It's all about family!!

It has been a long, busy, hectic, exhausting weekend - and I still have a week ahead of me being Grandma - but I really wouldn't have it any other way.

Fun to be with the Fredericksons! Always good to see Noah.

Happy that Hannah K. squeezed us into her itinerary!! We were saying that there really are people in this world without much family to speak of - but that would not be us! (And we are grateful for the great blessing of family!!)

Glad to get together with the Stevens' side of the clan!

Everyone is adjusting, a kind of organization is forming - we will look back on this week with fond memories. And I will have learned a thing or two - and hopefully not gain 5 lbs!

"May the odds be always in your favor!"

Harry and I are definitely Hunger Games fans - and the movie did not disappoint us.

We both re-read the book before we went to see the film - but I don't think it would have mattered. I think you could enjoy the film without reading the book.

I, along with countless other fans, enjoyed the film immensely. I've been hearing negative comments - but they really weren't fans - some who have not read the book - and say they don't want to - say they can't quite get over the idea of children being sent out to kill one another.

I think the film is more about how governments - tyrannical ones especially - ultimately cannot control people completely - there will always be those who can't be subdued.

And isn't that fortunate??

Second Time Around

I read this book a few years ago and certainly enjoyed it. Then my book group chose it for our selection this month, and I decided to re-read it. I often don't re-read books, but I may change my mind on that score.

For one thing, if it's been a long enough time, it seems almost like a first read - obviously I'm not retaining much. I am famous for "skimming" books to get through them quickly. I feel like I know how to dispense with scenic descriptions and lengthy ruminations. This probably contributes to the lack of recall on some scores.

Also, a good story usually can handle a second reading. I enjoyed reading this the second time - I thought I had the outline of the story pretty well set, but I had forgotten several significant details.

And since I want to take part in the book group discussion, a reading closer to the time of the meeting is pretty essential.

If you didn't check it out the first time I recommended it, check it out this time!!

Katie's wedding

Katie's wedding was a lovely affair. I also enjoyed seeing some of the photos on Facebook.

I liked this one - who knew the neighborhood could look so good??

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Reading when I ought to be doing other things!

I have been reading of late - in fact very late!! I was up until 1:30 this morning finishing up a book in fact!! I get that way - I read when I ought to be doing other stuff!!

I found this on a "give and take" shelf at Curves. I remember once when I sent RoseAnn a little Swedish cap that Alice had sent - from Sweden of course - and RoseAnn said that it made Jennifer look like a "little Hutterite!" I knew nothing about Hutterites then - now I know a bit more. This is a true memoir about a woman whose family left the Hutterite colony they were living in - and the impact it had on her life. It wasn't stunningly well-written, but it was interesting and informative.

Found this on the shelf Marcie keeps in her classroom for students during SSR. She wasn't sure where she'd gotten it - then remembered that a publisher had sent it to her - maybe they thought she'd order it for her class. It's not really adolescent fare - but it is a compelling read - about a dystopian society where women are devalued and controlled. A disturbing story on one level, but well-crafted and almost believable.

Jan in the main office suggested this when I was asking for book recommendations for my book group. My group wasn't interested, but I started it - and stayed up late to finish it early this a.m!! It is also compelling, well-written, and somewhat disturbing. It's about a young woman who is kidnapped and held captive for 7 years. The author has emphatically stated that it's not the Jaycee Duggard story in fiction, or a re-telling of the Austrian Frietzel family either. She just wondered what the effect would be of raising a child in a very limited environment, and she explores that idea. The story is told from the point of view of the woman's 5 year old son - that part is poignant and riveting at the same time.

So now I have the newest Grisham on order at Amazon. And I'm going to order the latest Maisie Dobbs as soon as I finish this.

"I'm Barbara and I'm a bookaholic!!"

A quiet weekend -

Except for the chaos of "springing forward," there was not too much action around here. On Sunday I drove out with Greg and his son Jacob, and we went to church with Mom and Donna. We visited afterwards and then had a nice lunch. It is great to get to know Greg and his family better.

Saturday I hosted a little retirement luncheon for Eleanor Esqueda. Several people had conflicts, so several of the "old guard" were not there. But those of us who were had a fine time together.

I made the Weight Watcher's potato soup recipe - it was yummy - go for it!

Hope the week ahead is as quiet as the weekend - I had "prepared" for the time change, so I felt like that went well too. And I had a lovely facial on Friday after school - maybe that's what made it all so "mellow!!"

Happy Birthday Relief Society!

Tonight was our Relief Society birthday celebration. As the events associated with Relief Society morph and change from "work day" to "homemaking" to "Enrichment" to "Relief Society whatever they are," I sometimes fear that maybe something has been lost in translation!!

But tonight we had a great Relief Society Birthday Party, complete with taco salad, some of Dawn's delicious chocolate ganoche cake, and a wonderful talk by one of my fave LDS authors, Lael Littke. It was a treat to sit at the table with her too!!

The theme was creativity - there were lots of displays of the creative efforts of the women in our ward and two lovely musical numbers. Then Sister Littke shared thoughts and experiences she has had over the years as she has pursued her career as the author of over 40 novels. One of my favorite lines from her remarks came as she was sharing some thoughts from Elder Uchtdorf. She commented that she was glad to hear from the brethren as they encouraged women to be the best they could be. "And he's so good to look at too."

I'm sure my girls remember lots of Lael Littke books that have been in our household over the years. I actually had forgotten how much of the Mormon fiction Phoebe, Eliza, and Hannah had consumed over the years until I hunted in Google Images! Prom Dress has been a school favorite too. I told Lael how I had bought multiple copies of Prom Dress because the girls who borrowed it from me never returned it!

Remember Run, Ducky, Run? And Getting Rid of Rhoda? She also wrote, along with two other women whose names escape me at the moment, the Almost Sisters trio. Those books are a great read for a summer day if you are in the market! And the Mink Creek stories are a good read too.

I sometimes fancy myself a writer. The truth is, however, that I am not quite willing to "give it my all" and "giving it your all" is definitely a requirement for gaining status as an author.

I will continue to find satisfaction in blogging, writing newsletters, penning missives to friends, other writing tasks such as journaling, and writing family stories.

And I will always be glad for the writers like Sister Littke who do give it their all!

"Take me out to the ballgame . . ."

So Dad and I watched this Saturday night. I think Dad dozed through the first 15 minutes or so. But then he got "engaged" in the story.

It's a compelling film in some respects - sports films that hinge on scoring and results usually are - but it was deficient in ways that are difficult to elucidate.

For starters, I thought some of the acting was sub-par and almost wooden. Maybe "behind the scenes baseball guys" are really like that?

Also, the ending was kind of a downer. And the story of his failed marriage and his personal life was a bit sparse - leaving the viewer to fill in the blanks with possibly wrong answers.

It did have some exciting moments - but I'm glad we watched it at home and didn't pay the big bucks to "go to the show!!"

Now I know why I don't watch TV!

Harry and I are pretty famous for not watching much television. We have in years past - way past in fact since they were the years in Centerville! But nothing has really piqued our interest I guess. We try random shows now and then when they come highly recommended. And we did love the Hornblower series.

But then the iPad came into our lives - and Hulu streaming!! Now we climb in bed and catch the latest of our current faves. Since Doc Martin ended - and the new series won't be available until April, we decided to investigate Downton Abbey - I know, we come to popular culture late in the game.

And it smacks a lot of Upstairs, Downstairs. But hey, for old-timers like us it doesn't really matter. We can't even keep track of the characters we are watching, let alone remember episodes from 30 years ago!!

I think TV watching per se was too hard to schedule in. When you can see it when you want to, it seems to work better. We did start watching William and Mary, another BBC series, and we do watch it - when we remember - on Thursday nights - but we aren't sure yet whether we really like it.

Such decisions!!

Thoughts about baby Jonah

Four months ago today, our sweet baby Jonah returned home to his Father in Heaven. I was asked to give a talk in the Mountain View Ward on seeking guidance from the Lord. So I talked about our family's experience with Jonah, and how we had all needed continual guidance as we navigated the days we had here with him.

The days after have required navigating also. I came across this poem a few weeks ago - I had thought about it but couldn't recall enough details to locate it. I found it somewhat serendipitously - and thought I would share it. It is by Carol Lynn Pearson.

To A Child Gone

I thought I was ahead of you in line.
You would take your turn
After I took mine,
Like we did before.

I guess you don't need new shoes
For starting heaven
Or a light left on against the dark
The way I always did.
But I'm so used to parenting
I wanted just to be there -
To do whatever needed to be done.

But you went first.
And now, my little one,
Suddenly you are my senior.
Morning, I know, will come.
But bring close your light -
This time it is I who fear the night.

Another good read from the "Booklettes" reading group!

My book group chose this - after I called Phoebe during our last get-together to get another title from her - one she'd mentioned that I couldn't quite remember. And she said, "Well, why don't you read A Town Like Alice?"

So we all said, "Why not?"

It starts a bit slowly, but gathers steam and is a good read. Apparently it's been made into a film more than once. Maybe I will give that a look-see too.

It's based on a true incident from World War II about some Dutch women who were marched around Malaysia by the Japanese. In the book they are English women who are living and working there when the war breaks out. Also involves a "cowboy" from the Australian outback - who appears to have given his life to save our heroine - but it turns out he's still alive.

I'll let you start there!!

Okay, Harry, we just need to jet off to the U.K. then so we can see Series 5!!

We have been watching Series 1 - 4 of the Doc Martin BBC T.V. show. We are pretty much addicted to it in fact. And it just ended - at least for us. Series 5 is only available in the U.K. How's that for patently not fair??

(We have been watching it on Hulu, rather than just watching it once a week on KCET.)

Series 5 can be purchased - but no availability date is listed.

Maybe this is why I usually don't watch TV - the frustration level is too high.

But it is a really funny, poignant, entertaining program - in case you are interested!!

Bedtime -

Harry and I are really big TV watchers. Our TV can not get turned on for weeks at a time. But lately we've been watching nightly episodes of Doc Martin, and that reminded me of all those past years when we'd be addicted to some show and watch it nightly.

We started watching St. Elsewhere when we moved to California. The TV was in our bedroom, and Harry often worked late hours. Or he was in bishopric meetings late. So I'd be in bed reading or watching a favorite show until he came home. And he'd get interested in it too. Lots better than the 11 o'clock news!! St. Elsewhere was on nightly, and somehow I got hooked on the storyline. It was fun the first time we went to Boston to see the actual St. Elizabeth's that the story is based on. I often wonder if I'd enjoy the episodes if I watched them now!

I suspect everyone has a time in their lives when they get or got hooked on M*A*S*H! What's not to love about M*A*S*H?? Seems like whenever we check into a hotel or motel, you can get an episode on the hotel TV!

The years in Centerville were marked by a love and devotion to Upstairs, Downstairs. Interestingly enough, I have watched episodes of this show since then, and they just don't have the draw for me anymore!! I guess they met a need at the time!

The Pallisers were Centerville-based also - I bought the whole set of the novels they were based on - and absolutely could not get into them. But I absolutely loved the show!! And wanted to name a daughter Glencora -after the heroine. Dad would have none of that!!

Perry Mason has always been a fave. And it's another one you can always get at a hotel!! Seems like it comes and goes in popularity.

And now we are hooked on Doc Martin!! Love the characters - and the brilliant lines they say to one another. We actually just get in bed and watch them on Harry's iPad! Maybe they are on TV - I will have to find out I suppose. But it's cozy the way we do it now. Give it a look-see - it's pretty entertaining!

Not sure what the next bedtime fad will be. When I had my knee surgery, we spent nights watching the DVD's of Hornblower - that was fun. Maybe it's just that we enjoy seeing a character more often than once a week - because I remember having favorite shows when I was a kid - and you had to be content with once a week - and a summer of re-runs!

The bonus of technology!!

Better late than never!!

Wish I could show you a shot of our new dishwasher.

But it's not in yet. Some technical - and other delays. The kind that make you hope they will send you a survey asking how you liked their service - so you can blast away at them.

I also finally updated my sidebar - just in time for February!!

Friday night at the movies

Harry was gone Friday night, so I "flicked out" - since he hadn't been interested in seeing this one. I have to agree with the reviews I read - the music was great - the acting sometimes less than great.

Let's just say I love Dolly Parton - what's not to love?? (Queen Latifah is no slouch either!)

Like sister, like sister!!

This post started out being about how Leslie was often called "Barbara Jr." Then I noticed that I had photos of Joan, Leslie, and Donna - but not Mary. Not wanting to leave Mary out, I'm posting this one. So now Bobby, Richard, and Charlie are included too. I'm going to stop there!!

This shot of me was supposed to show the resemblance.

It's an old photo of Joan with Alice and me - I'm maybe 8 years old?? We had just gotten new bathing suits at Ruby's Department Store on Chatsworth - and were headed for Pop's Willow Lake for the Radioplane employee party!!

Not sure of the date here either, but I think Donna was 3 or 4 - so Leslie was 5 or 6 - and you can see some resemblance between Leslie and me. It was when Donna broke her leg - and not sure why Leslie has the big bandage on her chin!!

A "Sister Shot" from 2000 - at Dad's funeral. As we all get older, the resemblances become more apparent.

And a "Sister Shot" from 2010 - at Mom's 90th birthday party.

Sisters are wonderful - I'm glad I have such a great bunch of them!!

A puzzler

I have never been much of a puzzle person. I'm not very good at them. I don't remember doing them much as a child. In fact, I can't remember doing them at all. I suspect that in a house full of children like ours, keeping track of puzzle pieces was a lost cause - because I don't remember others doing puzzles either. (I suspect my dad might have been good at them though.)

Once we had children, I read about how important it was for kids to do puzzles, so I dutifully went and bought puzzles. I can even remember the puzzles because there were not too many of them - I mostly remember the Richard Scarry one and the Star Wars ones. There were wooden puzzles too - one of the three little pigs I remember well - I got it free with Kleenex labels or something.

The trouble was - I didn't enjoy puzzles - and neither did Bonny or Harry. I would have to compel them to spend some time doing puzzles. They would never choose to do them on their own. I would sit and do them with them even. I think after a while I gave up, because I have no memory of doing puzzles with any of the other kids.

Years later, Sue Cornwall shared a family tradition of starting a Christmas puzzle on December first and finishing it on Christmas Eve. "I must do that!" I thought. So I went and got a Christmas puzzle - maybe 300 pieces - maybe 500. I got out the card table and spread out the pieces. The interest was zero!! I would do a few pieces each day, but pretty much no one else did. I tried bribing and compelling, but not much progress was made. Sue had said that she was sure her dad hid strategic pieces throughout the month just to keep them on their toes, but I didn't dare try that - we were getting nowhere!

Christmas Eve came and went and then Christmas night came - and the puzzle was not nearly done. At this time Bonny and Bruce were married, and Bruce was a lover of puzzles, so he was there and took over and started getting it together. Since Bruce was working on it, suddenly everyone else wanted to work on it too! At about a quarter to midnight, we - I say that loosely - finished it! To great shouts of hurrah too!

I give all this background because the irony is not lost on me that Harry our son sets up a big table in his living room each Christmas season with a large, complicated puzzle to work on. Bill and Marjorie always worked on them - maybe that's what started it - but Harry is certainly enthusiastically into it now. And he has lots of company too. The one this year is 2000 pieces - and rather complex.

It's not done yet either - and not for lack of Bruce working on it.

I'm just saying!!

Let the holiday movie-going begin!!

I know they do it on purpose, release a ton of good movies you want to see during the holidays, but I enjoy it every year anyway - even if they are manipulating us!!

Mom and Donna came out, and we took Marjorie with us. The theater was packed - I can't remember the last time I went to a sold-out movie.

It was a good film - worth watching. And we saw lots of previews of movies that look pretty good too - although we all know how sometimes the trailers have the best parts of the movies and you don't really need to see the show.

This show inspired the full crowd in the theater to applaud when it ended!

Happy Winter Solstice!!

I trust you all took note of the early dark today - the longest night of the year - hence the shortest day of the year.

At least that means from now on the days will be getting longer!!

Thougts on a wedding day

Twenty-one years ago today Bonny and Bruce were married in the Los Angeles Temple. Their courtship and engagement had caught Harry and me somewhat unawares. The day they came down the hall dressed in thrift store wedding finery and carrying a sign that they were engaged took us by surprise. Harry came into the kitchen and said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for this." (But then I recalled Bonny's middle school promotion dance - he hadn't been ready then either to see how many boys wanted Bonny's attention!!)

That morning, early, Helen called with the news that Pop was having a very bad day already - and so they would not be at the wedding. My parents were on a temple mission in Colorado, so they would not be there. It cast a bit of a pall on things, but not for long. We were caught up in all the flurry and hustle and bustle of "getting to the church on time" and soon found ourselves hurrying in.

The wedding was beautiful. Many friends and family members were there in the temple and outside the temple too. We went to Orange County for a wedding brunch that Jinny hosted. It was great - lots of good food and good conversation.

Bonny and Bruce soon left for their honeymoon at Hotel Del Coronado - when I saw them put a cooler in the back of Bruce's old Mercedes - they were bringing their own food - Hotel Del was not cheap - I thought, "These guys know how to have a great life!"

As we drove home, a day that had started out clear and sunny became gray and foggy. Harry and I were a bit introspective, thinking about our parents not being there with us for this special time. Later my mom called and said that she felt that she had been more "present" for Bonny's wedding than if she had been there. She said all day long, as the brides came into the Denver Temple, she thought, "Someone is taking care of Bonny today, just like I am taking care of this young woman." And she concluded by saying that she had felt close to Bonny all day long.

I was glad there was no reception that night. Glad that we had a week more to prepare for that aspect of the wedding festivities. Bonny and Bruce had been pretty definite about what they did and did not want, but I was hoping that after the wedding itself, they wouldn't really care so much about those details. We did all roll up our collective sleeves and get to work however!

Pop perked up and was able to attend the reception a week later. Christmas happened in spite of Hannah's worries that somehow we'd missed it. Noah got over being miffed that the "party" we'd talked about so long was a dinner with salad and soup. And Bonny and Bruce returned from their honeymoon declaring that everything was just perfect for the reception.

Time always puts a better perspective on things.

Happy Anniversary to a couple of our favorite people!!

When you have time to read LAEXTRA -

LAEXTRA is what used to be the 2nd section of the LA Times. For awhile it was called "California" and "San Gabriel Valley." Anyway, it contains the obituaries - which I frequently peruse. I often find items of interest. This last week, I found three items of interest.

The first item was a rather long column obit on Frances Curran. Turns out it was the same Frances Curran Alice and I used to babysit for. She hired us for every Saturday night - she said she'd go out regardless - and go out she did - every Saturday night!! It was great to have guaranteed income.

She had 6 children - 5 girls and one boy. Each girl's name began with Mary, but only the first daughter was called Mary Jeanne. The rest just went by their second name - and all those started with a J. Her last child was a boy - named Tom!

The summer of 1960, she worked at the Democratic National Convention in Los Angeles when John Kennedy was nominated. I babysat for her that week. She'd go out each day dressed in red, white, and blue - with a straw boater to match!! In retrospect, it seems pretty amazing that a young mother with 6 small children took off for a week to root for John Kennedy - she was definitely before her time!

Upon reflection, it seems like babysitting for 6 kids - who were all quite close in age - might have been a lot of work, but I mostly have fond memories of babysitting there. She must have trained them all well!

Many years ago, I noticed the name Curran in the LA Times sports pages. The husband of a good friend of mine was a sports writer there, so I asked him about the byline. Turns out the young woman was an intern - he asked her about her family and lo and behold it was the same Joanna Curran I had babysat. So we met for breakfast and had a good time hashing over the changes the years had brought.

Why is it so nice to re-connect with the past - and the people we knew then?

The second item was about the death of Carlos Moorhead - a state assemblyman who represented the part of the San Fernando Valley that we lived in. When I was in high school, we had to write a letter to our assemblyman - so I wrote one lamenting the lack of enough trash cans on Chatsworth. Lo and behold Mr. Moorhead wrote me back - and said my suggestion was a good one - and so more trash cans were provided!

I've been an activist for a long time!!

The third item was an obit on Judy Lewis - the "illegitimate" daughter of Loretta Young and Clark Gable. I suppose there are lots of "illegitimate" children of famous people out there, but this story seemed especially poignant. (I put the word in quotes because I don't think children are "illegitmate" - sounds so pejorative. I think mostly their parents are illegitimate - no quotation marks needed!)

Clark Gable and Judy Lewis

Apparently Clark Gable and Loretta Young were working on the set of Call of the Wild when the assignation and subsequent pregnancy occurred. Ms. Young went to Europe and returned to give birth in a secret house in Venice, California. She then placed the baby in an orphanage and then 18 months later made a big show of "adopting" her!

Loretta Young and Clark Gable in Call of the Wild.

When Judy Lewis was 15, Clark Gable came to visit - the story recounted that she later wrote in her autobiography that, "he bent down and, cupping my face in his two big hands, kissed me lightly on the forehead." That was the only meeting she had with him - and he did not acknowledge her as his daughter. Her own mother did not acknowledge it to her until she was a young adult. Judy Lewis said, when she wrote her memoir, Uncommon Knowledge, "I had to write this book. I don't think anyone knows what it's like not to be acknowledged by your own parents."

What was really poignant to me though was the statement at the end. The article concluded that she said that whenever she watched Gable's loving scenes with his on-screen daughter in Gone With the Wind, she cried. "It's very sad to me," she told the London Telegraph in 2002, "because he's so dear with her. I pretend it's me."

Since I'm a big GWTW fan - and the novel emphasizes how much Rhett Butler loved his daughter - and in fact all of Scarlett's children - it is easy to see how this woman could feel saddened each time she saw the film and thought about her own situation.

It's a lot of drama, I know, but it was touching to me. I work with kids - and many of them are not acknowledged by both parents. I often have students who do not know their biological fathers - some of them are pretty cavalier about it - which is even sadder.

What a world we live in!

When will it end??

We have been living in a "construction zone" for a while now - since mid-August.

It is getting mighty old. I was complaining Monday night - wasn't blaming Harry - although I think it felt that way. I was just cursing fate I think!!

This is the current configuration - a piano in the kitchen!! The recent power outage didn't help matters any. The living room floor and the hallway got its final coat of varnish.

Hope I don't forget how to make Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies!! Won't be baking for Christmas I suspect.

(Harry said we could make jam on the propane stove - and he'd help. We'll see.)

We are making progress - making choices - compromising a great deal.

When it's done, say you like it - even if you don't. I don't want to hear about it if you don't!!

Pearl Harbor Day Remembered

I was not around for Pearl Harbor, but I heard it talked about all my life growing up. When I ask students about it, most of them don't know what it means. The year the movie about it came out, the kids seemed to know about it - but memories are short with the young.

I read the novel Bat 6 with my students one year. The understanding of the story really depends on an understanding of the significance of Pearl Harbor - it usually takes a lot of telling for me to get them up to speed.

My mom always said, "We were driving home from Judy's blessing and we heard President Roosevelt on the radio."

For my generation, if you say "What were you doing when Kennedy was assassinated?" everyone can tell you where they were and what they were doing.

I guess it's 9/11 for the present generation.

Hopefully there won't be too many more catastrophes that need to be remembered!!

"Vanity, vanity, all is vanity!"

So, I was reflecting on the recent power outage that we lived through - and Harry and Dawn are still living through - and I was thinking that we were able to cover most of our bases - Dad brought in the propane stove - he even figured out how to make toast with the cast iron skillet. And I could boil water for tepid baths - but baths nonetheless. (Dad did cold showers - not my forte!!)

I figured I could do laundromats if it came to that - but if it was a situation where the whole town was without power, we did have running water, so we could have washed by hand if we ran low. (We do all have lots of clothes - probably more than we need!!)

Of course, we had candles, flashlights, even a hand-crank flashlight. Someone told us about taking the solar lamps people have in their yards and bringing them in at night to light up your house.

We are fortunate to live in a temperate climate, so even though the house was a chilly 59 degrees, that is not unbearable with a sweatshirt or two. And our down comforters did the job - especially when we added a warm quilt on top.

We could play board games - but Dad and I opted to charge my portable DVD player in the truck and we snuggled up in bed to watch movies. It was fun.

My friend has a hand-crack cell-phone charger - another handy item for the emergency preparedness closet. And if you have a car charger for your smart phone, you can even keep up on Facebook - as long as you can get internet access.

But I was wondering about hand-crank hair dryers. I could figure out how to wash my hair - and I don't have so much hair that it wouldn't air dry. They do make propane curling irons too.j But my hair really depends on blow drying to look the way I want it to look.

So I joked about a hand-crank hair dryer. Then I googled "battery-powered hair dryers." They do exist - but they have to be plugged into a car outlet. And the car has to be running. The Q/A section explained that hair dryers require too much power to make them truly battery powered. But I'm thinking one attached to a running car is a solution anyway.

And they are cheap. So I may experiment!

If not, as long as there are towns that have power, there may a beauty salon open where you can go get your hair dried!!

Long hair may be the answer though - but that's a little extreme.

I'm going to hope the next big windstorm waits a decade or two to return!!

Lost and Found - sometimes!!

If it wasn't that I'm always misplacing things - and have been for most of my life - I might think that I was losing my memory.

The most recent casualty is my camera!! I took a picture on the bus as we were leaving New York on Saturday. I thought I put it right back into the backpack I was using. (Just prior to that I spent about 10 minutes rifling through said backpack looking for my phone - which turned out to be on the floor of the bus - not sure how it got there either!!)

Didn't even notice I didn't have it until yesterday morning. Went through all my bags - nada. Texted Hannah and Robbie to see if it was in their house/car/trunk - all to no avail.

I'm not too upset about having to get a new camera. And all the photos on it -except the ones from this most recent trip - are on my computer - but I just hate to lose things!! (And hopefully Hannah will share her photos with me - she takes better photos anyway!!)

When my kids were little, I would stay up late looking for all the pieces to their puzzles and games. I kept track of all the Fisher-Price people and accessories. I matched up doll shoes and socks. I would look until I found things.

In my later years, I have given most of that up - unless it's vital, I just don't have the energy - or maybe it's the will - to keep looking. When I was here in August, I brought along my Weight Watcher's Guide to Restaurants and Fast Food. Couldn't find it when I packed up to leave - and it's never turned up here. Thought maybe I hadn't brought it. But it hasn't turned up at home either.

Do you think in the next life there will be a giant lost and found where we can at least satisfy our curiousity??

"I've got plenty to be thankful for . . ."

As der Bingle once sang, I do indeed have "plenty to be thankful for."

The above is not even a current photo anymore - we are missing Lars and Jonah. And I am especially thankful today that even though future photos will not include Jonah, he is always and forever a part of our lives.

I was thinking that this photo represents the nuclear Terrill crew - it was soon after this that Bonny and Bruce were engaged - well, it was a few months, but the makeup of our family started changing. All the changes have been good changes - every new family member to join us made us all that much better and happier. In fact, it's hard to imagine us without Bruce, and Dawn, and David, and Matt, and Robbie, and Ara, and Ella, and Henry, and Esme, and Eve, and Annika, and Porter, and Calvin, and Harry, and Theo, and Agnes, and Ida, and Isla, and Sully, and Lars, and sweet baby Jonah.

We are not through growing.

Thank goodness for that!

"Off we go, into the wild blue yonder . . . '

Dad and I are off on another junket. This is a very old photo - well, maybe not old, since that would imply that Bonny, the baby in the photo, is old now!!

But it's not current, if you follow my drift. (I'm going to quit now - I could turn into a punster if I kept going in this vein!!)

We are excited to see the Eastern Contingent!! And hope that lots of work gets done on our house while we're gone!!

You would think that after all the trips we've taken, I would know how to pack.

It's an ordeal everytime. And this time is no exception!!

(Back then it was easier to pack, since we owned so much less!!)

It's worth the hassle though!

Memories

Funny how memories re-surface at the oddest times - and in the oddest places!! Now that we are taking up the floor in the kitchen and the back porch, the original floor is once more open to our view!!

I look at it now and find myself feeling more kindly towards it than I ever did in real life! I hated that floor! It was probably made of asbestos. It was very porous and drank up the wax - it never had a shine. And I could never tell if I'd dropped something on it!

On the plus side, however, you could never tell if the floor was dirty, since spots were part of the design!

What's been going on around here!!

For starters, I had a much-enjoyed dinner reunion with Dalene, Sandee, and Michele. I love my "school friends," but when they retire, I don't get to see them as much!!

Every year Marcie does a mock trial - then the students read "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allen Poe. The kids seem to get into it - and maybe even learn something!!

Marcie is quite the artist I am learning!! (I am doing an 8th grade Language Arts collaboration model with Marcie this year.)

On Halloween, Marcie dresses up as Edgar Allen Poe and then reads "The Raven" to her classes. She is really good at looking like Poe!! Then "Poevember" begins!!

Dalene and Michele brought me a lovely bouquet, in honor of Jonah, so Dad and I took it to the cemetery today. It really looks lovely there - in fact, it's a lovely place to go and visit. Turns out Charlie Graham's grave is close by, as is Hubert Luszeck's.

Since it's Veteran's Day, there were lots of folks there - flags and flowers too.

Lots to remember!!

"Dia de los Muertos"

I decided to drive over to the cemetery and visit Jonah's grave. Bryan L. had sent some lovely roses, so Dawn put them on the grave. When I drove into Live Oak, there was a long line of cars - I thought maybe I was behind a funeral cortege.

Instead I was in the thick of a gathering of folks ready to celebrate "Dia de los Muertos" or Day of the Dead. It's a Mexican holiday I think, and I'm not clear on all the parameters to the celebrating, but there were groups of people sitting in lawn chairs around gravesites. There were lots of flowers and balloons. It was quite festive. And everyone seemed happy, rather than sad.

I was glad that Jonah had such a lovely bouquet of colorful roses for his little spot.

And that his spot is such a lovely place.