You know how when you don't see people for a long while how you just picture them doing what they always were. I still had Mr. Russell pictured in his classroom teaching kids history and political science. Yesterday, before I knew about Mr. Russell's passing, I was reading a book about politics... I think that would have made him happy. In the book, Ben Stein wrote about some of his favorite teachers, "I had great teachers in the public schools of Montgomery County, Maryland, in the 1950's and 1960's. To these fine men and women, it came naturally to praise America and to teach their students that love of their country was an integral part of mental health. In those long-forgotten days, teachers believed it was their job to build moral character and that patriotism was a major part of that character-- and I'm grateful for it. I don't have anywhere near the strength of character of many people around me, but what little I do have is owed largely to my teachers." Unlike Ben Stein, I had only a handful of teachers who were true scholars AND patriots. Mr. Russell was a stand out. He loved America deeply. The Founding Fathers and other great men and women in American history were real people who came alive in his classroom. I looked forward to his class and sat spellbound when he taught. I loved his class and was grateful to be one of his students even when I was young and had little experience. I knew Mr. Russell was a teacher with unique gifts. Now, as an adult, I am both thankful for the hours he spent in the classroom and even more thankful for the many hours of preparation that he must have spent outside the classroom. The only way I know to really become an American Patriot is to know history and to really know it and then to share it like he did was a great labor of love. Mr. Russell, you were just one of those teachers who can never be replaced. Thank you.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thank you Mr. Russell...
You know how when you don't see people for a long while how you just picture them doing what they always were. I still had Mr. Russell pictured in his classroom teaching kids history and political science. Yesterday, before I knew about Mr. Russell's passing, I was reading a book about politics... I think that would have made him happy. In the book, Ben Stein wrote about some of his favorite teachers, "I had great teachers in the public schools of Montgomery County, Maryland, in the 1950's and 1960's. To these fine men and women, it came naturally to praise America and to teach their students that love of their country was an integral part of mental health. In those long-forgotten days, teachers believed it was their job to build moral character and that patriotism was a major part of that character-- and I'm grateful for it. I don't have anywhere near the strength of character of many people around me, but what little I do have is owed largely to my teachers." Unlike Ben Stein, I had only a handful of teachers who were true scholars AND patriots. Mr. Russell was a stand out. He loved America deeply. The Founding Fathers and other great men and women in American history were real people who came alive in his classroom. I looked forward to his class and sat spellbound when he taught. I loved his class and was grateful to be one of his students even when I was young and had little experience. I knew Mr. Russell was a teacher with unique gifts. Now, as an adult, I am both thankful for the hours he spent in the classroom and even more thankful for the many hours of preparation that he must have spent outside the classroom. The only way I know to really become an American Patriot is to know history and to really know it and then to share it like he did was a great labor of love. Mr. Russell, you were just one of those teachers who can never be replaced. Thank you.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Gone to the Dogs...

I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves. Author Unknown (talk about cowardice)
When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem. ~Edward Abbey
Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs. ~Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (Hilarious book, by the way...)
and..
Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear. ~Dave Barry
c, who loves dogs, will never go with any of these. So, I'll have to think of something else...
Kinetic Sculpture...




Then we went to see a new 3D cartoon called Fly Me to the Moon. I forgot that 3D movies make me really motion sick for some reason... (NOw I REMEMBER!) and it was about flies and maggots... some of the flies go to space. Yuck. I'm still recovering. I hope the nephews liked it. One really small nephew said it was "a really good bug show". If you intend to see this one think 3-7 year old boys. I wish I had spent the whole time watching this cute guy and the amazing kinetic sculpture instead. Now that.. was fun. :)
Friday, August 08, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
The Bucket List...
1. Live in a de-junked house for a month.
2. Plant small trees and help the grow into big shade trees.
3. Paint every wall in my house a bright color and live in a rainbow.
These are 3 of mine. What about you?
Monday, August 04, 2008
A Sewing Travel Pillows Day...





Friday, August 01, 2008
Monet to Picasso...
*** We went to this exhibit and it is wonderful! I was so thrilled to be able to stand and gaze at these beautiful and amazing works of art in UTAH!!! The exhibit was much larger than I expected and really well done. c loved it!
Bleak House...
Bleak House was bleak indeed until the very end, but what a story. I loved it! My only criticism is that Dickens does take some time with a good ending and the BBC folks put you through 6 hours of tragedy and then drop you happily ever after in the ending just like that. Many, many films have that problem... it leaves you a little less than satisfied with how things have turned out... But, still if you didn't get to see this one... don't miss. :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Boxes. Boxes.. Boxes...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Pancake the Dog.. box...
Monday, July 21, 2008
Rain, Rain.. come and play!
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
I like this poem by Longfellow. My life is not dark and dreary.. but it's so humid and we ran the cooler all night last night.. so a book I left on the table now has warped paper boards. I really wish it would just rain and clear everything out a bit. What is the opposite chant of "rain, rain go away?" It's not cold either so maybe this poem just doesn't fit at all. :)
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
I like this poem by Longfellow. My life is not dark and dreary.. but it's so humid and we ran the cooler all night last night.. so a book I left on the table now has warped paper boards. I really wish it would just rain and clear everything out a bit. What is the opposite chant of "rain, rain go away?" It's not cold either so maybe this poem just doesn't fit at all. :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sunlight and Stars...
I know I haven't posted for awhile.. but there are 2 new post over there if you like conservative rantings. :)
Good Manners Thursday...
When I was much younger I received some excellent advice from my Dad. "Be kind to everyone, everyone deserves your smiles and consideration. But, choose friends carefully, only choose those boys and girls to be your friends that are the kind of people you'd like to be." In other words people you can respect. I took that advice with only a few miss-steps here and there. Most of the friends I made are still my friends and still doing amazing things.
The word respect however, can become a little confusing especially for kids. So, I loved this article in the Washington Post by Miss Manners Judith Martin (who is pictured here after receiving the National Humanities Medal). Here is a link to the following article that appeared in The Washington Post.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008; Page C07
Dear Miss Manners:
A group of friends and I are having a discussion regarding good manners and respect. My view is that respect comes from understanding and having good manners, whereas it is being put to me that good manners and respect are two distinctly separate things that can be had one without the other. We would be very interested in learning your thoughts on the matter, and I would consider them to be the final word on the subject.
Dear Miss Manners:
A group of friends and I are having a discussion regarding good manners and respect. My view is that respect comes from understanding and having good manners, whereas it is being put to me that good manners and respect are two distinctly separate things that can be had one without the other. We would be very interested in learning your thoughts on the matter, and I would consider them to be the final word on the subject.
Promising Miss Manners that her word will be the final one, even before you have heard it -- now, that is respect. She thanks you.
Yet she admits that the term "respect" is rather loosely used in the manners business. This leads to the sort of argument in which a parent says, "You have to show more respect for Granny," and the child replies, "Why, since she just got out of jail for petty larceny?"
The sort of respect to which the parent is referring is a part of good manners. It means exhibiting consideration toward everyone and showing special deference to those who are older or in a position of authority.
But the child hears the word to mean the genuine admiration felt for someone who has proved himself to be worthy of it. That sort of respect is, indeed, a thing apart, which etiquette cannot mandate.
Manners require only that people show respect, although with the secret hope that the outward form will become internalized. What people feel as they size up individuals is up to them.
And, I think that sort of respect is awarded by children and by adults only when it is merited.
Kit Kittredge...
I went to this little show with pretty low expectations since everything else I've seen in the theater this summer has been pretty dumb. This, however, is darling. Go. It's clean as a whistle too. The cast is quite a talented lot and it seems that no expense was spared when it comes to set and costume. Looking at all that stuff from the 30's was pretty fun. The plot and screen play were dramatic, but nothing most 6 year-olds couldn't handle and it has just enough drama for you to enjoy it too. I can't speak for the husbands.. mine had to work so I can't give his opinion.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Boden Sale...
Whirly Twirly... Granny Chic...
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