Monday, October 1, 2012

Double standard anyone?

Sharing something I received in an email.

It just occurred to me; With all the noise the media is making about Romney's wealth, I don't recall such bluster and hand-wringing over the Kennedy fortune.

Or, for that matter, John Kerry.
Or the fact that John Kerry gave virtually nothing to charity while Romney gave something on the order of $4 million, in addition to his entire inheritance from his father.

Biden gave less than 1.5% of his income to charity. And Obama pays a lower tax rate than his secretary. Buffett Rule?

Oh. Wait. I just remembered. Romney is Republican.
Kerry and the Kennedys are Democrats.

Also, Romney worked for his money.
Kennedy inherited his.
And Kerry married his.
Obama spends yours on vacations.

Never mind. Nothing to see here folks. Move along.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


After my then new husband and I were married in Villa Rica, GA, we left for a weekend honeymoon in Florida, my first visit to that state. Since our wedding was in the evening and also was delayed for an hour, we stopped in Phenix City, AL to spend the night. Just across the line in Georgia is Ft. Benning, Army training base for brand new soldiers who chose Infantry. I did not and could not have imagined that fifty-four years and a few days later our one and only grandson would be in training at Ft. Benning. Grandpa had served in the Navy, had been out only a couple of years when we married. He would have been proud to be present when his grandson graduates from Army Basic Training, I'm sure. Military service in one branch or the other is a proud tradition in both our families. Most family members did not make the military a career, but some cousins and uncles have done so. I won't say I have no concerns. But I do know that God's angels can watch over my precious grandson even in military service. I will hang onto that and give thanks.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

How few, how little time

Have I injured a Jewish person today? Or anyone else? Never intentionally. But if I remain silent when someone else does, am I guilty, too? To some degree, depending on what is within my power to do or say. Below is an excerpt from a message that hit my inbox yesterday. I was nine days from my third birthday in 1942 when this event took place. An event which resulted in millions of deaths in addition to the Nazi's desired 'final solution'. I'm not three years old now and I have a voice and platform of sorts.

Mike Evans: I will never forget my mother’s words, “Christians hate Jews. Christians kill Jews.” That was all she knew from her family’s history.

It was seventy years ago today that the “Final Solution” was proposed and agreed to at the Wannsee Conference. Ninety minutes—a mere ninety minutes—was all it took for Adolf Hitler’s henchmen to determine the fate of six million Jews. During that period, roughly the time it would take to drive from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv during peak traffic, the Holocaust became a heinous reality.

The date: January 20, 1942.

The place: a beautiful villa in a serene lakeside suburb of Berlin.

The objective: to find a “Final Solution to the Jewish Question.”

Presiding over the conference was SS-Lieutenant General Reinhard Heydrich, Chief of the Security Police and Security Service. In attendance were fourteen high-ranking German military and government leaders, among them Adolf Eichmann. Imagine, over lunch fifteen men in ninety minutes changed the world forever. January 20, 2012 marks the 70th anniversary of that fateful conference. We dare not let this dubious anniversary pass without marking how little time it takes to alter the course of history.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Not green? Puh-leeze!

Time for a rant, I guess. This piece is not original with me, but I think it bears wider circulation. I could be that 'older woman', minus the apology! Comments in parentheses and italics are my own additions. If anyone is offended, talk to me after you've hung a couple dozen diapers on a line in winter as your fingers freeze or washed dishes by hand for fifty years.

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own reusable grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in its day.
(We just 'got 'er done'!)

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn't have the 'green thing' back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right.
We didn't have the 'green thing' in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. (Been there, done that!) Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right.
We didn't have the 'green thing' back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, (if that) in the house - not a TV in every room (plus a computer in every room and several laptops and smart phones). And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right.
We didn't have the 'green thing' back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the 'green thing' back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the 'green thing' back then?