Wednesday, March 21, 2012

MARRIAGE IS . . . . 200%

This story touched me in the deepest part of my heart. I received it through email, and wanted to keep it. So I'm including it on my blog. 

A long and happy life together is only possible through humility and self-sacrifice. It is utterly impossible when one or both partners are selfish in the least degree.  It's not about giving 50:50. It's about giving 100:100.  There must always be 200% if a marriage is going to withstand the tests of time. And when we all have our "down" days, like all will, then the other spouse must make up the difference that day.  So on down days the ratio may be 80:120, or 190:10, always putting God first in your individual lives.  That way, as you grow closer to God, and sacrifice for your spouse, you will grow closer to each other. Not unlike the two sides of the equilateral triangle that grow closer together as they reach for the top.

I have been blessed to be married to my sweetheart and bestest friend for time and eternity in the Temple of the Lord, and we have both had our moments when we are so proud of each other, and love each other so much that we get 'leaky faucets.'  Perhaps this helped me in getting 'leaky faucets' again as i read this article.

Hope you enjoy it as well.

TRUE-LOVE STORY
Annie and John Glenn as Teenagers

 For half a century, the world has applauded John Glenn as a heart-stirring American hero. He lifted the nation's spirits when, as one of the original Mercury 7 astronauts, he was blasted alone into orbit around the Earth; the enduring affection for him is so powerful that even now people find themselves misting up at the sight of his face or the sound of his voice.

But for all these years, Glenn has had a hero of his own, someone who he has seen display endless courage of a different kind:

Annie Glenn.

They have been married for 68 years.

He is 90; she turned 92 on Friday.

This weekend there has been news coverage of the 50th anniversary of Glenn's flight into orbit. We are being reminded that, half a century down the line, he remains America 's unforgettable hero.

He has never really bought that.

Because the heroism he most cherishes is of a sort that is seldom cheered. It belongs to the person he has known longer than he has known anyone else in the world.

John Glenn and Annie Castor first knew each other when -- literally -- they shared a playpen.

In New Concord, Ohio, his parents and hers were friends. When the families got together, their children played.

John -- the future Marine fighter pilot, the future test-pilot ace, the future astronaut -- was pure gold from the start. He would end up having what it took to rise to the absolute pinnacle of American regard during the space race; imagine what it meant to be the young John Glenn in the small confines of New Concord.

Three-sport varsity athlete, most admired boy in town, Mr. Everything.

Annie Castor was bright, was caring, was talented, was generous of spirit. But she could talk only with the most excruciating of difficulty. It haunted her.

Her stuttering was so severe that it was categorized as an "85%" disability -- 85% of the time, she could not manage to make words come out.

When she tried to recite a poem in elementary school, she was laughed at. She was not able to speak on the telephone. She could not have a regular conversation with a friend.

And John Glenn loved her.

Even as a boy he was wise enough to understand that people who could not see past her stutter were missing out on knowing a rare and wonderful girl.

They married on April 6, 1943. As a military wife, she found that life as she and John moved around the country could be quite hurtful. She has written: "I can remember some very painful experiences -- especially the ridicule."

In department stores, she would wander unfamiliar aisles trying to find the right section, embarrassed to attempt to ask the salesclerks for help. In taxis, she would have to write requests to the driver, because she couldn't speak the destination out loud. In restaurants, she would point to the items on the menu.

A fine musician, Annie, in every community where she and John moved, would play the organ in church as a way to make new friends. She and John had two children; she has written: "Can you imagine living in the modern world and being afraid to use the telephone? 'Hello' used to be so hard for me to say. I worried that my children would be injured and need a doctor. Could I somehow find the words to get the information across on the phone?"

John, as a Marine aviator, flew 59 combat missions in World War II and 90 during the Korean War. Every time he was deployed, he and Annie said goodbye the same way. His last words to her before leaving were:

"I'm just going down to the corner store to get a pack of gum."

And, with just the two of them there, she was able to always reply:

"Don't be long."

On that February day in 1962 when the world held its breath and the Atlas rocket was about to propel him toward space, those were their words, once again. And in 1998, when, at 77, he went back to space aboard the shuttle Discovery, it was an understandably tense time for them. What if something happened to end their life together?

She knew what he would say to her before boarding the shuttle. He did -- and this time he gave her a present to hold onto:

A pack of gum.

She carried it in a pocket next to her heart until he was safely home.

Many times in her life she attempted various treatments to cure her stutter. None worked.

But in 1973, she found a doctor in Virginia who ran an intensive program she and John hoped would help her. She traveled there to enroll and to give it her best effort. The miracle she and John had always waited for at last, as miracles will do, arrived. At age 53, she was able to talk fluidly, and not in brief, anxiety-ridden, agonizing bursts.

John has said that on the first day he heard her speak to him with confidence and clarity, he dropped to his knees to offer a prayer of gratitude.

He has written: "I saw Annie's perseverance and strength through the years and it just made me admire her and love her even more." He has heard roaring ovations in countries around the globe for his own valor, but his awe is reserved for Annie, and what she accomplished: "I don't know if I would have had the courage."

Her voice is so clear and steady now that she regularly gives public talks. If you are lucky enough to know the Glenns, the sight and sound of them bantering and joking with each other and playfully finishing each others' sentences is something that warms you and makes you thankful just to be in the same room.

Monday will be the anniversary of the Mercury space shot, and once again people will remember, and will speak of the heroism of Glenn the astronaut.

But if you ever find yourself at an event where they are appearing, and you want to see someone so brimming with pride and love that you may feel your own tears start to well up, wait until the moment that Annie stands to say a few words to the audience.

And as she begins, take a look at her husband's eyes.

John and Annie Glenn, Feb. 2012, celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary at a NASA Luncheon


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

GREASEWOOD IN THE RAIN


Tonight there was a rather large storm pass through the area. I love storms.  And I'm especially thankful for this one. Our area is in drought mode and we are rationing our water in anticipation of a bad summer.  So a huge Texas storm is very welcomed. 

Growing up in Mexico, we had not real Winters.  At most it was in the 40's or 50's and all we got was rain.  So rain, to me, indicates winter and family time.  I guess that's one reason I love rain.  Another reason is that it reminds me of the wet, desert smells when it rains. Oh my! I would be a happy soul if I could die smelling the scent of wet greasewood as I die. Nothing in the world compares to it.  And that's saying something because I am all about aromatherapy, and I love several different scents.  But wet, rainy, greasewood beats them all. :)

I wish I could push a button sometimes and have life sweep me back to the years of childhood happiness, visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Tucson, and feeling their love and joy.  I miss them.  I miss their house in the mountains of Tucson, surrounded by coyote and other wildlife, and being able to see the panorama of Tucson through their wall-to-wall window in the living room, which made one feel like they were peering out of the canyon into an open valley and one could see all the "twinkling" city lights.  Amazing.  It was beautiful.  And I miss it.

I love the rain.  I love the smell of greasewood in the rain.

Don't take my word for it!  Read all about it rain and greasewood HERE!

Friday, January 6, 2012

IF -- JONATHAN'S FAVORITE POEM

I've posted this before, but in honor of Jonathan's high school graduation, I wanted to re-post, because it's just that good! :)  This is one of the many poems he memorized during his homeschooling days, and it really touched him and made him think about the kind of man he wanted to be.

I am so very thankful for Jonathan being in our lives and family, and I am so very proud of the man he is turning out to be. I love him!  It will be difficult to see this little bird fly our nest, for sure.



"IF"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!


Rudyard Kipling

MY MOTHER SAYS


 
 
My mother says she doesn't care
About the color of my hair,
Or if my eyes are blue or brown,
Or if my nose turns up or down.
My mother says these things don't matter.

My mother says she doesn't care
If I'm dark or if I'm fair,
If I'm thin or if I'm fat.
She doesn't fret o'er things like that.
My mother says these things don't matter.

But if I cheat or tell a lie,
Or do mean things to make folks cry,
Or if I'm rude or impolite,

And do not try to do what's right...
My mother says that these things matter.

It isn't looks that makes us great;
It's character that seals our fate.
It's what's within our hearts, you see,
That makes or mars our destiny.

And that's what really matters.



Author Unknown

Thursday, December 22, 2011

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER . . . . By Mr. Morgan

I love this tender Christmas story. 

It was written, illustrated, sung, and read by my cousin, Morgan Williams.  He's actually my "2nd cousin", but who cares. :o)

I share it here to spread the word and the cheer! I don't know if the embed code will work, so I'll just  share the LINK too.


Merry Christmas!  My favorite time of year!

Monday, October 31, 2011

WE WON!!!!! WELL, "THEY" WON.... !!!!!

Ok - Maybe not so much "WE" and much as "The St. Louis Cardinals"!!!!  The STLC WON THE WORLD SERIES 6-2!!!  Yeaaaaaa!!!!! I am sooo very happy!  Why, you ask?  Well, let me tell ya!

Final score of 2011 World Series

Back in 1987, my Dad took me on a daddy-daughter trip to Washington D.C., Philadelphia, and St Louis.  It was time to pick up his airplane from the manufacturer, who had just run its yearly diagnostics.  It just so happened that the St Louis Cardinals, my Dad's favorite team of all-time, was playing in the World Series that year.  He was giddy with excitement!!  We had a wonderful trip, but by far the most memorable part was attending the game with Daddy.  He was like a kid in the candy store! I kid you not!

We arrived and had no hotel reservations because all the hotels in the area were sold out. So we ended up staying at a hotel that was 3 cities away... and in the "Presidential Suite" nonetheless!  (It was ALL they had available!)  He had the concierge guy find him "scalper tickets," which he did. (I won't even tell you HOW MUCH he paid for those things!)

On game day we showed up about 1-1.5 hrs early. There were all sorts of vendors outside and Daddy just HAD to stop and shop for everyone in the family.  Hats, T-shirts, Christmas ornaments, Collectible Spoons, Sweatshirts, Cups, you name it.  Something for everybody. He was peeing his pants from all the excitement!

Once we bought all out stuff, we headed in to the game.  For the price he paid, you'd expect to sit in the Presidential Box.  But we were behind right field, waaaaay up on top - with only ONE row of people behind us and then the huge drop-off of the back of the stadium behind them. Yeah. We were in the nose-bleed section surrounded by a bunch of druggies who cared less about the game and more about 'partying.'  No matter.  Daddy ignored them and went on to have the time of his life.

I can't remember if is was game 4, 5, or 6, but the Cardinals lost to the Minnesota Twins that year.  Daddy was sooo disappointed.  But, while we were there he told me several things.

1.)  He told me that while he played baseball, basketball, and football in high school, he loved baseball the most.  He was so good in fact, that 5 teams were wanting to recruit him. I can only remember they included the Blue Jays, the White Sox, the Red Sox, and the Cubs. I can't remember the other team. But, before they could, he hurt his shoulder and couldn't play baseball any more.  So he focused on his next love: basketball.

2.) He told me "You know when you're little, you sit at your desk and sometimes you just doodle?  Well, since I was about 5 yrs old, the St Louis Cardinals were my favorite team and I'd sit for hours just doodling the "STL" on my paper, on my books, on anything I could get my hands on." And he "doodled" it on the napking right there in front of me.  Effortlessly.

The "doodle" my Dad would draw

3.)  He told me that all his life his one dream was to watch the Cardinals play in the World Series in their Home Stadium and WIN.  (Sadly, that day, they didn't win.)

4.) He told me that even if he was dead, he'd ask Father in Heaven for "time off" to watch his favorite team from that great peep hole in the sky.

He told me many other things that night, all of which I keep in my heart and remember with fondness.

Well, a few days before the World Series began this year, our daughter, Jessica, who no longer lives at home, texted me that the Texas Rangers had done so good this year that they were playing in the World Series.  This is the second time the Rangers have been in the World Series recently.  While I'm not a HUGE sports fan like Daddy was, I can appreciate good games, good teams, and big events like the World Series.  I thought to myself "Now that Nolan Ryan took over the Rangers, and they seem to have kicked their game into higher levels, maybe I can get excited about the Rangers and start supporting them when they play. So the next day I casually looked up when they were playing and who they were playing.  To my utter shock they were playing The St Louis Cardinals in the World Series, beginning in BUSCH STADIUM!!!!  AAAACCCCKKK!!!!  WHAT?????  No way can I support the Rangers.  The Cardinals have been "my team" ever since that trip with Daddy!  I was 100% behind the Cardinals.

So for games 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 I listened faithfull online to the game (thank you ESPN Sport Radio! as we don't have TV.)  WIN.  LOSE.  WIN.   LOSE.  LOSE.  Game 6 is up now... on the very same freaking night as Emily's 10th Birthday Party!  OH NO!!!!  Well, nothing could be done about that.  The Busch Stadium game for the previous night had been rained out, so they cancelled and rescheduled.  Too bad for me. 

So, we did Emily's party, came home with all the kids, finished the party and the minute the last child left the house, I got online to see who won.  THE ST LOUIS CARDINALS!!  IN THEIR HOME STADIUM!!!  WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!!   I cried, and cried, and then cried some more.  I KNEW, absolutely, without a doubt, that Daddy had watched and it was then I felt him smiling down upon me and say "they won! Remember our time together?" and I cried again.  

I was sooo very happy.  Above all for my Daddy.  Dreams DO come to pass.  Even if we have to wait till we are in the next life.  I was so very happy for the Cardinals too.  And happy for me.  But above all I was happy for the memory that Daddy created for me.  The time he took to take me on that trip, just the two of us.  The stories he shared, the "piloncitos" (little gifts) he bought me, the experiences we shared, the TIME SPENT TOGETHER.  Walking up and down the "Rocky" steps in Philadelphia (remember that movie?)

The "Rocky Steps" at the entrance to the Philadelphia Museum of Art

Seeing the St Louis Arch "doorway to the west."  I remember driving past the Masonic Temple in Philadelphia and mentioning to Daddy that I'd heard they have a weird handshake when they go in, and he said not to make fun of them, and that we LDS also have what some would consider a "weird handshake" in side our own Temple, but it's to be kept sacred.  I remember seeing the Botanical Gardens, the Museum of Art, and Lemon Hill Mansion in Philadelpia,

Lemon Hill Mansion

the Anheuser Busch Brewery in St Louis, the Liberty Bell (I touched it!), Independence Hall,

Liberty Bell with Independence Hall in Background

the underground "mall" in downtown Philly, Grand Central Station where Daddy accidentally left his "cochito" under the Amtrak seat and had to RUN back to get it (his entire life was inside that "purse-like, zippered bag" where he kept all his important documents.) I remember the hotels we stayed in, the FANCY dinner we had on Moshulu on he Delaware River (the largest, 4-mast ship still afloat in the world), even though we were only in jeans. (ugh!)

   Moshulu Ship/Restaurant  (left: outside view,  right: inside view)





 I remember the Normal Rockwell museum in Philadelphia as well as walking by the very homes where the Founding Fathers actually stayed while they participated in the Constitutional Convention. I remember on the flight home, the weather got really, really bad.  Daddy was NOT one to take chances.  He was the most careful pilot that existed.  So we ended up having to land in Dodge City, Kansas.  I was excited!  DODGE CITY!  Wow - like a real western and everything. :) However, once we got to Dodge City, we looked at our calendar, and realized I need to get back sooner than we were able to get back to Lubbock.  Namely because I HAD to fly out the next day in order to get back to El Paso in time for work the following day.  So Daddy put me on a Greyhound bus, and I rode to Lubbock.  My first (and LAST! might I add) bus trip.  Soooo l-o-n-g!!!!  Got to Lubbock, just had time to pack up and get to the airport and fly back to El Paso.

That was an inspiring, memorable trip.  And to have relived all that this past week as the Cardinals WON (did I mention they WON the 2011 WORLD SERIES in the HOME STADIUM!?) the World Series, was just exhausting, exhilarating, emotional, joyous and a slew of other emotions. 




 (The old Busch Stadium, which was there in 1987, is on the right. The new Busch Stadium is being built on the left, and is partially on the footprint of the old stadium., is the one this year's World Series was played in..... and WON!)

And... to top off this emotional past 10-days: The 19th was my parent's 55th wedding anniversary, the 24th was Emily's 10th birthday, 25th of October was Daddy's 77th birthday, and the 27th of October (the night one of the most exciting games was played into overtime!) was the 18th anniversary of Mama and Daddy's death.  Add PMS to all that, and you can see why the post that preceded this one was all about my being so emotional and taking it out on my sweet, dear husband who does NOT deserve that at all. (I'm sorry again, Bob!!!)

 July 1987 - my parents and me


I'm still happy that the Rangers are such a better team than they have been in the past.  And I must admit, the World Series Games were awesome, if not very strange too!  Both the Rangers and the Cardinals played outstanding games.  Daddy LOVED those kinds of games! You know, where the teams keep "one-upping" each other - first one team scores, then the next, then the next, the next .... and it goes into over time.  EXCITING!

Thank you, Mama and Daddy, for so much more than I could ever say in mere words. And thank you, Daddy, for a trip that I will remember for all Eternity. I love you and miss you both so very much! But I look forward with great joy to reuniting with you forever one day! I'm so thankful that you are MY parents!

YEA CARDINALS!!!!!




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