Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Afternoon Delight :)

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Original promo video for "Afternoon Delight" from 1976. This was the only hit in Australia for ...
Currently there is a cute commercial out by Taco Bell that utilizes a #1 hit song of 1976 that I absolutely loved, Starland Vocal Band's "Afternoon Delight".  The commercial capitalizes on the catchy tune and suggestive lyrics to sell their wares.  And the tune IS catchy and it IS suggestive and just plain fun.

We had just returned to the States as this was riding its wave of popularity back in 1976 and of course the airwaves reverberated with this tune.  It was just a few weeks after our arrival in the states and we had a new baby, Joey, moved into our new home, and life was good.  We (Rich and I) still had opportunity now and then to find some afternoon delight, between naps, extended lunch hours, and the demands of work and two little children.  I still smile at those memories....

One day, I was with my Mom, and the song came on and I was surprised to find Mom singing with it.  I remember looking at her and wondering for just a brief moment, if she really knew or understood the lyrics lol!  It was obvious that she did! Lol. Of course she did!  And she caught my glance and we both started to laugh.  Then she shared that it was one of her favorite songs too.  It was one of those moments when you, as an adult, catch a glimpse of your parents as young and carefree, and also as the sexual and intimate partners they are instead of just your PARENTS!  Lol. Rich and I watch the commercial now and there is a couple that are older in it and we just have to chuckle as we remember Mom.   

Sunday, April 6, 2014

April Conference 2014

The past few evenings, as I've prepared to blog, our internet has "gone down".   We've been experiencing power outages and had some terrific thunder storms...perhaps that is the the reason.  It occurs to me, at this moment, that perhaps I could have blogged the pages and posted later...but I don't really know if that works, but it's something I can investigate for future outages.  Again, it would be nice if I understood so much more about the computer. :)

Today was the first day of our annual General Conference.  It consists of a morning session, an afternoon session, and the Priesthood session for the men in the evening.  I always look forward to Conference and this year, the yearning for it seemed intense and l think I'm not the only one who feels this way.  It is not difficult to see, hear, and feel our secular society spiraling out of control...what is good is called bad and what is bad is called good and if you are trying to advocate for righteousness, it certainly feels like stones will soon be cast your way.  Still, there are many, many more who hold similar views and worries, even not of our faith...just too often we're bullied into silence by the other forces.

Conference seemed to address these growing concerns...how to live as a disciple of the Savior and yet also stand immoveable in the winds of our time.  The talks seemed perfectly prepared just for my aching soul.  I can't wait to be able to read them, although I have recorded them.  Today I am eager for the last two sessions...although I feel sad that they are the last two...too bad we can't have the three days of my youth.

Rich and I had gone to Sam's on Firiday, to pick up pies for the Priesthood session.  The men of our two wards usually gather together the hour previous to the session for pie and ice cream.   I had set our dvr to record all of the sessions earlier and had noted that the Priesthood session was going to be on BYUtv - a departure from previous conferences.  I recorded it too and told Rich about it.   Both of us were intrigued, and I was especially hoping it wasn't because of the insipid women who have been clamoring for their right to have the priesthood.  When Rich left for his session, I settled in to watch some hallmark tv and work on some cross stitch.  However, I was interested to know if the change had been addressed at his session.

When he got home, about 10:45 pm (we're on east coast daylight savings time), I asked Rich how his session had been and he was eager to share his thoughts...and about the fun he'd had with his guys with the pie and ice cream.  :)  I finished watching my hallmark movie (10 minutes) and then he wanted me to hear at least the first talk by Elder Dallin H. Oaks so we turned to the dvr...and it was such a great session that we listened to the entire thing!  We didn't get to bed until nearly 1:30!  

There has been a movement from some women in the Church, over the last few years, who've been actively campaigning for the Priesthood.  They've even gone so far as to declare a certain Sunday as "wear slacks to Church day" and have tried to to promote and even encourage women throughout the Church to wear slacks on that Sunday as a push for solidarity.  Largely, I think, it has failed.  There have been a few women who've joined in, mostly because they have been persuaded by the argument but don't really see the dangers of this movement.  The blogs and social media within my circle of friends have mostly ignored this stupidity...somewhat like ignoring gnats.  However, there have been a couple who have been vocal advocates and some who've flirted with the ideas...perhaps in jest...maybe even sarcastically.  Needless to say my hackles go up, my irritation rises, and my alarm bells go off when I hear and read such nonsense because I so worry about those who may be caught in the snares of the adversary.  My life experience has taught me that as women go, we're usually mostly concerned about "micro" issues.  That isn't meant to be condescending or any such thing...it is a fact of life, I think.  We're made that way!  Our concerns are for our families, the here and now, the immediate, the things that affect and effect our lives on the "cellular" level.  We inherently know that "as the family goes, there goes society".  And it is within our sphere that we have any control!  Lol. Rightly, it is where we spend our time, energy, and capital.  It is for the nurturing, protecting, teaching, loving, and development of the most important and helpless among us...our children, our aging parents, and the poor and needy.  We live and work in that "micro-cosm" and that is where our concerns are most often focused.  It isn't to say that we aren't aware of the "macro" - indeed we are, and we see what is happening to the macro and how it is affecting us in the micro...just sometimes...and some would argue that it is most times :)...our advocacy and our urgency for the concerns we face sometimes overwhelms us and we connot see the forest for the trees...the immediacy of our concerns and our focus can cause us to be somewhat myopic, forgetting, not seeing, not understanding, or maybe not even valuing the "macro".  

My life experience has also taught me that men, most often, live and work in the "macro" - literally and figuratively!  Lol  They are also "compartmentalized" - a fact that so often, as women, we deride, minimize, and mock because we easily "multi-task" and mistakenly assume it is superior to the "compartmentalized" focus of men.  Last night, during the Priesthood Session, one of the speakers warned the brethren against "multi-tasking"!  I had to chuckle to myself, knowing that so often, we as sisters, get frustrated by the total focus of our "compartmentalized" men, and they get harassed by us because of it, and yet the irony is that their efforts to multi-task are the exact things that drive us nuts and the Elder was warning about!  Lol. When we're talking to them, we want their full focus and attention!  When we're on a date, we want their full attention!  When we're needing their help, we want and need their full attention!  Poor guys!!!  They can't win for losing!  And we, as sisters, need to appreciate their "compartmentalized" and "100% focused" talents and characteristics...we need to value them...and to recognize that they complete us, make us whole, make us perfect.  Having two "multi-taskers" or two "totally focused and compartmentalized" individuals at the head makes for a lopsided companionship....

As far a guys' macro interests...it seems they are often looking at the micro and seeking to find ways to make life better for all the micros by improving the macro.  A case in point...Brigham Young, when faced with the daunting task of moving thousands of saints to the west, was perfectly aware of his micro tasks, and the micro needs of not only his families, but also the families and individuals of all in his care.  It was those concerns that led him to appoint bishops, captains, etc. over groups so as to provide the leadership and stewardship for the people.  It was his understanding of the micro needs that caused him to create settlements in Mt. Pisgah and Garden Grove that would set up housing, plant crops, and become way stations for the weary travelers.  He also was able to recognize the need for bridges, ferries, water supplies, and trails that would lessen the wear and tear of man, beast, and equipment and devise ways to provide safe passage over prairies, mountains, streams, rivers, and desert.  Quite remarkable really.  And it goes without saying that without a wife caring and concerned for the welfare of the micro, he probably couldn't have focused as well or as easily on the macro.  What a team they made.  Isn't that what every team should be and do?  Each has responsibility, traits, talents, and characteristics that are best suited to get the job done.  I can readily recognize that we can certainly do the others' job, if necessary, but our real skills, aptitude, and interests tend to dictate where we're best suited.  Why is that so difficult for some?

Yes, I know Brigham Young was/is a prophet...obviously he was prompted, directed, and supported by The Lord, but I believe that also, by their very nature, with specific talents, traits, and characteristics suited for the tasks of working for and improving the lives of all in society...men are the builders of bridges, skyscrapers, airplanes, automobiles, trains, railroads, and dams.  They're the microbiologists, pharmacists, engineers, and accountants that's bless the lives of all.  They're the military who provide safety and freedom.  They're our husbands, fathers, grandfathers, uncles, brothers, and sons!  They deserve our respect, admiration, appreciation, and support instead of our derision, anger, and jealousy.  In my experience they appreciate and value what we bring to the table and do everything within their power to support and help us achieve our goals.  Why is it that we don't do the same for them?  Why do some of us seem to think we need to be like them to be valued?  Perhaps it is because we don't value ourselves and the mission we have...not the other way around!  

At the Priesthood session, Elder Oaks taught magnificently about priesthood power, keys, and authority.  At the Women's session last week, they tried to impress upon us, as women and girls, our value and how much we are loved by our Heavenly Father.  However, I came away from that conference frustrated...of course we are love and valued.  Duh?!  I wanted to scream back, "why don't you encourage, inspire, and teach us to love, value, and support the priesthood and priesthood holders?"  That probably wasn't fair.  In retrospect, I believe that they understand that the lack of respect and competition that some in my gender feel is precisely because they don't value themselves or their roles, and they were trying to teach that.  But Elder Scott taught that so beautifully yesterday when he told about the power and influence to two women so important in his life - his mom and his wife...two women that understood what power their influence could have in the micro to affect the macro!  May all of my gender learn that and be grateful for their power and influence and seek to provide the love and support for our partners so deserve and need...without malice, anger, irritation, or mockery.  I pray that all of my daughters, daughters-in-law (really my daughters too...in my eyes...but I know they may not feel that way about me), and granddaughters will understand that their joy and happiness depend on their love and respect for their husbands and for their love, respect, and value of their own roles as daughters, wives, mothers, sisters, aunts, and grandmothers...we have true power and influence to inspire and promote the cause of righteousness if we are true to our very natures!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Turn! Turn! Turn!

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Hmmm...I don't know if I did this correctly...guess I'll find out in a few minutes!  Lol

In the '60's, the folk rock band, The Byrds, released a version of Turn! Turn! Turn!, written by Pete Seeger, and became a #1 hit.  The lyrics were taken from Ecclesiastes, reputedly penned by King Solomon.  I have always enjoyed these passages of scripture and even a folk rock interpretation.  Way back in the '60's, in my teens, with life at my feet, I tacitly acknowledged that growing older would happen...but I certainly didn't think it would happen to me!  Lol. But...sadly...when I look in the mirror...I clearly see that it has....

My Mom used to tell me to cherish the moments of my life.  She started to tell me that when I was just a little girl...and I always thought I was...but time really has continued to march onward and to turn, turn, turn...

Mom knew how important it was to set goals and plan for the future, but she also knew how easily we can get so busy living that we never, ever, really live.  Or...how we can be so excited to experience "someday" that we never, ever, really experience today.  I couldn't wait until I was 8 and could be baptized.  I couldn't wait until I was 10, 11, and 12, when I would be a "gaynote", "firelight", and "merrihand" (the Primary class names for girls when I was those ages).  I couldn't wait until I graduated from Primary (girls had to wait to advance to YW - they advanced as a class at the end of their "merrihand" year, unlike the boys).  I couldn't wait until I turned 14, when I could attend dances in Mutual.  I couldn't wait until I turned 16 and could date.  I couldn't wait until I could graduate and go to college.  I couldn't wait until I got married.  I couldn't wait until we had a baby.  I couldn't wait until the baby (Wanda) would sleep through the night.  I couldn't wait until....  

Mom's counsel was so "spot on".  I always felt like I was cherishing these "moments" but when I look back, I realize I was cherishing, but I was also wishing or hoping or waiting for the next milestone too.  Even in the difficult, tragic, or frustrating moments or times of life, there are blessings and significant things to learn.  How important it is to learn to live in the moment.  To appreciate and cherish what is happening right now.  And, I think that is one of the blessings of the counsel by our prophets, to keep a journal.  I so regret that I was not better in that endeavor, not as consistent as I could have been...should have been.  It seems to me that by journaling we are in essence giving thanks to our Father in Heaven for the blessing of that day and my inconsistency, my procrastination, forgetfulness, or rationalizations are evidence of treating my blessings lightly or not appreciating or recognizing and acknowledging my blessings.  I guess, the fact is, that our lives are gifts from our loving Heavenly Father, and these "turns" are also wonderful gifts.

I am profoundly grateful for our children and grandchildren.  I have no idea why I have been so blessed...but I'm so in love with each of them!  All 42!!!!  :)

I'm grateful for great medical care for both Rich and me.  That includes drs, nurses, physical therapists, lab technicians, acupuncturists, trainers and the fact that we live in a day and time when so much is known that allows them to provide the care we need.

And, I am so grateful for the gospel and the Savior, for living prophets, priesthood power, the scriptures, and for loving parents who loved me.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Elevator/Grocery Store Music

When did the music of my youth become elevator music?  Lol. I was in our local convenience store, Weigels, the other day and the background music was the popular music of my youth...who'd have thought that would EVER happen?  Popular artists and groups such as The Association, The Beatles, Three Dog Night, the Carpenters, Neil Diamond, Neil Sedaka, the Doors, The Monkeys, the Who, Steppenwolf, Iron Butterfly, The Rolling Stones and Mick Jagger, Carol King, Elvis Presley, Tom Jones, Jackson Five, Donny and Marie Osmond, Ingelbert Humperdink, Petula Clark, Lulu, The Everley Brothers...where did the time go?  

One of the first songs I learned on the piano was Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Waters. I loved the soulful chording and while I was perfectly aware that the lyrics probably had vastly different meaning than my attribution...the fact was that they were exactly what I wanted them to be as a sixteen year old.  

I lived in Germany throughout my teens with my family.  After two years in Augsburg, where we only had AFN radio, we moved to the Kaiserslautern area and AFN had tv programming for several hours in the afternoon and evening.  We were so excited to have something of "home."  In truth, the programming was limited to programs that the big three (CBS, ABC, NBC) would loan to the Armed Forces Network to air.  It was usually several years behind stateside programming but we didn't care.  During that period musical variety shows (The Carol Burnett Show, Donny and Marie, Laugh-In, Sonny and Cher, Dick Van Dyke Show, The Ed Sullivan Show,  The Red Skelton Show, and Dean Martin) filled the airways.  The jokes, the skits, the music and performers all gave us a glimpse into an American culture that seemed so far away.  Other programs - Star Trek, old I Love Lucy shows, Mission Impossible, Bewitched, My Favorite Martian, Gunsmoke, The Twilight Zone, Bonanza, Gilligan's Island, Wanted: Dead or Alive, Perry Mason, The Mod Squad, Columbo, My Three Sons, the Fugitive, Rawhide, Disney, The Beverly Hillbillies, Batman, Ben Casey, Burke's Law, F Troop, Flipper, Get Smart, Gomer Pyle, McHale's Navy, Green Acres, Hogan's Heroes, I Dream of Jeanie, Mr. Ed, The Addams Family, The Munsters, The Jetsons, The Rat Patrol, Voyage to the Bottom of thenSea, Wagon Train, The Rifleman, The Flintstones, Petticoat Junction, Outer Limits, Lost in Space, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Dragnet, Combat, Mannix, Maverick, and The Flying Nun and Patty Duke Show were all programs that kept us connected to "home"...even if they were aired AFTER they had been cancelled stateside!  Lol. Ironically many of the tunes from tv programs filtered their way into our culture and our memories, reminding us of our better selves and encouraging the values and principles held by us, as Americans.  

Sunday, March 23, 2014

You're Having My Baby

This has been painful...Cherstin has been trying to walk me through attaching a YouTube video to my blog!  Lol. I don't know if I'm even doing anything but I'm trying to post...so we'll see....

A few years back I posted about learning that I was pregnant with Wanda.  We were in Hawaii, TDY and then heading on to Australia.  I had been sooooo sick and Rich hadn't been able to do anything right!  Lol. The afternoon that I took the pregnancy test at Tripler Army Medical Center, they refused to give us the results and said we had to go back to the Hickam AFB Medical Center to get them.  I hadn't told Rich what we had even gone to Tripler about, except a medical test, but by the time we got there, had the test and they had refused to give us the results and sent us back to Hickam, it was very nearly closing time and we were very worried that we were going to be too late to get the results.  When we walked in, the medic at the desk congratulated Rich...you can imagine his surprise since he hadn't even been fully aware about what we were even testing for.  Lol.  

That evening Rich suggested that we take a drive around the island.  It was August, the day had been very, very warm but as evening descended and the cool island breezes started to blow things started to cool off.  Rich had rented a VW bug for us to get around during our week there and I consented to the drive.  I was soooo tired and soooo sick that for the first little bit I dozed off and on.  We had driven west out of Honolulu and then proceeded north and up around towards Laeie.  As we traveled south towards Honolulu, night was descending and the city lights could be seen below us and we were listening to the radio when Paul Anka's song, "She's Having My Baby" came on.  Rich grabbed my hand and squeezed it and started singing the lyrics to me.  It was magical...and I never tire of hearing the song and remembering that night when we learned that we were going to be parents for the very first time.  While we have always enjoyed the lyrics and the song with each of our children, it is Wanda that I associate the song with...obviously.  

Paul Anka had written the song as a love song for his wife when she was expecting their fourth child.  He released the song in June 1974 and by August it was climbing the charts and would eventually be number one.  He took a lot of heat for the song from the "femi-nazis".  But to me it was a love song that expressed the joy, the hope, the love and the wonder of marriage, pregnancy, birth, a child, and family in one fell swoop.  I love the song.  I love Rich.  I love Wanda and am so glad she came to us...Happy Birthday!!!  And I love that we have been sealed as a family and that each of our children, our children-in-law, and each of our 30 grandchildren are ours for eternity.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Stake Conference

I wonder how many Stake Conferences I have attended in my life.  When I was a young child...until my 20's probably, Stake Conference was held quarterly and usually with a general authority.  In Germany we usually had a member of the 12.  I remember meeting with Harold B. Lee, Boyd K. Packer, Bruce R. McConkie, Mark E. Peterson, Hugh B. Brown, LeGrande Richards and many others.  And, when dad was bishop the first time, it wasn't unusual to receive a call from a general authority at home.  

Today, Stake Conference is held semi- annually, and general authority attendance is more likely a yearly event, and seldom is it a member of the 12, however, the spirit is just as strong and I am taught just as effectively.  This session of conference is themed, "Hastening the Work."

I ALWAYS enjoy the Saturday evening session more than the Sunday session...don't know why...just do.  And, tonight's session is no exception.  Joe Stanley, one of the young men in our ward, was the first speaker.  Joe joined the church about a year and a half ago due to the influence of one of the young women in our ward.  He is a senior this year and is preparing to go on a mission as soon as he graduates from high school.  Joe's talk was about his conversion and the things he is doing to "hasten the work."  I always enjoy his talks and for a couple of months I subbed in seminary and he's an outstanding student and young man.  He reminded us that the thing that drew him to Becca was that she was happy - all the time!  Lol. Throughout the session his remarks were referenced as to our need to be happy. :)  

Another speaker was Jennifer Hughes.  She runs the Knox Area Mormons Facebook page and she talked about using social media to "hasten the work."  It was enormously entertaining and extraordinarily informative.  There is certainly more I can/should do in this arena...but again...my lack of expertise in the tech realm certainly hinders me! Lol

Another speaker I really enjoyed was President Hurley's wife.  She spoke with the youth in mind but more about the courage we must have to stand for truth and righteousness, owning our own testimonies, and the bullying tactics of those who would like to silence our voices.

The congregational hymns selected were "Behold, a Royal Army" and "Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel."  Again, both reminders that we're the Lord's army and that we have a great work to do to bring our Heavenly Father's children back to Him.  

Someone in the session reference D&C 4.  My mind immediately went to a piece of music that our ward choir in El Centro sang often, including at both Joey and Phil's farewells and homecomings..."The Work and the Glory."  It was written by Gerald Lund's wife as an appendage to his 9 volume series, " The Work and the Glory."  I love the song and I love the series. It evokes strong emotions for me and very tender memories.  It was one of the first songs that Cherstin learned to play on the violin and I remember her using it to audition for mrs. Lange.  The books were largely responsible for our quest to take the trips to church history sites and furthered our knowledge and understanding of the gospel, church history, and to the life changing principles of "the work."  

Music

I was talking to Wanda the other day, about our proposed family newsletter.  In the course of that conversation we meandered through the maze of memories and family history.  She shared the desire to have more memories from Rich and me and something that had been discussed in her Institute class about thematic memories for sharing and passing on those memories.

I have found myself thinking about that conversation over and over and wondering how I might do that considering my limited tech expertise.  I thought about the beautiful job that Kathryn, Mike's mom, has done in creating DVDs with music and photos for their children...that's waaaaaayyyy out of my realm of expertise.  Lol. I have wondered how I can capture the essence of memories of my and our lives and know that it has to be within my realm of capability.  I have finally decided that it would be wonderful if I could learn how to do what I envision...but that may or may not happen...but at least I can write those memories down.  So, I've decided that for a few posts I will be addressing the theme of music.

My earliest memories of music are the lullabies that my mother would sing and hum to me and my brothers.  I have no actual recollection of anything specific but I remember the peace and love and security I felt...even when I was 12 and 13 and she would rock Chad.  It's interesting to me that I'm pretty sure her touch and voice were soothing to Chad...but they were particularly soothing to me.   

However, I remember that Mom used to share that Chad, as he got older, would ask her NOT to sing.  In some way I think she thought it might be a repudiation of the quality of her voice...but I always found her voice beautiful.  She usually sang second soprano or alto in a group, but she always had a clear and lovely toned melody.  I also remember that Mom played with us and sang the nursery rhymes of babyhood...things like "Wee Willie Winkie," "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," or "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and the childhood songs of "Jumbo Elephant," "Ten Little Indians," or "The Crocodile Song."  The power of her example and the feelings that I had as I watched and participated in her efforts definitely had an influence in my efforts as a young mother and even as a grandmother.

Being the oldest child, my musical exposure as a child was mostly informed by my parents and the things that they listened to, at least until my teens.  My parents had a "stereo" and I grew up listening to the music of "Oklahoma," The King and I," "South Pacific," "State Fair," "Carousel," "My Fair Lady," "Show Boat," and "Singing in the Rain."  In fact, friends across the street, Sherry and Vicki Stephens, would come over to my home and we would "choreograph" dances to the music and put on shows for other neighborhood kids with the front room window being our "screen" to our stage in the living room.  I know...it was probably pretty bizarre...however, these are the same friends that I used to ride my bicycle with...with strips of diapers braided into 40" braids bobby pinned to our hair as we pretended to be riding horses as cowgirls! Lol

My father also loved music...although I don't really ever recall him singing.  However, he was often heard whistling, and he was really, really good at it.  One of his favorite songs to whistle was "Itsy, Bitsy, Teeny, Weeny, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini."  Lol.  I still smile at the memory.

In my early teens I remember Dad coming home and telling Mom he wanted her to write down some lyrics and try to write the tune to a song that he thought could be a great hit.  He then whistled the tune for Mom and we all started to giggle...it was already a very popular tune!  "Downtown" sung by Petula Clark and heard on the radio every hour!