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I do not like things that sting.! Small things or big things. Stinging bugs hurt, and I kill them or run. ! Today I read in the news that in China 40 people died from hornet stings in one city and another big lot of them were hospitalized. Seems China has an extra large stinging hornet. !! And in the fall they get very agressive. Its venomn is toxic.. and many people are very alergic to the veneom These hornets are BIG!!! 6 mm long and their stingers are 7 mm long. When they sting the wound they leave looks like bullet holes and often require stitches. And they do not just sting once.. they swarm. !! some people get stung a hundred times when they attack, they are the ones ending up in hospitals. And they are fast and will chase a person for over a 690 feet before giving up. that is 230 yards. !!! TWO FOOTBALL FIELDS PLUS 30 yards. !! YIKES. Now they are not here in the states but have invaded France... and may be in England coming in on ships secluded in freight that is unloaded portside. They hide their little creep nests so are very hard to find so the nests can be destroy although they try to destroy nests in China. !!! NO NO NO NO NO... SCREAMMMMMMMMMM .. my worst nightmare. !!! China should keep their bug..I saw pictures in the article. !!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Tags: Moivie Bees Stingers Hornets Ouch Scary
I have a place in my heart, which still pains whenever I touch upon it. I suppose it always will be that way. 14 years ago I met him, and he is still there in my heart. It was not meant to be, yet when I think upon it it seems like yesterday. Love never goes away even if the person does. The pain of loss is still there hidden inside my thoughts of joy encasing it like the shell of an acorn, and then a few years ago I realized that the acorn had blommed into an oak tree which I can hold onto forever strong in times of loneliness, or sorrow.
I was born in 1947 when my birth father died in 1950 we moved into a 1/2 double Victorian house, mama's rent was 19 dollars a month. We had the downstairs. In Ohio the winters can get pretty cold. I remember mom sticking folded newspapers under all the doors and in the door cracks to keep the air out we only used one door in wintertime. and we used plastic draperies bought at the 10cent store to cover the windows to keep the drafts down, and she would tape the draperies close to the wall. And for heat Well sometimes when it was really cold we propped open the kitchen oven and let the heat come out, and would have to open up all the cabinet doors to keep the pipes from freezing up. We had a big old wall great where a large amount of heat came out into the livingroom from the coal furnace. That kept us warm. And almost everyone wore long johns and sweaters inside and usually sleeping with two pair of socks on our feet. Now that old coal furnace was something else. Mr. Hodges Coal Company would deliver usually twice during the winter once in the fall and once in January. He would pull up in the driveway and open up those long slanted coal shoot doors at the side of the porch and I would stand there and watch the truck tip back and drop the big chunks of coal slide down and onto the basement floor and see that big puff of black dust come out. Mom always ordered the coal broken up into fairly small chunks it cost more but being a widow it was hard for her to break it up if it wasn't . I remember one year how ever we ordered the cheaper kind and she and my brother had to go down into that scary old basement with hammers and break up the coal herself. I sat up on the top step looking down into that dimly lite dirty old basement I did not like it at all. It was lit by one light bulb hanging on a long black cord from the ceiling. Mom remarried a wonderful guy that I always called my DaD and she didnt have to do that anymore. Today would have been their 59th wedding anniversary But that old furnace served us well it really put out the heat, hot enough if you were sitting near the register you would take off your sweater and bake. In the winter time when we came in from playing outside which was an every day occasion for 3 or 4 hours. we would place our wet socks, mittens and boots and pants on a 3 tiered wooden clothes rack so they would dry. And if they mittens were not ready when we wanted to go out again we would put socks on our hands and go anyway. But that's a story for another time. Take care my friends and call someone up and tell them that you love them cause one day you might not be able to make it.
Tags: Coal Warmth Winter Furnace 1940s
Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.
We lived in a small town growing up. After Daddy died Mom rented the lower half of a big old brick Victorian house 19 dollars a month is what she paid. I think old Mrs. Walker felt sorry for her and gave her a deal. It had 2 bedrooms, on for us kids and one for Mom. In between our bedrooms was a little hallway that had a stairwell of about 6 steps and then it was blocked off. Those were the inside stairs to the upper part of the house where Fred and his Mom and Dad lived. Fred was a teenager and his sister Grace was about 20 years old and worked as a secretary down at the insurance office. That old house was so cool in summer and warm in winter. The thick brick walls is what made it cool in summer especially if Mom pulled down the blinds and kept the rooms dark. WE had all together 5 porches on that house. A front porch which became the rainy day spot for the neighbor hood as it was very large and would contain 15 or more kids trading comic books and reading them. Or playing hospital or school. Usually the boys would pretend to be bad kids in the school and we girls had to nag at them and the "teacher would make them stand in the corner or send them home. Then there was the small porch off of moms bedroom, after dark she would go out there and sit, and once when I didn't get to sleep fast enough I heard her sitting in the old rocker and she was crying. I never told her I had heard her but that bothered me as a kid most of my life growing up and I tried to be a better girl because of it. There was the kitchen stoop where you would stand on a step and shake out the dust mop or the rugs. Or sometimes dump out the bucket of mop water. The medium sized porch where the outside stairs made their way up to the 2nd story part of the house. Some times Grace would fix us an ice cream cone when she got off work that was always a treat and I would sit there and try on her bracelet and once she painted my fingernails red. Wow did I feel special? Our side porch was where we played a lot too. We played in that part of the yard a lot and there was the big sidewalk that went down to the street. We used to chalk draw on it. Hopscotch, marbles, and sometimes just draw pictures with white chalk. Once grandma bought us a box of color chalk we spent hours drawing stuff with colors.! It was on this porch where our dog Tramp took his naps watching over us kids and if anyone stopped by and came up in the yard toward us kids he would let them know in a hurry that they were not welcomed there without our mom being in the yard. It was from that porch he would launch his daily walk with the mail man. Every day for about half hour he would walk with Mr. Paul then turn around and come back home. WE moved from that home to a new town after Mom found our new Dad. Childhood never was the same because that year we not only moved but I was 11 and things seem to change when you are that age you gain new interests. I have a lot of other memories about that neighborhood it was in the 50's a time of peace and innocence and of a small community that was just big enough to care about your business but not to know all of your business. It was such a good time in history especially in old Shelby Ohio.
Last Wed night a convict who was doing 40 years to life for Kidnapping, raping a woman at gun point stalking, breaking and entering. He was gone when they did their 9pm bed check they did not know how long he had been gone. The prison is about 5 miles from my home. This mans picture was all over our news and posted on most doors of businesses within a few hours. Once such place was a little one pump, country store that mostly serves the Amish community it is 8 miles from the prison. You know the kind of store, looks like a big old farm house but the front of it was made into a little place to pick up snacks, bread, sodas, and milk. Olivesburg General Store is its name. its been there for close to 80 years.
it was around 6pm on Thursday. The convict now dressed in a t shirt and pants came into the store. Inside was the clerk a very young lady about 18, 2 teen boys, and one young man early 20s ( who must have been a former football player cause he was a BIG GUY).
The convict walked up to the counter and asked to use the phone as his car had broken down. The girl recognized him right a way. The teen boys recognized right a way and they moved toward the exit door and stood there, the girl handed him her cell phone, and he said he wanted to buy a candy bar. She waited on the convict The young man who was standing down an asile way. Ran as fast as he could and slammed into the convict from the right side as if he was going to make a tackle.. knocking down the convict and then they slid about 5 feet on the floor into shelving.The big man had his arms wrapped around the convicts squeezing him to the point that if he had been toothpaste the whole tube would have squired out of the tube... The convict did not reisist the big guy sat on him while the boys found some twine and tied the convict up. and the girl called the state highway patrol which arrived 5 minutes later. They found the convict peaceable laying on his face on the wooden floor with the big kid still sitting on his back. They immediatly took the convict into custody and put him in the patrol car and headed back to the prison.
4 heros. all young people... all very brave.. they all risked their lives.. because they felt it was the right thing to do even though the radios said if you would see the convict do not approch or try to catch him. Just call 911 and let t hem know where he is.
Were they scared they all said.. yes scared to death.. but we did it any way. they are heros today. I hope they give them a nice reward. and certificate of recognition.
Tags: Crime Scare Convict Hero Police
I saw these photos today.. and thought Yesterday was the day the earth stood still of the people here. No movement, huddled in their homes, with family, waiting.. and waiting.. He could be anywhere.. but su rely not here.. yet surey he could be too. God Bless the folks of Boston. May you heal and may we never forget!!
I was sitting here today thinking of all the people I have met in my lifetime, who have left a strong impression on me. One such person was Phillip. I first met Philip and his mother when I was the Aquatic Director for our local YMCA. Phillip used to come in with is mother, she would sit down on the bleachers pool side as he would be doing laps in the 25 meter swimming pool. Phil was 22 years old and I was 37. He a very bright, happy and friendly man. We would share some great conversations when he would visit. He was a student at Ohio State University, after he had graduated from his High School with honors. The most remarkable thing about Phillip was his attitude about life, his God, and his aspirations for greatness. Phillip wanted to be an attorney and eventually after 10 years his dream came true. So you may wonder why I would pick him as the most inspiring person I have ever met in my life. Our contact with each other was limited to a few hours a day for 3 days a week, in the summertime lasting 4 years. not that long when you think that I am 65 years old and have met many interesting people. I also admired his mom a lady of around 60 years old, Phil was a late in life baby, her 10th out of 10 children. Her husband had passed away when Philip was 2 years old, His oldest sibling was 42 years old. That is a large family to raise for a single parent, she told me 8 of her children had college degrees, Phil would be number 9 only one daughter had not gotten her college education but was in the process along with Phillip at Ohio State Phillip was born with Cerebral Palsy. His injury came when the man delivering him had been drinking and mishandled the delivery. Phil's physical condition was impaired. She related his story to me. She told me of her family and his siblings not giving up on Phil. Social workers and medical people had urged her to put Phil in to a nursing facility right after his birth. But she and her husband had agreed they should bring Phil home and some how see to his care His brothers and sisters pitched in right from the start, Philip at first needed around the clock care, and he had a nurse for a few hours each day. The other children played a big part in his care. they would exercise his arm and legs, and take turns talking to him as he laid in bed. As he got older they found ways to develop or change toys so Philip could have fun. They took him for rides in his wagon, and strapped his feet on to their tricycle, they taught him to hold a bat for a ball game by making a shield that they would put over him in his chair and when they threw the ball he would push the arm button on his chair and move forward and the ball would bounce off of the shield and another one of them would run the bases with him. You see Phil did not have any use of his legs, or his arms,they would spasm and wildly move around when he got excited, his head jerked to the right in random movements, his facial muscles were contracted in a way that made his jaw jerk in sudden spasms, and his speech was so garbled it was difficult to understand him as he spoke , But after few try's with words you could get the gist of what he was saying and then repeating it until he would laugh and say ess and ooo for yes and no. we laughed together cause I would tell him when he got to be a fancy wealthy attorney he would have to take me out to dinner just as friends as we could not get into a relationship because he was too young for me. He was a cub scout, he was in the therapeutic riding program from the time he was 5 years old, had his own horse, which his siblings took care of for him by cleaning the barn and grooming. but once more they did not allow him to just sit and watch he had his chores to do too. They never let him get away with faking that he could not do certain tasks, and like all kids now and then he would try but they were wise to him. Philip was home schooled by his mom who was a school teacher when he was born. He also attended regular public school and with help from classmates he experienced being in the class room and some after school activities. It took him a few years extra to graduate but he did so with honors grades. He went off to college at OSU in Columbus Ohio, with special permission to live off campus with a full time aid who lived with him 24 hours a day. About 15 years after he went to school. I was attending a seminar and luncheon event in Columbus. As I was walking down a long hall way coming in the opposite direction was a well dressed man in a wheel chair. as I got closer it was Phil with a companion following closely behind him carrying a brief case. I stopped him and said Phillip, and he looked up at me and said Yes? I said I don't think you remember me. I told him my name and our connection. His eyes lit up and he laughed his special laugh. And with help from his aid we had a short conversation. He was now a successful attorney in the city, He had gotten through college not with honors but did graduate and go to law school. He had done all the work himself in his classes a he had gained enough control of his hand and with two fingers he could type and use his computer. As time was pressing we only talked a few moments, but as we were saying our good byes his eyes twinkled and he said. I still owe you a dinner. That was Phillip, and I learned many things from him during those 3 summers.
Tags: Swimming Collegecourage Bravery Parenting Success Admiration Familys
I have posted below a recent article I read, its about a PBR (public broadcasting radio) special that will be aired his weekend and next. It is about Harper High School in Chicago. The worst High School in the nation for crime. Parents caution children in bad areas to not join a gang.. that its dangerous. but what happens if there is no choice.. you say no choice??? the article will tell you why And it saddens me and deeply troubles me as a citizen that this happens in my country. !!! thanks for reading.. sue... But the question is what can be done about this ???? If it had been any other high school, you would know this story by now. Had some other "kind of school" logged a year that saw 29 current and recent students shot, eight fatally, "we would all know the name of that school," says radio show host Ira Glass in a new episode of "This American Life" on NPR. "If you grafted those facts onto another high school -- in a wealthier place, maybe a suburb ... it would be national news." But it wasn't another school. It was Harper High, in Chicago, during a year when the murder rate in that city climbed to 506 while it plateaued or fell in New York and Los Angeles. Three "This American Life " reporters spent five months in that school last fall, and beginning this weekend, Glass hosts the remarkable two-part program that results from their immersion.
One early section of the first hour finds reporter Linda Lutton laying out of "the rules" of Harper High. It is a chilling lesson. Parents everywhere think they set the do's and don'ts of their children's lives: Do your homework, don't talk to strangers, don't join a gang. Parents in places that aren't like Harper tend to think that parents in places that are somehow slack in the rule department. "I would never allow my child to ..." we say when the news report mentions that the latest Lutton laying out of "the rules" of Harper High. It is a chilling lesson. Parents everywhere think they set the do's and don'ts of their children's lives: Do your homework, don't talk to strangers, don't join a gang. Parents in places that aren't like Harper tend to think that parents in places that are somehow slack in the rule department. "I would never allow my child to ..." we say when the news report mentions that the latest dead student was a member of a gang. And then we go about our day feeling safe. But as Lutton makes clear, the parents of Harper don't make the rules, and the kids don't really "choose" to follow them. She says: When I ask kids what their parents don't understand about gangs these days, they say it's this: their parents tell them not to join a gang -- as if there's some initiation to go through, some way to sign up. Today, whether or not you want to be in a gang, you're in one. If you live on pretty much any block near Harper High School, you have been assigned a gang. Your mother bought a house on 72nd and Hermitage? You're S-Dub. You live across the street from the school? That's D-Ville. There are more than 15 gangs in the neighborhoods around Harper, she reports, and while being part of one puts kids in danger, it also keeps them safe. You don't dare walk to school, or anywhere else, without the company of a gang. And, no matter what your parents say, you don't find a way to stay neutral. As Aaron Washington, a police officer assigned full-time to the school, tells Lutton: It used to be if you played sports or you were academically better than the average kid, they didn't bother you. Now it's different, it doesn't matter. If you live here, you're part of them. You know, you live on that block, or you live in that area, you one of them. The way they get to school, they have to come to school with one of these factions, one of these gangs. They gotta come to school with them. They don't have a choice. The reality took the journalists of "This American Life" by surprise. "I've done other reporting on gangs and neighborhoods like this," Glass said in an interview from his Manhattan office. "I am not new to this subject. But what we learned was how little we knew." Among the many moments that made this clear, he said, was a conversation the team recorded between the father of a murdered teen, and the boy's friends. That dad, Glass said, did "all the right things, everything that every parent really does, like signing the kid up for citywide football leagues and trying to keep him out of trouble." But the friends tell the father -- gently but definitely -- that the gangs are stronger than any parent. "You reach a certain height and people start shooting at you," Glass said. "You are in the game." Added Alex Kotlowitz, who has made a career of writing about life in "bad" neighborhoods, and who reported through the prism of Harper's on-site social workers, said this series made him see that just as parents can't protect their children, they can't heal them, either. "In the wake of Newtown," he said in an interview from his Chicago home, "we asked all the right questions. Why did this happen? How do we help the children who witnessed and were traumatized by it? What is going to happen in Newtown going forward?" And yet, Kotlowitz said, "we don't ask those questions at a place like Harper. Virtually every kid in that school has seen someone who was shot or knows someone who was shot but we have never really dealt with the issue of trauma in the inner-city." Instead, Kotlowitz said, we leave parents and children, teachers and students to navigate terrain that is impassable. And we convince ourselves that their presence there is somehow their own fault. "What this illustrates in a really vivid way is that all of us hear on the news that a kid got shot and he was a gang member," Glass said, "but we really don't understand what they mean. The feeling we have that well, that couldn't be my kid? You hear these stories and realize, yes, it could."
Tags: Gangs Crime Children Murder Chicago
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