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Living in Angie-ville…

….so, some of you know that I have said I want to be the Mayor of Kissimmee, Florida - where I grew up.  I wept when I saw that they had torn down the old movie theater…although I understand it was terribly damaged during a storm.  And I ranted and raved over the building of highrise townhomes in place of said beloved movie theater…..

Anyway,….

This is what Byron dreamed last night:

  • I had become the mayor of Kissimmee - and lived in the “White House” on an abandoned lot (that used to have an old dilapidated house on it - always scared me as a child!) - I was quoted to say, “This lot looks atrocious!” in the paper…
  • I fixed up the lot - with a beautiful lake and ZEBRAS RUNNING AROUND EVERYWHERE!
  • I rode around in a pink limousine!
  • I tore down all the new buildings and brought back the old ones….much to the chagrin of the developers!
  • I built an old fashioned ice cream parlor……..that only served one flavor:  RUM RAISIN!
  • I rode in the “Kissmmee Day Parade” (my invention) on a zebra with a pink saddle - with shiny silver spurs (that I insisted were only for show so they wouldn’t hurt the zebra) on turquoise cowboy boots!
  • I gave the people back their town…..(whatever that means)
  • All the downtrodden and less fortunate people LOVED me…….and all the powerful people HATED me.
  • The security detail had to get help from the Secret Service - they said to Byron, “Your wife is going to “transition” this town just like you transitioned the church - and the people who ‘run this town’ are ticked!!”
  • ….so we had to have lots of security. (so what’s new?)

I told Byron, “Ew…it sounds like I was a DIVA!”….and he just said, “Yeah………but a nice one!”

Then I woke up this morning, and read on FACEBOOK that there’s a meeting tonight to save the cattle ranch near where I grew up!!…..spooky……

Maybe I’ll go and it will be the beginning of a beautiful “relationship”…..

…..Washington, watch out!!

Peace

Maybe it’s too late…

…God help us if it is:

“From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs. Karl Marx

Please think.

Please look at history.

Please don’t be ignorant.

Research what’s happening in Argentina right now….and what is being discussed, here in America, right now as it relates to seizing private pension funds.

We may be angry at those who are wealthier than we are, but if the government can seize someone else’s private pension fund….whose to say they won’t seize yours as well.

Think about it……..

We can’t afford to be ignorant.

Peace.

The Remains of the Day

I’ve been so pensive today.  I don’t know if I can explain why in a way that makes any sense…

It’s not unusual for me to have tons of thoughts rolling around in my head like marbles that want to play, but this time it’s a little different - It’s not random.  It’s important….urgent even for me to wrap my mind around all that I’m thinking…..

As you know, if you read this blog, I’ve been researching my family’s ancestry - on my mother’s side - for a report Nate was working on.  Of course, it began as a 5th grade project, and turned into another one of my obsessions…another thing you should know about me if you read….

So, anyway…after church, and after Byron spoke about “How a Christ-follower should vote”, I ate lunch at my parents and began talking about my “research”.

I knew my Grandmother had grown up wealthy and was “displaced” after her father dying on his way to a “work camp”…and then fleeing the from Nazi’s.

What I didn’t realize was HOW wealthy…..

…and how displaced.

My great-grandfather Emil Navratil was a very successful businessman/electrical engineer in Czechoslovakia.  His company was responsible for laying the electrical grid for their entire town, and at the time of his death was estimated to be worth millions.  His wife Johanna was Polish…and a Jew. To be a Czech Nationalist/Millionaire married to a Jew was not a good combination if you wanted to keep your belongings during that period in history…..or your life, for that matter.

Emil was not successful in keeping either - The government seized his homes, his assets, his five bank accounts, all of his earthly possessions…and ultimately his life as he died on his way to a “camp”.  His beautiful family escaped during the night…taking nothing but a few trinkets they could hide in the seams of their undergarments as they fled.

I knew all of this except for the fact that they had fled from Czechoslovakia and not from Germany.  For some reason, all of my life I have thought that my grandmother grew up in Germany, and when she spoke of “going home for a visit”, I thought she was returning to the place of her childhood.

That is, until today….

Today, I realized that I’m not German at all.  My family were German speaking Czechs (like Schindler in “Schindler’s List).  When she fled in the night so many years ago, she never….ever returned to the place of her birth and childhood - to Czechoslovakia.  Never.

I want to go there - The Czech Republic - so badly now.  As I was expressing this, my parents mentioned that if I did they could give me the documents so that I could see about regaining some of the bank accounts that are still there in my grandfather’s name.

Here’s where the profundity lies, for me - what I’ve been pondering all day:

My dad said, “There are untold thousands of dollars in those accounts, and if your Grandmother could prove that she is his daughter, she could eventually get them back - but she’d have to go there to do it.  She’s never been back - never, in over 50 years!

What I keep thinking:

My little grandmother - who lives on a military pension, who grew up like a princess, who loves her European roots, who pinches pennies and has worked long hours to make ends meet -

My little grandmother would rather live on a meager fixed-income than go back……

Why?

I guess the answer lies in a kind of trauma that most Americans can neither understand or relate to.  The kind of freedoms we enjoy…the things that we argue about….the times we cry for the Government to fix our problems……we can’t ever truly understand this kind of trauma.

I guess my grandmother would rather live in peace in her little world - teaching little children in Sunday School, tending to her garden, and enjoying her family - than to have lots of money……and lots of governmental control.

You see, another thing my grandmother is passionate about is politics…in her quiet way.  She volunteers at voting sites, distributes petitions, and will engage other aging “Seniors” about the dangers of believing the scare tactics that many politicians will use to get elderly people to vote for them….

She’s no push-over.  She’s seen what “Government Control” can do, and she wants no part of it.

So, I guess I was just reminded - twice today…once at church, and then at lunch - that I should never take my freedoms lightly.

I should vote…and also remember:

It wasn’t just the wealthy that were hurt by the Government so many years ago, but also:

  • millions of Jews….so many were only little children
  • millions of families of business owners who had enriched entire towns
  • the elderly
  • the unborn
  • the infirm
  • the outspoken
  • the poet, the writer, the thinker……the dreamer
  • the Christian - true Christ-follower who became a “Hiding Place” for others

If we see ourselves in that list…or see anyone that we love, maybe it’s time to stop desiring for the Government to take from others to solve our problems.  Maybe it’s time to stop taking our freedoms for granted.  Maybe it’s time to vote with our heart and conscience..rather than just our wallet - or even out of protest.  Every time we take a freedom from someone else so that we can feel better ( like allowing millions of babies to be murdered and calling it “choice”) - every time we exchange someone else’s freedom for our own comfort…or out of our own fear, we lose a little more freedom ourselves.

I guess we never think a country like America could end up like Czechoslovakia….

But, I don’t think any country has ever really thought it could happen to them.

On November 4th, please vote. Please consider your faith and your conscience as you do.

I know I, and my little grandmother, will!

My Oma and Kael

My Oma and Kael

Peace.

The Remains of the Day

I’ve written about my nephew Kael, and his condition, before… (Here:  “Please…”

and here:“To Whom It May Concern”).

Kael

Kael

….and today, as we celebrated his brother Ronin’s birthday, I was reminded to keep praying for Kael -

….to never stop.

I witnessed one of his seizures today, for the first time.  It was horrific…

….and my sister and brother-in-law (Katie and Michael) deal with this reality every second of every day.  It’s always life-threatening and potentially life-altering.

So, in the remains of this day, I’m simply asking that when you whisper your prayers tonight…please remember little Kael.  Please…

I thank you from the deepest part of my heart.

Peace.