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A Few Good Men

This week Tim’s father died. I feel privileged to have known him these past 7 years. Here is the eulogy Tim read at his father’s service. You will be sorely missed, Fred.

In our country, we glamorize greatness which is often gauged by how much money you have, how many people are affected by each decision you make, and your ability to be remembered by posterity. When we set those people and their accomplishments up as a standard, it is not hard to understand why most of us see ourselves as falling short of our potential.

 

Fred never strove for greatness. Instead, he embraced his “ordinary” life with gusto, and seemed oblivious to the social yardstick that measures success. But Fred was more than great. He was good. He was a good man. He never took for granted his good fortune in marrying the love of his life. He instantly fell in love with his Mary, and stayed in love with her even after God called her home after 54 years of marriage. He loved his 10 children, 34 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren and was proud of their accomplishments, both large and small. Fred didn’t expect greatness from his children, but he did expect goodness. He was seldom disappointed.

 

Fred was a leader, but not for the glory that leadership imparts, but because when he took on a job, any job, he felt compelled to do it right and to see it through to fruition.  He did not seek praise or gratitude for the things he did, as a matter of fact he was usually surprised and touched when accolades were bestowed upon him. All he expected when he finished one job was a new assignment!

 

Typically eulogies include anecdotes. Over the past few days I heard a multitude of stories about Fred; enough to fill a book. There were stories that made me chuckle, stories that made me cry and stories that filled me with renewed awe. These stories were overflowing with love, admiration and respect for a man that bestowed love, kindness and reverence for others with nonchalant ease. Everyone had a story, I have my own. But instead of sharing a handful of individual accounts, I want to share the last line in every story I heard. "He was a good man and will sorely be missed."

 

Fred was not a great man by the world’s standards, but he was a good man that touched the lives of everyone he met. And I would take a few good men over one great man any day. Fred was NOT a great man, but he IS the yardstick by which I measure my life.

Might As Well Face It, I'm Addicted To Blog

Okay, my hiatus was more like a weekend away! Couple of weeks without blogging, and I’m stockpiling things I want to write about! I do plan to change things a bit, tho. First off, I thought it was imperative that I set up a schedule for myself. Blog every Tuesday…come rain or shine! It has occurred to me that no one is paying me to write, I don’t have an editor breathing down my neck, and my only deadlines are self imposed! Phooey to that! I’m going to write when I feel like writing…sometimes more, sometimes less, whenever those ol’ creative juices are flowing.

Next, I don’t want to limit myself to the format I’ve been using. I’ve been writing the blog as if my elementary school teacher doled out an assignment. “Today, children, I’d like you to write a 750 word essay on what you did over Thanksgiving break.” Looking back, my blogs all seemed to fit neatly on a page and a half, and could easily slip into a weekly column at a very small, and undoubtedly disreputable, local newspaper! I want to be free to post a three line commentary and not feel guilt for failing to produce a worthy blog. Again, all standards imposed by myself, for myself, and completely unnecessary!

Then, there’s the whole great big internet out there that I want to tap into. There are often times when I come across blogs or sites that I find filled with ideas I’d like to share or just document. I will be including more links and snippets of other people’s scathingly brilliant ideas, memorabilia from my past, or contemporary happenings that speak to me.

Not as direly important, but inevitable, I want to change the look. When my daughter originally designed the blog, I said “Make it look like me”, and she did. However, going back to an old blog, The Living House, my home is constantly evolving…I get bored if things remain the same for too long. So, I will once again wave my programming ignorance in my daughter’s face, and ask her to spend some time revamping the site. I’ve spent my life living in redecorating chaos, so I suppose there is no point in “closing up shop” while the work is being done. So, in advance, forgive the mess when the process starts, and know this is what happens to Living Blogs! 

Finally, I want to get back to my original blog ethos…this blog is primarily a legacy of love for my children and grandchildren. I’m not out to be the most popular blog on the block, and I don’t need a massive readership. Don’t get me wrong….I LOVE having new and old friends join in. I like sharing with others and “handing down more than the silverware”! I think each generation is like a snowball rolling down a hill…it picks up more and more snow on its journey, until, at the bottom, it is massive. Just think of me as a giant snowball! I am hopeful, that on my journey downhill, I’ve managed to pick up some valuable ideas, and if I’m able to share a bit with others, then it will have made the ride, not only fun, but worthwhile.

So, I’m back, although I’ve hardly been gone long enough to be missed, but long enough to address a few issues that I have been wrestling with! Please continue to post, share the blog with anyone you think might enjoy it, and know you are welcome!

Sigh…looks like my elementary teacher would be proud of me…I’ve managed to turn out a cookie cutter blog! Ah, well, change takes time, right? Anyway, just to prove that my desire to change is in earnest, I’ve included a little musical interlude, the inspiration for my blog’s title!


Temporary Hiatus

Hope everyone had a great week. Tim and I went to visit the kids in Wisconsin and had a wonderful trip. It’s always so hard to say goodbye, but they’ll be home in a few weeks for our annual Pumpkin Carving Party so it kind of softens the blow.

I just wanted everyone to know that I am taking a temporary hiatus from One Generation to Another. As many of you know, Michelle and I started a craft blog, Wee Folk Art and that needs quite a bit of attention right now to get it started. Also, I’ve wanted to give One Generation a bit of a face lift, a slightly different format, and a different hosting site so I’ll be using the next few weeks to regroup.

I have so enjoyed meeting and becoming friends with so many of you. Please feel free to drop in at Wee Folk Art anytime. Michelle or I usually post every day, and although it is a “craft” blog, we also talk about family and friends. If you’d like me to notify you when One Generation is up and running again, just post a comment, and make sure to include your email address under your name. (If you do this on the lines provided on the comment form, it will not show up in the comment itself.) Or drop me a line through CONTACT.

This is not goodbye, just “see you later”. I wish everyone well, and please, feel free to contact me anytime through the site. I will not be taking it down until I have the new site up and running. I wish to thank everyone who’s stopped by and shared the last year with me, especially those of you that were frequent contributors. Be “seeing” you all soon.

Nothing's Perfect

Raising three children you quickly learn their individual needs. For example, my daughter, the oldest, needed extra time at night for her tuck in. By nature, she was a night owl. She was not ready to shut down at 8:00 p.m. when her brothers were tucked in, so we’d sit and chat or play an endless array of word games, most of which we made up, until she was ready to settle in. When she got older and started reading chapter books on her own, she’d often lie in bed, reading, until sleep overcame her.

My middle child, the oldest son, pretty much passed out after a story and a song. He played hard during the day, and bed was a welcomed friend. He, however, needed a slow and leisurely wake up. The first 15 minutes of the day set the tone for the rest of his day. If rushed in the morning he was apt to be ill tempered and off the rest of the day. So, I usually began his wake up process 15 minutes before he needed to get up. I’d rub his back, hum little tunes, and as he became responsive, we’d discuss the up and coming day. By helping him to get centered in the morning, his chances for a successful, pleasant day were greatly improved.

My youngest, also a son, was an amiable opportunist. As the third he learned early to take attention when attention was given, to play the games his older siblings played and to sleep when a quiet moment presented itself. He had a jovial personality, and like many third children, became the family diplomat. He always sought me out when he needed to talk, and I just needed to be in tune to his subtle nuances. Even as a teen he’d wait until I had a quiet moment, usually when I went up to read in the evening, to come in and plop on my bed. Then I'd know it was time to close my book and to listen.

So, red flags went up one evening, when I went up to read at 10:00 p.m. and found my oldest son, then 7 years old, still up. I went into his room, sat on the bed and asked…

Me: What’s up?

Him: I’m trying to think of something that’s perfect, and I can’t.

Me: I’m a little confused. What do you mean?

Him: I just want to know that something is perfect.

Me: Why does something have to be perfect?

Him: Because what’s the use of doing anything if you know there’s no chance of it being perfect?

Me: Well, sometimes we can have a perfect day. Everything seems to go right, and we’re happy.

Him: But it’s still not perfect. There is always something different you could have done that would have made the day better.

Me: Well, sometimes when I’m in the garden, I marvel at a perfect flower.

Him: But if you looked at it really closely under a magnifying glass, you’d see it wasn’t perfect at all. SOMETHING would be wrong with it. It might look perfect, but it wouldn’t be.

At this point I’m wondering how many other mothers around the world, at this precise moment, were having the same conversation with their 7 year olds. I was inclined to believe the number was undoubtedly infinitesimally small!

Me: Well, I guess you’re right, nothing is perfect, but that doesn’t mean that things aren’t good. We can be pretty happy with things that aren’t perfect. I’m not perfect, and you’re not perfect, but I love you and you make me happy.

Him: (Not satisfied and getting a little annoyed.) I KNOW that BUT there must be something that is perfect.

Me: (Now knowing that unless I offered him something that was perfect, he would not be at peace, so I whipped out the Spiritual card.) Well, maybe there isn’t anything perfect here on Earth, but we are told, that Heaven is perfect.

Him: (Mulling this over) Hmmm, so Heaven is perfect?

Me: That’s what we are told.

Him: And everyday will be perfect?

Me: (Now feeling the smugness of imminent victory.) Yep.

Him: Wouldn’t that be boring?

There are times in our life when we all crave perfection…a perfect partner, a perfect fitting pair of jeans, or a perfect resolution to a nagging problem. In the words of a very profound and often enigmatic 7 year old, wouldn’t that be boring?

I Hab a Code in My Node!

            This is what happens when I wait ‘til Monday night to write my blog…something always happens! Then, I’m up into the wee hours trying to write something creative under duress or propped up at my desk Tuesday morning at the crack of dawn cursing myself for swearing off coffee. (4 months caffeine free and trying to remember why I’m doing this!) Anyway, I’ve been running all day long; first a 5 hour stint with my mom at the doctors, then sitting on the bleachers watching my grandson’s Tae Kwon Do, and finally, being caught in a cold rain. At about 6:30 p.m., I started aching, my throat started hurting, my nose started flowing like Niagara Falls and I have an overwhelming desire to hedgehog on the couch. By Jove, I think I’m sick! So, this my friends IS this week’s blog. Not a shining moment for me, BUT have you ever tried staring at a computer screen when some virus is playing bongo drums on the back of your eyeballs?

            So here’s my question for the week…what natural remedies do you utilize to ward off or lessen the common cold.? BTW…in my opinion whiskey IS a natural remedy! Please share your tried and true ways to confront yourself when the flu bug hits…uh, asap, please!