A book written by Jason F. Wright called Christmas Jars tells about a family that saved all their spare change for a year, and gave it away anonymously to bless someone else's life. This idea is catching on with the many people who read this New York Times best selling book.
As I look around I see many people who could use a handup, not a handout. Some have lost their jobs, some have lost their homes, some have health problems, or business problems. I know of a family moving here from Russia with many needs. Another family was burned out of their home.
Local charities collect toys for poor children. The newspaper prints a column of People-in-Need. You can donate food to Walk and Knock. We collect new baseball hats and make fleece laprobes for the Veterans' Hospital. A pregnancy clinic is trying to raise money to buy an ultra-sound machine so young girls can see their babies before they decide to abort them. There are orphanages throughout the world, and victims of various disasters. One group makes small loans to women in India so they can start home-based businesses.
Look around you. What is within your ability to provide comfort or assistance? What about those widows? I can think of half-a-dozen who would appreciate a couple of roses or carnations tied with a holiday ribbon. You can bake Christmas cookies and leave a plate full on a doorstep, or hand them to a neighbor as you sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas. You can surprise a person with 12 Days of Christmas treats or trinkets. If you are in a snowy place there are elderly people who would love to have their sidewalks shoveled so they can walk out to their mailboxes without falling on ice.
If you save loose change, why not dedicate it to filling someone else's need this Christmas season? or, at least start a jar for next year. The more you do, the happier you will be!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween!
Nathan came over today and helped Grandma Lois frost cupcakes for Grandpa Merle's Cub Scout Group. They went to see a program at WSUV presented by the Bat Lady. She had a real bat. Now Nathan wants Grandpa Merle to make him a bat house!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Remembering Veterans' Day
November holidays remind me of the many blessings I have to feel grateful for. I love the brilliant colors of autumn from the reds, oranges, yellows and greens of the sugar maple trees to the vibrant rust and gold chrysanthemums my dad used to raise. I'm also thankful for red-white-and-blue, the stars and stripes of our nation;'s flag. It symbolizes all we hold precious and dear.
It was a Sunday evening when I came into the house from roller-skating. I was six years old and wondered why both of my parents were huddled up next to our big floor model Philco radio. They shushed me and we listened to President Franklin D, Roosevelt talking about the bombing of Pearl Harbor that morning. It meant our country was at war.
I recall the books of rationing stamps our family was allotted. They were for gasoline, rubber tires, sugar, meat and butter. When mom bought a pound of oleomargarine it came in a white block that had to be dumped into a big mixing bowl. Then mom would break open a capsule of dark yellow coloring and have to stir it a lot until it was evenly mixed to a yellow mass which we could put on our toast instead of butter.
Once or twice we had to practice air raids. We had to cover all our windows with black fabric or turn off all the lights. We sat in the dark until the all-clear siren sounded.
I remember walking down Browning Avenue, where we lived in Salt Lake, and noticing that several homes displayed a star on a dark blue background, either white for a living serviceman or gold for one who had died in the war.
Portland was a very busy city when we moved there. Many families had moved from the midwest to work in the shipyards. There was one in St. Johns, one on Swan Island and one or more in Vancouver. They lived in little defense homes that had been hurriedly constructed. All the buses going to the shipyards were filled to capacity, people standing shoulder to shoulder.
My Portsmouth Grade School became the most populated school in the state. We attended classes in shifts; either seven am to noon or one to five pm. We were on daylight saving time all year round, so I walked to school on dark, rainy mornings during the winter, but I wasn't afraid.
I collected newspapers and tin cans to help the war effort (for recycling), and bought a 10-cent Victory stamp each week. I pasted the stamps into a book and when it was filled I turned it in for a U.S. Savings bond.
We lived across from Swan Island up on the bluff which provided us with a perfect view for watching the ships being launched, usually about one a week. For daytime launches a string of brightly colored pennants was strung from the bow to the highest point in the middle of the ship and then back down to the stern. The night launches were decorated with colored lights, sort of like the outdoor Christmas lights of that time.
I remember hearing my dad tell how people of Portland were dancing in the streets and kissing complete strangers when the war was over. I knew it was almost over in June of 1945. I was given a new balloon-tired bicycle for my 10th birthday on June 4th. My parents said that the factories had stopped making war materials and had switched to peacetime manufacturing.
My dad was too old to be drafted inWorld War II but his brother Clifton was a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy, and my mom's brother, Ken, served in the Canadian Air Force. My husband was about to be drafted when he enlisted in the Army near the end of the Korean War, and my brother Jerry served in Vietnam. I am glad that my five sons have not had to serve in the military and I hope none of my grandsons have to either. But, if they do it should be for the right reasons--to protect our homes, families and freedoms.
As I lay down at night I give thanks that I live in a peaceful part of this world. I hope the people of our country will find ways this Veterans' Day to thank a military person for their service to our country, especially those in veterans hospitals who have sacrificed parts of themselves to protect all of us.
It was a Sunday evening when I came into the house from roller-skating. I was six years old and wondered why both of my parents were huddled up next to our big floor model Philco radio. They shushed me and we listened to President Franklin D, Roosevelt talking about the bombing of Pearl Harbor that morning. It meant our country was at war.
I recall the books of rationing stamps our family was allotted. They were for gasoline, rubber tires, sugar, meat and butter. When mom bought a pound of oleomargarine it came in a white block that had to be dumped into a big mixing bowl. Then mom would break open a capsule of dark yellow coloring and have to stir it a lot until it was evenly mixed to a yellow mass which we could put on our toast instead of butter.
Once or twice we had to practice air raids. We had to cover all our windows with black fabric or turn off all the lights. We sat in the dark until the all-clear siren sounded.
I remember walking down Browning Avenue, where we lived in Salt Lake, and noticing that several homes displayed a star on a dark blue background, either white for a living serviceman or gold for one who had died in the war.
Portland was a very busy city when we moved there. Many families had moved from the midwest to work in the shipyards. There was one in St. Johns, one on Swan Island and one or more in Vancouver. They lived in little defense homes that had been hurriedly constructed. All the buses going to the shipyards were filled to capacity, people standing shoulder to shoulder.
My Portsmouth Grade School became the most populated school in the state. We attended classes in shifts; either seven am to noon or one to five pm. We were on daylight saving time all year round, so I walked to school on dark, rainy mornings during the winter, but I wasn't afraid.
I collected newspapers and tin cans to help the war effort (for recycling), and bought a 10-cent Victory stamp each week. I pasted the stamps into a book and when it was filled I turned it in for a U.S. Savings bond.
We lived across from Swan Island up on the bluff which provided us with a perfect view for watching the ships being launched, usually about one a week. For daytime launches a string of brightly colored pennants was strung from the bow to the highest point in the middle of the ship and then back down to the stern. The night launches were decorated with colored lights, sort of like the outdoor Christmas lights of that time.
I remember hearing my dad tell how people of Portland were dancing in the streets and kissing complete strangers when the war was over. I knew it was almost over in June of 1945. I was given a new balloon-tired bicycle for my 10th birthday on June 4th. My parents said that the factories had stopped making war materials and had switched to peacetime manufacturing.
My dad was too old to be drafted inWorld War II but his brother Clifton was a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy, and my mom's brother, Ken, served in the Canadian Air Force. My husband was about to be drafted when he enlisted in the Army near the end of the Korean War, and my brother Jerry served in Vietnam. I am glad that my five sons have not had to serve in the military and I hope none of my grandsons have to either. But, if they do it should be for the right reasons--to protect our homes, families and freedoms.
As I lay down at night I give thanks that I live in a peaceful part of this world. I hope the people of our country will find ways this Veterans' Day to thank a military person for their service to our country, especially those in veterans hospitals who have sacrificed parts of themselves to protect all of us.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Ten Reasons Why ALL your family history/genealogy/temple work has not been "done." (even if you think Grandma or "Aunt Ellen" has done it all.
1 - More people keep dying. I began gathering my family when I was about 25 years old. In the many years since then, all the "old folks" are gone; those who were middle-aged are gone; and quite a few from my generation and younger have passed away. They did not have all their temple work done while they lived but some might want it done now.
2 - People get married. Some had spouses who died and some were divorced. When they remarry they bring a new line into their genealogy. You can't just add the new person. They have parents, siblings (who might have had more than one spouse) and some have children from a prior marriage. Also, their parents have siblings and in-laws who did not have a chance to accept the gospel in this life. Who will do their sealings if you don't?
3 - People continue having more children. Though these are still living, don't leave them off the family tree. Twenty years from now you may want to get some information from one of them. Stay in touch with the younger generation.
4 - Divorces happen. These spouses still need to be accounted for--and perhaps they too need temple work done. (You are not their judge).
5 - New databases are constantly being developed or added to. Some you may check out for finding relatives are: Ancestral File, New.FamilySearch, (old) IGI, National Archives, the Social Security Death Index, US Genweb project, county and state records and Ancestry.com's World Family Tree. You can find all kinds of vital statistics, newspaper archives, cemeteries, churches and societies that have been put records into searchable databases.
6 - Some sources have links other records. After I entered names into Ancestry's world tree it began finding those names in census records and other sources. I could then evaluate what it found and I could either accept the source or ignore it. This saved me a lot of time. I didn't have to order microfilms and search them page by page.
7 - Databases have links to others working on the same line. I have had several dead ends that weren't dead after all. Ancestry's world tree located people working on similar names who gave me bits of information to help my searches.
8 - Newspapers now have archives. You can locate obituaries that go back further than the current month. Some may charge a small fee but are worth it if you find the person you are searching for. These obituaries are a source of survivors and where they live. It may give the names of persons who predeceased the individual. Local genealogical societies also collect obits in the area they serve.
9 - Old genealogies contain errors. You may find you are working on the wrong branch of a family tree. If you learn this is true you will have another source of names that need to be researched and proved.
10 - You learn new facts at family gatherings. You may learn a new name, date or fact about a relative. If you are good at remembering, go off by yourself long enough to jot down that fact. After you are home working on your genealogy, add the information to your database and add its source. At the reunion you may learn that a relative goes by their middle name or a nickname. If that relative (or relative of a relative)
passes away you may know where they lived and be able to locate a local newspaper with the obituary in it.
Also add family stories as they make your history more interesting than just names and dates.
Genealogy is a fascinating life-long interest. Our leaders tell us that our own salvation stands in jeopardy if we neglect this work. Read Malachi 3:4-5 and ask yourself what kind of curse could the earth be smitten with??
If you have come across this blog in your web surfing then you should know that this "temple work" is performed by live persons as proxies for those who have passed way. Those in the Spirit World still have the right to accept the work or reject it. The ordinances from baptisms through endowments and sealings of families together for time and eternity are performed by those holding the Melchezidek Priesthood of God and holding proper authority to perform these ordinances. Any living person can qualify for these same ordinances For more information look up the website: http://www.lds.org/
2 - People get married. Some had spouses who died and some were divorced. When they remarry they bring a new line into their genealogy. You can't just add the new person. They have parents, siblings (who might have had more than one spouse) and some have children from a prior marriage. Also, their parents have siblings and in-laws who did not have a chance to accept the gospel in this life. Who will do their sealings if you don't?
3 - People continue having more children. Though these are still living, don't leave them off the family tree. Twenty years from now you may want to get some information from one of them. Stay in touch with the younger generation.
4 - Divorces happen. These spouses still need to be accounted for--and perhaps they too need temple work done. (You are not their judge).
5 - New databases are constantly being developed or added to. Some you may check out for finding relatives are: Ancestral File, New.FamilySearch, (old) IGI, National Archives, the Social Security Death Index, US Genweb project, county and state records and Ancestry.com's World Family Tree. You can find all kinds of vital statistics, newspaper archives, cemeteries, churches and societies that have been put records into searchable databases.
6 - Some sources have links other records. After I entered names into Ancestry's world tree it began finding those names in census records and other sources. I could then evaluate what it found and I could either accept the source or ignore it. This saved me a lot of time. I didn't have to order microfilms and search them page by page.
7 - Databases have links to others working on the same line. I have had several dead ends that weren't dead after all. Ancestry's world tree located people working on similar names who gave me bits of information to help my searches.
8 - Newspapers now have archives. You can locate obituaries that go back further than the current month. Some may charge a small fee but are worth it if you find the person you are searching for. These obituaries are a source of survivors and where they live. It may give the names of persons who predeceased the individual. Local genealogical societies also collect obits in the area they serve.
9 - Old genealogies contain errors. You may find you are working on the wrong branch of a family tree. If you learn this is true you will have another source of names that need to be researched and proved.
10 - You learn new facts at family gatherings. You may learn a new name, date or fact about a relative. If you are good at remembering, go off by yourself long enough to jot down that fact. After you are home working on your genealogy, add the information to your database and add its source. At the reunion you may learn that a relative goes by their middle name or a nickname. If that relative (or relative of a relative)
passes away you may know where they lived and be able to locate a local newspaper with the obituary in it.
Also add family stories as they make your history more interesting than just names and dates.
Genealogy is a fascinating life-long interest. Our leaders tell us that our own salvation stands in jeopardy if we neglect this work. Read Malachi 3:4-5 and ask yourself what kind of curse could the earth be smitten with??
If you have come across this blog in your web surfing then you should know that this "temple work" is performed by live persons as proxies for those who have passed way. Those in the Spirit World still have the right to accept the work or reject it. The ordinances from baptisms through endowments and sealings of families together for time and eternity are performed by those holding the Melchezidek Priesthood of God and holding proper authority to perform these ordinances. Any living person can qualify for these same ordinances For more information look up the website: http://www.lds.org/
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Columbus Day - 1962
It was just past five o'clock when I closed the office door and headed for my car. The October wind was blowing briskly. Little swirls of dust danced across the lawn and a big sheet of newspaper came blowing around the corner of the building. There was something exhilarating about the atmosphere. Overhead little puffy white clouds, perfectly spaced in formation, resembled white lines on the bias of a sky blue fabric. The sun would be setting soon. Its orange glow reached out from the west to tinge the edges of the cloud formations. The radio announcer warned that a hurricane strength windstorm was headed north through the Willamette Valley.
Five minutes later I pulled into my driveway. My husband and toddler sons were there to greet me,. "Better park up close to the house tonight," he advised." I immediately started preparing dinner and even thought it might be a good idea to heat a big pan of water.
Ben and Mark went down to their bedroom. They were definitely hyper! Mark tossed the little play table upside down on the floor while Ben threw in several sofa pillows and jumped in. Mark grabbed the converted table leg like a gear shift and they were varooming off on a big adventure. "I think we should open a couple of windows a crack to equalize the pressure," commented my husband as he headed for a bedroom.
Just as we were sitting down to eat dinner the lights went off. "What'll we do now?" asked Ben. We looked out of the dinette window and watched a small tree heaving at its roots, but it held. Our neighbor's trees were also straining at their roots. None were close enough to fall on our house so we didn't get too worried. We dined by candle light and I washed dishes by flashlight, glad I had heated that pan of water. My husband built a fire in the fireplace. Since we couldn't watch our favorite TV programs we spent the evening singing songs, telling stories and playing games until it was time for the boys to be in bed. Then we dashed out to the car so we could hear the storm report on the car radio. Wind gusts were clocked at 100 miles an hour! It was the storm that became known as The Columbus Day Storm.
Our lights came on about 6:00 a.m. because the line going to the hospital went past our street, but we didn't get phone service until 4:00 p.m. the next day. The day dawned as a beautiful crisp, clear day. A little dew sparkled across lawns strewn with fallen leaves and storm debris. We lived in the center of a horseshoe shaped drive, and big trees had fallen across the roadway on both sides of us. Chain saws could be heard in every direction as neighbors were helping neighbors to clean up, board up, or do whatever was necessary. As far as I recall, we were not afraid. We had experienced the Storm of the Century and lived to tell about it!
Five minutes later I pulled into my driveway. My husband and toddler sons were there to greet me,. "Better park up close to the house tonight," he advised." I immediately started preparing dinner and even thought it might be a good idea to heat a big pan of water.
Ben and Mark went down to their bedroom. They were definitely hyper! Mark tossed the little play table upside down on the floor while Ben threw in several sofa pillows and jumped in. Mark grabbed the converted table leg like a gear shift and they were varooming off on a big adventure. "I think we should open a couple of windows a crack to equalize the pressure," commented my husband as he headed for a bedroom.
Just as we were sitting down to eat dinner the lights went off. "What'll we do now?" asked Ben. We looked out of the dinette window and watched a small tree heaving at its roots, but it held. Our neighbor's trees were also straining at their roots. None were close enough to fall on our house so we didn't get too worried. We dined by candle light and I washed dishes by flashlight, glad I had heated that pan of water. My husband built a fire in the fireplace. Since we couldn't watch our favorite TV programs we spent the evening singing songs, telling stories and playing games until it was time for the boys to be in bed. Then we dashed out to the car so we could hear the storm report on the car radio. Wind gusts were clocked at 100 miles an hour! It was the storm that became known as The Columbus Day Storm.
Our lights came on about 6:00 a.m. because the line going to the hospital went past our street, but we didn't get phone service until 4:00 p.m. the next day. The day dawned as a beautiful crisp, clear day. A little dew sparkled across lawns strewn with fallen leaves and storm debris. We lived in the center of a horseshoe shaped drive, and big trees had fallen across the roadway on both sides of us. Chain saws could be heard in every direction as neighbors were helping neighbors to clean up, board up, or do whatever was necessary. As far as I recall, we were not afraid. We had experienced the Storm of the Century and lived to tell about it!
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