Poor Bandido

We all know Bandido  has poor eyesight.  Today he almost froze because of it.

I let him out on the back deck where I had shoveled a nice snow free area for him to go pee.  Since there was so much snow I did not hook him up to his leash for a run (slow walk) to the backyard.

While I was busy at the computer at the dining room table I soon wondered why he had not come back to the door to be let in.

Lo and behold he was nowhere to be seen, until I noticed a wandering trail of a paw marked tunnel in the snow that went round and round below the deck and then trailed off in to the side yard.  I ran to the front door and looked out to see if the trail led to the front of the house.  Not so.  I ran back and peered over the side of the deck and there was Bandido wandering around in the deep snow in the neighbor's yard.

All tuckered out after his snow trip.

  He had so many balls of snow stuck to him I had to put him in the bathtub and warm his legs with warm water and melt the snow. 

Poor thing, this is the first time in a year or so that he stepped off the deck by himself.   With the snow about the same heighth I am sure he just went the wrong way.  What if I had forgotten I let him out????  I shudder to think.  With his bad eyes and deaf ears and my bad memory,  we are a dangerous duo.

Old Man Trees

"Darn, we thought spring was here!"

Fear Thou Not!

As I was listening to the TV today I heard someone say "I have never seen so much fear in the faces of the people as I followed the campaign trail this year."  And then he listed all the reasons we have to fear and I understood well what he was saying.  And then I turned to the Church News and on the back was an editorial 'Fear Thou Not'.

I quote "In these times, many people are pessimistic toward the future...and then a list of all negative things going on and then "However, as valid as these issues may be, we do not need to lose hope. The adversary would seduce us into pessisism for, with that attitude, he has greater control." 

And then  a list of suggestions of how to avoid this fear and finally a quote from the best example of optimism President Thomas S. Monson.  This is what he said in October 2011.

"In this world where nearly everything seems to be changing, His constancy is something on which we can rely, an anchor to which we can hold fast and be safe, lest we be swept away into uncharted waters.

Some of you may feel restricted by the code of conduct to which we in the Church adhere. My brothers and sisters, I declare to you, however, that there is nothing which can bring more joy into our lives or more peace to our souls than the Spirit which can come to us as we follow the Savior and keep the commandments. That Spirit cannot be present at the kinds of activities in which so much of the world participates.

We must be vigilant in a world which has moved so far from that which is spiritual. It is essential that we reject anything that does not conform to our standards, refusing in the process to surrender that which we desire most: eternal life in the kingdom of God. The storms will still beat at our doors from time to time, for they are an inescapable part of our existence in mortality. We, however, will be far better equipped to deal with them, to learn from them, and to overcome them if we have the gospel at our core and the love of the Savior in our hearts.

As the winds of change swirl around us and the moral fiber of society continues to disintegrate before our very eyes, may we remember the Lord’s precious promise to those who trust in Him: “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” Isaiah 41:10."

What a Promise!  How great to have a consistent light of hope in this dark world.

A Train In Winter

I just finished the book Maria sent to me 'A Train in Winter'.  It is the story of 230 women who were a part of the French Resistance in WWII and who were hunted down and imprisoned and eventually sent to Auschwitz. 

Only 49 survive and return to France after the war.  The saddest part to me is that these 49 who survive do not really have happy lives after the war.  It is as if they cannot get the horror of what they went through out of their memories or out of their physical health.  They feel they cannot really put into understandable words what they went through either.

I myself had not read such personal descriptions of life in Auschwitz.  I did not know there were many others there besides the Jews.  Although the mission was to exterminate the Jews, many others were there to work for the Nazis, but they were horribly treated and most of them died also.  (Actually the Nazis had these women sign papers that they would not tell what went on in the camps.)  How could they ( the Nazis) who were losing the war at this time, expect them to honor that?

I cried for awhile after I finished.  I felt so ashamed of my every feeling sad about any experiences I have had--they cannot, of course, be even a particle of what these women had gone through.

One thing that was interesting is this quote: "Their own particular skills as women, caring for others and being practical, made them, they told themselves, less vulnerable than men to harsh conditions and despair.  Adaptability was crucial, resignation fatal.  The inability to undo a vision of life as it should be and not cope with what it was, led, as they had observed. to apathy and the condition of musulmans, those more dead than alive.  They did their best to stay clean, to wash their faces in the snow or icy brooks, believing that it made them both healthier and more dignified.  And they wanted, passionately, to live, to survive the war, and to describe to the world exactly what they had been through and what they had witnessed."

Also interesting was that the older women (30-50s) could adapt more than the younger ones (20 and younger who were healthier).  They also knew they needed each other and so kept that friendship and caring throughout their imprisonment.  You could not survive alone.

Toward the end, the Nazis were speedily trying to get rid of the emaciated bodies before the Yanks would discover them.   "One night, Marie-Claude heard terrible cries; next morning she learnt that because the gas chambers had run out of Zyklon B pellets, the smaller children had been thrown directly on to the flames. 'When we tell people,' she said to the others, 'who will believe us?'  The Gypsies had many babies while at Auschwitz and the Nazis would bash the baby heads to the wall to kill them.  If a mother fought them, they beat her to death also.

'A Train in Winter'  is written from interviews with these women and their families; German, French, and Polish archives; and documents held by WWII resistance organizations to uncover a dark chapter of history that offers an inspiring portrait of ordinary people, of bravery and survival--and the remarkable, enduring power of female friendship.  This was written by Caroline Moorehead.

I had to ask myself.  Would I have been brave enough to be a part of the Resistance or would I have fled to the country  with my children?

The saddest line was  "Didn't we pray enough?"  asked by one of the younger women. 

Shingles are On!

I'm finished working on my Seven Dwarf House for awhile.  I can't find the furniture I made in San Diego though.  But Matt is here and we are going to clean the garage tomorrow so maybe I will find them.  Oh, well, I think this view is prettier anyway.

All in a Day's Work

If I get nothing else done in the day, at least if I did my hour of family research indexing I can feel I have accomplished something.

Today I also completed one half of the shingling on the doll house.

And I tested the Gluten free Snickerdoodle recipe.  And amazingly they are the best Snickerdoodles I have ever tasted.  Who needs wheat?  And only 65 calories in a cookie!

Furthermore I watched "Breaking Dawn" and although I still don't think the star is much of an actress I must say it was filmed pretty much as I imagined it.  I really like it when the movies follow the books.  It is not a film series of much depth but I was amazed to hear it had won a British Award for Best Child (Teen) movie of the year.  Really?  The photography is great, anyway.

Bruce continues to be downhearted because I never take him for a walk.  I think my throat is getting better, maybe next week, Bruce.

Silver Gate Cabin 1963

This is a picture of Carole a year before she married. At the cabin, of course.

This is my brother Dick, his son Roddy with Mom, Carole and Dad.  Carole is the only one of these still living.  Mom and Dad would have been 61 in this picture.

Happy Birthday Keira!

Here is Keira dressed in the Raggedy Ann dress I made for Meagan on her first birthday and holding the Raggedy Ann doll I also made.  I had no idea Meagan still had this.

I love it.  Now If I can only find a picture of Meagan!

Here is Keira with her Birthday Girl Hat but no birthday smile!!

Island at War

Today I watched all six episodes of "Island at War".  At times I wondered why I suffer through these WWII movies because the mean German soldiers get me so upset but...  There were also some very nice German soldiers that made you realize they did not want war either.  They were forced to do what they had to and after all they are all just people, no matter whose side they were on.

The human dynamics were so interesting.  It was very well done and I wished there had been more episodes!!

A side note of interest was the Grandma making potato flour from potatos and commenting  on how many potatos it takes to make flour.  Until I started making gluten free pancakes and such from cornstarch and potato starch I was not even aware there was potato flour.

Swimming Pool in Glendive in 1924

One of my childhood friends, George, sent me some pictures of my hometown.  This was taken in 1924 and I did not move there until I was 15 months old in 1934. 

This is a picture of what was called the Heights and was the North Side of town.  The swimming pool, which later had walks and diving boards and a lovely grass park built all around it with a lovely building with rooms to change your clothes and etc., was just down from our house.

In fact, I can see the Northern Pacific Hospital in the top right and right in front of it was the big house we bought in 1940.  I had heard it was about 50 years old when we bought it.  We had it remodeled when I was in high school.  On the left side of the chimney was a small garage only wide enough for a horse and buggy.

The swimming pool was all cement and had lots of cracks that would be tarred over every year.  It was deep enough that we later had a 10 foot diving board, a 5 foot diving board and a big slide.

Below is a picture of my friend Carla and I with some of the boys from our class.  We were sitting at the edge of the pool.  This was probably about 1947 or 8 or so.

Shingling

Well, I finally started shingling the roof of my dollhouse and I am not enjoying it at all. It is going to be a tedious job, I can see. And what am I going to do with the house when I am finished. I don't know why I start these things as I never want to finish them.


The other day on Dr. Phil the psychiatrist tried to tell these fat ladies that they ate too much because someone made them feel unloved. I do not believe that at all. I had a sweet tooth when I was young, skinny and loved just as much as I do now when I am alone. I do not believe that is why some people like to eat and some others are so disciplined.


Dr. Phil did not let Donny Osmond finish telling about why he has so much energy today. Donny said he had been taking protactim for two years and really believed in it. Dr. Phil did not let him elaborate but I looked it up on the internet and it is very expensive. $40 for a 30 day supply and it looks like you have to commit to having it shipped every month. Not for me even if it would be give me more energy and new cells.


Today I made pancakes again even though I thought I was going to stick strictly to protein for awhile and drop some winter weight. I just can't commit to giving up the comfort foods.



One positive thing, the moon has been spectacular the last few nights. It is so big and bright through the trees, very beautiful.


For some reason I have been filling out my timeline on Facebook. Why??? I don't know, but it is a nice program to remember the important things in your life. What I will ever do with it, though, I cannot imagine.

Being Chosen

Today I really enjoyed the Sunday School Lesson on the Atonement given by Jane.  And one point was made so well about receiving tender mercies from the Lord.

It was taken from a talk David Bednar gave at Conference in 2005 just six months after his calling to be a General Authority.  He was talking about how some us feel we are not privileged to be the chosen by the Lord. And then went on and used scripture to explain who the chosen are.  It was quite enlightening.

Who Are They Whom the Lord Has Chosen to Receive His Tender Mercies?

The word chosen in 1 Nephi 1:20 [1 Ne. 1:20] is central to understanding the concept of the Lord’s tender mercies. The dictionary indicates that chosen suggests one who is selected, taken by preference, or picked out. It also can be used to refer to the elect or chosen of God (Oxford English Dictionary Online, second ed. [1989], “Chosen”).

Some individuals who hear or read this message erroneously may discount or dismiss in their personal lives the availability of the tender mercies of the Lord, believing that “I certainly am not one who has been or ever will be chosen.” We may falsely think that such blessings and gifts are reserved for other people who appear to be more righteous or who serve in visible Church callings. I testify that the tender mercies of the Lord are available to all of us and that the Redeemer of Israel is eager to bestow such gifts upon us.

To be or to become chosen is not an exclusive status conferred upon us. Rather, you and I ultimately determine if we are chosen. Please now note the use of the word chosen in the following verses from the Doctrine and Covenants:

“Behold, there are many called, but few are chosen. And why are they not chosen?

“Because their hearts are set so much upon the things of this world, and aspire to the honors of men” (D&C 121:34–35; emphasis added).

I believe the implication of these verses is quite straightforward. God does not have a list of favorites to which we must hope our names will someday be added. He does not limit “the chosen” to a restricted few. Rather, it is our hearts and our aspirations and our obedience which definitively determine whether we are counted as one of God’s chosen.

Jane also gave "the Bicyle" story from Robinson's book "Believe in Christ"or something like that.  It was the book Roddy read just before passing away and he challenged everyone with "I know you believe in Christ but do you believe Him?"  I am glad he received that testimony of understanding the atonement before he passed away.  It was a good reminder that it is not working to do our best everyday that makes us worthy for the atonement but our realizing the need for the Savior in our life no matter how much we do.

Favorite Picture

I love this picture taken in the backyard of our Pacific Beach home in about 1964.

Maria, Johnny and Linda already to go some place, Church, probably.

Johnny liked to sit on the front row and Linda with him.

Joan Allen was usually liking to have Maria sit on her lap throughout Sacrament Meeting.

Woe is Me...

My sore throat and earache have returned--why?  I had antibiotics for five days which was supposed to be good for 10 days but I figured it was the night of the 10th day when the sore throat returned, so what is that all about?  

Today I watched "Edward VIII" miniseries, in preparation for watching Madonna's W.E.  I am also interesting in watching Madonna at the SuperBowl tomorrow.  I think she is an amazing intelligent and creative person who works very hard to do what is important to her.  Lots of discipline I think.  Will be interesting to see how she does on both counts.

I was interested in some Widipedia info about the Duke and Duchess of Windsor--they were called the greatest parasites of the 20th Century.  She had jewels worth millions and their furnishings ended up selling for millions.  They were obviously supported by the British Government--but she stated it was very difficult to keep the "great romance" going.  It was obvious from what I read and saw that they did not really think the Brits would make him abdicate and I am sure it did not make Mrs. Simpson happy at all.  Also they may have been sympathetic with the Nazis.  There have been so many movies and books written about them, how would you know what was really true.

Since I will be watching the Super Bowl alone tomorrow as Mike has to work (doubt he would watch it anyway) I had him bring home some Buffalo Wings and Nachos stuff and I made a gluten free chocolate cake.

Oh, yes, more gluten free excellent recipes.  Yesterday I tried the Raised Doughnuts and today I tried the Chocolate Cake.  Both excellent, which is not really a good thing for me.  The recipes are so simple and so delicious, it is a good thing I am out of potato starch.

I always want to spell potato with an e on the end...spellcheck does not like that.  Where did I learn that?

I talked to Myrna for a long time tonight.  Her daughter wants her to make decisions about what to do with her Manhattan Beach house and all her collections and furniture in it.  It makes Myrna very sad, though she realizes she is very lucky to have those kind of decisions to make.  She had spoon, special plates, and Merrry Go Round music box collections.  It is so hard to know what to do with all those treasures and whether to rent or sell her house.  I don't envy her decisions.

Happy Endings Please!!!

I just enjoyed watching another BBC Masterpiece Series "Downton Abbey" but there was no happy ending.  I don't like that.  It is so amazing how they were able to carry out those class distinctions for so long in Britain...and maybe they still do.

Last night I finished the audio of the "The Shaken Earth" and I skipped some of the middle cds as it was just too long as they looked for the daughter's mother after the earthquake.  I just couldn't take it anymore as she talked about her "mama" so I put on the 10th CD and at least there was the happy ending finally.

I just don't have any energy for completing any of my projects right now, not sure why but I am spending too much time reading, listening to cds and watching TV!!!  And even then it takes a lot to hold my interest--I must have the winter boredom blues or something.

The sun has been shining but there is a chill in the air and I build a fire about 4 every day amd keep it going til 10 or 11.   Very comfy.

Yesterday I went back to Shelley to cut my hair.  I showed her what I wanted and after giving me a hard time about the fact my hair was nothing like the ladies in the pictures she did a super job of cutting it just the way I wanted.  Of course, next month I may want it all different but she is very good.

She was telling me she sold 17 houses last year which is truly amazing.  She has learned how to sell the short sales and foreclosures.  The last one on the peninsula she sold for $375,000 right on the lake!!  Good deals out there for those with money.  Wish I had the ambition to learn how to do it but I don't. 

Surprise, surprise, the last two days Bandido has run as fast as he can and loved it.  Mike spoiled the dogs by putting something delicious on their dry food and now they beg every day for more.

Yippee!

My credit union has my tax refund already.  Mike won't have his for another week and he completed his about a week before I did mine.  I think the difference is that I paid for my costs out of a credit card and he is having his costs deducted from his refund.

Smile as Big as the Moon

This recent show by Hallmark was so touching.  It is the story of a teacher of a Special Ed group who gets permission and money to take them to Space Camp and spends seven months preparing them to be able to handle it.  Up until that time only advanced students were expected to handle the technical difficulty of it.  I really admire teachers who can inspire and lead.   This was a true story and quite remarkable.

It was also very touching and the acting of the students was superb.  It reminded me of one of the few Special Ed students I had in second grade.  At that time they did not separate them in Montana.  He called me "Sandra" because that is what he got out of Miss Anderson.   He was the one who dumped water on the new wooden floor to help me clean.  The janior was not happy.

Then there was the little boy I had in kindergarten who told incoherent stories with his colored scraps of paper on the flannel board juist as he saw the other children do.  To the children's credit, they took my lead, and patiently listened to him and clapped for his performance.

Both of those little boys were extremely affectionate and sweet.  They were not yet old enough to be treated cruelly by the other students or understand how different they were.  They were just full of love.

Bruce and I Communicate

It was a warm sunny day and Bruce wanted to lay down in the middle of the road because there was lots of sun there.

I enticed him over to the bottom of the steps where there was plenty of sun.  However the walk was peppered with cat litter (used on the ice before it melted so I wouldn't slip).  I knew it was uncomfortable to lay on so I grabbed the rug off the nearby freezer and put it down.

Always wanting to please, he lay down on it for me and reassured me as I took his picture he was doing what I wanted.

However when I looked out again he had moved off the rug but he saw I was looking at hin.

He quickly moved back on the rug  as if he was trying to please me.

He tries so hard to please but sometimes when he does not want to come in he looks the other way, as if to say.

"I don't want to c ome in yet."

When we walk, he expects me to put the leash on him like I do Bandido.  But he really wants to run free and he does.  I couldn't keep up with him even if I tried.  But he is quite respectful and always comes back and lets me pick up the leash again for a few minutes and then he is off again on his own adventure  before coming back to the driveway just as we turn in. 

His favorite thing right now is chasing the deer away every morning from the backyard.  He gets so excited, he can hardly wait until I open the door and let him run.

Old picture found...50s or 60s? Homemade...

I used to make most of my clothes
and this was the kind of dress I
wore to teach kindergarten or to
church or anywhere. I didn't wear
jeans as I recall anyplace but
I know  I had capris in several
colors (which I also made). I loved
the prints  like this with the
rick rack trim. 

 But I am not really sure if this was
 before babies or after??? I just
 recognize the homemade dress.

Wonder if that spot under my chin
was on the picture or me???

Good Eating.

Now this is what I call good eating. Walmart sells these huge butternut squash for 91 cents most days. I cook them like mashed potatoes (after cutting off the skin). Mike won't eat squash so I can get about eight or more side dishes out of it. Of course, I put butter with it. Butter is a natural food and I am not giving it up for any man made artificial stuff, ever. Anyway, delicious eating. I should try and make the soup some day.

What is the Matter with Aunt Jane?

HBO had free service this weekend and I watched the documentary "What is the matter with Aunt Jane?"  or something like that.

A family had gone camping for the weekend and taken their three nieces with them.  The father and dog drove the truck and the mother with two children and the three nieces was in the borrowed van.

The father and mother said goodbye to each other after cleaning out the camper and each getting into their truck and van.  On the way home one of the older girls called her parents and told them something was wrong with Aunt Jane.  She was in pain and could not see well and was driving erratic.  They later found her cell phone on a cement ledge on the side of the road.  And they had a video of her going into a store, looking for a pain pill the store did not have.  It was later determined she could have had an abscessed tooth she had not had treated.  The mother had a $100,000 job and was amazingly organized.  She evidently did all the organizing for the family and treated the father like another child,

In her own personal family her mother had left them when the girl was 9 years old and she had taken over the responsibility for that family also.  In other words she was a highly responsible person who was known to smoke marijuana on occasion when she wanted to sleep and having an occasional drink.

Bottom line she was reported as driving at a high speed with intense concentration as she whizzed by other vehicles on the highway and eventually she was driving like this in the wrong direction going south on a north bound lane and drove head on into one vehicle causing a crash that killed eight people including herself, one of her children and the three nieces.  Her alcohol level was reported at .19 with traces of something from marijuana.  Her relatives could not believe she would drink and drive and she was cold sober when they left around 9 in the morning, the crash was early afternoon after the father had already arrived home much earlier.

The family, of course, wanted to understand what had happened and felt the tests must be wrong.  They wanted to clear her name.   They spent over $30,000 to an investigative firm.  It was all for naught.  No conclusions, no understanding what happened, no disproving the tests were wrong.

The relatives who had lost all three of their daughters feel their life is over.  The five year old son who lived could not give any explanation for what happened.  The children on one phone call were heard to be crying in the background but the relatives had received about three other phone calls earlier just saying they were running late and then the one call from the daughter in which she said something was wrong with Aunt Jane.

They surmised the pain in her tooth was so bad she may have smoked a marijuana at some point and she drank from the vodka bottle in the car and since she didn't usually do both at the same time she had a bad reaction.  But there is not proof.

I think the only thing to be gained from this story is to not let your children ever be driven by anyone else.  If there is an accident, it will be almost impossible to ever forgive that person.

I remember one time when I was driving some of my grandchildren at night and I wondered why I was being trusted on the freeway at my age with such precious cargo.  Not a good thing.  Mike recalls his mother entrusting them being driven with a young relative.  He observed that you think you are going to be so protective of your children and yet, it is such a relief when someone offers to take them for awhile that you let them go.  I am not sure but in the long wrong, I would say in this uncertain world, do not let other people drive your children anywhere, anytime, anyplace. 

As for the cars that were hit and four people died, this is the unfortunate chance you take when you drive our freeways.  Better start every trip with a prayer.  I have had some close calls.

And just yesterday 10 people killed in Florida because of poor visibility on the freeways.  As I drive the freeways in the Los Angles areas I always imagine what could happen if just one person makes a mistake...it is a miracle we survive the freeways at all.  But we can never be too alert or too careful as we travel up and down the world byways.  And...don't let anyone drive your children.

Time Flies

So over a week has passed and I have not written in my blog.  What's up?  One thing bad I did is to reorganize my pictures and now several pictures in my blogs are in a different location on my computer and I have to go back and retrieve them so they will show in my blogs again.  Why do I always forget that that will happen????   I did get a lot more pictures scanned though.  With my printer I bought this last year, scanning is very easy...

I did turn 79 and had several reports that I look great for my age--that is very uplifting but, of course, I know I could look better if I would change a few bad habits and employ a few new ones.  Nuff said. 

But I did have a great birthday this year.   Lots of calls and gifts.  On Sunday I stayed home because of a lot of congestion, later in the week I ventured to the Doctor and found I really do have a sinus infection and antibiotics do work!!!  Who knew.  Jean and Ron stopped by after church and brought me beautiful purple tulips from Maryanne.  I hope I can make them grow in one of my pots next year.

Mike made a cheesecake for my birthday and we had the same problem as before with leakage from even a different pan in the oven.  We MUST buy a new cheesecake pan!!!

I made a gluten free pizza crust and Mike took it to work at Buffalo Chips and brought me home a gourmet pizza with Stuffed Mushroom and one side and Jalapenos on the other.  That lasted me for three days.  Excellent!!!

I also made a gluten free sponge cake which was perfect with lemon frosting.

Besides going to the Dr this week I also have watched several British miniseries.  I love them! 
Finished "The Grand" about hotel life at the turn of the century.  Excellent!  "Bleak House" by Charles Dickens which was also great.  And a real winner in only three episodes "The Politician's Wife"  What a study in revenge, loved it.  I also finished listening to the Nicolas Sparks book "The Best of Me".

I read the reviews on "The Best of Me" and many people had complaints about it being too cliche but I loved it.  So many situations I could relate to the characters and/or the moments and I cried and cried.  He is the ultimate romantic writer and I like that he leaves a lot to the imagination and I am ok with his delving into paranormal, I believe in that.  Anyway it was a very poignant, sad, and moving book, I thought.

Finally, I have another new gluten free pancake recipe.  Maria gave me this book that is over 10 years old but it has the best recipes all made with cornstarch and potato starch so they are a few more calories, I suppose, but light as air and delicious!!!

And yes, I experimented again, and yummy fresh white bread and licorice cause me tremendous stomach upset so I must stick with my gluten free diet and licorice is not gluten free, for sure.  If only I had known that when I was living at the Marriott in 2008...

Lastly, it has been fun to watch Bruce enjoy the snow.  He likes to plow through it and make tunnels, roll in it, eat it and just sit in it.  He likes me to take him walking so he can run as fast as he wants up one bank and down another (I let him fly with the leash tagging after him) but he always come back eventually.  I can only hope he doesn't get picked up by the Security Guard before Matt comes to get him.  He was meant to roam free, but he does condescend to let me walk him on the leash from time to time and he is very careful to not go too fast as we go down the steps together.  He is a very smart dog.  Bandido could care less but he does still run from time to time.  Most of the time, though, he just eats and sleeps.  He is getting very rolley polley as he likes to eat his food and then walk over to Bruce's and eat his food as well.  It will be good for Bandido when Bruce finally leaves.  Maybe then I can clean all the lose hair and footprints off the floor, too.  Dogs are messy in the winter...and summer...and fall...and spring.

Happy Birthday to Me!

I have already had such a wonderful birthday and it is not even my birthday yet.  Linda made a birthday viedeo of my children and grandchildren talking to me and included lots of pictures, many of which I have never seen, and lovely music to accompany it all.  It is just so special, I am sure I will play it many times!

I also received neat presents.  What a great 79th birthday.  What a wonderful family I have.

Heritage Halls Being Demolished

I was just a sophmore but in a picture here with some pretty important senior girls. Not sure why they asked me except that I was available that summer. Fun summer, working at the Dairy Queen, working as a telephone receptionist, working in Testing of new students and moving into these new units at the end of summer (as well as taking classes).

In the summer of 1953 I was doing Summer School at BYU to make up for the quarter I stayed home and organized Dad's office at Anderson's Store. I also trained my friend Lorraine to run the office.

The Family Living Units (as they were called then) were being built and I was able to move into the first one. Our Unit #19 became the model that was always displayed to dignitaries. We had a wonderful system of showing it off at it's best and were able to meet some very important people.

I have wonderful memories of those units. They were not named until a year or so later to Heritage Halls and names were important Latter-day Saint women. At that time only girls lived in the units. Now some of them are designated for men also. I believe the first one to be demolished and rebuilt is the one I was living in.

And why are they being demolished????  

This was put out by BYU yesterday:

Four of the Heritage Halls, which have been home to thousands of students since 1956 — were turned into a pile of rubble Wednesday. (actually it was 1953, I was there!)

More of the residence halls will soon be coming down and replaced with new buildings that will give students more electrical capacity and space.

"Today's students come with much more equipment than students have in the past," said university spokeswoman Carrie Jenkins.

Some of the bedrooms have only a single electrical outlet. Students often have to use extension cables and extended power strips to accommodate computers, cell phones, iPads and entertainment systems.

Jenkins says the new buildings will have plenty of outlets, as well as other updates to better suit student needs, such as more closet space. The new housing will have a living area and the kitchens are big, allowing the students to come together to socialize. Ten of the 24 Heritage buildings will be taken down by March.  All the stuctures will be replaced as resources become available.

So the kids today have more clothes and more toys...of course.

Heritage Hall Roommates and Friends

Having a birthday party for Louray from Arizona in Heritage Hall 1 #19. She was a first class ice skater. On the right front row is Colleen,who I came San Diego with, and Gerry, who lived in San Diego. Just above Gerry on the right is JoAnne, she followed us to San Diego.


In the upper picture is our roommate Marta, who also followed us to San Diego, and Gerry. Colleen and I were the only seniors and the rest were younger.

Colleen and I traveled to San Diego after my first year of teaching in Billings, MT ( and last breakup with Harry) and her first year of teaching in Port Angeles, WA. The following year Marta and JoAnne came to San Diego and lived with us.


Colleen, Marta, and JoAnne all met their mates in San Diego in the young adult crowd we were involved with. I was going with Bill, a nonmember. I broke up with him in the summer of 59 and then met Richard on Labor Day. He had just graduated from BYU after 10 years. We married in October.

Richard was dating one of the Law girls downstairs in our Heritage Hall.  I never met him.  He then went in the Navy and served a mission before finishing at BYU.

Last Year at Heritage Hall #1

I was doing my Student Teaching in American Fork.

I graduated in the spring and went to Montana to teach my first year.

Good News--I Can Do This!

Harvard Medical School psychologist Alice Domar, PhD says that the old guidelines for good health did not consider the whole picture.

Old Rule-8 glasses of water a day
New Rule-Eat your water--fruits, vegetables, beans, cooked whole grains, etc.  They deliver nutrients and antioxidants as well!

Old Rule-Nine servings of fruits and vegetables
New Rule-Fill half your plate with produce

Old Rule-Avoid red meat
New Rule-Beef in moderation can be healthy

Old Rule-BMI between 18.5 and 24.9
New Rule-Eat healthy, exercise, and let your weight settle naturally

Snow

It is finally coming down and Bruce wants to keep going outside, so it is out and in, out and in.

It is quite lovely just to watch but I am sure that is not going to be enough for Bruce.  In keeping with the peace of new snow I decided I am only going to write positive thoughts this year--my sister reminded me, as she should, I do too much unnecessary thinking ( which tend to lead toward the negative).

When the snow stops falling, I will take the boys for a walk.  I do love to walk in the snow--just not have it falling on my head.  It is not too cold.

Cold...

LACC Bulletin this morning:

Sunday and Monday nights (Jan. 15 and 16), the temperature dropped to 5 degrees or less in many areas. With no snow on the ground or on roofs, some water pipes have frozen and broken. If a leak is noticed by a neighbor or staff, your water will be turned off at the street and you will be notified.

So far, so good.  Mike washed the car but remembered to unscrew the hose when he was finished.

Freedom

I like Demi Moore's definition of freedom: "Letting go of the outcome. Truly being in the moment. Not reflecting on the past. Not projecting into the future. That's freedom. Not caring more about what other people think than what you think."

Last night I watched a disturbing movie "Hearts of War".  It was evidently written in Germany as "The Poet" but name changed for the US.  It appeared to have had a lot cut from the film so was difficult to follow.   It was a very sad story from WW II.  It did have a happy ending (sort of).  At least the lovers were reunited and escaped.
One good saying in the movie, "If love beckons, follow..."

Marjorie and Lunch

Marjorie drove down to Corning to help celebrate her mother's 104th birthday.  She had six at her party and was even interviewed and photographed for the local paper.  They gave her two pages of news, pictures and even a picture from her high school days.  Marjorie's grandparents had owned the local theater and her mother had lived there a good part of her life.

Marjorie drove up to visit before returning to Vancouver, WA.  On Monday Jean and Maryanne met up for lunch at Mi Casita and we had a fun talk.

Unfortunately we should have met for breakfast so Marjorie could have made it home in one day.  She stopped at Eugene and the next day had to drive through pelting rain and sleet storm.   They are having snow now.  We still have none.

We really enjoyed seeing Marjorie and I wish I had taken her picture.  She is so tiny.  She eats very well and has lots of energy and she just turned 81!!!

Eyes and Blood Pressure Problems

Well, I am licensed to drive for a few years more.  Miraculously I only missed one on the test though they do not show which one it was.  That is not very nice.

However, they gave me a scare.  My right eye alone could not read one letter in any of the lines.  I had my eyes tested and new glasses just two years ago I think.  She finally oked my vision with both eyes but was considering requiring a vision test and new glasses before issuing the license.

Another thing, I guess I cannot eat or drink grapefruit.  I had an episode while Marjorie was here on Sunday.  I just did not feel well enough to get up and do anything,  She fixed her own salad for supper.  It had happened before during the last week and I really thought I was having congestive heart failure or something.  It was the first time she came to visit that I didn't have the house tip top clean.  I was just too tired to care.

But last night I read that if you have grapefruit while on blood pressure medicine it can cause you to have an overdose and cause your blood pressure to drop to potentially dangerous levels.  I will give the grapefruit away and if I feel fine all week, I will know that was the problem!!!  Evidently the grapefruit allows too much of the drug to enter the bloodstream because it interferes with the body's ability to metabolize certain calcium channel blockers (whatever that means).

Mystery in the Neighborhood

Last night Bruce had a barking frenzy at something across the street.  Since he doesn't bark at the deer, squirrels, rabbits, and raccoons, what could have caused the rancor???

Then this morning on our walk we discovered frozen water all over the roadway from about six houses up the road.  When we arrived at where the frozen water had originated we saw red sheets or blankets hanging out one of the front windows and it was obvious the water had run down their driveway.  It is a house that appears to have a two or more guys living there with their trucks.  Their trucks were parked in a weird way.  Then as we were walking back here comes the Peninsula Fire Trucks. 

They beeped in front of the house and then three or more fireman got out.  So what happened while I was sleeping and are they inspecting now?  There was no evidence of fire on the outside of the home.  Of course, there was not much evidence when there was a fire next door either.  Most of the damage had been done to the attic and interior.  With so few neighbors living here right now, I may never solve the mystery.

No snow yet!!!!

Amy Graduates from BYU as a Nurse!

 

 

So Proud of you, Amy!

Family Night in San Diego

Here is a great pix from another Family Night I missed with Linda, Maria and Jimmy's family!!!  What a beautiful family, thanks for thinking of me.

War Horse

Today I saw "War Horse" with Maryanne and really enjoyed it.  The love between man and his horse (or pet) can be so pure.  It is a joy to see.

I liked the line "Some days are just best forgotten".  It really hit home with me as I have been working on my journals and I keep finding letters that have never been sent and memos that no one else has read. The purpose of them was to help me remember exactly how a certain situation was--in business or with family or relatives.  But I keep wondering if it is best to destroy them entirely.  Probably so, some things are just best forgotten.

New Arrangement for 2012

I called Carole to tell her I had actually moved the furniture around.  It is something she seems compelled to do all the time.  I rarely do.

However since I brought the doll house and worktable back upstairs this winter, we needed more openness to our seating so, voila.  I intend to shingle the doll house roof.  I cannot find the Seven Dwarf furniture I made when I was in San Diego two years ago,  did I put them away with all my dolls????

Bruce has his favorite spot, it is one couch or the other, whichever one does not have a computer or a blanket taking up his space.  It was hard for Mitch to leave him, hope they can be reunited soon.  Mike had him do the Bird trick.  He is a very smart dog.

Yesterday the message from our George Albert Smith lesson (which I taught and didn't plan well enough to finish) was "Live What You Believe" and "Do Your Best" -- and the message from Nephi in Sunday School was to "Trust in the Lord and be obedient".  Both good messages to start the New Year.  It was a good day at Church, good friendship and loving spirit amongst all.

Yellowstone Bridge at Glendive

When I lived in Glendive, this was the only bridge to drive west. It was very narrow and I can still visually remember being so nervous as Berta Mae was driving across it. She is one of these people who looks around to the back when she talks. The large picnics we had in high school were on the west side of the bridge in a park so we all had to drive across it. I know there was some drinking at these parties but don't know that anyone ever had trouble getting back across the bridge. The drinking was never something that enticed me at all. In the winter the Yellowstone River would freeze and in the spring when the ice broke the west side of Glendive would often flood. It was a very large and dangerous river and we never attempted to play in it. However, the next generation did.

Brenner's

Glendive Brenner's Drug Store has very special memories. They had a wonderful soda fountain and I was able to work there for a few months until they found out I was only 15. Anyway it was a gathering place. My favorite fountain drink was the lime phosphate with marshmallow topping. I also liked the black and white sundae which was a double sided dish with chocolate ice cream with marshmallow topping and a vanilla scoop with chocolate topping. This is where I had my first banana split. We also bought our cinnamon sticks here. They were toothpicks soaked in cinnamon oil and we would suck on them. They tasted like the Hot Tamales of today.

Methodist Church

When I was in grade school I attended the Methodist Church  in Glendive with my friend Myrna.   This was just a couple blocks from Andersons Store.  Myrna's aunt Mrs. Potter was our Sunday School Teacher.  The Church had beautiful stained windows and I particularly remember the one of Christ standing by the door with no knob on it, indicating we had to open the door and let him in.  In the basement we attended Youth Fellowship meetings and in high school my favorite was attending the Sunrise Services at Easter (where were they?) and then coming back to the basement for the wonderful  breakfast of Hot Cross Buns, scrambled eggs and sausage or bacon? and good orange juice.  In the summer during junior high I went to Church Camp with them in Livingston, Montana.  We traveled back and forth in a large open truck with very high sides. Seems kind of dangerous to me now.

Congregational Church

When we moved to Glendive, Montana in 1934 my parents found a church they wanted us to attend.  This is as I remember it.  We would attend Christmas Eve and Sunday meetings on the main floor and they had nice wooden benches.  My Dad sang in the choir.  In the basement they would have Bible School in the summer and I liked the activities very much.  It is the Congregational Church and we could walk there from our house on the South Side.

Anderson's Store in Glendive, Montana

I like this picture taken in Glendive several years after I went to college.  This is Main Street and there is my Dad's store.  Lots of memories here.

Rescue

I am just finishing Anita Shreve's newest book "Rescue".  It is very poignant to me as I just had a friend tell me about her daughter and then her granddaughter becoming alcoholics.

The thing that is interesting about the book is that the daughter who supposedly became an alcoholic in high school had not  been living with her alcoholic mother after the age of 2 so--she could not have learned the behavior from her mother and her father was not a drinker.
 
On a side note: One of the medics explained the situation about alcohol in marriage.  He said you start out your married life with romantic dinners with wine and like it so well you continue.  And then one of you eventually has a problem with alcohol and becomes alcoholic. This is the problem with having that first drink.  You never know who will be able to take it or leave it and who cannot leave it alone.  In the book, Webster discovered his wife was drinking whiskey while nursing her baby. 

Although the daughter does not see the mother again till she is 17, she knows from age 12 what her mother was.  The question remains, did the daughter drink because of a physical dependence because of her genes or did she believe in her mind that she had no other option than to be "just like her mother".   In either case she would have to totally stop drinking to overcome the problem.

The following is from the A.D.A.M Medical Encyclopedia:

Alcohol dependence; Alcohol abuse; Problem drinking; Drinking problem

Last reviewed: March 20, 2011.

Alcoholism (alcohol dependence) and alcohol abuse are two different forms of problem drinking.

• Alcoholism is when you have signs of physical addiction to alcohol and continues to drink, despite problems with physical health, mental health, and social, family, or job responsibilities. Alcohol may control your life and relationships.
• Alcohol abuse is when your drinking leads to problems, but not physical addiction.

There is no known cause of alcohol abuse or alcoholism. Research suggests that certain genes may increase the risk of alcoholism, but which genes and how they work are not known.

How much you drink can influence your chances of becoming dependent. Those at risk for developing alcoholism include:

• Men who have 15 or more drinks a week
• Women who have 12 or more drinks a week
• Anyone who has five or more drinks per occasion at least once a week

One drink is defined as a 12-ounce bottle of beer, a 5-ounce glass of wine, or a 1 1/2-ounce shot of liquor.
You have an increased risk for alcohol abuse and dependence if you have a parent with alcoholism.
You may also be more likely to abuse alcohol or become dependent if you:

• Are a young adult under peer pressure
• Have depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety disorders, or schizophrenia
• Have easy access to alcohol
• Have low self-esteem
• Have problems with relationships
• Live a stressful lifestyle
• Live in a culture alcohol use is more common and accepted

Alcohol abuse is rising. Around 1 out of 6 people in the United States have a drinking problem.
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One of the men observed in Sunday School Class that the reason we should not become addicted to anything is that the addiction numbs our ability to recognize and receive spiritual truths. 

A Night Out

I actually had a bit of a social life this week.  One of the new members of the branch invited the ladies to a dinner and game playing at their cabin being constructed in Mineral.

It turned out to be a very enjoyable evening, interesting talk on the way over and back and fun to see a beautiful cabin with the lovely Christmas decorations still up.  The cabin is A frame with a very high ceiling and there was an amazingly  tall Christmas tree all the way to the rafters.

We were served mahi mahi, which was so delicious, and even homemade Key Lime pie which was wonderful, too!  Games were dominoes and a block balancing game.

We should do this more often--only two of use were widows though--maybe not so easy for the others to get away.  Right now there is no snow so very easy to travel anywhere.

Happy Birthday Dad!

This is the way I remember my Dad looking a lot when I was in high school. Casually dressed. He was always slim and did not ever seem to have a weight problem!!! He never went bald but always had a little curl in his hair. Quite a good looking man. You can't see it here but he generally had a smile on his face for everyone. Did he raise his voice, a few times, not much. He loved my Mom alot and us, too, and it showed. He died when Jimmy was a baby, so he did not get to enjoy his grandchildren very long. Happy Birthday, Dad!

20 Seconds of Courage

I really liked that new mantra to live by from the movie "We Bought a Zoo".  We just need 20 Seconds of Courage to often change our life.  I like that.



I have been so impressed with what I have read about George Albert Smith, the eighth president of the Church.  It was in 1947 when I was visiting in Utah and I was walking with my Aunt to go into the Tabernacle for the Centennial Celebration of the Pioneers entering Utah.  For some reason we were walking alone, was some of my family already inside or was I alone with my aunt??  I am not sure but I remember we were hurrying because it was late.  However, my aunt steered me over to an old man who was shaking the hand of a little girl with her mother.  It was President George Albert Smith on his way in to the north entrance. But he took the time to shake my hand as well.  No one else was around.  From what I have been reading this is the kind of person he was, a very kind and loving man who always had time for others.



It was interesting that in 1951 after President Smith died I was also in the right place at the right time.  I was a freshman at BYU and President David O. McKay had come to be with V P Harry Truman as he spoke to us at the football stadium.  I was in a center bench near the front and as soon as it was over I was able to be one of the first to go stand by Pres. McKay and although I did not shake his hand, I was able to touch his arm.  I remember I was thrilled as I had heard so much about him from my Mom.  He was very available to us all.  It was always amusing to me that none of the students were interested in V P Truman who left the stadium in a limousine with his Secret Service men  surrounding him.  I was not aware of any protection around Pres Mc Kay but there may have been some, however he was quickly surrounded by students.

My mother had been a friend of his daughters and had told us stories about his family.  The story I visualized most was him walking my Mom and his daughter to a church dance.  I think my Mom patterned her child raising techniques after Emma Riggs McKay, who wrote about how to raise your children peacefully, and my Mom never did speak to us in a loud voice in all the years I remember.  My sisters say the same thing and we all marvel at it.

Then in the 70's when I was Stake Primary President and we were to go to General Primary Conference we had prepared a birthday card for President Spencer W. Kimball.  It was very large and signed by all the children in the stake.  President Naylor, who had grown up in the same town as President Kimball, said he would try and get us an appointment so we could personally give it to him.  He did and we did and he shook each of our hands and looked us directly in the eye and talked a second or so to each of us.  It was very emotional, he had such a spirit about him.


One other experience I had was when we were preparing the meal the Saturday night before Stake Conference.  President Naylor would have a special dinner for the visiting General Authorities and the Stake Presidency and High Council and their wives.  The Stake auxillaries would take turns preparing the meals.  This was before Howard Hunter was the Prophet and President but he was an Apostle and he took the time to come into the kitchen and personally address each one of us.  Here again, such a kind and spiritual man.  I remember speaking directly to him and shaking his hand.



Another General Authority I conversed with was when Richard was in the Stake High Council and we were to attend the Saturday night dinner.  For some reason Richard could not be there and the wife of the visiting General Authority S. Dilworth Young was not there either so President Naylor asked me to sit by him.  I think President Naylor knew I could carry on a conversation with him or maybe he felt sorry for me being alone.   Elder Young was very kindly and talkative.  He had two pills he had to take and he said one was for him and one was for Huldah, his wife.  I later read a story about his wife in the Ensign.  She had been a single woman all her life and then after his first wife died she married him.  He was an older man, born five years before my mother and he died a few years later in 1981.

Anyway, I do not know why '20 Seconds of Courage' made me think of those experiences but in all cases if I had hesitated to act or speak up I would not have had the opportunity to meet and/or talk with these exemplary men.

Craig's Graduation Pictures!

 

Craig graduated from BYU in April 2011 but I didn't have his graduation pictures at that time so I will publish them in the 2012 book!  Congrats again, Craig.

Keira Tries Walking on the Beach

The Mantras I Live By

I have had some mantras I try to follow faithfully.  "Do What You Have To Do When It Has To Be Done" has been with me since Sister Holladay proclaimed it in a First Ward Sunday School Class in San Diego in 56 or 57.

"Never Assume" is something I imbued in all of my loan processors and loan officers when I was heading Choice Mortgage in the loan brokerage business.  I find it is also a truism in Suduko, something I have been doing for about the past five years.

A newer one that is so important is "Always Hold On When Going Down Stairs".  This means I cannot carry anything with two hands and go down stairs.  This has been in my life since I slipped on the stairs two years ago and dislocated my shoulder.

"Step Carefully" and "Eat Slowly" are new ones I am adding.  If I don't pay attention and trip I can fall so easily.  And if I don't pay attention to what and how I am eating I can suddenly have something lodged in my throat and it is very painful to release.

Growing Old is an interesting time which those who die young never get to experience.  You need a sense of humor and a great appreciation for what it is like to be a toddler.

Hardy Family at Park City

What a beautiful picture of Jacob, Camber, James, Kelsi, Lea, Jimmy and Camber's Dad Greg.

Martin Hardy Family at Park City

Wish I could name them all.  I know Susan Sutehall is in the purple on the left.  Nice looking family!

More Pulsipher Christmas 2012

What a beautiful family amongst the beautiful colors.

Just Do the Best You Can

Today I put all the Christmas things in their containers and Michael will help put them on the shelves when he returns.  He is in Sacramento for the night and I will clean good tomorrow and then get on with something more interesting.
I talked a long time to Marjorie yesterday and she is going through what I was going through.  Reason tells you that you should not feel so depressed but you just can't reason yourself out of it.  I ran across this quote in The Ensign today and thought it makes so much sense in light of my experience the other day.  "Just do your best every day" (and don't dwell on the negative) I might add.  This was the quote from Elder Russell Ballard.

“Not long ago, one of my children said, ‘Dad, sometimes I wonder if I will ever make it.’  The answer I gave to her is the same as I would give to you.  If you have had similar feelings,  Just do the very best you can each day.  Do the basic things and, before you realize it, your life will be full of spiritual understandiong that will confirm to you that your Heavenly father loves you.  When a person knows this, then life will be full of purpose and meaning, making balance easier to maintain.”