DISORDER COMPULSIVE OBSESSIVE

In the last few years society has become even more disordered.  Instead of seeing the homeless problem for what it really is-- mental illness and addiction-- the government officials have decided it is a housing crisis.  Not so says Dr. Drew Pinksky.  In the above video he warns about the denial and blindness leading to more deaths of those on the street.  The public needs to wake up. Instead of buying into the compulsive obsessive unfruitful attempts to solve the problem in all the wrong ways, we need to speak up and pass laws. Get the homeless into treatment or jail and off the streets.  

NO FEAR

Nanci and Randy Alcorn

When I was young I enjoyed watching Alfred Hitchcock's movies, "Twilight Zone" TV shows, and other scary shows like "Night Gallery."  But as I've grown older -- either I'm more sensitive, or I have suffered some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Back in 1994 my nerves were steady enough to read thrillers such as "Piercing the Darkness" by Frank Peretti.  I then discovered Randy Alcorn, author of "Deadline."  

After reading all of Alcorn's thrillers I began reading his non-fiction books.  The first one I read was "Heaven."  It gave me food for thought.  Then I heard that he was working for minimum wage and giving away all of his royalties from his books.  I had often wondered about the story behind it.  In this blog he tells what happened.

Then, a few years ago I read Jared Wilson's thriller -- "Otherworld." This confirmed my conclusion.  I can no longer deal with thrillers.  

In the last few years I now read novels with young women protagonists set in the time periods from the 1890s up to the 1940s.  

I like authors:

Lynn Austin, 
Roseanna White, 
Tamera Alexander, 
Sarah Ladd, 
and several others.

I have hope that some day I will be able to read those supernatural books again.  I skipped all of Lis Wiehl's "otherworldly" books for now. 

Randy and Nanci Alcorn knew they had nothing of which to be afraid.  They had hope in God. So in spite of my limitations, I have learned from their example.  There is really nothing in this world, or the next, to fear, for those who put their trust in Jesus.

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

THE WHARFINGER WORE MUFTI

Jessica

 I checked out my daughter-in-law's website (https://jessicaibrown.wordpress.com/).  Many veterans, plus family members of veterans, and history buffs will be interested in reading the old war stories. Also on her website she has posted some great photos. 

Her articles made me think of uniforms.  Many of my ancestors have worn them--even in the Revolutionary War.  

"Samuel Stowell, a soldier in the Revolution, serg't in corps of Conn. troops, Washington's division. He enlisted at sixteen, was in several important battles, was twice promoted for bravery, was the first man on the first redoubt taken at Yorktown, serving five years or until the army disbanded. As Patriot and Christian he fought a good fight. White Plains Stony Point Trenton Princeton Brandywine Monmouth Yorktown"

Several Edsons served with distinction in the American Revolutionary Forces.
    
Then that made me think of one of the titles I have collected over the years hoping to some day publish a "book of titles.""The Warfinger Wore Mufti" was suggested by Chris. In the past, the members of the U.S. Power Squadron, in which Chris was involved, wore uniforms to meetings.  The warfinger was in charge of helping boats come into the docks during on the water rendezvous.  For this duty they were told to wear mufti.  You had to be familiar with these terms by being associated with the military.  Here are the definitions:

Warfinger-- 

Wharfinger (pronounced wor-fin-jer) is an archaic term for a person who is the keeper or owner of a wharf. The wharfinger takes custody of and is responsible for goods delivered to the wharf, typically has an office on the wharf or dock, and is responsible for day-to-day activities including slipways , keeping tide tables and resolving disputes.


The definition of MUFTI is -- civilian clothes, in contrast with military or other uniforms, or as worn by a person who usually wears a uniform.


Chris has worn many uniforms.  The latest was his U.S. Power Squadron uniform.

Chris on the left, Dennis Morris on the right.  Flag is the Power Squadron flag.

My dad wore many uniforms as well:

1930's--  Dad top picture 7th from the left.

1940's Uncle Brad

Dad, Mom, and Jay 1941

Palmer, Alaska 1945

Cousin Richard wore a Scout uniform in the 1950's.  Scouting was not allowed in Communist countries.

Jay in 1964

Me R.O.T.C. Sponsor Corps 1965

Chris 1967

Wayne, Dad, Davy

Chris--  class leader Keesler Air Force Base 1982

Cousin Kenny 2008

When I was young I was not interested in history.  Now that I have lived history I am fascinated.  I look forward to reading and enjoying Jessica's stories and pictures.

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY--'Heavenly Father, hold our troops in Your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. 

Psalm 144: 1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

HOW A WORSHIP SONG IS FUELING PRO-DEMOCRACY PROTESTS IN HONG KONG

China is encroaching on Hong Kong.  Protesters in the millions sing a worship song as they peacefully protest.  Here is a blog on it.

FLOWERISTS

My Aunt Emily's garden

Ran across this blog about the wonder of wildflowers. It made me think about my wildflower blog. I said that I loved them because they don't need care and they are beautiful to view all scattered about.  I remembered the blue bachelor buttons, yellow buttercups, and white wild daisies scattered across my grandparents 15 acres in eastern Washington.

Then that made me think about my horticultural heritage--in other words my grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, siblings, and cousins who are good at growing things.  I call them flowerists.  Here are some pictures and a newspaper clipping showing their accomplishments.  I couldn't find any photos of Grandpa S's blue ribbons he won for African violet competitions.

Floral arrangement by Mom 1940's

Grandma E. with her honeysuckle plant

Aunty in her flower garden

Uncle Beenie 1952 with his lilac bush

1959

Grandpa S.

Heather 1971

Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Brad's yard 1978

Hornbrook 1982

Hornbrook

Redwood City

 Samantha

Samantha 2007

Cousin Ron's Blue Tango

Grown by cousin Kit

Cousin Dorothy and Dan's yard

If I find anymore pictures I will add them later.  If you have any you would like me to add send them along.  

Ecclesiastes 3: 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet[a] no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live."

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY JUNE 16

My mom always believed that kids are people too.  Here is a father who believes the same.   He has a conversation with his 19 month old son.

Deuteronomy 4:40  "Therefore you shall keep his statutes and his commandments, which I command you today, that it may go well with you and with your children after you, and that you may prolong your days in the land that the Lord your God is giving you for all time.”

EXPOSITIONS QUADRUPLED

It was in 1962 that I attended my first World's Fair.  It was held in Seattle.  At the time I was a college student in Eastern Washington.  My mom and Grandma E. rode from Spokane to Seattle with me and, my then, boyfriend.  We stayed with the Hank Slightam family -- a cousin of my mom's.  I guess he would have been my Grandmother's nephew.  The Space Needle, Monorail. Bubbleator, and Science Center were some of the sights we took in. 

Here is a picture of the Slightams at a much younger age when they visited my grandparents in Eastern Washington.  This must have been in the 50's.

From left to right-- Rick, Uncle Beanie, Chuck, Auntie, Alyce, Merlin, Mavis, Roy, Grace. Hank must have been taking the picture.

In 1967, after Chris and I were married, I traveled from Spokane to Alexandria to be in my friend Nancy's wedding, and to take in the Montreal, Quebec World's Fair with my family.  After the wedding we packed Jay's truck with camping gear, and included a neighbor boy, and a kitten.  While camping in Canada we met a young boy who spoke only French.  He kept saying menu, menu.  We think he wanted our kitten so we gave it to him.   

Jay, Evy, Roberta, Davy, Wayne

Setting up camp with our Coleman stove.

Davy and Wayne entertained themselves.

 Camping spot

One of the buildings at the fair

The theme program at the fair was divided into five main groups: Man the Creator, Man the Explorer, Man the Producer, Man the Provider, and Man and the Community. 

 Interesting building

Another interesting building

Neighbor boy, Dad, Davy, Wayne

I stood in line at one restaurant as it had been highly recommended.  I ended eating by myself as it was so crowded those of us who had waited,  couldn't sit together.  My dad, mom, and brother's were smart.  They took off for the pizza parlor and had slices.  The final night of our stay it poured rain.  We were getting very wet so we packed up and my dad started driving.  As dawn neared he pulled to the side of the road.  He couldn't stay awake.  I was wide awake so I offered to drive.  It was a stick shift which is difficult for me so my dad shifted the gears as I worked the clutch onto the highway.  Once I got going I was fine.  He went to sleep.  

Then in 1974, when Heather was three, Spokane had a World's Fair.  Chris used his press pass so he could go to the fair anytime.  I purchased a season pass.  Heather was free.  See above picture Chris took for the newspaper. The U.S. Pavilion and clock tower reflect in the water of the Spokane River. Night shots are tricky.  We were blessed with many house guests that summer.  I recall Rinda, Ron, and Becky staying with us.  A childhood friend of Chris's showed up with her husband and baby.  I babysat for them while they attended the fair.  I was pleased that their baby was an easy one.

My mom, dad, and sister took in another fair in Vancouver, Canada in 1986. They stayed at a bed and breakfast with Ralph and Nan.  I found these pictures of Evy, Dad, and the hosts.

My folks knew how to enjoy life and all that is offered.

Proverbs 7:2 "keep my commandments and live; keep my teaching as the apple of your eye;