mothertosoncooking
http://mothertosoncooking.com/
This is a Cooking Web Site that Michael Wysong, Sr. - Class of '63 has started. Please check it out!!!
Some gooood cookin' here!!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Real Friends Keep in Touch and Tell us Life's Hard Truths
Gina Barreca: THE HARTFORD COURANT
There are three things only your real friends can do: Tell you when your clothes don't fit, tell you when you're acting ridiculous and help you celebrate a huge achievement.
Strangers can tell you if you have spinach in your teeth. Somebody you've never met before can help you grieve. It's easier to offer an incidental observation or sincere sympathy than it is, for example, to offer authentic, enthusiastic admiration.
But only someone who's known and loved you for a long time can cheer you on and mean it when you receive a significant promotion, drop three dress sizes or win big money on "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?"
A stranger can indicate that you've got something in the corner of your eye through the universally recognized action of desperately rubbing the corner of her own eye until you, chimpanzee-like, mimic her action only to discover that you now have a flake of mascara the size of a tea bag smeared across the top of your cheekbone like an NFL running back.
But only a real pal can tell you that your new iridescent eye shadow makes you look not like Halle Berry but like Tim Curry in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," only less subtle.
It's not easy to be a friend.
Oh sure, you can hit the "accept" button on a social media site and pretend to be popular, but does that really mean you'd be able to identify the person you just "friended" in a lineup? If you could, would you offer to make that person's bail? A real friend offers bail.
Would you recognize his or her voice over the telephone? Even more important, if you saw on your caller ID that it was this person phoning you, would you pick up or let it go directly to voice mail? Real friends pick up and don't pretend not to know who it is.
Real friends say, "Oh, thank God it's YOU," and then admit who it is they are glad not to hear from ("The only time she ever calls is when she needs bail").
I know people claiming to have 1,236 friends who haven't had an actual conversation with a living adult in eight years. You know the kind I mean: the ones having five-second phone calls while texting, while waving to somebody while gesturing to you to "hold on, just one sec." You, meanwhile, are attempting to back away as quickly as possible from this carnival of self-aggrandizement. Sometimes they'll step on the cuff of your pants to keep you in place.
But what's really scary is when these people are pushing strollers. There's some little tyke in there wearing a fabulous costume, which would be great except the kid hasn't had to focus on a human face since the last time a family photograph was taken. Nobody speaks to him directly; his parents are always on the phone. They won't make eye contact with their offspring until they're all in court being asked to stand beside him when the judge says, "Will the defendant please rise?"
Look: Even your dog knows when you're not paying proper attention — making eye contact and friendly conversation ("Lulu, girl, check out that sparrow! That sparrow must weigh 45 pounds, huh, Lulu? How can something like that get liftoff?) Notice how the dog looks back, shaking her head as if to say, "Yeah, that sparrow's built like a Buick." You've just had a little moment of interspecies connection.
As I always say, Lorelei Lee got it wrong in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes": It's not that diamonds are a girl's best friend, but it's your best friends who are your diamonds. It's your best friends who are supremely resilient, made under pressure and of astonishing value. They're everlasting; they can cut glass if they need to.
And just as there's no such thing as a fake diamond — it's either real or it isn't — there's no such thing as a fake friend. Fake ones fall off when you get into hot water.
Hold your friends close. Talk to them, in person if possible, and cheer them on. Real friends are a better — and kinder — reflection of you than any mirror.
Reprinted from the Austin Statesman, March 9, 2012. Gina Barreca is an English professor at the University of Connecticut and a feminist scholar who has written eight books. She can be reached through her website at http://www.ginabarreca.com/
There are three things only your real friends can do: Tell you when your clothes don't fit, tell you when you're acting ridiculous and help you celebrate a huge achievement.
Strangers can tell you if you have spinach in your teeth. Somebody you've never met before can help you grieve. It's easier to offer an incidental observation or sincere sympathy than it is, for example, to offer authentic, enthusiastic admiration.
But only someone who's known and loved you for a long time can cheer you on and mean it when you receive a significant promotion, drop three dress sizes or win big money on "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?"
A stranger can indicate that you've got something in the corner of your eye through the universally recognized action of desperately rubbing the corner of her own eye until you, chimpanzee-like, mimic her action only to discover that you now have a flake of mascara the size of a tea bag smeared across the top of your cheekbone like an NFL running back.
But only a real pal can tell you that your new iridescent eye shadow makes you look not like Halle Berry but like Tim Curry in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," only less subtle.
It's not easy to be a friend.
Oh sure, you can hit the "accept" button on a social media site and pretend to be popular, but does that really mean you'd be able to identify the person you just "friended" in a lineup? If you could, would you offer to make that person's bail? A real friend offers bail.
Would you recognize his or her voice over the telephone? Even more important, if you saw on your caller ID that it was this person phoning you, would you pick up or let it go directly to voice mail? Real friends pick up and don't pretend not to know who it is.
Real friends say, "Oh, thank God it's YOU," and then admit who it is they are glad not to hear from ("The only time she ever calls is when she needs bail").
I know people claiming to have 1,236 friends who haven't had an actual conversation with a living adult in eight years. You know the kind I mean: the ones having five-second phone calls while texting, while waving to somebody while gesturing to you to "hold on, just one sec." You, meanwhile, are attempting to back away as quickly as possible from this carnival of self-aggrandizement. Sometimes they'll step on the cuff of your pants to keep you in place.
But what's really scary is when these people are pushing strollers. There's some little tyke in there wearing a fabulous costume, which would be great except the kid hasn't had to focus on a human face since the last time a family photograph was taken. Nobody speaks to him directly; his parents are always on the phone. They won't make eye contact with their offspring until they're all in court being asked to stand beside him when the judge says, "Will the defendant please rise?"
Look: Even your dog knows when you're not paying proper attention — making eye contact and friendly conversation ("Lulu, girl, check out that sparrow! That sparrow must weigh 45 pounds, huh, Lulu? How can something like that get liftoff?) Notice how the dog looks back, shaking her head as if to say, "Yeah, that sparrow's built like a Buick." You've just had a little moment of interspecies connection.
As I always say, Lorelei Lee got it wrong in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes": It's not that diamonds are a girl's best friend, but it's your best friends who are your diamonds. It's your best friends who are supremely resilient, made under pressure and of astonishing value. They're everlasting; they can cut glass if they need to.
And just as there's no such thing as a fake diamond — it's either real or it isn't — there's no such thing as a fake friend. Fake ones fall off when you get into hot water.
Hold your friends close. Talk to them, in person if possible, and cheer them on. Real friends are a better — and kinder — reflection of you than any mirror.
Reprinted from the Austin Statesman, March 9, 2012. Gina Barreca is an English professor at the University of Connecticut and a feminist scholar who has written eight books. She can be reached through her website at http://www.ginabarreca.com/
Friday, March 09, 2012
GRANDBABY NEWS!
Our daughter Kendall's baby decided to arrive on the scene a bit early, so we have our first grandchild safely on the planet as of 1:40 or so this morning. The impatient little fellow is named Zane Allaf (middle name to follow). He weighed just 2 lb. 5 oz., having arrived about 8 weeks earlier than planned. He's doing just fine, breathing on his own, heart and other parts doing their jobs well. Kendall is tired but sounds wonderful, as did Mo when he called me in the middle of the night to tell me that I was the newest grand-dad on the block. So all is well with the world. Wanted you to know. I think I need to go buy Zane a fishing rod or something before I head north. Never too early to start 'em right.
Capt. Phil (Moseley '64)
capt.phil@yahoo.com
Hi Glo Great to see you in print. Haven't had much opportunity to be on lately but glad to see you are still drawing a breath...me too. Hey ia am finally heading towards grand parentdom. Cara my daughter came home from the Shreck tour and is going to start a family.. Wow a grand pa. Hope i do a better job with the new crew to come. Will certainly try thats for sure. l
Leaving you now but not too far a way. Looking forward to 2013 re-union should it come to fruition.. Take care..
Bill Kem - Class '65
kemsgym@cableone.net
Well good news on my front. My granddaughter, Elle Kay Johnson (daughter of my son, Ben) who was born three months pre mature at 2 pounds 7 ounces on March 13, 2011 will be one year old tomorrow and is healthy and doing wonderful !!!
Harry D. Johnson - 64
harry.johnson@hubinternational.com
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Capt. Phil (Moseley '64)
capt.phil@yahoo.com
Hi Glo Great to see you in print. Haven't had much opportunity to be on lately but glad to see you are still drawing a breath...me too. Hey ia am finally heading towards grand parentdom. Cara my daughter came home from the Shreck tour and is going to start a family.. Wow a grand pa. Hope i do a better job with the new crew to come. Will certainly try thats for sure. l
Leaving you now but not too far a way. Looking forward to 2013 re-union should it come to fruition.. Take care..
Bill Kem - Class '65
kemsgym@cableone.net
Well good news on my front. My granddaughter, Elle Kay Johnson (daughter of my son, Ben) who was born three months pre mature at 2 pounds 7 ounces on March 13, 2011 will be one year old tomorrow and is healthy and doing wonderful !!!
Harry D. Johnson - 64
harry.johnson@hubinternational.com
(no picture available)
Monday, March 05, 2012
REUNION???!!!!!
Hi everybody! I haven't been posting on the blog in a while ..... Can't say I've been THAT busy but I have been having a full life! You can mostly tell what I'm doing via Facebook. I really wanted to have a reunion this year - the 50th anniversary of Randolph High School - BUT - I do believe we can have a reunion in 2013 - most likely in the month of September. That will be the 50th anniversary of the Class of 1963 which was the first graduating class of the school. The Lindley's have offered their property for the Reunion again --- we will try to correct any mistakes we made the last time although the reunion was quite successful in that 170 people attended. I will be giving you updates throughout this year via email so please let me know if your email addresses changes. In the meantime, I saw this article in the AARP magazine that I thought you would like to read. So enjoy! Love you, Gloria '65
P.S. I had to close the posting of comments again - I just kept getting too many comments from advertisers and I don't want anyone else to get hold of any of your emails. So if you want to post a comment just email it to me and I will post it for you. Thanks
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Gloria's Facebook page
Visit Gloria's Facebook Page at http://www.facebook.com/gloria.c.gallagher#!/gloria.c.gallagher
Monday, December 19, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
NOVEMBER 11 - A Look Back
I thought you and some of the other RHS people might appreciate it. I've been surprised and gratified at how much attention it's getting. So maybe it will do some good. Would you please place this on the RHS website? I'd appreciate it and so would our Dad. Here's hoping, and hHere is the link: http://olivercomments.blogspot.com/ Peggy McDowell Oliver,
And already here we are looking at Veterans Day 2011. Hard for me to believe, but as we get older we're always saying how fast time goes by. I will be going to visit Daddy again this Veterans Day morning, not to bring him his Purple Heart medal this time, but instead to bring him a fresh new U.S. flag where he now resides, at the National Cemetery of Dallas. He is surrounded by hundreds of brothers and sisters in that beautiful place, just as he wished. The funeral with full military honors is an experience that no one who has ever attended could forget. It was a beautiful and cool sunny day, with hundreds of bright U.S. flags lining the roads of the place, the wind just right to fully show them off to perfection, making it an even more unforgettable experience, felt in the deepest part of the heart. Right there next to how very much we miss him.
It is still hard to believe how much things have changed in one year's time, but that is just how life is for us all. One of the good things that has happened in that space of time is that I have been privileged to write about our veterans, and so many of you have shared this blog with your friends, for which I am very grateful and humbled, as was Dad. One thing that hasn't changed is the courage and commitment of our veterans that continues on and on still today. You and I are being guarded and protected right this moment, every minute around the clock, by these very people we don't even know. Just in this moment, I hope you will think about how amazing that is.
Dad wanted me to continue writing this, so I want to try to express to you what I think he would want to say. I do know that he wanted people to know the meaning of Veterans Day. He reminded me often that it was originally named "Armistice Day," marking the end of World War I, and the day when his own father, then an Army medic at the bloody Battle of the Argonne, knew he would at last be returning home to marry my grandmother.
He wanted people to know the difference between Veterans Day and Memorial Day. They are set apart for different reasons which aren't clear to everyone. Personally I always appreciate how our citizens do consistently honor our veterans, even if they don't always get the days quite right.
But the distinction was important to him, as it should be, so I want to pass this along on his behalf. It troubled him when people thought of Memorial Day in particular as just primarily another party holiday for cookouts and drinking beer. He liked to party and have cookouts just like anyone else; but for him Memorial Day was not a party day. It was a sacred day, set aside to honor our fallen soldiers, and has been expanded to honor all our loved ones who are now gone. In contrast, today, Veterans Day is a day of tribute to all veterans, not only those who died in service. The bond they share is a deep and abiding one.
And it's not as if they liked war. They saw horrors they will never want to bring back to mind, stories they will take to the grave. But they also know there are even worse things than the fight.
There's an old beat-up plaque that Daddy has had hanging on the wall here forever. Its inscription is one you have probably read before:
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight - nothing he cares about more than his own personal safety - is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
Thank you and God bless you, veterans. So long as the heart of this nation beats, you will never, never be forgotten.
November 11 - A Look Back
This blog was born exactly one year ago on Veterans Day 2010, inspired by a simple visit to my Dad that same morning at the retirement complex where he was living. He had asked me to bring over his Purple Heart medal to wear on his VFW vest for the the local Veterans Day ceremony. There was never a Veterans Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day, or any other patriotic anything which he did not formally honor. He was 86, a retired pilot with more than 30 years' service in his beloved Air Force. And already here we are looking at Veterans Day 2011. Hard for me to believe, but as we get older we're always saying how fast time goes by. I will be going to visit Daddy again this Veterans Day morning, not to bring him his Purple Heart medal this time, but instead to bring him a fresh new U.S. flag where he now resides, at the National Cemetery of Dallas. He is surrounded by hundreds of brothers and sisters in that beautiful place, just as he wished. The funeral with full military honors is an experience that no one who has ever attended could forget. It was a beautiful and cool sunny day, with hundreds of bright U.S. flags lining the roads of the place, the wind just right to fully show them off to perfection, making it an even more unforgettable experience, felt in the deepest part of the heart. Right there next to how very much we miss him.
National Cemetery Dallas, TX
It is still hard to believe how much things have changed in one year's time, but that is just how life is for us all. One of the good things that has happened in that space of time is that I have been privileged to write about our veterans, and so many of you have shared this blog with your friends, for which I am very grateful and humbled, as was Dad. One thing that hasn't changed is the courage and commitment of our veterans that continues on and on still today. You and I are being guarded and protected right this moment, every minute around the clock, by these very people we don't even know. Just in this moment, I hope you will think about how amazing that is.
Dad wanted me to continue writing this, so I want to try to express to you what I think he would want to say. I do know that he wanted people to know the meaning of Veterans Day. He reminded me often that it was originally named "Armistice Day," marking the end of World War I, and the day when his own father, then an Army medic at the bloody Battle of the Argonne, knew he would at last be returning home to marry my grandmother.
He wanted people to know the difference between Veterans Day and Memorial Day. They are set apart for different reasons which aren't clear to everyone. Personally I always appreciate how our citizens do consistently honor our veterans, even if they don't always get the days quite right.
But the distinction was important to him, as it should be, so I want to pass this along on his behalf. It troubled him when people thought of Memorial Day in particular as just primarily another party holiday for cookouts and drinking beer. He liked to party and have cookouts just like anyone else; but for him Memorial Day was not a party day. It was a sacred day, set aside to honor our fallen soldiers, and has been expanded to honor all our loved ones who are now gone. In contrast, today, Veterans Day is a day of tribute to all veterans, not only those who died in service. The bond they share is a deep and abiding one.
And it's not as if they liked war. They saw horrors they will never want to bring back to mind, stories they will take to the grave. But they also know there are even worse things than the fight.
There's an old beat-up plaque that Daddy has had hanging on the wall here forever. Its inscription is one you have probably read before:
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight - nothing he cares about more than his own personal safety - is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
Thank you and God bless you, veterans. So long as the heart of this nation beats, you will never, never be forgotten.
Dad at the Vietnam Wall in Washington DC in 1997
Saturday, October 22, 2011
WREATHS ACROSS AMERICA 2011
http://www.wreathsacrossamerica.org/
Please go to the above link. It explains all about the mission of Wreaths Across America.
Our local contact is Dot Roberts (Jeanne Roberts Stinson's mom). She sent this note:
December 10th at 11:00 am (East Coast is Noon) there is a ceremony at all National Cemeteries and wreaths are placed on as many graves as possible.. You can sponsor a wreath to be put on any grave and/or you can designate a wreath to be put on a particular grave site and I'll see that it is placed there, if you can't attend the ceremony yourself. The wreaths are $15.00 and you can contribute as much as you want.
If you are interested, send checks to me Dot Roberts -327 Forrest Trail, Universal City, TX 78148, made out to "Wreaths Across America" and I will take it from there. And if you know of anyone else that might be interested, please give them the information. I know there are many in the 'Ro-Hawk' family that have loved ones at Ft Sam and might be interested in the program.
Please make sure the checks are made payable to "Wreaths Across America". The deadline for getting them to Mrs. Roberts is November 18th.
If you want to have a wreath put on a particular site please send along a note with your check specifying the name and location in the cemetery. If you don't know the location - please put the name on the check or a note with the check and Mrs. Roberts will look it up. However, the website for that is: http://gravelocator.cem.va.gov/j2ee/servlet/NGL_v1
God Bless,
Dot Roberts (Jeanne Roberts '65 Mom)
dotrobuc@sbcglobal.net
Jeanne (stinsonjeanne@hotmail.com) and her husband and children will be at the ceremony and laying wreaths. If you want to join them and other families just drop Jeanne an email to let her and her mom know that you are going to be there and you will be able to lay a wreath on your loved one's grave and lay other wreaths as needed.
(By the way, Mrs. Roberts is 92!!)
The ceremony is held to coincide with the ceremony in DC which is being held at Noon (Eastern Time) (ours is at 11:00 am Central Time, etc.) across the country. The ceremony at Ft. Sam is being held at the Pavillions at the back of the back section of the cemetery at Ft. Sam .... There are seats provided but you will have to arrive early to get a good seat. Your participation is appreciated.
”To be killed in war is not the worst that can happen. To be lost is not the worst that can happen… to be forgotten is the worst.” -Pierre Claeyssens (1909-2003)
Please go to the above link. It explains all about the mission of Wreaths Across America.
Our local contact is Dot Roberts (Jeanne Roberts Stinson's mom). She sent this note:
December 10th at 11:00 am (East Coast is Noon) there is a ceremony at all National Cemeteries and wreaths are placed on as many graves as possible.. You can sponsor a wreath to be put on any grave and/or you can designate a wreath to be put on a particular grave site and I'll see that it is placed there, if you can't attend the ceremony yourself. The wreaths are $15.00 and you can contribute as much as you want.
If you are interested, send checks to me Dot Roberts -327 Forrest Trail, Universal City, TX 78148, made out to "Wreaths Across America" and I will take it from there. And if you know of anyone else that might be interested, please give them the information. I know there are many in the 'Ro-Hawk' family that have loved ones at Ft Sam and might be interested in the program.
Please make sure the checks are made payable to "Wreaths Across America". The deadline for getting them to Mrs. Roberts is November 18th.
If you want to have a wreath put on a particular site please send along a note with your check specifying the name and location in the cemetery. If you don't know the location - please put the name on the check or a note with the check and Mrs. Roberts will look it up. However, the website for that is: http://gravelocator.cem.va.gov/j2ee/servlet/NGL_v1
God Bless,
Dot Roberts (Jeanne Roberts '65 Mom)
dotrobuc@sbcglobal.net
Jeanne (stinsonjeanne@hotmail.com) and her husband and children will be at the ceremony and laying wreaths. If you want to join them and other families just drop Jeanne an email to let her and her mom know that you are going to be there and you will be able to lay a wreath on your loved one's grave and lay other wreaths as needed.
(By the way, Mrs. Roberts is 92!!)
The ceremony is held to coincide with the ceremony in DC which is being held at Noon (Eastern Time) (ours is at 11:00 am Central Time, etc.) across the country. The ceremony at Ft. Sam is being held at the Pavillions at the back of the back section of the cemetery at Ft. Sam .... There are seats provided but you will have to arrive early to get a good seat. Your participation is appreciated.
”To be killed in war is not the worst that can happen. To be lost is not the worst that can happen… to be forgotten is the worst.” -Pierre Claeyssens (1909-2003)
WORKS OF ART BY WEWER KEOHANE BEING FEATURED IN DALLAS
Dee Wewer '65 (Wewer Keohane) is excited to announce her works in an exhibit in Dallas from November 5th to December 11th.
http://www.wewerart.com/
Watch this film on You Tube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-kritJ4T6Y&feature=email
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| Art Exhibit in Dallas |
http://www.wewerart.com/
Watch this film on You Tube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-kritJ4T6Y&feature=email
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