Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Goal for the New Year: Learn to Make Chapatis

You will laugh when you read this. 
I grew up with my grandmother and aunts making Fried Indian Bread, American Indian.  They always had their flour bowl ready for whipping up a batch when guests arrived.

Tonight I had bought some Tabouli and Hummus for supper.  When I arrived back at my daughter's, she said, 'We need some pita bread', she then called her husband, but he was not able to stop on his way home for pita bread.  I said look up how to make flat bread.  She did but was unable to find a recipe.  I then suggested she look up Indian fried bread, thinking of my grandmother's.  She excitedly exclaimed I found it! Chapatis!.  I looked over her shoulder and there, sure enough, was a recipe for Indian Chapatis.  The two breads are very similar in ingredients.  The preparation of Chapatis is definitely different.



 Chapatis and Indian Fried Bread are both made with flour and water, but you just make a patty of the Indian Bread and fry it.  The Chapatis you knead, form into balls, then form patties, roll into 1/6" circles and fry in an oiled skillet. 
The flavor of the Chapatis Bread is great and is wonderful with hummus.
The evening was great.

                             


The finished Chapatis.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Reporting on Progress The First Year


I have known I would have to make this post for a month now. I have mulled over in my mind how I would write it. This will be long but it is needful to be so. It is the first anniversary of my husband’s death. He died Dec 23, 2008, after, in the terms of cancer battles, a short battle of colon cancer (less than 3 years). I have missed his friendship, but I was not left wanting. The memories are very uplifting, from the first time we met, to the last “I Love you”. We met when I was working nights in a cafeteria. He was still trying to find out why his first wife had divorced him. Our eyes met and I knew him as a special person for me. Although I must say, I was leery of dating a divorced man. I got over that in a hurry and I knew on our first date I would marry him. It took him 6 months more to figure it out. (smile, and a wink) We were married a year and one month after our first date.




I remember him h
olding me in his arms protectively when I thought I was going to miscarry our first child. Our crying when we thought our marriage was dying 2 years later. Then the triumph we felt, after spending two weeks on a trip together, and we figured out for ourselves the secret to unity. We read, discussed scriptures, politics, and life goals together and never stopped in our 39 years of marriage. He was always looking out after the family. He had a special link with his children and always knew when one was in trouble or needed help in some form. That is a loss of guidance for me. It was the special gift Heavenly Father gave to him. One of the hardest challenges has been to not have him at special family milestones such as baptisms, blessings, and birthdays.





One time as I was walking in the grocery store after a hard day at work, he caught up to me and unexpectedly placed his hand in the center of my back. I felt a loving warmth flow through my back and shoulders, allowing me to relax. He didn’t know what he had done, he had just felt I needed his touch at the time. Do I miss him? Oh yes!


This is us posing in American Gothic form. I made him the jacket. He loved it. We had some crazy fun times too. Laughter and humor were staples in the joyous areas of our life. The highlight of his turning sixty was our winning the 'Twist' Contest at my High School reunion in 2006.   When he was sick, he tolerated very well my attempts to cheer him and to keep him in a positive mood. I fear that I as I pressed him to be positive, I did not allow him to voice the depth of his pain. He wrote about it in his journal, and only said how I was an angel that lifted him up when he was in great pain. He is my hero.

We had trials. We went through the loss of a job when he was 44. I remember holding his hands and kneeling in prayer with him, as he worked through the anxiety of job searching at the age of 44. He found odd jobs to see us through until he found another good paying job. He believed in sustaining his family.
When he discovered that he had cancer, we became more one than ever. I never left him alone for more than a couple of hours to take care of business. He would worry about what was going to happen to me. He made sure that his will, life insurance, etc was all in order. Our home was paid for and so were the cars. I made sure that his wishes to be aware (not drugged), and able to make his own decisions was met. Sometimes it was a precarious road, but we made it. (My only regret was I fell asleep the morning he crossed to the other side.)




The day before he died; he had quit eating and drinking. I would urge him to eat to his irritation. That afternoon, he spoke to most of his family and was able to say I love you. He knew our oldest daughter was traveling through snow to try and get there. That evening, he looked up at me after being cleaned, and said through his mask, “I love you”. I know he does, and I am able to forge ahead in service of others to live up to the little messages of love and confidence he expressed about me in his journals and to his friends who have shared how he said he love me and appreciated me as a companion.








While it has been occasionally tears, as I have been driving alone, on a pillow late at night, or when sharing stories with my children, it is alright. It is a natural process of pain of the absence of my sweet heart. I do not walk alone. I have his love and the love of my Heavenly Father to sustain me, as well as the knowledge of the atonement of Christ to give me light to see that there will be a day I will see him again.

This is my report at the end of the first year.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Saying Good Bye Will Be Hard

I will be leaving on Tuesday to go back to Texas.  I have had a wonderful time and the joy of being with this special family has been like a breath of spring. 




I know I will shed a tear when the parting time comes because my sweetie T and I have shared some special times this visit.  She has a special spirit, and a sweet loving countenance. Is she perfect?  To answer that question, I would ask is a two year old perfect?  No.  She is a masterpiece in the making, and I love her so.




Her mom and dad and little sister are special too.  I will have to return at some point to get to know little miss Em when she gets a wee bit older.




Walking through life and having to leave those you love is heart wrenching, but the blessings are knowing that that walk was worth it. 

GrandmomE will be back.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

It All Started With Bubbles



If you have ever worked in a toddler nursery, you know one way to capture the attention of a little one is to get the bubbles out and blow bubbles for them.  They are fascinated.

 (Clip art from Fotosearch)

On the second day, after I arrived at my daughter's home, my granddaughter wanted to go outside and blow bubbles.   We did.  She had so much fun chasing them around and trying to stomp on them.  There was one that was so pretty and I wanted to catch a picture of it just resting peacefully on the grass stem when, WHAM!...the little foot came down and with a peal of laughter she was off to catch another bubble.  We were both fascinated with the one that rose gently and gracefully into the sky and passed over the house until we couldn't see it anymore.  What a fun memory it is to have.
That day was also the day she discovered that my screen saver on my computer is bubbles.  It fascinated her.  She will come into my room with a sweet shy smile and say "Bubbles?".  If my computer is off, I turn it on.   If it is on, I tell her to be patient and they will come out and play for her.  She will sit for a long time just watching the movement of the bubbles, sometimes I sit with her and we make up stories about what the bubbles are doing.
Somewhere along the way, I decided that I would make her bubble pj's, if I could find the fabric.  I found some frogs and bubbles flannel fabric online at Hancock's.  I went to Hancock's to buy it, but they did not have the fabric there.  Luckily they did have some wonderful ducks and bubbles fleece and now you get to see my animated, happy bubble girl in her new bubble ensemble.
She was so excited to see her new outfit in the mirror and had to tale with herself about it.


It was a bit hard to accept that it was time to go to bed.

 
Then we found our matching pillow and it was all right.

 
And we wish each of you a good night. ; )

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Snow.



 

Late Winter Snowfall

Snow falls
on snow.

Lazily drifting
above to below.

I shuffle
through the white.

All is still...
no sounds tonight.

The trees covered
in frozen ash.

Quiet, serene
they watch, abashed.

I am obtrusive,
so I leave.

Saddened by thoughts
I cannot conceive.

Outside snow
falls on snow.

What else is out there?
I do not know.
(click on this to view other poems by Texasblu)



Monday, December 7, 2009

The Fun of Creating Christmas Decorations For Your Children.

As my children were growing up and my first grandchildren, I would make ornaments that would be personally theirs for putting up on the tree.  My oldest helped when she was little then the others followed suit each year making salt dough ornaments.  We had a full set of Dorthy of Wizard of OZ, Disney Characters, and misc. bears, angels etc.  I was heart broken when we moved to the country and mice got into my storage and ate most of the ornaments.  (Hope they got heart burn.) 
My next attempt at personal ornaments were embroidered ornaments.  We had a panda bear, angels, my favorite were the Holly Babies ornaments, and mercy the rest escapes me.  My aunt, their great aunt, made crocheted bells, and stockings to put on the tree.  As they left home, I would give them their own ornaments to keep.  I bought some porcelain Holly Baby Angels to represent each of my children on my own tree as mine grew bare from giving away theirs.  I still have those. 

It had warmed my heart to see my Em crocheting her own ornaments for her tree.  But! Tonight after her daughter went to bed, she unveiled her crocheted manger scene to be a surprise for her daughter to play with as the season progresses. I had not seen it yet.  I was amazed at the detail she put into each of the manger scene people.   Her husband takes great delight in her creativity. Hope you enjoy seeing her manger scene. Some traditions around the birth of Christ are just wonderful.    



 

Saturday, December 5, 2009

A Christmas First For Me,










My son-in-law saw a flyer for an old fashioned Christmas parade in downtown Tehachapi.  Tehachapi is in a valley surrounded by mountains.  At this time of the year it is cold.  I was excited and joined in with a "Yes! Let's go".  The day came for the parade and I was ready to go into town at noon.  'No', I was told, it is not until the end of the day at 5pm.  That's good, I can do that.  Now something I have not told you was that all I brought with me was a knitted poncho for a coat.  I had a hoodie, so I decided that would be enough, after all it was 47 degrees and the sun was nice as we left.  My daughter was on the cell and was not paying attention.  We got into town, the streets were busy as people began choosing the site they wanted to sit at to watch the parade.  Everyone had parkas, blankets, hats, gloves, I began to ponder the situation.  The sun was setting, the wind was "breezy".  I began to get cold. It was evident that I did not have enough layers on.  The granddaughter was cheery, but by 5:30pm the sun was down, it was 27 degrees, and the wind chill was 17.  As you can tell, between my shivering and the granddaughter's the pictures took on a blurry view.  The parade was nice the community put lots of thought into their floats.  There was a consensus amoung the citizens that Christ was the focus of Christmas.  I was uplifted by that.  On the other hand, I have never been to a parade at night and never at 27 degrees in dress pants, a sweat shirt hoodie, and no gloves or stadium blanket.  I am still warming up. 

When we got home, we made homemade chili and added Fritos and cheese to make Frito Pie.  We also made wassail. The granddaughter was not sure she was all that festive yet, so it was hard to get her to sing along with the carols we were having fun with. 

After supper, we all retired to our rooms to snuggle under warm blankets to sleep and dream of warm sunny beaches with a nice warm ocean breeze.

The video is of the Tehachapi Marching Band.  The town is very proud of them and they handled the circumstances well.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Setting Up For Christmas

Conversations around picture taking time....
Introducing our new Christmas Wreath!
"Mommy, do I have to?"
'Yes.'
"Okay"
Click
"Ha ha ha I did it"

 


























































I love Christmas time, but I love my blog background because it feels like me.
So I will include Christmas in my blogs.
These are pictures of our Family Evening on Monday.  My ham granddaughter is showing off the wreath we made using rose hips and rosemary.  She is a joy.  Next she 'helped' her dad with the lights.  Afterward, we made stain glass windows with tissue paper and construction paper...she helped with the glue
     ; ) .
This is always a fun time for me seeing the excitement in the children's eyes.  There are things that will be changed and adjusted but that just adds to the fun.
The scriptures "Parenthood is a sacred obligation and privilege, with children welcomed as a 'heritage of the Lord" (Psalm 127:3) and 3 Jn. 1: 4 "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." Tells my feelings towards my children and grandchildren.  I guess what I am saying is, that Christmas is a time, that I am able to bring a spiritual aspect into my relationship with my family young and old to become focused on the great event of Christ's birth and prepare us for listening to teachings of Christ as the new year proceeds.    I have a cloth Manger scene for the babies to love on, and story books for the midsized ones.  The other we always read the story of Christmas out of the scriptures. 
Hope your Christmas is homey and bright...come by and visit as we progress towards the night before Christmas.


Monday, November 30, 2009

Life Slow Enough For Reflection

Life is pleasant right now. I spend the first three hours of the morning aiding others in their family history work. I love being a service missionary where I can help from home. After that, I am blessed with being able to love on my grandchildren. Emma is enjoying learning who she is. Pretty good for a one week old don't you think?

Today, I spent time studying how to dry rose hips and what to do with them after they are dried. I loved being outside, enjoying the sun on my face and listening to the calm sounds of twittering birds. Em says it is not a twitter when the baby birds are growing in the nest. (I laughed at that). Tonight we will use some of the rose hips for decorating a wreath we are putting together at family home evening.

I have been reading several wonder ladies blogs that are struggling with chronic illnesses or cancer of their own or their spouses. They feel free to open up to tell of despair, pain, or worry. I will think in the late of the night of challenges of my loss of my hero, but something within me will not let me write a thought that is not uplifting to another. Don't ask me why, it is just my inner self.

I have been procrastinating. I so need to get my sewing done for the girls before I go home. Therefore, I need to stop spending as much time blogging as I am and pause for the sewing machine. I won't do it...but I will finish what I have started in projects.

Now you see how my mind wanders when I am given time to reflect and ponder over the day and week(s). Hope your week ahead is blessed.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Oh Joy of Joy's




 Our first thumb sucking moment.
Mom and baby are doing well.  They are tired, the mom has a temp. elevation.  The mid wife thinks it is just exhaustion.  I am excited to be here and she is a doll.  Her sister is excited and indifferent.  What can we say, a new person in the house that out cries her.  LOL.  I am tired signing off.  Joyful day.







Thursday, November 19, 2009

For Future Rememberances






Since I will not be at the dinner table with all my children and grandchildren this Thanksgiving, I took an idea from Janet at The Chart Chick to give to them for remembrance. She has a great newsletter she sends out. 

To answer the question as to ‘what are the most important lessons I’ve learned so far in my life’.  I learned that there are extremely important things to include in your life and relationships, laughter including learning to laugh at yourself, open conversation, service to family and community, and hugs.  That does not cover love because that requires an whole new a huge conversation.  Here is a synopsis:  As you know, I have, since my teen hood, loved my Savior and after I met your dad (grandadE), I loved him with all my heart.  I learned with the birth of each of you, there are no boundaries to love, for my heart has grown fuller with each new life that has joined our family by marriage or birth.

My greatest joy was the day I was sealed to all of you. My greatest sadness was that your GrandadE would not see you grow.

 To put some fun into the conversation, the answer to 'what was my most embarrassing moment' is coupled with learning to laugh at the situation.
I was at a reception with your dad (grandadE).  As I stood waiting, I suddenly felt something hit my ankles.  I looked down and much to my dismay there laid my slip around my feet.  I looked around and didn’t see anyone looking so I gently squatted down, and stepped out of my slip, scooped it up in the crook of my arm and rushed back to deposit it in my purse.  When I got to the table my sweet husband, said, ”What do you have there?”  I said shhhh, which made him all the more curious.  He then was determined to see what I was doing.  I was going (with the hand motions) shhhh, I will tell you later.  About that time, our friends came back to the table to see what was going on.  Long story short, I had to tell them what had happened and we all had a good laugh.  Of course, the funniest part of the story was the insistence of the usually thoughtful husband on finding out what I had in my arm.

How would I describe my sense of humor? I would exclaim enjoying life to its fullest while seeing the humor in all facets of life.  I would dance down the grocery aisles with you all saying “Mom, you’re embarrassing me!”  I was having fun.  I love to tease.  I try to make it a funny tease not to cause pain or humiliation. Texasblu you would fuss at me going to school saying "Sometimes I just don't feel like smiling".  A quick turn of words, a playful sleight of hand, and sharing a joke, if I can remember it, is what I love to do.  The grandchildren get regular emails when I find a funny joke.
There are more questions suggested, but they will have to wait for another time.

Just remember, I love you with all my heart.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Time With The Grandaughter While Waiting

I guess I should say what I am waiting for.   The third daughter is expecting her next child any day now. 
We have had some contractions, just not that are meaning a change is in the wind.




The first night of my sojourn with my little California family, we had so much fun.  We went shopping and got the fabric to make the blondie a Christmas dress.  When we got back, she was "wired".  Her daddy pulled out the lap top and after he convinced her it was not a poke screen, entertained her with some country music.  You notice her perching spot.

After her parents began the getting ready for bed routine, she and I sat in the living room and played with her red heart puppy.. I called him 'Kisses'.  It was fun telling her the puppy was going to get some kisses, and she would find a place to hide and peek a boo to check if he was coming.
This picture is of her looking over the counter to see if 'Kisses' was in pursuit.  Sadly, the camera was there instead.

It has been fun loving on her. The concern over her not remembering me when I came out after a 11 months separation melted away.  We are buddies.

Tonight, we first had a fun time watching the bubbles on my computer screen (the screen saver).  Then we went over to Frugal Friends blog and went from there to Richard Scary's interactive Busy Town Online.
She loved it and we played and read until the eyes were drooping.

God is wonderful.  The blessings of my grandchildren are so great.  I am joyful this night.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

As A Mother


As a mother, I have had several goals in mind for my children.  First was to bring them to Christ.  Second was to instill in them a love of Christ's word.  Third and not least, was to show them the desirability of following in Christ's footsteps.

Before I could do or teach these things, there were things I had to learn.  As I studied, I found "By the power of the Spirit, our eyes were opened and our understandings were enlightened, so as to see and understand the things of God---" D&C 76:12.  Further studies pointed to the fact that we have to seek the Gift of the Holy Ghost in order to have inspiration in what to say when attempting to teach others the gospel of Christ.

I was always intrigued with the statement in Gen. 5:9 which says Noah walked with God.  I have known people who lived in such a way that they walked with God.  In watching them and studying the scriptures, I found I must live so as to keep the Lord's commandments, and ordinances thus preparing myself to be worthy of the companionship of the Holy Ghost. 

With this knowledge, I have striven to teach my children and their children to read the scriptures to acquire a knowledge of God's word and to pray for answers to questions they have.  For them to seek to develop their own testimony of God and Christ and their word.  That they should not live on other people's testimonies, rather to find their own. 
Light is something they have to seek.  I personally have sought help many times for the Spirit to aid me in my choices, and teachings.  I am not ready to be translated, but I have a love of the scriptures and Christ that I believe has spilled over to my family.  As a mother, I am glad to have the blue print in the word of Christ on how to raise my children and influence their children for good.  For this, I am glad.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

There Is A New Heirloom in the Making.

















The youngest son went by a local flea market searching for some tools.  The Texas Flag quilt hanging caught his eye.  Home he came with his treasure with ideas for how to preserve it and keep it for his own.

 
The young woman who makes them does each piece as a one of a kind.  Her name is Holly.  I have a link if you are interested in her work.  She is an excellent craftsman.  Her work is impeccable.
I am thankful to have children that love art and appreciate that which is done well.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Ethical Will

Never thought of my blog for the family as being an ethical will, but as I was reading Dr. Andrew Weil's description an Ethical Will, I decided that is what I am doing as I post from life experiences and desires to assist my family. 
This is Dr Weil's description of an Ethical Will.
"As we go through life, we acquire wisdom and life lessons that can benefit others. One way to pass along your stories and experiences is through an ethical will. Unlike an ordinary will or last testament, an ethical will has less to do with material possessions and more to do with nonmaterial gifts and spiritual well-being - a love letter of sorts for your family, friends and community.
Writing an ethical will benefit you as well. It can:
  • Help you to make sense of your life and the aging process.
  • Provide a way to share your hopes, dreams and values with loved ones.
  • Help you take stock of your life experience and distill from it the values and wisdom that you have gained.
Regardless of your age, you should consider the elements of an ethical will. You can choose to share your insights while you are alive, or leave your thoughts for loved ones to share after you are gone."-Andrew Weil

How wonderful to know that what I am doing has a title now.
Have a Good Day!

My Most Memorable Halloween at the Age of Seven

I remember dressing up like a princess.  My friends and I took our bags and started out across the neighborhoods.  Things were much less complicated then.  We went blocks away from our homes, there were no adults with us, everything was friendly.  I remember running across a large lot with my friends to beat some other kids to the next house. I all of a sudden found my self sitting on the ground because there was a wire fence I didn't see in the dark.  We had a good time laughing at me for "being the first".  After that I was the first to look, before I lept.  There was one house that everyone thought was spooky because they made the house look haunted with "spider webs" etc.  I don't think I went to that one.  At the end of the evening, we came back to the house, tired, sacks full of candy, costumes worn and torn, and full of spooky stories to tell about being out in the dark [never mind that there were 100 other kids in the same area with you].  ( I am rolling on the floor in laughter at myself at that age with such a vivid imagination of spooks and goblins.) Life was good then, I have often lamented that my children were never able to have the same innocent fun.

They did have their own fun, and communites have come up with activites to keep them safe.  I have a picture of one of the most original costumes they did together. They were the Anamanics.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

An Open Letter To My Grandchildren


This is an open letter to my grandchildren.

The other day my oldest granddaughter and I were visiting.  After a few minutes of conversation, she said my you woke up on the happy side of the bed.  I answered "No, I make my happy place."

As I have thought of this conversation, I have reflected on making a happy place in my life.  There is a reason I have a happy place always.  I along time ago (you know back in the dinosaur days) made a decision. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be like Jesus.
I learned to play the song in my piano class:
"Others"
Lord let me live from day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.

—Dr. Jack Hyles

The lyrics of the song became a part of me.
I then fell away from my quest during my tweenies, I was fortunate that I found my way back to following in Christ's footsteps.  [You all know the story of GrandadE and me finding our way to church.  I was blessed with a good man with a sincere heart...as a matter of fact, that is what drew me to him.] 
There is a song that epitomizes my desires in life,  "Have You Received His Image In Your Countenance".  I have offered myself in service to be an advocate for Christ.  I always hope that no one sees me, rather they see the Savior in me.  The only way for that to happen is to be like Him.  If I am grumpy, or angry, the spirit of the Lord will not find a place in me, and I will not be able to aid Christ in His needs on the earth.  I love Heavenly Father and Christ and I will always work to be like them.
My hope is that you too, my grandchildren, will learn to make your happy place in life and be of service to the Lord's children.  Christ has need of thee.
I Love You All from the bottom of my heart,
GrandmomE

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sweet Reminders Of Being Loved







I was so surprised to open my mail box an find a card to me from my Coppertop granddaughter (the small redhead in the pink in the picture.)  I hurriedly got into the car and tore open the envelope.  Wonder of wonder's, she had made me a card and a small pieced heart square (a blanket for a weeeeee wee one); how my heart sang.  This little lady is so joyful and full of life that she carries you along with her.  It is all good.  She is a classic example of looking at the glass as half full.  If you can't tell I love this sweetie.  I now carry my card on  my dash board.  She is my little angel offering love and comfort to me when I feel tired and worn.  Inside she wrote the note "I hope your ankle is getting better"  Well it is, and with uplifting gifts of love like this it will get even better. I am blessed. (Don't think I leave the other girls out, not even...We spend time on the cell phone and emails.)   God is good to me

Monday, October 5, 2009

Slow Start Riotous Finish

I started my day out.  Feet propped up, computer in lap, watching Conference and working on Family History.  I love doing that.  No one around.  Then in comes the youngest son and announces that we are going to his sister's house.  I was slow to respond.  I could tell he was disappointed so I said..."Okay let's go".  We ended up taking my grandson with us (this is the son of another daughter).  His eyes sparkled in anticipation of playing with JT.
When we arrived, there was a wonderful smell in the air.  She had baked rolls and made spagetti and a wonderful cherry cobbler.  The son looked at his mom and said "see why I wanted to come."  I was laughing.  He was right, I have not been cooking for a month.  Life is chaotic at my house with all the extra family, I get home at 7pm, do my mission until 11pm...I stay tired.  I had not realized how it was affecting him though.  Guess, I will have to start doing some cooking again.
After we ate, we watched second half of the Conference.  The kids then went across to the park and we all sat down to "digest the day".  When the older grandson's came home from their dad's, the baby (he's2) wanted to dance.  It was funny.  He would make everyone get up, make a circle, then he would get in the middle and dance...center of attention....  Need I say more?  We all had a fun time "jiving" and  watching his antics.  When it was time to go home, it was with loving reluctance.  As a good friend of mine used to say, "Its all good".

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Spiritual Thoughts To Uplift


As you know, I love doing Family History Research.  This spiritual thought is one I ascribe to because I feel that you can not find the true ancestors most of the time by simple deduction.  Almost every researcher will tell you there is a point at which the information comes to you in ways your would not be able to discern on your own.
I am trying my hand at using digital scrapbooking. 
I made this poster using a photograph of my own and a scripture from St James Version of the Bible.  The bow is my attempt at paint.  The program I used was paint.net.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Agenda 21 "The UN Controling The US"


At the risk of being called a radical, I must blog my feelings.  There have been times I wanted to stand on the street corner and yell "Read the UN 'Agenda 21' !  Then you will know the President and his agenda.  It is not hidden.  There are those who have expressed their opinion on this subject.
That is not where I came to my conclusions about Agenda 21.

My sweetheart and I had studied about the US Constitution and the Communism in the early 1990's.  As time passed we heard 'screaming ' reviews about Agenda 21.  I had never been a fan of the UN, but even when I saw the "radical views of Agenda 21", I shrugged it off thinking we are not governed by the UN.

Over the last 16 years, I have watched as everyone began to be uneasy as to actions taken by our government in domestic and foreign affairs.  The differing of opinions as to why we appeared to be losing more of our freedoms. It was apparent that, definitely, somehow our freedom of choice was dwindling.  Our present President capitalized on people's feelings of loss saying he would bring about change.  They didn't realize the source of their losses.

Two years ago, I made the decision to study and become a Horticulturist as my Masters Degree.  The first classes were basic principles of soil, correct planting, fertilization, etc..  I also became a Master Gardener in Texas at the time, in order to be more familiar with the agricultural programs of my state.  My University advanced classes were on choosing and planting correct plants and things to avoid to make sure the plant lived.  I had to write a paper for one of the classes.  I had been watching the planting of trees along the highways and thought that is not correct methods of planting, so I requested to write a paper on this subject relating to planting, the hows and whys of it.  I was given permission.  Over the three months, I had to research this subject, over and over in the political whys of the plantings, I was sent back to Agenda 21 of the UN.  I came to realize that the buzzword for Agenda 21 planning was Sustainable Environment.  Al Gore the Vice President under Bill Clinton was put in charge of this.  He is still running our country through this.  Our changes are meant to be UN changes as laid out in the Agenda 21.  The health policies were there, women rights and children rights which undermine the family were there.  I all of sudden realized that I should have paid attention earlier and fought back before it had become the by word of the schools and community.  It is in our curriculum from grades K through Doctorate programs.  It is in every garden society agenda, because it went out through the agriculture programs first, to "help our communities become sustainable".  First it was plantings, then it was water.  You think you are worrying about your environment, but you are really following a well planned out program.  You are usually wise in what you do when it comes to your home and land, until there is a push to fertilize, a push to plant this or that.  If left alone, people make better decisions based on need.

I then followed the natural tendency to look more at the program since I found its fingers in my backyard.  As I did so, it was coming closer to election running time.  I listened to the rhetoric and failed to hear any statesman like speeches or thoughts given.  One candidate talked about not much and the other sounded a lot like Agenda 21.  I could not help feeling like our now President was not running for President of the US, rather he was running for President of the UN.

I don't know if there is a way to turn this around, but I know I need to speak up and say I don't sustain these actions and I know it is bad for us as a country.  I am a lowly person in this world, and haven't any say in the political matters, but maybe someone will hear and see the rationality of what is being said and those that can have a say will.  This is my hope and prayer.