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January 16, 2010
January 1, 2010
Welcoming a New Decade…
Well everyone that time has arrived again and it seems as though we just went through it a minute ago. 2009 has gone and passed the baton onto 2010 a new decade.
As a kid my family would watch Dick Clark and then at midnight bang pots and pans together, hug each other, and go to bed. The adults would celebrate into the night and us kids would get together the next morning and count how many shades of green Uncle George looked like. The day would be slow and quiet. College football on the television that no one would watch! That’s what I remember.
Many New Years Eve’s have come and gone for me and still I truly find it to be so much fun. Mind you, I have as I got older partook in the festivities and myself I am sure displayed a few shades of green just like Uncle George…especially after last night…Blackberry Brandy and Alabama Slammers were my drink of choice all night LOL. I had a blast!! Today as I remember from New Years past is slow and quiet once again…THANK GOD! lol
It’s New Years yes, and I celebrate with all of you. I will take into consideration the spirit of the holiday and remember the good times and bad times of this past year. I will look at my family and friends and see the time that has been granted to us. I will raise a glass and toast to us all. Ask that the new year be clear. That prosperity grace our homes. Good health be our very best friend indeed. And that peace be with us all.
So to you and yours have a safe and happy New Year.
December 22, 2009
December 10, 2009
The Gift
December 1975, and 9-year old my spirit was as low as the Missouri thermometer. But the simplest of gifts warmed not only the heart of myself but my family for decades to come. Following divorce, my mother had recently moved to Texas so this was to be our first Christmas apart since my birth. One of my favorite holiday activities was shopping with my mom to find the perfect Christmas gift for my maternal grandparents, but of course this year it was not to be. My dad and I had a difficult relationship even at that early age, so though he had legal custody I spent as many weekends, school breaks, and other days with my grandparents as possible. It was the thought of not having a gift for my beloved grandma that hurt me most of all. One weekend shortly before Christmas my grandpa finally coaxed out of me the reason for my somber mood during this season of joy. “You know son” he said “we can go buy something for your grandma, but I have a better idea. Lets go out to the garage.” Out into the cold we went where behind the garage lay a pile of scrap lumber, including a pine stump about a foot long — the leftover trimmed from this years Christmas tree. “I think your grandma sure could use a good candleholder, don’t you son? Bring that little log into the garage.” Out of the tool chest came a family heirloom in its own right — my great-grandfathers antique hand-cranked drill. So, while grandpa gently guided my hands and applied the needed pressure I cranked away until two fine-looking holes were made. ”Grandpa thats great” I exclaimed “but I wanna make it even better!” In a flash I was off like St. Nick, sneaking past grandma to the toybox for some red and green crayons. “Just what are you two up to out there son” she asked. “Oh, uhhm, nothing grandma” I replied with a mirthful glint in my eye. Back to the garage, where another thirty minutes of careful work on each end of the pine produced satisfactory hues of evergreen and crimson. The three wisemen from the Orient could not have felt more pride as I marched my gift into the house and presented it to grandma. “Oh my!” she softly exclaimed as her tears flowed and my face beamed like the star of Bethlehem. Years later I came to realize those tears of joy were not only for the treasured gift, but for the rekindled Christmas spirit in her grandson.
For the next 38 years that old pine log, covered in crayon, with two discount-store candles stuck in it, was always the centerpiece of my grandparents holiday decorations. Invariably, any guest who paid the least notice of it were told the story of its creation in reverent tones. We lost grandpa in January 2004 but still the gift lived on. In the summer of 2008 it was time for grandma to enter a nursing home for good. One of the personal posessions she absolutly insisted on taking was, you guessed it, that old pine stump. Now a whole new audience of nursing staff and residents were regaled with its legend. Grandma passed away this June, so this is my first Christmas without either of them in my life. However, as I write this, sitting on my kitchen table sits the centerpiece of my own home decorations this year — an aged candleholder made for next-to-nothing yet more valuable to my family than all the worlds gold. So this Christmas as you rush from store to store then home to wrap those gifts remember that sometimes the old cliche’ is true — that with some gifts it really is the the thought that counts.
December 9, 2009
Mother Knows Best
The countdown to Christmas was on, but Mother was slightly troubled. Some of her children just didn’t seem to be in the holiday spirit. Perhaps they were worried about buying presents and how they could possibly afford them. Maybe, just maybe, one or two was blue because of the way Mother had been treated in the last few years. Oh sure, the children still sang their songs. The decorations adorned as usual. The tv was still full of commercials and programs meant to tug at both the heartstrings and purse-strings. But somehow, things just didn’t seem like Christmas yet. It seemed to Mother that things were easier in earlier times — before the scars and pain of betrayal by those she held so dear. Oh well, maybe someday they would all appreciate her gifts. But as for now, what could she possibly do to rekindle the low smoldering ember of holiday spirit. “Ah, I’ve got it” Mother said to no one in particular. And with that exclaimation she blew gently into the breeze and waved her hand as if saluting a long-forgotten friend. And as she did, a cleansing white snow began to fall across the land. ”Merry Christmas, my children. I love you” Mother Nature said as she bowed her head, turned, and disappeared into the swirling opaque whiteness.
November 25, 2009
November 23, 2009
Shots That Changed History
Many of us learned in our US History class about “the shot heard round the world” — the Battle Of Lexington which started the American Revolution. And one could say that the shot fired by John Wilkes Booth into President Lincoln’s skull caused a major alteration to our nations path. But for those of us in modern times perhaps no shots altered history more than those fired in Dallas 46 years ago, the ones that ended the life of President John F. Kennedy. November 22, 1963 is said to be the day that Baby Boomers lost their innocence, that America’s post-World War 2 feeling of invincibility came crashing down. As an amature historian I feel that it also sent us down paths Kennedy would likely have not followed. I’ll not speak to the controversy over who fired the shots from what location, how many shooters, etc. only to the aftereffects.
Let us consider the biggest event of the 1960s for America, the Viet Nam War. Even in 1962 and early 1963 President Kennedy and his advisors could see the writing on the wall, so to speak, that the South Vietnamese government was totally corrupt and undeserving of America’s support. It was Kennedys plan to gradually reduce US military advisors and supplied equipment, particularly after the 1964 election and let South Vietnam stand or fall on its own merits. Sadly his successor, Lyndon Johnson, so feared being labled soft on communism that he would commit billions of US dollars and millions of US warfighters to a cause that was lost from the very beginning. Some 58 thousand names are chisled in black granite on the Washington D.C. mall that otherwise might have lived had not those shots rang out in Dallas. I theorize that our entire dealings with communism for the remainder of the 20th century also changed on that November day. Prior to the Cuban Missle Crisis, the USSR considered Kennedy a weak and naive leader. However his resolve during the crisis earned him grudging admiration from Nikita Kruschev. A small thawing of the Cold War occurred in 1963, leading me to believe that a second presidential term for Kennedy would have seen the US and USSR become, if never friends, then at least nations willing to peacefully co-exist without the threat of instant nuclear annihilation. Again, LBJ followed a different path. While Johnson was a man full of bluster and bombast when dealing with underlings and political rivals, in essence he was noting more than a schoolyard bully. He so feared making the wrong decision and leading to nuclear war that he allowed the USSR and China to foster non-nuclear conflicts worldwide, from Viet Nam to the middle east to the Congo.
But let us also consider positive changes made by President Johnson that might have been delayed, or indeed never implemented under a Kennedy administration. While Attorney General Robert Kennedy had done what he felt he could to protect black protestors in the south, the Kennedy administration as a whole felt a slow gradual change in race relations was the safer course to take. To his great credit President Johnson saw the time for action was long past due and strong-armed the Civil Right Acts and Voting Rights Acts through Congress. If it had not been for that, then the likelyhood of a young african-American from Chicago becoming our current president would have been greatly diminished. The war on poverty is another area where one could say a major shift occured due to that terrible day in Dallas. The poor and the uninsured were America’s dirty little secret during post-World War 2 boom. While most lived in luxury in the suburbs with new cars and full cupboards, a shameful percentage of our population, in rural Appalachia and the inner cities particularly, lived a hand-to-mouth existence. The elderly were also constantly on the precipice of financial ruin from hospitalization and doctors bills. President Johnson saw this and felt a country as blessed as America could do much more for its citizens, pushing legislation for his Great Society program which brought about among other things medicare, medicaide, food stamps, and Head Start education programs for disadvantaged children. Oh yes, and it was Johnson’s Great Society that provided initial funding that brought us beloved characters like Big Bird, Burt & Ernie, and Oscar through Sesame Street.
All of this change, both good and bad, would not have happened in the way we know it had JFK not been gunned down in Dallas. For like a stone tossed into calm waters the ripple of those shots wash ashore in Americans daily lives still to this day.
November 22, 2009
well, here we go…
Okay, so I heard about the new chat blog link and thought about what I could possibly have to say that would be educational, interesting and important. I know, I know….not much, right? Haha. I thought about it and actually got my inspiration while watching tv. Have you ever seen those commercials ‘for only (insert amount here) per day, you can help feed a family of four in (insert 3rd world country name here)for a month’? I’m sure you have-they are all over tv-some even have celebrities speaking for them. Not that there is anything wrong with helping to feed families and children in Croatia, Zimbabwe, Laos, and on and on…..in fact I am happy there are programs that do this (assuming the money does in fact go towards the care of these children/families). However, I would just like to say that there are so many children and families right here in our own country; our own states, counties and towns that are JUST as needy as those in others. And yes, I know poverty is global, but for the intents and purposes of this blog, I’d like to speak about the USA. I work for child protective services in my state and I see first hand on a daily basis that there are children in the US just as desperate for love, affection, food, and medical care. I’m reminded more so now that the holidays are here. I work with so many children that have nothing; shoes too small, LOVE going to school because they get to eat breakfast AND lunch, kids who are so desperate for love and attention that they hang on your leg and beg you to take them with you to live at your house. Last year at Christmas, I gave a child a stocking and he had no idea what one was or what he should do with it. He’d never had one before in his life. And there were people in the community who had donated presents for workers in my agency to give to children on their caseloads and let me tell you this-I had a family where each of the children received three presents. There were four children and the parents cried and went on and on about how it was “too much”. THREE Christmas presents. It blew my mind. So I guess I would just like to remind everyone that there are people right here, right now who could use some support. I’m sure every county has a food pantry. Would it really be too much to grab an extra can of soup, box of noodles, cereal, crackers…….and donate it to a food bank? (And I’m sure some people are saying right now, yes. That sometimes is too much…ok). But honestly, if you can’t donate money-donate time. Be a big brother or a big sister. Volunteer at girl/boy scouts or a church AWANA program. You will never know to what extent something that seems so trivial to you can affect the life of someone else. My community has alot of support for families especially around the holidays. We have something called the “Giving Tree”. It’s where agencies/schools/whatever hand out paper ornaments to the workers and the worker writes a child’s age, gender, clothing size and a few items they would like for christmas on this ornament. Then, all the ornaments are placed on a tree that is set up in a very public, well-trafficked area. Anyone can pick an ornament and buy some or ALL of the items listed on it, wrap them, tape the ornament to the present and deliver it back to the center where the tree is. It’s a great way to make a child’s Christmas brighter. If you aren’t sure if your area has any programs like this, and are interested in helping in some way…I would encourage you to either call your local Chamber of Commerce or local children’s service agency. There are many children in families,foster care and residential placements who receive little to no cheer on Christmas, and it would be great if they could know that there are still good people in this world who care about them.
November 21, 2009
Invisible Angels
I participated in an interesting discussion in Lobby recently on the subject of angels. Now normally discussing anything related to religion tends to only lead to acrimony, but on this rare occasion most seemed willing to exchange honest thoughts and ideas. Perhaps its because the concept of angels is not the exclusive domain of any one particular faith. The man who started the discussion seemed doubtful of the existence of angels because he had not personally seen the manifestation of one. In that, I think he meant angels of the biblical variety complete with white garments, spread wings, halo, and harp. However, not having actually seen one in person should not cause their possible existence to be dismissed out of hand. After all, I’ve never personally seen a hurricane yet they exist. I’ve never in person seen lions stalking water buffalo on the sarengheti plains of Africa, but they surely are there.
Throughout recorded history, angels have been spoken and written of. They were at Job’s side during his trials and tribulation. World leaders have professed to angels providing comfort and guidance in times of crisis. Angels have oft been reported as appearing to those in great danger or when they reach the end of their earthly existence. I myself believe in them partly because there have been so many reports of them, but also because I am a Christian, brought up in a Christian family. But I also believe that angels are something more, or at least more “modern” than the biblical descriptions. These “invisible angels” may well be much like the character Earl in the TNT television series Saving Grace. Earl is visible to the title character, Grace, but not to her friends — and very rarely do we see his fabled wings. Most times he looks like an ordinary middle-age man, a slightly scruffy one at that. And that makes me wonder just how many times we’ve each seen an angel yet not realized it. Perhaps the angel was that kind stranger whose timely grasp stopped you from falling into the street in front of an oncoming bus. Or whos to say the more mundane, such as the “parking meter angel”, the “lost car keys angel” and the ilk we speak of sometimes in jest are any less likely an instrument of His will. And, just perhaps, God sees fit to use some of us as temporary angels. Its the Hospice nurse providing gentle comfort as life leaves a cancer-riddled body. Its the teacher that feels something amiss about a childs bruises and rescues them from an abusive home. Its that feeling that makes us call a loved one out of the blue to check on them, right after they’ve fallen and need urgent help. So next time you’re around a crowd take a long hard look. You very well could be seeing an invisible angel.
November 19, 2009
The 44-cent Smile
I received an e-mail yesterday that touched me and felt compelled to share it. There’s a young Michigan boy in the fight of his life, and this indeed could be his last Christmas. 5-year old Noah Biorkman is in the final stages of a long battle with neuroblastoma cancer. One of Noah’s few wishes this year is to receive LOTS of Christmas cards from people everywhere. For the price of a 44-cent stamp (slightly higher for our non-US members) and a card, you can help bring a smile and joy to a child who has known such sorrow and pain so early in life. The family is not asking for money in any way, they just want a simple card. You can read more about Noah at http://www.mlive.com/news/detroit/index.ssf/2009/11/thousands_send_early_christmas.html
I hope that you’ll take a couple of moments during the holiday rush, think of Noah, and send a 44-cent smile. Mail to: Noah Biorkman, 1141 Fountain View Circle, South Lyon MI 48178
UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE! Noah’s family now requests that no more cards be sent due to the overwhelming volume already received. But there are plenty of other sick children, wounded veterans, nursing home residents, soldiers/sailors/Marines etc overseas, who would I’m sure love to receive a card.