Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Whatcha' Reading?

I'm joining up with Judy at Patchwork Times (click here) to share what I'm reading.

I finished V is for Vengeance by Sue Grafton this week.

I just got myself a Kindle Nook last week. I finally caved in when I joined Amazon Prime. Those who have that membership can borrow books from Amazon, just like a library. They also have free or very reduced price books all the time.

I've never been one to want a book reader. I get all my books through online used book sites or through this great website, PaperbackSwap.com click here). I love this site! You give a list of books that you are willing to swap. At the same time you create a list of books you want. If someone posts that book as available, the site sends you an email to confirm you still want it. Then voila! A little bit later you have the book. If someone requests it, the website sends you an email. You send it off and you get a credit for one book. You earn credits by sending books, use credit to get books. Everything is the same: 1 credit = 1 book. It can be hardcover, softcover, mass market paperback or an audio book; they're all one credit. The site is very controlled so you don't get ripped off. I've belonged for a couple of years and have no complaints.

A Great and Terrible Beauty (Gemma Doyle, #1)

But I digress. This week I am reading in a physical book with covers, etc., A Great and Terrible Beauty. It's another teen/young adult book. Goodreads gives this synopsis: "A Victorian boarding school story, a Gothic mansion mystery, a gossipy romp about a clique of girlfriends, and a dark other-worldly fantasy--jumble them all together and you have this complicated and unusual first novel." I'm enjoying it so far, but am only about a quarter way through.

I also had a free book on my Nook. I liked the story, but gave it up. I don't like my books to have over-the-top profanity or vivid, detailed sex. I prefer it to be like the old movies: they kiss with intensity and next you see is the couple smoking cigarettes! I don't have the name because the book is in the other room and I don't want to walk in there to give you the name of a book I put down.

I just want to go quilt.....bye.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

February 3, 1960

My dad in 1952, age 24
Today is the day my dad died. Every year I remember him on this date and also his birthday, March 11. I was four when he died. He was 31. He had, what was then, a terminal illness. He had Addison's Disease, an autoimmune disease, which is now treatable, but not curable. 

During my sophomore year in college, I took my phase one class in Elementary Education. One of the first assignments we had was to write our history. The following is an excerpt from that assignment, written when I was eighteen.

"The first four years of my life I lived at a California Division of Forestry fire station, my father being foreman of the station for our small town of Yorba Linda. I was, what my mother often calls: "my father's shadow." I would follow him around the station as he did his work. Sometimes during the day, my sister and I would come into his office and he'd stop whatever he was doing and talk with us. Once in a while he would give us one of the fire prevention posters as a treat.

Although my memories of my first four years aren't too vivid, some of the scattered recollections I have are of after dinner time. When Jan and I finished eating, we would crawl under the kitchen table and play with Mom and Dad's feet. They would always ask or comment to each other in wonderment that "there must be mice in the house" and "what are we going to do?" After dinner, Dad, on all fours, would chase us around the house; or we would play Button, Button, Who's Got the Button? or Hide the Thimble. Other times, Mom and Dad would wrap us in a blanket like a hammock and carry us around the station. Before they let us out, we would try and guess where we were. It was always a surprise to look out and figure where we were. I recall a lot of happy times then, not specific events, but a secure feeling of well-being.

Dad was always cheerful, whistling wherever he went. He seemed to be one of the spirits God blessed with an attractive personality, full of giving and concern for others. He always had a kind word for everyone; people who knew him say they can't recall him ever being unkind or hurtful to anyone.  Dad had many, many friends who loved him dearly and he loved them all too."

Here is a poem that my Mom read to me while I was a child. She said it described my Dad.


Not--"How did he die?"    But--"How did he live?"
Not--"What was his gain?"   But--"What did he give?"
   These are the units to measure worth
   Of a man as a man regardless of birth.

Not--"What was his station?"   But--"Had he a heart?"
And--"How did he play his God-given part?"
   Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer,
   To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not--"What was his church?   Nor--"What was his creed?"
But--"Had he befriended those really in need?"
Not--"What did the sketch in the newspaper say?"
But--"How many were sorry when he passed away?"

credit:  Golden Nuggets of Thought, Ezra L. Marler, 1946, p. 111

I am a Mormon, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. What held me together after Dad's death was the knowledge that he has gone onto another place that I will someday be also. In many churches, people "bear testimonies" of what they know is true. The following is my testimony of my dad.

On this anniversary of his death, it is only the death of his body. We have eternal spirits and they cannot die. They are our essence and who we are. In this life we have a mortal body and an immortal spirit. When we die, our spirits return to our Heavenly Father to continue to live through the eternities. I believe in life after death. I know that families will be reunited after death to live together again.

I often think about my family "on the other side". My mom and dad together waiting for my sister and I to come, but willing to let us have our life here on earth. I think of reuniting with my dear uncle and aunt. I look forward to being with my grandparents and friends.

I have a Dad. I know what a dad is like. My father was loving and wonderful; he had a great sense of humor, loved music, loved sports, loved to have fun. People loved him; I loved him. My mom adored  him. He loved my Mom. He loved me; he called me "clown." He thought I was cute and wonderful. I followed him everywhere. My mom called me his little shadow."

I can testify to you of the deep influence of a father on his children. Even though my time with my dad was small, he has had tremendous impact on my life. I can still remember his love for me. I still have the feeling of being cherished by him. I know of things he valued in me. I remember, value and try to emulate many of his traits. If four years of parenting can yield so much, then think of the influence a father has on his children throughout their growing years.

 I can testify to you of love that lasts beyond death. I loved my dad dearly when he was here on the earth. He was a super dad! I love him still. I miss him still. But I know that the bonds of family are for eternity and I look forward to seeing him again. I cannot tell you how the promises of an eternal family have consoled me. I can tell you that my father died, but his influence and his love and participation in my life did not end. I testify of my father's continuing care. He lives still and he has helped me through many difficult times of my life.

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