Monday, March 24, 2014

CLARA BARTON...
saw a need and filled it... a truly remarkable woman

Life in the mid 1800's was filled with hard work and deeply rooted Christian beliefs. Political passions and a sense of right and wrong grounded these early Americans. But nothing in their lives could have prepared them for what was about to happen ...


The American Civil War 

Approximately 750,000 lives would be lost over a four year period. That is the equivalent of us suddenly losing two million Americans. No one predicted that number and NO ONE was prepared to deal with the casualties.

It would shatter almost every family and change the way the people viewed their government and the way the government viewed its responsibility toward its citizens.

Prior to the war there were no large hospitals, no ambulance system, no antibiotics and no information about the transfer of communicable diseases. There were no national cemeteries, no honoring the dead or pensions for the families. There was also no organized way to record the dead. All of that would change as Americans were stunned by the statistics of war.

People living at this time were keenly aware that life could be short and they had little or no control over when someone would be taken. They valued what they called the "GOOD DEATH" ... passing with loved ones around, final farewells, and being buried in a family plot. People were horrified as their loved ones lay rotting on battlefield and thousand and thousand were buried in unmarked graves. The notion of a "Good Death" was no longer available.



A government clerk working in the US patent office saw this overwhelming calamity and decided she would do something to help. Her name was CLARA BARTON.

When the Civil War broke out, she was one of the first volunteers to appear at the Infirmary in Washington where she cared for the wounded soldiers. When word came of the destitute conditions on the front and the shocking lack of medical supplies, Clara filled three army wagons with supplies and rode into the Battle of Antietam. There she found the surgeons trying to make bandages out of corn husks.

She was referred to as the "Angel of the Battlefield."

She made trip after trip, putting her life in danger while bringing aid to the Union casualties and the Confederate prisoners.. In 1864 as she was nursing a wounded soldier, a bullet tore through the sleeve of her dress. It did not strike her but killed the man she was caring for.

Burying the dead was a monumental task but identifying them was even more difficult. Clara worked tirelessly to aide the friends and families of missing soldiers by locating them among prison rolls or casualty lists.

She established the Bureau of Records of Missing Men and it was with her insistence that as many graves as possible were identified and marked.
By the end of the war she was exhausted. At her doctors insistence she went to Geneva, Switzerland to recover. There she discovered an organization called the Red Cross. She joined their ranks and even helped in the Franco-Prussian war in 1870.




Beyond her compassionate heart, Clara was a talented organizer. She had put people to work during two wars and now, upon her return and with the financial help of a friend she organized the AMERICAN RED CROSS and served as its leader for the next 20 years. She saw needs, she took action!

She was there in 1881 to aid the victims of a devastating forest fire in Michigan. In 1884 she chartered steamers to carry supplies up and down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to help the flood victims and in 1889 she and 50 volunteers rode the first train into Johnstown, Pennsylvania, to assist the survivors of a dam break that caused over 2,000 deaths.

Clara Barton spent her life helping others in times of catastrophe. She was a true humanitarian and a remarkable woman!

Watch this mini-biography about her life...




Saturday, March 22, 2014

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC FOR A SUNDAY

Homeward Bound

by Marta Keen Thompson


This is one of my favorite songs of all time. Hope you enjoy it!

“In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.
If you find it’s me you’re missing,
If you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning,
In the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again.
Bind me not to pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I’ll be homeward bound again.


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Friday, March 21, 2014

I HATE SPRING...

Yesterday was the 1st day of Spring. I was a bit under the weather so I didn't post. I'm a day late and a dollar short and I'm just saying... "I hate Spring! 


Now before you write me off completely, let me name a few things about Spring that I LOVE ... 

I love crocus and daffodils ... new baby lambs and little colts... 













pussy willows, lilac bushes, Easter egg hunts, Spring Break and longer days!

What I hate about Spring is that she is a "tease."  One day is sweater weather, the next I'm shivering in my down coat. Blue skies bring hope and excitement and then there's another snow storm. Its enough to give anybody whiplash!

I put up with the March wind and I love the April showers. But when May arrives I think it should be predictably warm. I don't want to plant lettuce and peas in the cold and the poor little tomatoes look pitiful under their cutout milk jugs. The old saying goes...

"In like a lion... out like a lamb." 

The only problem is that here in the Rocky Mountains the 1st day of Spring was mild.... and that means we've got a little "lion" in the forecast. 

The best thing about Spring is...  
Summer's coming!



Thursday, March 20, 2014


HAPPY 1st DAY OF SPRING!

"BEAUTIFUL CANDY... too pretty to eat."



Just when you think the world is right side up....  Taking the weekend off.  See you on Monday!


THREE WORDS ...

I use to watch the Oprah show religiously. I didn't always agree with everything she thought and said but she certainly paraded some interesting people across her stage.  I was sad when it ended. One show, in particular has stayed with me. Maybe its just a piece of the show... I really can't remember all the details. What I do remember is that she asked this question...

"What three words would you use to 
describe yourself?" 

Her premise was that if you picked your words carefully and accurately it would be a window into who you really are. So three words... I didn't think that would be too hard. The first one wasn't, the second I had to dig a little deeper and the third didn't come for years.

Here are my three words....


First word ... BEAUTY  

In the innermost part of my soul I am visually and thus emotionally motivated by beauty.  I love it in all of its forms, color, nature, fashion, interior design, fabric, art, wood, music, architecture, literature and poignant moments.

"I have always said that the day was wasted if I didn't 
laugh and cry." 

The crying wasn't because I was sad, it was because I was moved by something beautiful. It feeds my soul and motivates my decisions. I remember living in a little old rental house when I was first married. When Spring came I planted petunias in the front flower beds and the owner was shocked... "Why would you do that at your own expense" All I could think to say was because it makes it beautiful. Oprah's formula is right... this first word is WHO I AM. I want to live surrounded by beauty.

Second word ... GENUINE

I want the real deal, no imitations. When we built our house I wanted two things... a wrap around porch and river rock on the front.  I got them both.  I LOVE my rocks because they are real. I scrub them every spring and when I go in and out of the front door I like to brush them with my fingers.
                                                                                                                        MY HOME
I like genuine things but mostly I like genuine people. I am not a person who has "secrets" Ask me anything.

I like the phrase "What you see is what you get" and even if it isn't good news I like people to be straight up! "Two faced" is just so disingenuous!

Transparency sometimes comes with a price. Five years ago a women walked into my workplace and verbally tore me to shreds.  As hard as it was to hear, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Not all, but some of what she said was true. I didn't like it so......... I fixed it. I CHANGED!  Haven't seen her since that fateful conversation but if I ever do... I will thank her. Some of my rough edges are gone.

Third word... HISTORY

I didn't realize that history was an important part of who I am until I went back to work as the school librarian. It was a journey that took me full circle.

I was a very, very, young 17 year old when I graduated from high school and headed to college. I had never really made many decisions... I just did what I was told to do. So when I arrived at Brigham Young University I was thrilled to be on my own. Turns out I wasn't all that good at making decision. First mistake... I played and never went to class.

I remember thinking maybe I should at least make an appearance in my history class. I walked in and surprise, it was the mid-term exam. I FAILED. In fact on my transcript it says... American History "F"  All of that abruptly changed when my mother received a notice that I was on academic probation. I began to study but the "history thing" always haunted me.

Fast forward about 40 years to the library where part of my job is to tell "stories"  I quickly recognized that fantasy and fairy tales were not my favorite genres. What I ran into were stories from history. Real life stories so incredible that if Hollywood had made them up people would say... "That could never happen" But they did happen... they are real.

I have always been a storyteller, now all of that got wrapped around HISTORY. I began to collect real stories and I am passionate about it... just can't seem to stop telling them.

One of the first stories I shared with my students was the history behind the Iditarod Race that happens every March in Alaska. The story of "THE GREAT SERUM RUN OF 1925"  is incredible and I will share it with you on Monday.

So... until then...

I hope you will leave a comment and reveal at least one of the 3 words that describes you...  this could be fascinating.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

 I FEEL PRETTY ...

PURSE $130.00  Nordstrom (This little clutch also comes in pink and white)

I love scallops and this dress has plenty.  I like that it is very versatile... mix it with the printed handbag and it becomes casual, add a little white shrug or a structured jacket and its more refined. Either way its a beautiful piece.  

Then there are all the shoe options, here are just a few...


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

WHAT'S YOUR STYLE ...

A few years ago a friend of mine claimed that she did not care how she looked. I didn't question her but I also didn't believe her.  This was a woman who regularly had her false eyelashes done and was big on pedicures and manicures. The strange part was that she didn't seem to care what she wore and in her high profile job it was sometimes a problem.

So...  when she said... "HELP" I tried.  I had the best of intentions but I got it all wrong. I remember telling her to buy V-neck sweaters and collared shirts. If I bought a pair of shoes she bought the same pair in her size.  This went on for a while until we looked like fraternal twins...NOT A GOOD THING.

My style on the left... hers on the right.
 
Looking back I realized we really had very different styles and she needed to be HER not ME.

Everything about this woman screamed softness and femininity.  With her beautiful blond hair she was striking in any pastel, especially pink. She needed ruffles and shawls, swishy skirts and tons and tons of jewelry.

She finally figured this all out on her own... no thanks to me!

So when another friend approached me recently and said, "HELP"  I took a step back. I didn't want to go down that road again. I finally said,

"I can help you with the basics, and I can even give you my opinions but FIRST you need to figure out what your style is."

ARE YOU A...



Classic clothes, that stand the test of time, make up the foundation pieces for this style. With clean lines and a neutral color palette this wardrobe is iconic. Some pieces can last a lifetime. If this is your style it is easy to slip in something unusual once in a while and still maintain your polished look ... its a "class act."


I love casual clothes that still have a sense of style... khakis, a go to leather jacket, even well cut "work-out gear"  Comfort is a very important element but there is no need to sacrifice your persona. Even running errands this woman can still look "put together."



Elegant takes your breath away. With a flair for the dramatic it always makes an entrance. Think of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I have done this on occasion but really it feels exhausting to me. Everyday is a performance. 



With "Fancy Nancy" there's no such thing as too many accessories, ruffles, embellishments or lace. It's the height of femininity. My mother dressed me like this when I was young and although I love to see it on somebody else... I just CAN NOT wear it. I am a minimalist at heart!


Street Style is a very personal way of expressing who you are through fashion. Its edgy, it has attitude and it's an urban trendsetter. From demolished jeans to mixing the un-mixable, it is definitely not off the "rack"



I'm sure there are other categories and probably there's a little of each of these in all of us. 

I've been building a wardrobe for a long time... a mix between CLASSIC and SPORTY. I am beyond bored with all of it... change is definitely in the wind.  I am going to think outside the box and see what I am missing. Should be fun... 

DISCLAIMER - Pretty sure I won't be wearing ragged jeans or a leather bustier!