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  • $$$$ Influence on the Election

    Money I’m sure I’m not alone in wondering just what organizations and corporations are sponsoring all these campaign ads which sometimes are aired so often they become downright annoying.  Prepare yourselves to be continually bombarded by them until the November elections are over. I was curious about who is paying and how much is being spent. I have an idea…really a fear….that we may end up with the best senators, representatives and other elected officials that money can buy….that’s really scary! Anyway….and thankfully…. Fact Check realized the need for shining some light on who is paying to influence the outcome of our elections and has the following information on its website:

    Cash Attack: 2010 Players Guide

    Independent political groups — both new and existing — have committed themselves to spending heavily to influence the outcome of the 2010 elections. Some are taking advantage of a recent Supreme Court decision by funneling money from business corporations or labor unions into the election process. Many of these groups avoid making public disclosure of their donors. Who are these groups and who’s behind them?

    Below is a list of some major groups that have been — or say they will be — active in this campaign cycle. This is not a comprehensive list, and additional groups will be added as the campaign season unfolds.

    We selected these groups based on how much money they have spent, or say they plan to spend, or how much media attention they have attracted. Most of them have pledged to spend tens of millions of dollars in the 2010 elections.

    Our “Cash Attack” coverage of 2010 political ads by corporations and unions is supported by a grant from the Carnegie Corporation.

    Fact Check lists its sources and has a list and links to more information on the various groups that are funding and responsible for these campaign ads. Unfortunately, individual donors to these groups can still remain unknown to the general public. For more information posted by Fact Check, click on the link below:

     http://www.factcheck.org/playersguide2010/

    By the way, I keep a shortcut to Fact Check on my desktop…..yes, it is that good!

  • One Nation Working Together Rally

    One Nation pic I’ve been watching the “One Nation Working Together” Rally in D.C. while writing this. It’s inspiring and hope it will help get out the vote a month from now. Wish I were there holding my signs too! Ed Schultz got people charged up and ready to go…..no wonder some wanted him to run for office. The messages are for promoting unity of all people of all races and ethnic backgrounds….gays and straights…..women and men….young and old, and are reminding us that we are all Americans, we all love our country, and we are all in this together and with hard work and by VOTING, we can get through this economic crisis. I was glad to hear the speakers talk about the needs to create jobs in working on our roads, bridges, building schools and developing green energy and the need to improve the nation’s education of our youth….to make it affordable to all students and become, once again, a leader in the world.

    Please get out and vote and remind your family, friends and neighbors to vote also in this midterm electionJobs Justice Education next month! And before voting, get informed…..please… watch Fox if you must, but also tune in to PBS, C-span, CNN and MSNBC. And don’t forget to check Politifact.org, Factcheck.org and Truthout.org for the “truthiness” (as Stephen Colbert calls it) in the political ads you’re receiving via radio, tv, mail, etc.

    Popular radio commentator, Joe Madison, said this rally was (from the reports he’d received) larger than that of Glenn Beck and the Tea Party…..I don’t know about that. I hope it will send a message to congress and the ones running for office and also to those who are suffering from major apathy…..make ‘em think a bit! This rally was all about jobs, justice and education. Support for those issues is universal, but what I liked especially were the specifics on what needs to be done and how we can do it!

     

  • My Friend Flo

    Flo is a very tiny retired English teacher, a writer, a political activist, a lesbian, and is Jewish. The public schools here didn’t know about her liberal political views or her sexual orientation during her long teaching career. The fact that she was such an excellent teacher helped negate any anti-semitic views some school board members, administrators and fellow teachers possibly may have had. She is more open now about her progressive political beliefs and less secretive about her life style. She’s had the same partner for a number of years although my friend Julia and I have never met her. Flo attends many of the same functions and political meetings, and Julia and I sometimes have lunch and go to movies with her. She has a delightfully wicked sense of humor and recently sent her friends the following list to enhance and creatively improve our vocabularies but not sure if these are her own or from another author:

    1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the  subject financially  impotent for an indefinite period of time.

    2. Ignoranus : A person who’s both stupid and an asshole.
     
    3. Intaxication : Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you  realize it was your money to start with.
     
    4. Reintarnation : Coming back to life as a  hillbilly.
     
    5. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future. 

    6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about  yourself for the purpose of getting laid. 
     
    7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high 
     
    8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.
     
    9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
     
    10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
     
    11. Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these  really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer. 
     
    12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
     
    13. Glibido: All talk and no action. 
     
     14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly. 
     
    15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web.
     
    16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
     
    17. Caterpallor ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you’re eating.
     

  • The Last Reunion?

    174.JPG 171.JPG My 60th high school class reunion was this past Saturday night. We all lived through it. No loud music or dancing but lots of talk and visiting. The food was more than decent. There was much laughter and lots of hugs from everyone….even the ones who hadn’t been especially friendly 60 years ago….they’d mellowed with age I suppose. Almost everyone who signed my 1949 and 1950 yearbooks started their autograph with: “To a swell _____” kid, gal, redhead, classmate or choose your own noun to put in that blank. Some added or modified it with “smart” and Louis (the hair guy) added “lovely.” So why didn’t he ever ask me out? The autograph I liked best said “From one swell kid to another.” My, oh my….. weren’t we a swell bunch of kids back then!

    Although most of the people there looked fairly healthy, a couple of Central Bearcats were in wheelchairs and wearing portable oxygen tanks. It was a little sad too since so many of our former classmates did “shuffle off this mortal coil” (as Shakespear put it so colorfully) before making it to this last reunion.

    Gloria Holloway, daughter of our town’s former mayor, couldn’t come….had gone away on a cruise, but she had helped by making a large poster with all the deceased classmates’ photos decorated in little glittery frames and had it on display with a scrapbook of obituaries and Golden Wedding Anniversary announcements she’d collected over the years.

    There among the deceased was the photo of my brilliant and beautiful 6 foot blond genius friend Carolyn  who often argued religion with me walking home from school. She was an athiest or may be just an agnostic and was extremely bitter about her parents’ divorce and her U.S. Navy Commander father’s second marriage. We shared a locker during our sophomore year and found a dead mouse in it once. Carolyn had a sad life according to her brother….and so ended it herself when she was just in her forties. 

    Red headed Ray who had held my hand in grade school was also gone. He always looked a bit like a turtle to me….but I liked him. We made beautiful music together. He was a natural alto. I think I wrote about that once…our forced duet of “You Are My Sunshine” which was loudly applauded so didn’t turn out160.jpg to be such a punishment via humiliation afterall.

    I was sorry to see the glitter framed photo of lanky Louis who played with my hair all year long in Miss Ryan’s senior English class while poking my butt with his bony knees….too long legged and suspect he loved to bug me. I semi-reclined in my desk chair all year176.JPG long in between turning around to give him dirty looks. One day I snapped and confronted this 16 year old with the hair fettish snarling, “Louis, are you going to be a hair stylist when you grow up?” I remember him grinning broadly and answering slowly and slyly, “Maybe.” He became an engineer instead….and married a gal who spoke Spanish if I remember rightly. I would have gone out with him if only he’d have asked but guess he preferred to irritate me or was too shy to do anything more….but he was a sweet kid….another swell kid.

     177.JPGI sat with a bunch of kids from the blue collar south end of town (from whence I came) and spent the evening talking about growing up during WW2 and some of the trouble we got into as kids. It was a fun night but the class reunion organizers decided this will probably be our last BIG get together. After all, in ten years we’ll be close to 90 years old!!!

     Somebody suggested a reunion in 5 years….but I said at our age maybe we should have one every 6 months instead. We WILL continue to meet and eat every three months at the Sirloin Stockade….December is the next one.

    By the way, I looked stunning (said with tongue in cheek) Saturday night but forgot to have someone take my picture…was too busy getting photos of others. My friend Barbara (holding camera in above photo) did catch me. She is wheelchair bound now. She used to tell me dirty jokes……very funny ones! I reminded her of that which is why she’s laughing in the photo. She is so very frail now….no longer joking much. This reunion was really a bitter sweet time made mostly of memories of times past and fragile optimism about the future. But once a Bearcat…..always a Bearcat…. Hey, hey, hey! Zis boom bah! Muncie Central Bearcats! Rah! Rah! Rah !!!! 

    By the way, Central was the big school who lost to the little school in the film “Hoosiers” with Gene Hackman playing the coach. In real life it was the 1954 Indiana H.S. Basketball championship game between Muncie Central (5 times state champions) and the tiny Milan…..so small that almost every boy in town was on the high school basketball team. Back then we didn’t have class basketball. The David and Goliath basketball story made Life Magazine’s back cover photo. It really did happen.

     

     

  • Kid Talk…Unpredictable but Honest

    My Texas cousin sent the following story which brought back memories of when my own children also posessed unpredictable but honest ways of conversing. My precocious young Valerie (aka “murisopsis”), upon seeing the child of my favorite first cousin, blurted out,  ”She’d be really cute, but her eyes are a little too close together.” Whereupon, I wanted to have Star Trek’s Scotty beam both of us up!

    Anyway, as the late Art Linlketter observed, “Children say the darndest things.” Do you also have some memories yourselves about these innocent but embarrassing moments?

    A 3-year-old tells all from his mother’s restroom stall.  By Shannon Popkin

    My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well.. He talks to people constantly, whether we are in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It’s always fully cranked. There have been several embarrassing times that I’ve wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco.

    Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with meinto the restroom. If you’d been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:

    ”Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?”

    At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the
    bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full … 4? 5? Maybe we could
    wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and
    reveal my identity.

    Cade continued: ”Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren’t you? Oh, dats a good
    girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty?
    Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh…Mommy! I’m trying to see In dere. Oh!
    I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!”

    I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me.Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, ”Why don’t you look in Mommy’s purse and see if you can find some candy. We’ll both have some!”

    ”No, I’m trying to see doze more stinkies….Oh! Mommy!” He started to gag at this point.

    ”Uh – oh, Mommy. I fink I’m gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!”

    As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall.. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.

    ”Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!”

    He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door. ”Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at? Mommy? You wooking at the wady’s feet?”

    More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.

    ”Mommy, it’s time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.” He started pounding on the door. ”Mommy, don’t you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!”

    I saw that my wait ‘em out’ plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud.

    My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, where’s the fine print on the ‘motherhood contract’ where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I’d sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.

    (Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three She lives with her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no longer uses public restrooms)

     

  • Empathty and Psychopathy and Politics

     This article is really interesting….and a little scary too! It is long but does help explain the lack of caring for our fellow citizens by those banking and energy company CEO’s that were questioned about their practices in the congressional hearings that were held this past summer. I think many  Republicanshead & brain may lack the ability to empathize….and darn it! Maybe they just can’t help it!!!

    Psychopathy as Competing Value Systems

    by Marcella Mroczkowski

    “Four to five percent of the population is born without a capacity for empathy. It is a neurological lack. A psychopath may be a genius and become a multimillionaire, but he will never be able to understand empathetic values. In fact, because of the grandiosity of these personalities and consequent intense denial they have toward their shortcomings, they are arguably less capable of understanding empathy than a congenitally deaf person is of understanding music. Their minds are closed. Psychopaths treat the empathetic majority as the defective ones and seek relentlessly to remake the world in their own image, to proselytize their viewpoint and values and to “teach” their “defective” empathetic fellows to think like them.

    Unfortunately, they can. A psychopath can never learn to think like an empathetic person. The functioning brain tissue is just not there. But people with a normal capacity for empathy can turn off that capacity and think like psychopaths. To a certain extent, the empathetic do this as a matter of evolution. As studies of war, racism and genocide indicate, humans draw what Martha Stout called circles of empathy. They behave empathetically toward those in the circle and psychopathically toward those outside the circle. However, we are not hardwired for xenophobic violence like chimps. For us it is a function of learning and culture.

    Normally empathetic human beings need linguistic cues to switch to psychopathy mode. The alarm cry of the animal world morphed into the language of demonizing hate. The ancient Greeks and the Founders of our country understood the devastating destructiveness of the language of demonizing hate, particularly to democracies. They called the charismatic psychopaths who excelled at its practice “demagogues.” More recently, neuroscience has provided evidence how demonizing hate radically alters the way the human brain processes information, making subjects immune to reason, increasingly intolerant and even violent and easily manipulated. Most tragically, there is a drug-like pleasure aspect to this process. Subjects in its grip mistake this pleasure for proof they are right and righteous when the opposite is the case.

    This call to demonizing hate is supplemented by ideologies that substitute psychopathic values for compassionate values, including the remaking of accepted ideologies by gutting their compassionate content. Basically, the forces of compassion create the institutions and articulate the values and beliefs that advance civilization, and then the forces of psychopathy work relentlessly to take over those institutions and values and remake them in their own image and to their own advantage. This ideological tug of war is an essential dynamic underlying history and the rise and fall of civilizations.

    The calling card of the psychopathic value system is its Manichean worldview – idealized me versus demonized him, idealized us versus demonized them, reflecting the Echo-Other worldview of the pathological narcissist, of which psychopaths are the most pathological subset. This relentless effort to supplant empathetic values with psychopathic values is blatantly evident in the rightwing campaign to convince people that Adam Smith and Ayn Rand share the same beliefs. Nothing could be further from the truth.

    Ayn Rand’s “Objectivism” is basically a how-to manual designed to teach a normal person to think like a psychopath. First, Objectivism teaches the pupil the basic thinking of the pathological narcissist, to regard his own viewpoint as absolute, objective reality and any other person’s viewpoint, to the extent it conflicts, as a figment, a fantasy that he need not consider at all. Objectivism then proceeds to “elevate” the pupil to true malignant narcissism by demonizing “altruism” – Rand’s term of art for all the empathetic values – and lionizing sadism.

    Adam Smith was a deeply compassionate moral philosopher whose other great work besides “The Wealth of Nations” was “The Theory of Moral Sentiments.” His concept of the free market was not at all that of Ayn Rand or other laissez-faire advocates. Adam Smith did not regard an unregulated market as a true free market: the ruthless and powerful would quickly rig it. Like the Founders, Smith worked to expand and secure the rights of the less powerful. Though Smith and the Founders were minimalists as to government power – what’s the least amount and type of government power necessary to achieve desirable and legitimate ends – they were not anarchists. And they did not go to so much trouble to articulate and defend the rights of ordinary citizens and to design governments that would protect the rights of those ordinary citizens only to throw those citizens and their rights under the bus in the face of the abuse of private power.

    One problem we have in this study is that Smith and the Founders wrote and worked a century or more before the founding of modern psychology and psychiatry. The words “empathy” and “altruism” did not yet exist, although the concept embodied in those terms, in the form of the Golden Rule, is as old as human nature and appears in almost all cultures and religions. The language with which they spoke of these values is somewhat different than the contemporary idiom and this has posed some obstacles to scholarship. It is not difficult to overcome and it must be overcome. This minor linguistic obstacle has also unfortunately provided the advocates of the psychopathic worldview with another advantage. This difference between the deeply empathetic values of Adam Smith and the flagrantly psychopathic values of Ayn Rand is also reflected in devastating changes in this country’s business culture, particularly in the structures and values of the management of our largest corporate enterprises.

    The executives of the Greatest Generation, forged by their experiences in the Great Depression and World War II, were much more compassionate. The structures of corporate governance were built on a system of checks and balances that reflected the institutions of democratic governance. Truly independent boards of directors, empowered shareholders and union-empowered employees acted as a check on management. Liberal or conservative, Republican or Democrat, the executives of the Greatest Generation believed they were building a great nation, not just great companies, and that they had a responsibility to use their power to make this a better nation for all its people, not just line their pockets. Though we started from a much poorer place, the morality of their leadership helped make possible exponential growth in both prosperity and civil rights that uplifted the middle class, the working class and the poor.

    By contrast, today’s large corporations are run like banana republics by tin-pot dictators. The checks and balances are gone. The replacement of the Greatest Generation’s empathetic values with psychopathic values is evident in the manner in which executive salaries have skyrocketed past all possible justification while rank and file wages and benefits have been eviscerated and jobs ruthlessly outsourced. The devastation they have wrought on lives and communities is further exacerbated by their relentless corruption of government at all levels into a kleptocratic source of revenue. They have become intolerable parasites.

    And it is all empowered and reinforced by an ideological juggernaut of psychopathic values and the media machinery of demonizing hate – the very demagoguery that Plato’s “Republic” and the “Federalist Papers” warned us would destroy our republic. The contemporary right has also relinquished any claim to represent the original intent of the Constitution, because they are traitors to its value system.”

    “Whenever I despair, I remember that the way of truth and love has always won. There may be tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they may seem invincible, but in the end, they always fail. Think of it: always.”
    - Mohandas K. Gandhi
     
     
    From Wikipedia:
    Psychopathy was until 1980 the term used for a personality disorder characterized by an abnormal lack of empathy combined with strongly amoral conduct but masked by an ability to appear outwardly normal.
     
    According to Christopher J. Patrick in his ‘Handbook of Psychopathy’ clinicians generally believe that there is neither a cure nor any effective treatment for psychopathy; there are no medications that can instill empathy, while psychopaths who undergo traditional talk therapy only become more adept at manipulating others.
     
    The psychopath has deficits in several areas: interpersonal relationships, emotion, and self-control. Psychopaths gain satisfaction through antisocial behavior, and do not experience shame, guilt, or remorse for their actions. Psychopaths lack a sense of guilt or remorse for any harm they may have caused others, instead rationalizing the behavior, blaming someone else, or denying it outright.
     
    Psychopaths also lack empathy towards others in general, resulting in tactlessness, insensitivity, and contemptuousness. All of this belies their tendency to make a good, likable first impression.
     
    Psychopaths have a superficial charm about them, enabled by a willingness to say anything without concern for accuracy or truth. Shallow affect also describes the psychopath’s tendency for genuine emotion to be short lived and egocentric with an overall cold demeanor.
     
    Their behavior is impulsive and irresponsible, often failing to keep a job or defaulting on debts. Psychopaths also have a markedly distorted sense of the potential consequences of their actions, not only for others, but also for themselves. They do not deeply recognize the risk of being caught, disbelieved or injured as a result of their behaviour.
     
    Researcher Robert Hare, whose Hare Psychopathy Checklist is widely used, describes psychopaths as “intraspecies predators”.[17] Also R.I. Simon uses the word predator to describe psychopaths. Elsewhere Hare and others write that psychopaths “use charisma, manipulation, intimidation, sexual intercourse and violence to control others and to satisfy their own needs.
     
    Hare states that: “Lacking in conscience and empathy, they take what they want and do as they please, violating social norms and expectations without guilt or remorse”.  He previously stated that: “What is missing, in other words, are the very qualities that allow a human being to live in social harmony”.
     
    According to Hare, many psychopaths are superficially charming, and can excellently mimic normal human emotion; some psychopaths can blend in, undetected, in a variety of surroundings, including corporate environments.
     
     
     

  • Where there’s a wedge, there is a way

    My good friend Flo, a retired highschool English teacher, wrote the following letter for the opinion page of our local paper. It was so good….reminded me of Molly Ivins’ style of political commentary. I still miss Molly! Anyway, I think Flo could be another Molly if she really wanted to. I thought I’d share Flo’s letter here. There is food for thought in it.

    Where there’s a wedge

    by Flo M. Lapin

    There’s a wedge o’ watermelon, a wedge o’ cheese, a widget wedge, a political wedge.

     

    The latter is the Republican wedge of choice for taking power back in Washington. The wedge is not a critical issue except that it serves to hopelessly divide our nation.

     

    A recent wedge is a wonderful gift for the GOP. Muslims want to build a mosque on ground zero. And one in Tennessee, and another in California, and one in Texas. It doesn’t really matter where, because people hate what they don’t know anything about and not a single Republican leader has offered anything but misinformation and bigotry.

     

    Defending marriage against homosexuals is a tried and true wedge for votes. Homosexuals threaten the sanctity of marriage, the right asserts. Gay people are out to destroy the very glue that holds our civilization together. Let’s hope that’s not Elmer’s.

     

    When it comes to political wedges, there’s nothing better than the issue of Mexican immigrants. Here they come crossing our border in droves looking for jobs. Worse, once they get here, they want to become Americans.

     

    Wedges or policy? Say, the Obama government has had all of a year and a half to put back together a country left in economic, educational and moral shambles after eight years of Republican control.

     

    Want more?

     

    Well, where there’s a wedge, there’s a way.

     

  • Extremists On Both Sides=Danger

    All these crazy protests against New York’s Muslim citizens’ plan for a community center (which is NOT a mosque but more like our YMCA’s) to be built a couple blocks away from Ground Zero really will reinforce the perception that we’re engaging in a holy war against Islamic people which is EXACTLY what the terrorists and fanatic Muslims have been preaching in order to stir up resentment against the U.S. and gain more followers! We are on the brink of becoming more and more like our fanatic Muslim enemies in denying freedoms to those who differ from us. If it continues, we will succeed in destroying our democracy and freedoms all by ourselves and the terrorists will have won. According to the news, there have been some U.S. Muslims attacked recently….verbally and physically too.

    Our mindless reactions to the imagined dangers and in some cases real fear are a lot more dangerous to us and our way of life than Osama bin Laden’s followers. By the way, the proposed Islamic community center would not be visible from Ground Zero or visa-versa since too many higher buildings would hide it from view. The ultra conservatives in the GOP are hoping to use this as a wedge issue to win more seats in the midterm elections. The under and uninformed can be persuaded all too easily. I hope Democrats will stop being such wimps and speak up and cooler heads will prevail. We have a lot of real problems to solve.

    Lastly, why not let the people who live in NYC decide this issue? We wouldn’t like the people of other states raising hell and dictating to us where and what can and cannot be built in OUR hometown  communities!

  • Remembering V-J Day

    I was just thirteen and looking forward to being in the eighth grade, but I clearly remember that day sixty-five years ago…..August 14, 1945. Like today it was also hot and rainy. I was sitting in the porch swing at our house (really Grandma Bessie’s home where we lived) listening to the factory whistles blowing and the ear piercing cacophony of horns of cars and trucks which were speeding down Madison Street …. the main highway to Indianapolis at that time. And I couldn’t stop smiling! All the neighborhood kids, including me, soon went in to our kitchens to grab pot and pan lids, horns and anything else that we could use to make noise. We then stood on the sidewalks and along the curbs to join in celebrating the end to the war. Japan had surrendered. The price was high. Truman had made the difficult decision to use the atom bomb to end the war and thereby save the lives of American soldiers. August 6th a bomb was used to destroy Hiroshima and on August 9th another atom bomb was dropped on Nagasaki. The Japanese saw the awfulness of war right away and not long after, we all were made aware of the power of this terrible weapon. I hope the inscription on the cenotaph for Hiroshima will be true:

    “REST IN PEACE. THE MISTAKE SHALL NOT BE REPEATED”

    War is always a mistake or….the result of many mistakes….the failures to use diplomacy and reason to settle differences. Truman’s decision? I don’t know. I’ll let historians and God decide that. And yet, I remember at the end of that day so long ago my face actually hurt from smiling all day after hearing the war had ended.

  • My Friendship Garden

      Central Indiana is having a hotter and wetter  summer than usual….wonder if it’s the global warming thing. I’ve been mothering the garden plants, feeding them and giving them extra water daily; for even tho’ we’ve had heavy rains every week this past month, the hot sun dries the ground in between the rainstorms. My two bleeding heart plants look like they’re dying…. from heart attacks or heat stroke? Who knows? I’m hoping the roots will live and the plants will come up again….a resurrection; so I’ll keep feeding and babying them. They were planted in the shade in which they’re supposed to thrive, but even back there in the shade garden the heat is so heavy and oppressive. 

    My new neighbor guys wanted to get rid of the plants next to their front stoop and put in some new shrubs so told me I could dig up whatever I wanted. I took out the huge coral bell which should have been divided last spring…and also the hosta. It was cooler Wed. evening when I tackled these jobs, and I used organic soil and Miracle Grow “Quick Start” to ease their shock of being moved…..but it IS really too hot to transplant. So I will have to baby them until they become established. I’m putting some of the starts of the pink coral bells (left over from the ones transplanted in the garden) in pots until the weather gets cooler. The hosta is a hardy plant so should “make it” even in this tropical weather we’re having.
     
    When I look out at my gardens I see all the plants given to  me by various friends: the purple and yellow cone flowers from Elaine, the lily of the valley from Pauline, the Columbine and Sedum and Hen ‘n Chicks from Jane, the Elephant Ear Hosta from Carolyn, Periwinkle from Susan and Jane, and the maybe someday gigantic tropical elephant ear  plant from youngest daughter in Georgia….and now the Coral Bells from new neighbors Rob and Carey.

    I’ve enjoyed taking photos of the flowers on my deck, in my gardens and the cut flower arrangements. I love making bouquets. My grandma Bessie had such beautiful gardens and would let me arrange flowers and helped me make little corsages for my elementary school teachers. (I would have made A’s anyway, I think…hmmm?) This was during WW 2 when we lived with Grandma and took care of her house and paid the bills so she could stay there. She had no pension  and lived on her small savings. Anyway, having flowers and gardens is a way to reduce stress and make this troubled world seem less harsh and even a bit beautiful   ….. for a little while anyway!