Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Train up a child...

Although John terHorst was not "born" to us, he and his family are loved as a part of our family. His wife is a quiet, faithful woman who has diligently taught her children to "make good choices". She doesn't yell and berate, criticize and nag the children. She simply asks them if they are making good choices or reminds them to think about who they are. John backs her up and does the same with them. This photo was taken a couple of years ago but the children are all still beautiful inside and out. Jeremy is very intelligent. He will be able to be whatever he decides he wants to be. Sometimes his cleverness can be frustrating to anyone who is responsible for him. He is very much like his father in that way. But Victoria is persistently requiring responsibility of him. Since Ammon's death, he has become "the man of the house". In Jeremy's case, that is a good thing. Jeremy likes to do adult things, despite his tender age of 6. Victoria asks him to retrieve something or help his siblings, and, for the most part, he does it. His prayers are very real and appropriate.
Martin is now 10 years old. This picture of him with his dog, Mystic, is a little small because Angela e-mailed it to us and I haven't "fixed" it, if I even can. Recently when we were at their house, Martin plopped down on the couch next to me with a Scripture Reader and announced he was going to read to me. I was a little surprised and asked why he wanted to do that. He simply said, "Because I want to play the computer". Angela has made a rule that when the children want to play on the computer, they have to read scriptures first. For now, the scripture reading may be just a means to an end. But some of what they read is bound to get through to them and be an influence in their lives. What a great way to start a good habit!

Louisa had her 6th birthday party when she was here this past summer. Susanne painstakingly helped her to write thank-you notes to all who came and gave her gifts. Susanne encourages her children to write thank-you notes and express gratitude and concern verbally or written to everyone in their sphere of influence. James regularly read scriptures to all of the children.

Aaron is a very agile, clever, but sweet boy. He is passionate in loving others and I love his exhuberant hugs. Lisa has taught him to say "Yes, ma'am" or "Yes, sir" and to use all the appropriate polite language, please, thank you, etc. Simply saying the right thing often puts him in the proper attitude of respect toward others, especially authority figures. He watches out for his baby sister and even tries to "take care of" his mother, an opportunity he has had a lot with his father's frequent prolonged deployments.
I am so grateful, and very proud, for the way my children are raising their children. I am reminded of the quote in the book of Proverbs- "Train up a child in the way they should go and when they are old they will not depart from it." I'm sure there are days in each of these families when the parents wonder if the children are ever going to "get it"! But they are certainly being taught the right things and, for the most part, they are really pleasant to be around. Thank you to all my children for being persistent in teaching good things to my posterity.




Tuesday, January 27, 2009

AHA! I have learned something!

I have been searching for sources of joy in this life. I have been marking my scriptures with a "happy" sticker, circling the word joy and notating the cause for joy in an effort to discover what I can look for or do to achieve joy in this life, not just to look forward to at the time of the Savior's second coming or my death, whichever comes first. I just don't want to spend this whole mortal existence gritting my teeth to "endure" to the end of it. I'm sure God didn't create us to come here and suffer endlessly until we're finished. As I have been pondering (which is what you have to do to find answers) this issue, I prayed this morning and received an answer. Now, if you have not been looking for an answer to the same question, this might not satisfy you. If you are already finding joy every day, good for you! I have not been just totally miserable but I have been struggling to discover a purpose in this life other than just "enduring". 2 Peter 2:19 mentions that "of whom a man is overcome, of the same is he brought in bondage". I have allowed myself to be "overcome" by the cares of this world- all of which are temporary! Jesus has said that "I will that ye should overcome the world, wherefore I will have compassion upon you" (D&C 64:2). He doesn't want us to be overcome by the sorrows and frustrations here. In the Book of Mormon, King Lamoni had a great experience- "the light of everlasting life was lit up in his soul, yea, he(Ammon, the missionary teaching him) knew that this had overcome his (king Lamoni's) natural frame". He experienced such joy that he was basically unconscious for a period of time. There are a number of scriptures that cite "overcoming", by faith, all things. D&C 63:20 promises that "he that endureth in faith and doeth my will, the same shall overcome and shall receive an inheritance upon the earth when the day of transfiguration shall come". Then in the book of Revelations (3:5) those who overcome are promised white clothing and the Lord's mediation before our Father in our behalf. So how does that relate to NOW? Well, overcoming can be a source of great joy in this life. When we struggle to lose a few pounds so we can look better and be healthier, we can have joy because we have overcome the natural man's tendency to overeat! When we get out of bed on a morning when we really wish we could just lay there cozy and warm with nothing to do, we can rejoice that we have overcome the natural man's tendency to be lazy! When we clean out the closet or drawer that needed sorting out, we can be glad that we have overcome the natural man's tendency to procrastinate. When we manage to turn the other cheek or love our enemy, we have succeeded in being more Christlike. Every time we accomplish something good, we are OVERCOMING and we can have joy in that success. We may not be champion athletes being awarded a gold medal, but we are children of God having one more win! So we can be each other's cheering squad and join together to urge each other on to success and celebrate when we accomplish whatever good thing we are striving for. Yay!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Looking for suggestions

Russ and I have been doing an incredible amount of talking in the past several months. It has been attempts to feel better and understand life. As we discussed ways to deal with tragedies and hardships, we talked about the benefits and/or pitfalls of various forms of escape. Nobody enjoys pain, at least not anyone who's sane. So when life gets hard, we tend to want to escape somehow. Drugs and/or alcohol (they're actually the same thing) seem to be the most chosen form of escape. We wondered whether they really help. Back in the early 1970's, we enjoyed marijuana and wine, an occasional beer for Russ. We started realizing that getting drunk or high numbed any worries or anger or whatever, but only temporarily. We talked about how anesthesia is used as a temporary block for pain in surgery or for fever or injury. So what is wrong with temporarily escaping pain so we can face life again? Personally, I go back to what I thought 30 years ago: there are too many possibly serious disadvantages to drugs to outweigh the temporary dulled pain. Whatever your drug of choice, there are crashes (vehicular ones if you choose to drive while under the influence), hangovers, urges toward addiction as you find it more and more difficult to cope without the numbness, and, of course, the expense which in and of itself is another kind of worry added to the list. So how is it that we cope with this life without simply gritting our teeth and looking forward to death- the final end to the pain? Is there nothing here and now too be happy about? We ache for loved ones, friends and family, and the endless stream of troubles, sorrows, frustrations, and pain they are going through. We do what we can to help but we're exhausted trying to keep our finger in the dike while leaks just keep appearing elsewhere! I believe in the atonement of our Savior. I believe in a loving Heavenly Father. But I also know that this life is a time to experience opposition, make choices, and gain strength and wisdom. Unfortunately, that translates to more pain. We have been told that if we are prepared, we shall not fear. So how is it that we prepare? Can love truly conquer ALL? All the pain, frustration, and sorrows? What do you think?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The best laid plans of mice and men..........

Our Dodge Intrepid has well over 100,000 miles logged on it. We replaced the engine a couple of years ago. It is starting to show signs of getting ready to quit. I am driving it to Cincinnati and back a minimum of 3 times a week. Russ always has the cell phone so I don't know what I will do if it ever actually quits on me between here and there. Russ's mother, who lives in the Houston, Texas area, no longer drives but still has a car. She offered it to us so we thought, for the price of a one-way ticket to Houston, we could have a car! It's older than our Dodge but has about 1/3 of the miles and has been pretty well cared for. Wednesday, Russ flew down to Houston. The car hasn't been driven in several months so it was determined that it needed a new battery so he got one and put it in. It seemed to be okay. Friday morning Russ said his goodbyes to his family and headed back to Ohio. He got as far as Hope, Arkansas when it died. He had it towed to a shop where they replaced the ignition something-or-other but that wasn't the problem. It got pretty late Friday night so Russ went to a motel. It was nice of the mechanic to stay so late trying to get him back on the road. I'm sure he has a life and was looking forward to going home. Anyway, he returned Saturday morning to continue trouble-shooting. After searching and discussions among the mechanics in Arkansas, Russ's brother in Houston (Russ's personal source for car repair advice), and Russ, the decision was made that the car would not be worth any further investment. Russ's brother is planning to make the long drive and tow the car somewhere at some point in the future. The one opportunity to get home without having to spend a lot more money and time was a bus leaving in an hour and a half. The mechanic graciously drove Russ to the bus station where he got on the bus despite the station being closed so he couldn't buy a ticket. He paid for the ride when he got to Little Rock and made it back to Dayton this morning (Sunday) just in time to walk the 2 blocks to church, change into the clothes I brought him, and lead the music for sacrament meeting. Immediately afterward, he got a ride home to get the Lincoln sedan and drive someone to the Columbus airport after which he drove to Cincinnati to meet his business partner to do a limousine event for the long evening. He will sleep on the couch at our daughter-in-law's in Cincinnati then get up early to take someone to the Cincinnati airport then turn around to come home before going to a job interview for part-time 911 dispatcher. I may get to see him before I leave to go down to Cincinnati to take care of my grandkids while Victoria goes to school. The bottom line is, we just spent a total of about $1,000 for nothing- well, except for an opportunity for Russ to see his mother, brother, and sister. I think we could have done it cheaper and with much less stress some other way. Oh well, hence the title of this post: "the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry" or whatever.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Fear

This photo could be entitled a picture of fear. We know a man here in Dayton who had been feeling ill for quite awhile. He started losing weight at an alarming rate and had no appetite. A doctor told him he had a tumor that needed to be removed. He was reluctant to trust the doctor. He had had surgery about 10 years ago and he swore that the doctors had "left something inside him" so he didn't want to have surgery again. After considerable prodding from people all around him, he finally went in for the surgery. This is the result: a 9-pound tumor. Pretty gory, huh? He's doing really well now. I wonder what he thinks about all the fears he had. I recently caught part of a show on television that featured a panel of doctors to address people's concerns. I thought it would be interesting so I started to watch. A woman had written in previously that she had an "embarassing problem" and wanted to know what to do. They said it was a fairly common problem so they had decided to bring the woman into the studio audience and treat her right on the stage. Her "problem" was that she was ashamed of her hands. The veins and tendons "stuck out too much". They showed a close-up of her hands. They looked like mine! I have never thought of my hands as something I needed to hide, as she does. My grandmother, my mother, and lots of people I know have hands that show age by having the skin looser and the veins more prominent. They treated her by injecting some kind of substance under the skin to puff up the skin more. I was just stunned. She was actually afraid of what people might think of HER HANDS!?!
Nearly a hundred years ago, people were horrified as they heard of people committing suicide as the nation headed into the Great Depression. The economy is pretty scary right now. So far, most people seem to be reacting to the fear of bad economic times by slowing or even stopping unnecessary spending. That seems like a more reasonable reaction. However, having said that, I know that having people shop less will have a heavy impact on the retail industry- as well as restaurants and other consumer businesses.
This has all led me to ponder fear. Why do we feel it? When can it be helpful or is it ever helpful? I think our reaction to it is what counts. If we put off medical treatment out of fear, it's not going to help. On the other hand, if we fear other people's opinions to the point that our vanity overshadows reason so we seek medical help in the form of expensive cosmetic surgery or procedures, I think the reaction could be harmful. Surgery for any reason carries risks. When we risk our life to "go under the surgeon's knife", there should be a sound medical reason for it, not just vanity that says we should have some specific proportion to our features. It is admittedly rare, but botox injections and "plastic surgery" have been know to go awry causing greater disfiguring and health problems than before the procedure, even death.
When the news looks bleak: wars, extreme weather and the resulting destruction, the economy, politics, how do we react? Most of the time there is very little we can do to change those major types of things. It's natural for many people to react with hopelessness and a desire to just "end it all". The problem with that is, it ends it for the person who dies (at least the mortal ending) but those who are left are now devastated. So what should they do? Follow suit? Until everybody is gone? Is that the answer?
Everybody has to decide for themselves how to react to fear when it comes. The God who made this world and everything in it MUST have had a higher purpose for mortality than just living until we reach that "OH NO!" state and quit. Being paralyzed by fear is a very common reaction. Paralysis can also have devastating results. (Such as when facing an oncoming train...) I think the best logical reaction is to first acknowledge the fear. There is no point in pretending that you aren't afraid. Then analyze why you are afraid (unless, like the oncoming train, it's obvious and you don't have time for analysis). Get down to the real root of your fear. If it's lack of trust (as in the tumor issue of trusting doctors), is it founded on actual experience or simply fears and rumors? If it's vanity, will the change you're pursuing actually remove your fears of what other people think or will it just move to some other issue? If it's something you can't change by yourself (like war, tornadoes, etc.), what CAN you do? You can reach out to comfort others so neither of you have to feel alone. Sometimes the best you can do is continue your day-to-day activities and be patient. Wait for better times; for the storm to pass. You can try to make yourself the most peaceful person you can be so you don't cause the very basic feelings that underly the justification of dominating or killing other people. We all have limited knowledge and abilities, but, collectively, we can accomplish quite a lot. If we work with others rather than compete, discuss rather than criticize, try to understand rather than accuse, I think we can manage our fears much better. The end result could actually be a much more pleasant world.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

For $5 you get a band-aid, too

Russ and I may be getting older and have acquired 15 grandchildren but we sincerely try not to succumb to rocking chairs and the "Lawrence Welk Show" (or whatever the equivalent for our generation) as our nightly routine. A couple of nights ago, Angela called to tell us her family was planning to go ice skating downtown in Dayton and they wanted to know if we would like to go. We had planned to just settle in and watch a movie but were flattered they had invited us and felt it would be a more healthy activity. The temperature was moderately cold and there were enough people to make us feel not alone but not crowded. The rink is in one of Dayton's many "metroparks". There is a little building which houses the rental skates and rest rooms and there are city employees that act as "lifeguards". I realize that is a strange term but I don't know what else to call them. There are always two sturdy-looking youngish people standing somewhere in the rink without skates, ready to help where needed. Russ and I got to the rink a half hour ahead of Angela's family which was a good thing. I spent the time getting re-acquainted with the feeling of push-glide and maintaining balance. Russ had to adjust the size of his skates to allow for the extra socks to keep his feet warm. Of the 3 boys in the family, Tanis (13) was the only one who had ever been on skates and that was many years ago. Scott (Angela's husband) has played hockey in the past so he had his own skates and is pretty confident on the ice. Angela learned to skate on our pond in NY when she was young and still has her own skates. She still has a fluid, graceful motion on skates. Russ likes to try some fancy maneuvers which is what he does when we go swimming, too. Me? I do the same thing I do when we go swimming, too. I just go. I skated around and around and around, trying to feel more comfortable and not look too stiff and awkward. The price to skate is $3 with an additional $2 to rent the skates. That's cheaper than a regular movie at a theater and it's a fun alternative- healthier, too. The adults spent the evening trading off with one boy or another, trying to give tips and steady wobbles and, only occasionally, help up off the ice. They did pretty well. After about an hour, Tanis started having some pain in one of his heels so he got off the ice and took his skate off to investigate. He had a blister which had popped. I hadn't brought my purse and Angela's was locked in her car so Russ went over to one of the "lifeguards" and asked if they had a band-aid. They both started looking through their little waist-packs and came up with a band-aid. Tanis was able to put it on and try skating a little longer.
We struggle sometimes with living in Dayton. There are a lot of things here that we wish were different. The metropark system (one of the best attractions of the area) is great. There are fun and educational activities going on all year round and the parks are generally well-kept and beautiful. (I wouldn't say that about all the city parks, though.) Russ has been able to take whatever Scouts show up (anywhere from 1 to 4) for campouts without going long distances or having to pay fees. The parks even supply the firewood for free! We still don't know whether our house will sell or how long we'll be here, but we can try harder to find the good things about being here. It's bound to help us feel happier.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year

According to all the comics and editorials, most people are relieved to see 2008 end. It has been a scary, disappointing, sad year for the world as well as for us personally. Last night Russ and I took a trip down to Cincinnati planning to go to a popular light exhibition at the Cincinnati zoo. Angela's family drove down to meet us there along with Victoria and the kids. As we got within several blocks of the zoo, we began to notice the stream of people parking cars and lining the sidewalks, all headed in the direction of the zoo. When we finally got to where the signs for the zoo were, the crowd was rather daunting. We were arriving about 6:30. It opens at 5 and closes about 9. Looking at the line just to enter the zoo, we figured that by the time we found a place to park, got all the kids out and managed to get into the zoo to see the lights, it would be time to turn around and go home. At the risk of having some very upset kids, we made the decision to give up the idea of seeing the lights. We immediately began brainstorming other ideas of how to spend the evening without spending a lot of money. Ironically, out of the two cars with kids, the only one really upset was the one that was too young to even know about the plan in the first place! Little Brooklyn (15 months old) had fallen asleep on the way to the zoo and had awakened when we stopped to discuss the issue. She was ready to get out and didn't like it when we started the engine and kept driving! We decided to crash a party we knew was going on. John terHorst (our "unofficially adopted son") and his family were having an early New Year's Eve party since he had the all-too-rare opportunity to be home. Being so loving, generous, and hospitable, they let us all in the door. You can see by the pictures that everybody was happy just to be together, even without going to the zoo.


They had quite a feast laid out and were willing to share, even though the group we brought outnumbered the family members they had planned on. We publicly promise that we will have them over for dinner or take them out to dinner or something sometime in the future!

Our New Year's emotions are a bit more subdued than usual. We sincerely hope for 2009 to be a "good" year. Miracles do still happen, as long as there are people with faith. Anyway, we'll just keep plodding along and see what happens. You can't count on the economy. You can't count on politicians. You can't count on the weather. But we are so grateful for the greatest joy in life, something we can count on: the love of family and friends. Happy 2009!