Saturday, December 15, 2012

Devastation, guns & God...

I don't remember when JFK died, but I do remember Bobby Kennedy's assassination. I was only 7 years old, but I remember going to bed that night, crying because that very handsome blonde man, who was a daddy to a lot of boys and girls, had been killed. I remember the images of him lying on the floor, with someone holding his head. I thought he was just hurt, but that was not the case. That was the start of it - the birth of my consciousness of evil.

I remember learning about Charles Manson, not so much at the time it happened in 1969, but later, in my teen years.

I remember Ronald Reagan getting shot, but thankfully he survived.

I remember John Lennon, who was not so fortunate.

I remember Leslie Mahaffy, Kristen French and Tammy Homolka.

I remember the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City being bombed, with a horrendous loss of life, including a daycare.

I remember Columbine.

I remember September 11, 2001.

I remember Virginia Tech.

I remember the Aurora, Colorado movie theater, just earlier this year.

I remember a lot of the horrible things that have happened during the course of my life, and the common denominator to them is that in the aftermath, I believed that nothing else that ever happened would shock or appall me to the degree that particular one did. Until the next one happened.

That's where I am today. I cannot believe that anything will stop me in my tracks in the way that I have been shocked by the shooting yesterday, in Newtown, Connecticut, that killed 20 kindergartners and 6 adults in Sandy Hook school, and one adult in her home, the mother of the shooter.

Little kids, in an elementary school, 11 days before Christmas, on the 7th day of Hannukah, the night after their holiday pageant at school.

Little kids whose parents have their childrens' letters to Santa tucked away, and their presents bought, and their homes decorated.

Little kids who, soon, would have been making snow angels, but are now angels themselves.

Little kids who were so innocent of having done anything to that shooter that could, even in the sickest mind, justify what was done to them.



And then there are the little kids, (and big kids, spouses, and other family members) whose mommies / aunties / sisters / daughters won't be coming home, because 6 of them were killed, too. And all the rest of the little kids who lived through it, but will be scared, and scarred, for a long time to come.




And now there are the parents, who have the leisure of a lifetime to imagine the terror and horror of their little ones, as they saw their classmates being gunned down one by one by one, until the gun was trained on them, themselves. Oh my.


And can you imagine the first responders, and the scenes they had to face with no inkling of what they were dealing with, until they were face to face with it?




As with any awful loss like this, first comes the shock and tears and grief, then comes the anger. I'm teetering between the two right now.

I am angry that in almost all cases like this, mental illness plays a prominent role, so why isn't mental illness being dealt with in a more effective manner? Is it because we can't just lock up the nuts and throw away the key? My response to that is, "Why not?" And maybe, if not "throw away" the key, then put the key away until that person is no longer nuts, with acknowledgement that that day might never come. Psychopaths, sociopaths, uncontrolled schizophrenics - all out in the community, just waiting for a message from an alien, telling them to go into a school or a theater and shoot it up. Problem is, it's become politically incorrect to curtail the liberty of those with potentially-dangerous mental illness. To that I say "BULL-oney". I would rather have a mentally ill relative in an institution, getting his / her meds and living a controlled, safe life for THEIR sake, as well as for the sakes of the children or the movie goers, than the alternative which we saw yesterday. Call me intolerant, lacking compassion, judgemental of the mentally ill, whatever, blah-blah-blah. On this point? I'm RIGHT.

Of course, as with any shooting, the media wastes no time jumping on the gun control issue. So do average, well-meaning people, who think that's the obvious answer. It's not.

If there was the most stringent gun control imaginable, bad guys would still get guns, the same way that they get crystal meth, or cocaine, or any other illegal substance.

The wildly vast majority of guns are legally owned, maintained and stored, used for hunting or sport or protection, and are never used in crimes.

And, if you consider the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, no guns were used, at all. Three thousand people died, essentially at the point of a boxcutter. Are we going to ban boxcutters? What about fertilizer? That was the basis of the concoction that flattened the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City. It's been proven time after time after heartbreaking time... if people want to slaughter, they don't need guns to do it.

Had there been an armed guard at that school, this might not have happened. If the theater in Aurora, Colorado had not been geographically located in a gun-free zone, rendering the movie-goers sitting ducks, then the carnage could have been a fraction of what it was. One person carrying a gun into that theater could have stopped that madman. And one teacher or security guard in a school with a gun could have changed the outcome of what happened yesterday.

As John Nolte just posted on Twitter, a short time ago:
"Trying to figure out the difference between a gun-free zone and a death trap. Other than false advertising, I just can't."
Bad guys are with us forever. So are guns. We need to make the latter work for us, to minimize the devastation of the former.

They have armed air marshalls on 5% of all US flights. The bad guys don't know who they are, or what flights they are on. This is called 'deterrence'. It works.

Banning guns would only mean that law-abiding citizens would be rendered defenseless while the criminally insane are packing enough heat to make The Terminator shiver. Rational people must understand that, as understandable as it is to me that people think the problem is all about the guns. It's an easy leap to make, jumping to that conclusion, but it is wrong.

In the days to come, I imagine those affected by this devastation at Sandy Hook school will go one of two ways - they'll either turn to God, or turn on God. God did not cause this. Evil exists, and is immensely powerful. God is not the enemy here, but some will see it that way, and that, too, is understandable. I'd probably feel the same way, how can I know? Hopefully, in time, people will realize that their little ones are angels in Heaven, and in God's care. That's NOT the way it should be, of course it isn't. They should have grown up and had all of life's experiences, and families of their own, but that wasn't to be, and powers greater than humanity decided that.

If God was all-powerful, and evil did not exist, we'd be living in a perfect world. We don't need school shootings to see daily proof that this world is far from perfect.


But, we also see daily evidence of God's grace and love, everything from the parking ticket we didn't get, to the cancer-free outcome, to the strength of those teachers who kept their kids safe, and calm, and quiet and did all the right things in the midst of their own terror. It's that that we must cling to at times such as these. Even those who will turn on God, at least they still believe He exists. I pity those who do not believe at all. How sad to not have the faith to know those little ones are angels in Heaven, to think that they're just dead. That's the saddest thought of all, for me.

So now, what to do? I am going to offer up a prayer of thanks to God, that I have the luxury of turning off the TV and getting on with my life, and not have to endure the unendurable that the family members and friends of those 27 people cannot avoid.

God bless them all.


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UPDATE:

The following video is a clip from a CBS story about the "Snowflakes for Sandy Hook". Watch this without tears running down your face, I challenge you.



 
 
14.Dec.13 - This video has been deactivated and I can't find another version anywhere. I'll keep checking back from time to time to see if I can update the link. Otherwise, there's not much I can do.
~M~

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The advent of my fireplace

Today marks an auspicious day in my life as a homeowner. Today, I have a fireplace!!!

I wanted one from the day the first nail was driven in my soon-to-be new home, 14 years ago, but I could NOT decide whether I wanted a wood burning one, or a propane one. I really-really wanted wood burning, but they are a lot of work and need cleaning and require insect-attracting woodpiles. The propane ones filled my needs better in that they were quick and easy and required essentially no maintenance, however the glass window and lack of crackling were features that did not appeal to me, making it a difficult choice. Each had their pros and cons.

And so my flip-flopping went, for 14 long years, until FINALLY, I made the decision. Propane it would be. Swinging an axe was not a skill I had developed during my adulthood, and not one that I now wanted to cultivate. Plus, I found one with a bay window thingy that looks like it has no glass at all. When I saw it, I knew that was the one.

So here it is... the birth of a fireplace; the transformation from a lowly window, to a window on a restful, warm, flickering blaze that warms the soul as it warms the home. Poetry, huh! Who knew?!?!


 About to kiss goodbye to the window on the left.

The start - removing the window. Construction by Craig Janes,
who was here for the original construction of my house. 

 You know you're committed to something
when there's a 3 x 6' hole in the side of your house.

The window is gone.Gulp! 

Now, the start of the doghouse begins.  

It always amazes me how some people, usually men, consider the removal of a window and putting a wall back where it was to be no big deal. The same people who can't remember to put the seat down.

A fireplace shaped indentation. I am now getting excited!! 

Daylight shining down on the roofless doghouse.

 One small coat of paint, and we're ready for my fireplace!!

Happy day - the fireplace is in! Sad day - the mantel is not yet ready,
and the propane tank is yet to be installed. Patience, patience!! 

Today finally arrived! Wednesday, December 5th, 2012.
I have a brand new operational, shiny and beautiful fireplace!!
 
...complete with flames! I am a happy girl!
This day was a long time coming.
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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Every "Law & Order" episode you've ever seen...

I've been trying to come up with something cool to post, so that every time I come here, I am not reminded of that fiasco from the beginning of this month. My sister, bless her, has provided me with the very thing!

This clip, which she found on Twitter, reenacts elements of every "Law & Order" episode ever made, but using - ahem - fowl language to get the message across.
 


  
This gets funnier every time I watch it!
 
I'm happy again now, and I'm sure I can now find the strength to cope with the next four years. Maybe. I might need a hand from my feathered friends here from time to time!

 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

And the winner is... NOT the American people



Gobsmacked.

Totally, utterly, unabashedly, unashamedly, thoroughly, soul-crushingly gobsmacked.

Four words should have sealed this deal:

The first - "Benghazi".

The 2nd to 4th - "Fast and Furious".

If you don't have a clue to what either of those terms refer, then you have no business even having an opinion about who should or should not be president of the United States.

Seems there were other words in which a vast subculture of the voting American public were more interested:

"Free (fill in the blank)".

Health care, birth control, food, housing, education, borders, citizenship, freedom to be an illegal resident... the list goes on and on and on. The ability to retire on full government pensions at 50...

Free-whatever-the-hell-you-want - the very ideology that is the backbone of Socialism. You want it? Get your government and the successful, wage-earning citizens to provide it to you while you sit around thinking of more free stuff you want SOMEBODY ELSE to provide for you.

That's known as "redistribution of wealth", boys and girls. That's where you earn money, and your government takes a huge share of it to provide non-wage earners with a lifestyle that equals yours, the one you EARNED. With HARD WORK.

There's daily evidence of Socialism's success in Europe, or didn't you know that? Hear of Greece lately? No idea what's going on there, economically-speaking? No? Then go away and don't let me hear you utter That Man's name in my presence.

I truly thought that Average Joe Public American Voter would support the concept, the idea of the American Dream. Who knew that the American Dream was dead, having been replaced by the American Free-for-All.

Goodbye, capitalism. I am saddened to the core to see you go.

Gobsmacked.


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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Barack Obama - Desperation reeks, doncha know?

Thank GOD there are only 9 more days before the election because honestly? I don't think I can stand much more of the insanity.

The only things that make it at all bearable are the nuggets of parody brilliance that surface from time to time, and the occasional posts on Twitter that reassure me that there are others, many, many others, who see the craziness of the Campaign of Desperation being led by BO, the man with so much arrogance that he named his dog after himself. "Bo". (At least he didn't EAT Bo...) (...yet...)

Desperation.

An ugly thing.

How ugly, you ask? THIS ugly -


No kidding. This is for real. This was posted on President Obama's website, until the outrage made them remove it:
An Obama campaign official explained to The Daily Caller that the post was taken down because it had not been properly reviewed.
“We have a review process for our online content and this piece did not go through our regular review,” the campaign official wrote in an email. “When it was discovered, it was taken down.”
What, are they a bunch of prepubescent mental cases? In a word, yes.

What made it tolerable, to the point where I almost felt grateful for BO posting it, were the responses on Twitter. A taste of the best of the best -







 
As the man himself once said, the “future does not belong to those who slander the prophet of Islam.”

Desperation is ugly.

Still not convinced? How about this BO ad -
 


 

In case you are in any doubt, the above video is not a joke. Not for one single moment. It's a genuine, Obama-supported campaign advertisement.

Forget 'ugly'. She's friggin' creepy. I could only watch it once, my "first time" AND my last. She looks like a cult member. Her eyes. Creepy. The whole thing makes my skin crawl.
 
But then, just when I conclude that there is nothing presidential about presidential politics anymore, along comes Steven Crowder, the same guy who made the "Obama Changes" video in my last blog post, to soothe my highly offended soul. Not that his video is any more presidential, but it just proves with perfection how absurd, insulting, arrogant and mysogynistic Barack Obama, with all his garbage about contraception and abortion and Planned Parenthood fictional mammograms, truly is.


 

He even dressed like her! HYSTERICAL!!!!

So, the moral of this post is... no matter how condescending and unbelieveably awful Barack Obama is, and he is, there are hopeful and brilliant conservative Republicans, and even independents, out there who can mock the madness and desperation, preventing me from descending into it over the next 9 days and 3 hours.
 
Romney / Ryan 2012!!!!

UPDATE - I don't know who Julie Borowski is in the great scheme of things, but she has surfaced with her own Lena Dunham parody. Another work of art! So, without further ado...


 
 
There is hope for change from "Hope & Change". 
 
 
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

"Obama's Changes" & "Ryan Girl" - the videos

This is the social media era of political campaigns, and I'm delighted to be able to enjoy it!! Here are a couple of examples of the creativity that's been unleashed by Americans tired of the last four years of 'hopeless unchangingness'.

Tonight is the night of the 2nd presidential debate, and to mark the occasion, here is a clip I discovered through Twitter.

It's bizarre, but brilliant in its bizarre-ity!


 
If David Bowie were dead, he'd be spinning in his grave. I don't what LIVE people do as the equivalent, but I'm sure whatever it is, he's doing it.

And of course, the answer to 2008's "Obama Girl" video is this year's "Ryan Girl".


 

As Republicans have learned, particularly over the past four years... it's better to laugh than to cry. Hopefully, there'll be lots of time for laughing, three weeks from today...
 
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Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Smirk... the lack thereof... and MORE!!!

Mitt Romney's latest campaign ad, aired 12 hours after the first presidential debate of October 3, 2012.


 

From the website, "Washington Secrets"...
"That didn't take long. Exactly 12 hours after the first presidential debate ended, the Republican National Committee has released a new web video that zooms in on what pundits are calling his "smirk" at many of challenger Mitt Romney's lines Wednesday night.
"From the RNC: "Good morning, we're out with a new video 'Smirk' highlighting the president's debate performance where he was visibly uncomfortable as he struggled to give Americans answers on how he'll turn our country around with another four years. As Morning Joe said this morning - it appeared as if Obama thought debating was beneath him." "
Beautiful. Just beautiful!!

But what was equally beautiful was this photo of the Prez and the First Wookie Lady, dying to leave the stage, while Mitt Romney smiles to himself...


Dem dere be's two stunned folk!!!

From the website, "Beltway Confidential"...
"This photo from the Associated Press illustrates how the first presidential debate went. President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama appear a bit overwhelmed as they look for an exit off the stage.

"Mitt Romney, however, smiles as he collects his notes from the podium."
And, as Dennis Miller, formerly of Saturday Night Live fame, observed via Twitter:


I've waited four years for moments such as these. *happy sigh*

Twitter was aflutter last night, as one can imagine. One tweet read something along the lines of "Obama lost the second debate of the night after he got home." Another, noting that it was the Obama's wedding anniversary, stated, "Worst. Anniversary. Ever." Yes, I'm sure it was.

And there's more!! The left's reactions to this first debate are leaving me reeling -

This link to a Jon Stewart interview proves decisively that porcine mammals have avian characteristics and can now achieve altitude.

And speaking of altitude, isn't it just so appropriate that the Global Warming Moron, Al Gore, could come up with this thoroughly awesome excuse for the big O's lame performance -



...and listen to the "objective" media types jumping on it like dogs on a bone. Awesome. So, I guess that means that anyone who flies into Denver (on planes that, incidentally, pressurize their cabins to 8000', not just the 5000' above sea level that is Denver), are mute and blithering idiots. Is that a correct assumption, oh Global Warming Moron? Yes, and hell is freezing over, too. You'd better go check that out.

I saw this clip from the movie "The Blues Brothers" on TV this morning. Sounds like Barackiacs and a laundry list of excuses. Brilliant!!


Finally, the pièce de resistance... Chris Matthews, of MSNBC's "Hardball", having an absolute, unflinchingly-biased meltdown following the debate:


Keep in mind that Chris Matthews was the person who famously said of Barack Obama, during the 2008 primary debates, “I felt this thrill going up my leg. I mean, I don't have that too often”, on watching Barack Obama speak. I am willing to bet that he was pretty much tingle-free on Wednesday night!!!!!

It was glorious. All of it. I hope and I pray that in 32 more days, I'll have oodles and oodles more examples of the left's implosion, when Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan win this election.

PS -


 
6.Oct.12 - Someday, I'll get tired of updating this post, but not today!!
 
 

 
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

B. Hussein Obama has GOT to go



I've been a bit of an absent blogger lo these many months. Had to take some time off after the Lenten marathon of posting. There have been SO MANY topics, interesting ideas and world events that have occurred over the past few months when I've thought to myself, "I WISH I had time to write something about this on my blog."

Today, though, I found something that I HAD to memorialize in some fashion. I try to keep my Facebook page apolitical, so that was not the venue. Sadly, so many people I know, even those who claim to be politically conservative, do not agree with the Republican party of the US. I have friends who claim to be conservative, and Catholic, and independent thinkers, yet support the abortion-loving, socialist-mind-controlling Democrats. I try so hard to back away from getting into debates about this, because those who feel that way are not dumb, not by a long shot. They are ill-informed, and misled by the mainstream media that has been proven, time and time again, to be biased and left-leaning. (One small example.) If one chooses to believe what is set before them by the likes of CNN, MSNBC, et al, and to not do any of one's own research, fact finding and verifying, one WILL be misled, no question about it.



 
The recent media assaults on Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan are cases in point. Calling Mitt Romney someone who killed a man's wife because the man's company was downsized and his wife subsequently died of cancer neglects to point out that the woman had her own health benefits, and lived for five years following the downsizing. GMAFB. Calling Paul Ryan, who is the most energetic, freshest face and brightest hope to run for high office in... FOREVER... calling him the equivalent of a Nazi propogandist is unconscionable. But, the media spews it, and the uninformed Great Unwashed eat it up without a second thought or consideration of the veracity, or lack thereof. Absolutely appalling.

I had no intention of getting this far into all of this today, and believe me, if time were no option, I'd have written volumes on this current election, but I came here today for one purpose, and that was to post this -


I haven't read them all yet, but I'm workin' on it! Some are funny, some are obscure, some are rock solid on the money, and all are frighteningly true.

But, the bottom line is THIS, so eloquently stated by Mitt Romney in his speech accepting the Republican Party's nomination of him for president:

“If you felt that excitement when you voted for Barack Obama, shouldn’t you feel that way now that he’s President Obama? You know there’s something wrong with the kind of job he’s done as president when the best feeling you had was the day you voted for him.”

He's circled the bowl ever since. There is no excitement left about this man in the hearts of anyone in touch with the reality of his presidency - the floundering US and world economies, the daily erosion of personal freedoms (ie. religion, gun ownership), his deeply socialist 'redistribution of wealth' and 'government-oversight-of-every-aspect-of-your-life' philosophies, not to mention the broken promises of employment creation, debt reduction, closing Guantanamo, repatriating troops from the Middle East. (Thank God he failed on the last two.) Anyone who has looked beyond the facade, into the nitty gritty of what he's actually accomplished (coughcoughcough), cannot possibly be excited by him anymore, not unless, of course, you're the 'it-takes-a-village' idiot.


 

Sunday, April 8, 2012

#40 Jesus Christ


Happy Easter Sunday, one and all!!

It is with great pleasure that I conclude my Lenten 40 list today. It was a self-imposed challenge that accomplished exactly what I wanted it to accomplish... to honor 40 people, some known to only a few, and others known to the world, who are deserving of my respect, admiration and compassion, for reasons that go far beyond the fact that they are merely (in some cases) famous.

I lost "friends" over the fact that I was not (in their eyes) suitably mournful and sympathetic over the death of Whitney Houston. In my mind, those who were so caught up in her drama, and were willing to chastise me for my lack of shock and horror over one of the most predictible outcomes in druggie history, are people who I can certainly do without in my life. It was suggested that I didn't know what I was talking about because I "didn't walk a mile in her shoes". Maybe that's because I had enough character and self-control and valued my life enough that I wasn't going to get trapped in the self-indulgent garbage in which she wallowed.

Once I finished writing each of these Lenten 40 posts, the litmus test for me was were they "Whitney WHO???" -worthy. Were these people notable and worthy of respect for genuinely significant reasons? In my opinion, yes, they were. Each and every one.

And that certainly applies to this Man who, of course, I saved for last, and for today.




Jesus Christ is the Son of God, born in Bethlehem in the year 1, to the Virgin Mary and her betrothed, Joseph. There was no room in the inn.... I trust you know the rest.




(Reading Wikipedia, it is amazing to me how many theologian / historian / scientists have tried, over the past two millenia, to determine his exact date of birth and death. I am planning on keeping it simple. He was born on Christmas Day. Sir Isaac Newton figured out the day of death was Friday, April 3rd, 33 A.D. I can work with that.)

Even though His first foray into teaching the masses (pun intended) was as a child in the temple, the majority of His ministry actually happened during the last 3 years of His life.




He journeyed throughout Judea and Galilee, performing miracles, and teaching about His Father and the path to Heaven.

Basically, what He was saying was that we need to love God, and to love our neighbours as we love ourselves. For THIS He was crucified.

It is difficult to grasp how threatening that concept was, in that era. He taught that the only King that mattered was His Father. He feared no law of man. That did not imply lawlessness; it implied that in order to achieve everlasting life, one must follow the Word of God.

Fortunately for us Christians, it's not like the Word of God was telling people to fly jets into skyscrapers in His name...




No. The Word of God was telling people that we should be kind to one another. Not murder each other, nor steal from one another. Honor thy mother and thy father. And fear God.

I think that more often than not, most people try to be kind to one another. But, I really have to wonder, in this day and age, if people really fear God the way we're supposed to. We all, at one time or another, say, "God has no expectation that I do this, or don't do that." Hmmm... I hope I'm right when I profess those assumptions! We're here for a short time, but Eternity is forever.

So, amid all the miracles and parables and teaching, when He was really hitting His stride, Judas Iscariot betrayed Him for 30 pieces of silver, and to make a long story short, Jesus fulfilled God's will by being crucified and dying for our sins.

But, what separated Jesus from all the other prophets was what happened three days later. He rose from the dead and ascended into Heaven, assuring us all everlasting life.





We mark that event today, on Easter Sunday.

God knows I'm no theologian. I am hardly one who can expound in any deep, meaningful way about the effect Jesus' life, death and resurrection has had on mankind. All I know is the profound effect it has had on my life.

As I wrote last year in another blog post about Easter...

Santa gives us presents. The Easter Bunny gives us eggs. Jesus gave His life so that we may have everlasting life. Jesus wins.

To bring this to a close, here is something I hope you will enjoy. The following are two video clips sent to me by a friend, Rhonda, who thought - rightly - that I would appreciate them. The first is a preview of an Imax film about Jerusalem. The second is about an artist's rendition of Jesus rising from the dead, amid the spirits of other Biblical figures. They both are amazing, and I hope you will think so too.

Happy Easter!!! And thanks for coming along on my Lenten 40 ride. I hope it's given you food for thought about those who inspire and move you.








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Friday, April 6, 2012

#39 Florence Nightingale

It would be just plain wrong of me to write a Lenten list of 40 people I admire and respect without including "The Lady with the Lamp",  Florence Nightingale.




Florence Nightingale was a nurse, as well as an author and statistician. She was born in Italy in 1820 to a wealthy British upper class family, during an era when well-to-do ladies excelled at marrying and having children. As it happens, her father was a believer in educating his daughters, and taught her languages, philosophy and history, as well as mathematics and writing.

She was courted by barons, poets and politicians, but rejected their advances because she felt that marriage would interfere with her ability to practice her calling as a nurse. Some scholars believe that she remained chaste for her entire life; perhaps because she felt a religious calling to her career, or because she lived in the time of Victorian sexual morality.

She announced her desire to enter nursing in 1844, and worked hard to educate herself in the art and science of nursing, much to the dismay of her mother and sister. By 1853, she occupied the post of superintendent at the Institute for the Care of Sick Gentlewomen in London.

In 1854, her most celebrated contribution to health care came as a result of her work during the Crimean War. She and a staff of 38 nurses arrived in what is now Istanbul to find what she described as horrific conditions. She and her nurses found wounded soldiers being badly cared for by overworked medical staff. Medicines were in short supply, hygiene was being neglected, and mass infections were common, many of them fatal.

During the war, Florence Nightingale gained the nickname "The Lady with the Lamp", deriving from a phrase in a report in The Times:
"She is a ‘ministering angel’ without any exaggeration in these hospitals, and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow's face softens with gratitude at the sight of her. When all the medical officers have retired for the night and silence and darkness have settled down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she may be observed alone, with a little lamp in her hand, making her solitary rounds."



She prepared many reports on the conditions she found, as well as compiling statistics to support her requests for aid from England. She made extensive use of the newly developed pie chart in order to illustrate her points to civil servants who, she believed, would either not read or not understand a typical statistical report.

From Wikipedia:

"In 1860, the Nightingale Training School and Home for Nurses based at St Thomas' Hospital in London opened with 10 students. It was based on two principles: Firstly, that nurses should have practical training in hospitals specially organized for that purpose. The other was that nurses should live in a home fit to form a moral life and discipline. Due to the foundation of this school Nightingale had achieved the transformation of nursing from its disreputable past into a responsible and respectable career for women."

Nursing's "disreputable past" was based on the fact that in an age of moral propriety, the only women deemed suitable to be exposed to illness and difficult conditions without offending their sensibilities were prostitutes.

And, contrary to popular belief, Florence Nightingale herself did not die of syphillis, but suffered from brucellosis, also called Crimean fever, a highly contagious condition caused by ingestion of unsterilized milk or meat from infected animals or close contact with their secretions. She was intermittently bedridden with this illness from 1858 to her death in 1910, at 90 years of age.
 
Florence Nightingale's lasting contribution has been her role in founding the modern nursing profession. She set an example of compassion and commitment to patient care.

She received many awards and honors. International Nurses Day is celebrated each year on her birthday, May 12th.

Her image appeared on the £10 banknotes issued by the Bank of England from 1975 until 1994. She was depicted in both a standing portrait, as well as in a field hospital in the Crimea, holding her lamp.

Beginning in 1968, the US Air Force operated a fleet of 20 "Nightingale" aeromedical evacuation aircraft. The last of these planes was retired from service in 2005.

In closing this tribute to Florence Nightingale, I include here the Nightingale Pledge, written in her honor by a committee from Harper Hospital in Detroit in the 1890's, a pledge taken by all new nurses of the time, a modified version of which is still used by some schools of nursing to this day:

I solemnly pledge myself before God and presence of this assembly;
To pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully.

I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug.
I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling.
With loyalty will I endeavor to aid the physician in his work, and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.

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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

#38 Frank Crotty

I'm closing in on the end of my Lenten 40 list of people I admire and respect, and today, it's all about someone who is like my Knight in Shining Armor, like the brother I never had (aside from the two I DO have)!

Frank Crotty, Jr. is the 3rd generation 'Crotty' in Crotty Auto Services. Officially, it's called Napa SomethingOrOther now, but to me, it always has been and always will be "Frank's".




There are people in life whose assistance in our time of need we all take for granted - plumbers, electricians and the like.

Frank and his staff are a team that my family never takes for granted. They have hauled our collective butts out of some sticky situations with vehicles more times that we can count, over the past... I dunno... 20 years or so.

Something happens to my car? I call Frank. Suddenly, my problem becomes his problem, and it gets dealt with like I'm the only customer in the world.

I bought my brand new Honda C-RV in 2003, and once it was driven off the lot, Honda mechanics never laid a finger on it again. No one tinkers with my car's innards except for Frank's guys.




That said, if something came up that was under warranty, Frank will tell me, so I could go that route and not be charged for the repair. In my experience, there are not many who are that honest, that's for sure.

Here it is, 2012, and my nine-year-old C-RV is still purring like a kitten. I'm not even entertaining getting something new. There's no need. Of course, there's a lot to be said for Honda quality, but even a vehicle of the highest quality is not going to last without tender loving - and competent - care.

My sister has known Frank forever. She and Dad have been dealing with him long before I first moved home from Fort McMurray in 1995.

One of the first times I got to know Frank was when I was working on a ship that was sailing in and out of Argentia, out to the Grand Banks and back. I can't remember now what happened to the Jeep YJ that I was driving at the time, but it was something big that was going to take days to repair. All of a sudden, here I was with no means to get back and forth to Argentia. Dad loaned me his car, so I managed to get to my ship, but now he was going to be stuck without his car until I got home.

So, what did Frank do?

Frank got my Jeep fixed, then he drove it out to Argentia, parked it, and drove Dad's car back for him. Unbelieveable.

That was back around 1998, and I'm still awed by it. Talk about going above and beyond the call!

There is always something, though, that can give displeasure, and Frank is no exception. My one complaint of him is that every time they move shop, they move it further away from the East End! When I first knew him, they were on Pippy Place. Then, they moved around the corner and up Kenmount Road, near Kelsey Drive. That wasn't too bad. But then! He moves out around the bay, to Mt. Pearl. Grrr!! He needs to move just one more time, onto Stavanger Drive. Then, all will be perfect!

I'll soon be heading back out to Frank's, with my summer tires in tow, needing to get my studded winter tires off. I'll drop my car off the night before, and put the keys through the slot in an envelope with a note for Frank. These notes have become a lot of fun to write!




Along with what needs to be done with the car, there are usually some vague and colorful suggestions on how I might pay for the services, or some other nonsense, but it's all quite innocent! It's a riot to see how Frank can blush. Haven't quite decided if he's embarrassed, or horrified!

But, their motto is all about giving "miles of smiles", so that's all I'm trying to do, to repay the favor. Frank has been so good to us, it is hard to repay him and his staff, for keeping us on the road, and for knowing without a doubt that if there is car trouble, it's going to be dealt with soon, and well.

Thank you, Frank! Do you want to clear off your desk, or shall I???




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Monday, April 2, 2012

#37 Cassie Brown

When I think of people who have done much to record and preserve the history of Newfoundland, Cassie Brown is one of the predominant people who comes to mind.




Cassie Brown was a journalist and author, born in Rose Blanche in 1919. She is the author of several books about maritime disasters that occurred off our coast, probably the most notable being "Death on the Ice".




"Death on the Ice" is the story of the 1914 sealing disaster, in which 78 men, sealers on the SS Newfoundland, lost their lives in a blizzard while out on the ice. It is not only about the disaster itself, which is described in stunningly vivid detail, but it gives a rich, historical snapshot of the politics of sealing in that era, and the power of the sealing captains, even between father and son.


Captain Abram Kean, thought by many to be responsible for the men marooned on the ice.
His son, Wesley, was the captain of the SS Newfoundland.


When I was in Grade 8, our class was assigned to read "Death on the Ice". Fortunately for me, I had already read it probably three or four times before we ever did it in school. I remember one afternoon at home, reading it while gnawing on a cake of hard bread, the one little thing I could do to try to make it real for me.

As part of that school assignment, it somehow transpired that I got to go to actually visit Cassie Brown at her home. I remember going armed with a list of naive questions, questions that a 13 year old schoolgirl would dream up. I only wish that I had that opportunity now, to have a real conversation with her.

I remember her saying that while she wrote the book, she felt the sealers looking over her shoulder, encouraging her. That image impressed me so much.

For years now, every time I trudge through blizzardy weather, I think of the sealers out on the ice. Nowadays, I think of Burton Winters, too, but for many, many years, it was all about the sealers and their suffering. It makes any brief, chilly discomfort I may feel pale in comparison. For all of us who live here, it gives some sense of what our forefathers had to endure, and just how many died trying to put bread on their family's tables.


The sealers of the SS Newfoundland were left on the ice for 53 hours in a raging blizzard.


As I write this today, there is a blizzard blowing outside and I am homebound. Warm and cozy, lots of food in the fridge, blankets and a thermostat to keep me warm - things that the sealers of 1914, who had the thinnest of clothes and were forced to sleep on the piles of bloody seal pelts could not even imagine. And their circumstances are those that I could not even imagine, without the labor of love of Cassie Brown in telling their story.

Cassie Brown's other books include "A Winter's Tale - The Wreck of the Florizel", "Standing into Danger" about the wreck of the USS Truxtun and the USS Pollux, "The Caribou Disaster and Other Short Stories", and "Writing the Sea", an autobiographical account of growing up in Rose Blanche, including essays she wrote for the Daily News newspaper, one of which was called "Death March", which was the beginning of her fascination with the SS Newfoundland disaster.

I have read some of her other books, but "Death on the Ice" struck the most resonant chord with me. Maybe it was because of my youth when I first read it, I don't know, but I have never forgotten it, or those poor souls of whom she wrote.

I am sure that the spirits of the sealers, who stood over Cassie Brown's shoulder as she wrote, were very satisfied with how well she told their story.

To paraphrase the inscription she wrote for me on Dad's copy of "Death on the Ice"...

Thank you, Cassie Brown, for keeping Newfoundlandia alive.

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