Apron Strings

What does a Grandma look like ? The answer is different for most of us, depending upon our ages. That is, if we are picturing our own Grandmother. But I'm talking about a stereotypical Grandmother. A grey haired lady, back slightly bent, hair on top of her head in a bun, wearing glasses, a house dress and a big apron. That is the picture of a Grandmother. Was a day when there was some truth to that image. That is how stereotypes begin after all. My Grandmother was a good example. The description I gave could have been her,almost to the tee.
Grandmas today seldom fit that description. They are more likely to be wearing slacks, their hair dyed an appropriate shade, have contact lenses and holding an I-phone. Most likely spending more time on Facebook than in the kitchen. Dresses are for dressing up, not wearing around the house. I can't recall the last time I saw a lady in a dress doing housework. Would seem a little odd, now wouldn't it. And an apron. Well that is a special piece of attire seldom worn. See it worn more outside at a barbecue than anywhere else. The cooks on television wear them sometimes. My Grandma, and to a lesser extent, my mother always wore her apron.
Kitchen aprons were a necessary part of the wardrobe back in the day. The kitchen was a messy place. Flour everywhere and grease spattering all the time. Peeling those vegetables and hand washing those dishes could get a gals dress all messed up. Grandmas apron was what I think they called a bib style apron. Had a strap around the neck and a tie in the back. Covered her whole dress and had two large pockets in front. Those pockets held dust rags and other tools of the trade. The apron itself could be used as a pot holder,seen my Grandmother do just that many a time. My moms apron was a lot smaller and a little fancier. A sign of the times I suppose. I'm thinking that aprons went away just about the same time as women started wearing slacks around the house. Then women got jobs outside the house and here we are today.
You could say some of our troubles today come from the lack of an apron. Things are getting messy and we are not prepared. Was a day when a women had her kids tied to her apron strings. Kinda kept a close watch on them, keeping them out of trouble. People would sometimes have to tell her, cut that child loose from them apron strings. That just meant they were ready to face the world on their own. Now, there are no apron strings at all. See my point ?
Now before you gals get all in an uproar I'm not being chauvinistic. It is just a metaphor. I'm just saying back  then more time was spent raising your children, than worrying about raising a few dollars. Not that it isn't a necessity in today's world because it certainly is. Some of these kids I see today need to be tied up ! Tied up and taught how to behave themselves. Apron strings work well for that purpose. And if that don't work, well maybe we need to start building woodsheds again. They did more than store wood you know. Where do you think the board of education met ? Just sayin'.

Sell Out

Do you think prominent people like celebrities or former politicians,sports figures and leaders doing television commercials damages their credibility ? I certainly do. I get the impression that they are just in it for the money. Selling out, as it where. The latest being Dr. Phil. His credibility has been on the down side with me for a while, but his foray into a television commercial sealed the deal for me. I'm assuming he finds it funny or amusing but that is not the impression I get.
Terry Bradshaw advertising for Nutra System, give me a break. This man was a professional athlete. His lack of exercise and eating habits lead to weight gain. I'm quite sure he knows all about that. Why tout that I can eat these " meals " and lose weight. Why not just tell people about diet and exercise and the importance of that ? Could it be because no one is willing to pay him to say that ? The Fonz wants us to all take out a reverse mortgage. Race car drivers want us to buy Viagra.
I expect these advertising companies spend huge amounts of money to determine the best celebrity for the job. The ones that people will listen to and respect. And I expect some people do. I was told to not trust anyone that was trying to sell me something. They may not be completely forthright in their opinions. Add in the fact that they are being paid to do just that and well, let's just say I'm skeptical.
With some celebrities I just find it sad. Having to sell your pride for a few bucks. Cashing in on what used to be. And with others I can only say it must be greed. Some, I'm sure, are not in desperate need of the money. I can't understand why you would do that. I'm not buying that your passion in life would be the sale of a particular product. I'm not buying that you have a genuine concern for my health, beauty or well being.
I know celebrities have been doing this for years and it is nothing new. Maybe it is just that I have begun to notice it more. Puts a little tarnish on the image though.  

No toys for Christmas

The day after Christmas my Granddaughter comes over to my house carrying a few of her Christmas gifts. Remember how we used to do that for a few days? Usually your favorite things you took with you, if possible. Stuffed animals, coloring books or small toys of some kind. As their appeal wore off, they got left home and thrown to the side in favor of newer objects. She had brought her art set with the portable easel and a set of calligraphy pens. Still excited and flush from Christmas she was in an upbeat mood.
A conversation followed. Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas ? Her answer was positive and surprising at the same time. She said ,yes, yes I did  but you know I didn't get any toys this year ? You didn't ? Nope. Well, you got everything you asked for. I had your list and we got everything on it. I know, I just didn't ask for any toys. Then she went on about her business. Just a matter of fact.
Morgan is ten. I wonder if she will remember this Christmas as the one she didn't get toys. I know I've thought about it probably more than she has. Still, it must have been on her mind for her to have mentioned it. She is perfectly happy and content. It is I who feels a little sad. Why didn't I get her at least one toy ? Never one to play with dolls and such things as a lot of little girls, she does enjoy board games. Could have gotten her that at least. I did get her a scooter and that could be counted as a toy, couldn't it ?
I'm guessing I will remember this a lot longer than she will. I can't say I know what Christmas I didn't get a toy. Then again the definition of a toy is a discretionary thing. What I may consider nothing more than a toy may be a serious thing to another. And it works the other way as well. Apparently, in her estimation she received no toys. That just sounds wrong, now doesn't it ? Growing up too fast. She did get what she asked for and what she said she really wanted. Her choice ? No, not exactly. Santa wasn't listening close enough I'm thinking. Won't happen again. I'm going to make sure of that from now on. You're never too old for toys. Christmas is really a birthday party and what is a birthday party without toys ?

Morgan, Christmas 2012

The eyes of my ancestors

I have heard that some of the Amish dislike having their picture taken. Not sure of the reason for that. There was a group, native Americans perhaps, that believed a picture would capture their soul. Interesting ideas, superstition or just plain malarkey, you decide.
Over the years I have been gathering pictures of my ancestors. It started in conjunction with the family tree. After a bit I decided I would display them throughout my house. At first my wife was a bit reluctant. After all, most of these people I had never known or seen before. Old black and white shots of people sitting rigid and stern looking. I only display the ones I can firmly identify. I do have some that I'm not completely sure of, only supposing they are family.
These photos are hung or sitting on tables in my living room,hall and bedroom. Sometimes when I'm alone, and it is quiet, I can feel their eyes upon me. The eyes of my ancestors. What if they can see me through those photographs ? Are they pleased to look upon my life ?  I'm convinced they are watching. It is a good thing. I can look at them and be inspired. Inspired to good. As a descendant of these people do I not owe them that much ? Each one of them is an integral part of the past. A piece of the puzzle that is, the present.
It has also been said a picture is worth a thousand words. There is no denying that statement. The sad part is the words do not always accompany the picture. The words are lost over time but not the picture. I have one family group picture that is one hundred years old now. The date on the back is 1912 and most of the people in that picture are identified. There is no reason stated for the taking of this photograph. A hundred years ago getting a picture taken was a big deal. These people are obviously dressed for the occasion. As to location, that is speculation. At home or at the studio ? This family is my Grandmothers Uncle. They immigrated from Sweden. This picture was before that though. Was it taken because of that impending move ? A possibility. Such an event as that would warrant the expense of a picture. I'll never know for sure. I could write a thousand words about it though.
In studying my past, my family tree and influences I can gain insight. By looking through the eyes of my ancestors I can gain a new perspective. And so it only seems fair to hang those pictures out where they can be seen. And in so doing allowing my ancestors to see me. I guess as long as they don't start talking to me I'll be alright.  

The Bredenberg Family

Pack it up

It is time to pack away Christmas and await the arrival of spring. By tradition ,my Christmas tree must be down and the house returned to normal by New Years day. I know of others who leave their tree up much longer, but not I. It comes from having a real tree. Gets a bit dry. The decorations are packed away and placed in the attic. Some will be discarded and others added. This year I will add the " stable " that Mark and I built. I'm hoping that stable will last many years and he come to cherish it. I just love "old " decorations that have been around for many Christmases. Each has a tale to tell, if one but listens. You can never be sure just what ones will remain over the years. The thing is you can't just decide to make a particular ornament or decoration special. That has to happen on it's own. It takes time for real love to grow. In ornaments, as well as people. They may start out flashy and attractive, but will they stand the test of time ? One never knows.
Last year I downsized my Christmas decorations. I did notice it when I unpacked them this year. As I mentioned I'll be adding one this year.
I wonder why we place such significance on certain items. They may be handmade or not. They may be expensive or a dollar item. Perhaps they were given to us almost as an afterthought on someones part. Somehow they become special and treasured. Each one is unique to us. Rarely are they special to more than one person. The other person may understand and appreciate the significance to you, but that item does not hold the same esteem for them. Each item is personal. Sometimes they even lose that status. Then they just become old ornaments or decorations having served their useful life. Out with the old and in with the new.

The Stable

Time to prepare for the new year. No more, Ho Ho. Time to Go Go. Let's us get on with it. We've got a new year to do whatever it is we didn't do last year. Don't waste it.

Plain talk and common sense

The end of another year looms straight ahead. Another tick on the clock of destiny. Back to work,back to the business of everyday life. Unfortunately a lot of the Christmas cheer and good will toward men will be packed away with the tinsel. Overall, I enjoyed a pleasant holiday. And now comes the parade of  "year in review " shows. Normally I find them interesting, but this year I'm afraid to even watch. The darker side of man will most certainly overwhelm the airwaves. So much tragedy and loss this year. We must never forget the lessons learned this year, and I'm sure we will not. This year has changed America, forever.
I'm beginning to see ads for " bullet proof backpacks ", my God, what are we coming to in this world ? Are we going to teach reading,writing, arithmetic and swat tactics ! Reminds me of the sixties when we were taught to hide under our desks from Nuclear attacks ! The thing is, this threat is all too real and plausible ! Bullet Proof Backpacks, are you kidding me ?
There is much work to be done. Rational decisions to be made. Let us not legislate some knee jerk reactions that does little to address the issue. The answers are not easy and will not please everyone. That much we already know. That we must find a way is a certainty. It is my hope that when we do look back upon this year it is to say, this is where we began. These events provided the motivation to get America back on track.
This year started a dialogue that lead to change. The time has come for plain talk and common sense.
The Christmas season is a season of hope. Hope for the future of mankind. Hope for all peoples. May we all carry that hope within our hearts throughout the coming year. For there is hope. As it has been said," hope springs eternal." I'm hoping for the madness to end. I'm hoping cooler heads prevail. It would be fruitless to hope for a return to the past. Those days are gone forever. A year in review. Lessons learned. I'm still hopeful for tomorrow. The future will be borne on the backs of our children. Let's all hope they don't have to carry bullet proof backpacks as well.

Practicing Faith

In writing about " The Church " posted on 24 Dec. I was left with a question. Had they become too extreme in the practice of their faith ? So extreme that they no longer had followers ?
The practice of faith is a highly personal subject. Each of us are free to practice in our own way. Another benefit of living in the good old U.S.A. Each of us must find comfort in our own way. When the practice of your faith becomes uncomfortable, is that a failure of the church or a failure on your part ? One could argue it was quite uncomfortable to be a Christian during the Roman times. Yet, the martyrs persevered. An ancient philosopher said, all religions must be tolerated, for every man must get to heaven in his own way.
In reading about the practice of their faith their customs didn't appear to be too extreme. Of course,I was just reading a synopsis of the basic tenants and I question how closely that parallels the actual practice. According to Google, there are only about 64,000 practitioners of this faith left in the country. Not a very large number. So I wonder why. Where are the descendants of those that attended that church ? Why would they abandon the faith (as practiced ) by their ancestors ?
The church has divided many times in the practice of worship. Seems like new divisions appear quite regularly. Some have disappeared completely, ie: the Shakers, and others are only practiced regionally. These division usually occur because of a difference in doctrine. A different interpretation. Political and social pressures also contribute. Congregations split on an issue or issues. A new sub division of the original is formed. The " primitive " baptists included that connotation in their title. Primitive at that time meaning or implying original or the purest form of something. Did this title lead to a portion of the downfall from favor ? As the meaning of primitive has changed over the years did people want to be disassociated with it ? It wouldn't be the first instance of vanity interfering with religious faith.
This particular division occurred in 1832 at Black Rock,Maryland. The black rock address laid out their position. They referred to themselves as Particular Baptists and the name Primitive came into use over the years. They opposed what they felt was a liberal and progressive approach to practicing the faith. Basically they adhered to " old school " principles and attitudes. Only males could be Elders of the church. The sexes were seated separately. Baptism is by immersion. The foot washing took place during the communion service.
My guess would be that the practice of this faith became uncomfortable for the congregation. Is that a failure of the church ? I would answer, no. Is that a failure of the person ? Again I would answer, no. All things change and evolve, the practice of faith is no different. The older folks generally want to hold onto the past and the younger want the new. A change in social attitudes and practices can have a profound effect upon this. If one were to look in the window during one of their services what would one see ? Men on one side of the church and women on the other. Spartan like furnishings. No piano,organ or other type of musical instruments. People washing each others feet. Now we have made it into the 1980's. Being associated with this may not be a popular thing. Would they not be viewed as chauvinist ? I'm quite certain from the outside this would look like a radical approach. The sect was formed to resist change. But change always comes and is inevitable. Those things that do not change are relegated to the past. A memory.
It is not so much how you practice your faith, as that you have faith. Going to the house of the lord should be comfortable. I don't go to another's home where I don't feel comfortable. Why should church be any different. Would I have felt comfortable attending their services ? I can't say. Time and circumstance would be the influencing factors.

The Church

Over the years and on numerous occasions I have noticed it and ridden right past. It sits just a stones throw off the road behind an old crumbling wall and surrounded by headstones. A tall box like structure, very plain in its' architecture. The white paint is peeling now and the once green shutters are faded. Looking abandoned and forlorn, it sits in silence. Yesterday I stopped, grabbed my camera and approached this building.
There, just inside the opening in the wall, stands a historic marker sign. This sign explains that I am looking at the Cow Marsh Primitive Baptist Church. First established on this spot in 1781. Later known as The Church as Mount Moriah. The original building was torn down and replaced with the existing structure in 1926. Placed in the national register of historic places in 1976 regular services ended there in the 1980's. And so this once proud house of worship stands as a testament to faith.
I find it sad that this church should be vacant and unused. How many were married there ? How many carried their worries in those doors and left feeling refreshed ? Happy moments, spiritual moments and yes,tragic ones as well. The tombstones that surround the building testify to that. They are the only congregates that remain. Were did there descendants all go ? Why have they left this church ?
Not being familiar with the tenants of a Primitive Baptist Church I did a search on Google. I read a brief overview and found it fascinating. Primitive, as used in this context referred to being original. So the belief was that their teaching held true to the original teachings of the Bible. Specifically, the King James version.
The primitives split from the Calvinist baptists over disagreements in practice. The primitives do not hold with musical instruments in church. All singing is to be done a Capella. They do not have pastors,rather they have elders,which do not receive formal training of any kind. Baptism is not performed on infants. And one peculiar practice of theirs was the washing of each others feet. That practice was held to keep you humble.
As I walked around this church and burial ground I was struck by how very simple it was. Nothing but the basics here. I also noticed none of the graves had any flowers or wreaths placed upon them. I thought perhaps they had been forgotten over time. After reading what I did of the faith, perhaps this is by design.
I wish I had an opportunity to attend a service there. I suspect it would have been touching in its' simplicity. I would have liked to hear what the Elder spoke of.

Those are the front doors

as it looks from the road

I'm thinking I will occasionally stop and visit. After all, God still lives there. The congregation may lie in silence but their lives were worthy. Their faith was worthy. I'm confident that one day the voices of the faithful will once again sing their praises in this place. It is a peaceful little corner in this increasingly frantic world.

Waiting for Santa

When I was a child I knew that Santa lived at the north pole but the gifts came from Chicago. That's because that is where Sears and Roebuck was. And those gifts were not delivered by sleigh, but by the United States postal service. I saw the boxes sometimes but never let on to mom and dad. Besides some other stuff did arrive mysteriously in the night. A magical elf delivering gifts to every child in the world did seem plausible at the time. My theory then was that you just slept longer to give him time. After all, he was magic and could make you sleep. Hey, if he could come down that chimney, a few hours shouldn't be an issue.
There did come a time when I began to doubt. I began to let facts get in the way of belief. The two are not always compatible. The older kids began to explain the situation. They could have been trying to fool me though, big kids are kinda mean most of the time. I went on doubting until I had a child of my own. Then Santa was reborn. He was back. No longer shopping at Sears but at the mall. A concession to the changing times I suppose, besides the Sears cover had been blown years ago. I haven't let Santa go away since. Coming full circle to believe once again. Santa Claus does exist ! He'll arrive tomorrow evening. I'll be asleep,as usual, but he will arrive. On Christmas morning the spirit will have arrived. A spirit of renewal and hope. Gifts exchanged and love shared among family and friends. I'm anxious and nervous. Hope I've been good enough.

What purpose

Through the ages it has been asked what is the meaning of life,what purpose ? I would answer it is to inspire. To inspire at least one other person in this world to good. One need not know this person, in fact better that you do not, to keep your actions untainted. You were placed here to as a sort of guide. A guide to life as it were. It is a responsibility and a burden. First we must learn to conduct ourselves accordingly. And then show another the way. That person may be your son or daughter. Perhaps the neighbors child. It makes little difference, for you don't need to know. The only reason for knowing would be to satisfy your own ego.
Now, with some, the satisfying of their ego spurs them on to greater things, and with others it causes them to wallow. And so that condition is dependent.
The challenge lies in living your life to satisfy this purpose. To receive the instruction we are provided and apply those principles everyday. It is through this method that we inspire. To instruct by example. Who is your inspiration ? It may, or may not be one. That is a further complication to the state we call life. Would we know whom to emulate, it would make the whole process easier. Sole inspiration is a rare thing. There was one that was perfect in his example, and certainly someone to emulate. Unfortunately, we will all fall short of that mark, but that is the condition of being human. Doesn't mean we all shouldn't try. That is a function of religion however.
Perhaps this definition of the purpose of life is a fabrication of my own desires. I would like to think I could provide inspiration to at least one. In this way I could obtain immortality, of a sort. These are my thoughts and require further study. I've got time. Maybe I'm just here to keep another company, who knows ?

The End !

It is the 21st of December 2012. According to the Mayan calendar and a few other sources the end of the world. Well, not the first time I have heard of that. I didn't find it on the Internet, so I'm guessing it is not true. Have to wait and see. So far I still have to go to work and the electric company is sending out bills. The sun is rising in the east, I assume, because it is raining here and dawn not quite yet, if I see the sun rising in the west I'll get nervous.
I wonder what all the believers will be saying tomorrow. A new date will have to be set. Maybe the calendar was off a few days or so. Me, Ill just go on believing no man can know the hour of his death. No man can know when the world ends until we figure out when it began. Despite theories to the contrary, I just don't think we can answer that one either.
So, off to work and another day. Each day is a blessing from above and should be enjoyed. We can not know what the day will bring. See you all tomorrow !

Healing

I was chatting with a friend and the topic of Newtown Ct came up. We both agreed that the news coverage was beginning to be a little too much for either of us. The tragedy and sadness of that event cannot be overstated, as all would agree. A" national discussion" on Gun control and Mental health is indeed warranted and completely necessary. Actions need to be taken. It is just the continued showing of the tragic events, and the rehashing of all the details of that event, that I feel should be discontinued. To what end is this being done other than to satisfy the ratings ? Memorial events and the names of the victims should be shown and shown often.
I can only speak from my own experience. And my experience is that healing comes in silence. It does not come in the glare of spotlights and sad melodies. Healing comes from within. Whatever has caused the grief and strife usually comes with much bluster,chaos and noise. Its' arrival marked by lamentations. The continued probing of the wound does little to heal. Healing arrivals slowly and in silence. A quiet acceptance of circumstance we cannot change.
I along with the rest of the nation wish nothing but healing for those left behind. May they find comfort and acceptance. It is my wish the media will not interfere with that healing. Their continued probing of the wound and the possible effects, can be somewhat of a self fulfilling prophecy. We must allow the emotions to settle before healing can begin. Attempting to speak about the unspeakable is a fruitless endeavor.
Those effected by this tragedy need no reminders. The events of that day are forever burned into their consciousness. To continually revisit that pain does no good. We must never forget but gain a quiet acceptance. We must move forever forward in the hope of a better future. 

Self examination

An examination of your motivations is an examination of your soul. The why of you. Are you motivated by wealth, fame,or acceptance ? Most of us are motivated by at least one of these. Some of us, by all three. I find it a difficult thing to define my motivations. Being truly honest and forthright,even with yourself, is not an easy task. It is those motivators that cause us to react the way we do. Good and evil.
When we become motivated, to the exclusion of all others, that is when things go bad. Motivation must,by definition, move us, but should include others as well. In the history of the world only one had totally unselfish motivation. This is an ideal we should all strive toward. It is the teaching of religion.
I am more motivated by acceptance than any other factor. I take satisfaction is pleasing others and basking in their praise of my accomplishments. That was not an easy assessment to make. It sounds selfish and vain. On some level I suppose it is. It is a simple satisfaction some would call childlike. Whatever the case, I know it to be true. So there it is, for all the world to read.
Wealth and the accumulation of assets has never been a major concern of mine. Like everyone else I dream of wealth and all the good things I could do with it, but it remains a dream. I do not actively pursue that dream. Buying an occasional lottery ticket is as close as it gets. I would much rather be the employee known for doing a good job, being on time and helpful to others than being the CEO. Guess I'm just not the Alpha male I hear so much about.
As for fame, it is a fleeting thing. It comes and goes on a whim. Not a tangible thing. It would be nice to have a measure of fame. We all want to be remembered. The pursuit of fame requires a lot more effort than I am willing to put forth. I will remain satisfied with being famous in my own small world. Each of us enjoy that fame. I trust I will be remembered.
In examining your motivations one need define your expectations. It is the denial of those expectations that leads us astray. The motivators in and of themselves are not evil or good. It is our response when we are denied, that determines our mental health. By keeping our expectations as unselfish as possible, we can find satisfaction. And in that lies the key, the key to happiness. 

Time to mend

It seems to me a lot of problems we have today started with Dr. Spock. No, not Star Trek the other Dr. Spock. Remember him ? The one that said we shouldn't discipline our children, we should reason with them. We shouldn't spank them or hold them accountable for their actions. Remember him ? Seems like ever since some started using those techniques, mental illness in children has increased. These children are now raising children and, heaven forbid, Grandchildren.
I was raised a little bit different from that. I was instructed in proper behavior. I was expected to behave in that fashion. Behavior other than that was not tolerated and corrective measures were taken. I was told the reason, " because I said so " being the most popular. I was held fully accountable for my choices. Punishment up to and including corporal punishment would be administered swiftly and surely. Didn't matter where I was, at home, the store, or Grandmas house. Justice prevailed every time.
I was taught to respect my elders and those in authority. When I was young I was," just that much afraid of my parents and the authorities " having not yet realized it was called, respect, just yet. The response was the same though, appropriate behavior.
I was sent to church. I wasn't asked if I wanted to go to church, I was sent ! The preaching was a bit different back then too. Heavy on hell and damnation with an occasional mention of salvation. You did have a chance to save your everlasting soul if you behaved correctly. Whereas I do not attend a church on a regular basis  today, it did make a lasting impression. Lessons I have not forgotten.
In all honesty I have never read Dr. Spocks book nor do I have knowledge of his methods. What I do know is all hearsay. I do believe a portion of the trouble stems from a lack of guidance and instruction. The current attitude that everything is alright is wrong and misguided. Everything is not alright ! I have watched the degradation of the American way of life. I watch as we teach the children that whatever choices they make are fine and we support them. We must not be negative as we may damage their ego or self esteem. Well I'm here to tell you my self esteem was molded into shape. Sometimes it took a few words,at others, a little tap here and there. I was encouraged, sometimes even pushed, to do the right thing. I was made to apologize for my mistakes and pay for them. More importantly though I was made to understand. Made to understand how it felt to be hurt, bullied or made fun of. These lessons were taught. How were they taught ? I learned by being allowed to learn. My parents didn't intervene in every little dispute or problem I had. There were no counselors, therapists and child psychologists being consulted at every turn. If you needed to see one of these the problem was considered serious. Medicating you into submission wasn't an option either. I learned and came to understand. Understanding the value of life and understanding how to treat others.
We will all hear about Gun control and how that is necessary. There are over 200 million guns out there right now. A little late to worry about that, isn't it ? Closing the barn door a little late. There will much discussion about Mental Illness. How do we treat this ? More medications ? More counseling, therapy sessions and hugging ? Well, how has that been working out for you ?
I don't have the answers. Wish I did. I can look at the past and compare it to today. I can see the differences. Technology has changed. Knowledge has increased. Laws have changed and attitudes shifted. The one constant is people. People are still just people. The outside influences are what shape people. We need to compare those outside experiences, and in them lies the answers. What is influencing man to behave in increasingly irrational manner ? Could it be a lack of structure ? Could it be a lack of constants ? When all behaviors, with few exceptions, are allowed and indeed embraced, should we reasonably expect order ?
Behavior is judged by morality. The moral fabric has become frayed and worn. It is time to mend the moral fabric of this nation. It is time to review the lessons learned from our founding fathers. They were all men of morality. They were not infallible in their belief of behavior, but they were moral. And dare I be so bold, men of faith ! 

Something to believe

I attended my first Christmas play of the season last evening. My grandson Mark was playing the part of Zachariah. The stage setting was wonderful. The costumes were custom made and the baby was played by a real live baby. This child was both John the Baptist and later the Christ child. All the children did a wonderful job, remembering their lines and responding on cue.
The title was, " A Christmas to believe. " The story was told in a narrated fashion. Two young ladies having a discussion about believing in the Christmas story. It was spiced with modern expressions and humor. We are all familiar with the story. As I watched the children perform I couldn't keep the recent tragedy out of my mind. All those thoughts and emotions boiling up inside me. I maintained my composure throughout the program. At the end of the program when all the cast sang together, Happy Birthday to Jesus I found it to be a particularly bittersweet moment. It did give me renewed hope. Hope for the future. If we could only get all children to understand the teachings of a merciful God, perhaps, just perhaps, this madness could be curbed.
It is my contention we all need something to believe in. If we have nothing to believe, what hope can there be ? A return to the values understood by our forefathers is what is needed. The how or why so many have come to not value life at all, I can not comprehend.

Mark as Zachariah 

We can try

As I read the posts and commentary about the tragedy at Newtown Ct , one thing became clear. The media is going for the sale. Giving out the list of names of those lost and showing interviews with the survivors. Mostly children. I have not been watching a lot. It is just too depressing. I did see a posting by Morgan Freeman. In him I heard a voice of reason. He solidly blames the media for glorifying these tragic occurrences. It struck me that we really need more celebrities like Mr Freeman. He was not afraid to speak his truth, although it may not be politically correct or the popular response. Thank You Mr. Freeman.
It is a tragic state of affairs. Those with celebrity and power seldom speak out on the side of reason and truth. Instead most choose to be politically correct and show more concern with their careers than actual events. Whether they are movie stars,rock stars or politicians their usual response is whatever they feel the people want to hear. Either unaware of their influence or unwilling to use it.
I read many postings from the common man. Few propose a gun ban. They know it is not the guns that kill people. Most speak with the voice of reason. We should be aware of these threats but taking away the legal right to own a firearm will not disarm the criminals or the mentally ill. As Mr. Freeman spelled out, the media should not give these deranged and sick people anything more than a mention. Do not give them celebrity ! If you must portray them at all, show them for what they are, sick, depraved people.
How long will it take before we realize we cannot medicate our troubles away. I'm no doctor or psychiatrist but these people have surely shown signs of mental illness. Was there any intervention other than give them some drugs ? That's the response we give today for anyone showing symptoms. Drug'em. And we can counsel them. Well, what about locking them up ? We only do that after they have done the damage. Then we all wonder why ? Not a popular stand and one open for critics but one I support. Yes, there were abuses in the past.
The saddest part of all is, after a few months this incident will be all but forgotten. A memorial will be erected. Names engraved upon a plague. The politically correct group will blame the guns. This tragedy will become another pawn in the political arena. As long as the media shows these acts of senseless violence as " entertainment  or some sort of sick competition " it will continue. The time is way past due. We need to speak out and speak the truth. The common man knows the truth and at least one celebrity. Can we not make this a popular cause ? We need to stop trying to mask the problems with drugs and liberals policies. We need to deal with the problems as best as we can. We will make mistakes but we can at least try. It is too late for Newtown Elementary but by God, we can try ! 

God is Crying,too

Yesterday I came home from work to the terrible news of the shooting at Newton,Ct. All those lives ended by a madman. The television coverage was relentless. Over and over again we heard the tragic tale. Over and over the number of deaths and the stories of the survivors. All that followed by the immediate talk of gun control. The news was numbing. There is no other way to describe it. I was left speechless and feeling a deep sense of sorrow. Sorrow for the lives lost,sorrow for those left to deal with this unimaginable act.
There are questions remaining. The first being, why ? There is no answer for that. There is no reason or explanation for madness. We will try to determine a cause. In our arrogance and grief we will search for the answer. The answer is not to be found. For even if the person that committed this act where alive to tell, it would make little sense to a rational person. It wouldn't be an answer.
 The other question being asked is, why would God allow such a thing to happen ? The answer for me is this, God gave man free will. The choices we make are our own, without intervention. God did not give us free will to only make the correct choices in life. God did give a set of laws to live by. Should man break those laws, judgement awaits. Likewise, in this world man writes laws. Should those laws be violated, judgement awaits. Neither God nor Man can write laws that all will obey.
I do not believe that God wanted this to happen. I do not believe it is part of a larger plan. I believe this is an aberration. An act committed by a madman. I believe God is crying along with the rest of world. In our grief and sorrow we will search for answers. For some it will make them question their faith. It is difficult to grasp the enormity of this act. We should remember that our presence on this earth is but a fleeting moment. The blink of an eye. Eternal life has come to those victims of a madman. His judgement lies with the lord. We must remain steadfast in our faith, knowing our God will never fail us.

The winning liar

I watched a new game show last night. At least it was new to me, as I had not seen this particular one. It is called " Take it All. " Contestants choose prizes either from the board or can take a prize from a fellow contestant. At the end of each round the person with the prize with the lowest monetary value is eliminated.
The show begins with five contestants. The final round called, the prize fight gives these people a choice to make. Their choices are, keep what they have or Take it All. The twist is that both contestants must agree and trust one another. Should they both " lock in " keep what they have they get to do just that. Game over. Should one choose keep what they have and the other say take all, the one saying take all gets all the prizes. Theirs and their opponents. Both saying, take it all results in no one getting anything at all. Both lose everything.
In the final round the contestants get a chance to talk with one another. They can make their case for saying take what we have. Last evening the lady was in tears explaining about her sister which passed at age fifteen from cancer. She explained she wanted to make a contribution to an organization that supported her and her family during that tragic time. The gentleman agreed with her that they should just keep what they have. It all comes down to a matter of trust. The choices were locked in. She said, take what we have. He, however stabbed her in the back and said, take it all. He gained everything. The crowd was clapping and cheering. He was jumping up and down in excitement. He was so proud of his treachery !
I will not watch this show again. It is just another example of rewarding bad behavior in the name of entertainment. I am not amused by seeing a person's hopes dashed to the ground by a liar. It is not a harmless game. The consequences are real. Both of these people had a chance for gain. Greed reared it's ugly head. The results hinged upon being able to trust the other. The message was, don't trust anyone.
Again all I saw from this show was, lie,cheat,steal and do whatever necessary to win. A fine message. Me, I'll take the moral high-ground. 

Contributions

We are all here to make a contribution. A contribution to the whole. And just what is the whole ? The whole you may say is humanity. The existence of man on this planet. Why are we here and what is our purpose ? These questions and more have come down through the ages. Man has striven for the answers. Each of us  contribute something to the response. Some have made tremendous contributions, while others, it appears show nothing but the darker side of man. Good versus evil in an epic struggle. And in the end what achievement do we hope to gain ? Immortality ? World Peace ? Or is it the dominance of nature that we seek ? To rule and control ?
The how or why of the situation I have no idea about it. It is certainly beyond my comprehension. I do know that I am here. I have my set of values and beliefs. My sense of good and evil. It is my desire to contribute to the good. The measure of that contribution is what is of concern. Am I contributing my best effort ? Is this contribution sufficient. ? These are the questions that should haunt the thinking man.
Your response and reaction lies in your faith. Whatever faith one has. We are all, by nature, selfish. Self preservation being an inherent trait. We wish to live. On the other hand we are all aware of our mortality. It is the possible existence of eternal life that is the primary driving factor in our faith. In our selfishness we want to live forever. That may or may not be part of the plan. At the very least our physical self is not immortal. As to the spirit, that is a question of faith. It is my belief that our contribution to the good, determines our contribution to the spirit. For spirit and good are one and the same. This I learned through my faith. And in a sense is that not what is taught in all faiths ? Following the tenants of that faith is a good thing and not following leads to eternal death ! The death of your spirit.
Following this logic it only makes sense for me to contribute to the good. I'm doing it for my own self preservation. I should contribute as much as possible. Being completely unselfish. Love others as I love myself. Sounds familiar doesn't it ? Sometimes the answer is just that simple. I need first be concerned with my own contributions before judging others.
It is in this time of gift giving that man was given a gift. The gift of life. All we need do is make a positive contribution to the whole. The how or why is not important, only the contribution. Self sacrifice for self preservation. Then we may receive the greatest gift of all.

The Winter Concert

I had the pleasure of attending the Winter Concert given by the Greensboro Elementary School. The band played, the Chorus sang and the glee club presented a Charlie Brown Christmas. My granddaughter is a member of the chorus and sang beautifully, of course. And she looked stunning as well ! I am truly blessed. But enough bragging, well you can never brag too much when you are a grandparent, the show was wonderful. If one wasn't in the spirit of the season going in, you were going out.
I was especially pleased that the program began with the singing of the national anthem. That always warms my heart. In addition I was pleased that there was little of the " politically correct " injected into the program. Merry Christmas was said, and Christmas songs performed. The glee club presented a Charlie Brown Christmas complete with the reading of the, meaning of Christmas speech. Wonderful and no one seemed offended. That is one of the reasons I like Greensboro as much as I do. We still have the small town,home town feel. Especially during the Christmas season. I believe it is a wonderful thing for the children. They may not call Maryland the heartland, but it is a close second. We still teach the old time values in these parts.
I am grateful my grandchildren are here to benefit from this and not in some inner city somewhere or suburb.
Greensboro is a good place to learn and grow.

Morgan Reichart

Greetings

At this time of the year we hear the same old debate. Should we say, Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays ?
My view is you should say whichever pleases you. I fail to understand why we cannot exchange cordial greetings without someone feeling offense. I'll go out on a limb here and say it is mostly between Christians and Jews. Have we really reached a point where we must remove all references to anything remotely relating to our religious beliefs from our speech ? A sad state of affairs. It is my feeling those that are offended must harbor some prejudice against others. To be that " thin skinned " as they say, is a sad thing.
Should I say, Merry Christmas to you and should you be of the Jewish faith why would you not answer with, " Happy Hanukkah ? " To which my response would be , Happy Hanukkah to you ! I certainly wouldn't feel offended or oppressed in any fashion.
I would also be just as glad to tell you Happy Kwanzaa, or happy festivus for the restof us ! It is the exchange of greeting that is important here. A time of the year when we all share in the happiness that the season brings. It is a shame that we can not all be just as cordial throughout the year. I suppose we should change our greetings and remove any trace of gender specific salutations or marital status. We should greet each other as Citizen. Oh wait, can't do that might offend those that are not citizens. On second thought, maybe we should just not speak at all.
Isn't this debate just the silliest thing ? Get over it and chill out ! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa and whatever greeting you would like to hear. Enjoy the company of your fellow man, be kind to one another and smile.

Northwest

In the last few years I have taken a renewed interest in history. Not so much world history or American history as local history. Well, it was local history until I moved away. Now it is the history of my hometown. Funny how when I was living there I could have learned so much first hand and never took the time. Isn't that always the way ? We never seem to see the things that are right in front of us. We seem to look to the distance. Not seeing the trees for the forest,as it were.
The area I grew up in was called Northwest woods. I lived on the northern fringe of this geographic area. I was aware of it's general location in the township and knew it's boundaries. I wandered around this wooded area as a young boy playing cowboys or whatever. I thought I was deep into these woods but probably not too far from home. There were homes scattered about throughout the area and I was aware of trespass. What I didn't know was there was a " lost " village in these woods. The village of Northwest. My own ancestors lived in this village and I was totally unaware. I never heard of anyone speak of this village. I probably just wasn't listening. This lost village was no more than a distant memory in my parents time so it is no wonder. I learned later that there were those researching this area but I knew nothing of that. It would have been something the old folks did. Old folks are always walking around in the cemeteries and in dusty attics. Now I've grown older myself and haunt these same areas. History repeating itself.
The little knowledge I do have comes from an old book. This book was published in 1953 and contains four pages about this little village. In my genealogy research I discovered some of my ancestors living there and a least one buried there. According to the book I have, there are five tiny cemeteries located in these woods. My own Grandmother lived in this village at one time but moved before the village was gone. I have learned there was a fledgling shipbuilding operation going on there. There was a wharf for ships and whale ships sailed from this harbor. Goods were exported and imported and there was a lively trade. Alas, across the bay in an area of deeper water, another pier was built. This pier was larger and the anchorage was better.
Trade shifted and a village died. A community fading back into the woods.
How different things may have been had it survived and prospered. Hopes and dreams were lost and shattered. A few lonely souls are buried there. Alone in the village they must have loved, the last residents.

What the neighbors brought in

Let's go home and see what the neighbors brought in. When I was a young man I heard that phrase a time or two. Dad would use it. He said that in a joking manner and I was curious about it's meaning. Seems like an odd choice of words. It was the manner of speaking back in those days in my little corner of the world. A colloquial phrase. It's meaning steeped in tradition.
I grew up on the eastern end of Long Island. Farming and fishing being the chief occupations. It was a rather remote section of the country and the families living there had been there for generations. Relations and relationships were plentiful. Those that weren't directly related to one another had connections to the others. Memories were long on the island and people were dependent upon one another. The result of living in a small community and the lack of major industry. Tight knit as the saying goes.
When a family might be experiencing some difficulty, financial or personal, the others just naturally chipped in. When returning to their home, or perhaps early in the morning this family may find a gift of some sort on their doorsteps. A food of some type more times than not. A bushel of clams, a few fish or maybe some meat. It is, " what the neighbors brought in. " Never a note or any indication of who left it. That wasn't necessary. It was just," the way." In later years this tradition expanded a little to include the leaving of these gifts at any time. Say I have been fishing and caught more than I need. I might just leave them on your doorstep. The neighbors brought them in. This was in a time of less refrigeration and freezers. We wouldn't want the resources we have been provided by providence to go to waste. Also, it cost us nothing to obtain these things and the willingness to share was free-er. Literally.
So, when Dad said, let's go home and see what the neighbors brought in, he was teasing me. Insinuating that we needed these things and implying we were destitute. Poor as church mice was another common phrase. Guess church mice are different from field mice. But I'm thinking their rewards are greater.
There were times when we did receive things. Extra bounty from friends and relatives. Sometimes we knew who left it and sometimes we didn't. I expect it was the same in a lot of small communities like ours across America. It is a time I remember from my youth. A time gone by. A time I wish to revisit, but cannot. I can continue the tradition however. Go home and see what the neighbors brought in, you may be surprised.

Words

Lately I have become fascinated with vocabulary. I am amused by the choice of words, both written and spoken, and the meanings they convey. More correctly I have become amused by the conclusions others draw about you by your selection of words. More so, when these same people have known you for quite some time. It is of particular amusement when these same people now reach the conclusion, " you're smarter than I thought you were. " Just what does that mean anyway ?
I've always been a word person. Always have enjoyed the use of words to describe things. Painting the picture,as they say. I've also been aware of dialects. Different groups of people speaking the same language but in a different fashion. The many ways of conveying your emotions. In the " vernacular " of the time and place as it were. I have picked up bits and pieces of dialects from around the country and lace them into my speech. I have grown accustomed to certain mannerism in speech depending on the environment. I was in the Navy for a number of years and it is true the speech patterns and use of certain phrases differ there from society in general. At least that was true in my time. I have noticed the increased use of vulgarity in everyday speech over the years.
The really " big " words, those used in polite company, have traditionally been the provenance of the wealthy or learned. Often misconstrued as being arrogance. I used to think so myself until the last few years or so. Now I view them as one more way to explain my feelings. A means to more aptly describe something. Language is what separates man from man. Making our feelings and thoughts known clearly without offense.
That is the goal of any language. By choosing the correct terms,phrases and vocabulary we can enter another man's world. The language I choose to speak on the street corner, should certainly differ from the language I use at a formal dinner party.
This fascination with vocabulary has developed since I began writing this blog. I first just wrote the words as they came to mind. In my native vernacular. Then I began to find that my vocabulary was sometimes inadequate to describe the intent. Words floated around my head I thought might apply. I confess to checking their meaning with Webster online before using them. To my own surprise the meanings were usually what I had anticipated. Must have learned more of this language than I thought. And this process continues.
I must say the interjection of some words not commonly heard can lend some credence to your thought or argument. I find it throws others off their balance. String a number of them together and one can stifle the response of others. It also lends a sense of cordiality to the conversation. Something I think we need a lot more of these days. It is my observation that our speech patterns have become "angrier"and more confrontational over the years. I do long for gentler times. Not all emotions or actions can be described with just four letters ! I grow weary of that adjective.
The truth of the matter is this, my intelligence quotient has not increased by using a larger vocabulary. It is only a perception on the part of those listening or reading these words. Some will be fooled, others will not. But I feel by careful selection of vocabulary it is possible to convey your meanings. The comprehension lies in the interpretation of the words. I just look them up.

Dismissed

I was feeling a certain way. Not angry, disappointed or sullen. I couldn't quite put a description on it and I was puzzled by it. Then I came to realize what it was, I was feeling dismissed. That was the emotion I was experiencing. I detest that feeling. The feeling being that your opinion or insights do not matter at all. That your input is of no consequence whatsoever. You have been dismissed. You may leave sir as you are no longer of value here.
I think that is a basic human need. The need to feel valued. When one starts to feel their value only lies in what they have to offer, and that offer is rejected, that is a bad thing. Being dismissed altogether is quite another.
I am as guilty of this as anyone else. I can sometimes be dismissive. When I get the feeling I have far more knowledge or experience in a certain area. When I feel your comments or actions to be inadequate.
The very worst part about being dismissed is your inability to change the situation. Short of doing something radical or foolish in nature, there is little you can do. You have been dismissed. You are gone. And even if one should take some radical action it will only lead to you looking even more foolish.
We all have our ups and downs. Defining the emotions does little to appease them however. I do think understanding why you are feeling the emotion that you do is of benefit. The benefit lies in applying this knowledge when dealing with others. Knowing your own emotional state and how it may affect your interaction with others. This is the first time I would say I am feeling dismissed.
Curious, our emotions. Why I am feeling so, I can explain. The answer however would be self serving and somewhat jaded. The only question remaining being, once dismissed do you strive for readmittance ? Or is it best to remain silent and content in the background ? One should choose their battles with care. Perhaps the issue is insignificant but never the person. That is the basis of the emotion.

Different

Often times when we talk of someone being different, it is not a good thing. It may be a source of amusement or a source of sorrow. The conditions of being different, the deciding factor. And we all know someone who is just, different. That being said, we all hope to make a difference ? We don't want to be considered different. Making a difference is always a good thing, isn't it ? Wouldn't you have to be different yourself in order to make a difference ? Otherwise you would be just the same as everyone else. It is all very confusing. Guess we just don't want to be too different. A little different is alright, I can have a different opinion, but not too much of a difference of opinion. That's just crazy !
A lot of people that have made a difference in our world have been well; different. Artists, inventors and authors. But then, they were considered eccentric. Eccentric is okay. Well, eccentric is okay if you are rich and /or famous. If you are neither of those you're just plain nuts. Or different.
Ideally we would all be " normal " people that make a difference. Thing is, if you want to be noticed you have to be different. You have to be different in your words, thoughts or actions. The trick is to be different without appearing to be different. After gaining some measure of fame or fortune you can always become eccentric. Once you are eccentric however, there is no going back. You're that way forever. Being different is something you have no control over. Either you are, or you are not. You could fool some for a time I suppose, but I don't think that charade would be sustainable.
To further confuse the situation we are always told that each one of us is different. We are unique. That's another adjective that can be applied with varying degrees of implication. Is that a good thing or a bad thing ? Would you want to be called unique ? Again, don't be too different or too unique though, it may not be a good thing. Each of us take pride in being independent and " our own person " all the while trying not to appear different. We tell our children, just be yourself. You don't have to do something just because everyone else is ! Develop your own style. Followed by, what are you doing ? Don't do that or you're not wearing that outfit out of this house ! Are you crazy ? Get with the program. People are going to talk about you.
As for me I think I wouldn't mind being labeled different. I think it would be a compliment to be considered in that category. At the very least I have given people something to think about or consider. The definition lies in the extremes. A little different is okay, not a lot. To be different is to stand out from the crowd. People tend to remember those that are a bit different. That would be good. Maybe.

Giving

With Christmas just around the corner I was doing a little reminiscing. As I searched the store for an appropriate gift for the secret Santa game, I remembered how my Mom always left a " little something " for the mailman, the milkman and the newspaper man. Back in those days they were called men irregardless of gender. I recalled how we knew each one by name and his family. Over the years this custom died out. First, by not having a milkman anymore, no home delivery, and then later by law. I remember a story about a mailman getting cards in the mailbox and accepting them. There was no postage affixed and he was fired for accepting " delivered " mail without postage. At that time it was also made clear these service people could not accept gifts from their patrons. Another mail-person was fired for leaving Christmas cards to those on his route without putting postage on them.  What a shame. A shame that you could no longer freely give a gift without repercussions.
I was talking with my Mom this past Sunday and shared this memory with her. She laughed and remembered the story as well. She then told me something I found incredible. She told me her mail-person includes a card that she can use to mail him a gift. The envelope is self addressed but does not include postage. The expectation is that you will put your gift in the card,add postage, and mail it back to him. This just struck me as a bit presumptuous. Then again maybe it is just a matter of practicality. In my opinion it does detract from the spirit of the season. A modern solution to a modern problem. I would think it is also illegal. I should think he is delivering " mail " without postage. Same as the cards that postman was fired for years ago. It makes little difference to me though, I see no harm in it.
This is the first I had ever heard of such a thing. Apparently this person has been doing this for a number of years. Have you heard or experienced this  ? I'm not sure how I would react to it. I'm thinking I wouldn't react positively though. Gifts are for giving. I was always told to expect nothing,that way you don't get disappointed !
In trying to maintain a positive attitude I will not think badly of this person. I will still believe in the spirit of Christmas. I will try to believe this is just an aberration in social custom. After all, we must maintain political correctness at all times. And in that spirit I say, Merry Christmas !

Dining Out

 As members of the Greensboro historical society my Grandson and I attended the annual Christmas party. It was held last evening on our regular meeting date. The first Monday of the month. We played some trivia games and did the Chinese gift exchange thing. It was a pleasant evening with our fellow citizens.
The majority of the members are 60 plus in age. Most were born and raised in Greensboro or the surrounding area. I, of course, am a transplant but Mark is a native.
The owner of an upscale restaurant is a friend of the society. The restaurant has been converted from a rather historic home here in Greensboro. This home was owned by Judge L Goldsboro, a gentleman of much note in these parts. His family was very prominent, containing Senators,Ambassadors and electrical engineers. Our party was held in this place. We were the only ones there,as the restaurant was only open for our group. The chef cooked exclusively for us. And we did have one server.
It was a good experience for Mark as well as myself. Not being one to dine out often and certainly not at the more upscale places the food was of interest. The appetizers, or as they called them Hors D'voures (SP) consisted of crab dip and crackers along with an assortment of cheeses. The crab dip I was familiar with but the cheeses confused me a bit. One was something they told me was called Brie. Heard of it before and now I can say I've eaten it. Not bad. The others looked like cheddar and pepper jack so I went with that.
There were fresh vegetables available as well and that is what Mark went for.
The main course was served. It was a chicken breast, covered with some kind of sauce and sprinkled with some green stuff. Looked pretty and tasted pretty good. Also a few strips of beef. Spicy and a good snack. The mashed potatoes must have been extruded through a cookie press or something. They were spread like icing on a cake with wave like ripples,or they had green stuff sprinkled on them too. We got eight or ten green beans also. Not very filling but looks good.
Well dining with the cloth tablecloth and napkins was a nice experience. Sitting up all prim and proper enjoying pleasant conversation. Very sophisticated. The setting was very nice. After the meal we enjoyed coffee and a desert. There was a sort of cake that had some fancy name but I didn't try that. Looked like a jelly roll to me but then I'm not up on this stuff. All in all a very nice affair.

Mark enjoying his coffee ! not really.

Marching into history

With the approach of December the seventh, the day that will live in infamy, I am reminded of the sacrifices of our fathers. To some of you reading this, your grandfathers. The generation that fought a world war against two of the greatest foes we have ever had to face. It took four years of death and perseverance but they prevailed. And then they returned to their farms and cities and continued with their lives. They gave birth to the baby boomers and presided over the greatest period of growth America has ever seen. Advances in technology, science and human rights unparalleled in history.
Of the over 16 million veterans of this war approximately 9% remain alive today. In 2011 it was estimated we were losing these heroes of the republic at the rate of 670 a day. My own father is among the honored dead. He left us in 1990. Today their median age is 92. In the not too distant future the last soldier of that mighty struggle will be laid to rest.
After the passing of my father, my Mom remarried. She found another to accompany her in life's journey. This man is a veteran of that war as well. His age, 92. His birthday is today. He was born in 1918. This man, Joe, served with General George S Pattons third army in the european campaign. He speaks little of this service and would rather dismiss the subject altogether. The most telling of his stories you can read in his eyes. He need not speak of the horrors those eyes have seen, or the fear he had to live with. A man of small stature and a docile nature. In the civilian world he played the accordion professionally as a member of a well known band. A musician ordered to be a soldier. He served with honor.
Pearl harbor is a memory burned into his soul. Burned there by the fire of combat. These men and their memories are fast leaving this world. Many of their stories have been written and preserved. Their efforts well documented. Joe has a daughter that will carry his memory with her. It is a sacred trust. I have preserved my fathers story for future generations. Each soldier,sailor,airman and participant in that conflict deserves that much. Reach out to them now before it is too late. If you do not record their story, at least present them with the opportunity to tell it. In my experience, most will not, it is their way. It is the way of our fathers. Do what needs to be done, and be done with it. Move on, don't forget, but don't brag either. Receive whatever accolades are offered with grace and dignity. Not demanding but always grateful.
And so I say Happy Birthday Mr. Joe. Thank you for your service to our nation. Thank you for paving the way to the freedoms we enjoy today. Your story will not go untold or unrecorded. Your sacrifice not in vain.

Homemade

My holiday decorating has begun. The outside lighting went up yesterday along with a few accessories. The obligatory Santa and wreaths hung out with care. Some of these decorations I have had for many seasons. My collection of stuff swelled over the years, but, in the last couple I have thinned it down some. Too much stuff and the desire to put it all up being contributing factors.
All the outdoor stuff I could really do without. I don't think that would bother me all that much. After all it is more for others to look at, than myself. Like everyone else, once they are up and I have admired my handiwork, I pay little attention to them until it is time for them to come down. The one thing I would miss would be the Christmas tree itself. It is my favorite holiday decoration, next to the Nativity scene of course.
I want a live tree, no artificial Christmas for me thank you. I love the smell of the fresh pine and the way they are never quite perfect. They are just the way God made us, with a few imperfections, but we can dress them up. Just takes a little work and effort on our part. The ornaments are special to me. They are a mixture of store bought and handmade. I like stringing the popcorn and have done so several years. It is not a tradition exactly, but something I enjoy. The store bought ornaments that have survived the years are small treasures. We discuss each one as it is placed upon the tree. Remember this one? I had forgotten about this. All those memories.
My wife is quite the crochet person. Very adept and talented. Over the years she has crocheted ornaments for our tree and they are my very favorite ones of all. Christmas stockings, small wreaths, and covers for the Christmas balls. These ornaments have been shared with family and friends over the years. I'm confident they are hanging on other trees each year. That thought pleases me. I can take pride in her accomplishments and enjoy that. Some years back she made a Mrs. Santa doll and each year she sits patiently waiting for her husband to arrive. His clothing is here and ready for use for his body hasn't arrived yet, perhaps this year.
I would be very happy with just the decorations and the tree for Christmas. I could do without all the hassle of shopping and stressing out about what to give everyone. I'd be content to just sit and enjoy that scene. Christmas is a time for reflection and rebirth. A promise fulfilled. All things are new again. A new year lies just ahead and new possibilities.
You can not buy peace on earth and goodwill toward men. You can not buy the salvation offered to you freely. All the decorations and gifts in the world mean nothing without the love. And the love was revealed to us at Christmas. Each year, each Christmas and within each special ornament memories remain. And memories, my friends, are homemade.

Mrs Claus

The path

I was thinking about career choices I have made over the years. First off I'm thinking maybe I should have sold " Grit " magazines. I remember seeing their ads in the back of comic books. Could have gotten a regular route. The boy in the ad got a new bicycle and still had money. A missed opportunity I suppose. Didn't know of anyone else selling them in town either. I did spend some time looking for that elusive silver dollar that was worth thousands. Had  big pictures of that on the back cover of a lot of magazines.
Then there were those matchbook covers about going to art school. Draw the pirate and get a free evaluation of your artistic talent. Never did draw that pirate but I always suspected the art school would have told me I had great potential. I was skeptical even then. Maybe I should have done it, now I'll never know. Could add it to the bucket list but I don't smoke anymore so no matchbooks. Guess they still make them.
Back in those days you didn't see a lot of ads for going to college. Now you can't avoid them. Get your degree online and all that. Never set foot in a classroom, never even open a book ! I suspect if you really wanted a degree you could just buy one. Check e-bay they got everything. No, career paths back then usually involved selling something. Am-way, fuller brushes, Avon and such.
Now, I chose to join the Navy. Higher education was not an option. Besides I could get training for free and get paid while doing it. Sounded like a good deal to me. I went to some schools and learned about steam propulsion systems. Started having a lot of fun and didn't really avail myself of all the opportunities available. Hey, I was young. After the first four years I thought I would go home. Went there,got married and got smacked in the face with reality ! I did learn the basics of a trade, upholstery, but made another choice. Went back in the Navy. Wasn't as much fun the last sixteen years but earned that retirement. It was a career, although I never thought of it that way. It was a job to me.
Since that time I have held a few positions. Mechanic and Public works employee. As I approach the age of Social Security the need for a career looms ahead of me. Guess I had better get cracking on that. I see some ads to go back to school and earn that degree. Of course there are those ads to become a photographer ! Take a few shots and e-mail them in and receive a free evaluation. I'm thinking I have potential. Might have to get new glasses though. The ads promise a fulfilling career and recognition. Well maybe Grit magazine still needs a few more distributors. Or Boys Life. Have to check that out. Wonder if kids read magazines like that anymore ?
The path I have taken to get here certainly has been diverse. I would have to say I have enjoyed it. Don't they say the journey is more exciting than the destination ? I think so. In the end I would like to be defined not by what career I had, but what I did on the journey. 

Tax

Here in Maryland they are proposing an increase in the cigarette tax,again. Another dollar. The lawmakers and bean counters are counting on this revenue and see no problem in collecting it. There is no concern that massive amounts of people will quit buying this product. I'm convinced more will seek the product elsewhere. Whatever. I am happy to say I quit that habit some time back. What I do find interesting is the willingness of people to keep buying. If we could only get people as devoted to supporting charities or doing good deeds what a wonderful world we would have.
I'm not preaching, I was one of those people for many years. I understand. I do wonder just where the tipping point is going to be. That point where those attempting to get the product cheaply cause problems for everyone else. And at what point does the government become dependent upon this income ? The revenue stream is significant but the cash cow has got to go dry at some point. At least that is one of the reasons stated for increasing the tax. To make people quit and lower the cost of health care.
I have said this before, but older folks tend to repeat themselves, how wise is it to base an economy on " sin "taxes. Tobacco, gambling ( gaming ), and liquor. And now in four states marijuana. Can a tax on medicines be far behind ? I'm guessing not, as soon as they figure out what to call it other than a tax. A production fee ?
Fees are not taxes. That's what I've been told but I disagree.
I'm no statistician or pollster but I think I can safely state the demographics of those most likely to be using these products. Don't get upset, remember I was included in those demographics in the not to distant past.
It is not the strongest of financial bases. Just sayin'.
I believe these taxes are imposed in part because these are the people least likely to have the means to effectively protest or overturn this decision. Not many in this demographic have the power, influence or wealth to mount a significant challenge. Prey upon the weakness of man. That is the crux of the whole deal, isn't it. Chance or design ?  

" Rats "

I,along with millions of others, purchased my power ball winning ticket yesterday. I took my shot at a 550 million dollar prize. Long story short, didn't win. Didn't even get my money back. Another six bucks down the drain ! Well, you can't win if you don't play. I wasn't surprised or disappointed. It was an " rats " type reaction. Check the numbers and say, " rats. "
Although you will hear me talk about the foolishness of basing an economy on gambling I will occasionally participate. I do not wait for the prize to be unusually large however. The power ball prize begins at 12 million, more than enough for me, so why wait for a larger amount ? Truth be told, just winning any amount would be great. A few hundred could come in handy.
I do enjoy the speculation about winning though. All the big plans and dreams. It is pure fantasy. I hear of others spending large amounts of money in an attempt to win. A little research will show you how foolish that is. You have to spend in the hundred thousand dollar range to alter your individual odds of purchasing that one winning ticket. Why I even spend six dollars I can only explain by saying, I got caught up in the whole thing. It is fantasy but the cash is real.
I imagine if I wanted to do the research I could come up with the figures. Certainly it is a matter of public knowledge. The jackpot this time was  579.9 million. That is what will be paid out, in theory. So how much was taken in ? And why is the amount so different if you take the cash option versus the annuity ? Could it be the government doesn't really have all that money on hand ? Surely the amount taken in must exceed the payout. It has been a number of weeks since the last jackpot payout. Don't quote me but I think I heard them say 16 weeks. Pretty good fundraiser though.
Maybe we should fund the Red Cross or some other charitable organization with a similar system. Hurricane relief for instance. Buy your tickets for a prize and the proceeds go to that cause. When you lose, you really win ! For helping out your fellow man sure would make you a winner. The problem lies in the oversight of the program and the disbursement of the proceeds. I'm thinking we could work that out. I believe in the charity of man. I believe we would all want to help out our fellow citizens in time of need. I believe in the human spirit. Just sometimes that spirit needs a little incentive ! The incentive ? Ten per cent of whatever is taken in weekly. If the fund takes in one million, you get 100,000 tax free ! Sounds like a plan to me.
I know there are administrative costs involved and other fees and taxes. But it is a fantasy anyway so that doesn't matter. The government wouldn't allow this because it makes too much sense and there is no profit in it. And if they did decide to do it, the costs for administration would be crippling. " RATS "

Time and Change

I was at the store the other day waiting in the checkout line. I was next and the cashier had just given the customer ahead of me the total. Reaching in her purse she pulled out two hundred dollar bills. The cashier takes them as non nonchalant and uncaring as can be. Change was given and it was my turn.
As I watched that little scene unfold I couldn't help but remember. Remember when a hundred dollar bill was a rare sight ? Must be rich to carry one of those around. You might get a fifty on occasion but those hundreds ! I was thinking about that when I checked out. As I gave the cashier my money she reached into a little cup and added two pennies to it. Easier to make change that way. I was thinking then, when I was a kid I could have gotten two pieces of candy for that ! The value of a dollar sure has changed.
Ben Franklin said, " a penny saved is a penny earned." Wonder what old Ben would have to say about people giving money away because it was more convenient than making change ? And honest Abe wouldn't have had to walk that three miles to return that penny either. Every now and again I hear talk of doing away with the penny altogether. The claim being it costs more to make than it is worth. I can believe that. I suspect that if that happens the cost of everything will be rounded up to the nearest nickel ! I don't think I will see that in my lifetime. Might see the disappearance of cash though. Electronic transfer of funds and credit/debit cards. It is already happening and will continue. I find it amazing that I am now paying for the right to spend my own money. Costs money to spend money !
I recall one Christmas when an aunt gave me a hundred dollar bill. It was in one of those cards designed for that purpose. I'm pretty sure it was the first one I had ever seen. I couldn't believe it. I knew Aunt Minnie had more than we did, but a hundred dollars for a gift ! Man, she must be loaded. Now as a matter of routine hundred dollar bills are passed. Fifties are not uncommon and twenties ho hum. Yes, they say pennies you find on the sidewalk are pennies from heaven, now the cashier will just give them to you. And the funny thing is a lot of those cashiers are no angels, believe me. Time and change.

Facebook and the Fridge

Yesterday I wrote about creating things. Whether those things are objects or thoughts. I was thinking about when we were younger and how we would readily share those things. We had no thoughts of rejection or criticism. I was remembering that feeling when Mom put it in the most revered place in the home. On the refrigerator. I still do that with the Grandkids stuff. I'm sure you all do as well. But now we have a much larger refrigerator. We can post almost anything on there, and we do. We call it Facebook. Facebook is the refrigerator of the world. Want to know about a person ? Go to their Facebook pages or better still their wall. A quick study of that will show you a lot about that person. Scroll down and read their comments.
I hear about people complaining about privacy concerns using Facebook. If they kept in mind that posting things on Facebook is the same as putting it on your refrigerator door, I'm sure a lot less information would make its' way there. Unless you want me sitting in your kitchen, while you are out of the room, you probably shouldn't post so much.
I'm guilty of overposting. I admit it. I post everything of interest to me on there. People who know me will say, " don't post this on Facebook. " I do try to honor those requests, but sometimes things are just too funny not to share. And the Grankids are just too cute !
To be completely honest about the whole deal I have to say I love posting my stuff on the refrigerator door. I love it as much today as I did when I was a kid. I think we all like that feeling. Facebook is a way of recapturing it. Whether we make it up ourselves or find it in a funny status shuffle we love to post those things. Our pictures, memories and accomplishments. Isn't technology great.

Creations of the Past

Do you have anything that you made as a child ? A picture or a craft of some kind ? I have a few, thanks to Mom. She saved them. I have one sitting in my kitchen cabinet. The date on it is October 20, 1970. I was a junior in high school. This object was made in ceramics class. The teacher, Mr. Sherrill Webb. This same teacher taught me many things I still use everyday. Knowledge of a practical nature.
How long it has sat in my cabinet I can't say. Mom must have given it back to me at some point and I just placed it in there. I barely pay any attention to it. Except this morning. This morning I opened that door and there it sat, looking back at me. A flood of memories came back. I remembered the feel of the clay as I spun it on the wheel. I remembered applying the glaze and writing those words upon it. I vividly recalled having to design my " potters mark. " I designed a cart, the handle pointing to the right to signify Reich-art. Right Art. I recall getting an " A " for that design. Thank You Mr. Webb.
As I looked at that piece of crude pottery I couldn't help but think, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could take as much pride in the things we do as adults, as we did when we were younger. Remember the pride in accomplishment when you colored a picture just right ? Remember when you offered those gifts to someone and were certain that they would just love it !  I suppose you could call that the innocence of youth. That when we become older we become so much more sophisticated and knowledgeable. Or you could say we become more critical. More critical of ourselves and others.
When we were little we made and gave those things for the enjoyment of it. We hoped for recognition of a job well done. We expected that much and we usually got it. As we grew we came to demand more of ourselves and others. At what point we no longer try isn't as clear. When do we not allow ourselves that vulnerability ? And isn't that the central issue ? To expose yourself to criticism. Are you willing ?
When we were children we were confident. We knew that our efforts would be appreciated and even admired. As time went by that confidence was lost. Once lost, it can not be regained. Or can it ?
It is never too late to pursue your interests whatever they may be. Grandma Moses did. Maybe it is an interest you never knew you had. Grab some of that lost confidence, be vulnerable and just put it out there.
Do not be discouraged by a lack of critical acclaim or nay sayers. Pursue those interests or just enjoy the attempt.

circa 1970