Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree....
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Traditions
As I was looking through the past 9 family Christmas photos I realized that some things don't change ... like the horrible lighting in the cultural hall, or my hair, or the fact that apparently we never miss a ward Christmas party. Some things do change, like the back drop gets better each year, our red shirts change and sometimes get reused and the kids get older. This year when we realized that Dustin didn't even own a red shirt to add to the Christmas theme so he settled for a 4th of July t-shirt. Until next year!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The GIFT ...... a long post but WORTH the read
Isaiah 41:17
"When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not a forsake them. "

Mrs. S. & Daria
When I first met Mrs. S. Daria's pre-AP language arts teacher during parent teacher orientation I wasn't sure what to think. This woman was spicy, direct, and passionate, which I liked. Passionate is probably an understatement. I sat in orientation with my head swimming hearing words like - ultimate gifts, impoverished people, gangs, violence, gardens, ministry, and callings. I didn't really hear anything related to language arts, yet, it sounded so awesome and over the top all at once. Was this even real or should I be worried? Parents whose older kids had Mrs. S. in previous years repeatedly said how her class changed their child's life. Quite frankly at first it scared the dickens out of me... but I knew this would be something good for Daria.
Let me tell you about Mrs. S. She had a rough childhood, lived through the darkest aspects of humanity and in her own words, "through the grace of God was given the chance to make it through it and has dedicated herself to making a difference." She feels that this is her ministry, to make a difference through teaching her students. I would come to find that ultimately she is 100% genuinely passionate about each individual student, she's been known during difficult situations to stand outside her room and say a prayer for a student who is struggling, or stand down the toughest parent who is not willing to teach his child responsibility. This woman really should have been on the CNN heroes of the year. While she makes no bones about the fact that she is Christian and that what she does is because of Jesus Christ, her ministry is to help her kids understand that there are those out there with greater needs and that they can do something about it not to glorify themselves but to glorify God. Thus every book this year that they will read will focus on people who face challenges such as poverty, gangs, bullying and violence (all age appropriate of course).
Daria & her cousin work at clearing underneath the Pecan trees.
Mrs. S. tackles it by incorporating the book "The Ultimate Gift" into her curriculum, with the support of the school Principal. There are 12 gifts from the book that the students will do/learn. The first was the gift of work ... 6 hours of back breaking labor ... for free, and it can't be something they normally do as their regular chores at home.
the dreaded cattle trailer
Daria goes to work
That's when Daria spent 3 hours power washing the cow pooh off of her grandpa's cattle trailer, clearing leaves and branches underneath the Pecan trees and spent a day loading up wood. It was not a pretty sight. There were tears and tantrums and to say Daria learned a lesson about hard work and service would be an understatement.
The second gift which is what this post is really about was the gift of money. Each student was given a 5 dollar bill and they were required to make that 5 dollars grow. How much it grew and how they made it grow was up to them. Daria chose to cook dinners, clean, or organize, for our neighbors for a fee.
Mrs. S. looks on as her students listen to the Living Water presentation.
On Tuesday of this week parents were invited to the school to celebrate the "Gift of Money" with Mrs. S.'s three classes. How much money do you think sixty 11 and 12 year old students in the "it's all about me stage" earned? Take a wild guess .... a whopping $11,507.00! they cleaned, baked, road bikes for pledges, made jewelry, raked lawns and the list goes on.
The students chose two organizations to send the money to. The first being "Living Water International" http://www.water.cc a Christian based ministry that over the past 20 years has completed over 9,000 water projects in 26 countries. Daria's 6th grade class earned enough money to have one well drilled and built in Ethiopia by the end of 2011. The second organization was AIM, another Christian ministry which provides sports equipment and sports camps to impoverished children in the Dominican Republic and Haiti. These kids are amazing.
Daria helps carry water that equals the weight a woman will carry walking up to 7 miles a day to get dirty water to drink.
As I stood there in the school library already amazed at the amount of money that was earned I realized that maybe we have already received the "ultimate gift". A teacher who is making a difference in Daria's life. But Daria isn't the only one who's received a gift. This Tuesday during the celebration I received a gift. I experienced something real, something rare and something worthwhile and yes something that has to do with God and in a very very cool way.... at school. Something that would probably spark debate, but if debated, miss the pure awesomeness of the magnitude of the situation.
There are politics and opinions that we swim in the murky disagreement of on a daily basis and in so doing often miss poignant real moments that transcend beyond the political correctness of our time .... the poignant moments that just for a second allows us to enjoy how simple things really can be, that every good thing doesn't have to be complicated and up for debate. Read on.
Examples of water that impoverished countries often drink from. Daria held up the Cyclosporiasis sample.
The representative for A.I.M. reminded the kids not to believe the myth that teenagers are lazy and can't make a difference. Here was proof. Three classes out of 32 made a huge difference. He reminded them that they were born to change the world. He used a basketball to remind them that they were created in the image of God, he fills you with the air, you were made to bounce, you were made to make a difference.
The assistant principle Mr. M. (who I swear only looks about 18) spoke about a mission trip he went on to Uganda during the summer and reminded the students to "let their light shine", that even the smallest, tiniest light can overpower darkness.
There was not a dry eye in the crowd. I almost could not believe I was standing in a school. I felt grateful, I felt empowered, and I felt uplifted, and for the first time this season I felt the true Christmas spirit. But most of all, it felt so good to hear people be able to express their beliefs without some political correctness hanging over our heads. It was simple, it was real. No matter what the debate, no matter what the religion, these kids chose these two Christian organizations, and that is ok. It doesn't mean that other non-Christian organizations aren't as important or don't do as great of service. Just for the record, in a school filled with students of various relgions, she has never received a complaint.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Who Knew ?
Have you ever played the game "Whoonu?" you know the one where you ask questions and find out all sorts of things about the person you are playing with.
As a parent it seems that we are frequently in the real life game of "Whoonu" as our children grow, change and become more of their own individual.
For instance, Daria has never been a team oriented sports person and has never been interested much in athletics. As a young girl she enjoyed dance until her interest turned almost totally toward piano. No need to be physical there. You will almost never find her near a ball unless it's 4-square or a short game of around the world with the basketball. As a parent there were times when I wondered if this was ok as I watched other little boys and girls go off to play t-ball, soft ball, or soccer. Isn't that what all kids do? Of course I know they don't but when your children are little you always wonder what they will end up liking or wanting to do.
This past year I've started to see where Daria's interests and strengths are when it comes to sports or athletics and sometimes it surprises me but always it impresses me. For the record, Daria is more athletic then I thought she was, just in a different way. She was extremely natural and good at Tae Kwon Do, mastered the rip stick within moments, and excels as a swimmer. In fact she is a fast quiet swimmer.
Lately she ventured into three other sports that I never would have guessed her for. The first was jogging around the block with me. I was impressed. Second, after volunteering at Cub Scout Day camp she was able to shoot BB guns and Archery. She was good at both but was very natural at archery and she liked it a lot. So much so that she said she might be interested in getting a bow. During the Boy Scouts 100th anniversary celebration, Daria made sure she had a chance to shoot some arrows. Lastly, on a whim, she had the opportunity to go rock climbing with her grandpa during our summer vacation. Grandpa (my dad) is an experienced rock climber and has taught others including children before. My gut response is that rock climbing would be in Daria's category of "FEAR." However, surprisingly she trusted Grandpa and amazingly did quite well considering it was her first time climbing and using tennis shoes instead of climbing shoes.
Who knows where these interests will take her or which ones she will continue to do. During the summer she conquered a 20 mile bike ride from 9100 ft to 9700 ft and some of it in freezing rain. Maybe bicycling will be on her list but as for now she did say she would like to take dance again.....
This was the "beginner" rock my dad wanted to take the kids on. Ok, ok, so it's not a beginner rock. The beginner rock already had people on it and my dad felt the kids would still do fine on this one so they went for it. Talk about trial by fire!
Grandpa belaying Daria
I love my camera and lens. Oh wait, this isn't about my lens, uhm great shot Daria, straight up!
Did I say I love my camera lens? I was down on the ground. Daria was not. Thank you 70-200!
When I looked up at her I wondered what her other grandparents would think of their granddaughter doing this .... I think they would think it was cool.
Coming down
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I ran for the first time today. I've never considered myself a runner. I've never even considered running. In fact for most of my life I've thought that running was about the most ridiculous form of enjoyment or exercise. I mean, who in their right mind would want to run and run and run?
Funny how we change. Maybe it's my age. I don't know. I do know that my dad started running in his 30's, and many of my friends began to be interested in their 30's. Of course, I'm only in my 20's (LOL) So it is with me, a handful of years ago I had shallow thoughts of thinking that, well, running just might be sort of fun. Hhmmmm. I put that thought off for awhile. Until just a few months ago. Some friends invited me to participate in the summer SEALs competition. Uh, did I say competition? yeah right. I'm still not sure if I am capable of that. Crunches, I can do, pull ups, well I might be able to do that, push-ups no problem, running, well I'm willing to try, swimming, hhmmm, that one will need a lot of work. Either way if I participate or not, I'll get conditioned and will for sure participate next year.
Good friend Melanie meets me at the track. It's 7:30am and over cast, YES! for a first day running, I'm glad it's not sunny. Even though I exercise 5 days a week, that doesn't make me a good runner. For the record, I exercise in a nice air conditioned room with a fan. Further more I've never been much of a team sports athlete (although I learned to overcome my fear of getting hit by balls a few years ago and played volleyball with the ladies at church. It was actually fun) and the joke in our home is that I probably couldn't even run to the mailbox.
Well, I'm here to say, I ran about 3/4 of a mile this morning. At first I would run and just walk one of the turns, later I walked both turns, but for the most part I ran, and I surprised myself. Who would have ever thought? I felt good and I'm ready to try again.
Update September 26, 2010
Ok, yes this post is extremely overdue. I thought I might give an update on my running. I've learned as all of my friend's have told me that if you run, get good shoes and comfortable clothes. I agree, it works. The picture on this page is of my wild running shoes. Buying those was a story in itself. Long story short, I LOVE my running shoes ... they were worth the cost.
I never thought I would look forward to running .... but I do. I can do a consistent mile without stopping and will continue to get past the beginner stage and push to go further.
Sometimes when I run I feel like I'm cruising, sometimes my legs can go further but my lungs can't and sometimes my lungs can go further but my legs can't.
I didn't participate in the summer SEALs but my goal is to participate next year. Melanie and Nicole finished with super great times. I came on board too late in the prep which would have set myself up for a less than stellar result. I figured if I'm going to do it I'm going to be prepared. I know what is required now and at least I've got most of it down. Now I just need to lower my running time and work on the swimming .... until next year GO SEALs!
I still can't believe I enjoy running.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
One such story is that of Jake McNiece, a name that may sound unfamiliar to most of you, but not to the halls of history and the great Second World War.
I had the great honor of meeting Jake this week when Ken, the kids, and I visited Martha and Jake in their home for about an hour, which in my mind was absolutely too short. I am forever grateful for their willingness to let complete strangers into their home as they greeted us at the door with hugs and handshakes.
So who is Jake and what did he do that was so important? According to Jake he did the same thing every other soldier did. Fought a war. Like many, Jake was just a young man from a small town, lived through the depression and dust bowl, and in his own words "joined the military only to help fight the war, and do his part and put an end to it."
But something interesting happened. Jake made history, in some unimaginable and legendary ways. Let me backtrack a bit. Jake McNiece was a paratrooper in the 506th, 101st Airborne division. He is the founder of the legendary "Filthy Thirteen". The picture above shows Jake (on the right) the day before they made their jump into Normandy on D-Day. That picture immortalized Jake and his unit and spawned inacurate stories from "a band of dirty Indians", "convicts", and even as far as a movie being made titled "Dirty Dozen." For the record, none of that information is correct. The only one who was close to Indian was Jake who has Indian ancestry, and none were convicts. The movie was highly inaccurate mostly because Jake refused to endorse the movie as he didn't want to earn blood money on his dead comrades. Hollywood in its usual manner created an outlandish war story sprinkled with a few facts.
A paratrooper (demolition/saboteur) had one of the most dangerous jobs in the Army, in fact so dangerous that initially it was all voluntary. The Army estimated that the average life span of a paratrooper was one and a half jumps, or 50% casualties. That's because for the most part when they were jumping out of those planes, they were being shot at from the ground. Sounds a bit like a demented form of target practice to me. Jake said their unit actually experienced up to 70% casualties. When he was in the Pathfinders they had a casualty rate of 80%. The Army would put ten men in a "stick" as Jake liked to call it, because they figured they would lose 8 of the men which would leave 2 to do the job efficiently. On his first jump over Normandy for D-day, the pilot in his friend Jack's plane had already been shot in the head and killed. Not a great way to start your mission. If you made the jump then you had to stay alive long enough to fight the enemy face to face, all while trying to blow up enemy bridges or targets with only the explosives that you brought along with you.
Without recounting the whole book, Jake made an unheard of 4 combat jumps in 4 major campaigns. During his Army career he was constantly in trouble, so much so that regardless of the fact that he was in charge of men on the ground and technically an acting Sergeant, was pivotal in these campaigns, and earned numerous awards and medals, never made it past Buck Private, something he is actually very proud of. (To understand that you have to understand that Jake believed that a man should earn respect and never joined the Army to salute some higher up, stand in formation or all those intricacies of Army life, he joined to get the job done. The Army was in constant turmoil with Jake but in all reality knew they could not let him go. There wasn't a General out there that could get rid of Jake. In fact, when he volunteered for the Pathfinders he said (with a laugh) "it was about the only place the Army could kill you legally if they had no other way to do it."
We talked candidly and one learns quickly that Jake honors and reveres all those who fought and died in the war. He said plainly "War is hell, there were over 400 thousand who lost their lives and over 80 thousand still missing... when I visit the VA and walk the halls and see all the young vets from Iraq and Afghanistan missing limbs, it's hell, most of the public doesn't see that."
I wondered as I often do, how so many WWII veterans, who saw and experienced such horrible things, were able within reason to live productive successful lives, yet we see soaring numbers of PTSD cases affecting our troops today. Jake agreed and didn't hesitate to answer when he said "I believe that the Great Depression and Dust Bowl was ultimately a gift from God that prepared us and our nation to fight the war that we would be faced with. We learned some hard lessons. The current generation has not lived through extreme rough times which prepare you to face challenges." Martha also reminded us that the whole nation participated whether at home or abroad. Jake makes no excuses though and admits that he still has nightmares, but then again he said that every combat veteran has nightmares, but it doesn't deter him from enjoying life.
In the end Jake McNiece really isn’t about what he did, but stands as a witness of the 1000’s of stories that have gone untold from the war. When I asked Jake to sign my copy of his book, he asked if I had anyone in my family who has served. I explained that my grandfather served in WWII and my dad served in the 60’s. With that, Jake’s signature in the book was simple “Thank you for the service of your family.” That in itself lands Jake in my book of “ultimately cool hero.”
But let me clear something up. Here was a man who despite his wild ways as a young man (he gave that all up shortly after the war) led a successful, happy productive life, is quite soft spoken yet still has that witty blunt sense of humor that I believe helped him face insurmountable odds during the war and who at the young age of 91 devotes much of his time traveling to speak to groups about the paratroopers of the 101st Airborne.
In Jake's book he jokingly says that he survived because he was a trouble maker and the Lord didn't want him causing trouble in Heaven or Hell. As we wrapped up our conversation Martha mentioned that Jake has been living on borrowed time since 1945. I turned to Jake and said "well, maybe the Lord still can't figure out where to put you!" which made all of us laugh.
To end let me tell a bit about the photograph. The Filthy Thirteen photograph above shows Jake on the right, putting paint on one of the men's faces. I think his name was Manie. He never made the Normandy jump but died later in the war. True to Jake's antics and constant wild ideas and behavior, the reason for the Mohawk was simple. If Jake was going to fight in this war he was going to make the best of it, and decided that since he was from Oklahoma and that Indians would paint their faces before going into battle, he shaved his head and put on war paint. This must have also helped with the anxiety of the men who within hours may or may not be alive. It was this shot that immortalized the "Filthy Thirteen."
Thank you Jake for telling your story. Our generation needs to hear it.
Finally, thank you to my husband and children who support me as I chase down these 80+ year old men (and sometimes women) of the greatest generation to capture their faces and stories. I love doing what I do and like Hugh Nibley once said of those who love history "I love to learn something old everyday."
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Life and times #2
The look of excitement from a boy with a new pellet gun
Meet Joe, G.I. Joe and his 1964 jeep.
I had to include this picture, which strangely seems to have something to do with the first picture on this post. You know the one with Daria looking so sweet and kind with Joe. Not sure what happened to him but this picture looks oddly suspicious.

































