Saturday, December 14, 2013

Discipleship & Action

Discipleship involves action. The scriptures are full of action words - full of counsel to "do." Praying, studying, pondering, obeying, serving, ….  Actions give us experiences that hopefully lead to wisdom. Blessings come as we go and do. The following scriptures and talks came to my mind as I’ve been thinking about this concept lately.

Sometimes we find ourselves waiting on a figurative “Road to Damascus” for some grand event to take place. We “sit” and wait instead of traveling the road with the light and knowledge we already have.

“…  let us not wait too long on our road to Damascus. Instead, let us courageously move forward in faith, hope, and charity, and we will be blessed with the light we are all seeking upon the path of true discipleship.” Dieter Uchtdorf

“… spiritual light rarely comes to those who merely sit in darkness waiting for someone to flip a switch. It takes an act of faith to open our eyes to the Light of Christ.” Dieter Uchtdorf

The act of faith involves movement. I like the following.

Boyd Packer did not see how it was possible to do what he’d been asked to do. He was given the following advice by Harold B. Lee.   “The trouble with you is you want to see the end from the beginning.” I replied that I would like to see at least a step or two ahead. Then came the lesson of a lifetime: “You must learn to walk to the edge of the light, and then a few steps into the darkness; then the light will appear and show the way before you.” source

I will go and do. 

“…  I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them. 1Nephi 3:7






Thursday, December 12, 2013

Book - The Astronaut Wives Club

The Astronaut Wives Club: A True Story - by Lily Koppel

“As America's Mercury Seven astronauts were launched on death-defying missions, television cameras focused on the brave smiles of their young wives. Overnight, these women were transformed from military spouses into American royalty. They had tea with Jackie Kennedy, appeared on the cover of Life magazine, and quickly grew into fashion icons. … THE ASTRONAUT WIVES CLUB tells the real story of the women who stood beside some of the biggest heroes in American history.”

I don't think this book is very well written. The author strings together recollections and quotes in chronological order based on what was going on in the space program. The narrative suffers because not all the wives were interviewed. There are no sources given which makes me wonder about all the quotes used in the book. There isn’t much analysis.

That said, I enjoyed the book because it gives a wonderful glimpse into the culture of the early 1960s. Society had determined very definite roles for “good” women and especially for “good” wives. Not too surprising, things were different for the men. When President Kennedy gave National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) the task of beating the Russians in the space race, the nation’s best test pilots were chosen to be the first astronauts.

In 2013 it’s easy to forget how scary a prospect this was. We didn’t know anything about space travel - if people could survive orbiting the earth, going to the moon, landing on the moon and returning to earth. And if they survived the trip back, would they bring toxic microbes with them? It was all unknown. These women truly did not know if their husbands would survive what they were being asked to do – and what they wanted to do. Some of the astronauts died in this quest.

“As her husband trained for every possible aspect of spaceflight, each woman had to prepare for the day when she would have to face the television cameras, when the world would be scrutinizing her hair, her complexion, her outfit, her figure, her poise, her parenting skills, her diction, her charm, and most of all, her patriotism. She had to appear calm and composed while her husband was strapped atop what was essentially the world’s largest stick of dynamite, seconds away from being blasted off into space.” (xiii)

As I read the book I often thought of Mom and her friends who were about the same age as the wives of the original astronauts. Did Mom, Ann, Ruth, Dorothy and others sit around the table with Life magazine and compare their lives with the lives of the astronauts’ wives? Or did they see past the facade and realize it was all a mixture of NASA public relations and a sweet deal between the government and Life magazine? The astronaut wives were awed with Jackie Kennedy. Did Mom and her friends ever discuss her?

Reading about these women in the early 1960s, you can feel how constrained the women could have been with society’s expectations as to what a “good” marriage, and good wife, looked like. Women who wanted to be something other than what society expected were considered very different. It’s going to be difficult for our children and grandchildren to understand how different things were then. I graduated from high school in 1964, just when all sorts of boundaries were being pushed and societal expectations were being questioned - especially the role of women.

These women were military wives. They knew the drill. They were used to making do with little money and not so desirable housing arrangements. They were used to their husbands not being home. But being the wife of an astronaut brought a whole other dimension to their role and expectations of NASA, Life magazine (who had an exclusive contract with NASA for all publicity related to the astronaut program), and society in general.

NASA had a protocol officer who instructed the wives about their role. From instruction given to the “New Nine” (the group after the original seven astronauts) - “good breakfast .. eggs, bacon... Feed him well. Praise his efforts. Create a place of refuge. Adjusting to normal conditions after a week in the pure oxygen bubble of a space-training capsule could knock a husband out, so he shouldn’t be expected to do menial chores around the home. ... keep the astronaut away from stress. He should never have to worry about the plumbing, or the dental bills,...” (page 106)

Meanwhile their husbands were not held to the same high standards as their wives. The wives and children, and the husbands when they were home in Texas, were expected to exude the “goodness” and health of their marriages and families. Many of the astronauts had a different lifestyle at Florida’s Cape Canaveral with the “Cape cookies.” This behavior was overlooked and suppressed by the press for the men while the women were held to different standards. Every once in a while a man would step so far out of bounds that he was dropped from the space program - but it took a pretty egregious action for that to happen.

An aside about our Ohio connection - John and Annie Glenn were evidently wonderful solid people whose marriage and family really were good. They were admired by many. Annie wasn't interviewed for the book but her friends and "fellow wives" had wonderful things to say about her and John. Neither Neil Armstrong nor his wife were interviewed. 

Astronaut C.C. Williams died in a plane crash before he went into space. His widow Beth said about the astronaut wives, “These were women who were in the public eye and yet pushed to the background all the time. ….” page 264

The book made me think about military families and all that’s asked of them. Cokie Roberts’ interesting book “Founding Mothers” also came to my mind. She tells the story of the women and children who supported the “Founding Fathers” of this country.

If you’d like a glimpse of how things used to be, this book would be an interesting place to start.



Tuesday, December 10, 2013

November Trip to Utah - Friends

In November we drove to Salt Lake City to help a granddaughter celebrate her birthday. While there we visited dear friends Denis and Laurel. 
Some of you remember the Christmas village and train setup. It made the trek across country and is operational this Christmas season. When we visited Denis and Laurel, Scott and John were there helping with the set up. 


dear, dear friends



Mid November snow at Snoqualmie Pass - about an hour from our home in Kirkland
We can't keep track of which mountains are which. 
This Washington peak had quite a bit of snow. 
Click on the Utah and Travel labels to the right 
for more pictures of scenery on the trip to and from Utah.

These crates are waiting to be filled with apples. When you see Washington apples in your groceries, they probably made part of their journey in crates like these. 





Sunday, December 8, 2013

Rejoice & Fear Not


When we children expressed doubt about something, Dad often said, "Oh ye of little faith." I thought of Dad when I saw this image. It was decades before I realized Dad's phrase comes from the Bible. 

In both instances below Jesus addresses his disciples' concerns about temporal matters - food to eat, clothes to wear, and so forth. 

“… he said unto them, O ye of little faith, why reason ye among yourselves, because ye have brought no bread?"  (Matthew 16:8)

"Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?"  (Matthew 6: 30)

Jesus tells them to focus on the bigger picture or more vital matter. 

"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." (Matthew 16: 33)

With Thanksgiving not far behind us, we've had the opportunity to focus a bit more than usual on our blessings. We know we have many reasons to rejoice.

The Lord counsels us, "Wherefore, be of good cheer, and do not fear, for I the Lord am with you, and will stand by you; and ye shall bear record of me, even Jesus Christ, that I am the Son of the living God, that I was, that I am, and that I am to come."  Doctrine and Covenants 68: 6



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Rise Up & Go On


This reminds me of Dad's oft repeated, "Onward and upward." He wasn't one for dwelling on mishaps. He focused on moving forward. 

Dieter Uchtdorf shared the following thoughts about getting up and moving on. 

“… our destiny is not determined by the number of times we stumble but by the number of times we rise up, dust ourselves off, and move forward.”

"Every person, young and old, has had his own personal experience with falling. Falling is what we mortals do. But as long as we are willing to rise up again and continue on the path toward the spiritual goals God has given us, we can learn something from failure and become better and happier as a result."

“…  rise up and follow in the footsteps of our Redeemer and Savior, and one day you will look back and be filled with eternal gratitude that you chose to trust the Atonement and its power to lift you up and give you strength."

“…  no matter how many times you have slipped or fallen, rise up! Your destiny is a glorious one! Stand tall and walk in the light of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ! You are stronger than you realize. You are more capable than you can imagine. You can do it …”





Monday, December 2, 2013

Christmas Tree Tradition

December 1978*
David, Michael & Joe
In December 1978* David, Michael, Joe and I continued a tradition Joe and his first wife started many years previously - going to Timbuk Farms in Granville, Ohio to cut down a Christmas tree. This was a great place for a family adventure. You rode on a wagon into the fields and went in search of the perfect Christmas tree. Using a saw, you cut it down, hauled it out to the road, and then waited for a wagon to hitch a ride back to the parking lot.

While your tree was put through a machine in which it was wrapped with twine for easy transport, you could enjoy hot chocolate. Depending on the day you went, Santa might be there to talk with the children.

Sometimes we stopped at a restaurant in Granville for a meal or snack before going back to Worthington.

We continued this tradition for many years.




THE REST OF THE STORY

Joe and Jane were both working at the Columbus State School for the Mentally Retarded in Columbus, Ohio before and then after they married. One of their friends was MB. Periodically they socialized with MB, his wife R, and their young family. Jane and Joe were very impressed with M's & R's relationship with each other and with their children. MB & RB had a tradition of cutting down their Christmas tree at Timbuk Farms. Joe and Jane decided they wanted that to be a tradition for their family too. And so it was. 

THERE'S EVEN MORE TO THE STORY

Once when the Bs were at Jane's and Joe's Olentangy Village apartment for dinner, they started talking about Jesus and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Joe recalls that he told the Bs, in rather rude language, that they were invited for dinner, not to talk about religion. The Bs and Todds remained friends but nothing more was said on that topic.

AND NOW FOR THE "FINAL" REST OF THE STORY

Many years later Joe and I married. We continued the B/Todd Christmas tree tradition. Then we joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Joe remembered the B family and wanted to tell them the good news. They had been gone from Columbus for decades. Joe made phone calls to "old timers" in the church in the Columbus area. He finally found someone who knew someone who might know someone ..... (This was before the days of the Internet and Facebook.) Eventually he ended up with the Bs' phone number. He called M & R and related the good news. Not only was he continuing the Christmas tree tradition but he was also now a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He also apologized for being so rude that evening long, long ago. Several years later we visited M & R at their home in Idaho.

AND NOW YOU KNOW THE STORY OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE 


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*date corrected - from 1976 to 1978




Sunday, December 1, 2013

Silent Night

December 1956 - with my siblings
I love the songs of Christmas. The first Sunday in December we started singing Christmas hymns in our church meetings. When we sang “Silent Night,” a flood of feelings and memories came into my heart and mind. Sweet, precious, intense feelings and memories.

We grew up in the Methodist Church in London, Ohio. Mom attended with us for a while but then stopped going. Dad, the four of us, Grandpa, and Grandma were there every Sunday. Church was what we did with Dad on Sunday morning. In many ways it became a very routine part of our lives.

Christmas Eve was special – and “Silent Night” was a big part of what made it an awesome night. There was a late night service at the church. I don’t remember if it was 10 or 11 or when. I just know it was LONG after our regular bedtime. Some years the children’s choir sang at the service. I remember having trouble keeping my eyes open as I sat in the choir at the front of the sanctuary. Years later I think an earlier service was added for families with little children.

At the end of the service we always sang “Silent Night.” White candles were passed out to each person. The lights were dimmed and the sanctuary was lit by the candles on the altar. The minister lit his candle from an altar candle and passed the light to others who then took the light to the congregation. The light was passed from person to person until everyone had a lit candle and the sanctuary glowed with the light. Then we sang “Silent Night.” Candles were raised and lowered following the lead of the minister. It was an amazing experience. Writing this 50+ years later brings tears to my eyes. I didn’t know then what I was feeling. It was the Spirit in great abundance. It was the unity of a group of people who believed in Christ and were joyous about His birth.

The hymn ended. Candles were extinguished. The lights came back on. I’m sure a prayer was given. I remember a reverent quiet as we all went our ways. Often we walked home. Sometimes snow would be falling and that added to the magic and reverence of the evening.

Silent Night, Holy Night


MORE SILENT NIGHT MEMORIES

A few years before Dad’s death, I don’t recall exactly when, Joe and I, I think along with Tom and Gayle, went to London on Christmas Eve to go to the service with Dad. I was sitting next to Dad and remember how special it was to have him give me light from his candle. I thought about the symbolism  – all that Dad has passed along to me and I in turn try to give to others – especially the knowledge and testimony that Jesus is the Christ and is real.

Dad died December 19, 2003 – Joe and I, along with I think Tom, Gayle, Jan, and Tim, went to the Christmas Eve service in London that next week. (I think it was the week after or maybe it was a year after his death.) For Dad’s birthday that year or the year before  (before his death) we’d purchased in his honor what was termed the Christ candle and a stand for the altar area at the Methodist Church. 

When the lights were dimmed that Christmas Eve, the lit Christ candle was the only illumination in the sanctuary. Light was taken from that candle and then passed to everyone in the congregation until all the candles were lit. Then we sang “Silent Night.” Watching that light come from the candle and then be passed from person to person - this reminded me of Dad and the light he passed on to us.


EVEN MORE SILENT NIGHT MEMORIES
This one’s a little “lighter” in tone

I’ve always enjoyed singing and was part of high school choral groups. After I returned from Germany, it must have been my junior year, I sang “Silent Night” in German at some sort of evening school program. Lately I’ve been wondering if I sang all four verses and if the audience wondered if I was ever going to stop. I hope it was just one verse and that I did it justice.


Silent night, Holy night
...........
Glories streams from heaven above
Heavenly hosts sing Allelujah
Christ the savior is born,
Christ the savior is born!