It was just last week that I saw a box in our garage that on it I had written "Books", I wondered what books might be in this box and why hadn't I opened it long ago? I found a few books that we had packed years ago with our move but just forgot, but then looking through the box I found 2 old books, Where did I get them and how long have I had them?
I like old things and old books always draw me to them, as I opened these books, I discovered they had belonged to my Grandmother, "my Nannie."
The first book was titled "Prophecies of Joseph Smith and the Fulfillment" by Nephi Lowell Morris. She had written her name "Marie E. Jensen, Centerfield Utah" on the inside page, it was published in Salt Lake City by Deseret Book Company in 1920, this book that I am now holding is 100 years old, as I was thumbing through this book I could see the age of the pages, most are very fragile, some are very yellow, but I notice the paper they used was a high quality grade, the book is a small size and the signature pages are sewn into the spine which helped this book age with some grace. I notice too that when my Nannie was reading this book and when she came across something she liked, she would underline that area with a red pencil, I just smiled when I saw that, for this is something I will do when I'm reading and come across something that I like or that touches my heart.
The second book is titled "In Search Of Truth" by John A Widtsor. On the inside page she had written, "To Minnie, Mother Jensen", it was published in Salt Lake City by Desert Book Company in 1930. this book is 90 years old. This book is also small and is showing its age, the pages are yellow, the paper is a less quality grade and the signatures pages are glued and not sewn into the spine. Minnie was married to my Uncle Lyle so she was my Aunt Minnie, I too have some dear memories of this aunt.
I feel a special warmth when I hold these old books from the past, Through the years my Nannie would share with me her thoughts and her feelings, she would give me advice and some times she would ask me to make her a promise, like not smoking or drinking, I would learn her values and she would share life's lesson she had learned, she was the one that gave me the foundation of the gospel of Jesus Christ and the importance to live the gospel and always stay active in the the church, so you see, these books from her past, I feel a special warmth, not only when I hold them, but now I will put them on my list of books I'm going to read, I will cuddle on the couch with a warm blanket and feel my Nannie next to me as I read a book that was hers from the past.
You never know what you might find in a old box in your garage, it just might be something that brings warmth to your heart and sweet memories of someone who is very dear to you.... I'm enjoying these feeling and those memories now...
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Friday, June 26, 2020
Story Time
I have a Granddaughter that lives far away and when she comes to this part of the world, she and her family will come to my home for a visit, they usually will stay about a week which is pure joy. I also have been blessed to visit with other grandchildren and their families in their home and what I have seen is a loving way these families interact when bedtime comes around.
When the children were young their parents would gather them around and would read to them bedtime stories, this was a special time in the evening before prayers and saying goodnight with goodnight kisses and being tucked into bed.
I have thought about when I was a young child and how it was when it was time for bed at my home. I'm sure my Mother read me bedtime stories, but it was my Nannie that I remember reading to me the most. She would come for a visit and spend several night with us. I would always look forward to these visit because I knew that after dinner and the dishes were done, she would sit with me on the couch in the living room, I would snuggle next to her and she would take me to faraway places with the books and the stories she would read.
I have also thought on how I treated bedtime when my children were little. I had four children close together, so I was very busy and especially when evening came and dinner was over. After the excitement of the day, baths were taken and pajamas were put on, prayers were said and bedtime was here. I know I read them bedtime stories but not enough and now as I look back on those tender years, I only wish I had taken more time to read them more stories.
When it became apparent that my mother needed help, I became a caregiver to her with the help of my brother. We took care of her needs, fix her meals, did the shopping and etc. Then it became necessary that someone would need to spend the nights with her. After dinner I would sit at the table with Mama and we would visit until her bedtime.
It was during this time that my Sister gave Mama a special book for her birthday, as I looked at this Mary Engelbreit book I realized that Mama would never be able to read this book or enjoy the colorful pictures, for you see, my Mother had Macular degeneration and her eyesight was very poor, I then thought that, maybe, if I read this book to her and describe those pictures in this book, then maybe, just maybe, she would be able to enjoy this special book from my Sister.
This was the beginning of our nightly "Story Time". Each night after the dinner dishes was done my Mama would say to me "are we going to have our story time tonight?" and I would answer, "yes Mama we are". I soon found out that as I read, it would trigger a memory, I then took a spiral notebook and when Mama would start to share a memory about her life or an event, I would write them down. One day she said to me, "I have enjoyed all these books you have read to me, but I'm afraid I don't remember them," and then she asked me if I would write them down for her? I then took one of those Compositions books and wrote on the pages the books that we had read, the dates when we finished that book along with the memories Mama had shared, I added pictures from those books along with some of my own comments. I then covered the composition book and gave it the title "Story Time With Mams #1".
When I had finished this book, I gave it to Mama, she seemed pleased, I then read it to her and share her memories that I had written. She then asked me if there was going to be a second book of "Story Time With Mama" yes Mama, there will be a second book.
I have that book in my guest room in my home now and every so often I will go into that red room and pick up the book that says, "Story Time With Mama", I will sit in the wicker chair that was my Mama's, open the book and have some sweet warm and tender memories and will remember that when story time was over and I would help my Mama get ready for bed, tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, she would say to me "Thanks for my story time, I wonder how many daughter's read stories to their Mama like you do?" I would smile and say you are welcome, I love you Mama, sleep tight, I'll see you in the morning".
I was never much of a reader when I was growing up, I had too many other things to do, I did read some books but that was really only I think when we had an assignment for a class at school. I didn't start reading books until my children were grown, for that's when I had some time.
Because I saw how important it was for my Mother to have a record of the books we read, I now keep a record of the books I read, I'm calling my book " Story Time With Liz", maybe some of my children or Grandchildren will enjoy reading this book of my collection of "Story Time" with some of my thoughts, feelings and memories when I am gone and then maybe they might learn a little more about their Mama or Grandma who was named "Liz".
When the children were young their parents would gather them around and would read to them bedtime stories, this was a special time in the evening before prayers and saying goodnight with goodnight kisses and being tucked into bed.
I have thought about when I was a young child and how it was when it was time for bed at my home. I'm sure my Mother read me bedtime stories, but it was my Nannie that I remember reading to me the most. She would come for a visit and spend several night with us. I would always look forward to these visit because I knew that after dinner and the dishes were done, she would sit with me on the couch in the living room, I would snuggle next to her and she would take me to faraway places with the books and the stories she would read.
I have also thought on how I treated bedtime when my children were little. I had four children close together, so I was very busy and especially when evening came and dinner was over. After the excitement of the day, baths were taken and pajamas were put on, prayers were said and bedtime was here. I know I read them bedtime stories but not enough and now as I look back on those tender years, I only wish I had taken more time to read them more stories.
When it became apparent that my mother needed help, I became a caregiver to her with the help of my brother. We took care of her needs, fix her meals, did the shopping and etc. Then it became necessary that someone would need to spend the nights with her. After dinner I would sit at the table with Mama and we would visit until her bedtime.
It was during this time that my Sister gave Mama a special book for her birthday, as I looked at this Mary Engelbreit book I realized that Mama would never be able to read this book or enjoy the colorful pictures, for you see, my Mother had Macular degeneration and her eyesight was very poor, I then thought that, maybe, if I read this book to her and describe those pictures in this book, then maybe, just maybe, she would be able to enjoy this special book from my Sister.
This was the beginning of our nightly "Story Time". Each night after the dinner dishes was done my Mama would say to me "are we going to have our story time tonight?" and I would answer, "yes Mama we are". I soon found out that as I read, it would trigger a memory, I then took a spiral notebook and when Mama would start to share a memory about her life or an event, I would write them down. One day she said to me, "I have enjoyed all these books you have read to me, but I'm afraid I don't remember them," and then she asked me if I would write them down for her? I then took one of those Compositions books and wrote on the pages the books that we had read, the dates when we finished that book along with the memories Mama had shared, I added pictures from those books along with some of my own comments. I then covered the composition book and gave it the title "Story Time With Mams #1".
When I had finished this book, I gave it to Mama, she seemed pleased, I then read it to her and share her memories that I had written. She then asked me if there was going to be a second book of "Story Time With Mama" yes Mama, there will be a second book.
I have that book in my guest room in my home now and every so often I will go into that red room and pick up the book that says, "Story Time With Mama", I will sit in the wicker chair that was my Mama's, open the book and have some sweet warm and tender memories and will remember that when story time was over and I would help my Mama get ready for bed, tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, she would say to me "Thanks for my story time, I wonder how many daughter's read stories to their Mama like you do?" I would smile and say you are welcome, I love you Mama, sleep tight, I'll see you in the morning".
I was never much of a reader when I was growing up, I had too many other things to do, I did read some books but that was really only I think when we had an assignment for a class at school. I didn't start reading books until my children were grown, for that's when I had some time.
Because I saw how important it was for my Mother to have a record of the books we read, I now keep a record of the books I read, I'm calling my book " Story Time With Liz", maybe some of my children or Grandchildren will enjoy reading this book of my collection of "Story Time" with some of my thoughts, feelings and memories when I am gone and then maybe they might learn a little more about their Mama or Grandma who was named "Liz".
Sunday, June 7, 2020
Doing The Laundry
In my home in the master bathroom I have a tall closet, the bottom half of this closet has three shelves, on each shelf there is a laundry basket, the top shelf is for whites, the middle shelf is for colors and the bottom shelf is for work clothes. Now when one of these baskets gets full, I take it down to the laundry room and wash the laundry that is in that basket.
The other day I noticed that all three baskets were full, so off to the laundry room I went with a basket of dirty clothes, each basket had it's turn with the washing machine, each basket held two loads of laundry, so when the laundry was done, I had done six loads of laundry and six loads of drying and six loads of folding clothes and putting the clean clothes away.
That evening as I thought about this chore, it gave me a peaceful feeling knowing that when I would go to bed that evening, those laundry baskets were back in the closet empty and the dresser drawers had clean socks and underwear, plus my sweetheart had clean work clothes hanging in the closet for another day.
Has it always been this way? No!!
When I was first married my Sweetheart was in the Navy, it was during the Korean War and we were living on a Naval Base in Navy housing. Our first home was a Quonset hut, then a small trailer, next we lived off base in an old house that had been converted into an apartment house, we lived upstairs, we had two room, a bedroom and a living room/small kitchen, we shared the bathroom in the hall with the other small apartment, next we moved back on base to the Victory Homes.
In all our homes at this time we did our laundry at the laundromat. This is what we had to do, but it took time, planning and money.
When we were living in the Victory Homes our daughter Marta was born, now we not only had our things that needed to be washed, but we also had diapers and baby clothes that needed to be washed along too.
The Victory Homes were built in long rows, there were five dwellings in each row, each dwelling had one, two or three bedrooms. we had a one bedroom and we lived in the middle dwelling. Now the rooms were a nice size and the kitchen too was a good size, the stove was a small apartment size but there was a area that was prepared for a washing machine and out the back door there was a clothesline for each apartment.
We were now a family with a baby and we needed some kind of a washing machine, so we started to look to see what we could find, soon my sweetheart found a used washing machine for sale and we bought it and brought it home.
This was in the early fifties and washing machines were not modern like they are today, but they did work and they did wash the clothes. I don't remember what make this machine was and I really don't care, all I know is that my clothes came out clean.
This washing machine had an agitator in the center that would move back and forth to wash the clothes, it also had a rubber bladder that would squeeze the water out of the clothes after they were washed and after they were rinsed. When my machine finished its cycle I would then take these clothes out to the clothes line to dry, just like my mother did when I was a young child.
When the Korean war was over and my sweetheart was discharged, we packed our worldly possessions in a trailer, [which my sweetheart built], along with a small baby crib, a rocking chair and my trusty washing machine with the rubber bladder and home we went.
That washing machine served us for many more years, but I still was hanging the wet clothes outside for many more years even after a new washing machine entered my life.
To me there is nothing more satisfying than having clean sheets on my bed to sleep on, or putting on clean clothes in the morning or to see my empty clothes baskets on the shelves in the bathroom closet.
I say thank you my dear washing machine and my dryer too, for making my life just that much easier than it was in years gone by.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Washing Our Clothes
I remember an action song that as a child we would sing, now I don't remember if we did it at school or at home or even where I learned it, but I do remember doing it with my children.
It goes like this:
This is the way we wash our clothes,
wash our clothes, wash our clothes
This is the way we wash our clothes.
So early in the morning..
Each time we would sing and action we would pretend we were doing that chore, each verse would be a different chore as: ironing our clothes, brushing our teeth, making our bed, going to sleep etc. and I'm sure many others will remember this action song and maybe have some sweet memories too.
I also remember my Mother having dish towels with the days of the week embroidered on them, along with a design and name of a chore, as: Monday was Wash, Tuesday was Iron, Wednesday was Sew, Thursday was Market, Friday was Clean, Saturday was Bake and Sunday was Rest.
As I was thinking about these childhood memories, again it took me back to my Mother and her wash days.
I grew up in a nice home in southern California, we moved into this home when I was around 5 years old, it was in a new neighborhood and it was one of the first homes on that street. It had a small room off the kitchen which my mother would call the Service Porch. There was a wash tub in the corner of the room, it had an ironing broad that was built into the wall which you would pull down when you wanted to iron and she had a Wringer Washing Machine next to the wash tub.
Now I remember when Mother would do the laundry, she would be in the Service Porch most of the day. when one load was finished washing she would then drain the tub rinse the clothes and run them through the wringer. After this was done, she would put the clothes in her wicker clothes basket and take it outside to where we had our clothesline, there she would shake each item before hanging them on the line with clothespins to dry.
Later in the day she would go back outside and take down the dried clothes from the line, put them in the basket and bring them into the house, some of the clothes could be folded, but most of the clothes had to be ironed and so she would take those clothes and sprinkle a little water on them, roll them uptight and put them back into the basket covering them with a cloth to be ready for, tomorrow would be the ironing day.
When I was a little older and at home, Mother would have me take the clothes outside and hang them on the clothes line and I remember taking the clothes off the line many time and bring them into the house to fold or prepare for ironing.
I don't remember when Mama finally stopped doing the washing in that old Wringer Washing Machine or when Daddy bought her the new Washing Machine, that all she had to do was put the clothes and the soap in the machine and hit the start button and the machine did all the work, but I remember, she still had to take the clothes outside to dry on the old clothes line and we still had to go outside to take those dry clothes down and bring them back inside the house to be folded and ironed.
Yes, as a child I remember singing,
This is the way we wash our clothes,
wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes.
So early in the morning....
Oh, how fast time goes by and daily chores change like, Washing your clothes.
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Mother's Day 2020
Today is Mother's Day.
What does Mother's Day mean to me?
I've been a Mother for over 65 years.
This morning my Sweetheart wished me a Happy Mother's Day with a big hug and kiss, we had waffles for breakfast and soon we started talking about Mother's Day and about our children.
We were married very young, it was during the Korean War, my sweetheart was in the Navy and I was still in High School, we were married on his 2 weeks boot leave in the Mesa Arizona LDS Temple, after our honeymoon he went to the state of Washington to start his assignment and I went back to High School, after graduation I flew to Washington State and we started married life in a Quonset Hut in Navy Housing as our first home.
Life was good, full of adventures and many experiences.
I always wanted to be a mother, when I was little I enjoyed playing with dolls, I had a play house in our back yard and I would play by the hours in that house with my dolls and when I was married I wanted to have children and be a mother.
Our first daughter Marta was born there in Washington in a naval infirmary on Whidbey Island Washington, she cost just $8.75, because of her I became a Mother, this was my entrance into Motherhood.
When the war was over we journeyed back home to California, there my husband went to work in the building trade, we found a home and took on life.
We were blessed with three more children, Mark was next, then came Ann and last was Brad. Each of them have added joy and happiness to us, This was our family, this was our beginning.
As I look back over these years as I celebrate this Mother's Day, the memories come floating in my mind, my heart is warm and I smile for all the blessings I have.
When the children were young they would plan a special surprises. Marta was always the organizer, they would make special cards for me, maybe have a little party in the family room, sing some songs and have some dessert that they might have made or maybe just ice cream, but it was fun and special.
There was always a special Mother's Day program at church, with talks about mothers and then the primary would sing sweet songs to us, after the program usually a flower or some remembrance was given to each mother.
This year Mother's Day is quite different. With this Coronavirus within our country, each state is doing their best to stay safe. Businesses are closed, social distance is required, masks are worn and churches are closed.
Yesterday my son Brad called and wanted to came over for a visit, I haven't seen him for awhile because of this virus, when he arrived he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand, a sweet card, a big hug and kiss and a greeting of "Happy Mother's Day Mom", we sat around the kitchen table and had a very nice visit, he stayed for about 2 hours, it was good to see him, he is my only child that lives nearby, the others live in other states. When he left, he said goodbye and told me he loved me and he was glad I was his mother.
My daughter Ann just called, she is on her way to her daughters for a Mother's Day get together. It was good to hear from her, she told me many sweet things about how thankful she is for me being her mother, how she has learned lessons of life from me. that has helped her to be a wife and mother. She also told me I was the best mother ever.
I think about my family now and how it all began, never in a million years would I have guessed that now in this year of 2020 I would have not only my 4 children but 15 grandchildren, 35 great grandchild with a total 54 sweet ones that call me mother or grandma or great grandma.
Life is good and full of blessing and I am so thankful for my sweet husband who has loved me all my life and for all my children. I wonder how many more sweet ones will be added to my Posterity.
Thank you my dear children for the Love and Sweet memories you give to me and bring into my life. I love each and everyone of you.
Happy Mother's Day to my daughters and granddaughters too who are mothers, may you also have sweet memories on this special day.
Always remember: Families are Forever
What does Mother's Day mean to me?
I've been a Mother for over 65 years.
This morning my Sweetheart wished me a Happy Mother's Day with a big hug and kiss, we had waffles for breakfast and soon we started talking about Mother's Day and about our children.
We were married very young, it was during the Korean War, my sweetheart was in the Navy and I was still in High School, we were married on his 2 weeks boot leave in the Mesa Arizona LDS Temple, after our honeymoon he went to the state of Washington to start his assignment and I went back to High School, after graduation I flew to Washington State and we started married life in a Quonset Hut in Navy Housing as our first home.
Life was good, full of adventures and many experiences.
I always wanted to be a mother, when I was little I enjoyed playing with dolls, I had a play house in our back yard and I would play by the hours in that house with my dolls and when I was married I wanted to have children and be a mother.
Our first daughter Marta was born there in Washington in a naval infirmary on Whidbey Island Washington, she cost just $8.75, because of her I became a Mother, this was my entrance into Motherhood.
When the war was over we journeyed back home to California, there my husband went to work in the building trade, we found a home and took on life.
We were blessed with three more children, Mark was next, then came Ann and last was Brad. Each of them have added joy and happiness to us, This was our family, this was our beginning.
As I look back over these years as I celebrate this Mother's Day, the memories come floating in my mind, my heart is warm and I smile for all the blessings I have.
When the children were young they would plan a special surprises. Marta was always the organizer, they would make special cards for me, maybe have a little party in the family room, sing some songs and have some dessert that they might have made or maybe just ice cream, but it was fun and special.
There was always a special Mother's Day program at church, with talks about mothers and then the primary would sing sweet songs to us, after the program usually a flower or some remembrance was given to each mother.
This year Mother's Day is quite different. With this Coronavirus within our country, each state is doing their best to stay safe. Businesses are closed, social distance is required, masks are worn and churches are closed.
Yesterday my son Brad called and wanted to came over for a visit, I haven't seen him for awhile because of this virus, when he arrived he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand, a sweet card, a big hug and kiss and a greeting of "Happy Mother's Day Mom", we sat around the kitchen table and had a very nice visit, he stayed for about 2 hours, it was good to see him, he is my only child that lives nearby, the others live in other states. When he left, he said goodbye and told me he loved me and he was glad I was his mother.
My daughter Ann just called, she is on her way to her daughters for a Mother's Day get together. It was good to hear from her, she told me many sweet things about how thankful she is for me being her mother, how she has learned lessons of life from me. that has helped her to be a wife and mother. She also told me I was the best mother ever.
I think about my family now and how it all began, never in a million years would I have guessed that now in this year of 2020 I would have not only my 4 children but 15 grandchildren, 35 great grandchild with a total 54 sweet ones that call me mother or grandma or great grandma.
Life is good and full of blessing and I am so thankful for my sweet husband who has loved me all my life and for all my children. I wonder how many more sweet ones will be added to my Posterity.
Thank you my dear children for the Love and Sweet memories you give to me and bring into my life. I love each and everyone of you.
Happy Mother's Day to my daughters and granddaughters too who are mothers, may you also have sweet memories on this special day.
Always remember: Families are Forever
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Looking Out My Window
I live on 5 acres in a peaceful place called New Harmony, going outside I can look up and see the beautiful blue sky with white puffy clouds floating around and if I walk down to the orchard during the spring and summer time, I can smell the sweet smell of the blossoms popping on all the fruit trees.
My kitchen has a bay window over the sink area and when I'm doing the dishes or cooking a meal I can look out this window and marvel at the many beautiful things I see, somethings are sweet to watch and somethings are entertaining and somethings just bring a smile to my heart and soul.
I looked out my window and what do I see?
Cars and Trucks traveling faraway from me...
Right now our country is going through the Coronavirus Pandemic and the guidelines for our state is to "Stay Safe and Stay Home" the only time we leave our home is when we go to the market or for a doctors appointment, the rest of the time we are here safe at home.
We live a couple streets from an interstate freeway and when I look out my kitchen window towards this freeway there is a grove of trees that I see, but in the middle of this grove there is a good size empty space of trees, which gives me a view of this freeway.
Now about two months ago when this virus started and we were instructed to stay home, I notice that there wasn't that many cars traveling up or down on this freeway, it seemed that it was only trucks that was doing the traveling. I thought at the time I would stand at my window and see how many cars or trucks I could count in 5 minutes. I thought that might be interesting as this freeway usually is busy with lots of travel, but then I decided to do something else and forgot about those cars and trucks, but today, I notice there is a lot of traveling going on, down on that strip of road. I guess people just want to get out of the house on a nice day, I just hope wherever they are going they have their face mask with them and to remember social distance. "Stay Safe" for you and me.
One morning last week I was looking out my window and what did I see?
I saw a picnic going on in front of me...
I have a dirt area just passed the garage, this is where I toss my food scraps and peeling for my friends, as I was looking out this window I saw 2 squirrels playing tag in this area, then there was a blackbird that joined in this fun, I noticed that the squirrels would stop and nibble at the ground for a few seconds and then they would scamper off to only return and do the same, soon I saw 2 small bluebirds joining in this picnic, soon they were pecking at the ground and when they found what they wanted, they flew to a tree that was near by, but when the blackbird found what he wanted he would fly to the rooftop of the garage. I stood watching this picnic for sometime and when everyone was satisfied, the birds flapped their wings and flew off and the squirrels ran off to play tag in another area,
When my sweetheart came in for lunch I told him about my friends and their picnic. He asked me if I knew what they were after, No I said, everything that was out the other day was gone, he then told me that he had some old peanuts that he had tossed in that area early that morning, it looks like my friends had found a treasure and had called some of their friends to come and have a picnic.
I looked out my window and what did I see?
Many wonderful things that brought happiness to me...
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Life With The Coronavirus Pandemic
Life can take many difference roads in ones life time and when you are at my age when a different path comes your way, you have a choice, you can either be upset about it or you can adjust to the situation and do your best, It's your choice.
Take this Coronavirus pandemic the world is now experiencing. The Governor of our state has issued some guidelines for the people of our state to follow, plus the US Government has also given us guidelines that would help our country to heal and to get this virus under control and end.
First the Governor has said "Be Safe, Stay Home." next they have asked us to do social distancing, which means stay 6 to 10 feet apart from other people, also we are to wash our hands often during the day especially when we have touch other things, do not touch your face and to wear a mask when you are out in public. Only go out to the store when it is necessary. Many of the businesses have closed as have all restaurant, they are only having take out food and the fast food places only have the drive thru open.
We have also been told that group meetings should not be more than 10 people and then social distance must be in affect. This has caused church services to be cancelled along with Temple worship.
This pandemic has created much illness and many deaths throughout the world. Thousands and thousands of lives have been lost because of this virus, plus millions of jobs have also been lost. You can see this virus is taking a toll on everyone, young and old, rich or poor, but I believe if we follow the guide lines that have been issued we will get passed this and our country will be stronger.
I sit here in my home counting my blessings, my sweetheart and I are doing fine. Most of my children and grandchildren are also doing fine and of my family that need to work, many are still going to their job sites and some are ones that can work at home. I do have a few that this past week have lost their jobs, but those have food storage and family that can help, help is also out there where the government is helping.
I keep in touch with my family and friends, many of them have been telling me the things they have accomplished. They tell me about their pantry they have cleaned and organize, windows that have been washed, drawers they have cleaned and closets that have been cleared of outdated or outgrown clothes, as for me, these past weeks I really have been in the Do Nothing Mood, yes, I do what I need to do, like fix the meals, do the dishes, make our bed, do the laundry, fold the clothes, yesterday I even did some ironing but the big jobs I'll save for another day, right now I'll read the paper or a good book, write a letter or write in my journal and there is the cross stitch project I had started sometime ago that I decided to work on, maybe I can get it finished, but I did decided to work on a room that needs some cleaning and some organization this week. I have to admit it is going to take me more than a week to accomplish, but that's okay too.
Our country is going through a pandemic that is effecting each and everyone of us, may we all do our part to Stay Safe, be strong and do the best we can. We live in the land of the free, a choice land. In God we trust.
Hang on everyone. This to shall pass. The best is yet to come....
Take this Coronavirus pandemic the world is now experiencing. The Governor of our state has issued some guidelines for the people of our state to follow, plus the US Government has also given us guidelines that would help our country to heal and to get this virus under control and end.
First the Governor has said "Be Safe, Stay Home." next they have asked us to do social distancing, which means stay 6 to 10 feet apart from other people, also we are to wash our hands often during the day especially when we have touch other things, do not touch your face and to wear a mask when you are out in public. Only go out to the store when it is necessary. Many of the businesses have closed as have all restaurant, they are only having take out food and the fast food places only have the drive thru open.
We have also been told that group meetings should not be more than 10 people and then social distance must be in affect. This has caused church services to be cancelled along with Temple worship.
This pandemic has created much illness and many deaths throughout the world. Thousands and thousands of lives have been lost because of this virus, plus millions of jobs have also been lost. You can see this virus is taking a toll on everyone, young and old, rich or poor, but I believe if we follow the guide lines that have been issued we will get passed this and our country will be stronger.
I sit here in my home counting my blessings, my sweetheart and I are doing fine. Most of my children and grandchildren are also doing fine and of my family that need to work, many are still going to their job sites and some are ones that can work at home. I do have a few that this past week have lost their jobs, but those have food storage and family that can help, help is also out there where the government is helping.
I keep in touch with my family and friends, many of them have been telling me the things they have accomplished. They tell me about their pantry they have cleaned and organize, windows that have been washed, drawers they have cleaned and closets that have been cleared of outdated or outgrown clothes, as for me, these past weeks I really have been in the Do Nothing Mood, yes, I do what I need to do, like fix the meals, do the dishes, make our bed, do the laundry, fold the clothes, yesterday I even did some ironing but the big jobs I'll save for another day, right now I'll read the paper or a good book, write a letter or write in my journal and there is the cross stitch project I had started sometime ago that I decided to work on, maybe I can get it finished, but I did decided to work on a room that needs some cleaning and some organization this week. I have to admit it is going to take me more than a week to accomplish, but that's okay too.
Our country is going through a pandemic that is effecting each and everyone of us, may we all do our part to Stay Safe, be strong and do the best we can. We live in the land of the free, a choice land. In God we trust.
Hang on everyone. This to shall pass. The best is yet to come....
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