Saturday, January 30, 2021

More Triggered Memories

 


            I have used the above picture in an earlier post.  My first post in February 2012 – the year I started my blog.  The post itself had nothing to do with the picture.  Let me relate what really happened and why Jenna is making this face.

            As I mentioned in a more recent post we used to walk everywhere – though Kearns offered more destinations than anything in West Valley or Myrtle Creek.  We did not walk to the library often as we had to cross a busy street, but Jenna had not taken a nap and would be in need of one and usually the walk to the library and back wore her out. 

            I would always hold Jenna’s hand when we were out on walks – especially when crossing streets – especially the busy one. She insisted on crossing 5400 on her own.  No way!  What kind of a mother would I be to allow my five year old cross 5400 by herself?!?  I forced her to hold my hand the return and may have even carried her across at one point.  What a brute, I know.  Anyway, she made that face because she was upset with me.

 

            Many times Jenna and I have taken walks that will trigger some kind of memory – for instance yesterday I posted about my first car.  The trigger happened when we first saw a Volkswagen Beetle.  It was the same shade of blue as the car the Gus drives in the TV series Psych.

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         I told Jenna that it was a Beetle and when she started calling it a bug I told her that I thought the bug was bigger than the beetle – she thought I was joking about the names but shortly afterward a Volkswagen Bug came up the street as we were walking and I told her I used to have a Volkswagen Dasher.  I also shared a story about my sister Kayla who always seemed to have a fondness for the Volkswagen Bug and said she planned to buy one when she was old enough to drive (I think she was younger than 8 when this experience happened)

            My brother  and I planned to go to Trafalga Family Fun Center with a few friends.  I don’t remember how many went, but we had to take several cars in order to fit us all.  A friend picked me up in her Volkswagen Bug and we took Kayla with us.  I don’t remember all of what we did but do remember that miniature golf and bumper cars were offered in addition to water rides.  After we had returned home I remember telling mom what we did and she asked Kayla what her favorite part of the day had been. 

            “We got to ride in a bug!” she beamed proudly.  I had to explain that Janice had picked us up in her Volkswagen Bug.  I hadn’t thought about it as a highlight but it had been for Kayla.

 

            When we lived in Kearns I used to walk to the gas station near our house.  I would push Jenna in the stroller and go in to fill up my 32 ounce cup with soda.  Jenna always had her sippy cup which would sometimes need a refill – but I didn’t want to give her soda.  They had a watered down juice – I don’t even remember what it was.  I think it was Sobe some raspberry flavored liquid.  I saw it as a safe bet and would fill her cup half way and add some more water.  The gas station attendant never charged me for it but had always encouraged me to take it.  I’m guessing it wasn’t a good seller and he wanted to get rid of it.  



Friday, January 29, 2021

My First Car

          The first car that I had ever purchased was a used chocolate brown Volkswagen Dasher.  The only images I can find are of hatchbacks but I am certain that my car had a trunk.  I didnt want a hatchback.  The saleman had tried selling me a Ford Pinto.  I did not want a Ford Pinto.  I did not care for the salesmans tactic. I went and found another salesman.

not exact but think similar to what I had


          It was a cute little car, but NOT a spontaneous one.  I would have to warm the car up at least an hour before going anywhere.  I would let it warm up and allow the car to run for about five minutes and then I would have to give it an extra few minutes before I was seriously ready to go.  I dont even know what year it was or how many years I had it.

           When I left for my mission, I allowed my brother Patrick to drive my car  - though I dont know how often he used it but I know he did use it.  Just before my mission ended a bird had flown into the grill and Patrick had asked a friend of ours to help him with the damage.  Replacing the grill cost more than Patrick could afford and so Dan made a temporary fix using wood as a temporary replacement.  It seemed to work at the time.  Im sure it wouldnt pass inspection however and I know it would be cause to pull over today. 

 

not exact but similar to how it looked

          My grandma had purchased a car for herself just before my mission.  It was a white Plymouth Duster which she didnt drive often herself but had either me or her daughter drive it.  I remember driving her to a funeral of a kid whom neither one of us had known but she had been friends with her mom and so had gone to support her.  One thing that I really do enjoy about most LDS funerals (or at least the ones I have been to) is even if you dont know the person before the funeral, you will definitely know something before the funeral ends.  I like LDS funerals.  I like how they pay tribute to the life of the deceased.

 

tried to find a Plymouth Duster
without a background - no success

          After Grandma Helen died and the family was cleaning the house and marking her belongings it was decided that I would get her Plymouth Duster.  In time I understood why she never wanted to drive it herself or why so much of the time I would just see small old ladies behind the steering wheel of this monster tank (I thought the Duster was huge).  Its because nobody over 52 could feel comfortable driving.  My grandma was six feet tall - or close to. Im 54.  I could never wear a hat while driving as my head touched the ceiling as it was. 

 


          My brother, Corey, borrowed the Duster while going to school in Ephraim as he was in need of a car and I worked downtown and took the bus.  The best feature about that Plymouth Duster was that the heater worked almost too well.  Wed have to turn on the defogger when it rained or was cold.  I remember I would always drive with one coat sleeve over my left arm as I had to have the window open.  The rest of me was still hot.

 

         

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Weather Changes

 Jenna took these five pictures yesterday morning:








She took these three this morning





and I took these two 




Sunday, January 24, 2021

Pandemic Hair

         

posted to my fb profile August 2020

12 hours after I washed my hair I realized that it was still wet.  It’s been over a year now since either Jenna or I had our hair cut.  Although I have attempted to cut mine myself (and if it comes out butchered  - oh well.  Who is really going to see it or know behind the mask who to criticize?  If they are really six feet apart from me as been suggested, I would not think they’d be able to see all the flaws anyway) 

While cutting is okay our hair really needs to be thinned out.  I haven’t a clue how to go about that one. The above picture was taken in August so our hair is much longer and thicker now – especially Jenna who has three ringlets hanging behind her when it is down – which isn’t very often.  Jenna and I wear our hair in pigtails for the most part.  I would much rather wrap each loop of the mask around a pigtail than have it pulling on my ear.

December 2020

I know there are hair salons and barbers who are currently open – but it doesn’t seem like a desire necessity as say toilet paper or food.  I don’t guess there was a high demand for Biblical characters to be running out to the barber or hair salon – if indeed those things really did exist.  And they survived.  I don’t expect the pandemic to last forever.  We will get our hair thinned out in God’s due time. Wish all people would feel that way.  Perhaps we would have this whole situation under control by now.  Maybe.

Thursday, January 21, 2021

A Dog Goes To Church

 


            There are several times when we are leaving the house that Jenna and I will slip out the back door to avoid taking Bonnie with us.  It’s nothing against the dog – it’s usually just an inconvenience to take her when we’re just going to the store or the church.  I have taken Bonnie with me a few times when I picked Jenna up from seminary.  This morning I allowed Bonnie to come with me.

            Oh, that was a fun ride (not) as Bonnie whined for the most part.  Believing she had to relieve herself, I opened the back door as soon as I parked in the church parking lot.  She ran out and towards the building.  I could see her looking through the door.  Class was out and everyone was waiting for their rides.  I figured at least one of them would see Bonnie and Jaime would come out – which she did.  Only when she opened the door and came outside, Bonnie went inside.

            “People!  People!  I like people! Let me climb on top of you and lick your face.”

            Jenna rescued her seminary instructor whom Bonnie had decided to befriend.  We then took Bonnie to the dog part for just a few minutes so she could get whatever wildness inside of her out of the car – which I guess she did.  The return ride was so much better.

            We took Bonnie for a walk later on – or rather, Bonnie took Jenna and I followed – our usual routine.  Bonnie is still a sweet dog.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Kayla’s Birthday and Inaguration

 


          My brother Patrick has his birthday on St. Patrick’s Day.  It is always on St. Patrick’s Day regardless the day of the week.  St. Patrick’s Day is not a federal holiday in which some people are able to take the day off with pay.  It isn’t even seen as a holiday by many people though there are some who choose to celebrate the Irish heritage day.

          Kayla and I both have birthdays which may fall on a holiday weekend as both MLK day and Memorial Day have moved their celebrated day to Monday – or rather a day that follows the weekend and those who get paid for Federal holidays are able to take them off.  I think had mentioned in an earlier post how excited my mom said that Kayla was to be off on her birthday in 1986 – the first celebration of MLK – though it wasn’t nationally celebrated until 1995 (here

https://www.almanac.com/content/when-martin-luther-king-jr-day

        I was on my mission at the time and do not have any other recollection except that mom said that my sister thought it was a cool celebration as it gave her the day off from school.  Roland had the Monday off in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. though the holiday recognition is the 20th (here) 

          In addition to MLK is the presidential inauguration every four years.  How terrible it was (and still is) for 2016 celebration.  Not a great way to start out her birthday – though only half of the nation was in mourning.  Of course each year was worse – especially the last one.  But this year is better.  So far it has seemed peaceful. 

EVERYBODY's President - not just a specific party

          Kayla sent me an email as I am not currently on facebook and so have not looked at what was sent through messenger – though she says it says the same thing.  The inauguration this year is surely an improvement over the last.  Kayla is 46 years old today.  Joe Biden is our 46th president – well sort of.  Grover Cleveland served two terms in office which were not in a row.  He served as the 22 and 24 president.  #23 was Benjamin Harrison – grandson of William Henry Harrison – our 9th president who served less than two months – if he even served at all . . . (here)

          WHH gave the nation’s longest inauguration speech in freezing weather.  He wasn’t dressed for it.  He caught pneumonia and died.  Nice weather on January 20th seems rare.  There was one year Kayla and my mom had gone somewhere (probably to a birthday lunch) when neither of them were wearing coats.  Kayla said it was the first birthday she remembered not having needed a coat.

          Happy Birthday Kayla.  Joe Biden is going to make America great again.



Monday, January 18, 2021

When Did I Start Falling Apart?

            I remember walking with the boys and then with Jenna when we lived in Kearns.  I walked with Jenna to the bus stop and to the school from the bus stop and returned to the bus stop and walked between.  I did a lot of walking.

            Even when we lived on the rental property in Myrtle Creek Jenna and I walked nearly every day.  I go with her now when she is walking Bonnie and I have never felt so worn out.  Bonnie always sounds like I feel – exhausted and panting.  Maybe she’s not.  She’s overweight so I think the walk is stressful – especially because she always seems like she’s in a hurry.  She needs to pace herself.

            I preferred the walks in Utah and around Neal and Riverside or Millsite park.  I no longer enjoy climbing – which is what we are doing each time we “walk” because everything is hilly with more ups than downs.  



            I used to be in better shape.  Kayla and I used to go on hikes all the time.  I know she continued after she met Bill and now with her family.  I don’t get exhausted when I go out to the mailbox – or even on my return.  But I do find it more challenging to walk from the corner of our street back to our house for example.  I don’t think I snort like Bonnie does, but maybe.



            My favorite thirst quencher has ALWAYS been water.  I had worked myself up to drinking 3-5 quarts of water a day and gradually even more.  And then I got pregnant with Jenna and went through water withdrawl.

            It did not matter how quickly or slowly I drank the water – I would throw it up.  If I gulped it down or gently sipped it.  I drank because I was thirsty but I threw up a lot.  It wasn’t just the first trimester either.  IT WAS ALL NINE MONTHS!!!  Nine months of throwing up water and almost any kind of food I ate.  I could hold down dairy products and fish.  Nine months of less water which I tried to drink again, but never was able to complete my goal of more than three quarts until just lately.  I hope to get up to six.

            Jenna has always liked water too.  Even at a young age there were times that she just preferred it to anything else.  She drinks a lot of water – probably more than me.  Wish Roland would follow our example. 

Sunday, January 17, 2021

Balancing

      I had written my last post as a free verse to make it seem more interesting, but I lost the vision of what I had intended. What had triggered my thought on climbing in the first place was watching Roland climb up the unstable ladder.  It looks unstable leaning in mushy ground.  He was fixing the porch light and connecting it to another stapling the cord in place.  I was awed at his ability to look up.

            I tend to lose my balance quite easily – especially if I am looking up.  I get dizzy when I am standing still on solid ground.  I think if I were climb a ladder now and looked up I would fall.  I have fallen at least twice because of whatever has made me dizzy.  I fell in my bedroom before we were married.  I don’t remember if I had even known Roland at the time. 

            My former neighbor Peggy had collected nativity scenes and would put them on display each year after I was married.  She had invited Jenna to play an angel in the Bird’s annual Christmas pageant.  She had brought home clothes for each cast member to wear and had opened the box in the room with the nativities.  I had fallen into one – I think one of the pieces may have broken.  I felt so bad – especially because I think Peggy thought Jenna had been responsible for the breakage.  But Jenna wasn’t even near enough the nativity that spilled over.  Nobody was except for me.  If someone else had been there, I may have fallen into them.

            I had an MRI in 2013.  The results did not prove anything about my brain activity.  Everything appeared normal.  The dizziness comes and goes.  Perhaps all the twirling I had done as a kid finally caught up with me.  I would spin and spin and never get tired of it.  Perhaps my brain was triggered somehow.

            I know old people who function quite well both mentally and physically.  I know young people who have been stricken either mentally or physically – sometimes both.  I think I fall into the category of the latter.  My dad was young when his body muscles were paralyzed by strokes.  Mom hadn’t even turned 70 yet when we learned she had dementia.  I don’t know if either are hereditary. I know I eat too much sugar.  I may have diabetes.  I would like to abstain from sugar for at least six weeks.  I heard that is how long it takes for the sugar to leave the system.



Saturday, January 16, 2021

Climbing

 When I was younger

I was a climber

            I climbed on the furniture

did my best to scale walls

aimed for the tree tops

Climbing was a part of me

 

I may not have been the fastest runner

but I did enjoy running

playing tag and let us not forget

Climbing.


 

After my sister Kayla had come along

we learned that she was a better climber

We have at least one photograph of her

between two walls of the door frame

head near the ceiling

Mom had returned home one day to find

Kayla

 sitting on the closet door

I suppose that is not as scary

as finding me on the roof           

of the house

across the street

 

My daughter Jenna loves to climb

She used to climb on furniture

                        Don’t remember her ever scaling the walls

Mostly

she loves trees

has been climbing them

since she was tall enough

to reach branches

 

I seemed to

have stopped somewhere

along the way

as Jenna continues

She may never stop climbing

                        I hope that she doesn’t.



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Reminders of Missing Poetry

            I remember loving nursery rhymes – I think because they rhymed.  Most were silly and didn’t mean much other than the rhyming words.  I tried my hand at poetry at a very young age.  Hey, my rhymes weren’t so off the wall as Mother Goose.  That must have been my first introduction to poetry.

            I remember discovering free verse and gradually introduced to limericks and haikus.  I read the Childcraft book 1 more than any of them. 

 


           Whenever the school offered book fairs or sent home scholastic brochures, I would order books that specialized in poetry.  One of my favorite was an introduction to American Poetry – I forget the title but the cover from front to back was covered in blue print of each author’s name and the title was in red and blue. My favorite poets were Carl Sandburg and Christina Rossetti.

 In time I turned to black poetry and found I loved Phillis Wheatley, Paul Laurence Dunbar and Langston Hughes – especially Langston Hughes.  I could not read enough of his poetry and would later read anything written by him or about him.

In high school I took a creative writing class and contributed to the school publication called Expressions.  I treasured those books for a long time.  I am certain that I brought them into my marriage but don’t know if they ever made it to West Valley or Oregon.  I have my doubts.  I had tried to introduce Jenna to my love of poetry, but she didn’t seem interested – although she did enjoy Dr. Seuss and loved nonsense poems. 

She is currently taking an English class which at this moment in time have poetry themed assignments.  It has triggered many memories of the poetry I used to love but somehow became bored with as it hasn’t been in my repertoire for a while now.  I don’t remember when I had stopped reading or writing.  Probably after I got married.  We’ve lived in this state for over five years.  For the first time since we’ve been in Oregon I find myself missing the collection I once had.  I would like to share some of those written by my classmates and peers – but alas, they have become part of yesteryear never to return.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Hey, I Know That Guy! We Used to Work Together

           The first meeting we had attended in our current ward happened to land on Fathers’ Day -  though I don’t recall any mention of Father’s Day whatsoever.  The two talks given seemed to focus on Social Media which I thought was a strange topic to be delivering over the pulpit on a Sunday morning. I didn’t realize that only five years later it would become a necessary tool for the missionaries.

We didn’t have social media when I was on my mission.  Facebook was out when my three boys had served their missions, but it certainly wasn’t encouraged and now the missionaries are required to have facebook accounts. We had two elders over on Saturday night and they asked if they could leave a thought before they drove away.  Their thought was on contacting others through facebook – which is what triggered the memory of our first meeting which one elder said must have been an inspired theme.

Though many churches have met as a congregation there are still a tremendous amount of people who do not attend because of age and health risks.  Thus many wards and stakes offer the option of viewing though social media.  In our ward the viewer has to belong to the ward page to click on the facebook link.  We were told that the meeting can no longer be viewed once it ends.  But I have been able to view it within an hour or so after returning home.  I think it might vanish once everyone has left the building.

Then there’s my sisters stake as well as others in the surrounding Salt Lake Valley that offer church services through YouTube.  I know my daughter-in-law had provided a three hour window before the video of the meeting was removed.  My sister hadn’t provided a time limit when she has sent videos.

There is a sacredness which could easily be desecrated by sharing on social media.  On the other hand, I also see this as a missionary tool – perhaps a stronger one than a disappearing share.  One may accidently stumble across a meeting and might find someone they know.  They may recognize my brother-in-law for example as someone they had worked with or who had taken their pictures.  That seems like it would be an effective tool for those who are curious enough to explore beyond his words and research the church and ask for the missionaries who do teach outside of the home but are able to set up virtual meetings too.

I remember having to knock on doors to find people – not the most effective way in my opinion.  Missionaries aren’t even allowed to knock on doors anymore – not even a member who has invited them over for dinner - at least in this area.  They stand outside and wait for someone to remember to open the door without the knocking reminder.

I’m grateful for the good things that can be found on social media and having it available to me.  I enjoy being able to view other wards I can’t realistically attend in person.

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Assigned to Write on Current Events

 


                Jenna has three current event assignment to turn in today – or turned in rather.  She had known about the deadline on Monday but had decided to wait to see if something would happen.  Something happened alright – nothing she wanted to research however – and really how do you sum up the January sixth tragedy to just a few paragraphs?  Her other two current events consisted of Burger King changing their logo and compared hairy crabs to pumpkin lattes – funny.  But her third one was not as light but perhaps not as tragic as storming the state capitol had been on Wednesday.

            Neither of us are avid fans of reading and researching certain topics – especially if it relates to mandatory school work.  When I was doing online school the past three years I did a great deal of research on YouTube – it’s easier to watch and listen than to make sense out of something that is so often written with absolutely no tone whatsoever.  I need it to be explained to my ears and not try to decipher the language by reading it.  I pulled up this story that took place only six days ago. 

Should ex-cheerleader B.L. be suspended because of some comment she made on snapchat using the name of the high school in an unflattering way?  After all she was not even on school property when she sent it.  Does the school have a right to make an example out of her?  I think so.  Whenever a tired instructor posts something out of frustration he or she is in jeopardy of losing his or her job.  There are real cases and examples of those who have been dismissed from their jobs due to derogatory comments or language.  There are some companies that may not even hire you if you are friends with certain people who may have potty mouths or antagonistic opinions.  I learned that while going to online college.

I did not read Jenna’s report but had thought of how Trump’s tweets had gotten out of hand – and the dude doesn’t learn.  His followers don’t learned.  I wonder if B.L will learn or if her lawyer will fight in the offensive way that Baby Trump has – threatening to take each case to the Supreme Court.  So relieved to know that he still did not get his way.  He tweeted that he won’t be going to Biden’s inauguration.  Now there’s a shocker.  They’ll need to beef up on security.  I hope Biden does not plan on moving into the white house for a month or so – when the messes have been cleaned up and hopefully remains COVID free.  I would like to see Donald Trump get the help that he needs – perhaps in a galaxy far, far away.    

Friday, January 8, 2021

Gazing At Me Through Barbie Doll Shades

           Whenever Roland and I happen to be watching Game Shows together, without fail he will ask what I think about the dresses the models are wearing.

          “What do you think of that dress?”

          “I bet that dress would look good on you.”

          “Would you wear that dress?”



          I’m flattered that he believes I would be able to fit into anything that a game show model is wearing as I was not that size since college.  Overall I’m really NOT impressed with whatever.  I would be even less impressed if it did come in my size.  There are just some fashions that somebody my shape should NOT be wearing.

          “Do you like that dress?” he asked yesterday as we were watching The Price is Right.

          “I think it would be great if I had the desire to look like a disco ball. If it did come in my size I would be for shortening the sleeves and making a longer hem.”

          I rarely ever see a dress that I might wear – even at my college size.  I would not wear them as dresses though, but as tops – except for the long ones that go down past the ankle.  There was one he said I would look good in and he is always genuine about it.  I told him thanks but I thought the model looked like a wedding cake topper and if I was to wear something like that I would look like the tiered wedding cake itself and not just the topper.

          I asked Jenna for a description of how Roland views me.  She is the one who had suggested that he’s been wearing Barbie doll shades.  That seems like an appropriate description. I don’t mind wearing dresses and I do admit that I don’t have the greatest sense of fashion, but I’d rather be comfortable in my clothes than self conscience – especially now. But perhaps I would do better in model dresses during the pandemic as Roland and Jenna are the only ones who will see me.  All dressed up and nowhere to go.  So why bother?

          My husband has always looked at me with puppy eyes.  Puppy eyes wearing Barbie shades.

Thursday, January 7, 2021

MCL Book Club

         When Myrtle Creek Library was still a public library back in 2016 there was an announcement for a book club.  Unlike Salt Lake county that has several copies of many books, Douglas county had multiples of  approximately 8-12 books.  I remember the librarian passing a list of suggested titles and a brief description.  The most unanimous we for  A Light in the Wilderness by Jane Kirkpatrick. 

The story is one of African-American pioneer Letitia Carson who made her way to Oregon and although she was a property owner by today’s standards, the law back then frowned upon women owning property.

        It appeared to be easy reading and we each took home a copy (I think there were eight of us) and would meet the following week or two (I don’t remember) and while the storyline did seem interesting, most of us found the book to be very one dimensional as characters would be mentioned but not developed.  It wasn’t so hard to keep track of as it just seemed to leave out enough detail that it was hard to imagine . . . if that makes any sense.

        Latitia Carson was buried in Pioneer Cemetery upon a hill just behind the gas station we often stop to have our car filled.  Roland and I have been to pioneer cemetery only once.  I searched among the headstones to see if I could find one for Latitia but I did not find one.  Most of the “markers” are unmarked – bearing a leaf but no other information.  Those that include a name or date are so badly weathered that it is hard to read (see here). 

For the second book we read it was suggested that instead of having everybody read the same thing, why not read something that we would not normally read and each give our review on what we had chosen. The library was then having a book sale and I somehow felt myself drawn to a book called When Beauty Tamed the Beast by Eliosa James. I HATE romance novels, I despise them.  I picked it up not only because it is a genre I avoid, but because it had a giant font which I thought would be easier to read than most books. 

        It was hilarious!  I thought it was anyway.  Yes, it did occasionally drop a hint of grossness but nothing that made me want to vomit (as most romance novels do).  I could read other books by Eliosa James if that was indeed her style.  When I looked at the review four years ago, it did not seem well favored by her fans as she had stayed away from her usual.  Okay, that makes sense that I would enjoy something that the avid romance reader would not. 


        When I looked up the Title today it fell under fairytale 2 and I can no longer find the indecent review which I found before.  But I don’t see the book as a fairytale per se.  I think I would have been more disappointed with it if I had been expecting a fairytale. 


        I remember there were a couple that gave reviews and it peaked my interest but for the most part I didn’t care for the descriptions of the books that the others had read – nor do I recall any further meetings for the book club that seemed to vanish quicker than did the library (here


        When we had first moved to Myrtle Creek Jenna and I had gone to the library all the time.  And then I received my position on the board. Funny how I plugged for the promotion of voting to save the libraries and was active as a volunteer for a few months and just stopped going after a while. I got busy with school and then 2020 took over.  I need to go back someday.