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It Takes a Whole Village to Raise a Child

  • Posted on September 14, 2010 at 8:27 pm
Global Children

We each must do all we can to help our children reach their full potential.

Today President Obama gave an education speech to the children of America.  Our Superintendent, Rob Olsen, required that we have our students watch the speech.  The speech was well received by the students in my sixth grade art class.  We had a discussion after the speech and I truly believe the students liked what they heard.  However, one girl did moan when the president said that they must do their homework.  Listening to the speech I remembered a quote from an African Proverb:  “It takes a whole village to raise a child”.  Of course, Hillary Clinton also made this point in her book, “It Takes a Village.”

It does take a village to raise a child especially today with all of the economic upheaval many families are facing.  All of us, not just teachers and students, need to step up and make sure our children are getting whatever they need to grow into productive, happy adults.  At Sturgis Middle School, where I teach, all the staff really works hard to create a “family” atmosphere with the students.  It has been my experience that our staff of teachers, administrators and support staff all care deeply about the welfare of our students.  It isn’t just about raising scores on a test even though we all put forth much effort to create a positive testing environment.  Many teachers and staff have worked hard to make sure students get what they need when their physical or emotional needs aren’t met.  In fact our mission statement ensures that all of us get what we need to be the best that we can be.  “Sturgis Middle School is dedicated to the academic, emotional and social development of each individual.”  We have always felt that all of us need to be a part of the mission statement.  Teachers need to continually develop their craft just as students hone in on their academic abilities.  We encourage each other whether we are teachers, administrators or support staff to aim high in whatever we are doing in our lives!

When the president spoke today I think it was a very positive speech for students to hear.  They hear these same things from their teachers, family and other important people in their lives but I think there was something special about a president encouraging my students to do their best.  President Obama talked about possibilities.  He told students to stay focused on education.  He said, “Nobody gets to write your destiny but you!”  He also said, “The farther you go in school, the farther you go in life.”  My students took much of what he said to heart.  I asked the students why they think the president said it is more important now than ever before to get a good education.  This prompted much discussion about jobs going to China and such.  However, one resourceful young boy said, “We must get educated so we can take care of the pollution and carbon emissions.”  I thought for his age this was a substantial response as well as very thoughtful.  I told him how President Clinton had told my son’s graduation class from the University of Michigan about the same thing.  President Clinton implied that his generation messed up the world and my son’s generation would have to fix the pollution and such.

President Obama went on to tell the students to show up on time, pay attention in class, do their homework, and that excellence is essential for success.  He reminded them that they couldn’t just sit around waiting for luck to happen and that hard work can make the difference.  He told them that excelling isn’t about being smarter, it’s about working harder than anyone else.  He also encouraged them to encourage each other and to be proud of each other’s successes.  He encouraged them to fulfill the promise to be the best that they can be.  He told them life is precious and filled with diversity but we all should recognize ourselves in each other.  These were all inspiring words for my students.  He closed by mentioning a little girl’s letter from Georgia.  He quoted her letter by saying, “I try to achieve my dreams and help others to do the same.”

That final quote from the girl from Georgia says it all.  We must all step up and help our children and each other achieve our dreams.  We can’t give up and nor should our children when faced with adversity.  We must march on and create a life that is fulfilling and complete.  Our children should be encouraged to be the best they can be and we as adults must help them accomplish their goals.  If you don’t have a child or you are not a teacher, think about mentoring a child, assisting a coach, volunteering at a school or anything else that supports our children.  If you cannot be present then give your support through charitable organizations that help children get the clothes, heat and other essentials that they need.  We must all remember that education is not just taught by a teacher with a degree.  We can all help in the education of our youth by remembering that it does indeed take a village to raise a child!

Tribute to My Mom

  • Posted on September 3, 2010 at 5:05 pm

My Wonderful Mom

My Beautiful Parents

My Wonderful Mom and Dad

Today would have been my mother’s 99th birthday.  Even though she died in 1996 I still think about her every single day.

My mother was a very special lady.  I don’t know any woman that could ever measure up to her in my mind.  I often refer to her as having been a “saint” because she birthed and raised ten boys!  That alone puts her in a special place in heaven for me.  Beyond raising children she was also a teacher of English and Home Economics, a grandmother and my dad’s best friend..  My mother was my best friend as well and greatest cheerleader.  I could always count on mom to lift my spirits when I was feeling unsure about some decision or give me strength when I needed it to make a decision.

She was a “no nonsense” type of person and she had little time for indecisiveness.  When a job needed to be done, you just do it.  In her mind you don’t agonize over every little thing and you certainly don’t sweat the small stuff!  When presented with a problem or a challenge my mom would figure out what to do.  She did this in her own life and she encouraged me to do it in my life.  My mother was so much better at it than I currently am though.

My mom was a brilliant woman.  I have never known any other person that could play cards like her.  We would play pinochle and she would remember what everyone else played and count up the points in a match as we played and tell us how many points each team had at the end of each hand.  We would laboriously go through the counting process when the hand was over only to discover that she was always correct.  She was amazing!  She was also a wonderful cook and baker.  She baked so many pies and bread that I cannot even fathom how many she did in her lifetime.  She could fill the counters on any given day and by night time much would be consumed.

Mom made holidays all about “breaking bread” and breaking bread was all about eating the food she created with her loving hands.  She always believed there was room for one more.  Everyone was welcome at her table.  If she knew you were coming home she’d try to make something that she knew you really liked.  My father always said he made her into a good cook.  Maybe some of that is true in a way.  However, dad always told her when he didn’t like something, even though he was the best fed man around!

As my parents got older I can remember mom and dad making “monster cookies” together.  I had thrown a huge pottery bowl that they always used for this occasion.  The monster cookies were about the size of three cookies, huge really.  They’d make a very large batch of these cookies.  When mom died on Thanksgiving Day she left us with a batch of those cookies.  Everyone was so emotional eating those cookies thinking about mom and grandma!  She never put any of us out.  She always took care of us.  Even when she died she took care of us.  She had baked goods made, a fully stocked pantry and as we came together as a family to celebrate her life, she fed us one last time!

My mom is truly the reason I went back to teaching.  When my son, Josh, was in Kindergarten I took my pottery wheel up to his class and demonstrated and also let the students make something which I later fired.  I had a blast with the children and it really got me thinking about how much I missed teaching.  My certificate had lapsed so I would have to go back to school for a semester to get it updated.  I couldn’t see how I could possibly do it being a single parent and having many responsibilities.  Mom had an answer for every excuse I came up with.  I remember telling her I had been out of class too long and maybe taking classes wouldn’t be easy.  You know I could fail.  My mom told me how smart I was and that I would do fine.  Of course she was right and I got an “A” in every class.  I didn’t see how I could afford to go.  Mom said she’d loan me the money.  I didn’t see how I could uproot my son from school two times in the year.  My mom told me Josh will adapt.  She was right on everything of course.

The hardest thing I had to do was move to Sturgis when I got my current teaching job.  I wanted to go but I didn’t want to leave my parents.  I lived just two miles from them.  I loved being so close to them but I had to do what was best for my family.  I spent many weekends running up north to see mom and dad.  I don’t regret any of those long drives “home”.  Mom was so happy for me.  She always encouraged me in every endeavor.  She was there for me helping me in everything I’ve ever done and even today as I make my current choices, she is always in my heart.  Often times I think about what mom would do or say and how she would approach a problem.  It gives me comfort.  If someone says to me, “You look like your mom!”  I feel special.  Even though I know I look probably more like my dad as I have the “Miller” nose and my dad’s clear blue eyes!  Sometimes I see mom when I look in the mirror and I hope that I have the true “heart” of my mom as she loved people.

My mom loved her family most and we all knew this.  She could talk non stop about her children, what they were doing, how many kids they had.  If you were willing to listen, she was always willing to talk.  These were the most important things to her.  Recently many of my nephews have been having children and creating their families.  When I look at the pictures of their children, I often think about how much both my parents would be so happy seeing all these beautiful children.  Mom and dad were all about family.  These new extensions to our family would have been greatly loved by my parents.  Mom would be so happy seeing all these new babies

My mom was a magnificent person, a special woman, with a pioneer spirit and a zest for life.  In my dreams I would love to be like my mom as she is the most amazing person, other than my dad, that I have ever known.  Through all kinds of ups and downs and hardships and trials her character always shone through.  She was there for people.  She was present in everything she did whether she was raising her family, teaching, being a part of the community or just having a conversation.  My mom was someone you would remember.  She lives on in all of her family.  I miss her today like I miss her every day but today is that special day when I can celebrate her birth, September 3rd (1911).  She was a grand lady with soft hands and a smile that could warm your heart.  If you ever played cards with her she’d shake her leg and grin like a Cheshire cat when she knew she had my dad beat!  That picture will always be in my mind..

A Place to Put My Stuff

  • Posted on August 30, 2010 at 7:36 pm

There is a point to be made about the “stuff” George Carlin rants about.  I know I have a lot of stuff.  Some of it I don’t pay much attention to but it still sits there, with me unable to throw it out or give it away.  After all, I might need that stuff some day.

When I was in high school my French teacher would get so mad at us when we said we had to get our “stuff”.  She always said, “You stuff a turkey!”  She insisted that stuff was action, doing something and that it definitely wasn’t a noun as in the things we always talk about when we mention “our stuff.”  The class always laughed and I guess most of us never really learned that lesson because I’m sure we all can relate to the “stuff” that George talks about.

Recently, I came across a postcard that I had sent to my brother, Bob, when I was very young and on a trip out west.  I found this postcard after my father passed away.  I’m sure Mom kept it with her “stuff”.  Now it’s once again “my stuff”.  After all it is a part of my history and it even has a Kennedy stamp on it!  How cool is that?

I wonder why so many of us keep and collect so much stuff.  I am as guilty as the next person and maybe more so.  My biggest collection is probably artwork.  I don’t have enough walls to put all the art up that I have bought, traded for and made.  Yet, I keep finding things and making things that adds to my stuff.  George says the answer for most of us is buying a bigger house.  I live alone so I doubt I’ll go for a house much bigger than the one I already own.  Some people suggest rotating the artwork by the seasons.  However, art isn’t the only stuff I have.  Like most people I have a lot of stuff hanging around from clothing, dishes and even furniture pieces.  I cannot think of parting with my stuff, so I am kept in a constant mode of keeping the stuff somewhere by dusting around it and moving it from one place to the other.  I box it up only to discover it years later and wonder once again about it.

I’ve watched the show “Clean House” and I have discovered that a lot of people have a bigger problem with their stuff than I have, so it always make me feel like my stuff is okay!  Since I live alone no one else has to deal with my stuff on a regular basis.  However, like George, if you are looking for space for your stuff on the dresser in my guest room, you will discover my stuff is already there.  I have plenty of little tchotchkes that most people would say, “What are you hanging on to that for?”

As school starts I try to organize my stuff.  It means going through lots of stuff and keeping most of it but giving some to the Goodwill store and putting some in the garbage.  I have found that I have more stuff at school.  As an art teacher it is easy to collect a lot of things because all that stuff might be useful in an art project.  So as I weed through my stuff and organize my life for the new school year I wish you well with all your stuff.

I’d like to just add that this poor woman couldn’t even be found in all of her stuff when she died.  So find some way to live with your stuff without getting lost in it.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5hk3EHn9n_UVFd2eEMcvmTEJVgNuAD9HRUOQO2

Tide Puts the Stain in Dysfunctional Parenting

  • Posted on August 27, 2010 at 1:35 pm

Okay, I’m ready to go off on a common commercial seen today for Tide.  First of all I think Tide markets their product in a way that they think is acceptable to the viewer.  This ad for me proclaims much of what is wrong with our society.

Mom is a “party” girl.  I’m left to believe that she is into the night life and is some how keeping this from her family.  We don’t see a dad, so maybe she is single.  Her daughter is wondering where her green shirt is as she can’t seem to find it in her closet.  Mom knows where it is but chooses to lie to her daughter.  It is so bothersome to me that this “mother” is the “model” for her young daughter that I can’t believe that this may be where our society is at right now.  Many people seem to lament about what may have gone wrong in our society from everything like our manners, education, children growing up to soon and inappropriate behavior by both the young and the old.  It seems like it can be summed up in this commercial.  Mom is too busy living her own “party” life to be a good example for her daughter.  Dad seems to be out of the picture and mom has chosen to be a liar.

If Tide is correct and this is a snapshot into our society then it isn’t hard to understand what’s wrong with this picture.  Mom acts like the teenage daughter that is trying to get away with something from her parents.  The daughter is left acting clueless to mom but it appears that she is on her own and learns quickly that she better take care of herself because mom isn’t there for her.  We never see mom go up and help her look for it.  We only witness mom calmly lying just like a sneaky teenager that is telling you they didn’t do what you know they did!  If this commercial truly imitates real life, than there are some massive problems with parenting today.

I am a single parent.  My son is an adult now.  I cannot imagine acting anything like this woman when my son was growing up.  She has sent her daughter some very real messages.  If her daughter figures it out, she will probably end up being a liar just like dear old mom!

Worker’s Hell

  • Posted on August 26, 2010 at 11:46 am

A handout picture provided by Chilean President Sebastian Pinera showing a handwritten note with the message "All 33 of us are fine in the shelter", written by the miners trapped deep underground for 17 days, in Copiapo, Chile, 22 August 2010. EPA/JOSÉ MANUEL DE LA MAZA/CHILEAN PRESIDENCY/HO

A Mining Family

Okay, if you have been here before you now understand the title of my blog, “What’s on Katie’s Mind?”  My brain is always going.  I’m always thinking about things that relate to politics, art and education and of course I have my own unique perspective.  If I’m out shopping I might see some obscure thing that may give me an idea for an art project for my students.  My brain tends to hop around a lot in thought from one thing to the other.  Maybe this is the way everyone processes information.  I don’t really know.  I just know that since my son, Josh, gave me this blog, I have found it really rewarding to write about some of the many ideas and thoughts that come to me on a daily basis.  Much thanks to my wonderful son, Josh.  Today I’m thinking about several things again, as always.  It’s hard to pick just one topic to write about.  These are the thoughts I’m having:

Worker’s Hell:

The risk is always at the bottom and the payoff is always at the top.

Education:

Is there a correlation with the drop in worker pay with the falling education scores?

19th Amendment:

Even though we celebrate ninety years, there are still inequities in pay and that ever illusive ERA has never been ratified.

Just heard on TV:

British spy murdered…Mystery…found in sports bag…..may have taken important work home.   Computer stolen…sex games…porn…quiet person….cyclist….  This might be interesting to find out more about the spying, that is!

I’d like to focus a little bit on that “Worker’s Hell”.

We have all heard about the Chilean miners.  I know everyone is praying for their safe return to their families.  We are being told that this reunion could take months so obviously these poor guys are in serious “Worker’s Hell”.  It is disturbing how many major catastrophes there have been for workers in mines and oil rigs this past year or so.  Maybe there are more or maybe we are hearing more about it.  One thing stands out for me and that is all of the mortal risk for these corporations that run these businesses is at the bottom of the pay grade.  It is the worker bees that suffer the personal losses of life, limbs and economic hardship.  The CEO at the top collects the pay off.  It would be extremely rare to hear about a CEO dying on the job unless he/she had a heart attack or die in a plane or automobile crash.  They just don’t die doing hard labor.

What seems to be over looked in this whole mine disaster is the safety of the mine to begin with.  We are so busy just worrying about the miners that not much noteworthy effort from news sources has been placed on this issue.  There was an accident in 2007 at this mine that killed two peoples.  There should have been much effort at that time to make this mine safer.   http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Americas/2010/0824/Chile-mine-collapse-sounds-alarm-on-safety-standards

This is the most important excerpt from this article:

Chile has a free-market economy where the first principle is to maximize profit without any other consideration. We need to take other things into consideration, including worker security,” Augustin Latorre, spokesman for the Mining Federation, an association of 22 unions at private mines, said in a telephone interview. “The state should offer, in particular in mines, the necessary security measures and inspections. We aren’t demanding that mines be closed, but that they be secure.”

This sounds so familiar.  We could talk about the BP oil spill or the recent coal mine disasters but the truth is corners have always been cut to maximize profits.

I don’t want to speculate about these miners and the real hardships they are facing over the next several months with their confinement.  Mika, on Morning Joe, actually laughed this morning in reference to the fact that these guys are being told to “stay slim”.  If you don’t know Mika Brezinski, she is the spoiled, entitled brat of Zbigniew Brezinski who has been on a “fat kick” for years.  She likes to tell people to go on diets.  I couldn’t believe anyone could be so cold to find humor in any of this.  However, she will never be a “worker bee” that faces eminent peril.  She is too far up the food chain!  It is a nightmare beyond imagination to wonder how the scientists are going to pull these guys up through some endless tunnel to safety.  I cannot even imagine the terror of going up a short length of a dark hole let alone one that is 2300 feet underground.  I cannot and do not want to think about being entombed in a dark hole underground anxiously wondering about my rescue.  My heart goes out to all these people and their families.

My heart always goes out to the “worker bees”.  These are the people that move a country.  They put food on the table.  They mine the minerals that we use in everything from energy production to computers and jewelry.  These are the workers that use manufacturing equipment that can literally crush them.  These are the workers that can have limbs removed because someone cut a corner and either bought old, unsafe equipment or didn’t teach them safety standards.

No one should laugh at any worker bee as they take all the risk and receive the least amount of benefit.  The CEO, the president, the person at the top gets the pay off.  They expend the least amount of risk and receive the greatest benefits.

It’s time that we reward those worker bees.  The people that are at the bottom of this proverbial food chain that have jobs that are not safe should be protected and rewarded with greater pay for the obvious risks they take to put food on the table for their families.  Often times these people know no other way.  Dad worked in the mine.  Grandpa worked in the mine and there is no other choice for them.  So, they work in a mine.  Many probably would prefer other work.  I know you’re thinking someone has to do this work.  That may be true but the jobs can be made safer and more lucrative for the workers.  It shouldn’t be just about maximizing profits.  There has to be some financial reward for workers that work in very unsafe jobs.

We may have to pay a bit more for the products or the CEO and the administrators and owners of the company may have to receive a little less “bonus” money but it needs to be done.  This isn’t a radical thought even though I know someone will say and think I’m a socialist.  I may be.  I don’t know.  That’s just a label.  I believe in social justice as I was taught with my Catholic upbringing.  It’s time that the worker bees banded together and demanded social justice for all.

Just Say, “No!” to PetCo

  • Posted on August 24, 2010 at 7:09 pm

I went to PetCo today and I must say that store is way over rated.  Even though I love my kitty and my doggy I don’t think I’ll be spending much time at Petco.  I went in looking for a dog house.  They had one expensive ugly thing that looked like a plastic igloo.  I decided I’d go ahead and buy the one online that I had seen earlier.  I bought a toy for my dog which cost ten bucks and is already destroyed a half an hour after giving it to Brodie.  I found PetCo prices way out of touch with reality.  It’s the same Chinese junk anyone can buy at Wal-Mart or K-Mart but it’s more expensive at PetCo.

I must say they do have quite a selection of goods.  That is probably their saving grace.  I saw a variety of different rawhide treats in big buckets.  The price was $2.49 a pound or so I thought!  When I got to the check out I had a pound and it was ringing up at around ten bucks.  I was puzzled.  The clerk told me that it is $2.49 for a quarter of a pound.  Imagine my surprise!  I pointed to the sign and under the large lettering for $2.49 was very small lettering that said ¼ pound!  That’s a nice little trick PetCo but I left that treat for your clerk to put back.  I knew I was going to Sam’s Club and I can get a lot more treats for my money there.  I had looked at buying my puppy food at PetCo but the brand I wanted is cheaper at TSC which is right in Sturgis.  I decided I’d buy my pet food at TSC when I really need it.  I have plenty for the time being.

The only reason I am posting this is to announce that PetCo is one big box chain I’ll be passing on.  I love my animals but I can find better deals elsewhere.  I did end up buying some cat food basically for the same price I have paid at my local Kroger store.  Yes, you are probably thinking that it saves time to go to just one store.  However, I don’t usually go out just for pet supplies.  I am usually doing other shopping anyway.  I am not going to let PetCo become my pet peeve.  I’ll just avoid it in the future!

Living Off the Grid

  • Posted on August 23, 2010 at 4:28 pm

I cannot imagine being the last of your kind.  I came across this article today about a Brazilian man that is the last of his native tribe. His tribe has remained “un-contacted” by civilization.  People were first made aware of him about fifteen years ago.  Indians are “protected” so the government has set up a 31 square mile protective zone around this man.  There have been attempts to make peaceful contact with him that have lead to an arrow in the chest, so he is left alone.  His village was probably destroyed by land hungry settlers in 1996.

Today it’s hard to imagine this man’s life.  While the rest of us are tied to our jobs, homes and lifestyles this man is only tied to survival.  He doesn’t have anyone or any real possessions.  His contact with other humans has been negative for a variety of potential reasons.  We don’t really know what happened to his people.  Were they destroyed by the loggers that came in to clear the forest?  There is an issue of trust.

Today we all know kids that have no idea how to entertain themselves if they don’t have an Ipod, video game or TV.  Can you imagine just having nature in your life?  The only man made device you have might be your bow and arrows or other weapons or tools.  It’s hard for most of us to even imagine this is possible but some places in this world must still be fairly remote to access.

In the United States of America we have what has always been called a “melting pot” of cultures.  We have people that have chosen to move here from all over the world.  With them they bring their cultures but alas many of these cultures are lost when people try to become “Americanized”.  I know in my own family much of our Czechoslovakian culture has been lost except for some food recipes.  When my mother was young it was frowned upon to teach the old native language as people wanted and were expected to learn English.  When people spoke in a ‘foreign” language it was to their detriment.  We all know that certain groups of people were highly abused when they came to this country.  It wasn’t just Africans put into slavery that have been abused but also Catholics, Polish, Irish, so many ethnic groups, too many to really mention.  The point of what I am trying to get to is that as we assimilate into this “American” culture much of our past is lost.  Obviously, the most abused in our culture were the natives.  These people and much of their culture was destroyed by the continual movement to the west and the land grab that came with it.

With this man in Brazil who defies all attempts to be contacted and as far as we know “studied”, it is amazing that he endures just as people endured probably for centuries.  As cell towers and electric grids are built around him he defies all logic and remains in his ancestral past clinging to only what he has always known, nature and his own way of life.

I have commented here on my living alone and not feeling lonely but I have the ability to seek out people when I want to be around people.  I wonder how someone goes through days and nights without another living person around them.  Does this man have a pet?  My life revolves around my pets.  I wonder how he entertains himself.  Has he made up games?  Years ago I used to watch “Survivor” and always thought it was interesting but it was so much like playing house in terms of real survival.  As the years went on with that show the promoters realized they had to provide more food.  The early survivors came back pretty skinny.  This guy is a real survivor but not just physically but in spirit.  They say there are signs that he may believe in some kind of spiritual life.  Maybe that keeps him going.  Maybe he expects to meet his family again.

We all remember the saying “No man is an island.”  We have always been taught that we need each other and that we are a part of something bigger than ourselves.

This is a quotation from John Donne (1572-1631). It appears in Devotions upon emergent occasions and seuerall steps in my sicknes – Meditation XVII, 1624:

“All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated…As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness….No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

I feel that this man in Brazil is living like an island but in many ways he is a part of each of our own lost ancestor’s lives.  This man who lives only for his own survival is not unlike the rest of us.  He is “us” in our most primal form.  His goal is survival.  Ours in many ways are the same.  He is a part of our past as much as we have lost our own lost cultures.  If he were ever captured he would just be an anthropological case study.  His life probably scares all of us that can’t imagine what we are going to do if we lose our jobs, our homes or some other thing that we need let alone our lifestyle.  How would we survive those losses?  It is obvious that the strong will survive.  They always have.  That bell will toll for him some day but it will be for all of us as no man is really an island.

Miller Family Reunion

  • Posted on August 18, 2010 at 12:22 pm

Many pictures from the Miller family past can be seen here.

http://sites.google.com/site/millerfamilyunite/home

I am truly a “home body”.  I would prefer to be in my home better than any where else.  Even though I live alone it still is the one place in the world that I can just be me twenty four hours a day.  I like the feel of my bed, the antics of my crazy dog and cat, and the warm comfort of my “things” around me.  It’s a relief to be home after a long weekend away!

This past weekend I went to our “Miller” family reunion.  This is the family on my father’s side.  There were well over one hundred people at the reunion which was held in Dexter, Michigan at the Hudson Metro Park.  The weather was pretty good and we all had a pleasant time out under the trees.  Many of us waited until the last of the day to leave.  People came from all over the country to visit with family they hadn’t seen in years.  I was really surprised and impressed at my brothers as they made this reunion a priority.  I have ten brothers and nine of them made it to this reunion.  Many of my brothers live in Alaska but they worked vacation time around this event.  All of the Miller families were represented.  The only one missing from our family was my brother Jim who lives in Mexico.  I’m sure he would have come if he was able to find a way.  Much thanks goes to the Nye family which orchestrated this reunion.  Aunt Katie Nye is my father’s baby sister.  There are only three Miller girls left, Katie, Ester and Glady.  All of the other brothers and sisters from the Miller family have passed away including my dear father.  My father would have been proud of his boys and girls for making this reunion a priority.   Three of us were so tied to our dogs that we brought them with us but I must say all of the dogs were on their best behavior!

It was a potluck and there was plenty to eat all day long!  We played Euchre and had an auction to raise money for the next reunion which will be in two years.  We also celebrated my Aunt Esters ninetieth birthday. 

She was thrilled that so many came to this reunion.  I think she was truly tickled to see everyone.  Aunt Glady didn’t make it and I’m not sure why.  Aunt Katie made a baby blanket that was auctioned off and that was quite a memento as she is in her early eighties.

It’s always difficult to have long meaningful conversations when you’re trying to get around and see family that you haven’t seen in years when there are so many of them.  I didn’t get to really talk with everyone like I would have liked but I totally enjoyed the day.  I would have enjoyed even more time visiting.  I bought a rather large framed artwork that I will be taking to school.  It’s one wild and rather primitive looking cat.  I will be using it as a sample for a special project my students will work on.  It was so much fun bidding against my brother Toby.  He ended up with one and I ended up with the other.  I think his plan was to bid me up and I was supposed to get both of them.  I foiled that one when he had to pay for one of them.  He was flying so our cousin Jim agreed to take it back to New Mexico with him.  I had a pleasant time talking with Jim as he had visited the Frederick Meijer Gardens in Grand Rapids and saw the Dale Chihuly exhibit.  I saw it Memorial Weekend so it was fun talking about the art.

There weren’t a lot of young people.  I think it’s hard to get them to this type of an event.  I know my son wasn’t too keen on giving up his weekend so he stayed home in Chicago.  I did have a nice talk with Linda Steigenga’s daughter, Kayla and her husband.  She’s a dog lover like me and brought her beautiful Border Collie/Australian Shepherd mixed dog to the reunion.  She and her husband are both attending Ferris State University.  She reminded me so much of her mother just as Linda reminds me of her mother.  The cycle just continues.  We are all from our parents.  A part of them lives in each of us.  My cousin Carol is always the life of the party.  She came over and gave me a hug.  I told her she smelled good and she told me that was “sex”.  It ended up being “White Diamonds” but Carol made it possible for me to put her husband Joe on the spot.  I love Carol as she is hilarious and always ready for a good time.  I partnered with my brother Pete in the Euchre tournament.  It was probably a bad decision as both our cards were horrible.  We crashed and burned fast.  It didn’t really matter though as there were many other people to visit.

In our hearts I know that all of us were thankful for the opportunity to see each other and break bread together in the spirit of our parents.  Our heritage invites stories of the past but this group was working on stories for the future.  Many met and reminisced about the past and caught up on the day.  Many grew up close but scattered like the wind when their jobs took them far away.  We are all descendants of the Miller family with a rich heritage of large families, Catholicism and sharing.  We were a community in the homes we grew up in and we were a community on this day.  We came together and shared like one heart beat the experiences of our lives, good and bad, that made us who we are today.  I will treasure this day and my heritage.  I will embrace the memory of my kin and pray that all remain healthy until we meet again.

Crazy Woman Leaves Purse in Wal-Mart Shopping Cart

  • Posted on August 12, 2010 at 3:11 pm

By now if you have been reading any of my posts you know I write about whatever is on my mind.  Today I was the crazy woman that left her purse in a Wal-Mart shopping cart.  When you see the size of my purse, you will be left wondering how on earth I could misplace, lose, forget such a mammoth being.  Rest assured it is possible.  The following is a letter that I just sent via email to my local paper the Sturgis Journal.  I hope they publish it.

One "Mammoth Purse" that seems to take up the seat of the wing back chair!

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing in regards to an incident that happened today when I went to our local Wal-Mart store.  Upon leaving the store and filling my cart I drove home only to discover that I didn’t have my purse.  My purse is huge, so it is amazing that I forgot it in the cart.  In all fairness to myself, I do usually carry a small purse with a strap that goes over my shoulder.  This purse was new and I was unaccustomed to it and obviously distracted when I left it in the cart.  I drove home and went to get out of my car only to discover my purse was gone.  I checked the trunk and realized that to my horror I’d left it in the cart.  I immediately returned to the store thinking about all of the credit cards that I would have to cancel and all of the other important things that were in my purse like my license, social security card and cell phone.  My thoughts were just rushing through my head with the hope that a Good Samaritan had found my purse or it was still in the cart.

Of course when I got there the cart was empty.  I went inside and the “greeter” hadn’t seen it.  I went to the Customer Service department and much to my amazement a Wal-Mart employee had discovered my purse and took it into the store.  I was so relieved and thankful for that employee.  Nothing was missing and I really wanted to leave a reward.  I was told that it is against store policy and the person would not be able to receive a reward.  They could lose their job.  The Customer Service people also could not remember who turned it in.

So, here I am on my computer trying to find a way to thank this wonderful person.  This person needs to know that without them I might not have been able to even go to my family reunion this weekend as I wouldn’t have any credit cards, money or even a license to get there.  So I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I want to also thank all of the Wal-Mart employees that assisted me on my search for my purse.  These employees were all top notch all the way!  This could have been a real nightmare for me but instead I’m left with a wonderful feeling about that special person that was thoughtful enough not to ignore a purse sitting in a cart.  Times are tough for people right now with this poor economy.  It’s easy to become a pessimistic person.  When something like this happens, it makes me keenly aware of the goodness of people.  This Wal-Mart employee will not soon be forgotten and their good deed is more than enough to cause a chain reaction.

Sincerely,

Katie

This is just a reminder to let everyone know there are angels among us that take care of absent minded people like me!

A Puppy Called “Congress”

  • Posted on August 8, 2010 at 2:18 pm

Brodie and Snow Bella, A Peaceful Moment

This morning I decided to give my ten month old Australian Shepherd, Brodie, a shower.  Giving Brodie a shower is not an easy task as he just hates it.  I tricked him and picked him up and put him in the bathroom and quickly shut the door.  I felt victorious at this accomplishment.  I know he felt tricked but I had won!  After I was done and dried him off with a couple of towels I let Brodie loose and he went hog wild running around the house.  I took a shower myself and went back out to see Brodie only to find him contently licking his paws and happy as can be.  Now you’re probably wondering what the point of all of this is but I am getting to it.  When I thought about Brodie another thought came to my mind.  I thought Congress is just like Brodie, my puppy!

Now you’re probably wondering what on earth I could be referring to so I’ll get right to it.  When you have a new puppy, it is all cute and wonderful.  There’s nothing that puppy could do that is going to really irritate you because you know it’s a puppy and it’s oh so cute.  A new congress is pretty much like a new puppy.  I remember when we were all very hopeful about the new congress that came in with President Obama.  Many of us decided to give them some leeway as we knew they had to figure things out and get used to the job.

There are other ways that congress is like a new puppy as well.  Puppies are pretty destructive.  They go on search and destroy missions where they might eat your shoes, bras, remote controls, you know, anything plastic.  Congress goes on these same missions trying to decide how they can tinker with some of our favorite government programs like public education, Social Security, and Medicare.  You name it, they’ll find a way to chew it up and make it worse.

Puppies are pretty unmanageable just like congress.  When Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid try to assert themselves and take control, they usually find out how hard it is to tame that little beast especially when he might have just peed on your leg.  Sometimes you love the congressman’s unruly moments like Representative Alan Grayson when he pissed on the Republican’s collective leg.

It’s okay as long as it’s their leg and not mine.  He was such a stubborn little puppy when some Republicans asked him to apologize for his outburst the previous day.  Here is his response to that, ever the cute little frisky puppy! 

Senator Reid couldn’t even get the senate to work on an energy bill.  He can’t get those unruly puppies to pass even a weak energy bill.  http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/editorial_opinion/editorials/articles/2010/08/07/even_facing_an_emergency_the_gop_fizzles_on_energy/

They just won’t listen to him much, like your puppy when he is distracted by something outside and you’re calling him back!

Congress also seems to have to be nurtured just like a puppy.  They need lots of perks from lobbyist to keep them contented.  They need lots of money and pats on the back from their constituents to keep them in office.  They also seem to like to run in packs and play with the “big dogs”.  You know those people that hold so much power and wealth.  Those puppies love to be entertained so they hang out with Hollywood hounds as well.  They really need a special amount of care much more than you and I do as they are quite temperamental just like a puppy.  While middle class household pay has stayed stagnant, congressional pay just gets better and better.  http://www.thecapitol.net/FAQ/payandperqs.htm

If you read through the link closely you will discover the untold perks available though staffing and pension as well.  This puppy is getting the royal treatment.

Sometimes when you are expecting your puppy to be up to something because it’s too quiet in the house, you only discover that your puppy is dog tired and sleeping.  Congress has those days too when you think they are up to something and they end up doing much of nothing.  I felt like this during the whole health care debate.  It seemed like a lot of fuss and much ado over nothing.  They’re bark was much bigger than their bite on that one.  Many of us out here that are more progressive were expecting so much more from this puppy than what we got!

This puppy called “Congress” never met a defense bill they didn’t like.  Just like my puppy dog they are always willing to go to battle for some stupid idea they sink their teeth into.  My puppy dog battles with the cat, which is hilarious, because she is smarter and quicker than him in many ways.  Snow Bella, my cat, actually loves Brodie.  They’re crazy about each other just like the special relationship the Department of Defense has with Congress.  Much like Snow Bella, the D.O.D. always gets their way and Congress ever the stupid puppy pays for it!  The one left out of this puppy and cat game is the American people.  Congress gives us those puppy dog eyes and we fall for it every time.

I know it’s tough to say, “No!” to a puppy as I have had to do it many times and it’s not an easy task with my puppy dog, Brodie.  He looks so cute and innocent most of the time!  Congress can look that way too.  However, it’s time we tamed this puppy called “Congress” before they get so out of control that they destroy some of our favorite things.   This puppy called “Congress” is going to be a two year old pretty soon, so it’s time for them to grow up.  They may have a rude awakening come November when some of us decide to turn this puppy back into the pound and try out a new puppy.  I’m ever hopeful that all of us working together can teach this puppy dog some new tricks.  I continue to email and call my representative and senators eagerly waiting for them to jump at my command.  It hasn’t worked too well so far but I am determined to get some results so I will keep on training this puppy and hoping for the best!  I encourage all of you to join me to put the pressure on Congress.  The only way I think we are ever going to get a different result is to keep in “training” mode.  I don’t feel I can let up for a minute with Brodie because as soon as I do there goes another pair of new shoes.  With Congress it is the same way.  We must be diligent with our training.  We must let Congress know who the boss is and who is paying their bills!  Our collective forces have to be much greater than his pack animal mentality.  They may be running with the pack of power and money but we are running with a pack of potential voters.  Without us there is no other pack for Congress to run to, so let’s take control of this beast and show him who is boss!