Shining our light
Today, to “be the light,” Ted and I helped two ladies with their walkers. As we left the building, they were getting out of their van in a handicapped parking space and I could hear the lady nearest to me huffing and puffing as she very slowly worked her way back from the car door to the open trunk, holding onto her van for support. I asked if I could help–just as another woman in the same condition appeared on the other side of the van.
The ladies gratefully accepted the offer of help and I got the walkers out of the trunk, opened them up, and put them in a ready-to-go position for each lady. While I did this in the 20-degree weather, Ted helped Lady #2 put on her much-needed coat, which was also a struggle for her.
When everything was ready to go and the van was all locked up, both ladies thanked us profusely. They were so appreciative of our small service of a few minutes that one said, “You’ve done your good deed for the whole year.”
This is something Ted and I would have done anyway–with or without Jeff’s “light the world” project–because that’s what our parents taught us to do. I find this to be true of the kindnesses I’ve done this week as part of our family challenge. Every act has been something I would have done anyway. The difference this month is that, instead of doing these small things as they occur in my life, I’m making a greater effort to find someone every day who needs an act of kindness. That’s definitely a positive thing.
And we are “go”
Last night, we had our second meeting of the docs–Dr. Polineni, Dr. John, and Dr. Me–to iron out some details for training Dr. P.’s teachers in India. It was a very positive and fruitful meeting and we are all feeling good about the upcoming trainings.
At our first group meeting several months ago, Dr. P. told John and me that the schools in India (with only a handful of exceptions) have been teaching by memorization since the 1980s. The basic method of instruction is for the teachers to write the lesson material on the board and for the students to copy that material, memorize it, and spit it back word-for-word on the test. The graduates of this instructional method, Dr. P. said, are about 90 percent what he called “technicians”–people who can follow the steps that result in a product. Classroom discussion, questioning, and elaboration are not part of the curriculum, and creative and innovative thinking are not taught or fostered.
What Dr. P. wants John and me to do is guide the instructors in his school to develop an interactive teaching style that will foster creative thinking. One of my graduate textbooks by K. Patricia Cross includes the observation that “Teaching without learning is just talking.” If the teachers in Dr. P.’s school are just talking, John and I have some serious training to do. We choose to accept this mission.
The major results of last night’s meeting are: We will be leaving for India February 9; I have scheduled my necessary inoculations for next week Tuesday; Dr. P. is going to reserve our airline tickets; and Dr. P. is checking on what we need for multiple-entry visas, since we will be doing follow-up trainings several months apart. John and I, meanwhile, continue to prepare our training materials.
This is all starting to feel very real and I’m getting very excited. Nine weeks to India and counting. What an adventure!
Light the World ?
Jeff’s church has launched a campaign to “Light the World.” The initiative encourages people everywhere to do service for others and to “be a light” to them. Jeff challenged our entire family to find ways to “light the world” this month, and we have all accepted the challenge. Here are things we’ve already shared that we did yesterday:
–Jeff left a note on the front door of his office building that said “You are awesome.”
–Kathy fed stray cats.
–Thom helped a “wrong number” caller find the right number.
–Kari helped a fourth grade girl look for a lost-on-the-playground hair tie her grandma had made for her.
–Ted and I made an anonymous scholarship contribution to the community college.
I have always enjoyed performing random acts of kindness, but Jeff’s challenge will encourage all of us to make a special effort to be kind and helpful to others in the coming days. The challenge continues, as I encourage anyone reading this to “light the world” a little bit every day this month and afterward.
FedEx (eventually) delivers
I was shopping on November 26 and found two long-sleeved shirts I liked. Unfortunately, the store did not have them in my size, but was willing to send them to my home via free shipping. I was told they have to say it will take 7-9 business days, but it usually arrives much sooner. My past experience has shown this to be true. Except this time.
I tracked my package and saw that the package was at the FedEx location in Groveport, Ohio on November 28 and arrived in Earth City, MO via Champaign, IL on November 29–a distance of 441 miles in about 14.5 hours. It left the Earth City location November 30, and my tracking record showed an expected delivery date from the Post Office on December 1. On December 2, Ted and I were near the local FedEx store (across the street from the St. Peters Post Office), so we stopped in to ask what was taking so long to get a package from Earth City to the St. Peters Post Office–a distance of 12.6 miles, according to Google Maps. The lady told me it was probably put in the wrong place on the truck and she’d have the driver look for it.
I was still waiting for the package on December 5, so I called FedEx Customer Service to see what was taking so long to get the package from Earth City to St. Peters. (Note that I remained very polite throughout the following telephone conversation.)
The FedEx customer service lady told me that if the tracking record says my package is in transit, it is on a truck, but since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery, I shouldn’t expect it for 7-9 business days. I pointed out that if this is true, my package had already spent 4-5 business days on the truck (does FedEx do 7-9 day deliveries on Saturdays?), and that it seemed like a long time to drive it 12.6 miles, when I could have walked the distance in less than a day. I asked if it might have been put on the wrong truck or in an incorrect place on the right truck, and I was told again that since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery, it would take 7-9 business days for my package to arrive. I asked if the driver was just going to leave my package on the truck until the 7-9 days were up, and if so, wouldn’t it make more business sense for FedEx to fill the truck with one-day deliveries than to use the gas to drive my package around for a week instead of unloading it? I was told that since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery . . . (you get the drift).
Today, 8 business days later (if Saturday is a FedEx business day), using 6 business days to travel the final 12.6 miles, my package arrived–right on schedule.
You bet! Only six business days to drive my package 12.6 miles.
Two long-sleeved shirts, safely (and slowly) delivered.
Date night
Over a year ago, while we were sitting around at Thom’s house during his wedding weekend, Kari told me she thought it would be fun to have date nights with Dean. I immediately offered to babysit any time. Well, only fourteen months later, they finally asked us to babysit the boys. Beam was hosting a company dinner, and Kari and Dean wanted to attend the event. Ted and I assumed we would babysit at Kari and Dean’s house; Kari and Dean assumed we would babysit at our house. At least the location issue came up in conversation so we could clarify that before zero hour.
We picked the boys up and gave them the option of choosing where they wanted to eat dinner. Guess what they picked.
Teddy marks the spot.
Of course, everyone ordered a shake and the boys ordered their regular menu item: chicken fingers. Yummy! It’s questionable whether Sky and Dylan had more chicken or more ketchup on the chicken. Whatever. They definitely enjoyed the meal. (And ours was not the table that spilled a liquid beverage over three people and a large floor area, requiring a major clean-up by the SnS crew.)
All the tables were full, so we crowded into a booth. Teddy got all the SnS hats.
After we finished eating, we came home, Ted lit a fire in the fireplace, and we watched Home Alone and The Polar Express–both perennial favorites for all of us. Of course, movies require popcorn, and salty popcorn likes to be followed with cold and creamy ice cream, so we broke out the food between movies.
Watching “Home Alone.” Note that Ted and Sky like to sit with their arms behind their heads. Each of them also has a foot pillow.
With dinner and a double feature, it got to be a late night. Shortly after 10:00, Kari and Dean arrived to pick up the boys. The Polar Express still had 30-40 minutes to go so I offered to send the DVD home with the kids, but the majority vote was to finish the movie and sleep later in the morning.
What an enjoyable night! I hope Kari and Dean want more date nights soon.
Eggcorn definition
Who doesn’t love reading the Grammarly blog (http://www.grammarly.com/blog)? Really? Not everyone? Well, no matter. Fortunately, I read it regularly and can share grammar wisdom with my handful of readers.
Today, I learned about eggcorns–words that sound similar to and have a meaning that sort of works in place of the original word. (Who knew there was a real word for errors like this? Thanks to Grammarly, now we do.) The term eggcorn appeared in an article by a linguist in September 2003 and described the case of a woman who used the word eggcorn instead of acorn. To qualify as an eggcorn, the substituted sound must preserve at least some sense of the original word. Eggcorn appeared in the Oxford English Dictionary in 2010 and Merriam-Webster recognized it in 2015.
Lip singing is an example of an eggcorn. Lip singing involves people moving their lips as if they were singing, and sounds a lot like lip syncing, the original word. Another example is old timer’s disease which sounds like Alzheimer’s disease and mostly affects the elderly. Eardropping means that you are listening in on someone else’s conversation, much like eavesdropping. A self-refilling prophecy not only fulfills itself, but apparently does so repeatedly.
There are some other types of errors that don’t count as eggcorns. One is the mondegreen, which is similar to an eggcorn, but misconstrues the lyrics to a song or other type of performance, such as “Hang on, Snoopy (Sloopy)” by the McCoys. Listeners (me) of Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival might hear “There’s a bathroom on the right” for the line “There’s a bad moon on the rise.” (Again, who knew there was a real word for this?) Another type of error is the malapropism, which features a similar substitution of sounds, but results in a word or phrase that doesn’t make sense within the context. “Illiterate (obliterate) him from your memory” and “comprehending (apprehending) criminals” are malapropisms.
Tonight, I heard an eggcorn in actual usage when the TV newscaster unwittingly referred to the students’ after-curricular activities, rather than using the original term, extra-curricular activities. My all-time favorite eggcorn, however, is a word Kari used when she was about five years old: rememory. It’s so good, I sometimes deliberately use it when I have a rememory. I personally think rememory is an excellent word, and I’d put it on an advanced eggcorn level because it uses similar sounds of two related words to make a combined meaning of remembering a memory. Go, Kari. You rock!
So many choices
It could be a bad hair day
It’s time for a re-read
November 29 was the 184th anniversary of Louisa May Alcott’s birth. Google celebrated with a Google doodle.
That’s Beth at the piano, Jo running with books, blonde-haired Amy painting, Meg embroidering, and Laurie, the neighbor boy who marries Amy. I think the picture on the wall is Louisa May Alcott. Can you find “Google” in the doodle?
Seeing the Google doodle made me want to re-read Little Women, one of my favorite books. I usually re-read it every one or two years. I have two copies of the book: one was my mother’s, and one was a gift from my brother Tom. Given the appearance of my mother’s handwriting, she might have received her copy of the book at about the same age Tom gave me my copy.
Little Women was originally published in two volumes in 1868 and 1869. Both of my copies include the entire story in a single volume. Interestingly, neither copy includes a copyright date. This could be because Louisa May Alcott never copyrighted the book, or because any book published before 1923 is in the public domain.
The blue book was my mother’s; the top one is mine.
Both copies marked by their owners.
Birthday; therefore, Bentley’s
Wednesday evening we drove to the Lake of the Ozarks to celebrate Ted’s birthday with dinner at Bentley’s. We wanted to avoid the Christmas rush, and Bentley’s is closed all of January, so we opted for an early celebration.
The day was dry, but cloudy. Just like Monday, however, we experienced the “sunny by dark” effect and enjoyed a brief late fall sunset. It was only a few minutes before sunset that the sun starting shining on the clouds and turning them red.
The dinner, as always, was wonderful. Merrill, our favorite waiter, knows our order by heart: grilled salmon for Ted (the best salmon he’s ever had, according to him) and pepper steak with red wine sauce for me (the only place I’ve ever had such good pepper steak). Add a glass of wine for each of us and, for dessert, “The Thing” for Ted and a grasshopper for me. “The Thing” is a generous serving of ice cream with hard shell chocolate, nuts, strawberries, and whipped cream. Ted loves it. The grasshopper is thick enough to eat with a spoon, but I use the straw. It takes a long time with the straw, but gives us more time to enjoy the ambience and dining experience at Bentley’s.
Next visit to Bentley’s: my birthday.
Help!
Some Sky-music
Tonight we were able to attend Sky’s middle school orchestra concert. Wow! The music they played was noticeably more difficult than what they play in the elementary school concerts. The program was a mix of classical, holiday, and pop music. The highlight piece was undoubtedly the Star Wars theme, complete with light sticks attached to the bows.
The music director has obviously done this before. At the opening of the program, she announced that this is the best the kids will look, so she’d be stepping aside to give us a chance to take our pictures. We did, and we had a very, very enjoyable evening.
Sky tuning up before the concert
The middle school orchestra. Sky is in front of the bass ahead of the doorway in the upper right.
“Light sabers” attached to the instrument bows in the darkened auditorium to perform the “Star Wars” theme
Exercise like a baby
I’ve had pain in the ribs on the right side of my back since May. I’ve tried muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatory medications, as well as physical therapy, with no improvement. A CT scan showed that three of my ribs are inflamed and are possibly rubbing against the lower part of my shoulder blade, thus preventing healing.
The orthopedist who ordered the CT scan suggested that I see some “new generation” specialists who focus on micro muscular exercises for treatment. I’ve been working with the specialists for two weeks. They predict that, after three weeks of treatment, I will notice a lessening of the pain, although it might take longer to completely eradicate it.
Ryan and John (they are doctors who go by their first names) focus on core strength, but they back up–way back! In the room where they teach me the exercises, they have posters of babies on the wall. I asked John about them and he said yes, they base much of their practice on the ways in which babies develop core strength. According to the poster, these are called neuromuscular stabilization exercises in developmental positions. That makes it sound more medical.
It’s pretty interesting to look at the baby’s poses and the adult’s poses. It will be even more interesting if this alleviates the pain I’ve been feeling. I guess I’m going back to my roots. Or am I going back to my youth?
Forecast: Sunny by dark
Today was a rainy day and the mall is always deserted on Mondays, so Ted and I decided to walk in the mall and get our three miles in. We arrived just in time for the sun to break through the clouds at sunset. The back edge of the rain clouds picked up the beautiful sunset colors.
One of the NWS forecasters once wrote a forecast that included the prediction “sunny by dark.” That’s what we had today.
It’s the same old, same old
I still love him. I just love him 47+ years more now than I did then.
June 14, 1969
November 5, 2016
Kyle and Lauren’s wedding–Part 2
Kyle sent us some wedding photos. I assume the official photographer took these, since they look good, have good lighting, and are all front views rather than off-side views from where the rest of us were standing for our free shots. I’m posting them here, even though some are duplicates of those taken with our camera. These have much better lighting effects. ♥
Guess who?
Bride and groom with favorite aunt and uncle.
Celebrity shot–the bride and groom posed with four of their fans.
Dancing to a slow song. (We didn’t know we were on camera.)
Sweet dreams coming up
Our new mattress arrived today. The good news: the top surface is level, rather than worn into hollows and hills. It might have been a bit of hyperbole to say the center of the old mattress had a mountain range-like ridge between two valleys, but it was like a tiny flaw on a tooth that’s magnified by the tongue. The bad news: the new mattress is, of course, thicker than the old one, so our sheets didn’t fit. In spite of my vow to go nowhere near a retail establishment this Black Friday weekend, we had to go shopping for sheets with one-inch deeper corner pockets to make the bed. Nothing is ever easy, is it?
The old mattress. It’s not too bad to look at, but you can see the “valley” on the left and the hump in the middle.
The new mattress. The top surface is comfortably level.
Thanksgiving
Kari’s family joined us for Thanksgiving dinner tonight. We included Kari and Dean’s friend, Jerry, who is recently divorced and would have spent the day alone. Jerry brought a bottle of wine and another pie, so he’s welcome to come again any time. (Just kidding.)
When Ted and I were in Wal-Mart recently, we saw Thanksgiving tablecloths and napkins for $1.00 per package. Who can resist a bargain like that? With the colorful table “linens” (hah!), my pumpkin-vased fresh flowers, and some fall-colored candles, the table looked very festive.
Not surprisingly, we had ham for the meat course. The boys were so eager for it that they skipped lunch to make sure they’d have plenty of room for ham and for pie with whipped cream. They ate so much food, they couldn’t finish their pie. A good time was had by all, and Teddy took his leftover pie home in a to-go container to eat for lunch tomorrow.
I am amazed almost daily at the number of things I have to be thankful for in my life. I am truly blessed in many, many ways.
Once upon a mattress . . .
Our mattress is nine-and-a-half years old. As Ted and I lay in bed this morning, we noticed (again) that there are hollows just our sizes on each side of the mattress with a high point between and the length of the hollows. When the bed is made and the weight of the mattress pad, the down comforter, and the quilted bedspread fall into place, the bed surface looks like two valleys with a mountain range between them.
We’ve been saying that it’s time to buy a new mattress, but this morning was different. We asked what we’re waiting for, and we went out shopping. The new mattress will be delivered Friday afternoon. Suddenly, two more nights on the old mattress seem like a hardship, when just last night, it wasn’t bad at all. Unfortunately, we didn’t see any wine box mattresses for sale.
Liz and me?
One of the questions I asked Ted yesterday was who I’d be with if I called to tell him I was in trouble. He quickly replied, “Liz.” That reminded me of a sign I saw in a store window several years ago. I immediately thought of Liz when I saw the sign. I guess Ted knows me (and Liz) pretty well.
Note: Liz and I have never been in trouble–or in jail. Yet.
How he sees me
Katie posted an interesting activity on Facebook, so I tried it. The directions are to, without prompting, ask your husband these questions and then write exactly what he says. Some of Ted’s responses surprised me, but here they are.
What is something I always say? ♥ I love you.
What makes me happy? ♥ You’re almost always happy. You’re an optimist.
What makes me sad? ♥ Not much any more, but when we didn’t have much money, you would sometimes be sad.
How tall am I? ♥ 5′ 5″.
What’s my favorite thing to do? ♥ Sit on the sofa in the evening while I rub your feet.
What do I do when you’re not around? ♥ Read and sit outside by the pool.
If I become famous, what will it be for? ♥ A new teaching principle.
What makes you proud of me? ♥ That you got your doctorate. And you’re in good shape cuz you exercise.
What’s my favorite food? ♥ Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.
What’s my favorite restaurant? ♥ Bentley’s.
Where is my favorite place to visit? ♥ The Outer Banks.
If I could go anywhere, where would it be? ♥ Europe. Italy, Germany, or Switzerland.
How do I annoy you? ♥ By worrying so much about things like not having time to finish everything.
What is my favorite movie? ♥ Gone with the Wind.
Who is my celebrity crush? ♥ I don’t think you have a crush, but I’d say George Clooney.
You get a phone call that I’m in trouble. Who am I with? ♥ Liz.
Time to go shopping
Trending
A few days ago, I sent this to Katie.
Today, Katie replied with this.
Fact check: I’m sure both of the above statements are absolutely true, although the first one should say its, not their, and the percentage goes down in the second one if you factor in the second set of grandparents. We need better editors when there are such important pieces of wisdom to be shared.
Cute
Ted and I went out to lunch. Since it was a gray, blustery day, I ordered a cup of hot chocolate. It came with the whipped cream on the side in a miniature milk can. Awww!
Math humor
Hmmm

A shower in Seattle (Really?!)
When I received an invitation to Katie’s baby shower, I thought it would be fun to use some frequent flier miles to attend the event. I called Katie’s mom and Thom to make arrangements for airport shuttling and sleeping, and they both thought I should surprise Katie, because she wouldn’t be expecting me.
I flew to Seattle on Saturday. Katie’s parents, Scott and Carmen, picked me up at the airport and I stayed at their house overnight. As shower time approached Sunday afternoon, Carmen suggested that when we saw Katie’s car coming up the driveway, I should go to the bedroom and wait a few minutes, then “mosey” out and see how long it would take Katie to notice me. It took her less than five seconds, even though I was trying to be inconspicuous.
This was the most elaborate baby shower I’ve ever attended. I admit that it’s been many years since I was at a baby shower, but they used to be much simpler: chairs in a circle, women friends and family members, gifts for the mom-to-be, and dessert. This shower included a plethora of decorations, including signs, banners, decorated clipboards for the obligatory shower games, and decorated gift bags for the guests. In addition to what’s in the picture below, there were also banners hung on the windows, decorative strings of pine cones, table decorations, and a photo wall. Whew!
A few of the decorations: “Mountains” on the cabinet top, a hand-made sign for the “Don’t Say Baby” game, a handmade sign on the fireplace with a chain of mountains and clouds below it, and another handmade sign between the fireplace and the door that said “You are our greatest adventure.”
The menu included chili, chicken salad croissants, a veggie tray, a cheese and cracker tray, cake and cupcakes, and a variety of beverages. This is a lot more than dessert and coffee! Carmen was the head chef and did an awesome job. Everything was delicious.
We played the bare minimum of shower games at Katie’s request. She did not want to guess the baby food, etc. (Thank you, Katie. You’re a woman after my own heart.) I counted thirty-one women present, but they kept moving around, so I could be off by one or two. It followed that there was a huge pile of baby gifts and all of them were very nice.
Ted and I bought a few baby toys for the shower, but I decided to go mainly with heirloom gifts. I opened the boxes of baby things I’ve saved, and I pulled out the lion quilt and the yellow knitted blanket I made for Thom. I also selected a white blanket my mom made on her knitting machine and two sweaters she knit for my babies. She knit the hooded striped sweater for Thom, and the white one with the matching cap for Kathy. Katie asked for baby books instead of cards, so I brought one of Tom’s favorites: The Read It Yourself Storybook. Thom wrote his name on the pages (he was Tommy at that time) and, inside the book, I had noted that he received it from his Uncle Tom and Aunt Jo for his fourth birthday.
Gifts from the baby’s great-grandma, its grandma, and its father
Yes, I remember when he was Tommy, not Thom.
Katie just unbagged the lion quilt. Thom loved this quilt. Several of the women at the shower told me later that it was really thoughtful of me to give away my baby things, because we often find them hard to part with. (If this weren’t true, I wouldn’t still have them in boxes when my baby is in his late thirties.) They also commented on the good condition of everything. When she saw the tiny knitted baby cap, Katie became a little bit tearful at the thought that she will soon be holding someone who is that small. It was a very touching moment at the shower.
. . . and then it was time to eat cake and cupcakes and to take pictures at the photo wall. There was a designated official photographer who took pictures and printed them on the spot.
Katie with the grandmas-to-be
After the shower, we loaded the gifts into Katie’s car and went to her house. Thom and Julian helped unload the car and then Thom started making dinner. (What a good thing I taught him to cook.) After dinner, while Katie showed Thom all the gifts, I had some one-on-one time with Julian.
All too soon, it was Monday morning. I hugged Julian good-bye when he left for school, and Thom and Katie took me to the airport before going to work. My flight home was uneventful, and I was glad to see Ted again. It was fun to be a part of Katie’s baby shower and I’m glad I could go, even if I was there for a only little while. Ted and I will stay longer when we go to Seattle to meet our eighth grandchild, who is due to be born January 2–or whenever it chooses.
P.S. There were rain showers outside throughout my short visit. It’s Seattle.
Columbia Day
Kathy and I enjoy meeting in Columbia to spend an occasional one-on-one day together. We live three hours apart, and Columbia is the halfway point–about 90 minutes of driving each way for both of us. There are enough shops, restaurants, and points of interest in the city to let us do something while we talk.
Yesterday, we met in Columbia for the first time since February. (It’s been a busy year!) We did most of our favorite things, beginning with a long lunch. When we were tired of sitting in the restaurant, we went downtown and browsed in the shopping area.
The only place we spent money downtown was at the chocolate store on Cherry Street. The owners melt and make their own chocolate, and it’s delicious. We each selected a few pieces of our favorite varieties and then headed for the Columbia Mall for a sit-down break. A frosty beverage, a table in the food court beside the calliope, and our chocolate, and we were set until dinner time. When we finally felt hungry enough to eat dinner, we decided to try the “new” Shakespeare’s Pizza.
About a year ago, Shakespeare’s tore down their entire building across the street from the MU campus and re-built a newer version of it. Most of the main floor is the restaurant; the remainder is rental space for small shops or offices. The upper four floors of what used to be a one-story building are dedicated to “deluxe” student apartments. The restaurant expanded into its previous parking lots, so the kitchen is larger and there’s more seating, as well as a new full-service bar. A (literally) yellow brick path on the floor leads patrons from the seating areas to the rest rooms.
Shakespeare’s is family-owned and is always very busy, attracting people of all ages. It’s also very user-friendly, and you’re welcome to sit at your table as long as you like. Kathy and I had cheese garlic bread, pizza, and a beer plus two more hours of talking before we decided it was about 90 minutes from when we wanted to be home. We went back to our starting point to pick up her car and, after hugs and good wishes, we headed home, looking forward to our next Columbia Day.
The “new” Shakespeare’s Pizza, all the way across the first floor, including two more sets of windows on the right that didn’t fit in my picture.
Still the same plentiful supply of t.p. in the new rest rooms, but now it’s on a new varnished wooden rod instead of hanging from a long heavy chain.
This sign is at the rest room doors. Kathy and I don’t know if the lights and buzzer really flash and ring, but we always wash our hands, just in case.
I wish . . .
I wish today was Groundhog Day and we could all have a do-over.
Yes, Google knows all
Pay no attention to the man behind the screen; it’s Google that is the source of all information. As I was blogging about Ella Genzmer and adding a link to the post, I noticed that one of my menu choices was “Search Google for ‘Ella Genzmer'” so I did. I couldn’t believe what came up!!! This was in the State of Wisconsin Assembly Journal, documenting the proceedings of the State Assembly.
Hingham and Gibbsville Grade Schools became a consolidated school district with Oostburg when I was in eighth grade. To help the eighth graders from all three schools get to know each other before starting high school in the fall, we had an eighth grade bus trip together. We visited the Capitol in Madison and were introduced to the legislature. (Apparently, a lot of other school kids from the state did the same thing that day.) After the Capitol, we went to the Cave of the Mounds and then toured Little Norway. It was a great day trip and I still have a small keepsake cedar box I bought that day at the Cave of the Mounds.
I never dreamed in 1961 that my eighth-grade school trip would re-surface in a Google search 55 years later. Is this wonderful or scary? Either way, it was kind of fun to find this old record.
Who is Ella Genzmer?
At Kyle and Lauren’s wedding, my brother Tom quoted Ella Genzmer in his toast to the bride and groom. He interrupted the toast to ask how many people in the room were acquainted with Ella Genzmer. My brother Steve and I raised our hands. With Tom, that made a total of three of us who knew her.
I grew up in Hingham, WI, a town of about 200 people, and Mrs. Genzmer was a long-time teacher in the Hingham Grade School. The school building was two stories tall and had two classrooms, two teachers and usually somewhere around 50-60 students. (It also had an awesome fire escape from the second floor, but that’s a different story.) At some point, the upper floor was remodeled to form a third room, and a third teacher was added. I don’t remember which grade I was in when that happened, but there are 63 students and three teachers in my seventh grade school picture. (Yes, we are all in one picture.)
Important people: Mrs. Genzmer (back row, left); Denny (back row, 2nd boy from left); me (back row, 5th from right); Steve (3rd row, 3rd from right); Tom (front row, 3rd from left).
Mrs. Genzmer was my teacher for five of the eight years I was in grade school. There was an interruption in my time with her when Mr. Prinsen, the principal, left and Mrs. Genzmer became the principal. The principal always taught grades 5-8 (on the second floor), and I was still in a lower grade (on the first floor) when Mrs. Genzmer moved upstairs. When I reached fifth grade, I had Mrs. Genzmer again until I graduated in one of the largest Hingham Grade School classes ever–seven of us!
Mrs. Genzmer was a grammarian. I learned everything I know about diagramming sentences from her, and I took honors English in high school and college because of her. In talking about her at Kyle and Lauren’s wedding, my brothers and I agreed that we received an excellent education in our little country school.
So what did Tom quote from Mrs. Genzmer? In praising love and marriage, Tom reminded us that Mrs. Genzmer taught us “When using a dictionary, the first definition of a word is the most common use of the word.” Tom also quoted Nietzsche in his toast. I’ll bet Mrs. Genzmer would be surprised to be joined by Nietzsche!
Wedding weekend
Over the weekend, we drove up to Sterling Heights, MI (near Pontiac) for my nephew Kyle’s wedding. It was beautiful fall weather for a wedding: sunny and warm with red-gold leaves on the trees. It’s rare that I see two of my brothers at the same time twice in a year (maybe never before), but we were together at Brandon and Maddy’s wedding in September, and again to celebrate Kyle and Lauren’s wedding this time.
The pastor’s homily was unusual. He gave Kyle and Lauren the chance to select one of three wrapped gifts (“Do you want Door Number 1, 2, or 3?”) and then connected the gift to the Biblical texts they had chosen for their wedding. Their gift was a pretty crystal clock.
Kyle and Lauren Soerens
The wedding partyIt was fun to socialize at the hotel between the wedding and the reception. Tom and Jo provided some beverages and snacks, and the conversations were lively. The hotel provided shuttles to and from the reception, so we out-of-towners didn’t have to worry about finding the venue. The dinner was delicious and was followed by wedding pie for dessert. After that, it was time to talk, party, and dance. Woo-ee!
The bride and groom sharing a piece of wedding pie
Tom (father of the groom) making a toast. He quoted Ella Genzmer.
Tom and Jo with their family
Steve and Joan
Ted and meThe DJ played until midnight and even included The Beer Barrel Polka. That wasn’t enough for this crowd, though. More beverages and snacks appeared at the hotel after-party, and Jay and AJ ordered pizzas and buffalo wings for everyone to share. Ted and I surrendered and left the after-party sometime after 2:00 a.m., but some of the other attendees carried on longer.
We had beautiful weather and an extra hour of sleep for our trip home. It was a weekend of fun! I wish we knew someone else who’s getting married so we could do it again.
It actually makes sense
This is a poor quality picture, but I found it online and word nerds like me can’t resist such a redundant, yet accurate sentence.
Awesome John
My advisor, mentor, friend, and India training partner is awesome. I introduced John Henschke in an earlier post and included some of his zillion+ accomplishments. As soon as I knew John was going to be my training partner, I knew I would be working with the best and could set aside my worries about messing up my first overseas teacher trainings.
Today, I learned that John has yet another achievement to add to his resumé. On November 14, he will be in Orlando, FL for his induction into the International Adult and Continuing Education Hall of Fame. What an honor!
Every so often, I hear that John is retiring. When I ask him about it, he paraphrases Mark Twain and says, “The rumors of my retirement are greatly exaggerated.” When I spoke with John last week, he told me he is retiring December 31. I had to ask if this is the real retirement, or one more in his string of exaggerated rumored retirements. This is the real one.
So what will John do in his retirement? Since he won’t be teaching university classes after this semester, he sees retirement as an opportunity to have a more open calendar to schedule trainings and other activities. He’ll be training adult educators in New Mexico the first week of December, in Tennessee the second week of January, and in India in February with me.
The best part of all is that not only do I count John as my friend and partner, but that he also counts me as a friend and partner.
My friend and partner, the awesome and world-renowned adult educator, John Henschke.
Where did all the dinosaurs go?
Dinner ingredient?
Liz parties on!
My friend, Liz, included me on the guest list for the birthday party her daughter and son-in-law hosted on Saturday night. It was a happy group of about twenty people with delicious food prepared by Janelle (the daughter). Hilarious stories about Liz provided lots of laughter, and a good time was had by all.
Liz and I have been friends for over twenty years. I hope we have many, many more years of friendship. Happy birthday, good friend.
Liz is the one with the party hat. That’s her four-year-old grandson photobombing our picture.
Spelling bee
My friend, Mandy, sent this to me on Facebook because she knew I’d enjoy it.
Mandy pictured this mug filled with beige caffeine. Weird.
Hallowe’en in Florida
I laughed out loud when I saw this picture on my cousin Nancy’s Facebook page.
Note: Nancy lives in St. Augustine, FL.