do mean messes!), holding them tight, reading stories to them, climbing trees with them, cooking breakfast over an open fire in the back yard, planning trips, teaching them to read maps, offering to help with schoolwork, ... I was young and looking at things from a romantic point of view.
But, in meeting Mr. Kerry, I got all of those things ~ and MORE! His good and tender heart has been there to help balance us all out. He's that calm and steady force that was not easily provoked, but still let the kids know if he was displeased with them. The Lord truly had something to do with our meeting, for he is the best person I've ever known.
This is him just four months before we married in 1977. His parents had taken us to Bryce Canyon, where we hiked and ate and got to know each other better. My dad had loaned me his big 35mm camera, and I took lots of pictures. When I took this one, I was astonished at how beautiful the scenery was, and I focused and snapped ~ RIGHT WHEN KERRY JUMPED OFF A ROCK! It still remains my all-time favorite.
I must also honor his dad, who in his gentle way taught me many things, as well. Kerry emulates his father a lot ~ his love for his family, the scriptures, the Church and the Lord has passed right on down into Mr. Kerry's heart. Kerry always fed whoever the baby was at the end of the table ~ just like his own father did. He is a student of the scriptures and a gospel scholar ~ just like his own father was. I miss him a lot.
My own father, Chester, was a genius. His grandfather had a talent for building. If you told him how big you wanted your house to be, he would do the calculations in his head, secure the materials, and not have so much as a splinter left over. Dad was the same way. If he needed something and either he couldn't afford it or it didn't exist ~ he would build it. The first wheat grinder I had was built by my dad. He ordered two burr stones, then went to the dump and found an old washing machine motor. With some plywood he had at home, and some belts and a switch and an oil funnel, he built one of the best wheat grinders one could ever have. That's pretty good for someone who barely finished sixth grade. I still have it, and it works fine.
Dad had four girls ~ no boys. That's a lot of estrogen in the house. He was a refrigeration/appliance repairman, in addition to working at Westinghouse during the day. Sometimes I would go on service calls with him. I learned a lot watching his patient hands do all sorts of things, for nothing to him was a rush job. He expected me to know those things, too. He taught me how to repair things. He taught me how to sew. He taught me how to bake bread. He taught me how to fish. He didn't set me down and give me a class ~ his attitude was "watch me and learn".
He worked long, hard hours ~ up at 4:30 am to be at work by 6:00 am. Being late wasn't an option. Get yourself up and get to work. And...work until you're done. Mom would have dinner ready for him at 3:00 pm, then he would do service calls all evening. He was even Bishop of our local ward during this time. After working many, many days like this, I'm sure he must have been really tired. But, I never once heard him complain. Not once. I miss him.
This was dad in 1982 on the occasion of Mom and Dad's 50th anniversary. Our good friend, Dave Talaga, said he always craved chicken when he saw my dad. (Dad had a white goatee later on)
Other fathers I have loved have been the many bishops of our local ward here in Mansfield. On occasion, Kerry and I (or just me when I was a young, unmarried adult) have sought counsel and advice from them. They have prayed with us. They have fasted with us. They have given us blessings. They have continually asked about our welfare. They have loved us.
But most of all, I am grateful for knowledge of a Heavenly Father who has shown His love for me continually from even before my birth. I am constantly amazed by the beauty of this earth, the sounds, sights, smells, and beautiful sounds that surround me each day. Even when I wonder how He can care about me and my insignificant worries when there are greater things going on in the world today, He lets me know that I really do matter to Him. I hope my efforts to be a good person are what He wants...
So, Happy Father's Day to the new dads, the old dads, the granddads, the ones who have never been a biological dad ~ but who help to foster and nurture good manly traits in others. We're grateful for you all...
My mind is full of some really good memories today. Let me share:
First and foremost, I'm really grateful for Mr. Kerry, who was a really good father and a really good daddy to our four children. And - he still is. When I was only 21 years old, we met. At that time, I didn't have enough sense to look for certain qualities in a future husband ~ such as diaper duty, canning peaches at midnight, cleaning up children's messes (and I do mean messes!), holding them tight, reading stories to them, climbing trees with them, cooking breakfast over an open fire in the back yard, planning trips, teaching them to read maps, offering to help with schoolwork, ... I was young and looking at things from a romantic point of view.
But, in meeting Mr. Kerry, I got all of those things ~ and MORE! His good and tender heart has been there to help balance us all out. He's that calm and steady force that was not easily provoked, but still let the kids know if he was displeased with them. The Lord truly had something to do with our meeting, for he is the best person I've ever known.
This is him just four months before we married in 1977. His parents had taken us to Bryce Canyon, where we hiked and ate and got to know each other better. My dad had loaned me his big 35mm camera, and I took lots of pictures. When I took this one, I was astonished at how beautiful the scenery was, and I focused and snapped ~ RIGHT WHEN KERRY JUMPED OFF A ROCK! It still remains my all-time favorite.
I must also honor his dad, who in his gentle way taught me many things, as well. Kerry emulates his father a lot ~ his love for his family, the scriptures, the Church and the Lord has passed right on down into Mr. Kerry's heart. Kerry always fed whoever the baby was at the end of the table ~ just like his own father did. He is a student of the scriptures and a gospel scholar ~ just like his own father was. I miss him a lot.
My own father, Chester, was a genius. His grandfather had a talent for building. If you told him how big you wanted your house to be, he would do the calculations in his head, secure the materials, and not have so much as a splinter left over. Dad was the same way. If he needed something and either he couldn't afford it or it didn't exist ~ he would build it. The first wheat grinder I had was built by my dad. He ordered two burr stones, then went to the dump and found an old washing machine motor. With some plywood he had at home, and some belts and a switch and an oil funnel, he built one of the best wheat grinders one could ever have. That's pretty good for someone who barely finished sixth grade. I still have it, and it works fine.
Dad had four girls ~ no boys. That's a lot of estrogen in the house. He was a refrigeration/appliance repairman, in addition to working at Westinghouse during the day. Sometimes I would go on service calls with him. I learned a lot watching his patient hands do all sorts of things, for nothing to him was a rush job. He expected me to know those things, too. He taught me how to repair things. He taught me how to sew. He taught me how to bake bread. He taught me how to fish. He didn't set me down and give me a class ~ his attitude was "watch me and learn".
He worked long, hard hours ~ up at 4:30 am to be at work by 6:00 am. Being late wasn't an option. Get yourself up and get to work. And...work until you're done. Mom would have dinner ready for him at 3:00 pm, then he would do service calls all evening. He was even Bishop of our local ward during this time. After working many, many days like this, I'm sure he must have been really tired. But, I never once heard him complain. Not once. I miss him.
This was dad in 1982 on the occasion of Mom and Dad's 50th anniversary. Our good friend, Dave Talaga, said he always craved chicken when he saw my dad. (Dad had a white goatee later on)
Other fathers I have loved have been the many bishops of our local ward here in Mansfield. On occasion, Kerry and I (or just me when I was a young, unmarried adult) have sought counsel and advice from them. They have prayed with us. They have fasted with us. They have given us blessings. They have continually asked about our welfare. They have loved us.
But most of all, I am grateful for knowledge of a Heavenly Father who has shown His love for me continually from even before my birth. I am constantly amazed by the beauty of this earth, the sounds, sights, smells, and beautiful sounds that surround me each day. Even when I wonder how He can care about me and my insignificant worries when there are greater things going on in the world today, He lets me know that I really do matter to Him. I hope my efforts to be a good person are what He wants...
So, Happy Father's Day to the new dads, the old dads, the granddads, the ones who have never been a biological dad ~ but who help to foster and nurture good manly traits in others. We're grateful for you all...
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Dew Point
Oh, it's been hot! Heat and humidity - even though I grew up here in Ohio, I've never gotten used to the humidity. It just drags me down. The dew point (heat and humidity index) has been 73 - when it's between 65-70, it's getting pretty oppressive.
I took a shower last night and never have gotten dry.
The past couple of weeks have been easy and relaxing for us. Kerry and I still work at the temple every Friday, and he even pulled an extra day yesterday. We don't go out every day, but we do combine trips when we do. We love going to Farmer's Markets, ice cream socials, etc. We even did a day trip through Pennsylvania a couple of weeks ago. It was just beautiful.
There has been an epidemic of gout. First, Jean had it - then, Jordan - then, me. It is so painful - and there's no pain medication that I've ever taken that even touches it. I used to think just old me who drank a lot got it. I was wrong.
My back continues to plague me. If you'll remember, I re-injured it when we ran over a rough bump in the road in Kentucky. I was sitting over the wheel well in the back of my sister's van, and I took the brunt of the hit. Most nights, I'm going to sleep on the heating pad and taking more pain medication than I did after surgery.
But, life is still good. I don't want to just sit around complaining when I really have had a good and wonderful life.
I appreciate many of you asking how I'm doing in regard to coping with Peter's death. Please don't ever be afraid to ask. Some days are better than others. For some strange reason, I find that it's more difficult now than it was right after his death. What I wouldn't give to hear his voice again!
I still have his suitcase and belongings downstairs. I've tried to go through them on three different occasions - and I just can't do it. There's something final about the process. Plus, his scent still keeps wafting out.
I just can't do it. I just can't. At least, not yet.
I also appreciate all of the comments you sent to me about my military pictures. For some reason, two of the pictures did not come through, and I DO NOT WANT TO FORGET THEM! Hence:
Brendan and Paul - sons of Kerry's brother, Chris
Wilson - brother of Kerry's father, Orson. A special story about him is featured in our church curriculum:
Begin class by sharing the following experience of Wilson P. Lauritzen:
“We were fighting in the ‘Battle of the Bulge’ near the town of Ammonius, Belgium. By that time the Germans were on the defensive. We had just succeeded in cutting off or surrounding a sector of the German line. They were surrendering in large numbers. As we were disarming the soldiers, one of them said to me in broken English: ‘Would you know if there are any Mormon soldiers in your unit?’ I replied, ‘Yes, I am a Mormon.’ He asked, ‘Do you hold the priesthood?’ ‘Yes, I do,’ I answered. ‘I was married in the temple.’ ‘Would you be so kind as to come with me to that shell hole over there and administer to my buddy? He is pretty well shaken up, and pretty badly wounded.’ Of course I consented to go. We found that his buddy was in a bad condition and was suffering much pain. Then the two of us, who a few short hours before had been on opposite sides in the bitter struggle, knelt down and administered to the wounded lad. And as we did so, I felt the spirit of the Lord very strongly. I know that that feeling was shared by them, too. As we finished, the litter-bearers were there. We lifted the broken body to the stretcher. Then our ways parted: the wounded boy was taken to the hospital; the German soldier was sent back with the other prisoners, and I went on with my other duties” (as quoted by Spencer W. Kimball, in Albert L. Zobell, Jr., Storyteller’s Scrapbook [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1948], pp. 112–13).
Plus, I also forgot the birthday of Reed Jarvis, the newest member of the extended Lauritzen family. He's the lucky man who married Kerry's sister, Joy in April. His birthday: Jun 1.
Have a wonderful week!
Miss P
I took a shower last night and never have gotten dry.
The past couple of weeks have been easy and relaxing for us. Kerry and I still work at the temple every Friday, and he even pulled an extra day yesterday. We don't go out every day, but we do combine trips when we do. We love going to Farmer's Markets, ice cream socials, etc. We even did a day trip through Pennsylvania a couple of weeks ago. It was just beautiful.
There has been an epidemic of gout. First, Jean had it - then, Jordan - then, me. It is so painful - and there's no pain medication that I've ever taken that even touches it. I used to think just old me who drank a lot got it. I was wrong.
My back continues to plague me. If you'll remember, I re-injured it when we ran over a rough bump in the road in Kentucky. I was sitting over the wheel well in the back of my sister's van, and I took the brunt of the hit. Most nights, I'm going to sleep on the heating pad and taking more pain medication than I did after surgery.
But, life is still good. I don't want to just sit around complaining when I really have had a good and wonderful life.
I appreciate many of you asking how I'm doing in regard to coping with Peter's death. Please don't ever be afraid to ask. Some days are better than others. For some strange reason, I find that it's more difficult now than it was right after his death. What I wouldn't give to hear his voice again!
I still have his suitcase and belongings downstairs. I've tried to go through them on three different occasions - and I just can't do it. There's something final about the process. Plus, his scent still keeps wafting out.
I just can't do it. I just can't. At least, not yet.
I also appreciate all of the comments you sent to me about my military pictures. For some reason, two of the pictures did not come through, and I DO NOT WANT TO FORGET THEM! Hence:
Brendan and Paul - sons of Kerry's brother, Chris
Wilson - brother of Kerry's father, Orson. A special story about him is featured in our church curriculum:
Begin class by sharing the following experience of Wilson P. Lauritzen:
“We were fighting in the ‘Battle of the Bulge’ near the town of Ammonius, Belgium. By that time the Germans were on the defensive. We had just succeeded in cutting off or surrounding a sector of the German line. They were surrendering in large numbers. As we were disarming the soldiers, one of them said to me in broken English: ‘Would you know if there are any Mormon soldiers in your unit?’ I replied, ‘Yes, I am a Mormon.’ He asked, ‘Do you hold the priesthood?’ ‘Yes, I do,’ I answered. ‘I was married in the temple.’ ‘Would you be so kind as to come with me to that shell hole over there and administer to my buddy? He is pretty well shaken up, and pretty badly wounded.’ Of course I consented to go. We found that his buddy was in a bad condition and was suffering much pain. Then the two of us, who a few short hours before had been on opposite sides in the bitter struggle, knelt down and administered to the wounded lad. And as we did so, I felt the spirit of the Lord very strongly. I know that that feeling was shared by them, too. As we finished, the litter-bearers were there. We lifted the broken body to the stretcher. Then our ways parted: the wounded boy was taken to the hospital; the German soldier was sent back with the other prisoners, and I went on with my other duties” (as quoted by Spencer W. Kimball, in Albert L. Zobell, Jr., Storyteller’s Scrapbook [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1948], pp. 112–13).
Plus, I also forgot the birthday of Reed Jarvis, the newest member of the extended Lauritzen family. He's the lucky man who married Kerry's sister, Joy in April. His birthday: Jun 1.
Have a wonderful week!
Miss P
Monday, May 31, 2010
Heroes
What an eventful week, for sure!
Tuesday morning, Fern and Jim and Betty arrived bright and early so we could load up and go to Kentucky for a much-needed genealogy trip. It's getting just a little bit harder for us to go - we've all had some physical ailments that limit us.
Betty had been fighting a head cold for the past few days, but was past the contagious phase. She got chilled very easily, so she put on everything she could find in the van to try to keep herself warm - a scarf, three towels, a hat, a pillow, etc...
I told her she looked like Juan Valdez - that guy leading a mule picking coffee beans.
While I was on my way to Kentucky, Kerry was on his way to the foot doctor to have his ugly, blackened toenail looked at. They are probably going to be able to save it, but it requires some TLC - soaking, wrapping, etc.
We spent time with my aunt and uncle, who live in Olive Hill, KY. The whole area is recovering from some pretty horrendous flooding. We were all so worried about them when the flooding hit the national news. They were able to get their cattle up to the top of the hill on one side of the holler. Water came clear across the bottomland into their son's house. Considering the fact that their health hasn't been the best, they did a good job hanging onto what they have.
This is my mom's last living brother. She was the oldest of a family of mostly boys - she had one little sister who died at the age of three. My uncle lives in the house my grandfather built. There are now five generations that have lived on this rich property. Betty and I walked around and took some pictures and she reminisced about the times she played in the trees and splashed in the creek as a young girl with Fern and Jean. She wouldn't dream of stepping into that creek now.
We also admired my aunt's garden. These Kentucky women grow gardens like Jack and the Beanstalk.
This was my last glance at my uncle, going back towards the tobacco barn where my mom taught me to shoot. It tugged at my heart, for you never know when you say goodbye... Well, you know the rest.
We took them to lunch. Betty and I climbed into the back of the van so my aunt and uncle could get in without having to crawl. As we headed to a neighboring town, we ran over a bump that stretched all the way across the road. You truly couldn't see it until you had gone over it. Because I was sitting on the wheel well, I really felt it. I was picked up and slammed as hard as if I had fallen onto the floor. My back immediately began to hurt - my back that has just been perfect since my surgery in December.
I knew something was amiss.
I hurt while working at the temple, and had to leave early to get into the doctor's office. An x-ray showed no breakage, but it looks like I'll have to have an MRI. I'm back to wearing my brace, taking pain meds, and gimping around.
Church was good today, as usual. I was so happy to see some friends from the past again - Rachael Martin and her mother, Linda. Earlier this year, Rachael's little baby had died, and I felt like anything I said over the internet just sounded so lame. She and I talked for quite awhile, for we both knows what it feels like to lose a son. Ours and hers were just a couple of weeks apart.
I received many comments when I honored the military people in Kerry's and my family on Veteran's Day, and I feel it appropriate to do the same thing again. Many have served - a few have died in combat. But, we honor and appreciate them all. Let's begin:
Kerry's dad - Orson - served in WWII in the Navy
My dad - Chester - served in WWII in the Navy - worked with liquid oxygen at Pearl Harbor.
Kerry's brother - Bill - who died in Germany in a Jeep accident at age 19 - 1965 (Kerry was 13 at the time)
Kerry's brother - Steve - who served in Viet Nam
Kerry's brothers - Lt. Col Kelly Lauritzen (Army) and Col. Chris Lauritzen (Air Force)
Kerry's sister - Charm - I believe she was with the National Guard (Charm, correct me if I'm wrong)
Fern's husband - Jim - who served in the Navy
Betty's husband - Pete - who served in the Air Force
Our own children - Harmony and Jordan - both served in the Army
Son Erik - who served in the Army
My mom's brother - Richard (Dick) - he served in the Army. He's the one we just visited this past week.
Another one of my mom's brothers - Thearl - served in WWII.
Dad's brother - Charles - served in WWII.
Will Walker - one of my dad's cousins - served in the Navy.
Edd Walker - father of the boy above and my father's uncle - served in WWI
The WWII Memorial in Manila, Phillipines - one of my mother's cousins is buried there and his name is on the wall.
Thomas Clemens - my dad's nephew and my cousin - served in the Navy.
Vaughn Kent Lauritzen - Kerry's uncle - served in WWII.
Jack Monihan - Kerry's uncle who served in the Navy.
Robert Stephens - my mother's g-grandfather - served in the Civil War.
Dr. Thomas Walker - who led and fought into the area west of the Allegheny Mountains. We believe we may be a shirttail relative.
Mom's g-grandfather - who served in the Civil War.
One of my dad's ancestors.
Corb - my mom's father - registered with the WWI draft, but didn't have to serve.
Richard - my dad's father who registered with the WWI draft, but never had to serve.
I am so grateful for these men and women who faithfully and willing served during times of peace and during times of war. I salute them always. And I will post all of these pictures and many more, as I find them - at least twice a year.
Flag that was flying over the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii when we were there in 2006.
In June, we wish a happy birthday to:
David - son of Kerry's brother, David WHO'S GETTING MARRIED IN JUNE!!!! - June 3
Content - Kerry's sister - June 5
Miss Debbie - our Florida friend - June 10
Justin - son of my sister, Betty - June 16
Marion - wife of Kerry's brother, Kelly - June 17
Melody - dau of Kerry's sister, Content - June 20
Erik! - our SON!!! - June 27
And a happy anniversary to:
Kelly & Marion - Kerry's brother and s-i-l - who have decided on a NEW anniversary, since there is so much stuff going on around their traditional one - June 21
Jean & Earl - my sister and b-i-l - June 25
Tuesday morning, Fern and Jim and Betty arrived bright and early so we could load up and go to Kentucky for a much-needed genealogy trip. It's getting just a little bit harder for us to go - we've all had some physical ailments that limit us.
Betty had been fighting a head cold for the past few days, but was past the contagious phase. She got chilled very easily, so she put on everything she could find in the van to try to keep herself warm - a scarf, three towels, a hat, a pillow, etc...
I told her she looked like Juan Valdez - that guy leading a mule picking coffee beans.
While I was on my way to Kentucky, Kerry was on his way to the foot doctor to have his ugly, blackened toenail looked at. They are probably going to be able to save it, but it requires some TLC - soaking, wrapping, etc.
We spent time with my aunt and uncle, who live in Olive Hill, KY. The whole area is recovering from some pretty horrendous flooding. We were all so worried about them when the flooding hit the national news. They were able to get their cattle up to the top of the hill on one side of the holler. Water came clear across the bottomland into their son's house. Considering the fact that their health hasn't been the best, they did a good job hanging onto what they have.
This is my mom's last living brother. She was the oldest of a family of mostly boys - she had one little sister who died at the age of three. My uncle lives in the house my grandfather built. There are now five generations that have lived on this rich property. Betty and I walked around and took some pictures and she reminisced about the times she played in the trees and splashed in the creek as a young girl with Fern and Jean. She wouldn't dream of stepping into that creek now.
We also admired my aunt's garden. These Kentucky women grow gardens like Jack and the Beanstalk.
This was my last glance at my uncle, going back towards the tobacco barn where my mom taught me to shoot. It tugged at my heart, for you never know when you say goodbye... Well, you know the rest.
We took them to lunch. Betty and I climbed into the back of the van so my aunt and uncle could get in without having to crawl. As we headed to a neighboring town, we ran over a bump that stretched all the way across the road. You truly couldn't see it until you had gone over it. Because I was sitting on the wheel well, I really felt it. I was picked up and slammed as hard as if I had fallen onto the floor. My back immediately began to hurt - my back that has just been perfect since my surgery in December.
I knew something was amiss.
I hurt while working at the temple, and had to leave early to get into the doctor's office. An x-ray showed no breakage, but it looks like I'll have to have an MRI. I'm back to wearing my brace, taking pain meds, and gimping around.
Church was good today, as usual. I was so happy to see some friends from the past again - Rachael Martin and her mother, Linda. Earlier this year, Rachael's little baby had died, and I felt like anything I said over the internet just sounded so lame. She and I talked for quite awhile, for we both knows what it feels like to lose a son. Ours and hers were just a couple of weeks apart.
I received many comments when I honored the military people in Kerry's and my family on Veteran's Day, and I feel it appropriate to do the same thing again. Many have served - a few have died in combat. But, we honor and appreciate them all. Let's begin:
Kerry's dad - Orson - served in WWII in the Navy
My dad - Chester - served in WWII in the Navy - worked with liquid oxygen at Pearl Harbor.
Kerry's brother - Bill - who died in Germany in a Jeep accident at age 19 - 1965 (Kerry was 13 at the time)
Kerry's brother - Steve - who served in Viet Nam
Kerry's brothers - Lt. Col Kelly Lauritzen (Army) and Col. Chris Lauritzen (Air Force)
Kerry's sister - Charm - I believe she was with the National Guard (Charm, correct me if I'm wrong)
Fern's husband - Jim - who served in the Navy
Betty's husband - Pete - who served in the Air Force
Our own children - Harmony and Jordan - both served in the Army
Son Erik - who served in the Army
My mom's brother - Richard (Dick) - he served in the Army. He's the one we just visited this past week.
Another one of my mom's brothers - Thearl - served in WWII.
Dad's brother - Charles - served in WWII.
Will Walker - one of my dad's cousins - served in the Navy.
Edd Walker - father of the boy above and my father's uncle - served in WWI
The WWII Memorial in Manila, Phillipines - one of my mother's cousins is buried there and his name is on the wall.
Thomas Clemens - my dad's nephew and my cousin - served in the Navy.
Vaughn Kent Lauritzen - Kerry's uncle - served in WWII.
Jack Monihan - Kerry's uncle who served in the Navy.
Robert Stephens - my mother's g-grandfather - served in the Civil War.
Dr. Thomas Walker - who led and fought into the area west of the Allegheny Mountains. We believe we may be a shirttail relative.
Mom's g-grandfather - who served in the Civil War.
One of my dad's ancestors.
Corb - my mom's father - registered with the WWI draft, but didn't have to serve.
Richard - my dad's father who registered with the WWI draft, but never had to serve.
I am so grateful for these men and women who faithfully and willing served during times of peace and during times of war. I salute them always. And I will post all of these pictures and many more, as I find them - at least twice a year.
Flag that was flying over the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii when we were there in 2006.
In June, we wish a happy birthday to:
David - son of Kerry's brother, David WHO'S GETTING MARRIED IN JUNE!!!! - June 3
Content - Kerry's sister - June 5
Miss Debbie - our Florida friend - June 10
Justin - son of my sister, Betty - June 16
Marion - wife of Kerry's brother, Kelly - June 17
Melody - dau of Kerry's sister, Content - June 20
Erik! - our SON!!! - June 27
And a happy anniversary to:
Kelly & Marion - Kerry's brother and s-i-l - who have decided on a NEW anniversary, since there is so much stuff going on around their traditional one - June 21
Jean & Earl - my sister and b-i-l - June 25
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Making Waves~~~~~~~~
Kerry and I are old.
After a week of never-ending cold and rain, it finally stopped long enough for us to go out and tackle some of the weeds in our front flower garden. They are always much easier to pull after it rains.
We pulled, tugged, wallowed around trying to get both up and down, grunted, groaned, and generally remembered the scriptures that state that weeds and thorns and thistles are generally here to afflict and torment man. And woman.
Eddie was going crazy. I tied up on a leg of the picnic table where he chewed grass. Soon, I felt something hit me in the back. It was a clod of dirt! He went nuts digging and generally being a dog. It doesn't matter how pedigreed they are, they are still just a dog.
Kerry and I were both sore the next day, but we prepared to get him ready to go on a trip with some of the men from church. For years, they have been going to different places for camping and whitewater rafting. He has never gotten to go, for he always worked on Saturdays. But this year, he's RETIRED!
We assembled food and equipment and he was ready to go. They all went in one van - Spencer Walker and his son, Alex, Glen Keck and his grandson, Hayden, Earnie Mosier and Kerry.
I had the house to myself - again!
Kerry called that evening. The name of the place in Pennsylvania was Ohiopyle. I had him repeat it to me three or four times. Finally, I told him to spell it for me. Ohiopyle? Do a google search - it's on there. I just kept thinking what an insult to Ohio with such a name as that.
Friday, while at the temple, I got a phone call from Kerry. There is a 70-mile trail that some of the others had hiked in different segments. The first seven miles are the worst. He had developed really severe leg cramps after the first several miles (which are ten times what I could have covered!), and he couldn't go on. He couldn't reach the others, they couldn't reach each other, but they all could reach me. And, I could reach them. Good grief. My official assignment at the temple is that of "Coordinator". So, I coordinate at the temple and I coordinate hikes. I got word to the one at base camp, who picked him up a few more miles down the road.
That evening, they all enjoyed steaks and baked potatoes cooked over the fire. Yum-yum!
The next day was whitewater rafting. Now that's where I draw the line. Water and I just don't agree much. I'm even nervous when I rinse my hair. It must have been quite a wild ride, but Kerry said he would do it again - even after falling out twice!
Kerry, Glen Keck and grandson Hayden, Alex Walker and dad Spencer, Earnie Mosier
Kerry is in the second boat, back left.
One of the river guides who kayaked around rescuing people.
I'm not sure what it would take for me to go on one of these trips. Kerry is already talking about next year, when he plans on trekking another part of the trail.
When he arrived home, Eddie went ballistic. There's nothing more boring than a droopy dog. Kerry proceeded to show me his injuries, including his feet. His big toe looked awful. Years ago, when he and Jordan hiked at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico, he came back with the same ugly feet. Both he and Jordan had toenails that had turned black. We got them into the foot doctor, and he told them exactly what had happened. It comes from going downhill and jamming the toenail back into the nail bed. We may be at the doctor's again this week for the same thing. (Remember that, Jordan?)
I forgot to mention that last week at Stake Conference, I had some great reunions with old friends. Two were "kids" that I grew up with - Gretchen Keck and her brother, Steve. (Kelly, these are siblings of Gary). It was SO good to see them and do some catching up.
Another one was David Rogers. When he and his family lived here, he was quite the spunky little red-haired kid. He is now a big red-haired man - and a pediatric ophthamologist. He works for Children's Hospital in Columbus, and takes care of newborns and premies at Riverside - right where baby Justin was born! He does eye exams on these little guys to check for any problems - and probably checked Justin, as well.
Two years ago at this time, I was in Riverside with a bowel obstruction. One of the nurses who took care of me at night was a huge black man that scared me to death the first time I saw him. Oh, my! I was delirious anyway, but I nearly shot into orbit when he came in with all of this ugly medical equipment. But, he had the kindest demeanor and gentle voice. I asked if this work is what he was going to continue to do. He said he was the first in his family to graduate from high school, and was now in college. He would be the first to graduate with an advanced degree. I asked him what he wanted to go into.
Pediatric ophthamology.
David said he is now their chief resident.
I'm telling you, this world gets smaller and smaller.
I'll have more adventures next week, for I'm leaving for Kentucky with my sisters for more genealogy...
Love ya!
Miss P
After a week of never-ending cold and rain, it finally stopped long enough for us to go out and tackle some of the weeds in our front flower garden. They are always much easier to pull after it rains.
We pulled, tugged, wallowed around trying to get both up and down, grunted, groaned, and generally remembered the scriptures that state that weeds and thorns and thistles are generally here to afflict and torment man. And woman.
Eddie was going crazy. I tied up on a leg of the picnic table where he chewed grass. Soon, I felt something hit me in the back. It was a clod of dirt! He went nuts digging and generally being a dog. It doesn't matter how pedigreed they are, they are still just a dog.
Kerry and I were both sore the next day, but we prepared to get him ready to go on a trip with some of the men from church. For years, they have been going to different places for camping and whitewater rafting. He has never gotten to go, for he always worked on Saturdays. But this year, he's RETIRED!
We assembled food and equipment and he was ready to go. They all went in one van - Spencer Walker and his son, Alex, Glen Keck and his grandson, Hayden, Earnie Mosier and Kerry.
I had the house to myself - again!
Kerry called that evening. The name of the place in Pennsylvania was Ohiopyle. I had him repeat it to me three or four times. Finally, I told him to spell it for me. Ohiopyle? Do a google search - it's on there. I just kept thinking what an insult to Ohio with such a name as that.
Friday, while at the temple, I got a phone call from Kerry. There is a 70-mile trail that some of the others had hiked in different segments. The first seven miles are the worst. He had developed really severe leg cramps after the first several miles (which are ten times what I could have covered!), and he couldn't go on. He couldn't reach the others, they couldn't reach each other, but they all could reach me. And, I could reach them. Good grief. My official assignment at the temple is that of "Coordinator". So, I coordinate at the temple and I coordinate hikes. I got word to the one at base camp, who picked him up a few more miles down the road.
That evening, they all enjoyed steaks and baked potatoes cooked over the fire. Yum-yum!
The next day was whitewater rafting. Now that's where I draw the line. Water and I just don't agree much. I'm even nervous when I rinse my hair. It must have been quite a wild ride, but Kerry said he would do it again - even after falling out twice!
Kerry, Glen Keck and grandson Hayden, Alex Walker and dad Spencer, Earnie Mosier
Kerry is in the second boat, back left.
One of the river guides who kayaked around rescuing people.
I'm not sure what it would take for me to go on one of these trips. Kerry is already talking about next year, when he plans on trekking another part of the trail.
When he arrived home, Eddie went ballistic. There's nothing more boring than a droopy dog. Kerry proceeded to show me his injuries, including his feet. His big toe looked awful. Years ago, when he and Jordan hiked at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico, he came back with the same ugly feet. Both he and Jordan had toenails that had turned black. We got them into the foot doctor, and he told them exactly what had happened. It comes from going downhill and jamming the toenail back into the nail bed. We may be at the doctor's again this week for the same thing. (Remember that, Jordan?)
I forgot to mention that last week at Stake Conference, I had some great reunions with old friends. Two were "kids" that I grew up with - Gretchen Keck and her brother, Steve. (Kelly, these are siblings of Gary). It was SO good to see them and do some catching up.
Another one was David Rogers. When he and his family lived here, he was quite the spunky little red-haired kid. He is now a big red-haired man - and a pediatric ophthamologist. He works for Children's Hospital in Columbus, and takes care of newborns and premies at Riverside - right where baby Justin was born! He does eye exams on these little guys to check for any problems - and probably checked Justin, as well.
Two years ago at this time, I was in Riverside with a bowel obstruction. One of the nurses who took care of me at night was a huge black man that scared me to death the first time I saw him. Oh, my! I was delirious anyway, but I nearly shot into orbit when he came in with all of this ugly medical equipment. But, he had the kindest demeanor and gentle voice. I asked if this work is what he was going to continue to do. He said he was the first in his family to graduate from high school, and was now in college. He would be the first to graduate with an advanced degree. I asked him what he wanted to go into.
Pediatric ophthamology.
David said he is now their chief resident.
I'm telling you, this world gets smaller and smaller.
I'll have more adventures next week, for I'm leaving for Kentucky with my sisters for more genealogy...
Love ya!
Miss P
Monday, May 17, 2010
Cold and wet and dreary and a day late!
Oh, I'm so cold! It's been wet and dreary all day, and my bones ache! I've got my laptop on my lap to keep warm...
Kerry and I are having the best time as retired people. Well, at least he retired. I'm just kind of doing what I've always done. We plan our trips so we don't waste gas, we are careful with what we buy - but we've always done that, too. People have asked me if I'm tired of him yet. No, not yet - but the day isn't over yet...
Last week was full of some good activities. Kerry went to Relief Society with me on Tuesday evening. Brother (Doctor) Drake is a cardiologist here in Mansfield, and he specifically spoke on heart disease that evening. When he would mention certain foods or activities we should stay away from, or incorporate into our lives, Kerry would just kind of look at me and smile. For the past few years we've been doing most of those things. We still have some improving to do, but we're trying.
On Thursday, I took Alice Graves to a number of places. She had both of her feet operated on a week earlier - they removed four neuromas (tumors) from one, and repaired severe plantar fasciitis on her other. It had broken off two bone spurs on the heel, and she had been walking on them. The doctor said things were looking quite well - and she has had no pain. Well, she did have a little bit one day, but ibuprofen took it away. I also took her to run some errands, and we celebrated her birthday at Porky's. I used to be jealous because her birthday was before mine. I'm not jealous anymore.
Thursday, we ran to Columbus for a quick trip to my doctor. It has now been two years since I had a bowel obstruction that nearly did me in, and I must be checked every few months. I am so afraid I will have the same thing happen to me again - and it could.
Friday night was a night filled with the good smell of chili. It was our annual chili cookoff at church, plus a dessert auction. It's always great fun.
For some reason, I was absolutely exhausted on Saturday. I had no umph at all. But, we did go to Columbus again (for the third day in a row) for Stake Conference. Oh, it was excellent, as was the meeting at our building on Sunday. I felt uplifted and ready to meet my challenges.
On Sunday evening, I received some sad, sad news. Years ago, we had a family that lived here in Mansfield with the cutest kids. One of the little boys fell on a stick and was blind in his left eye. He was so adorable. He later had a prosthesis in that eye.
On facebook, I received a notice from his mother that he was missing in Montana, and that the whole family needed our prayers. This is what I received Sunday evening:
Marlene Morris Kaufman Stapleton
My precious child, Michael, has returned to our Father in Heaven. A fisherman found Mike's body on a sand bar in the river near his home in Whitehall, MT. today. I am so thankful we have been blessed with Michael's sweet spirit for almost 42 years. He would be 42, June 8. I am so grateful we always, freely expressed our love for each other each ... See Moretime we spoke by phone or in person. He truly lived for his four children, Kori, Kaleb, Kaiden, and Kolbe and had a love for them like no other. Please continue to keep his children and my other children in your prayers. Bill, Jr., Malena, and Adrienne are also devastated. Thank all of you for your love, prayers, fasting, concern, and friendship.
As a mother, my heart goes out to her. I know exactly how she feels.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
Kerry and I are having the best time as retired people. Well, at least he retired. I'm just kind of doing what I've always done. We plan our trips so we don't waste gas, we are careful with what we buy - but we've always done that, too. People have asked me if I'm tired of him yet. No, not yet - but the day isn't over yet...
Last week was full of some good activities. Kerry went to Relief Society with me on Tuesday evening. Brother (Doctor) Drake is a cardiologist here in Mansfield, and he specifically spoke on heart disease that evening. When he would mention certain foods or activities we should stay away from, or incorporate into our lives, Kerry would just kind of look at me and smile. For the past few years we've been doing most of those things. We still have some improving to do, but we're trying.
On Thursday, I took Alice Graves to a number of places. She had both of her feet operated on a week earlier - they removed four neuromas (tumors) from one, and repaired severe plantar fasciitis on her other. It had broken off two bone spurs on the heel, and she had been walking on them. The doctor said things were looking quite well - and she has had no pain. Well, she did have a little bit one day, but ibuprofen took it away. I also took her to run some errands, and we celebrated her birthday at Porky's. I used to be jealous because her birthday was before mine. I'm not jealous anymore.
Thursday, we ran to Columbus for a quick trip to my doctor. It has now been two years since I had a bowel obstruction that nearly did me in, and I must be checked every few months. I am so afraid I will have the same thing happen to me again - and it could.
Friday night was a night filled with the good smell of chili. It was our annual chili cookoff at church, plus a dessert auction. It's always great fun.
For some reason, I was absolutely exhausted on Saturday. I had no umph at all. But, we did go to Columbus again (for the third day in a row) for Stake Conference. Oh, it was excellent, as was the meeting at our building on Sunday. I felt uplifted and ready to meet my challenges.
On Sunday evening, I received some sad, sad news. Years ago, we had a family that lived here in Mansfield with the cutest kids. One of the little boys fell on a stick and was blind in his left eye. He was so adorable. He later had a prosthesis in that eye.
On facebook, I received a notice from his mother that he was missing in Montana, and that the whole family needed our prayers. This is what I received Sunday evening:
Marlene Morris Kaufman Stapleton
My precious child, Michael, has returned to our Father in Heaven. A fisherman found Mike's body on a sand bar in the river near his home in Whitehall, MT. today. I am so thankful we have been blessed with Michael's sweet spirit for almost 42 years. He would be 42, June 8. I am so grateful we always, freely expressed our love for each other each ... See Moretime we spoke by phone or in person. He truly lived for his four children, Kori, Kaleb, Kaiden, and Kolbe and had a love for them like no other. Please continue to keep his children and my other children in your prayers. Bill, Jr., Malena, and Adrienne are also devastated. Thank all of you for your love, prayers, fasting, concern, and friendship.
As a mother, my heart goes out to her. I know exactly how she feels.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
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