...the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens in giving it on all occasions their effectual support. Geo. Washington Feb. 22, 1732
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
DEAREST WIFE: "JUST GOT CHECKED IN. EVERYTHING PREPARED FOR YOUR ARRIVAL TOMORROW. P.S. SURE IS HOT DOWN HERE."
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Thanksgivukkah: Why Hanukkah and Thanksgiving Overlap This Year
And here is a very thoughtful piece shared by Michael Libbie.
I think that perhaps I inherited it from her. She used to worry about anything and most of the time I pooh poohed her worrying and told her not to worry. I think it was a family thing as I seem to remember my Aunt Jean worrying also,
but I don't remember many others worrying.
Anyway I worry. I worry about things that are going to happen, that may happen, that aren't going to happen but I know better.
when it comes to my car I am sure there is something expensive going to go wrong with it.
Now get this. My car is relatively new and there is nothing wrong with it but every time I get into it I worry that some fool is going to turn left in front of me and we will crash. There is precedence for that as we were coming back from Minnesota and that actually happened. No one was hurt and we got through it. But I still worry about it.
The latest turned out to be not only a worry for four days but eventually was a DUH!
I got in my car when I was driving my sister back and forth to work and I noticed that when I turned the wheel to go into a parking place the car would "jump" and it was not smooth. Well I began to worry about it. I fussed about it in my head for the entire week-end and tried to figure out how I was going to get it down to be fixed and go to my appointments on Monday and Tuesday and go to the grocery store and besides it was Thanksgiving week and that would mean that the garage would be closed on Thursday and besides having to give up the car it would probably cost me $1000 or more to get it fixed (I had transmission problems on the Jeep). Well anyway I finally bit the bullet and called Shaffer's Auto body and described the problem to the nice man who answered the phone.
You also have to realize that I did take Driver's Education and they told us about the basics of engines etc. but that was in 1957 and I was 16 years old...and I have forgotten everything I learned except how to drive and watch out for other cars.
As I said I described the problem and he said it sounded to him like I might have the four-wheel drive on. I said DUH and thanked him and told him I might still have to come down if I couldn't figure out how to fix it.
That afternoon I went out to the car to go meet a friend for lunch and I pulled the "Book" out of the glove box and looked up 4-wheel drive. It was on page 29-2 and I found out where on the dashboard the control for the 4-wheel drive was and sure enough it was set on 4-wheel so I reset it and the problem was solved and the worry went away and I was happy again.
So in the future I shall remember Bobby McFerrin's little song.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
But if you shut up your soul in your body, and abase yourself, and say “I know nothing, I can do nothing; I am afraid of earth and sea, I cannot mount to heaven; I know not what I was, nor what I shall be,” then what have you to do with God?”
This is for my engineer friends - You know who you are.
We heard the word in various ways. I was walking down to College Hill for some reason when some guy pulled his car beside me and yelled out that the "President had been shot." and that he "hoped it wasn't the Commies!" Back then we had just had the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Communist threat was on every one's mind.
I made it back to the house and it was true and I heard the announcement that the President had been shot and was indeed dead. The TV for the house was in a smallish parlor room just as you came down the steps. There were only about 8 of us who lived in the house and most of us were glued to the TV for the entire week-end. We saw and listened to the national coverage and mourned with the nation. We were in shock. We saw the pictures as the President's body was taken from the airplane back in Washington.
We watched Mrs. Kennedy as she performed her duties and held the nation together with her grace and presence. We watched the laying in state and the funeral cortege. It was where I first saw a riderless horse with the boots turned backward in the stirrups and watched as 3 year old John-John saluted his father's casket as it went by the White House. (I learned tonight -11/25 - that it was the first time he had been able to do it correctly as he was left handed and that his father had been practicing with him to make the salute with his right hand.) That little salute on the news tonight had the power to bring a tear (or two) to my eyes.
As we watched the funeral and listened to the words "Billy" Dean came down the stairs. He stopped halfway down and disparaged us for wasting time watching the funeral of somebody who was just a politician.
Kennedy was more than "just a politician" - yes he was flawed, but who isn't? His flaws are between him and his God. It is his charisma and leadership and vision that make him great. Read the words from the undelivered speech he was on his way to give in Dallas that day - They could have been written for today.
There will always be dissident voices heard in the land, expressing opposition without alternative, finding fault but never favor, perceiving gloom on every side and seeking influence without responsibility. Those voices are inevitable.
But today other voices are heard in the land — voices preaching doctrines wholly unrelated to reality, wholly unsuited to the sixties, doctrines which apparently assume that words will suffice without weapons, that vituperation is as good as victory and that peace is a sign of weakness. At a time when the national debt is steadily being reduced in terms of its burden on our economy, they [view] that debt as the single greatest threat to our security. At a time when we are steadily reducing the number of Federal employees serving every thousand citizens, they fear those supposed hordes of civil servants far more than the actual hordes of opposing armies.We cannot expect that everyone, to use the phrase of a decade ago, will “talk sense to the American people.” But we can hope that fewer people will listen to nonsense. And the notion that this Nation is headed for defeat through deficit, or that strength is but a matter of slogans, is nothing but just plain nonsense....
... a nation can be no stronger abroad than she is at home. Only an America which practices what it preaches about equal rights and social justice will be respected by those whose choice affects our future. Only an America which has fully educated its citizens is fully capable of tackling the complex problems and perceiving the hidden dangers of the world in which we live. And only an America which is growing and prospering economically can sustain the worldwide defenses of freedom, while demonstrating to all concerned the opportunities of our system and society....
We, in this country, in this generation, are — by destiny rather than by choice — the watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of “peace on earth, good will toward men.” That must always be our goal, and the righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long ago: “except the Lord keep the city, the watchmen waketh but in vain.”This week-end I have been thinking of President Kennedy, his wife and children. Carolyn is the only one left and she is a talented beautiful, graceful woman who is serving her country as ambassador to Japan. Continuing the tradition of service. I am grateful on this Thanksgiving week that I can remember them and be grateful that they were here to serve our nation and the world.
Monday, November 25, 2013
It has gotten cold. B G. turned up the heat...but only by one degree. That is all right I have a fur coat. Cassie and I stay inside and look out the window. I go out but not for long.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."
~Victor Frankl, was an Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist as well as a Holocaust survivor
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.
At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!
I may have been in Continent, and I don't remember what country I was in. It's an age thing. They tell me it is very wet and damp there.
Pencils could be made with erasers at both ends, but what would be the point?