SICK OF THIS

18 09 2012

Every time I turn on the television set, I have to sit through this ‘program’ all about what Mitt Romney said about those poor, poor people out there.  Well, I don’t know about you, but I am sick and tired of all the hoopla about what he said.

He said 47% of the people are on the dole in some way and they will not be voting for him because they want to continue on the dole and they know that he will not continue to run the government as a nanny state. Period.  End of subject.

There is nothing wrong about what he said and I am glad he said it.  He has also said we won’t be killing the babies and the old people anymore.  And he said we all will learn something about responsibility for our own lives.  Hooray!  I hope to hear a whole lot more about all this. Finally, someone has the guts and the wherewithall to say it out loud. About time!

I am sick of hearing  about those ‘poor, poor people out there who don’t want to work and never will work.  They can’t afford a house to live in and have to live in a tent.   And I am sick of providing so they can do just that.  I am sick of hearing about those poor people who drag their children around with them and those poor children will never know any better.  It is enough!

So instead of trying to beat the system and living on the dole, they should learn a little responsibility like how to take a shower, get a haircut or at least comb their hair, shine their shoes and go out and get a job.  There are jobs out there.  Might not pay what someone wants and might not be the perfect job for that college educated whizbang person, but something is there.  And everyone has  to start somewhere.  Everyone that has a decent life had to start somewhere.  That is how anyone builds that good life and builds that business and builds that family.  Someone has to begin.   That is the first thing that has to be done.  Begin.

No one should want to be a part of that 47%.  Build a life.  Do it for yourself.  No one else can do it for you – ever.

I’ll be voting for Mitt Romney, that is for sure.  And hoping some of this madness will finally stop.  Been going on since 1960.  Time for it to be over.

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WELL, I DO

1 09 2012

Do you remember when nobody ever used shampoo to wash their hair?  Well, I do.  We were all perfectly happy just washing our hair with a bar of soap, rinsing it really good, and then pouring a small amount of vinegar and water over it, rinsing that out and then having beautiful, lustrous, thick, lovely hair. Or at least we thought it was.

And then the Halo girl came on the radio.  She was the one who sang, ‘Halo everybody, Halo’   And we were all crowded around our radio listening to the Sunday evening shows and also to the Halo girl.  So,  we all went out and bought a bottle of Halo.  But that was an unnecessary expense to us, so we didn’t buy it again.  Instead, we went right back to washing our hair with the bar of soap.  Suited us just fine anyway.  My mother never wasted money on anything, so to buy a bottle of unnecessary shampoo was downright disgusting.  But we girls had tried it once and that was all that was necessary anyway.

When I got married and was on my own later, I did buy myself some Halo shampoo, but when it was gone, that was it.  I used that bar of soap again and it worked fine. In fact, I used a bar of soap most of my life to wash my hair.  And I was always satisfied with my way.  People who could save rainwater (like those who lived in the country and had a rain barrel outside their  house,) those people washed their hair in rainwater because it was supposed to be softer water.  If you lived in a hard water area, the soap would not suds and it made washing anything difficult.  Fortunately, in our town, we had soft water so didn’t have to be concerned about any of that.

Now you can go in any big box store or grocery store or drug store and see rows and rows of shampoo for sale.  And not a single bar of soap is on that aisle.  But still, I sometimes wash my hair with a bar of soap and rinse it with that vinegar and water mixture.  Keeps my hair dark and easy to manage and thick and all those good things.

Just shut your eyes and imagine a world without shampoo.  I can.  Just wondered if you remember all that.  Well, I do.

If you would like to know more about how things really were during the 1930’s, 40’s and 50’s, then you need to buy my books.

#2503 was my address when I was growing up.  #2503 tells the stories of a normal family during those earlier years and how it really was.  A lot of fun and happiness and humor and living history.

IN THE 1940’S  tells all about the world as we knew it during the World War II years  and all the things remembered such as rationing of shoes and foods.  Another good dose of history and humor as well as the many differences  in our lives.  A good dose of patriotism is there also.

THE WONDERFUL 1950’S  tells of the changes, changes and more changes in our lives during this exciting time.  The world was really moving on with new things  including the changes in communications such as the new fangled television sets and again, lots of happiness and humor .

These three books make wonderful gifts for Christmas.  Seniors love them because they can relate to everything in the books.  Even young children love them because it tells of a time they do not know.  Teachers read them to their students and tell me the children ask for more.  If you want a good dose of happiness, humor, and history, just purchase these books.  You will definitely enjoy them.

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HOPE AND CHANGE

9 08 2012

We have all heard a million times about hope and change.  Don’t really know what that means.  It took $68 to fill my car with gas this last weekend.  Guess that means I hope, I hope, I hope that changes soon.  Or maybe it means that I no longer get any change from my dollar bills.  Not sure which it means.  

I just hope that the change is that those who know the business start drilling for oil in this country so we can have some good, cheap gasoline in the next couple of years.  That shouldn’t be too hard to do.  There is enough oil below the ground to last us all the rest of our lives.   Why are we not using it!  It is time.  I am tired of hearing about the animals that we need to protect.   I’m sure you have seen the bears on the television screen who are so over-abundant that they are stealing candy from the candy store.  It is time to quit all this nonsense and get the good old U.S.A.back to being the country it has been for a long, long time.   Time for everyone to get up in the morning, put their shoes on and go to work.  Time to stop being important and go home and raise a family.  Time to start teaching the children what life is all about and that means responsibility, responsibility, responsibility.  

Maybe that is what is meant by the term, Hope and Change.  Sure hope so.  We sure do need some change.





OUR LADY OF FATIMA – PART 12

17 07 2012

After the miracle at Fatima, people came by the hundreds to pray, to weep, to ask forgiveness, and to ask for blessings.  They brought money and produce to the Cova to thank The Blessed Virgin for favors. Maria da Capelinha who was taking care of the site had been gathering up the money.  But then, she didn’t know what to do with it.  She went to the home of Jacinta and Francisco and offered it to their father. He refused, but the Pastor was there and said that she should keep the money until some decision was made about it.

She continued to collect the money and to sell the produce which made for more funds.  People began to talk of building a chapel at the Shrine.  Then she and her husband were accused of taking the money for their own benefit.  After that, a small chapel was erected.  Someone offered to donate a statue and a procession was planned to place the statue in the chapel.  The government guards tried to intervene but a sudden thunderstorm drove them away.  The statue was quietly brought into the church, blessed and venerated and then hidden for awhile.  Later on, the statue was quietly moved into its permanent niche.  Then the statue had to be removed each night for fear of vandalism.  Two years later, someone did blow up the church but a bomb was also placed at the holmoak where Our Lady stood and it failed to detonate.  Now, the people gathered in front of the Capelinha home because the statue was kept there.   There were so many who wanted to see the statue that it was decided to move it to the Cova.  The people again decided to build a chapel and again, the government tried to intervene.  This time there were sixty thousand people who came for the veneration of the statue.  A large chapel was built later along with other buildings.

Later, while in the convent, Lucia was given permission by Our Lady to reveal the secrets of the Vision of Hell and the Devotion to the Immaculate Heart of Mary.  In 1929, Our Lady appeared again to Lucia,  ‘I shall come to ask the consecration of Russia to my Immaculate Heart.   If they heed my request, Russia will be converted and there will be peace.’  Our Lady went on to say that this consecration was to be made by the Holy Father in unison with all the bishops of the world.  Lucia  told her Confessors and was told to write it down. Then it was passed on to the Bishop and to the Holy Father.

Nothing was accomplished for three years.  Lucia wrote to the Bishop, adding the words of Our Lord, ‘As long as the King of France did not listen to my request (when He asked St Margaret Mary to obtain the consecration of France to the Sacred Heart by the king) the Holy Father will consecrate Russia to Me, but it will be late.’

Time passed and in March, 1938, Germany invaded Austria and World War II was begun in September, 1939.  Lucia was asked  by a Confessor if Our Lady mentioned the Pope’s name. She said ‘Yes, Our Lady spoke of Pius XI.  He answered that the war did not start under Pope Pius XI. Lucia then said that the annexation of Austria gave the occasion for the war.  Lucia was also asked about the great sign which was to appear when God would punish the world for its crimes.  She answered this was the appearance of the Great Northern Lights of 1938.

In 1940,Lucia wrote again to the Bishop of Leiria expressing her regret.  Then she was commanded to write to Pope Pius XII. She asked for the consecration of the world to Mary’s Immaculate Heart with a special mention of Russia.

In 1942, the Bishops gathered at the Cathedral of Lisbon to join the Holy Father in fulfilling the request of Our Lady. The Pope said these words.  ‘Give peace to the peoples separated from us by error or by schism and especially to the one who confesses such singular devotion to thee and in whose homes an honored place was ever accorded thy venerable icon; bring them back to the one fold of Christ under the one true Shepherd.’   On the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, the Pope repeated this consecration at St. Peter’s in Rome with 40,000 people present.  This consecration marks the beginning of the Age of Mary.





OUR LADY OF FATIMA – PART 11

15 07 2012

tNow, Lucia was the only one of the three children left in this world.  Our Lady had told her She would never leave her alone but would be her comfort, but Lucia still missed her cousins.  Thousands of visitors came to the Cova at Fatima and many of them wanted to see and speak to Lucia.  They often came to her home asking questions of Lucia.  After a time, the visitors began to wear on Lucia.

In January of 1918, the Holy See, reestablished the diocese of Leiria, Portugal and sent the Reverend Joseph Coreia da Silva as Bishop.  He took possession of this See in August of 1920.  His duty was to investigate the complete facts regarding the apparitions at Fatima.  He would safeguard and implement true devotion to God and to His Holy Mother.  The Bishop was slow but prudent.  He insisted upon prayerful consideration of every detail.

He had his first meeting with Lucia on June 13, 1921.  He then invied Lucia and her mother to visit with him.  Because of all the commotion surrounding Lucia, the  Bishop suggested that she go to a convent school where no one would know her and where nothing would bother her.   And the B ishop had concluded that if all the cures that had already taken place at Fatima were true, then this would mean the apparitions were from Heaven. If not, all the commotion would soon die out.

The Bishop cautioned Lucia that she was not to tell anyone where she was going and she could not tell anyone at the school who she was.  Also, Lucia had to leave her home within five days.  And she could not even talk at all about Fatima.  Lucia was happy to do as the Bishop commanded her.  She was anxious to spend her time with Our Lord and Our Lady.

In the next few days, Lucia visited all the places she and her cousins had known, particularly the Cova, and where the Angel had appeared to them.   When it was time to leave her home, her mother accompanied her to the train station where another lady would then go with her to the school.  It was difficult to leave her mother, but she was obliged to do as the Bishop had said. 

When she reached the school, the Mother Superior gave her a new name.  She would become Maria das Dores.  The Superior also warned Lucia never to disclose who she was.  She was welcomed at the school and loved by many of the other children.  She never mentioned Fatima but she did tell of Our Lady and how we should all try to please her.  At the end of her studies, she requested admittance into the Order, the Sisters of St. Dorothy. 

Our Lady came to visit Lucia often in the convent.  She asked that the First Saturday be recognized as a day of reparation to Her Immaculate Heart.  The Child Jesus also appeared to Lucia with Our Lady in December of 1925.  Our Lady held a heart surrounded with sharp thorns.  The Child Jesus said,’Have pity on the Heart of our Most Holy Mother.  It is covered with the thorns with which ungrateful men pierce it at every moment, and there is no one to remove them with an act of reparation.’ 

Our Lady said, ‘My daughter, look at my Heart encircled with the thorns with which ungrateful men pierce it at every moment by their blasphemies and ingratitude.  Do you at least try to console me and announce in my name that I promise to assist at the hour of death with the graces necessary for salvation all those who, on the first Saturday of five consecutive months, go to Confession and receive Holy Communion, recite the Rosary and keep me company for a quarter of an hour while meditating on the mysteries of the Rosary with the intention of making reparation to me.’

Lucia told of this terrible vision of Our Lady’s bleeding heart to her Superior and the Superior wanted desperately to spread the devotion but was told by her confessor that she could do nothing by herself.  A year later, the Child Jesus again came to Lucia and asked if she had spread the devotion of reparation to the Immaculate Heart of His Mother.  Lucia told what had happened.  The Child Jesus then said, ‘It is true that your Superior alone can do nothing, but with my grace she can do all.’  Lucia then wrote to her own mother, asking her to help in spreading this devotion. Over time, the devotion was known by all. 

 

 

 





THE WAY IT WAS – PART TWO

1 07 2012

I brought up some things yesterday that had been the norm during the 1950’s. Earlier than that, very few people owned their own homes.  Almost everyone had to rent.  And what they rented was not all that great.  I know my in-laws lived in what I would have described as real dumps.  They laid their own linoleum floors and were always moving around trying to find a better place.  Not a good way to live.

My parents had rented for many years, but then they were finally able to buy their own house.  I remember going to look at the houses for sale.  One was really nice, but it cost $2,200. and they could not afford that one.  They settled on one that was not quite as nice, but still was o.k.  It only cost $2,000.  Payments were $16 a month.  My daddy borrowed the money from the group he worked with because I remember going by to make the payment every month.  He had a good job and was a good man.  Trustworthy, stable, and always taking good care of everyone.  There were my parents and three of us children.  Besides that, he had always taken good care of his mother.  As he said to me one time, she had no one else to take care of her so it was his job.  And he had done that since the age of 5 or 6.  His father had walked out and found someone else and my daddy was hung with providing for his mother.  If you would like to read more of that story, then order my book,  The Real Story for $10 plus $2 postage from Bet at P.O. Box 2249, Benton, AR  72018.   Enjoyment, pure enjoyment.

All us kids were expected to do well in school.  We were not straight A students but pretty close.  We did not get scholarships or anything like that, but we had a very good public school education.  That was back when they taught the necessary three R’s, if you remember, Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.  And we learned well.  All of us went to work upon graduation from high school.  I already had a job before I graduated.  Friday night was graduation and I went to work at 8 on Monday morning and was thrilled.  Was a great secretary.  Had a lot to learn, but learned well.  Worked for several years before starting a family.

My brother had worked from the time he was 14 or so.  He stuffed papers at the local newspaper office and delivered items and worked at general stuff.  Then he also had a full time sales job when he graduated from high school.  By that time, he had been working in sales for a local company for several years.  Now, it was just full time instead of part time.  

My sister also went to work early.  In fact, when I was 14, my brother took me to a friend who was hiring for a candidate’s run for governor.  He hired me on the spot thinking I was 16 and I made enough money that year to pay for my own school clothes.  Then my sister, cousin and other friends and myself all got a job during the next governor’s race and had a really great summer.  At that time, everything that went out of the office had to be typed individually, so they needed lots of typists.  We all learned typing in school and were very good on those manual typewriters, so we were well paid and again, bought all our own school clothes.  Life was a lot of fun.  Challenging, full of education, and happiness.  Because we made it that way.

No one in my home argued a lot or had a lot of problems.  We just simply got along because we had to.  There were too many of us not to. We had chickens in the back yard and only one car, and rode the bus everywhere we went.  Wouldn’t have traded that life for anything.

I also have another book entitled #2503 which was our address.  My brother and sister wanted me to write about our growing up years and that was the title I chose.  Probably not a good one, but we all like it.  Same price and same address if you want that book also.  In fact, if you would like 3 books, they are only 3 for $25 plus the postage.  A third book is about the 1940’s and all the changes due to the World War II years.  Exciting, scary, and educational once again.  You will definitely enjoy all these books.  Thanks,  Bet





THE WAY IT WAS

30 06 2012

Everyone seems to be so surprised when we talk of how things really were back then.  And I don’t mean a long time ago.  Did you know that in the early 1950’s most people had never used a shampoo?  Or a hair brush?  We washed our hair with soap and rinsed with vinegar or sometimes coal oil and used a comb.  I was so glad to have a hair brush because I had terribly tangled hair and that comb just about did me in.  When the tv came along, people could see those commercials and began to buy those things they saw.  The radio had been an opener for a lot of things, but the television made it even more so.

Also, in this awful hot weather, be thankful for that air conditioner, no matter how well it works.  We grew up in the 40’s and 50’s with a fan if we were lucky.  Most people just spent a lot of time on the porch fanning with a funeral home fan or wiping their face with a handkerchief.  And this, again, is not that long ago.  Oscillating fans had been on the market only a short time and a family usually only had one or perhaps two.  They moved the fans from one room to another, depending upon the need.  For instance if my mother was cooking, she had the fan to blow  in the kitchen.  Same way with washing dishes.  Then when the children were put to bed at night, they had the fan until they dropped off to sleep and then the parents would have it the rest of the night.  And by the way, due to the hot weather, all children had what was called heat rash and cried a lot over that.  I don’t ever want to see that one again. 

After that, the window fan and the attic fan came along and that was a real change for the better.  I remember the men putting the attic fan in our house and the breeze blowing in the window all night long.  That was truly wonderful.  Why, you could plan on being able to sleep the whole night through.  And the window fan was great for the kitchen area or the room where mother ironed.  It helped a great deal in the hot, humid weather. Of course the windows were always open to allow for that cool breeze.  How wonderful it was! 

I don’t want to live like that again.  I really like the way I live now.  I like the air conditioning and the being able to sleep and the sitting in my chair reading the paper without sweating like a hog.  I really like all this.   Do you?  If you don’t want to go back to living like that again, be sure and DO NOT vote for Mr. Obama because he will put us right back there.   With his monetary policies, we are moving backwards every day. 

If you enjoy the things you have in this country, vote for the Republican, whoever it might be.  And be sure you VOTE!!!  It is very important. Remember that every time you turn on that air conditioner.  Make that vote count this time.