Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Wednesdays Beach Adventure
Beautiful morning, red sunrise at dawn, about 6:30 am, over the ocean.After breakfast, My sis calld the desk and found a beach wheelchair. Remarkable contraption, huge balloon tires, big, odd looking but worked good. We took off across from our hotel and walked several miles down the beach, my brother in law getting an enormous work out. We walked til we got to the boardwalk. There were many dead jelly fish, sandpipers and terns eating them. Sandpipers are odd little birds, run really fast with short steps.We picked up a lot of sea shells, tossed back a good share of them. The end of our walk was at the ramp up to an eatery , under a giant Ferris wheel. We had a glass of ice tea/coffee and rested a while before starting the trek back. Thought about the Ferris wheel and decided no. This time we left the soft sand of the beach and took the side walk. Oh yea, I got far enough out to actually put my hand in the Atlantic Ocean. It left my hand feeling funny, kind of slimy. Any way, we walked back to the hotel, figured it was about 2 miles. Had some potato soup for lunch, then headed for a mall out on the highway. Spent the afternoon toolin around there, found some things I had been looking for including a musical card for my grand daughter Erin. My sis and I are taking a break and having cup of coffee. Brother in law has headed back to the beach to look for dolphin and walk on the pier, we didn't quite get that far this am. The beach is different, the sand is quite soft. The birds are not afraid of people, just sit there and let you walk right up close to them. There is a line you can see where the tide came in, then stopped and went back out. Where it went back out, the sand is smooth, but above that point it is full of broken shells,footprints,and bumpy. Its been a lovely day, hope we get a couple more of them.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
The Atlantic Ocean
The water sparkles like a bazillion diamonds stretched across the Atlantic ocean. Small waves gently lap the shore line, following one another in measured distance, like a chorus line of dancers, precise and dainty. Tourists are exploring the sands for shells and fossil shark teeth. Once in a while, someone finds a treasure and you can see their excitement.
I have been on the beach in Manila, but somehow it was not the same, maybe because at ground level the view is less expansive than sitting her on a balcony fifteen stories up in our hotel. The ocean extends as far as the eye can see, meeting the sky in the distance. makes me feel very small, like one grain of sand.
This is only day one of our adventure, we will be out exploring the area later today. will try and keep you posted.
I did not realize the ocean had its own sound, like a constant roar, and the birds add their musical notes too. There is an aroma, but not one I can describe, fresh and clean, nothing bad, much different than the scents of the mountains.
As we neared the beach yesterday, the changes were evident. From Pine trees to Palm trees, and other trees hanging with grey swags of moss, much different than a few miles ago.
It's always fun to see new things and learn more about our beautiful world.
I have been on the beach in Manila, but somehow it was not the same, maybe because at ground level the view is less expansive than sitting her on a balcony fifteen stories up in our hotel. The ocean extends as far as the eye can see, meeting the sky in the distance. makes me feel very small, like one grain of sand.
This is only day one of our adventure, we will be out exploring the area later today. will try and keep you posted.
I did not realize the ocean had its own sound, like a constant roar, and the birds add their musical notes too. There is an aroma, but not one I can describe, fresh and clean, nothing bad, much different than the scents of the mountains.
As we neared the beach yesterday, the changes were evident. From Pine trees to Palm trees, and other trees hanging with grey swags of moss, much different than a few miles ago.
It's always fun to see new things and learn more about our beautiful world.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Colors of Spring
This morning, despite the time change, the drive into Newport for church was spectacular. The Bradford pear trees are wearing their bridal white, the Magnolias are slendid in pinky purples, and the weeping willows are wearing their pale pea green fronds of spring.
Along the burbling banks of the Pigeon River, there are many colors of green in the ground cover, short bushes, and the grass is already green. Many trees have leaves that are fully opened and many more are in the process of opening up. The river is very full, due to the recent spate of many rains, some quite heavy. My rain gauge had just under four inches for the last four or five days. And of course we are wondering when the rain will ease up. Just as we fretted over all the winter snow, now we want sun and warm days.
Makes me go back to childhood, when we had winters with heavy snow always. We built forts, igloos and snowmen and enjoyed all that snow. There was enough snow that I remember my sister's dog walking right over the back fence, the snow was that deep.
Funny, then our bodies adapted to the cold crisp days, and we enjoyed being outside and having fun sledding etc. But now the old bones want to sit beside the heat vent with a cup of hot coffee and just look out while staying inside and comfortable.
Think maybe the weather has not really changed much it just cycles, and we have periods of more of everthing once every so often.
We can be very thankful we are not living in Japan right now, our excesses are nothing compared to theirs. Hope we can all find time to give thanks for what we have, and do not have, and send some compassion to those suffering and dying there. This time of year makes me think of one of my favorite Bible passages, Song of Solomon 2, verses11 and 12-"For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and done. 12. the flowers appear on the earth the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land."
Soon the soft and lovely days of spring will pass, and we will be complaining about the heat, may we all enjoy these few and precious days of spring.
My mom had a great saying " As a rule, a mans a fool, when it's hot he wants it cool, when it's cool he wants it hot, what it is he wants it not."
Happy spring, wherever you are, it will get there.
Along the burbling banks of the Pigeon River, there are many colors of green in the ground cover, short bushes, and the grass is already green. Many trees have leaves that are fully opened and many more are in the process of opening up. The river is very full, due to the recent spate of many rains, some quite heavy. My rain gauge had just under four inches for the last four or five days. And of course we are wondering when the rain will ease up. Just as we fretted over all the winter snow, now we want sun and warm days.
Makes me go back to childhood, when we had winters with heavy snow always. We built forts, igloos and snowmen and enjoyed all that snow. There was enough snow that I remember my sister's dog walking right over the back fence, the snow was that deep.
Funny, then our bodies adapted to the cold crisp days, and we enjoyed being outside and having fun sledding etc. But now the old bones want to sit beside the heat vent with a cup of hot coffee and just look out while staying inside and comfortable.
Think maybe the weather has not really changed much it just cycles, and we have periods of more of everthing once every so often.
We can be very thankful we are not living in Japan right now, our excesses are nothing compared to theirs. Hope we can all find time to give thanks for what we have, and do not have, and send some compassion to those suffering and dying there. This time of year makes me think of one of my favorite Bible passages, Song of Solomon 2, verses11 and 12-"For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and done. 12. the flowers appear on the earth the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land."
Soon the soft and lovely days of spring will pass, and we will be complaining about the heat, may we all enjoy these few and precious days of spring.
My mom had a great saying " As a rule, a mans a fool, when it's hot he wants it cool, when it's cool he wants it hot, what it is he wants it not."
Happy spring, wherever you are, it will get there.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Babies, babies ,babies
In the early 1960's, my three children, ages 5, 6 and 7, were all in school. There were too many hours in the day for just housework, so I looked for an outlet and became a foster parent.
Those were the days when unwed mothers went somewhere, gave birth and gave the baby up for adoption. Most of those mothers were young teens. And because they were young, the babies often had problems. So our home was a special home to observe a baby before it was placed and see if there were issues.
Our first four babys were boys, nothing outstanding and all placed for adoption in a few weeks.
The first girl was the one we adopted a year later, a previous blog about Karen Kaye.
Shortly after Karen, we got a boy that seemed normal, but I had a nagging suspicion there was a problem. He didn't seem to hear when we talked to him. So when he was sleeping, I
dropped pans, made loud noises, and finally concluded they needed to check his hearing. He was deaf. But he was placed with an adoptive family.
We also had a boy that had no inclination to keep breathing and we had to watch him constantly to be sure he was okay. We came to a day when I found him unresponsive. My oldest son was a boy scout and had learned CPR. So he immediatly began working on the baby. We got into the car and headed for the nearest Fire Statio while my son kept working on the baby. He was taken to a hospital and put on life support. I don't know what happened to him, being a foster parent did not give us the right to information, and we never heard more about him. However, my son was given an honor by the Scouts for saving a life, had an article in the newspaper and became a minor celebrity, in our home especally.
There was a day my daughter, about 8 or 9 by then, and I were grocery shopping. We were at the check out stand when two little older ladies came up and asked to see my baby,which I gladly showed them. Then they wanted to look at my daughter's "doll." They were quite surprised to see it was another real baby. So they asked if the baby's were twins. No, we told them, one was three months old and one was six months old. Well, you could see the wheels turning as they tried to figure that out. We just smiled and left the store, but when we got to the car, we collapsed in laughter.
After we had made a move to Texas, we were asked to take a boy who had been in an incubator for several weeks but seemed to be okay. The first night we had him we lost him. I had two babies, and got up to feed the one who started fussing first. After getting her back to bed, I fixed the bottle and went to get the other child. I knew immediatly he was dead. We called an ambulance, and he was worked on and taken to a hospital but did not respond. At this point, I nearly gave up foster care,but luckily did not.
We then got our first African American child, a darling little guy we called our chocolate baby. His mom was young and to keep him quiet, constantly fed him until he was very overweight, so we helped get his weight back down.
Our years were filled with great experiences, some sad, mostly happy and all rewarding.
But there came a day when the baby's were no longer the ones in need of foster parents, and they asked us to take in troubled teens., I had three great teens by then and decided to quit, as three were a handful.
Missed the extra little ones around, but life moved on, as did our experience with the Air Force, we just kept movng around.
Those were the days when unwed mothers went somewhere, gave birth and gave the baby up for adoption. Most of those mothers were young teens. And because they were young, the babies often had problems. So our home was a special home to observe a baby before it was placed and see if there were issues.
Our first four babys were boys, nothing outstanding and all placed for adoption in a few weeks.
The first girl was the one we adopted a year later, a previous blog about Karen Kaye.
Shortly after Karen, we got a boy that seemed normal, but I had a nagging suspicion there was a problem. He didn't seem to hear when we talked to him. So when he was sleeping, I
dropped pans, made loud noises, and finally concluded they needed to check his hearing. He was deaf. But he was placed with an adoptive family.
We also had a boy that had no inclination to keep breathing and we had to watch him constantly to be sure he was okay. We came to a day when I found him unresponsive. My oldest son was a boy scout and had learned CPR. So he immediatly began working on the baby. We got into the car and headed for the nearest Fire Statio while my son kept working on the baby. He was taken to a hospital and put on life support. I don't know what happened to him, being a foster parent did not give us the right to information, and we never heard more about him. However, my son was given an honor by the Scouts for saving a life, had an article in the newspaper and became a minor celebrity, in our home especally.
There was a day my daughter, about 8 or 9 by then, and I were grocery shopping. We were at the check out stand when two little older ladies came up and asked to see my baby,which I gladly showed them. Then they wanted to look at my daughter's "doll." They were quite surprised to see it was another real baby. So they asked if the baby's were twins. No, we told them, one was three months old and one was six months old. Well, you could see the wheels turning as they tried to figure that out. We just smiled and left the store, but when we got to the car, we collapsed in laughter.
After we had made a move to Texas, we were asked to take a boy who had been in an incubator for several weeks but seemed to be okay. The first night we had him we lost him. I had two babies, and got up to feed the one who started fussing first. After getting her back to bed, I fixed the bottle and went to get the other child. I knew immediatly he was dead. We called an ambulance, and he was worked on and taken to a hospital but did not respond. At this point, I nearly gave up foster care,but luckily did not.
We then got our first African American child, a darling little guy we called our chocolate baby. His mom was young and to keep him quiet, constantly fed him until he was very overweight, so we helped get his weight back down.
Our years were filled with great experiences, some sad, mostly happy and all rewarding.
But there came a day when the baby's were no longer the ones in need of foster parents, and they asked us to take in troubled teens., I had three great teens by then and decided to quit, as three were a handful.
Missed the extra little ones around, but life moved on, as did our experience with the Air Force, we just kept movng around.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Karen Kaye: Karen Kaye
Karen Kaye: Karen Kaye: " In the early 1960's, my three children were all in school and I found the days long. Oh, I did the normal stuff, teach Sunday S..."
Karen Kaye
In the early 1960's, my three children were all in school and I found the days long. Oh, I did the normal stuff, teach Sunday School, be room mother, help with scout troops. But I was looking for something more.
A sermon one Sunday morning and an ad in the newspaper a few days later, helped me make a de
cision to become a foster parent.
Our first few babies were pretty standard, and placed in adoptive homes in a few weeks each. But there came a day I got a phone call. There was a three week old little girl who was in a foster home but the foster parents did not want to keep her due to some strange behavior. Challenges are natural to me so there was no reason to hesitate.
Later that day, a little blue eyed, blond sweetie arrived. Her name was Laurie Kaye. She did have some funny quirks, I heard noises while she was napping and went to check, she was banging her head against the mattress. I stroked her head and talked to her and she went back to sleep. A few days and she stopped doing that, I think she had just been lacking attention, as she responded well to being held and cuddled.
It wasn't long before we found she had asthma, exzema, and abducted hips. The hip problem required a pillow splint that she wore until she was walking, very awkward. The eczema we coped with and overcame, the asthma was more difficult, and we made several scary trips to an ER with breathing problems.
Unlike most of our babies, she was not adoptable due to the health problems. And the day came when orders to a new base arrived.
By now, she had been with us almost a year, and felt like our child. We asked if she could go with us to Laredo, TX, our new assignment.
We were informed that foster kids could not cross state lines. So the hunt for new parents for her was on.
A few days later a lady and young boy, maybe five years old, arrived to visit. They were to be her new family.
The boy was rowdy and noisy and I was told he liked to drown kittens and he hit people a lot. After they left I called my case worker and asked if there were other alternatives. We could adopt, but it would require a meeting of the board.
Later the same day, I got the call back saying they had met and we were approved. that left three days to start the legal proceedings.
So Laurie and I headed to the nearest town, Rantoul IL to see a lawyer. The afternoon was spent filling out papers and signing documents, and at one point they asked her permanent legal name. My daughter was named Laura so it seemed strange to have two same named girls, and I was pressed to come up with something on the spot. We had been reading a book about Karen Kaye, who was four and a little bit more, in the waiting room, so Karen Kaye she became.
In Laredo the adoption proceeded and was finalized, we also had more foster children there.
And then we got orders to Grand Forks, ND. From one extreme to the other.
A short time later, I noticed that Karen was bruising badly so made an appointment to have her checked. Before we had time to think, we were on a plane to Fitzsimmons hospital in Denver CO.
They diagnosed aplastic anemia, the failure of the bone marrow to create new red blood cells. They gave her only a short time to live.
Medical care in ND was not available for her so a compasionate transfer to Rantoul Il was made, and put us near Childrens Hosital in Chicago. She did okay, we made some changes, I read up on healthy living and we moved to a small acreage in a "town" called Clarence. It was about 25 houses around a grain elevator. But we started growing our own food, raising chickens, and buying grain that was raised without pesticides. We also allowed Karen to do a lot of things she was not supposed to, like riding a pony, playing outside, normal stuff.
She was five years old when we got her diagnoses, and we had a good time with her for the next 4 years. But the transfusions became needed more often, and she didn't feel well a lot of the time. She had a homebound teacher as her immune system was not good, and we kept her away from anyone who was ill. Funny, the way we ate, no sugar, little salt, none of the white stuff, rice, shortening, salt, sugar and flour, kept all our kids extremely healthy, no colds those four years. There is a lot to be said for eating well.
One morning, we knew she needed a transfusion and took her to the base hospital. They gave her several units, but her blood count was not coming up. She looked at me and said, "It's not going to work this time, I'm sorry I have been so much trouble."
The doctor looked at me and siad she had little blood getting to her brain and did not know what she was saying. but she did, she was very lucid.
Her death was awful to watch, she bled out, just one of the worst things I have been forced to watch.
When her little body was spent, guess I became pretty hysterical. Who wouldn't.
So we lost our little angel, but I am sure she was put in our care because God knew what he was doing. I would not have changed a minute of it unless it would have been for her to be in good health.
Karen would be in her forties now, and I will have in my head forever the little girl in jammies waking up in the morning with her tousled hair and big yawns. And memories.
A sermon one Sunday morning and an ad in the newspaper a few days later, helped me make a de
cision to become a foster parent.
Our first few babies were pretty standard, and placed in adoptive homes in a few weeks each. But there came a day I got a phone call. There was a three week old little girl who was in a foster home but the foster parents did not want to keep her due to some strange behavior. Challenges are natural to me so there was no reason to hesitate.
Later that day, a little blue eyed, blond sweetie arrived. Her name was Laurie Kaye. She did have some funny quirks, I heard noises while she was napping and went to check, she was banging her head against the mattress. I stroked her head and talked to her and she went back to sleep. A few days and she stopped doing that, I think she had just been lacking attention, as she responded well to being held and cuddled.
It wasn't long before we found she had asthma, exzema, and abducted hips. The hip problem required a pillow splint that she wore until she was walking, very awkward. The eczema we coped with and overcame, the asthma was more difficult, and we made several scary trips to an ER with breathing problems.
Unlike most of our babies, she was not adoptable due to the health problems. And the day came when orders to a new base arrived.
By now, she had been with us almost a year, and felt like our child. We asked if she could go with us to Laredo, TX, our new assignment.
We were informed that foster kids could not cross state lines. So the hunt for new parents for her was on.
A few days later a lady and young boy, maybe five years old, arrived to visit. They were to be her new family.
The boy was rowdy and noisy and I was told he liked to drown kittens and he hit people a lot. After they left I called my case worker and asked if there were other alternatives. We could adopt, but it would require a meeting of the board.
Later the same day, I got the call back saying they had met and we were approved. that left three days to start the legal proceedings.
So Laurie and I headed to the nearest town, Rantoul IL to see a lawyer. The afternoon was spent filling out papers and signing documents, and at one point they asked her permanent legal name. My daughter was named Laura so it seemed strange to have two same named girls, and I was pressed to come up with something on the spot. We had been reading a book about Karen Kaye, who was four and a little bit more, in the waiting room, so Karen Kaye she became.
In Laredo the adoption proceeded and was finalized, we also had more foster children there.
And then we got orders to Grand Forks, ND. From one extreme to the other.
A short time later, I noticed that Karen was bruising badly so made an appointment to have her checked. Before we had time to think, we were on a plane to Fitzsimmons hospital in Denver CO.
They diagnosed aplastic anemia, the failure of the bone marrow to create new red blood cells. They gave her only a short time to live.
Medical care in ND was not available for her so a compasionate transfer to Rantoul Il was made, and put us near Childrens Hosital in Chicago. She did okay, we made some changes, I read up on healthy living and we moved to a small acreage in a "town" called Clarence. It was about 25 houses around a grain elevator. But we started growing our own food, raising chickens, and buying grain that was raised without pesticides. We also allowed Karen to do a lot of things she was not supposed to, like riding a pony, playing outside, normal stuff.
She was five years old when we got her diagnoses, and we had a good time with her for the next 4 years. But the transfusions became needed more often, and she didn't feel well a lot of the time. She had a homebound teacher as her immune system was not good, and we kept her away from anyone who was ill. Funny, the way we ate, no sugar, little salt, none of the white stuff, rice, shortening, salt, sugar and flour, kept all our kids extremely healthy, no colds those four years. There is a lot to be said for eating well.
One morning, we knew she needed a transfusion and took her to the base hospital. They gave her several units, but her blood count was not coming up. She looked at me and said, "It's not going to work this time, I'm sorry I have been so much trouble."
The doctor looked at me and siad she had little blood getting to her brain and did not know what she was saying. but she did, she was very lucid.
Her death was awful to watch, she bled out, just one of the worst things I have been forced to watch.
When her little body was spent, guess I became pretty hysterical. Who wouldn't.
So we lost our little angel, but I am sure she was put in our care because God knew what he was doing. I would not have changed a minute of it unless it would have been for her to be in good health.
Karen would be in her forties now, and I will have in my head forever the little girl in jammies waking up in the morning with her tousled hair and big yawns. And memories.
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