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    Tuesday
    Mar062007

    till we have faces

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    “I bid him look into the lives of men as though into a mirror,
    and from others to take an example for himself.”
    Terence (185 B.C. - 159 B.C.)

    While my eyes have feasted today on reflections in others' mirrors, my soul has feasted ever more deeply on those others' Words.  Lelly's challenge this week: "take a picture of yourself in the mirror. any mirror will do. now, take a really good look at yourself. try to see your image as others around you see it. bring to mind something kind or unusual that a friend has noticed about your recently. can you see what they see? will you tell us about it??"

    A busy day, I snapped trial shots here & there, delete, delete...read other people's posts here & there...flurried through the busy with much of *wonder* to digest. How do we see ourselves? How do others see us? How does our Creator see us?  How did I get thrown into this amazing bunch of women who reflect so so many traits I want to emulate?   I look into their lives as though into a mirror, and from them take examples for myself.  Thank you, Terence from long ago, B.C.  I do take examples, and not just random, feel-good vaguery.  Pertinent, Real stuff for the here & now.

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    "We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature."
    Friedrich Nietzsche

    I believe this statement.  I saw it vividly in my picture visits today.  I see that Holiness in my neighbors, my friends,  perfect strangers.  Why oh why is it so much harder to witness that divine spark in myself?  I feel it, Yes, and often.  But so so hard to see with mirror upheld.  Each picture I clicked serruptitiously was quickly criticized then erased. 

    Jill's Great Divorce entry last week took me to my shelves to unlodge C.S. Lewis's "The Weight of Glory".  Some of my favorite lines ever: 

    It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.

    There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.

    This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously – no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner – no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.

    Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat – the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden.

    I've always loved, recited these words, but today I'm awed by the fact that they mean Me.  Glory Himself is hidden within.  I want to reflect it for Others, yes.  But, I also want it to astound me in my own mirror image.  There are no ordinary people...Everlasting Splendours.

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    after many attempts, I settled for a blurred face.  splendour tomorrow.   

    Tuesday
    Mar062007

    happy 82!

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    My Grandma & Grandpa Jones celebrate their birthdays one week apart.  It's fitting really, because they seem so "one" so often, but unfortunately this means that their birthday celebrations also so often mesh into one.  Visiting last week, they allowed me to kidnap two priceless treasures.  Photo albums.  I know I need to give them back soon, but oh how I've relished and turned the pages of these books often over the past week.  I'm amazed by their youth that speaks boldly through the black and white.  I'm amazed by Grandma's beauty that needs no color to be realized.  Here are a few of the treasures I've been hoarding... 


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    I love these albums, these pictures, because through them I jump into another world.  I see Grandma's spunkiness in her posing.  You can still see it sparkle through her "Allen eyes"...a beautiful blue.  She is an avid reader (even came to my last book club meeting...her own book club is currently tackling Les Miserables), a lover of words & beauty, an explorer of the world around.  I'm grateful for this itch for knowledge that trickled down to me...and truly hope to pass it further, to my children, and theirs, and beyond. 

    Happy Birthday, Grandma...and Thank You.

    Sunday
    Mar042007

    alone time at Disneyland

    JoDee is my older sister.  We always dream, design, scheme to make our adult way to Disneyland together.  But all the plots and plannings have failed to materialize.  That is, until last week.  In the beginning of February we took the plunge and made hotel reservations online.  We'd have to follow through this time.  We decided on some one-on-one time with our 3-year-old's.  Baylee is the third of four children - spunky, hilarious, never alone with Mom, I'm sure.  Aidan also truly needed some Mom's sole attention time.  And it was equally enjoyable to see Baylee and Aidan interact without ten other tinies running in circles (our typical family get-together's). 

    the bus on the way to day 1 Disney, excitement oozing:

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    when asked to show their excited Disneyland faces:
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    HIGHLIGHTS: 

     the Princess castle

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     teacups with Grandma Cyndee

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    a Pirate and a Princess, swords in hand

    baffled passers-by:  "did that little Snow White have a sword?!" 

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    dancing with princesses, Jedi training, Buzz & Buzz & more Buzz, "fast & dark" rides, the "rudolph ride" (Baylee was convinced the Matterhorn mountain was straight out of the old Rudolph movie...vastly disappointed that she didn't see any reindeer...Aidy & I were convinced the monster ate him), Aidan plugging his ears when "It's a Small World" was sung the 1000th time, treat bribes, mesmerizing parades,  Baylee asking Aidan if he was speaking Spanish, trying on boxes of beautiful jewelry, churros & suckers & cookies.

    Aidan's Magic Moment: 

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    Aidan was beyond excited to find the Sword in the Stone.  He pulled.  She pulled.  He pulled again.  Everyone moved on & Aidan still pulled. The face tells all.

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    "Mom, I really thought I could do it.  I thought I was the king."

    15 minutes later: 

    Merlin arrived in full ceremony to find the King.  He chose a man from the audience.  Regal fanfare, and he was not able to pull out the sword.  He then chose a boy.  My boy. 

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    My little King, all Serious in his excitement.  This was honestly not a matter of play or lightness to him...gravely important.  I may have been the only one who knew the excitement he held inside so stoically.

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    Aidan was given a big certificate and medal, which he refused to wear.  "People might see it."   I'm not sure about the reasoning behind that, but every time we went for a bathroom break (and there were plenty of those), in the privacy of our stall, he'd ask to see "my medal" and remind me that he was a king.  "I knew I could do it."

    The next morning we were ordering breakfast at a small cafe and heard a "King Aidan" behind us in line.  A couple  recognized him from his coronation and congratulated him.  He was, of course, ever-calm to mask the "thrilled".

     My Magic Moment:

    I have no pictures of my moment, but it is engraved in my heart, and I'm writing it down lest I forget.  JoDee & Cyn were on the big California Screamin' roller coaster.  I was alone with the two littles on King Tritan's carousel.  Baylee picked a pink fish.  Aidan climbed onto a seahorse.  I sat about three rows back on a bench.  A turned around to wave.  I waved back.  He then blew a kiss.  I blew back.  He winked.  I winked back.  He did thumbs up.  I thumbed back.  He made the sign for "I Love You" with his little right hand.  I returned it with mine.  This little ritual, all initiated by him, meant the world to me.  True and necessary magic for a mom.

     

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    We were all worn out on our last night at the hotel.  I was half asleep (and half-snoring, so I'm told), but heard this little conversation:  

    Baylee:  "Will you miss me, Aidan?"

    Aidan:  "Yes, but I will see you again."

    Baylee:  "I think I will give you a cake for your birthday."

    Thank you JoDee & Baylee for meeting us for our long-awaited Disneyland.  Thank you Cyndee for joining in the fun.  Thank you Shanon & Mandi for watching my Davyn.  Thank you Jim for letting us escape the Ordinary for a few days (and for the clean kitchen I came home to, of course!). 

    Tuesday
    Feb272007

    self-portrait Tuesday...

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    Thank you Lelly for the idea & theme.  Here are my feet.  I can't even count the number of times people have asked me how I balance on them.  I'm tall, but they are short, and literally only about twice as long as they are wide, but therein lies the balance ability (I suppose).  No webs, but rather duck-ish, in fact. 

    I used to think that “best foot forward” meant wrapped in Enzo Angiolini, a perfect match to a new suit, rushing, moving, working, inevitably sore at the end of the day. But times change. Now I put my “best foot forward” by sitting their naked selves on the ground next to 20 tiny toes, playing Zoo or Picnic.

    Short & chubby though they may be, and though more attractive clothed in shoes, my feet have adapted to become adept at skirting through the land mines of toy-covered carpet. Have you ever stepped on a lego? Ouch.

    For the next three days these red toes will be bedded in comfy tennis shoes to walk the paths of Disneyland.  I'll be back to tell their tale on Saturday.

    Monday
    Feb262007

    Happy 92!

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    It is my Grandpa Jones’s 92nd birthday. As soon as we walked in the door to visit, he queried, “So, Amy, did you write about me on your blog today?” How many can say that their 92-year-old grandpa reads their blog? It makes me smile & feel quite blessed. Mandi & I alternately refereed the kids as we sat down to discover 92 things about this man we love as Grandpa. An amazing way to spend an afternoon.

    1. Paul Lafayette Jones was born in Lehi, Arizona, on February 26, 1915.

    2. It was his parents’ wedding anniversary.

    3. A few years ago he realized that his birth certificate states a birth date of January 26th instead.

    4. We know his mother never would have forgotten her anniversary baby’s birth date, so lay the blame on other unknown shoulders.

    5. He was severely burned at 22 months old.

    6. His mother had been outside heating laundry water over a fire (I can no longer complain about laundry duties). He fell into the flames, badly burning the entire right side of his body.

    7. He is one of four brothers.

    8. The four have golfed together once a week for about 50 years.

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    9. A month ago he made a hole in one.

    10. He Loves to talk golf, football (ASU!), basketball, baseball…Sports!

    11. He broke his finger in high school playing softball. It is still bent today.

    12. Education was always very important to him.

    13. He graduated from Mesa High in 1931.  He played varsity basketball there from 1930-1931.

    14. He graduated from BYU in 1940. He came to my BYU graduation in 1995, absolutely thrilled that we shared this alma mater.

    15. He earned his Masters Degree from ASU in 1952.

    16. He became an elementary school principal in 1954.

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    17. Paddles were still used for behavior problems at that time.

    18. Two of his daughters became teachers.

    19. One of his granddaughters (me!) followed their lead.

    20. Somewhere along the line of his schooling, he managed to skip two grades and started high school when he was 12.

    21. He played football for Mesa High in 1930 at 15.

    22. A huge sports fan, he now speaks of this with frustration. Oh, what he could have done with two more years of age and bulk!

    23.  Thus, he graduated at 16.

    24. He was in a serious car accident on Mesa Drive & Main (for all the Mesa people out there) in 1937. His friend was driving. The car was totaled.

    25.  His first car was a ’35 Ford Coup.  “Boy that was a beautiful car.”

     

    26.  It had 5000 miles on it, and he bought it from his boss for $500.

    27.  His second car (below) was a 1937 Plymouth, purchased for $700.  Is he wearing white shoes there?  Fancy.

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    28.  He now has great car love for his Buick.

    29. He has hundreds of friends and is famous for finding “connections” with complete strangers.

    30. He joined the Air Force in hopes of becoming a pilot.

    31. After passing all of the requirements, he was disappointed that being color blind prevented him from flying.

    32. One of his good friends did make it through, became a pilot, was sent to the South Pacific and shot down a month later. Grandpa now looks back with gratitude for what at first was disappointment.

    33. He went to Officer Candidate School from November 1942 to January 1943, then received a commission as 2nd Lieutenant in the Air Force.

    34. He got married in Phoenix on April 6, 1943, to Mary Allen.

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    35. She lived with roommates across the street from him and his brothers in Phoenix.

    36. She says he and his brothers would be playing ball, and the ball would “accidentally” end up on their porch quite frequently.

    37. I say, likely story.

    38. One of her roommates married his younger brother.

    39. He remembers the first time he saw Mary walking down the street…”such a pretty gal”.

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    40. They have been married for 64 years.

    41. They honeymooned in Phoenix at the Desert Breeze and Westward Ho, two nice hotels of the day. They dined out and enjoyed time alone for four days.

    42. After becoming an Air Force officer, he was assigned to the air base in Hobbs, New Mexico just weeks after they got married.

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    43. He could not find a place for them to live at first, so they spent some time at a Boarding House/Hotel, where there was one big hallway lined with countless one-room newlywed suites. They later moved into a duplex in Lovington.

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    44. Hobbs was a training command for pilots.  There were 50 to 75 B-17 airplanes there. 

    45. Jimmy Stewart was trained at Hobbs.

    46. One day a secretary came and asked “Leuitenant Jones” to please come fill out the papers for Mr. Stewart. She was far too embarrassed to face the movie star.

    47. Grandpa played catcher for the commanding officers softball team.

    48. They flied all over the West in B-17’s to play games. This makes me laugh.  I love this fact, because I've never imagined the planes being used to transport softball teams during the war.  A funny tid-bit.

    49. “We were pretty good.”

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    50. At Hobbs he was 2nd in command of 500 black soldiers.

    51. When he was promoted, he had the task of taking a troop of black soldiers to Tampa, Florida.

    52. They filled two Pullman cars of a train and headed off.

    53. This was a little tricky because of segregation laws of the day. These soldiers were not allowed in most restaurants or stores.

    54. They had a 10 hour layover in Houston, and an 8 hour layover in New Orleans.

    55. At each spot he had to go get some of the soldiers out of jail.

    56. In August 1945 he shipped out from Pier 88 in New York on the U.S.S. General Muir.

    57. The Queen Elizabeth was docked right next to them.

    58. They did not know where they were headed.

    59. 5 days later was VJ day.

    60. Their ship sailed through the Mediterranean, Suez Canal & Red Sea to Calcutta, India.

    61. He was about 45 miles outside of Calcutta at a replacement depot for a year.

    62. He lived in a tent, but one of the nice ones with boards on the floor.

    63. By the last 4-5 months of his command, he was promoted to Captain, commanding officer of the company.

    64. Grandma says they wrote daily.

    65. He says it wasn’t that often.

    66. Did I say that they are insanely in love?

    67. She still has some of the letters.

    68. I hope to read them some day.

    69. He crossed the Atlantic on his way to India, but came home crossing the Pacific on the Marine Cardinal.

    70. Who can say they’ve circled the globe on a ship?

    71. He remembers the ship coming in under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco.

    72. He came home to his wife and their first daughter, Laraine.

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    73. He stayed in the reserves for over 20 years, finally retiring completely from the military as a Leuitenant Colonel (just steps away from 4 star general, I'm told :)..) at 60, in 1975.

    74. Grandma and Grandpa have seven children.

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    75. Two summers ago, they all went on a cruise to Alaska together.

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    76. In the early ‘50’s he bought a lot outside of Payson (near Christopher Creek) from the daughter of one of his teachers.

    77. Over the next three years he and his brother, with their families, built a cabin on that lot.

    78. He remembers hauling materials in his ’54 Chevy pick-up.

    79. They spent all of their summers there.

    80. Many of my favorite childhood memories are summers at the Cabin.

    81. There was magic crafted in with all the hand-hewn wood. Of this, I’m sure.

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    82. They now summer at “the Lodge” in Pinetop, a lovely, serene haven.

    83. Grandpa had a heart attack at 50, at the cabin.

    84. He has had no heart trouble since.

    85. After his heart attack, he stopped refereeing. He and his brother Earl refereed high school football and basketball for 15 years, and were often requested for the big tournaments and state championship games.

    86. Grandma and grandpa have traveled all over the United States together.  They love nature and have taken hundreds of beautiful pictures.  This one is the Grand Tetons...the current background on his computer.  I want to jump in.

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    87. They have visited Yellowstone at least 20 times.

    88. Much of this travel was done in the Dolphin, the sacred vehicle that none of us were ever allowed to drive.

    89. They served a mission in Washington D.C. from 1983 to 1984, working mainly with Asian people in the area.

    90. They still hear from some of the people they worked with there over 20 years ago.

    91. Grandma made a beautiful pineapple upside down cake, his favorite, today.

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    92. I love my grandpa and can clearly remember sitting on his lap as a child, on the chair by the window at the house on Rovey, singing “Little Purple Pansies” and “As I Have Loved You.” I never hear those songs without thinking of him.  I never sing them to my boys without talking about him.

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    Happy, Happy Birthday!