Time Again for the Tree Saturday, Nov 24 2012 

With the holidays quickly approaching, I find myself getting ready to decorate again.  I remember making wooden decorations as a child that are still hanging on someone’s tree in my family.  I remember the bird bulb that was making it sound as if a bird was chirping in a tree, and I remember my persistent pesky brothers waking me up before dawn to go downstairs and see what Santa brought us, even when I tried to stall for five more minutes of slumber by telling them that Santa hadn’t come yet.

But traditions are sometimes lost.  Nowadays, people  just purchase a predecorated tree with everything on it and pull out the stand; no one strings cranberries or popcorn, or takes the time to perform the most perfect gift wrapping with the homemade bows and dangling cards.

I sadden when the lost art of Xmas decorating loses its luster.  As the commercial side of Christmas takes over, I am left wondering if tradition itself is lost, or if it is the loss of the true meaning behind Christmas and its real purpose.   So, as I untangle those lights this year, and as I hang those stockings, despite everyone’s grumbling and cursing around me, I have decided to enjoy every moment of this those lost traditions:  the dangling of the pearl garland, the perfect placement of each handmade decoration, the wrapping of the gifts and their subsequent deliveries, and even the incessant crowds at the stores.  May you and your family have a happy holiday this year with your own traditions and may you enjoy the season.

The harsh reality of new trends Saturday, Nov 10 2012 

I am writing today after reading the disturbing suicide note left by the student who was sexually assaulted and then “brushed under the carpet” when he approached administration.

I found the article on Huffington Post through AOL.com and here is the link:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/11/08/amherst-college-student-suicide-note_n_2095386.html

I have been around long enough to live out the failures of the imperfect system, but it seems a new trend with administration and supervisory staff to become less sensitized to trauma and to diminish the human experience and dilemma.  That is a dangerous game for us as an American Society to allow, because it is speaking loads to our young people who we try to raise with a conscience.

I remember being young and my grandfather passing away.  A neighbor down the street came in the middle of the night to aid my mother and father who needed to leave to make the two-hour trip north to the Canadian border where my family originates.  There was no question of neighbor aiding neighbor.  Always the good Samaritans, always making the trip, baking food, taking care of us at a moment’s notice, putting bandages on our wounds from falling off our bikes, and getting us to the hospital when we split our heads open doing something foolish.

When there was strife in the family and a neighbor knew, there was always a pie, or sentiment delivered, or a helping hand.  I walked a mile to school everyday and never gave a thought to not feeling safe, or that harm may come to me.  No one ever locked their doors at night because there was no need.  And this was only about 35 or 40 years ago.

For those of us middle-aged or older, as we view what life is now vs. what life was then, we can see that a new direction is undertaken, and one that isn’t for the better.  When the expectation is for us to fly our flags and be patriotic without question, it is difficult to get excited when you see so many young people being led down the wrong path, people hurting people just for fun and sport, and the loss of our homes and life savings during an economic spin down that is going to destroy the very foundation and spinal cord of this country.

And now we have these young people (and older) killing themselves over the nonfeasance of the people who should be acting and intervening on our behalf.  I can bet that even though on paper, they probably have a committee on campus, or a program established, it is only for the funding and not for the victim.

When one calls for help like that and the system, with all of its grant money and private funding to programs, shuts the door in the face of those they claim to serve, it is a devastating blow to the annuls of American pride and culture.  And obviously this student was not lying about what happened to him.  Convenience for convenience sake won, and this student took his life because his worth was not intrinsically valued by those whose claims are that “they are the people to care.”

It is the value of human dignity, the worth of the human being, and the damage to affect of the soul.  That is essence of the life lesson in my blog today.

What is between the lines in the Huffing Post Article is that this student did not feel heard when he truly was the victim, felt diminished, demeaned and demoralized in a way that damaged his soul more than the act of the assault, and made to feel worthless by an establishment that looked the other way when he needed them most.

And in the end, he made his own self-worth speak for itself by ending his life and bringing the damage to the surface so we, as a society, are more aware.

It can’t be fixed for him now by those of us who do have a conscience…………because it’s too late to act.

Welcome to my Blog Saturday, Nov 10 2012 

I have always wanted to write a blog or be an author and when I learned of this opportunity on WordPress, I decided to jump in head first.  I haven’t quite decided it’s direction, so I am simply going to post my thoughts on current events and my opinions and hope that this will point me in the right direction.

Enjoy reading……..and thanks for checking out my page!! 

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