Wednesday, August 26, 2009
My Grandma Dot, served as a nurse in the Red Cross during WWII. She went into the concentration camps and helped to save those who had been trapped inside. She once hid in a building, behind enemy line, with 2 fellow nurses while Nazis came in searched the building. They never found her. Her service earned her the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
She has numerous songs and poems memorized. She was on Jeopardy and was a great golfer. When we were out to lunch or anywhere in the community she knew everyone. She had a great collection of children's books and inspired me to start collecting when I was young.
She is now in wheel chair and has dementia . She doesn't say much, but if you squeeze her hand and tell her you love her, she will squeeze back and tell you she loves you tons.
I echo President Hinckley, "How thankful I am, how thankful we all must be, for the women in our lives. God bless them. May His great love distill upon them and crown them with luster and beauty, grace and faith."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
We didn't get motion sick, the sun was rising, and Jake got to fly the plane for awhile.
One day we hope to be flying over the Amazon taking pictures for National Geographic. :)
And the Rockies were...big...very big.
I killed one the other day and I cried. I know that wasps are not God's most fuzzy, cuddly creations, but I have a hard time killing any creepy crawly thing. I blame my mother. She would save worms that had crawled onto the sidewalk after it rained from buring to death when the sun came out.
Thank goodness that Jake has no problems killing creepy bugs. So he was the man for Project Wasp Extermination.
And where was I the whole time?
Hiding in the bathroom of course.