Friday, November 14, 2014

Month of Gratitude


 I am eternally grateful to my sister Donna who has taken such wonderful care of our mother for the last many years.  My dad died in 2000 and she helped care for him too, so she's been "on the job" for a long while.   She pays close attention to all the details that make life pleasant and purposeful for Mom.  She loves everyone, and usually puts others ahead of herself.

My mom often says, "I couldn't be here and live in my own home this way if it were not for Donna."

Amen to that!

And thank you Donna!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Month of Gratitude


I don't have albums full of photos, but I do have some "snapshots" of my life.


I appear to have taken random photos at random moments.  I actually have thought of many times when I wish I'd had a photo of some event or item.  I don't even have photos of our kids on their first day of kindergarten - except Noah - and I think Linda took that one! 


But I love the photos I do have hanging around from years past - and so I am grateful for cameras - and the photos they take that help keep us connected to the past.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Month of Gratitude


This summer, Eliza indulged my whim and found the grave of F. Scott Fitzgerald, so we went and visited.  (His wife and daughter are also buried there.)  I have read every book he's published, and I enjoy his writing.  (I used to pick authors and then read everything they wrote!  I kind of do that now, but not as often.)

I'm so glad that somewhere along the line, I came to love reading and literature and words and writing.  I "accidentally" became an English major - and I'm glad about that too!  (My roommate Pat said, "What are you majoring in?"  And I said, "Oh, I don't know, what's a major?"  She said, "Well, what did you take in high school?"  I said that I'd taken a lot of math but didn't think I wanted to major in math.  I said I'd taken Latin, but I was pretty sure I didn't want to major in Latin.  Then I said I'd always wanted to learn French, so maybe I should major in French.  She said, "Language majors are too hard.  How about English?"  And that's how it happened!)

I love a good book!  So thankful for books and libraries and reading - and my Kindle!!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Month of Gratitude

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

The above poem was written by John McRae, who was a doctor in World War I.  He ended up being asked to conduct a funeral - on the battlefield - because the chaplain was busy elsewhere.  It is believed that that night he began the draft that eventually became this poem.

I think about it every year on Veteran's Day - I am not a believer in war - "proclaim peace, not war" is my mantra. But soldiers who have died defending us deserve our undying respect and honor.  I believe this poem exhorts us to do our best to make sure no one dies in vain.

I am grateful today for those who have given their all - and those who have served and continue to serve to defend and protect us all.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Month of Gratitude


While we were in Utah, Leslie arranged things so that my mother's good friend Kay Gavin could come and visit.
 

Kay's daughter Nancy and Leslie have been good friends since junior high.  Leslie introduced Nancy to the gospel and later Nancy's parents joined too.  Nancy married and settled in Utah and after her father's death, her mom joined her there.

Before she moved away, Kay became ill and needed care.  So she came and stayed with our family,  and Mom cared for her.  That truly cemented their friendship.

Over the years we have all maintained contact, so seeing them was a treat for everyone.  Kay is 96, and it took both Charlie and Nancy to get her mom in the door and settled down.  But I wish I'd had a video camera - or at least thought to take a video with my iPad.  Mom was sitting on the couch, and when Kay got near enough, she flung her arms around Mom and squealed delightedly, "Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!"  It was wonderful to behold.  And they visited for a goodly long time!  (It had been years since they'd seen each other.)
 

I have wonderful friends. One especially who goes "way back" is Joy.  Summer of 2013 we managed to meet up in St. George.  Joy squealed almost as delightedly as Kay did.  (I guess I'm not a squealer!  But I was very happy to see her.)

I am eternally grateful for friendship and all it has meant in my life!


Sunday, November 09, 2014

Month of Gratitude


I come from a large family.  Family gatherings have not always historically been peaceful.  We have all followed different paths, had different experiences, and we are separated by age also.  The youngest child in a family of 12 might feel more like a nephew sometimes.

So at  first I was concerned that if we were all together for such an emotion filled weekend, there might be misunderstandings or dissension.  I should not have worried, because having us all there together created love and unity.  It was a good experience, and our attendance brought a measure of peace to Richard and Julie.

I'm grateful for lessons learned!

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Month of Gratitude


Today we are all in attendance at my niece Robynn's funeral.  We were all together in 2000 for my dad's funeral.  And we were all together in 2010 for my mom's 90th birthday.  

Sometimes it's tough to have so many siblings.  The more people you have in a group, the greater the chance for conflict or disagreements.  But when times are tough, there is nothing quite like having a crowd with you to circle those wagons and get through the trial.

I am grateful for my siblings - all 11 of them!

Friday, November 07, 2014

Month of Gratitude


Today is my dad's birthday.  He was born on November 7, 1916 - the day Woodrow Wilson was elected president.  He told us that every year - and now I do too.  Some things are worth repeating.

I am grateful to have had such a loving and supportive dad.  Not everyone is so fortunate.  We live in a world where many kids don't have much contact with their dads - and may not even know who or where they are.

Thanks, Dad!

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Month of Gratitude


In my early married years, I always wore aprons.  Then they sort of went out of vogue, so I didn't wear them as often.  Then they came into vogue with a vengeance, and they are still in fashion.  And I usually wear them - especially on Sundays when dinner is at our house.  And since I have such an extensive wardrobe of aprons, I need to wear them or they stare at me accusingly!

I love to make and give aprons away too.  They always seem to be appreciated, and that is one of the perks of making them.  I love to browse through fabric stores looking for great apron material.  And I love to sew them and watch old movies on my portable DVD player - it's a great way to pass an otherwise empty evening and not feel abandoned.

I am truly grateful for aprons and all they represent in my life!!

Wednesday, November 05, 2014


Eve came home excited and happy this evening after a YW activity.  I am so grateful that my daughters and granddaughters love Young Women.  It certainly wasn't the program it is now when I was in Young Women, but I loved it then.  And I love it now.

I'm grateful that there has always been a place for girls to grow and develop into wonderful women.  I loved being a Beehive, a Mia Maid, and a Laurel.  I loved seeing my daughters go through the program.  I love watching them work in the program in their own wards.  I loved serving in the Young Women as an advisor, a counselor, a ward president and a stake counselor in the YW presidency, and of course I always loved Girls' Camp.

A caveat here:  In Centerville, Utah, while I was still pretty young, I served as Camp Director and as Mia Maid advisor.  I had less than sterling experiences.  But I love that I survived the experiences so that I could do a better job later on!!

So grateful for the Young Women programs!!

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Month of Gratitude


We don't really have fall in California - at least it's not a very distinct season.  The leaves turn, but slowly.  They drop too, but that's slow also.  Flowers die, but in SoCal new ones are always coming up. 

The mornings are cool and crisp - sometimes even chilly if you get up early enough.  And when the sun goes down, so does the temperature.  These things matter because we continue to have hot, hot days throughout the fall months.  And someone once pointed out to me that if you have shorter days, you are experiencing less heat!!

I have spent most of my life relating fall to school - starting, Back-to-School Night, colorful bulletin boards.  But now that I'm retired, it still feels fallish and school is not part of the mix!

Maybe I like the idea of old things going, winter coming, the promise of spring.  Or maybe it has more to do with holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year"s!

But I am grateful for fall - it does seem like the year's last, loveliest smile!

Month of gratitude


Monday the 3rd we received the news that my sweet niece Robynn had died in a horrific car accident in Utah.  Monday the third was also the 1st birthday of our sweet granddaughter Rhoda.  The spectrum of life never seemed more dramatic to me.

I'm already behind in my gratitude posts, but I am truly grateful for the plan of happiness, the plan of salvation that binds us together as families forever.

Robynn's brother Ryan posted the above photo of him with his sister.  Grateful for familial love that is here for us on earth - part of the great plan of happiness.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

A month of gratitude


Today was Fast Sunday, which means that I fasted, paid a fast offering, and attended Fast and Testimony meeting.  It's what I've done for at least the last 61 years, since I was baptized at 8 years of age.

And I am grateful for practices and principles that I have observed as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I am grateful that there have always been safe parameters to guide me in the directions my life has taken.

I'm not sure how I would have chosen without that guidance and direction.  So I am grateful for the guidance that defines me and my life.

Saturday, November 01, 2014

A month of gratitude


Checking the blogs, I saw that Eliza had resumed her yearly habit of posting a note of gratitude each day in November.  I can't even remember if I did that last year or any year, but decided to try it this year anyway!

As I was driving home from the market today,  I noted the dark clouds banked over the San Gabriels, and I thought about how today I am truly feeling thankful for the rain!  Not sure what has prompted this response, but there could be a few reasons.

First of all, we just got back from a road trip up to Oregon.  Along the way, it's pretty obvious that we are in a drought.  Fields are dry, lakes are low, and in the farming regions, there are signs galore pointing out the drought conditions!

Also, while we were at Phoebe's, it rained just about every day - and it was glorious!!  So green and fresh as we walked along the forest trails that border Phoebe's home!

I am so grateful for the rain!!

(The above photo was the only "rain" photo in my collection - when it rained, Andrew and Noah loved to go out and stand in it with their ponchos and umbrellas.)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Halloweens now and then!









Some classic Halloween shots over the years - and even a Halloween Christmas for your viewing pleasure!!

Every year I fantasize about some very cool Halloween costume.  I never get past just thinking about it.

Someday - maybe!!

Monday, October 06, 2014

You'd think I'd had enough of "the teacher wars!"


Even if you are not a teacher,  this book would be interesting to you I think.  The first couple of chapters just about teaching in the United States was fascinating - I'm wondering why they don't go over this when you are earning your credential!

At the point where I am now, they are giving the history of the unionization of teachers - and that is a pretty checkered past!  Of course, women's suffrage and women's rights - as well as the civil rights movement - figure heavily in the story.

It's a book you can pick up or put down, but it's worth the read.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

What I'm reading - actually what I just finished reading!


Eliza and Hannah have recommended this book to me - so I got it on my Kindle and read it this week.  I wold love to discuss it with my daughters - I imagine we'd have an invigorating discussion.

Years ago, I subscribed to Exponent II, a modern take on the old Exponent that was published for years for mostly Utah Mormon women.  At the time, I think I felt a little isolated emotionally from many of the women around me. It seemed that I didn't have others around me who read the same books I did or had the same concerns I did.  Exponent II became that circle of friends.  In addition to writing about issues that concerned me, I found myself exploring issues I'd never even thought about.  

Reading the magazine opened up avenues to books, articles, poetry, and true-life stories that I found compelling.  One month the discussion focused on the issue of women holding their babies while they were being blessed.  Women pointed out that, at the time, non-member and non-Melchizedek priesthood holders were allowed in the circle when a baby was blessed, but an active, recommend-holding woman could not be there and hold her baby.

I'm not sure why, but that issue truly resonated with me.  I recall asking Harry what he thought our then Stake President would say if I asked him if I could hold Hannah while she was being blessed.  (My years of reading Exponent II coincided with my "second family" - that is, the years when I had Eliza, Hannah, and Noah - while I also had "big kids" in high school and middle school.)

Harry's response was a thoughtful one.  He said he thought President Merkely would want to know my motive.  Did I truly feel left out of the event?  Did I want to "make a statement?"  Did I want to "shock" or "impress" others with my daring?  Was I thoughtful and prayerful about the idea?

Upon reflection, I realized that I was mostly intrigued by the novelty of the event.  I had sat in the congregation and listened to the blessings Harry gave each of our children - and had found it a spiritual experience.  I guessed I didn't need to "make a point."  But I also understood at some level that for some women, it would be a make or break kind of deal.

In this book by Neylan McBaine, the author explores the role of women in the LDS church.  Her research is thoughtful and thorough.  Many of her suggestions are excellent - and not earth-shattering.  She does not advocate any kind of rebellion or "stirring of the pot," but instead she has gathered, through interviews and others tools of research, a lot of data that is full of possibilities and ideas for improving the way women are represented in the church.  

Her major thesis is that as a majority in the gospel kingdom, women often do not have any "presence" or influence.  She sees this not as a condemnation of men, but as a natural result of cultural and social influences.  And she sees the need for women to look for ways to increase their visibility in the gospel setting.

She has interspersed her commentary with stories and quotes of members of the church - men and women - that lend credence to her thesis.  And many of her proposals and suggestions have apparent merit - and as she often notes, there is nothing in the official handbook preventing them from being done.

One practice she reported on especially touched my heart.  She said that in a ward she attended, when the bishop was released, the stake president had the bishop's family stand also for the vote of thanks.

I thought that was a nice touch.

Let me know what you think.  I truly wish I could have a big group discussion with all of you!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Sister Act!


Alice was here for 10 days or so, but it coincided with our travels to Oregon for Ry's funeral, so we were not able to spend as much time together as we had planned.  We did enjoy an outing to JoAnn's - it's always fun to fabric shop with Alice.
 

But we did head out to Claremont to visit Aunt Mercedes, Byron's wife.  We had a delightful visit, and I plan to visit her again soon.  She had lots of great stories to tell - not just about Byron, but about her own life and background - much of it I had never heard before.
 

We especially enjoyed oohing and ahhing over Byron's '69 Camaro!!  Apparently it's something Dale had dreamed of owning!

Hopefully I can plan a trip to Utah at some point - and Alice will come again.  Hopefully she will miss any planned heat waves when she does come again!  (I must say, she is a really good sport about ghastly hot days - probably because she's had experience with so many kinds of weather!  Didn't hear her complain!)

Monday, September 08, 2014

More Nebeker memories


Harry, in an email to Sarah Nebeker,  "I wore a Jerry Garcia tie all day yesterday. I might have also shaved my head in homage but did not want to spend the whole day explaining."


"My hope is that you will not go one day without recognizing some special new blessing that will have come from all this grief you have endured recently.  That the pain will become pure joy."


"Our hearts are still crying with you and hope you're feeling somewhat comforted.  We all loved him."

The service is this Saturday - we are flying up for it.  I will try to take good notes.

Sunday, September 07, 2014

Friendship and Sorrow


This photo is from the first year Harry ran Hood to Coast.  It was the year Agnes was born - which would be 2007.  It was so fun for Hannah and I to stay in Nebeker's basement - in the wonderful Norwegian bed - and then bike over to Seaside to see Harry finish.
 

Ry and Sarah have been part of our lives for so many years - it will be hard to realize Ry is really gone now.  We have lost other good friends - and time heals the sorrow - and we are so grateful for good memories - but it is sad.
 

Very soon after I got to know Harry, I got to know Ry - and he was at BYU for a time after Harry left on his mission.  My sister Alice and I drove to Covina to attend  his missionary farewell in summer of 1965.  I picked him up at the SLC airport when he came back to Provo after returning from Norway.

I wish I had photos of some the great adventures we had in those BYU years - I will just have to describe them I supopse.

I love the above photo of Ry with a baby Agnes - he had her charmed that day - in typical Nebeker fashion.

Ry was a one-of-a-kind - and I am so grateful we could call him friend.