Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Activate My Power of Gift


“If your gift is to encourage others, be encouraging. If it is giving, give generously. If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously. And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.” Romans 12:8 (New Living Translation) My desire is to be authentic in demonstrating my purpose in all that I undertake: to help others by giving. Since we did not create ourselves, we are all interdependent and a part of a larger master plan. (Genesis 2:2) Throughout my life I realize how God has allowed so many people to show me His presence by allowing them to be a blessing in my life. During the tough times in my life, someone was near to help me through.

Every November Veterans Day is observed in the United States. As a young child who attended school, I looked forward to the holidays because it was a day when I got a day off from school. Hooray! For me, Veterans Day was just another fun day. Of course I was familiar with the history of Veterans Day. Officially recognized on November 11, 1918 as Armistice Day and later renamed as Veterans Day in 1938, this day has only been remotely historically important to me. (http://www.va.gov)  Paradoxically, life experiences have caused my perception to transform from remote and stoically historic to aesthetic, personal, meaningful, and grateful. Only recently, have I recognized and actualized the profound new impact the day of honoring our veterans had on me. It is one thing to read about the sacrifices of others and it is another to be a witness and recipient of someone else’s sacrifice. Fortunately, I was able to recognize this evolution in my life.

There are so many good examples of people who gave of their gifts to me: family, teachers, pastors, priests, friends, mentors, and counselors. Sincerely, I am grateful to all. Notably I’m especially appreciative to Willie C. Yelverton Sr. and Edgar F. Siegfriedt who humbly showed their courage and sacrifice by serving their country in the Army World War II and also by caring for their families and friends. Both men are no longer present on earth but their spirits of generosity, quiet dedication, faith, and unconditional love live on.

My grandfather Willie C. Yelverton Sr. was a traditional, conservative and quiet man. For the most part, he let my grandmother do the talking. I remember the grapevine he tended when I visited my grandparents as a teenager. Sixteen years after my grandfather’s passing, the grapevine he cared for still yields fruit and is now tended by his youngest daughter, my aunt Cynthia. Memories of my grandfather include how he remained calm while grandmother got flustered and complained about his driving. One of the fondest times in my childhood was when grandmother and grandfather drove from Pikeville, NC in an RV (recreational vehicle) to Tucson, AZ to visit my mother, sister and me. Our grandparents were full of hugs and loving encouraging words to my sister and me. Grandmother would say “We love you very much. We’re so proud of you. Keep doing good. God is your keeper” and grandfather would nod in approval or say “Yeah.” Grandmother and grandfather took my sister and me to the mall. They let us pick out what we wanted. Then they took us to a nice restaurant to eat. When my grandparents arrived in Arizona, it was like Christmas. As a child, I was used to speaking to my grandparents long distance on the phone. I also corresponded with my grandmother by writing letters. Grandmother always signed her letters Love Grandmother and Grandfather.

Even though my grandfather used words sparingly and did not show much outward emotion, I knew he loved and cared for us. He demonstrated his love and care by quiet dedication and support. Not long ago, this past summer my niece accompanied me on a road trip to Pikeville, NC to visit our grandmother and aunt. Aunt Cynthia gave me background information about the trip grandmother and grandfather made to Arizona. Aunt Cynthia told me my grandparents did not know exactly where my family lived. My mother was divorced from their son (my father) and she had recently moved. Without an address and the modern technological navigational assistance of GPS, my grandparents rented an RV and headed towards Arizona. My grandfather was the driver. I imagine grandmother praying and fussing, fussing and praying all along the way. Aunt Cynthia told me grandfather was sure he would find us. Once they arrived in Tucson, he asked questions and finally found someone who knew our family and gave him directions to our house. At the time of my grandparents visit, I did not know this. I didn’t realize that we had been out of touch with them when we moved. It wasn’t until many years after my grandfather has passed that Aunt Cynthia shared this story with me. If it wasn’t for my grandfather’s quiet support, love and devotion, our family connection would be lost.

Another living example of someone giving is Fred Siegfriedt. His first name is Edgar but he preferred everyone call him Fred. Fred’s passing is more recent than my grandfather’s. When I met Fred he was retired from his advertising agency. He volunteered his time to mentor and counsel a friend of my family. I came to know Fred through my friend who introduced us one day. When my grandfather passed away, Fred was a second grandfather to me. Contrastingly, Fred was liberal, outgoing, very vocal, and was always full of hugs, handshakes and kisses on the cheek. The greatest gift Fred gave to me was his time. He realized that my family was far away so he was always available if and when I needed to talk. When I called him up to share with him the trials and tribulations of raising two small toddlers alone, he had grandfatherly words of wisdom and a suggestion that I visit his church and see how the children would like the children’s program there. When I talked about how stressful it was working and raising two children, he invited all of us (the children and me) to his home for dinner. While at dinner, his wife (Joan Siegfriedt who recently passed away 1 year ago) shared stories of her raising children alone while Fred was overseas in the Army and later away on business trips. Because Fred shared his life with mine, I was able to see the other side of life: the part of life where I’m a retired loving grandmother who shares her gifts to encourage others.

These are just small glimpses into the blessings, gifts and sacrifices others have given me. I am abundantly and wondrously blessed. Though I may not own a multitude of material things, there is so much I have to give. As a challenge to myself and in honor of the two soldiers whose memories I will always remember, I will consciously give something every day. This is a personal growth exercise for me. As part of my personal growth, I will keep a giving journal. What will be the results? Will they be small, insignificant, and unnoticed? Maybe they will. Maybe they won’t. “People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.  Do good. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.” (Mother Teresa of Calcutta)
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Monday, November 18, 2013

What's New? Let's See Where to Begin.

I have been very busy since I posted my last blog entry. Since my last posting, some of my subscribers have been asking me about follow ups from previous entries. So, what's new? Let's see where to begin.

January 25, 2010, I posted "She's Using what She's Got". In this short entry, I shared a personal challenge to myself to conserve for a year buy not purchasing anything new for myself. How did it go? Other than food, I followed through with my New Year's Resolution of 2010. Noticeably, I saved money. One slightly negative consequence happened from my conservative approach. While training for my 5th mini-marathon in 2011, I got a very painful shin splint injury in my left knee? How did that happen? Hmmm. The culprit for my injury was the running shoes I had been running in for 3 years. (Aghast) I won't be doing that again. The general recommendation is to replace your running shoes (that means buy new ones) every 300 to 500 miles. (TheRunnersGuide.com) My shin actually ached on and off for about two years. Today I am pain free. Before running, I have to do extra stretches for my shins.

In March, 2009 "The Meaning" post was born. At that time I was feeling the tremendous weight, pressure, and isolation that comes with working a full time job with overtime and taking a heavy fulltime course load of college class work. I realized I wasn't Super Woman. Thank you all for inquiring about my academic pursuit. Guess who's back on the scholastic track today? This time around I am wiser.

"Little Women" is the title of the April 1, 2009 log. How are my two little women doing? They are now ages 23 and soon to be 21. Each daughter is actively pursuing her dream. One daughter is working on her Masters and has accomplished many creative projects as a student. The other daughter decided on a career with the military and is currently serving our country.

Continuing on the path of nostalgia lane, March 20, 2009 I wrote the posting "Barbershop Memory". My mother (God rest her soul) was a barber. Making art with hair was her passion. It was last year, October 2012 during Breast Cancer Month (mother passed away 15 years ago from cervical cancer) that I decided to color my hair pink in memory of my mother and all those who have battled cancer and those who have survived it. Since my mother was a creative hairstylist, I am sure she would of loved my hair. By now, all of my friends and most of my family are use to seeing my hair this color. For the rest of my family, you might be shocked at the next family reunion.

The hour is growing late and my eyes are growing tired. It's time to get some rest. There are still more updates to come. Until my next posting, I wish you well.

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

U mean so much 2 me


 U mean so much 2 me

Whatever happened to the quaint art of sending thoughtful, sincere, heartfelt greetings in a card or a letter? My grandmother was the one in the family who kept in touch by sending cards on birthdays or special occasions. Memories of joy and anticipation are what I had as a child waiting to open the envelope that came from grandmother. Inside would be a lovely card embellished with glitter and artwork with a little girl on the outside and a special number (whatever age I was that year). Inside the lovely card, grandmother would write loving words of encouragement and wisdom. I've decided to continue this quaint tradition.

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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Falling


Tis the season to be sneezing. Growing up in the west, I admired the native, rustic, bare, arid, Saharan, landscape. I have lived in several states in the United States. Currently, I find myself residing somewhere in the mid south. Among the perks I cherish about living in the mid south is the change of seasons. I know there is an actual change in weather from spring and summer to fall and winter. I can visually see and feel the evidence that the weather has changed. Summer in the mid south is beautiful. Not only is the sunshine warm and friendly (much like the people here) but the scenery is full of color, fragrances, activity and life. Living my childhood in the west has made me appreciative of desert beauty. One of my most treasured visual memories of growing up in the west is the vivid, scenic, breath taking, sunsets generously lavished in indescribable colors. There was nothing better than driving up to the mountains just to watch the sun sink into the sprawling city landscape.
One of the drawbacks to living in the mid south is the hyper activation of dormant allergies. Yes, the plant life is lovely. However, in order for me to function in a somewhat normal fashion (without sneezing constantly, watery red irritated eyes, raspy voice, lethargic, skin nicely decorated with hives) I must subject myself to ingesting antihistamines or immunology (also known as allergy shots). Another thing I have to deal with in this region of America is changing my clocks twice a year due to daylight savings time. This is one thing I did not have to contend with in the west. All in all I think these minor issues are manageable and do not detract from living here.
After driving my daughter to the doctor's office, I saw a huge yellow and black spider in a very large web among some hydrangeas. I took the time (as my impatient teenage daughter who is always on the go) to ogle with surprise (What does that huge spider eat: people?) wonderment (These creatures do not exist out west.) and a little trepidation ( I'd like to take a picture but I do not want the spider to leap on me). After approaching cautiously and waiting patiently (My daughter is very comical. She knew I wanted to take a picture of the spider so in turn she tried to scare and agitate my unusual photographic subject. She even threw flower petals into the web. She successfully caused the huge spider to move beyond the perfect amateur picture pose.) I eventually took this picture. The spider eventually moved back into position. I was most impressed by the design inside the huge web spun by the spider. There was a zigzag pattern on it. I'm sure just like my native born mid southern children, this spider and it's web is a common site to most lifelong residents in this area. However, in my case I was an explorer who just stumbled upon a wonderfully unusual maybe even rare insect.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Postcards and Other Thoughts


It's summertime! One of my favorite seasons. Summertime is full of life. The outdoor landscape is decorated with animals, pets and people in colorful summer clothes, walking, jogging, bicycling, gardening, painting, yard selling, shopping, picnicking, swimming, and lounging.
I did not go anywhere exotic or far on my vacation this summer. Instead, I enjoyed a staycation. Since January 2010, I have been trying to live a little more green. So far, I have not bought any new clothes items for myself. Though I have purchased clothes for others (my kids) .Why is it when I commit to not buying clothes all the clothing stores I use to frequent have the best merchandise on sale? Another commitment I have made is driving less.
One day out of the week, I park Seabiscuit (my car) and get around on foot. What things are missed as Seabiscuit and I whiz by? While walking, fragrant perfumed whiffs from summer blossoms tingle my nose. I witness the indigenous animals, the ancient ones living their life. A family of raccoons hurrying back from a bountiful day of foraging in neighborhood garbage cans. Have you ever stopped to see, touch, and smell the world around you?
Picture postcards are nice to get in the mail. I am also getting back to the ancient art of sending hand written cards.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Seabiscuit Goes to Washington

On March 23, 2010 President Barack Obama signed the Health Care Reform Act. Amazingly, I was there in Washington, DC on Capitol Hill when the President signed the Health Care Bill. Seabiscuit (my 2002 Mazda Sedan) and I drove 9 hours on a Saturday night from Kentucky to DC. I was in downtown DC driving (to a conference) and listening to the radio Sunday morning, March 21, 2010, waiting for an update on the vote in Congress. Would the bill finally be approved? I was elated with awe and joy as I heard the news later that evening on the radio
on my drive from the conference to my cousin's home.

What does the Health Care Bill mean for someone who is unemployed and has no health insurance coverage? An unemployed person would qualify for the government subsidized plan. The new health care bill (H.R. 3962) would contain and lower medical costs for the average working American. If you change jobs, you would get to keep your insurance coverage. If you work for a business with 50 or more employees, your employer has to pay for your insurance coverage or face a fine of $2,000 per employee. Children would not be denied coverage for pre-existing conditions. In 2014, no one will be denied coverage for pre-existing conditions.
Wow. I think this is not only historical but very awesome. I think H.R. 3962 should be on every American's read list. (Click on the title Seabiscuit Goes to Washington to read H.R. 3962.)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

On May 8, Letter Carriers all over the nation will be collecting food for the "Stamp Out Hunger" food drive. Look for a postcard in your mailbox. If you are able to donate, please give canned food items. Have you ever walked 10 miles carrying a 50 pound load? That's what most letter carriers do 5 days a week through hot sun, pouring rain, trecherous ice, and snow. You can lighten your carrier's load. How? The next time you visit your local Post Office, bring your canned food donations with you.