There are stories almost daily of lives that are lost. Lives that are taken. Lives that are seemingly not given any consideration that they are anything but a body in a uniform. I know that lives are also taken, lost, and also not given consideration that they are anything other than a criminal with intent to hurt. Somehow we've taken it upon ourselves to be judge and jury when these things happen. I've never faced a person with a gun or a person that I thought might want to do harm to me or my family. I've never faced a situation in a dark alley, street, or car that would make me scared. I've never had to make a snap decision on someone that I have to decide is a harm to others or themselves. I'm grateful to those that do make those decisions. I'm grateful to know I can make a call if I'm ever in a place or situation that makes me uncomfortable. I'm also grateful to know some of those bodies in uniform as real people. People who have families, friends, pets, hobbies, and go to work daily and put all that aside to help save others. To serve and protect. Are all police officers good? Are all police officers perfect? Heck no. Are any of us perfect? I doubt it. I know good physicians, nurses, lawyers, school teachers....I also have met the opposite. The slogan is "Black Lives Matter". And they do. But I say: "ALL LIVES MATTER!" I grew up in a suburb of Chicago. My folks moved there to build their own home in 1951. No more apartment living where kids couldn't walk on the grass or play safe out in the street. Everyone thought my parents were crazy to leave the city to live in the middle of nowhere. But they knew what they could make happen there. A small unincorporated neighborhood that slowly began to grow as others joined the movement to leave the city. There came a time when our little town needed a police force. My Dad was asked to be the first Chief of police in Oakbrook Terrace. He accepted and had a couple of other volunteers to help get the force started. They used their own cars and did this on their own time and at their own expense. Today that little volunteer police force is now a full size, legitimate police force with cars and a station house and many men and women on the payroll. When my Dad passed away I was very touched to see all the officers come to his funeral and give him a police escort to his gravesite and also take the time to pass through our neighborhood and our home with the whole funeral procession following. This is my Dad...my hero.
Today I know another family member who has taken the calling to "Serve and Protect". My niece, Katie. Also my hero.
She's a wife to Blake.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Last week was a short work week. I had Monday off for the holiday and Tuesday off to say bye to Mom and my sister. Why then did it feel like the longest week ever? The workplace was busy and a bit crazy. We even had a Doctor collapse on us and we had to cancel all his surgeries for that day. (He's fine now!) Maybe because Jack was at Scout Camp all week and I'm not fond of being home alone at night. I hear every bump and rattle and don't sleep to great. But he came home yesterday and had a good camp week with the kids. It was a hot one with a teeny bit of rain the first day. He survived however. There weren't as many kids this year as in the past. It's funny about kids these days. It's hard to get them away from electronics and sports. Only 2 troops participated in skit night. I find that so sad. No one can think of something completely silly to do? No imagination? No letting loose for one night? Anyway, the ones who did participate had fun and the camp had it's usual activities available for all who wanted to have fun and learn some things.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Welcome July! Along with that welcome we welcomed a visit by my Mom and my sister, Midge.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Today we celebrated our dear Summer's high school graduation with a party. I need to mention that it was held at our house. That being said, all the pomp in getting a house and yard ready was lots of work. So many projects got done and in the end...all good! If you've followed this blog for a bit you know I don't have a good relationship with the weather Gods. It usually rains unless it's Winter, then it's a blizzard. Well, no rain today! Yeah! But...and there's always a But...it was in the 90's with high humidity. Oh boy was it hot. We put all the food inside and even made sure our finished basement was in good order so folks could eat down there if they wanted.
Monday, June 20, 2016
It's here...the first day of Summer. It came around 6:30 pm and it brought with it a full moon on this solstice. That's a rare phenom that won't happen again for 70yrs. I think I'll miss that one, so I made sure to take a good look at this full strawberry moon, as it's called. The sky was hazy so the moon was shrouded in a milky covering. The air is balmy with a slight breeze. It feels like Summer with the temps in the 90's today and warm tonight. I thought of the many things that remind me of Summer and the many things that make it feel like Summer has arrived. When I was a kiddo it was the end of school and that first lazy day of just being outside the whole time. No video games, tv, or other distractions. The lawn sprinkler was the cooling off mode, or sometimes the public pool or a friends pool. Oh that smell of coppertone! Oh that smell of chlorine! Oh the first sunburn since sunscreen wasn't in our household. We'd get tan eventually! Summer always was vacation time for our family. My Dad bought a small house in Wisconsin about an hour away from our home. He moved my Grandparents into it and he and my Aunts and Uncles worked together to make it a cute place for them and a good destination for us since there was a lake just down the road. Dad and my brothers would go fishing and I learned how to swim in that lake. I would stay with my Grandparents for at least a week during the Summer and enjoy my time with Grandma. She and I had a good relationship and I loved her dearly. She always made me doll clothes for my Barbies and there was always a new Barbie waiting for me! She had a room that was full of the dolls she collected. Heaven for a little girl!
This pic is of a Summer many years ago with my oldest son, Jack, and I at a lake near my Mom's house. I was 8mo. preggo with #2 son, Craig. Now they are enjoying their own Summers with their kiddos...the circle continues. Hopefully it will be filled with good memories, the smell of suntan lotion and chlorine and I know there will be roasting marshmellows waiting here at the Pines with YaYa and PawPaw during the lazy, hazy, crazy days of the Summer of 2016!
Sunday, June 12, 2016
June's almost half over and I haven't posted even once. Really, time has flown and I'm about ready to just sit down and let it fly on by! We're having Summer's graduation party here in two weeks and Jack and I are doing our best to get the Pines in party order. We always have projects on our "to do" lists but sometimes it's easy to say: "Oh, I'll get to that later." Well, it's later and all those small things we put off are now bigger and need attending. So it's cleaning, painting, trimming, organizing, and much, much praying that the weather will be dry and coolish and perfect. OK, so maybe we're asking a bit much but I always say: "Go big or go home"....and usually it rains!