Wednesday, July 22, 2009

You Are Never Too Old. . .


This morning I was listening to my favorite local morning radio talk show. The host was chatting with the producer and the traffic girl, Paige. Paige said that yesterday her mother and seven friends had loaded into a van and were driving to Forks, WA. Yes, Forks - as in vampires, werewolves and true love. Paige said they were going to see Bella's house (who knew there really is a house considering this is a work of fiction), the reservation, and anything else related to the Twilight series of books. It seems this group of, presumably post-menopausal women, are great fans and are planning to visit the sights that have made this small, rainy town a pop culture landmark. They left home with their Pocket Edward Doll in tow and plan to feature him in photographs throughout their adventure.

I, for one, like the books but have never understood the "Edward Frenzy". Call me crazy, but every time Bella describes touching his cold hard skin or kissing his cold hard lips the appeal of it is lost on me. I guess I just prefer a man with a heartbeat. Not to mention his obsessive need to control and protect her - suffocating if you ask me. Don't get me wrong, I like Edward. He is a vampire with principles. He is handsome (in a red-eyed, pale skin way). He is rich. He is brave. And, he is loyal. All good qualities, he just doesn't make my heart skip a beat (I think this goes back to the whole skin and lips thing).

Well girls, I may have taken myself out of the "Edward Frenzy", but the competition is still stiff - tweens, teens, young mothers and even grandmothers.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

My MacGyver


Is anyone out there old enough to have watched the show MacGyver? I don't know if any of my kids have watched it, but they know about it because MacGyver is my nickname for their Dad. On the show, MacGyver could set off a bomb with silly putty or diffuse one with a paperclip, he could trip up a laser security system with cigarettes and a pair of binoculars - I think you get my drift. Of course Greg's life is not as dangerous or exciting as MacGyver's so those skills are rarely necessary, but still, when there is a problem to solve he knows how to get the job done.

My favorite example of this happened about 10 years ago. It was a very hectic day. We had cousins visiting from out of town, the boat needed to be picked up from the shop, and we were trying to stay in contact with my mom because my grandfather was dying. I spent the day running around with all of the kids and was supposed to meet Greg at the boat shop in the late afternoon because I had the car with the trailor hitch. Communication was a problem because I had the only working cell phone, the phone is Greg's car had been dead for weeks. As I was maneuvering through rush hour traffic with a Suburban full of niosy children my phone rang, it was Greg. Knowing that the boat shop was closed (they had left the boat in the parking lot for our after hours pickup) I was surprised to hear his voice. I asked how he got the cell phone to work and he casually replied that he had found a piece of wire in the parking lot and had fiddled around until he got a signal. Of course - who doesn't know how to do that?

We made our connection, swapped cars and headed home. Halfway there Greg called me (this time I had the broken phone) to say my mom had called on the other phone to tell us that Papa had taken a turn for the worse. Thanks to my McGyver we were able to turn around and make it to his house in time to say our good-byes before he died.

I have been thinking about this for the past couple of days because last weekend he puppy-proofed our garden hose using electrical conduit, dish soap and some baling wire. Things get done at our house!

Friday, May 22, 2009



Okay, it has been almost 7 months since I have made a post. I am going to try to do better. Yesterday I posted my Facebook status as "just plain happy". An old high school classmate and new Facebook friend asked me to "share the recipe". This morning I looked at Jana's blog and saw that the had posted a list of what makes her happy and asked others to post their list as well. I don't know if it is the good weather or the thought of an upcoming 3-day weekend, but happiness seems to be on the mind.

As for my "recipe", I am not sure there is one, it probably changes from day to day like my mood. But I have found that it is hard to be unhappy when I am counting my blessings. I've learned that even my trials can blessings if lessons are learned by them. Below is today's happiness list:



Going to Tucson to watch Brig & Raegan, but knowing Greg is at home missing me





Getting an "I love you" phone message from Luke




The look on Dallas' face when I show up to work






Stacie & Rauland coming to Utah this fall







Alan - REALLY!




Can I also add: a business that is surviving this crummy ecomony, living at the foot of such beautiful mountains, getting our auto insurance problem resolved, . . . .and (directly related to all of the above) answered prayers.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Quick Zesty Green Beans

We are trying to eat more veggies so I, of course, am looking for some good ways to prepare them. Here is a new one we tried (and liked) this week

Quick Zesty Green Beans

1 pound fress green beans, stem ends removed
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon cajun seasoning
1/3 cup pecan pieces
Salt to taste

Bring a large or of water to a boil. Add green beans, return to boil and cook 1 minute; the beans should still be crisp. Drain the beans; don't rinse. In a large skillet or wok, add oil. Heat until very hot. Add beans and cook about 1 minute, turning often with tongs or spatula. Sprinkle on pecans and cajun seasoning. Turn the beans to coat with oil and spices; cook about 2 minutes more, or until beans and nuts are slightly browned. Salt to taste and serve.


I am always looking for more, so please share any you like!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Rich Family Heritage

At Bedstemor's funeral on October 18, 2008 we met Claire Field who shared the following with us:
Carlo Leth was living in Copenhagen, Denmark in 1945 as German refugees were placed in camps that had been occupied by German soldiers during World War II. Being an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he obtained permission to find LDS people in the camps-of-war to invite them to church services.

In 1945 Oma Kate Sprie (age 66) and her granddaughter, Leonore Kohler (age 12) were forced out of their home in Konigsberg, Germany, as the Russians moved in, bombed the city, and took over. Carlo found them and offered his assistance. He paid their trolley fare for them to travel from the camp to the church each Sunday for nineteen months.

At church the first Sunday, Carlo’s wife Melitta, who was German, was asked to look after Kate and Leonore. She invited them to lunch after the Sunday School meeting. They accepted. They became good friends. She fed them every Sunday for the next nineteen months.

Esther was Carlo’s daughter by his first wife, who had died. Esther helped too by giving Leonore some clothes to wear. Esther said, “We had nothing, no food, no clothes. The people in the camps had even less.”

Leonore filled out many Red Cross Cards to find her mother, Ella Sprie Srocka in Leipzig, and Kate’s other two daughters Leonore Sprie Field and Katie Sprie Paetz in New York. Leonore and Sam Field sold their car and sent the money to Melitta to pay the passage for Kate and young Leonore to immigrate to America.

In August 1946 Esther came to America to visit her sister, Marion, in Antonito, Colorado. Esther stayed with Sam and Leonore Field in New York for three weeks. While there she met and dated the Field’s next-door-neighbor Larry Johnson. After showing Esther New York for ten days, Larry proposed marriage to Esther. “No. That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. We don t know each other. We don’t even speak the same language”, was Esther’s reply. Larry spoke English and Swedish. Esther spoke Danish. Esther left New York for Colorado and stayed with her sister for three months as she thought about it.

In November 1946 the papers were ready for Kate and young Leonore to go to America, but the money (from Leonore and Sam Field) had not yet arrived. They could not stay at the camp any longer. Melitta allowed them to stay with her in her one-bedroom apartment for six weeks. They slept in Melitta’s bed. Melitta slept on the sofa. Her husband, Carlo, was on a mission in another city of Denmark at the time.

On December 16, 1946 Oma Kate Sprie and Leonore Kohler arrived in New York by boat from Copenhagen, Denmark. Oma went to her daughter Leonore Field’s home.
Fourteen year old Leonore went to Katie Paetz’ home. Oma was very ill and was put into a Catholic hospital.

Esther returned from Colorado on December 31st and stayed with Sam and Leonore Field until she married Larry Johnson on January 16, 1947. Oma Kate Sprie died on February 9, 1947, fifty-five days after arriving in Zion. She had declared in 1937 she would return to Zion to die.
All this was learned by Claire Field, wife of Bob Field, son of Leonore Field, in December 2000. Young Lee (Leonore) Kohler, now Tish, remembered in a telephone conversation to Claire that there was a family who helped them during their stay in the camp of war. She couldn’t remember their names but remembered they had a daughter named Esther. Upon hanging up the phone, Claire inquired information of Bob, found Esther Johnson’s Christmas cards she has sent Leonore Field through the years, and phoned Esther in American Fork, Utah, just twenty minutes from where Claire lives in Provo, Utah. YES! Esther, now 80, was the Esther from Copenhagen, Denmark. AND Melitta is still alive at 95 living in Salt Lake City.

Claire interviewed both of them, recorded their memories, and has transcribed them. How does one ever repay the gift of life and love, caring and sharing these two women extended to two other women in need?

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Who is she to speak for me?


Ahsley Judd has joined the ranks of well-known women who purport to speak for me. I am sick and tired of the notion that "women's rights" is all about the right to kill our own babies. Here is a link to the video that set me off this morning.