Today (June 5th) President Obama visited Buchenwald Concentration Camp. My Great Uncle, József Soltész, was subject to that horror.
The Voice of America site reports:
“The president said he saw the ovens where prisoners were cremated and the bunks where they were kept in what he called the most “unimaginable conditions.” He said the sites have not lost their “horror” with the passage of time, and that grief and outrage over what happened have not diminished.
I debated whether to put a picture up of the camp. They upset me just to look at them. I believe we need to remember and feel that gut wrenching pang of the Holocaust.
So, I post the benign picture of Buchenwald
and the horrifying one (there were many worse; I could not bring myself to post them)
And the problem is this
We were bought with a kiss
But the cheek still turned
Even when it wasn’t hit
And I don’t know
What to do with a love like that
And I don’t know
How to be a love like that
When all the love in the world
Is right here among us
And hatred too
And so we must choose
What our hands will do
Where there is pain
Let there be grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Help them be brave
Where there is misery
Bring expectancy
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Something
And the problem it seems
Is with you and me
Not the Love who came
To repair everything
Where there is pain
Let us bring grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Let us be brave
Where there is misery
Let us bring them relief
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Oh surely we can change
Something
Oh, the world’s about to change
The whole world’s about to change David Crowder
Speaking of blinking! Today is another one of those reminders of how quickly time passes by. This cute thang here is turning 15 today! Happy Birthday Baby Boy!!
It was only yesterday that I was sewing dresses for my 3 daughters. Now, today, I am cutting out fabric to sew dresses for my 3 granddaughters. I think I blinked and the years flew by.
These are my 3 daughters. They are now young women.
Do we as mothers have an identity crisis? Does motherhood give risk to losing who YOU are? YOUR passions? YOUR interests and creativity?
Don’t get me wrong. I love being a mom. In fact I am one of the Biggest Mothas around and I’m not just trashin’ on my weight. I think raising 9 kids gives me some credibility when I say find out who YOU are and nurture what you find. Your kids will thank you. Your mate will thank you.
I hope to be able to give a review of this book soon. The title intrigues me. Mama’s Got A Fake I.D. written by Caryn Rivadeneira. Caryn & Carla blog at the Mommy Revolution
I love all things ART! This is a great video. My friend Maddie over at Domestic Anarchy posted it. It is so great I just had to share it with you. Enjoy
I think I am seriously fanatical about U2. They played Letterman tonight…and will ALL week!!! AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhh! Their new album, No Line On The Horizon
goes on sale March3! SQUEEL!! And you know a tour is coming. I have warned my first born that he is tour ticket tradeable.
Monica over at the Happy Zombie sucked me into this! Google “Unfortunately, Your Name” make sure to include the quotation marks. See what you come up with. You’ll be in good company! Here are some of mine
Unfortunately, Robyn focuses a little bit too much on herself and not nearly enough on her actual journey. (Humph! I take issue with this!!)
Unfortunately, Robyn didn’t re-create Toadie’s lingerie parade but she did change the lyrics to “She Devil blew a fart”!
Unfortunately, Robyn forces Jon to blame the gargoyles for the Clock Tower’s destruction on the television news.
Unfortunately, Robyn seems to have fallen into the common mistake of believing we like to see women treat their men like dissident children
Unfortunately, Robyn didn’t get the memo. She logged on to the Wild Onion, read the post and thought it was my birthday…again!
Unfortunately, Robyn resisted to all my temptations to …
Unfortunately Robyn says that concern regarding drinking alcohol can lead to some women giving up breastfeeding all together. …
Unfortunately, Robyn much preferred to talk about fish and socks etc. …
Unfortunately, Robyn, has progressed through several phases of the process without having her unique experience understood.
I am in California to be with my sister. She is going through chemo following a double mastectomy. She is doing so well. I am proud of here. We have had some great adventures! She calls herself ChemoSobby and refers to me as Nurse TAUNTo. She says I love to needle her. Muwha-haha! Payback time when you get to give your big sister injections! Here is one of our adventures
My sister and I stayed in our jammies all morning and into the afternoon. We were cleaning and stuff. I hate doing it but my sister coerced me. Mind you not cute matching jammies or anything. T-shirt, baggy pants and my dirty (from cleaning and cooking) white robe. So much for heavenly eh?
Anyhoo…
My Sis says…hey, we have another tv and cable box down in the garage/basement that we can put in your room… let’s go get it. I’m up for the adventure! Down we go…down their elevator. All the houses here on Bethel Island have to be raised because they live on a levee. The lower floor is a 3 car garage in the front part and the back part is my sister’s HUGE art studio… where the TV is. Back to going down on the elevator. Get there snag the TV and my sis decides to go back up to make sure there is a Satellite connection. Finds it. Comes back down and the elevator starts going wacky. We have had tons of wind driven rain. Yup. One of the call buttons is outside on their deck and it got wet and was shorting out. Fortunately wise sister managed to get her and her dog off. Immediately it goes back up. We call it down and it comes and goes back up and won’t let us open the door. It kept doing this. After about 10 tries we gave up. It was possessed. I think it is from a Stephen King novel.
No prob… we can go outside through the garage and go up the stairs to the house. In our lovely attire. But wait! There’s more!! No FREEKIN’ key. No problem my sis proclaims again. ‘My friend Joan has a key’. She calls Joan (thank God for remote phones and cell phones). Joan will send her hubby over with key. Joan calls back and says her hubby AND the elevator repair dude are on their way over (remind me to thank Joan). Oh Joy. I go hide uh I mean sit inside my sister’s car. No good. We decide to walk up the 2 flights of stairs…since the repair dude has our key and all I can think is he is walking behind my blubbery-ness. Get to the door. The damn key is not for the doors it is for the garage!! Did I mention it is raining and cold?? With wind driven rain?!!
Repair dude decides to try the key on the outside door to the elevator. It opens and he jimmys the elevator to be able to get in the house and let us in. THEN he wants to be kind and go down to the studio and get the TV and box for us. THEN he wants hook it up. I am trying to tell him that it is fine I can do it. I want him to leave so I can die from humiliation. But no, his chivalry won out. He could not fix the elevator, his guys came out this morning.
All that and the stupid TV will not work in my room!!!
To top it off not only was I wearing lovely PJs but I also had white socks and my mary jane clogs on!!!! It is a must do accessory. You should try it.
Well I was supposed to be spending the day getting my Studio––aka, my daughter-who-left-for-college-and-I-took-her-room––and sewing/knitting supplies in order. I made a teeny bit O progress.
But I got sidetracked working in Illustrator and made this
Today (June 5th) President Obama visited Buchenwald Concentration Camp. My Great Uncle, József Soltész, was subject to that horror.
