Friday, August 27, 2010
~Construction Woes~
I couldn't even drive to my daughters school to turn in her registration without getting dirty looks because I was so mad the school was not accessible that I drove through until I was close enough to walk to it.
It seems the county feels they need to fix every street in West Jordan, Murray and Salt Lake city at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I am all for change, fixing problems and making things better. Just don't do it all at the same time.
I am so tired of driving half a mile out of my way at a time just to get from point A to point B. It is ridiculous. They even did construction in front of my house this summer. They even blocked me in my driveway and took their own sweet time moving so I could leave for work.
Frustration must be an understatement. It baffles me that I have to go so far to go such a normally short distance. My car is so dirty it looks like its been through a war.
I can't even get away from it while I am at work. The reason, City Creek, need I say more.
Please Lord, make this end soon. I don't think I can take it much longer. Woe is me.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
~Just Thoughts~
- people do not care what they look like
- they smell of interesting scents
- they are filthy, hence the odors
- it doesn't matter if anyone is there, they will have complete conversations with them
- conversations with you and your acquaintances are interrupted to tell you things you don't need to know, because you don't know them
- I am asked for money
- if they are not handicapped, they feel obligated to use the handicapped ramp because they have a stroller, groceries or any other number of items that makes it reasonable to them to use the seating which is designated for those who are handicapped
- some people think they should have a seat just because, it doesn't matter that the pregnant lady is standing, they were there first
- manners? what's that?
- gentleman? what's that?
- courteous in your language? what's that?
I could go on, however I feel you have the point now. Observing others is a social habit at this point. I have become a "people watcher" is you please. Not necessarily a want, just happened over the years riding this form of public transformation.
You should try it and see what its like. Crazy people, punk kids etc. ride all day every day, its quite an adventure at times.
This was something I wanted to get off my chest, you see I think some of these people are not socially inept like you may think. They were most likely taught better, but they obviously could care less at this point in time. It is sad we have this in our society today.
We need to remember, as we go about our day, to help those in need as we are prompted by the spirit. You should look at helping others as a blessing, as if you are assisting the Savior. This is my prayer this day, for us to be more Christlike in our daily lives.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Fun in the Sun!
~Rilee & Sarah doing water Acrobatics at high speed~
~This good looking man is my friend Ray~
~Rilee, Sarah and Courtny taking a break from tubing to enjoy a tan and soda~
~Christopher looking good in his shades~
~Rilee, Me and McQuelle chilling out after a swim break~
~Two of the girls flying at high speed~
~McQuelle taking a solo ride~
This was a very long day and we had a great time. Although, I look like a lobster and the kids are so tan, it was a tiring day. We did not get home from down south until 2 a.m. It was worth all the exhaustion and getting fried to have such a great day with a wonderful friend and our kids.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Girl's Camp June 2010
The theme for camp was "Back to the Future". We spent everyday in a different era. Starting with the 1920's and ending in present day. There was so much learned by all of us. We were able to hear stories from each period of time. From when cold cereal came out, when Black's were admitted to public school, hula hooping was the rage, lunch was the heaviest meal of the day for a long time, and how much fun it can be to ride a tandem bike.
Riding the tandem bike was so much fun for all of us. Grant, Cami, Kerstin and Bishop Williams were the best captains on the bike. I tried to be the captain and just couldn't get it down, so I stayed on back (in the stoker position). This was a very fun camp for us all. We learned so much. We made bracelets with beads, earring frames and learned how to start fires. I even got the morning fire going with the help of Bev, for the first time ever.
There was hiking and camp certification along with study time for scriptures and reading. Everyone seemed to have fun. Only a few girls had to go home because they were ill or had other family things going on. They were missed for the rest of the time we spent at camp.
I think I learned a lot about patience too. I was an assistant cook and boy was that easy. The girls helped with everything. It was such a great opportunity to be at camp with all the girls in our ward. I felt privilege to be there for McQuelle's last year at camp as she will not be in Young Women for much longer. It was also great to be there with my younger daughter, Coutny, as well. I am grateful for the chance I was given to be a part of the Young Women for a week. I had fun, this was a great use of one week's vacation.
Book Club
May was a novel named "Rebecca", which I have not made it halfway through at this point. It is very dull and boring. The grammar is so horrible I can not bear to read it at all. I know that is a poor excuse, but what can I say grammar is very important when reading and writing.
I know I am not perfect, however I try as hard as I can to get it right. So I have stopped reading it and put away for now.
June was "Sarah's Key", by Tatiana De Rosnay. This was a wonderful historical novel, a fictional story based on historical facts. I really learned a lot about the French police and the Vel' d' Hiv' Roundup from 1940 to 1944. An amazing perspective on an event from World War Two which has not been taught in school, neither in Europe, the United States and especially in France.
Tatiana De Rosnay is from Paris France and was surprised to learn of this historical round up of Jews in WWII in her very own land, because it is not taught in school. She came across the information on the Vel' d' Hiv as she was researching for another story to write about events in homes and apartments in the Nelaton area of France. As she learned more about the roundup she knew it was time to write about it in the manner she chose so those who do not know may learn of the horrible things that came about during Germany occupied France in WWII.
Sarah is not mentioned by name until just about half way through the book, she is only referred to as the girl. When her name is finally revealed it is a heart wrenching moment in her story.
On July 16, 1942 a pounding on the apartment door wakes the girls mama. She is terrified to answer the door because of the previous roundup of men that took place. The girl urges her mama to answer the door only to find the French police standing there. They tell her to pack a small bag and gather her children and follow them to the street. The girl goes to get her four year old brother from his room, she gives him some water, a book and his teddy bear and hides him in a secret place in her room. She tucks the key in her pocket thinking she can get her brother out soon and promises him so. She tells her mama she will leave the key for papa. The police start to question her about the whereabouts of papa, he comes out of his hiding place and states he is there as well.
Out in the street they are stared at and laughed at by the Parisian citizens. The girl recognizes her former friends and a man who plays music on the street. The man tries to tell the police they are wrong and they are good people. The police tell him to stay out of it.l They are paraded to the Vel' d' Hiv' stadium and locked up without bathroom facilities, food or water for several days before they are put on cattle cars and sent to a camp not far from O'rleans, which is out in the country.
At the camp they are separated by men, age 12 and up, and women and children under age 12. after over a month in the camp, which is not run by the Germans but by the French police under orders of the Third Reich, they take all the jewelry and money they have. Some were treated very cruelly during this portion of the stay. The girl is afraid they will discover the key in her pocket, but hey are to preoccupied with her mother to check her as they did her. The mothers are taken away at that moment and the children are left alone with no one. all the men and women over age 12 were then take to Auschwitz and executed. The younger children left alone with no food, water or love.
The girl escapes with the help of one of the other children and the French policeman that took them from their home on the fateful day. They get to a farm in O'rleans where a couple, the Dufaure's, take them in. They feed them and clothe them. Then Rachel, the girls friend, get sick with dysentery and the Dufaure's send for a doctor. The doctor they are used to is missing and no one will tell them, a German doctor comes and leaves with a warning.
Later the Germans come and take Rachel, but they do not discover Sarah in the cellar when they search. Sarah makes them take her back to Paris to get her brother. The Tezac's had moved into her home and could not help her.
Sarah runs in and opens the door and they find the boy dead. Sarah never gets over her brothers death. After being adopted by the Dufaure's she grows up sad and lonely because of the events in the war. At 18 she leaves for the U.S. to be a nanny.
Julia Jarmond is a journalist investigating the roundup for a 60 year commemoration happening across France. She is an American who has lived in Paris for 25 years and has a daughter of her own, Zoe, who she adores and a husband who is less than he should be.
They are remodeling the apartment on the Rue de Santonge, where Sarah's family lived. She finds out the story about Sarah and makes it her goal to let Sarah's son know about the round up and that the Tezac's cared for her financially as long as they could, and made the arrangements to bury her brother at the time he was found in the cupboard.
This was a disturbing historical event, the Jews were not and are not bad people. They did not deserve to be discriminated against them or now. I am saddened by a historical event which was kept hidden for so long. This is part of a terrible war that we should be aware of. I cried through out this book often as I read the events. They remind me of what happened across Europe during WWII. I am so grateful to not have lived during that time. This is a book I recommend to all.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Updates Comming
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Bronze Bow
