Showing posts with label My Life - Layton. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

One Penny

I have been thinking about "little things" lately. I had been in line at the store when a gentleman ahead of me pulled out of his pocket some change. When he did many of the coins went rolling and he and I quickly bent down to retrieve them. The quarters and nickels and dimes were picked up first. As all the "big stuff" was collected he was less concerned about the pennies. I was still trying to collect them when he just waved his hand saying, "don't worry about them." I have thought about that on and off, wondering if that is kind of a type for what is happening in our country now.

When I was a young child my Mom would often see a penny or some other coin on the ground and encourage me to "see a penny, pick it up...all the rest o' the day good luck" (it went something like that LOL) or "a penny saved is a penny earned." And a penny was worth something back then - a candy bar probably twice the size of our current .89 bars was only a nickel (I say probably twice the size because I can twice remember candy makers cutting their sizes). The premium candy bars - Mounds, Snickers, Milky Way, etc. were a dime. An individual sized bag of chips or Fritos was a dime, as was Twinkies or Fruit Pies. I remember my Mom and Dad buying gasoline at the corner gas station where the station attendant checked your oil, washed your windows, and filled the car while you paid .19 a gallon. A first class stamp was .04. Milk was about .20 a half gallon, as I recall. And my folks paid $10,000 for their home. When we moved to Germany in 1966 my Dad earned $600 a month - and we thought that was wonderful.


When Rich and I first married we bought a new car - his was a stick shift and I didn't know how to drive it - a 1973 Ford Maverick. It was a great car. We called it "Morty" - don't ask me why - we just did LOL. But we paid about $3000 for him. The hotel we stayed in, in Oklahoma City on our way to South Carolina, (it was a nice hotel) cost us $12 - that is compared to the DIVE we stayed in the first night we got married that cost us $7 - it was a dollar extra because we chose a TV! (We actually had to go down to the manager's office and roll the tv back to our room - and - oddly enough I don't think we even turned it on! LOL) Our first home in 1975 cost us $26,000. Having a baby cost $600 - that was the cost of the hospital, anesthesiologist, physician, everything for an average 3 day stay. If it was a complicated birth requiring a C-section, the price went up to $1000. You paid those costs over the course of your prenatal care so that when the baby was due everything was taken care of. Most people didn't have insurance - that was just the way things were done.


Obviously prices have risen over the course of my life - a penny or two at a time. However, I was around when the super-inflation of the 1970's - 80's hit. It wasn't pretty then. We bought our first home at 8% interest. We bought our next one 3 1/2 years later at 11% - it had climbed from 9% to that 11% in the time it took us to build it - we sold it without ever moving in - the interest rate made the payments prohibitive. We found a home in Salt Lake that qualified for an FHA 235 loan at the 11% rate but the government program subsidized the interest which allowed us to once again purchase a home. A few months later people in our neighborhood moved in and ended up having loans at 17 and 18%. Then people started to lose their jobs and the market faltered. Many of the homes in our neighborhood were foreclosed on and families struggled to make it during that time.

While those times were no where near as bad as that of the depression - they were difficult. I am afraid for what very well may be ahead of us now. President Obama came out with the budget for 2011 - a whopping $3.83 TRILLION budget! That is at least $1.27 TRILLION more than the government will take in, with taxes on everything conceivable item and activity and assumptions that will be nearly impossible to meet. Nearly 4 TRILLION dollars - how many pennies is that????? I am very anxious that the debt that is being incurred and the spending that is spiraling out of control is going to bring us to an economic disaster that will make the depression look like a mild downturn.

When Elder Oaks came to our Stake in Westminster to change the Stake Presidency he talked to us very candidly about the economy. He urged us all to get our food storage, get out of debt, learn how to garden and put in fruit trees, berries, and nuts, learn how to sew and repair homes and cars. He talked about inflation and how much of our (the U.S.) debt is held by foreign countries (especially China). As he spoke I remembered being in Germany and my brothers and I found a 1,000,000 DM note and being so excited - we thought we had just won the lottery LOL - but my Dad told us that the money was worthless. We couldn't really understand how that could be. He then gave us a small economics lesson and told us that during the height of that inflationary period a wheelbarrow full of 1,000,000 DM notes couldn't buy a loaf of bread. We just couldn't wrap our minds around that. He then cautioned us that that time would come again and to make matters worse there might actually be nothing to buy with our money either. As I write this my mind floats back over our trip to East Germany with the kids and giving them the $10 to spend however they wanted - and there was NOTHING to buy!

What are we doing to ourselves?????? And to make matters worse we are hamstringing ourselves with bureaucratic red tape, regulations, and law suits that strangle the spirit out of us - it boxes us in, crippling us so that we can move quickly enough to the quickly ever changing market forces that are now global in scope instead of just national or local. Why take the risks to start a business or expand one if you have a hassle on every side or will be sued or pay everything back in taxes? This is crazy!

I just can't understand why we need a Department of Education, and EPA, the EEOC... The layers and layer of bureaucracy, waste, and money - who are we joking? We are bankrupt! We have been borrowing from the Chinese and they don't even want to underwrite our debt now! You don't keep spending when you don't have it! You can make a case for any of the programs or expenses that the government is doing - but that isn't the test. There are precious few things that our constitution calls for...the rest are nice...but not essential! And if it isn't essential - WE DON'T NEED IT!!! WE CAN'T AFFORD IT!!!!


I have been reading Sarah Pallin's book, "Going Rogue." I like one of the attitudes that is so on display in it - she talks about the sacred trust of "the people's money" and how she wanted everyone in her administration in Alaska to remember that this wasn't just money that grew on trees or that just came out of an ATM - it was the hard earned dollars and CENTS of the people. It reminded me of when I was Stake Relief Society President - I had gone with my Stake President to a training meeting in San Diego where we learned about church welfare. I was impressed with a statistic that the General Authority gave us about how well managed the Lord's funds were - at that time they believed that our Bishops throughout the Church were benevolently caring for the poor but were mindful that these were the sacred funds of the Lord and that there was only about a 3% waste. How sad that Washington, D.C. and our state and local governments don't seem to even recognize the sacred trust that they hold! It is like they think there is some kind of account that just magically fills for whatever pet project or whim they have!


Perhaps even more scary is what as happened to us - one little thing at a time - one little attitude at a time. Quickly we have come to believe that it is the government's role to provide cars, houses, daycare, healthcare, education, jobs for our citizens.... More and more we have come to believe that we can't do these things for ourselves. And, we have become more and more complacent and willing to just turn over our money as our contribution. More and more we have turned over our sovereignty, our free will, to act for ourselves, to choose what we will do. We are becoming enslaved and we will rue the day that we bought the lie that government could do these things for us better or easier than we can do for ourselves.

Every year in Seminary you have the opportunity to teach about the Lord's plan, the United Order, the law of consecration. Every year you have an opportunity to expose Satan's counterfeit plans of socialism, communism, and fascism that have been introduced (usually just about the same time as the Lord's plan is being introduced) and to show the differences between them and teach about the outcomes. I just didn't ever think that I would see such a naked attempt to bring about these counterfeit plans in our own country so quickly and be so promoted and adored by so many of our citizens. I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone!

Our government, that was inspired by the Lord for this promised land, has been corrupted and is now promoting the coveting of our neighbor's property and if our neighbor has the good sense to want to hang on to his money and property (believing that he earned it and it is his to do as he chooses) our government is trying to smear him with lies and falsehoods - and if that doesn't work they are advocating the outright theft of his goods! And what is so appalling is that so many are taken in by the lies - they are actually believing that it isn't "fair" for someone to have more than another! How is it possible that we have sunk this low this fast? It wasn't that long ago that everyone I knew believed in an honest days work for an honest days pay, helping someone in need, that you got ahead in life by working hard and doing your best - being prepared for the opportunities when they came your way, being honest, the little things - that if you saved the pennies then the dollars would follow.

Perhaps that is one of the problems in our current situation - the numbers are just so huge that you get to the point that you just can't believe that one penny is all that important. But it is.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

The Civil War

Today Rich went out with me while I shopped for fabric. I know he is getting better because this is the first time that he has felt like coming with me to run errands. He has come with me to Sam's or WalMart - but not for any length of time - but today we have been gone the entire day.

This morning I finally found a pattern that I wanted to do for Kathy Hickman. I feel a little guilty about pursuing it rather than doing my sweet grandkids' quilts - but Kathy is doing Chemo NOW and so I was pleased to finally come up with something. The gal that was helping me was talking about the quilt guild that she belongs to and the fact that one of the gals is doing a Civil War Block of the Month quilt using Civil War period reproduction fabric. I really think it will be nice to do that for Rich, especially since it is the 150th anniversary coming up. Each block will represent a battle of the war and a history of the battle will accompany the instructions and the fabric.

I had heard one woman in the shop talk with excitement about the fact that "WE'RE celebrating our 150th year this next year!" Rich and I chuckled a bit about that little piece of trivia as we noted that it might be possible that someone in the North would be marking this historic event, but people out West will have no clue and will not even care - but here in the South - it is a BIG deal!

Rich has loved all things Civil War, War Between the States, or The War of Northern Aggression for as long as I have known him - and probably 20 years beyond that! LOL He has a Confederate Flag (with a few battle scars courtesy of Joseph :) and has loved going to battle sites (such as Gettysburg, Ft. Sumter, Atlanta, etc.) and re-enactments. He loved living in Sumter and taking the kids out to the "broom factory" that was housed in the old infirmary and the site of the last place that a Union soldier was killed in battle. Or driving to Charleston to visit Boon Hall Plantation. I think that was one of the charms of living on Stamey Livestock - there were mornings and evenings when you felt that if you sat very still you could see the armies amassing through the trees.

In fact, we had one of our worst and stupidest arguments over the "cause of the Civil War." Rich was in college at Weber and had a paper due in his history class. These were the days before computers and so every paper had to be typed, double spaced, with no errors or typos. On a computer that is quite easy to do - but on a typewriter that is no small feat. I was by far the faster and better typist in the family and since my role has always been "editor-in-chief" I was the one typing his paper. As I read it I got more and more frustrated with his premise - he believed (and still does!!!!) that it was over States Rights. I, on the other hand, believed (and still do!!!!) that this was a moral issue and that if the South had not had slaves and built their economy on their backs there would never have even needed to be a discussion about States Rights let alone a war! Needless to say we did not see eye to eye, each trying to convince the other of the correctness of their position. At one point I tore up his stupid paper (it had typos in it and that would have had to happen anyway - ssshhhh!) and told him that he could type his own paper as I was not going to be party to such heinous justification of sin! Well, eventually we agreed that we would never agree on this issue - and it has become great amusement for our memories - and I did type his paper, and he did get an A, and his professor did agree with him - and that just goes to show how stupid they are! LOL

When we moved to El Centro he was so impressed with Joey's knowledge that the Battles of Bull Run and Manassas Creek were one and the same. However, he was not impressed that his history teacher did not know that and marked his answer wrong on a test! But we was impressed that Joey took it up with the head of the history department (Brother Isaacson) and he took care of that!

He has shared time and again (probably much to Desi's consternation) the fact that Desi spent one summer caring for Greg and Wendy Byers' children as a nanny. Desi would often tell us that the kids were playing in a little creek in a field behind Greg's home in Virginia. What he found so amusing was that when we went to Virginia to pick Desi up Rich learned that the little creek was Manassas Creek. The significance was totally lost on Desi (and the rest of us as well) but he loved it and of course we took a tour of that battlefield.

Ironically we learned a few years ago that his great-great grandfather, John Bainbridge (an immigrant from England living in New York), enlisted in the Union Army. He was later wounded in the battle of Vicksburg and died in Washington, D.C. of his wounds, leaving behind his widow and two young sons, William and Emmett. John loved his new country and was willing to fight for her. Eventually he paid the ultimate price. The cost of freedom isn't free. Perhaps there is a reason for Rich's love of all things Civil War after all.