Saturday, April 26, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Eden
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The auction start time is 4:45 PST. Thanks for looking! David
Sunday, April 20, 2014
What a difference seventy years can make
Last night, I read and article about an elderly couple in Nashport Ohio. These two fell in love, eloped, and got married. They were married seventy years. Now, to get a perspective, I am only fifty eight years old. They got married twelve years before I was born. Sometimes I feel old at this age!
Here is the text:
Son Dick Felumlee said his parents died of old age, surrounded by family.
"At Dad's bed we were singing his favorite hymns, reading scriptures and praying with him," he told The Associated Press in an email. "It was a going away party, and we know he loved it."
The pair had known each other for several years when they eloped in Newport, Ky., across the Ohio River from Cincinnati, on Feb. 20, 1944. At two days shy of his 21st birthday, Kenneth — who went by Kenny — was too young to marry in Ohio.
"He couldn't wait," son Jim Felumlee said.
Kenneth worked as a railroad car inspector and mechanic before becoming a mail carrier for the Nashport Post Office. He was active in his Nashport-Irville United Methodist Church as a Sunday school teacher.
When Kenneth retired in 1983 and the children began to leave the house, the Felumlees began to explore their love of travel, visiting almost all 50 states by bus.
"He didn't want to fly anywhere because you couldn't see anything as you were going," Jim Felumlee said.
Although both experienced declining health in recent years, Cody said, each tried to stay strong for the other.
This made me cry. Every day I tell Rita, "thank you for spending another day with me." I am so blessed that she decided to be with me. She didn't have to. But she did and still does. I am grateful.
To be fair, this is my source: http://news.yahoo.com/ohio-couple-married-70-years-die-15-hours-145159516.html
Here is the text:
NASHPORT, Ohio (AP) — A couple who held hands at breakfast every morning even after 70 years of marriage have died 15 hours apart.
Helen Felumlee, of Nashport, died at 92 on April 12. Her husband, 91-year-old Kenneth Felumlee, died the next morning.
The couple's eight children say the two had been inseparable since meeting as teenagers, once sharing the bottom of a bunk bed on a ferry rather than sleeping one night apart, the Zanesville Times Recorder reported (http://ohne.ws/1in7erG).
They remained deeply in love until the very end, even eating breakfast together while holding hands, said their daughter, Linda Cody.
"We knew when one went, the other was going to go," she said.
According to Cody, about 12 hours after Helen died, Kenneth looked at his children and said, "Mom's dead." He quickly began to fade and was surrounded by 24 of his closest family members and friends when he died the next morning.
"He was ready," Cody said. "He just didn't want to leave her here by herself."
Son Dick Felumlee said his parents died of old age, surrounded by family.
"At Dad's bed we were singing his favorite hymns, reading scriptures and praying with him," he told The Associated Press in an email. "It was a going away party, and we know he loved it."
The pair had known each other for several years when they eloped in Newport, Ky., across the Ohio River from Cincinnati, on Feb. 20, 1944. At two days shy of his 21st birthday, Kenneth — who went by Kenny — was too young to marry in Ohio.
"He couldn't wait," son Jim Felumlee said.
Kenneth worked as a railroad car inspector and mechanic before becoming a mail carrier for the Nashport Post Office. He was active in his Nashport-Irville United Methodist Church as a Sunday school teacher.
Helen stayed at home, not only cooking and cleaning for her own family but also for other families in need in the area. She taught Sunday school, too, but was known more for her greeting card ministry, sending cards for birthdays, sympathy and the holidays to everyone in her community, each with a personal note inside.
"She kept Hallmark in business," daughter-in-law Debbie Felumlee joked.When Kenneth retired in 1983 and the children began to leave the house, the Felumlees began to explore their love of travel, visiting almost all 50 states by bus.
"He didn't want to fly anywhere because you couldn't see anything as you were going," Jim Felumlee said.
Although both experienced declining health in recent years, Cody said, each tried to stay strong for the other.
"That's what kept them going," she said.
This made me cry. Every day I tell Rita, "thank you for spending another day with me." I am so blessed that she decided to be with me. She didn't have to. But she did and still does. I am grateful.
To be fair, this is my source: http://news.yahoo.com/ohio-couple-married-70-years-die-15-hours-145159516.html
Saturday, April 19, 2014
lost in the translation
In our reborn doll business, we sell many dolls all over the world. I have found that translating into different languages can be fraught with peril.
For example, eye colors. There are many different shades of blue. Cornflower, water sapphire, newborn deep blue sky to name a few.
These often don't translate well.
The one thing I have not been able to figure out is bangs. Bangs. Translate this word into other languages and it comes up with explosions or loud noises. We try to use pictures whenever possible, but it can be tricky.
No wonder international diplomacy can be so tricky. I hope God watches over those translators for the diplomats and international leaders. Scary how international relations can rest upon something so very risky.
David
For example, eye colors. There are many different shades of blue. Cornflower, water sapphire, newborn deep blue sky to name a few.
These often don't translate well.
The one thing I have not been able to figure out is bangs. Bangs. Translate this word into other languages and it comes up with explosions or loud noises. We try to use pictures whenever possible, but it can be tricky.
No wonder international diplomacy can be so tricky. I hope God watches over those translators for the diplomats and international leaders. Scary how international relations can rest upon something so very risky.
David
Friday, April 18, 2014
Him
In this day and age, we see all kinds of atheist banter. It is proclaimed from on high there is no God. It is even in our capitol buildings all in the name of fairness. Okay fine. Have your say. But here is mine.
Today is Good Friday. For those of you who do not know, today is the day we Christians celebrate the death of Christ. We celebrate his death. The death of our King. Go figure. You would think we would want Him alive.
His death was foretold in the Old Testament.
He was born of a virgin birth.
He was sinless.
He healed.
He gave sight to the blind.
He gave hearing to the deaf.
He gave life to Lazarus.
He walked upon water. Really.
He turned water into wine.
He made those that did not believe afraid.
They killed Him in the worst way.
They tortured Him.
They humiliated Him.
They forced a crown of thorns on His head.
They stabbed Him in His side.
They forced Him to carry his own cross through the streets to be mocked.
They nailed Him to the cross.
Nails in His hands and feet.
Nails. Big ones.
He was left to die of blood loss and exposure.
And He forgave them.
After all that, He forgave them.
And He died.
He was buried in a tomb.
Three days later, He was risen to be seated at the right hand of God.
And He forgave me. He loves me.
And he can forgive you. He loves you too.
I hope this helps. David
Today is Good Friday. For those of you who do not know, today is the day we Christians celebrate the death of Christ. We celebrate his death. The death of our King. Go figure. You would think we would want Him alive.
His death was foretold in the Old Testament.
He was born of a virgin birth.
He was sinless.
He healed.
He gave sight to the blind.
He gave hearing to the deaf.
He gave life to Lazarus.
He walked upon water. Really.
He turned water into wine.
He made those that did not believe afraid.
They killed Him in the worst way.
They tortured Him.
They humiliated Him.
They forced a crown of thorns on His head.
They stabbed Him in His side.
They forced Him to carry his own cross through the streets to be mocked.
They nailed Him to the cross.
Nails in His hands and feet.
Nails. Big ones.
He was left to die of blood loss and exposure.
And He forgave them.
After all that, He forgave them.
And He died.
He was buried in a tomb.
Three days later, He was risen to be seated at the right hand of God.
And He forgave me. He loves me.
And he can forgive you. He loves you too.
I hope this helps. David
Monday, April 14, 2014
Love me or leave me....
One of the things I first told my sweetie as we were first getting to know each other, "I am who I am.
Love me or leave me, just don't bore me." For me this was a sign of strength. I accepted who I was, and was not going to change in order to be loved. This is it. Just me.
Luckily Rita liked what she saw. She loved me for who I was. Pretty amazing.
I write of this in the past tense because I have changed over the years. Immensely. But my change came from within, because I wanted to. I wanted to become a better man for her.
Yesterday I wrote of my sarcastic wit. That turned out to be harmful to our relationship. So, one day at a time, I will work on that. For me and for Rita. That is a very healthy attitude.
I want to be a better man. For myself, and for her.
To summarize, Rita loved me for who I was, but I want to be more. We all change over the years, its best to change in positive ways. David
Love me or leave me, just don't bore me." For me this was a sign of strength. I accepted who I was, and was not going to change in order to be loved. This is it. Just me.
Luckily Rita liked what she saw. She loved me for who I was. Pretty amazing.
I write of this in the past tense because I have changed over the years. Immensely. But my change came from within, because I wanted to. I wanted to become a better man for her.
Yesterday I wrote of my sarcastic wit. That turned out to be harmful to our relationship. So, one day at a time, I will work on that. For me and for Rita. That is a very healthy attitude.
I want to be a better man. For myself, and for her.
To summarize, Rita loved me for who I was, but I want to be more. We all change over the years, its best to change in positive ways. David
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Sarcasm
One of the things I admire most about my dad was he said what he meant and meant what he said. Added to that, he was not hurtful. He was careful to not hurt feelings, yet could get his point across. He could be very direct in a kind way. I want that.
Yesterday my sweetheart Rita brought up a few things I have been doing. I can be pretty sarcastic at times. I learned this as a matter of survival in my previous marriage. It became a oneupsmanship competition. It was a way for me to save face. It became almost habit.
Sarcasm caused people at work to stay away from me. If they would do something, my attempt at humor would cause them to be embarrassed. I looked like the funny guy for a moment, they felt worse for a long time. After a while they would stay away.
So, today I did some research. I found an article on the effects of sarcasm. It wasn't pretty. If someone is already stressed, sad, lonely, etc. and faced with my dose of sarcasm, it made things even worse. All for me to look funny for a moment. Here is a quote:
"Though it’s often camouflaged as humor, sarcasm is really just a convenient way for people to express hurt feelings, criticize others, or disapprove of some action without actually coming out and saying what’s on their minds."
Powerful stuff. I need to say what is on my mind, in a kind way. Period. Like Dad. Another quote:
"When you resort to sarcasm to get a point across in a disguised manner, it demonstrates a lack of conviction and courage to say what you really mean. Although an occasional sarcastic remark may seem harmless, remember that people judge your character every day by what you say as well as how you act. The collective result of those judgments is your reputation."
I taught my kids sarcasm. I am sure I hurt some people all while trying to be funny.
It has been said the greatest weapon we have is our mouth. In a moment we can hurt feelings, cause anger and resentment, and build distrust.
I don't like that about myself. This article also states:
"Keep a mental or written list of the reactions and consequences you notice when those around you are the target of sarcasm. This awareness alone will be a powerful motivator to change your own behavior.
Think before you speak. Considering how your words will be received is a very effective way to monitor your speech.
Enlist a trusted friend or partner who is willing to enter a sarcasm-free zone with you. Agree that you will hold each other accountable when you hear the other person using sarcasm. "
I do not want my reputation to be some that hurts, but someone to say what he means. To be someone people can trust. I'm going to work on it. One day at a time. David
Yesterday my sweetheart Rita brought up a few things I have been doing. I can be pretty sarcastic at times. I learned this as a matter of survival in my previous marriage. It became a oneupsmanship competition. It was a way for me to save face. It became almost habit.
Sarcasm caused people at work to stay away from me. If they would do something, my attempt at humor would cause them to be embarrassed. I looked like the funny guy for a moment, they felt worse for a long time. After a while they would stay away.
So, today I did some research. I found an article on the effects of sarcasm. It wasn't pretty. If someone is already stressed, sad, lonely, etc. and faced with my dose of sarcasm, it made things even worse. All for me to look funny for a moment. Here is a quote:
"Though it’s often camouflaged as humor, sarcasm is really just a convenient way for people to express hurt feelings, criticize others, or disapprove of some action without actually coming out and saying what’s on their minds."
Powerful stuff. I need to say what is on my mind, in a kind way. Period. Like Dad. Another quote:
"When you resort to sarcasm to get a point across in a disguised manner, it demonstrates a lack of conviction and courage to say what you really mean. Although an occasional sarcastic remark may seem harmless, remember that people judge your character every day by what you say as well as how you act. The collective result of those judgments is your reputation."
I taught my kids sarcasm. I am sure I hurt some people all while trying to be funny.
It has been said the greatest weapon we have is our mouth. In a moment we can hurt feelings, cause anger and resentment, and build distrust.
I don't like that about myself. This article also states:
"Keep a mental or written list of the reactions and consequences you notice when those around you are the target of sarcasm. This awareness alone will be a powerful motivator to change your own behavior.
Think before you speak. Considering how your words will be received is a very effective way to monitor your speech.
Enlist a trusted friend or partner who is willing to enter a sarcasm-free zone with you. Agree that you will hold each other accountable when you hear the other person using sarcasm. "
I do not want my reputation to be some that hurts, but someone to say what he means. To be someone people can trust. I'm going to work on it. One day at a time. David
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