tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70526442012-01-27T00:58:15.122-06:00Willohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08848984148691041006noreply@blogger.comBlogger5881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052644.post-17418814304975542772012-01-07T07:25:00.000-06:002012-01-07T07:25:27.480-06:00

It is 7:04 a.m. in Omaha and there is no sign of light yet.  Not through the closed drapes, anyway.  I see on earthsky.org. that the latest sunrises for mid northern latitudes is around January 5. And then there is that solstice that does not mean much to when the sun sets and rises.   "For example, sunrise time in the central U.S. – say, around Wichita, Kansas – for the next several days will

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRobryliBLQ

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It is appropriate that I have my very own water witcher, it being Halloween tonight.  This odd phenomena was useful when He Who Must Be Obeyed served as the Superintendent of Public Works in a small town north of the Black Hills in South Dakota.  Not only could he find water for wells, but he could also locate both water and sewer pipes underground.  He tells me he was taught the ancient skill

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The Missouri River Flooding and the Aftermath in October 2011 Our son and his wife flew to Omaha this past weekend.  I was offered the opportunity to see the devastation left by the Missouri River from the plane.  It is rightly called the Big Muddy.  Some say the farm fields will not be usable for two or three years.  The mud left behind makes the land unrecognizable.   It

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Concord Grape Jam Bryce and I picked two buckets of grapes on our back fence. We sorted, washed, boiled, and dripped the juice one day. The next day we canned fourteen quarts of jelly/jam. As you can see we treated ourselves to cinnamon rolls to celebrate our results.My homesteading grandmother and thrifty mother would approve; but not

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A great many folks think life revolves around the Nebraska Corn-huskers.  They have played to a sell out crowd of about 85,000 in the Lincoln, NE stadium for many years.  My elderly neighbor across the street called me once and asked me if I would go to the game with her.  She had two tickets and the men of our houses were going to watch it on television.  We climbed to the third tier from the

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A New Boe Baby! These sweet parents named their little son Axel Sullivan Boe. My dad would have been so honored by this, as I am.  In the photo below my grandson fell in love with his child immediately.

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While I was enjoying the hospital life, a son from Washington state, and his wife were here for a visit. Our eldest son helped my better half repair a porch roof and our sixth great grandchild was born in Wichita. For six days I was waited on hand and foot, met so many kind people, and had a view from my window that was beautiful, Nearly every person that cared for me said they loved their jobs

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Golden Wheel Dance Hall on Second Floor.  Upstairs through the door on the left.This is where I first met the young man who would become my husband.Basket Ball Tournament in 1952, Whitewood, SD

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A Salty Vicar who is now the  Rector of  St. Bartholomew's Church in White Plains, NY had this to say on his facebook page: "prevented the choir from doing schoolhouse rock on Trinity Sunday." Schoolhouse Rock - Three is a Magic Number www.youtube.com

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Videos Posted by Scott Boe: Matt's grad speech. (1)The ultimate honor...Valedictorian! You are truly amazing Matt.

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When a girl is 18 or 19, I doubt she  falls in love with a man because he is working on an Engineering degree and she realizes he will no doubt be good in math. Chosing good looks, charm, and muscular Davidic beauty are probably Darwinian. The vows regarding "sickness and health" are not given a thought in most cases; however here we are.  I lose strength, height, and stamina and my better half

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Our morning started with a lovely swim.  I believe this is one of those Top 10 Days our weather man speaks of.  It was so lovely, warm and wonderful.  There is nothing like a swim in warm water to bring old joints back to life and quiet the spinal stenosis for a little while.  As I was back and forthing, my partner in crime was going around the walls with a net to take off any stray pine cones

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Our third son and his wife have planned a visit tomorrow. He and his wife are building a swimming pool in their back yard. The preliminary work is not for the faint of heart.  Like father like son...they both do everything themselves.   He is getting plenty of advice from He Who Must Be Obeyed;  most of it from first hand experience and a civil engineer background.  We put a pool in the back

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Near Omaha, in Shenandoah, IA, old Harold Camping is intensifying his warnings from California that the world will end this coming Saturday.  The billboards are up in Omaha, the Shenandoah, Iowa radio station alerts the sinners to repent on KYFR-AM 920 on Family Radio. Folks in Omaha have been given Judgement Day warning in grocery stores.  Newspapers have given it more coverage than it really

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YouTube - Tumbleweed InvasionFor a person who has had first hand experiences with these "Russian Thistles" as we called them, this was very, very funny. Who cannot enjoy laughing children!

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Carrie Underwood Sings How Great Thou Art - New Version

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In the midst of one of life's small miseries I was scheduled to have a Echocardiogram of a leaky heart valve.  The misery was, and still is the common cold.  Now this is an unfortunate litany of how ironic life can get.  During the Echo procedure,  the strong armed tech person come close to breaking my sternum, which set my esophageal ulcer on fire.  I mentioned to him that I was having chest

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It never occurred to me that our sturdy redwood fence would ever fall down.  After almost four decades it has gone the way of London Bridge.

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"A view of a production well near the Continental Resources Inc. offices north of Buffalo in Harding County on Thursday, March 10, 2011. The company recently came online with a new station to create air pressure to push oil out to the production wells. The new station draws so much power that it has its own substation on site. (Kristina Barker/Journal staff)" According to Kevin Woster, Rapid

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Bring on the bees!  There was a time in my life that I never gave a bee a second thought unless I mistakenly thought it was a wasp.  It is amazing how when one thinks some thing is endangered, they get very important.  Bees are life itself. We spray the pear tree after the blossoms drop and after the pollinators have done their work.  I appreciate the work of bees or whatever else spreads the

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According to today's Black Hills Travel Blog, the baby above is the first born calf of the 350 that are expected to be born this spring  in Custer State Park.  The 1,300 bison is one of the largest pubically-owned herds in the world. The Badger Hole in the park is where South Dakota's first poet laureate, Charles Badger Clark, lived the last 30 years of his life.  There he wrote poetry,

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This is my song gospel christian songs free mp3 midi downloadOur Lenten Services at Holy Cross conclude with the Lord's Prayer "Living Words" sung to Sibelius' Finlandia. It is so beautiful it is painful. Our retired pastor, Vernon Jacobs, wrote the arrangement. It was sung at his funeral by the local Lutheran Brotherhood Chorus.Our Father God residing now in heaven. Hallowed be thy name

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I  check out the Drudge Report fairly regularly.  Our daily newspaper subscription is going to run out sometime soon and we are going to read our news online.  We have gone on a vacation hold when we knew we would be too busy to get the paper read and asked to have the subscription lengthened for as many days as we are gone (read that as "too busy to read the paper".)  Thus we have probably

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The headline in this morning's paper contains a lot of toilet talk. "Mayor unrolls a novel way to wipe out sewer costs."  The article includes his proposal for a ten-cent federal tax on every roll of toilet paper you buy.  Omaha has been mandated to start a multi billion-dollar sewer project.  Of course funding is unavailable and there is a completion date demanding dirt must be dug and trunk

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When I went online to see what I could find on purchasing a good chair, I discovered that I am not alone in my sitting angst.  Actually sitting in any chair is very uncomfortable unless the mint chocolate chip ice cream pleasure overrides the sitting pain. The above unique dining chairs fit in with our lifestyle.  They were on sale.  The price was right.  We had to take the table that went

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As I write this our community at Holy Cross is gathering for the liturgical imposition of ashes.  Our pastor will mark the forehead of each worshiper with black ashes in the shape of a cross.  With each imposition, our pastor will say "Remember that thou art dust and to dust thou shall return."  And why am I not there instead of here?  Not driving is such a confinement.  One adjusts mentally

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Dying can become our greatest gift if we prepare ourselves to die well.  Jesus died well because through dying he sent his Spirit of Love to his friends, who with that Holy Spirit could live better lives.  My own mother died well, but not of cancer.  Cancer seems to bring a different dimension to death.  My dad died of cancer. It was horrific and left me shaken and broken. A dearly loved cousin

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Library school in the early '70,s in reflection seems archaic.  We had to learn to write library cards for the catalog; getting every single bit of information regarding a book in the right place on the card, in proper wording or abbreviating, and the subject heads and cross references had to be by the book bible, the Anglo-American Cataloging Rules, 2nd Edition.  My irritation in college was

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Dressed in GentlenessThe paragraphs below are from Henri J.M. Nouwen's Bread for the Journey. "Once in a while we meet a gentle person. Gentleness is a virtue hard to find in a society that admires toughness and roughness. We are encouraged to get things done and to get them done fast, even when people get hurt in the process. Success, accomplishment, and productivity count. But the cost is high

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What is it about women beyond a certain age?  I thought my own mother, bless her soul, was too outspoken.  I have followed in her footsteps, unfortunately.  For years I suffered listening to her and He Who Must Be Obeyed argue over big and little issues over our Sunday dinner table.  I swore I would never take on people that could out argue me with their tongues tied.  It was my own tongue that

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On the front page of the Omaha World Herald this morning: "A brother and a hero dead at 94.   The old man of Easy Company is gone."   Ed Mauser of Omaha, the oldest surviving member of the 101st Airborne Division's famed Band of Brothers unit in Europe during World War II, died at his home Friday. He was 94.Mauser's death leaves 35 known living veterans of famed Easy Company.  Mauser,  

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Quoting a paragraph in the Editor's Notebook  of the South Dakota Magazine, "The Thoen Stone located at the Adams Museum in Deadwood, is another prized museum piece with an interesting story. The stone is an 8 1/2 by 10 inch scrap of sandstone, purportedly found near Spearfish in 1887 by Louis Thoen. Inscribed on both sides is a message that is still the subject of controversy. The rough script

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History of the Indian Wars  by Samuel Penhallow is an amazing book; it is stark in its narrative, difficult to read, and is an account of the bloody and tragic relationship between the adventurous and aggressive colonists and the resistive Indians during the period from 1703 to the ratified peace treaties of 1723. I read it aloud to my beloved either last winter or the winter before.  This was

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This sturdy little outfit no doubt has prevented a few heart attacks.  After pushing the snow off of our driveway this morning, the man of the house went across the street to plow out a neighbor lady's driveway. The blade had to be replaced last summer.  It is amazing how the elements can rust equipment in spite of several paintings.  The photo reminds me of our little son's Tonka toy trucks

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The Internet is a great thing to have in retirement.  I will never tire of researching every little thing that piques my curiosity.  Cruising around, I decided to Google my hometown newspaper, The Nation's Center News,  and did an image search.  I was startled to see my own photo.  I was a bit  taken aback when I clicked on my photo.  Anonymous, one is not. A classmate retired in our hometown;

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Perhaps I am becoming less suspicious and more trusting in my age;  at any rate I purchased an new Sony television set for our bedroom.  But the 'modern millie' thing is that I ordered it from Amazon.  I even surprised myself.  It made perfectly good sense, no tax, no shipping charges and Sony is Sony.  We have had another similar set for a few years. It came in two days.  I couldn't believe it.

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Read Books Online Free

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Our Christmas was filled with lovely peace.  We were graced by company on Christmas Eve, a grandson and his girlfriend, shared our lunch and stayed to visit.   A sweet daughter-in-law spent a night with us before flying to her home north of Seattle on Monday morning.  It was wonderful to have her to ourselves for a while.  She is a talented home schooler, sending her youngest son off to

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The last Holy Cross Advent service was a blessed 'thin place."   Marcus Borg writes that a thin place is anywhere our hearts are opened; he explains, it is one of those places where the veil between the visible world of our ordinary experience and the sacred presence of God momentarily lifts. Actually, it is a term from Celtic Christianity. Our Pastors Jim and Jan have led us through the Holden

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In Puritans at Play (1995), Bruce Colin Daniels writes "Christmas occupied a special place in the ideological religious warfare of Reformation Europe." Most Anabaptists, Quakers, Congregational and Presbyterian Puritans, he observes, regarded the day as an abomination while Anglicans, Lutherans, the Dutch Reformed and other denominations celebrated the day as did Roman Catholics. When the Church

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These two ice candles are the beginning of my freezing project.  They look so out of place on planter trays and should be lining the driveway out front.  Two more are in the making.

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Don't miss upcoming solstice lunar eclipse on December 20 or 21 | Astronomy Essentials | EarthSky For the beauty of the Earth, for the beauty of the skies...

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The Santa Barbara Independent Just the Hackers You NeedA grandson sent this to me this evening. He is one of the remarkable "hacker-smackers" of the future; and the future is now.

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A few years ago He Who Must Be Obeyed came home from his brother's greenhouse, Elyria Gardens, with several bittersweet vines.  Last winter the snow was so deep for so long that the cotton tails ate the stems down to the dirt.  I thought they were goners, but no they came back. The vine on the back fence outdid itself with blooms and berries. It bloomed well into November. Our native ones are

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Summer's Bounty:  60 Quarts Done, More to Do I married a man that can can.  It is amazing to watch him fill the three large kettles with freshly peeled and sliced pears. He is almost fanatical about sterilizing the jars, lids and funnels. I am not much help until it is time to wash up. He uses an apple peeler that he purchased at the hardware store.   This year the pears were so sweet that

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We shopped at a discount store this morning.  I found a wonderful winter blue cotton sweater with snowflakes across the front.  Land's End.  Good stuff.  But...I wasn't taking any chances on bedbugs so I threw it into the dryer with a load of dark clothes. My friend and helper, Tutu, told me that one of her clients had bedbugs and she couldn't go there for three weeks.  Imagine that.  They

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In the olden days when I was up to my knees in babies, five of my own and a newborn I cared for during the school year, my escape was to put at least half of them down for a nap and I would open a magazine and wish for things I would never have.  Some escape that was; but I thought it was at the time.  Sometimes a catalog would creep into my escape.  Fredrick's of Hollywood about killed our mail

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In the bleak midwinterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak midwinter, Long agoAlthough the lyrics were written as a poem by English poet Christina Rossettibefore 1872, it was published posthumously in Rossetti's Poetic Works in 1904 and became a Christmas carol after it appeared in The English Hymnal in 1906

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The subtitle to LibriVox is "acoustical liberation of books in the public domain."  What a treasure trove for me.  I suppose the laptop might be a little awkward to drag around the house as I find  a blanket, a pillow, and a cozy corner to listen to a story; or read one myself.  Almost as good as Kindle, but one will not find the newly published titles here. What a nifty perk on the Internet,

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Hugh and Eleanor Ingalls American Angus Association® inducts six Angus enthusiasts into the Angus Heritage Foundation. "A registered Angus owner since he was 12, Hugh Ingalls has been a strong advocate of the breed. From his first heifer calf, which his father, Lawrence, transferred to him in 1942, he has built a cow herd that won the 1983 American Angus

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I became so single minded that I thought about nothing else than getting my "Aunt Liz" work re-edited and printed; the task kept me from nearly everything that normal folks do.  Now the book is in boxes in the living room and I am happy to have it finished, imperfect as it is. It still eats up a lot of computer memory as it is full of old photos. I have saved pieces of it under the strangest

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In the Ted Kooser column in the Sunday paper was an insightful verse on Parenting.  Kooser,  a Nebraskan, was the U.S. poet laureate from 2004-2006.  He included a poem about parenthood, and about letting go of children, by Chana Bloch, who lives in Berkeley, CA. Through a Glass On the crown of his head where the fontanelle pulsed between spongy bones, a bald spot is forming, globed and sleek 

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Starting a day with a good laugh is invigorating.  I found this on a 3rd cousin's Facebook page.  Maybe she is a first cousin three times removed. Familial genetics are such a mystery.  I had babies that looked so similar that I could have taken this one home by mistake. Excellent photo perhaps by a parent of this baby.

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I have waited nearly all summer for "House."  The plan was to watch it from seven to eight and then go sauna and swim.  The program turned out like all the others.  Way too much intimacy for us, be it a hallucination or not.  The off button is an easy out. After 10 or 15 minutes of 130 degree steam heat, just the thought of the pool was inviting.  The warm pool seemed cool enough and getting

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Perhaps I have come full circle.  My childhood was filled with visits to neighborhood sauna nights.  This summer He Who Must Be Obeyed has worked on making a sauna off of our back porch.  The Sauna stove with rocks has a Finnish name and works wonderfully.  We have sauna-ed three times now and plan another sauna this evening; to be cooled off in the heated pool.  I don't think that is even fair.

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Sometimes it is hard to tell. Is it a weed?  Is it a flower? Whatever, it is a joy.

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When the job moved us to Omaha in 1968 or 69, one of our little sons made a cricket cage and brought a Black Hills cricket with us in the car.  Both the cage and the singing cricket were really quite charming.  I don't know how we made it with no AC, five children, a big German Shepherd, and the cricket of course. A few years ago I found a wire screened and plastic bug cage at a garage sale for

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Not only did I have a bird in my hand, I had it in a bug cage while it recovered from hitting our glass storm door.  I found the little yellow bellied wren on its back on the cement with a menacing cardinal watching it from atop the bird feeder.  I should have taken a photo of it.  It was so beautiful and small.  I gave it a few minutes to recover and freed it in the back yard.  It is a rare

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" Finland declared best country in the world Finns are delighted that a panel assembled by Newsweek magazine has decreed Finland the best country in the world, The Times of London reports. The panel of economists and social policy experts measured countries according to quality of life, education, health, economic competitiveness and the political environment. Finland came first ahead of

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KELO in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, ran a story on a friend's granddaughter who found her dog at the play "Annie" in Sioux City.  I heard it from Isabella's grandmother yesterday.  Isabella is the oldest of the four little girls.  This is a photo of a beautiful happy mother who literally has her hands full.  Click the link KELO for the video news.

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August 7, 1954.

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Back in my teaching career days, I had a student that had such a quick wit that he was a delight to be around.  He is on face-book and when I wrote on my wall that I have shingles and felt like I had bumped my head on a cabinet corner, his retort was 'roofers on a roof seeing stars'. How delightful.  You know what they say about punning, it is most certainly true, as we memorized in our

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It is remarkable that our prairie ancestors, nor their 12 children, nor their innumerable off spring, ever were bitten by rattlesnakes on that northwest South Dakota prairie.  The immigrant father made the children moccasins which were not protection for the fangs of a snake, and not much better for the cactus on the flats.  Ranching was close to the ground work and no hole, outcrop of rock, nor

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I wonder what you think of the Facebook phenomenon?  When I first signed on I found it so overwhelming after two days that I went off and didn't log into it for many days. A few days ago I had a fairly long discussion in the little box on Facebook, with a brother in law who was on at the same time.  He wondered why I didn't call for his email address instead of having him email it to me.  I told

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Listening With Our Wounds"To enter into solidarity with a suffering person does not mean that we have to talk with that person about our own suffering. Speaking about our own pain is seldom helpful for someone who is in pain. A wounded healer is someone who can listen to a person in pain without having to speak about his or her own wounds. When we have lived through a painful depression, we

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Talk about wild life!  This herbivore lived right over the hill northwest of the Cave Hills buttes in my header at the moment; albeit his family probably ate the lush jungle plants 65.5 million years ago.  Today they have all gone to oil except for the fossil remains of  more dinosaurs than one can shake a stick at...while threatening the rattlesnakes of today.  How amazing and how good to have

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Sometimes the wild life is my own.  I have spent way too much time with the Microsoft help folks.  Some of my problems were solved.  Every time I tried to work on my biography of Liz, MS Word would crash and give me a little note that I am working on an illlegal copy of the software.  Having purchased Windows 7 and MS Office Home and Student, I knew it was not illegal. The crashing has been

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It is a happy event to observe a little bit of nature.  This time it is in my planter in the roots of my flowers.  I was first made aware of it when I was watering the pots along the house wall in the front yard.  My habit is to fill the pots to nearly brimming;  in the midst of holding the hose, up from the ground in the middle of the planter came four or five black little blind jumpers.  At

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Summer Swimmers.

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This household sent in the census letter, saving a worker to have to knock at the door and gather our information.  How many?  What ethnicity?  Simple form, quick answers. Yesterday a wee small elderly gentleman saw our back gate open;  he parked to ask the man of the house some information on the neighbors who were never home, or at any rate, never answered his knock.  Five minutes later his

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Do you see that pouty little child?  That is me surrounded by generations of mothers, my own, my grandmother, and her mother, my great grandmother, who out of kindness and motherliness held my little hand through this ordeal. My own grandmother looks as annoyed by the event as I do.  Only my mother and my great grandmother seem to be pleased with our four generation accomplishment.

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Our Holy Cross women's circles had a unique "garage sale" this morning.  The cars circled around in the chruch parking lot with their noses out and trunks in.  In each of the trunks was a varied assortment of garage sale items.  We must have numbered 15 or more cars.  A couple of tabled items filled in the circle.  We had a wonderful morning of visiting and eating cookies from the bake sale table

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The charming and adventuresome husband of a niece is on a PhD adventure in Greenland.  Brant is in the final stages of his PhD program in Science Education at the University of Minnesota.  It is fun to join the group through the internet and see where they are, listen to one of the group give an oral update, and learn a lot.  A few days ago, I sent him a little note about the Sami custom of

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I marvel at how thrilling it is to enjoy the arrival of warm weather and see the flowering bulbs and trees, even the grass looks greener in my own yard.  I am thankful that I live in a place that enjoys the seasons as they return.  My pear is blooming and if we don't get a freeze we will have pears to can again.  I am so happy to be experiencing another spring.  I told my primary care physician

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The scene on the header leads your eye down the road  to my grandparent's homestead.  The butte in the horizon is Liisa Butte, just west of the homeplace.  Early springs found my grandma, aunts and mother taking me to find the first of the crocus on the northern side of the hill.  A little later, cousins faster, bigger, much braver and  advernturesome hunted rattlesnakes on it.    Thanks for the

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 I had rattlesnake nightmares for years after I moved away from  my childhood home.  The reality of the dangers that faced barefooted children as they invented ways to spend summer school vacations came to mind again when a cousin emailed a story of his experiences on my grandparents sheep ranch. Thanks for the snake pictures. They remind me of the "snake hunts" we had at the Tuovinen place in

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"When asked by an anthropologist what the Indians called America before the white man came, an Indian said simply, "Ours." –Vine Deloria, Jr Vine Deloria, Jr. (born 1933-2005) is known as a revolutionary thinker who speaks out against the decadence of U.S. culture and insists that young Native Americans receive traditional teachings before exposing themselves to the philosophies of

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I recall with a tinge of fondness,  the hat and white glove days of my late teens.  Later, much later, I bought white gloves at every garage sale if they were out on a table.  Actually, I had quite a nice little collection of them.  On Tuesday they were nearly all put to good use and they will be again when I start digitizing my father's slides from the 50's and 60's. We have obtained the

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Our week was busy, delightful, surprising and exhausting.  It actually started on the previous Friday with a thorough house cleaning that took three days,  many cleaning clothes, and a fair amount of Windex glass cleaner. Monday after lunch a renouned photographer and his crew of nine came in and set up lighting, arranged pleasing backgrounds, and kept "He Who is Amazing" powdered and proper. 

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This morning we attended the Mass of Christian Burial for my friend's son, Father Dan.  He was the same age as our own sons, taken down with an eight year battle with cancer.  He lives on, in memories, more alive than last month, last week.  He was loved. This Lutheran loves Liturgy.  We experienced it in its most glorious worship.  It was good to go back to the liturgy I learned as a child and

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How could I have gone so long without a word here?   I spend time working on my book project, going to church with the added Lenten studies and services, and hoping I don't throw a clot waiting for the Coumadin. My days and weeks have been ones of dizziness and attempted accomplishment. I pushed for a solution and was answered by a profound quote by my cardiac surgeon, "I have to think."  We

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Just as it often was when I was small, we are having a beautiful snowfall on Valentine's Day. I never tire of the snow, nor the cold.  But I am spared the driveway and sidewalk clean up. I feel almost pampered, not having to slide around on the ice that is so dangerous to us that are not real steady in the best of conditions. "Put your arms around my neck," I am told as I attempt to get my

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Not only is the snow beautiful outside; but so are the Paper Whites a dear daughter-in-law gave us for Christmas.  I moved them closer to the west window hoping to keep them cool and blooming longer. Not the best place to photograph them and I knew that.  White drapes were not much better with the white on white effect. Five of the seven African Violets are brave bloomers. It doesn't take

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So Softly, So Silently, So Beautiful. Snow on Snow, Snow on Snow, In the Bleak Mid-Winter.

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We have all been there, trying on a newly ordered pair of eyeglasses, with the chart of deminishing lettering at the top and becoming larger as you read on down the card.  Have you ever, really read that card?  I did when I got new glasses after the cataract surgeries. I was in for a real surprise and a new learning adventure.  It was an Epiphany for the season, we are in the fifth or sixth week

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A beautiful granddaughter with her little son, our great grandson, Ethan Axel. This photo arrived a few days ago in a thank you note.

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Our Great Granddaughter, Camryn, is welcoming her new baby sister, Chloe.The birth of a new baby is a wonderful event.

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And I thought MS Vista was problematic. www.flixxy.com/medieval-tech-support.htm

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A Great-granddaughter is two today. Being born on Epiphany is memorable. Happy Birthday beautiful child. The Finnish name "Loppiainen" refers to the end of the Christmas season, January 6 traditionally commemorates the wise men's arrival to pay homage to the infant Jesus. An older feast day than Christmas itself, it has been celebrated since the third century. Originally it was considered

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I am a little too taken with our Christmas Tree.  Every year when we lug it out of the garage, we tell ourselves when we next put it in the box, we will have some "taking out order" to the task. Every ornament, at this stage in life, has a story.  I gave most of mine to a granddaughter a few years ago.  But what I kept, I treasure and cherish. The star on top was one my father cut out of a

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Churches cancelled Christmas Eve and Christmas Day Services. We were cozy inside while people tried to keep their driveways cleared of snow. The little Wrangler with snow blade has done a good job with a man at the wheel who knows how to engineer snow around.  No doubt it has prevented a heart attack or two over the years.

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The Services last night at church were the Lessons and Carols.  Small children and adult choirs sang, the bells rang, solos were sung, and we joined in with verses and chorus's.  All in all it was beautiful to look at and listen to.  The fourth and final Advent candle was lit...Christmas will soon be here. We are simply tripping over packages and decorations.  My little endeavor this afternoon

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The love of friends is a great gift. Yesterday was one of preparation for dinner guests.  It included some tree trimming, some candle lighting in which we discovered that the fuel in our lighter was all used up. HWMO used his blow torch to light the grill. It sounded like overkill, but worked. We are a good team in the house and in the kitchen.  Of course we cooked. Last night we had two couples

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I have longed for a Kindle; even when I didn't really know if I would like it.  When Amazon offered the Kindle for PC without charge I was pleased and delighted.  Now I have one "free" book which I just downloaded.  Today is Horace's birthday 65 B.C.E.).   "His father was a former slave, but by the time Horace came along, he was well-off and had a lot of money to spend on his talented son. He

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A double cousin...a nice chap related to me through both my paternal and maternal grandmothers sides of the family, sent me the Finnish translation for these amazing ice candles. Our connection goes back before our people immigrated to the USA.  Little did we know about this before he so skillfully researched my family. We have been making these ice lanterns a couple of  years now

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Some days start out with a bump or two; and then the road is total washboard.  Driving on a washboard road is dangerous and rattles one teeth.  Living a washboard day is close to the same. But then...amazing things can happen in the blink of an eye, or just staying with a thing till something good happens.  HWMBO came home from the Asian taylor's with a 40 foot coaxial cable to hook me directly

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 Two Boe men, both named Bryce;  there is a third in the generation between these two. We have a concensus that they have the best of all names.

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A dear friend gave me a small daily calendar a few years before she died. I am one of those people that enjoy the pithy words of wise souls. Today's is from Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933) Clergyman, author, and professor. "Think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends, and every day of Christ; and...spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit, in God's out-of-doors." Today is

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