Friday, October 29, 2010

Courage & Strength in 1917

HISTORY OF OUR MOTHERS AND GRANDMOTHERS
This was a stirring email I received, and thought I'd post it here with a little alteration.  Apparently there is a docu-drama airing on cable called "Iron-Jawed Angels" that deals with women's suffrage.

This is the story of our Mothers and Grandmothers who lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'
 
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917 , when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. 

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.  It is jarring to know that Woodrow Wilson and his cronies tried to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized.  Fortunately, her doctor was as strong and brave as Alice was...and refused, stating: "Alice Paul is strong, and brave...courage in women is often mistaken for insanity".
These stories relate graphic depictions of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.  Frankly, voting can often feel like more of an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it can be inconvenient, or a seemingly "useless" affair...after all, look at the choices of people that we have to vote for oftentimes.  But we need to remember the sacrifice and struggle that this right is built upon, ladies.
 
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party -just remember to vote.

 

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Musette, by Moo 2010

She's coming along, folks!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Love of Books

”Books are the windows through which the soul looks out. A home without good books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them. It is a wrong to his family. He cheats them. Children learn to read by being in the presence of books. The love of knowledge comes with reading and grows upon it, and the love of knowledge in a young mind is almost a warrant against the inferior excitement of passions and vices.  But to select the books—that is the difficulty. Their number is legion.”
Henry Ward Beecher, 19th Century

Monday, October 25, 2010

There Once was a Girl...

...with an itty bitty curl...
...right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good, she was really, really good...

 ...but when she was bad...she was still a sweetheart.  Sorry, just couldn't write anything different!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

In Memory of Kaiser

Kaiser was a good dog.  His gentle, obedient and at times clumsy temperament won him many hearts.  He was an extraordinary animal, having achieved what few can--a place in the highly distinguished therapy dog program at Edward Hospital.  He leaves behind two other household dogs, one of whom being Pork Chop the Chihuahua, who regularly pushed Kaiser around and stole his toys.  He also leaves behind the Rothrock family, whose 3 year old Jaiden has come to the realization that "Kaiser is in Kevin now".  Do all dogs go to Kevin?  I don't know about all of them...but I'm almost  certain that there was a place for Kaiser.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Hebrew Word of the Day: forgive

Soleach - Forgive (סולח) 

This verb is the base for the Israeli phrase "slichah" (סליחה), meaning "forgive / excuse me." It’s often used in the Tanach, closely linked to sholeach - send (שולח) and shocheach – forget (שוכח)

Catch the poetic connection in both sound and theme?  God forgives (soleach) our sins, sends (sholeach) them as far as east is from west, and then forgets (shocheach) they even happened!

I thought that was pretty neat.

Facebook finally comes through...

(As of late, I've considered ditching Facebook.  There are lots of reasons why...it can be a SUPREME time-waster, it can showcase various people's propensity to OVERSHARE, and it only makes me FEEL AS IF I'm in touch with friends.  Well, I'll stay on for a bit longer after the following surprising contact from a distant relative in Germany.  It makes all that Facebook silliness worth it, honestly.  Kurt is the nephew of my great grandfather, "Big Papa" Priebe.)

Hallo Allison,
my english is very bad, but I do it and hop, You can read it.
Thank for the News. I now the Rudolph-Priebe-Family. He was the Brother of my Grandfather Gustav. I was born in the same Village, Gostynin / Polen. After the sekond world ware we kam to Westgermany in the nearer to Hannover City.
I am the Son from Else. She was a dother from Gustav. She heard from Rudolph bat she was born in 1915 and Rudolph go to USA in 1902 / 03.
I am married with Heidi and we heva two dothers and one son. My son und family livs in Toronto. We hav 8 Grandchildren.
Later I giv you picturs from my family.
We are beleaver Christen and we go to the Pentecostel-Church.
This is a little statment from me and my family.
God`s Blessing to you an all.
Cousin Kurt

Monday, October 11, 2010

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Creativity is a Process

Yes, creativity is indeed a process...especially when you are 9, 10 or 11 years old. In fact, when you are that age, the work of creating a masterpiece can start out a little sillier than Monet or Van Gogh ever knew possible.

First, to get the creative juices flowing, play a round of Ninja with your creative cohorts.
Careful!  If your drawing and painting hand gets smacked, it may mess with your final product.

Next, get to work on your project.  After playing Ninja and then mixing plaster last week and pouring it out on the burlap, the work of creating your own fresco a la Michelangelo is well underway.

Transfer your cartoon image from the tracing paper onto your plaster.  Remember to take to heart the instruction of your art teacher...things don't turn out as well if you don't!

Really...just start adding color to your cartoon drawing.  Jump in...it'll be okay.

There are lots of colors to choose from in the watercolor crayon and pencil boxes.

Decisions, decisions. 
Every time you have a question or problem, that art teacher of yours has just the answer or solution.

Now we are seeing the color show up on the plaster.  Some chose the cornucopia design, others, the butterfly design. 

After finishing the drawing and watercoloring, you have to...gulp...BREAK your plaster.  You can do it.  After all...

...you get to add the fancy Elmer's glue "glazing" that adds that final sparkle to your project.

It helps the process if you stick your tongue out a little while you work.  Go ahead...try it.

The final products are just great.  The camera can't do them justice.

Belle's moth, at night.  (It's important to the artist that you know not only the subject of her art, but the time of day depicted as well.)


Moo's butterfly fresco, not quite dry after her glazing.  The final work will be glued to a matting board and placed in a shadow box.  Because that, you see, is the end of the creative process--the display.

Behind the Scenes at YFVS, 2010

A lot goes into the girls' choir preparation each year. There is the build-up toward a big concert in the winter, and another in the spring. Yes, we love the professional DVDs that we can order of the concerts that capture the great achievement made by these young kids...but I really like being there for the day-to-day, inside view of the process as well, as rehearsal attendant. I get to see the awesome process that takes place from the first time they look at the music, to the moment they step on the stage a few months later. The "behind the scenes" view is at times mundane, but I really do feel privileged to be able to see it all come together.

Mrs. Helwig directing part one choir members.  She is amazing with the kids, and I am so impressed with all that she gets out of them.

Sometimes, it's all about writing reminders to yourself on the sheet music.


Action shot of Mrs. Helwig's hair.  ;)

Belle is singing here...don't quite know what Moo is doing.  Maybe it wasn't part two's time to sing...

We have a high school helper this year, Miss Meredith.  She is great with the kids, and is quite the fashion plate as well. 

Moo & Amanda.

Hebrew Word of the Day: trust

It's no secret...I LOVE the Hebrew language.   Each word is made up of a series of pictures or meanings, which when placed together to produce a single word, give a fuller, richer understanding of the single word.   Since this is a concept that only truly comes alive when individual words and their Hebrew roots are explored, I've decided to keep track of some on my blog.    
Betach – trust בטח
 “In God, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust.” 
The word trust here is better translated to cling, as with the closely related word avatiyach (watermelon, אבטיח – see the shared root letters?). 
Even though it’s huge (just as our worries can seem), it still clings to the vine for its nourishment. We may not see the Father, but we cling to Him, for He’s our strength and our life-nourishment.


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Iron Chef: Brussel Sprout Edition

Oh. My. Word.

My husband came home a little early today, and found the hundreds of brussel sprouts in the refrigerator that I posted about earlier today.  I was gone for the afternoon and into the evening at Moo's violin lesson and then both the girls' choir practice.  We did not get home until nearly 7:00.  That left my personal iron chef plenty of time to experiment in the kitchen...something that I do not, and really should not, do. 

When the girls and I entered the house, there was an interesting aroma in the air.  Not bad.  Not really good.  Just, um, interesting.  My husband was a bit cagey when asked what was for dinner, and just said "wait and see".  Well, all I have to say is "wow".

He made an unbelievably good cheesy-garlic-chicken brussel sprout dish with a side of spaghetti squash and (you guessed it) brussel sprout veggie dish.  Aside from all elements of the meal being very greenish-beige, it was a hit.  Honest.

Then...and I can't believe he did this...he made brussel sprout cake.  Or would it be brussel sprout bread?  I don't care what you call it...it was a baked dessert made from brussel sprouts...complete with cream cheese frosting.  It was super yummy.  We just laughed.  I can't believe he did that.  At a time when he is so extremely stressed and bogged down by work "stuff", he came home and voluntarily made a yummy meal from the abundance of our garden...Iron Chef style.  Yeah, he really kinda rocks.

A Serving of Sprouts, Hold the Bugs

A lot is going on in my mind and life lately.  Too much to share here, at least right now.  So I resort to my "happy place"...do you feel it coming?  Can you guess?  Get ready to be bored...

 ...it's more talk about--yes--gardening, and what I think about when out in the garden.  
Maybe the broader, umbrella topic could be called "food".  

On this topic of food, we tend to cause raised or furrowed eyebrows by friends or acquaintances, and the occasional rolling of the eyes by my beloved Dad, because we eat kosher.  No, we're not Jewish (though our Messiah Yeshua is).  And no, we don't separate meat from dairy or anything like that.  We just simply follow the biblical dietary laws of kashrut, from where the English term "kosher" comes from, that can be found in the Torah given to Moses on Mt. Sinai.  That is our conviction, and the conviction of a growing number of followers of Jesus/Yeshua as they trace back their spiritual heritage a couple thousand years to when He walked among us.   (Just so I don't get grief from anonymous readers claiming that I am somehow standing in judgement of your eggs and bacon breakfasts, and therefore your "freedom in Christ"... Please know: That's not my bag.  I'm working on the log in MY eye, you will do well to do the same, fair reader.) 

Well, this is the quandary we are in...and kosher or not...you will want to answer the same question: 
How does one NOT eat bugs and worms when gardening without pesticides?  
I mean, only a little amount of time tending your own veggie garden reveals to you the dozens of ways that bugs can hide in and among your garden produce.  I  just harvested several pounds of brussel sprouts, and I'm just saying that the odds are waaaaay in favor of ingesting something not only "unclean", but super gross!  Eww.  And no, I don't mean the brussel sprouts themselves!  We are big fans of sprouts in the Grant home.  Which is good...because I have HUNDREDS.  Seriously...and I'm not even close to being done.

Now to find out how to ward off itty bitty bugs and spiders and worms naturally next year...   
Any advice???

  

Roanie's First Word

Ironically, this was Jaiden's first word too...there were just no video cameras present at the time, and he didn't say it more than once.  Boys!