Oh well, it was a busy day here.
We threw PKR a birthday open house, and so we were busy all day cleaning house, and preparing for the birthday open house.
PKR is in a barbershop quartet called "The Debonairs", and they started off the festivities with about half an hour of singing.
It was fun to have people drop in and visit with them.
When you turn 50, you sure do get some funny birthday cards.
The girls even joined with us to do our "special" version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas".
It was a very fun evening, so it was worth not making my deadline.
Then we watched "Angels and Demons" and cleaned up and headed for bed.
I just finished reading a book by Timothy Egan titled "The Worst Hard Time".
It is a story of people who lived through the Dust Bowl in the 1930's, in the states of Kansas, Oklahoma, Nebraska, Texas, Colorado and New Mexico.
I remember reading "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck, about people leaving the Dust Bowl.
This is a factual account of people who stayed and lived through these years.
It is a story of how the plowing up of grassland to grow wheat caused the land to create dust storms.
As I read this book and read how these people lived year after year, with continual dust storms coming through for over 10 years, drought, the stripping of the land so things cannot be grown. Dust pneumonia was a new phenomenon that killed people because of all the dust they breathed in and collected in their lungs.
People went crazy.
But some survived. And they continued to live in "no man lands" as this area was referred to in the book.
And this book is their stories.
It was very well written and a very informative look at a piece of our country's history.
I am thankful for my three daughters, Z2, Kiki Aru and The Princess.
They are each so very unique, but yet are definitely sisters.
Some people shudder when they hear I have three teenage daughters living at home.
I love this time of their lives. I understand teenagers. I understand girls. I love having three teenage daughters.
Oh, yes, there are the hormonal ups and downs, the sibling fighting, the times when I ask, "Do I know you?"...
but that is okay. Because most of the time, they are funny, intelligent, talented, creative,caring girls who make me laugh and smile, who love God with all their heart and soul, and I feel proud that they are my girls.
I am thankful for three teenage daughters.
I will be making some dinner rolls for Thanksgiving tomorrow, and then some French bread and other breads as well.
And perhaps I'll make some Cinnamon or Orange rolls for breakfast tomorrow.
Nothing beats the smell of bread baking in the oven.
In a time when single motherhood was not very common, both of my grandmothers raised their families without the help of a husband.
Grandma Woolum's husband left her, and he eventually died when my dad was fairly young. My Grandma stayed in Wardner and Kellogg, and raised her family until health concerns had her moving to Spokane, where she continued to live until she passed away.
Grandma West's husband also left, and they eventually divorced. He relocated to Mexico, and remarried.
Grandma West raised her family in Orofino, Idaho.
Both were strong, loving women, and I am proud to be a product of these two wonderful women.
We just started working on our next play, and we are fortunate to have a director with a vision.
I'll write more later.
Okay, now I can write a bit better after a good night's sleep.
Yesterday, I finished a run of "Here We Sit" at the Sixth Street Theater.
Now, PKR and I have started rehearsal for "I Do! I Do!", a musical about a couple's 50 years of marriage, and the ups and downs they experienced. We are the only two in the show, so it will be quite a workout!!
We are fortunate to have Carrie Stuart Parks directing the show. We sat down with her for a table read last week, and it is already evident she has a real vision for the show, our characters, and what she wants us to do. It is so exciting!!!
So, call now for reservations. It isn't too early! 1-877-SIXTHST!!
We run Jan. 8, 9, 10, 15, 16, 17, 22, 23, 24.
How good and pleasant it is
when brothers live together in unity!
I am thankful to dwell in unity with Christian brothers and sisters around the world, knowing that each of us believes that Jesus Christ is our Savior, and that God loved the world so much that He gave His son Jesus, and if we believe in Him, we will not perish but have everlasting life.
I have had wonderful encounters with people, and once we realized Christianity was our common thread, it was like we were old friends.
One of my more special Christian brothers in unity moment was two summer ago, when I visited the National Cathedral in Washington D.C., and attended a service in the basement of the Cathedral, in a small chapel. People from around the world opened up and shared how they had Hope because of Jesus Christ. I shared communion with these people, breaking the break and drinking the wine, just as Jesus commanded us to do.
Unity is pleasant. Unity brings peace. Unity brings love. Unity brings joy.
I am thankful for unity.
I am so thankful for my two siblings.
This following passage from the essay "One Village" by Naomi Shihab Neye reminds me of the connection I share with my two siblings, and what it is like to be together in Kellogg.
Feelings crowd in on me; maybe this is what it means to be in your genetic home. That you will feel on fifty levels at once, the immediate as well as the level of blood, the level of uncles, of weeping in the pillow at night, weddings and graves, level of the secret and unseen. Maybe this is heritage, that deep well that gives us more than we deserve. Each time I write or walk or think, I drop a bucket in. Staring at my grandmother, my Sitti, as she sits on the low bed, rocking back and forth in time with conversation, tapping her fingertips on her knees, I think, this is the nectar off which I feed.
I am thankful for the my husband, who has brought romance into my life for over 25 years.
Today PKR turned 50 years old, and, since this was a rather busy day with kids going every which way, we all gathered together for breakfast. We put some candles on a "birthday scone" and also had some fried potatoes. All five of us ate breakfast together for PKR's 50th birthday.
Last night Z2 and I "decorated" his classroom at Kellogg High School with balloons and Z2 brought some of his high school and college memorabilia, and put it up in his class. I photocopied some old high school yearbook photos, and made flyers that I posted throughout the school. It was hard to miss it was his birthday at school today.
PKR is a pie man, so I baked him an apple pie and also made him a huckleberry/rhubarb cobbler, and took it to school, and shared it with the KHS faculty.
Tonight, PKR and Z2 have the final night of KHS's production of "One Mad Night". As soon as I locate my card reader, I will download some pictures from the production. It was very funny.
Yes, I am married to someone who has been alive for half a century. Wow.
I am thankful for times of quiet.
If I don't get that quiet time to myself each day to pray, reflect, talk to God, and sometimes just sit back and do nothing, I do not function my best.
I like praying, and letting God show me things. I like having people brought to mind that I can pray for, or perhaps send a card to, or pick up the phone and call.
In the midst of life, a quiet time is a must. We need time to sit and listen. To be refreshed. To be rejuvenated.
The assignment is this: Think back to a movie you remember watching at our house in Kellogg, name the movie, what it was about, and what makes you remember watching it at the house.
I remember during a time growing up that one of the Spokane television stations, I am thinking it was KXLY, showed movies in the afternoon. One movie I remember watching more than once was "The Greatest Show on Earth".
This Academy Award winning movie is about the circus, and had a all star cast, including Betty Hutton, Dorothy Lamour, Charlton Heston and Jimmy Stewart. And more than once, I remember sitting there with my dad watching this movie. Me coming home after a day at Sunnyside School, and he from working all day at the Zinc Plant at the Bunker Hill Company.
And I always remembered the last line of the movie...
That's all, ladies and gentlemen, that's all. Come again to the greatest show on earth. Bring the children. Bring the old folks. You can shake the sawdust off your feet, but you can't shake it outta your heart. Come again, folks. The Greatest Show on Earth. Come again.
If you don't remember this movie, here is a trailer. It might jar your memory.
There truly are angels among us in the Kellogg School District.
Today, I was overwhelmed with good will, because of some wonderful people.
Because of some kind-hearted souls, a coat drive has be started at KHS. It started when PE realized one of her students didn't have a winter coat to wear, and I realized someone had left a man's coat here about a year ago, and so I washed it up, and this student now has a winter coat. They are hoping to get warm coats to other students as well.
JD is one of the most giving people I know at KMS. Whenever a student or their family is in distress, she sends out the word, and before you know it her classroom is overflowing with items for families in need. Just this past week, three of our students lost their father. We were able to gather together many bags full of food to send to the family. What a blessing.
My day started of this morning with all the KHS freshmen and sophomores gathering together in the KHS gym to put the food they had brought in to put in laundry baskets to provide turkey dinners for 14 needy families in the Silver Valley. How wonderful to see some of the baskets overflowing with food. And our KHS staff was also generous, donating money to purchase turkeys for each of the baskets.
Today was one of those days when you realize there are some really wonderful people in this world who really care about kids, and other people.
When I lived in Meridian, I was part of the cast of "Oklahoma" during the 50th anniversary of Boise Music Week. We performed it in the Morrison Center on the Boise State University Campus.
I am thankful I got to be a part of that "Oklahoma" production. I have always loved musical theater, and am also thankful I get to continue to perform musicals in our local community theater.
I love the hope this passage gives to the reader, especially when things are going hard, and life isn't going that great. Our hope is always in God, who will always see us through.
I also like that this chapter is an Acrostic Poem, where each line of the poem begins with the first letter of the Hebrew Alphabet. Below is Lamentations 3, with the Hebrew translation next to each verse.
As I read through this chapter, it remind me of the book I am currently reading titled "The Worst Hard Time" by Timothy Egan. It is a book about the Dust Bowl in the early 1930's. As I read the words from Lamentations 3:29 that says "Let him put his mouth in the dust, if so be there may be hope."
It took strength from those people who continued to live in the harsh, barren, dusty land on the plains of Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico and Colorado during those drought-stricken early years of the 1930's. But many continued to hope, and believe that things would get better.
Often our lives can seem overwhelming. We find ourselves in a dark place. We become despondent, and it is hard to function.
But, if we turn to God's Word, we know our hope is in God.
"Surely the Lord's mercies are not consumed, surely His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness." vs. 22 and 23.
Lamentations Chapter 3 אֵיכָה
I am thankful for being a part of the Sixth Street Melodrama and Theater here in the Silver Valley.
I first began my Sixth Street journey in the fall of 2004 in a Christmas show called "I'll Be Home for Christmas."
The following summer, I was in one of the summer melodrama productions.
Since then, I have been in musicals, comedies, and more melodramas. I have had the opportunity to act, sing, write a melodrama, direct two melodramas, and one musical revue.
It has helped nurture my creativity in ways I never thought possible.
I have gained confidence through my time on the stage.
My whole family loves performing on stage, and singing and acting. What a blessing that we all have this common love.
I-D-A-H-O!! Idaho, Idaho, Go, Go, Go!!
Today I am very thankful for the lovely ladies I meet with on a monthly basis who are in my book group.
We have been meeting together for five years now. We started the fall of 2004, and only have had one member move away, then got another to replace her.
We have read a variety of books over the years, from best selling novels, to non-fiction, and ones that really surprised me because of how good they were.
We often call it our monthly "therapy session". We solve the world's problems. Yeah, we may get around to talking about the book, especially if it was a really good one, but mostly we get together to enjoy each other's company.
And we have about a 20 year age span between all of us. I am the youngster of the group. I love sharing time with these beautiful women who have taught me so many things over the years, and we have created quite a bond.
Next month we are having our annual Christmas book club, where we have a cookie exchange, and usually share small gifts, and we are each bringing a Christmas story to share.
Most of the time, we all make it to book group. Sometimes one can't make it. But we have had a pretty good track record.
I am so thankful for these ladies...these lovely, lovely ladies.
I absolutely love Veteran's Day, and paying tribute to our Veterans.
We are fortunate in the Silver Valley to have many opportunities to honor the men and women who have served and continue to serve our country.
Today I attended the Veteran's Day assemblies at both Kellogg Middle School and Kellogg High School. Both were very well done, and made me proud to be on staff at both these schools, and have daughters who were a part of the both assemblies.
At KMS, Kiki Aru was part of the band that played a beautiful patriotic melody. The main speaker was a man named Bill White who served in the Vietnam War. He shared how proud he was to serve his country, but that coming home was very hard, because it wasn't a very welcoming homecoming.
At KHS, Z2 played in the band, and also sang in the Select Choir. Bob McKay spoke about the new Veteran's Memorial in Kellogg, and ways Veterans are involved in the community.
As part of the KHS assembly, four Boy Scouts performed the flag folding ceremony. This ceremony explains what each of the 13 folds of the flag means, when a flag is presented to a deceased servicemen's family, or a policeman or fireman.
Here is what the Boy Scouts shared today during the assembly:
- The first fold of our flag is a symbol of life.
- The second fold is a symbol of our belief in the eternal life.
- The third fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veteran departing our ranks who gave a portion of life for the defense of our country to attain a peace throughout the world.
- The fourth fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in times of war for His divine guidance.
- The fifth fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, "Our country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong."
- The sixth fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our heart that we pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
- The seventh fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic.
- The eighth fold is a tribute to the one who entered in to the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day, and to honor mother, for whom it flies on mother's day.
- The ninth fold is a tribute to womanhood; for it has been through their faith, love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great have been molded.
- The tenth fold is a tribute to father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of our country since they were first born.
- The eleventh fold, in the eyes of a Hebrew citizen, represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon, and glorifies, in their eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
- The twelfth fold, in the eyes of a Christian citizen, represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in their eyes, God the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost.
When the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost, reminding us of our national motto, "In God we Trust."
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington and the sailors and marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy today.
Also as part of the KHS assembly, each veteran was asked to come up to the podium, say their name, what branch of the service they served in, and how long they served. What a stirring moment to watch men I have seen my whole life get up and share how they served their country to preserve our freedoms. Men like John Yergler, Jack Etherton, Louis Groves, Mike Groves, Jim Lewis and Joe Peak.
Then PKR and I sang a Patriotic Medley at the Wallace Elks tonight, as part of a short program they did to honor the veterans. It was a wonderful tribute.
At each of the Veteran's Day ceremonies, I was also impressed with the KHS JrROTC students who presented the flag. They do such a nice job, and my heart wells with pride as I watch these young men and women take their job of presenting the colors so seriously.
Thank you, Veterans, for your sacrifice to this wonderful country in which we live.
There is something about his music that touches me, and I love listening to his songs.
I was very excited to hear about an upcoming tour with James Taylor and Carole King. I hope they get close, because that is a concert I would not want to miss!!
Here is one of the reasons why I am thankful for the music of James Taylor.
I am thankful that PKR and I get to perform in the two person musical "I Do! I Do!" in January at the Sixth Street Theater.
I am thankful that we get the opportunity to use our love of performing to help people in the Silver Valley.
We have chosen three different Silver Valley charities to donate some of the proceeds to from the performances.
Below is a letter from our board president, Vern Hanson, about how people can help become royalty sponsors for the show, so we have more money to donate to charities.
Dear Sixth Street Fans—
In January, we will be presenting a two person musical titled “I Do! I Do!”. This show is special and unique because it will give our theater an opportunity to give back to the community by donating part of each weekend’s proceeds to three different Silver Valley Charities, The Shoshone Community Health Clinic, Meals on Wheels and The Women’s Resource Center.
Because we would like to donate a majority of our proceeds to the charities, we would like royalty sponsors to cover the cost of presenting the show each performance. It costs $140 in royalty fees to present “I Do! I Do!” each night. Would you be willing to help cover the cost of one night’s royalty payment, or a partial royalty payment, in order to help us give more back to our community?
“I Do! I Do!” is a musical about a marriage, and the many events happening as a married couple. The show features husband and wife team Paul and Carol Roberts. It will be directed by Carrie Stuart-Parks, and the music will be under the direction of Joy Persoon.
We hope you take this opportunity to help us with this endeavor by becoming a royalty sponsor for this production. Thank you.
Vern Hanson, Sixth Street Theater Board President
I would be willing to donate: _____$25 _____$50 _____$100
Full Royalty Sponsorship _____$140
Please make checks to Sixth Street Theater and drop your check at the ticket desk, or mail donation to:
Sixth Street Theater, Box 1243, Wallace, Idaho 83873
(PLEASE INDICATE ROYALTY PAYMENT ON THE SUBJECT LINE)
What a wonderful opportunity to give back to our precious Silver Valley community. I am thankful for this opportunity!!
Various kinds of history.
Such as local Silver Valley history.
Since moving back here in 2000, I have become fascinated with the local history of this area. I think what really got me going on the history is realizing what a relatively "young" area this is when I think that Noah Kellogg discovered the Bunker Hill mine in 1885, and my Dad was born in Wardner in 1930, only 40 years after the Bunker Hill mine was discovered. I think I was blown away when I made this discovery.
I also like learning about the history of our country. Traveling to Washington, D.C. and Baltimore, and seeing some of the historical sites really helps you appreciate the sacrifice people made for our country.
Today in our Adult Sunday School class, we are starting a series on the history of the Christian Church, and how the church was influenced by culture throughout the ages. It begins with the Roman Age, then today we talked about The Middle Ages. We will then go into the following times:
The Renaissance, The Reformation, The Revolutionary Age, The Scientific Age, The Age of Non-Reason, The Age of Fragmentation, then the Age of Personal Peace and Affluence.
It will be interesting to see what we learn from these lessons.
Raymond Pert gave us this Sibling Assignment:
The surprising, shocking, soaring Idaho Vandals are off to a 7-2 start and, for me, it stirs memories of Vandal football in the late 60's through the early 80's.
How about you? Do you have a story to tell about a particular Vandal game and what happened that is memorable to you, either on or off the field?
Soon IEG and Raymond Pert will have their posts here and here.
As I have written in the past, football has never really been my game. I never really understood, so have never grown to really appreciate and enjoy watching the sport.
But there are some moments during my college years at U of I that I do remember some things about the college football experience.
I was in the U of I Marching Band my freshman and sophomore years, which pretty much forced me to attend the U of I football games those two years.
Unfortunately, many of my memories involve a particular song we played during halftime (such as Ravel's Bolero), or reminders of the musty smelling Kibbie Dome when they were having roof problems, and you would get dripped on while practicing Marching Band in the Kibbie Dome.
As a sophomore in the U of I Marching Band, an exciting part was traveling to Seattle and getting to march at a Seattle Seahawks and Pittsburg Steelers football game. I still remember being only feet from Jim Zorn, and watching Mean Joe Green and Terry Bradshaw jog around the field before the game began. That was pretty exciting.
Another Vandal Football rememberance was sitting with PKR at one of the games, and having him try ( a big emphasis on TRY) to explain to me the nuances of the game. He would tell me what play was about the happen, tell me to watch certain players, and he could predict where they would be going (how could he do that?), but he might as well have been explaining some mathematical theory to me. I was totally clueless.
But the Vandals did have a successful year in 1982, and I remember because they played Eastern Kentucky, and their quarterback's name was Tuck Woolum. He must be some relation, because Woolum isn't the most common name on the planet. So I do remember that little piece of Vandal trivia.
I really haven't been that interested in Vandal football since college, until they started winning this year. I may even take some time to follow the BSU/Vandal game next weekend. What I wouldn't do to have the Vandals beat the Broncos.
Now that would be sweet!!
"What do you consider 'God's Country' and why?"
Raymond Pert's is here and IEG's here.
I am glad I have lived a few different places in this great country of ours, and have managed to consider each place God's Country.
My first 18 years were spent living in the Silver Valley of northern Idaho. The Silver Valley from 1963-1981 was a lot different looking than the one of right now, but it was my home, and beautiful just the same.
Even though Kellogg's hillsides were bare of trees, living in Kellogg was a wonderful experience, and I'm glad I grew up here. You felt safe. People looked out for one another. You started kindergarten with about 25 kids, and most of them graduated from high school with you. You established traditions. And, I didn't know much else besides living in Kellogg. We didn't venture far from the valley while I was growing up. Sometimes to Spokane, and a once a summer trip to Orofino. Other than that, we stayed in Kellogg. Even traveling 15 miles to Wallace was a big deal to my folks.
But I longed for adventure. I liked going new places, and seeing new things.
My second home was in Moscow, Idaho, while I attended the University of Idaho. The beautiful rolling hills of the Palouse, and the U of I campus had a beauty all their own. The years at college were foundational as I grew closer in my relationship with God, and trying to figure out who I was, which really made it God's Country for me.
One summer, I lived in California. I worked at the International Headquarters for Campus Crusade for Christ, and lived at Arrowhead Springs, and worked in San Bernadino. This again was God's Country, because of the work I did, helping spread the "Good News" in all that I did that summer. I found beauty in the desert, in crowded Los Angeles, and Disneyland. I found God everywhere that summer, and again grew closer to Him. I also realized that summer that I loved PKR, and he was the man I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I attended the 1984 Summer Olympics that while in Los Angeles, and enjoyed watching the USA Basketball team play (Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, among others). I still keep in touch with some of the people I lived with that summer.
After college, my first job was in Glendive, Montana. My dad always said Glendive wasn't the end of the world, but you could see it from there. I lived in Glendive from 1985 to 1991. While we lived there, eastern Montana was experiencing a drought. This is a problem when the type of farming you did was dry land farming...no irrigation.
But you found a tough and genuine breed of people in Eastern Montana. Those farmers and ranchers taught us plenty about trusting and having faith in God and many of the things we learned in the Glendive's Evangelical Church of North America have been the foundation for our Christian faith throughout the years.
One area that really grew on us while living in Glendive, and we came to appreciate were the "Badlands", and Makoshika State Park, located in Glendive. It had a very particular beauty all its' own, and we absolutely loved it.
After Montana, we moved to Meridian, Idaho, outside of Boise. The Treasure Valley again brought us growth in our relationship with God. We grew a lot in our faith and trust and understanding of God, and learned alot while in Meridian. But then, it was time to return to my roots.
In 2000, we returned to Kellogg. And the Kellogg of 2000 looked much different from the Kellogg of 1981, when I had lived here permanently that last time. The hills were now filled with the trees that were planted on the hillsides while I was in high school. The wetlands were emerging. There was no more smelter smoke. But God was still here, and that is because the spirit of the people remained the same. I still had many connections to people in this valley, and this is where a part of my heart and soul had remained all these years. And now I continue to enjoy life here in God's Country, the Silver Valley, the place I have always considered home.
There is something so real about getting your hands plunged into the earth, and planting seeds or bulbs.
And the accomplishment when those seeds sprout and become plants, and provide food, or beautful flowers to enjoy.
I am so thankful for my garden.
Gardening for me is one of my creative outlets. It is fun to see how I can arrange plants and flowers to be appealing to the eyes.
It is also therapy. I love spending time alone in the garden, planting, weeding, harvesting, and letting my mind wander and thinking of all kinds of things.
Gardening allows me to pray. There is an old hymn titled "In the Garden". It was actually one of my Grandma West's favorite hymns. (I was fortunate to inheritate the "gardening gene" from both of my wonderful grandmothers).
The words of the hymn go like this:
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I found a video of Brad Paisley singing this song. It is a beautiful rendition. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.