Tornado Texting

Monday, May 20, 2013 

4:05 PM
Rachel (my sister):  Have you seen the tornadoes today?  They are going crazy.

4:44 PM
Jane:  Going to check them out now.  What will win?  The snakes and the cellar or the wind and the house?

Rachel:  Um, these are scary ones.  

Jane:  Where are you now?  Oh man.  Is your family all accounted for?

Rachel:  We are still good.  The north part of the ward and west part are in it now and no news yet.  It won't hit here for another hour.  Bert and Calder should be here by then.

Jane:  Ohhhh man.  We've turned on the news and will pray for you.  Please keep us posted.  I love you.

5:00 PM
Jane: (Text to Ray, Cali, Abe, Grace, Ty, Michelle, Joe, and Ande): Hey everybody. Aunt Rachel's family is in the paths of these terrible tornadoes. Please pray for them. I love you. 

5:15 PM
Jane: Are you in the cellar yet?

Rachel:  They say we have about 45 minutes so we will wait 30-40 more and then see if they are still on the ground.  Is it a bad sign when every horse you own is gathered in a circle by your gate and staring at you through the windows?  But I'm in my best shirt just in case everything else gets blown away.

Jane:  You're a wise woman besides beautiful.  Take your hard drive with you.

5:45 PM
Jane:  Any change?

7:10 PM
Jane:  Everything okay?

7:12 PM
Rachel:  So the sirens have stopped for now.  Cloud rotation but nothing touched down.  Probably have round two in a bit and then another round in the night.  But all is good.  Thanks.

Jane:  Thanks for the updates.  It appears our prayers created an updraft as they went heavenward?

8:10 PM
Rachel:  We have one on the ground but we are pretty sure its going north of us by Caddo (15 miles).

Justin (Rachel's son in California):  But . . . You ARE in the cellar right?

Jane:  Bert's home right?

Rachel:  Yes, Bert is home. 

Rachel:  Ha.  Nope.  Dad's still holding out . . . 

Jane:  Ande says, "Wait, we're trusting the man who gets struck by lightning?" (Bert was struck in a storm last year.)

Justin:  Yeah, well, just remind him who the one struck by lightning was . . . 

Jane:  Justin and Ande be mates.

Rachel:  Hahaha.  Good point.  I'll tell him as soon as he gets done snoring.  It's my watch but every time I make the decision or hear the sirens he wakes up just enough to nix it, but not enough to get scared.  I don't know why I take a turn at watch at all . . . it's not like I can go without him. 

Rachel:  We're good now.  Dang.  He was right again.

Jane:  I like it when he's right.


Tuesday, May 21, 2013 

4:11 AM
Jane:  How's your day looking?

Rachel:  It might be a long one . . . or it might be nothing.  I'll call you.

8:16 AM
Rachel:  Today is supposed to be worse for our area than yesterday.  Its going to track right along the Red River.  If we get anything we expect it between 2-7.

12:21 PM
Jane:  Anything yet?  Where are you now?

Rachel:  We are under tornado watch, flood warning, and thunderstorm warning but it should be done by 8.

3:16 PM
OK I think we are just about done witht he severe weather.  Just thunderstorms now.  I don't know how long it will take to get power back, but what I'm really counting down to is Bert getting home to take over playing Battleship and Chutes and Ladders with Hy.

Jane:  The presence of a man who lives through a strike of lightning and can sleep through tornado sirens should not be underestimated.  Glad the crisis is past.  I love you.

Life in Our World - Six for Saturday

1.  Ande and Zeph came to visit while Joe is on business.  Ande stuffed thyme, butter, and lemon between the skin and the flesh of a chicken and roasted it in the oven.  She served it with risotto.  It was incredible.  Enough so that I went back to the store to get another chicken so she can do it again.  Then with the leftovers, she made a wonderful stock and made chicken and dumplings for the next night.  Best we've ever had.

I just don't know how a baby can sleep in the positions they do without being miserable.  One minute they're swaddled
straight as a board where they can't even move, the next their cheeks rest on their knees.  They don't seem to even have
a preference.

It is really fun to watch the kids become parents.  Ande is a great mother.  She is so gentle, happy, and easy-going and Zeph responds well to that.  He is only 7 weeks old, but he sleeps through the night and eats consistently every 4 hours during the day.  He is such a content and happy little baby.  He looks at her with utter adoration and tries and tries to talk to her.  It's really sweet.

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2.  For mutual we played toilet paper dodge ball.  No matter how we split the teams, they weren't really fair until we just played the boys against the girls.  I was no help to any team I played on.  I thought I would be, I'm pretty sure I was valuable in 7th grade.  All I know is now my reaction time is way too slow.  I'd freeze whenever I saw a roll of toilet paper coming my way.  I'm sure this will be a do-again activity.  

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3.  We killed one of the steers.  Calvin and Ray had planned to do it last Saturday, but then Calvin found that the local butcher would come out and slaughter it and haul away the entrails and hide without even leaving a puddle of blood for $90.  

The hard part was getting the butchered, quartered, slippery steer out of the back of the pick-up and into the cooler on a shelf after the butchers left.  We looked like we'd wrestled a greased pig when we were done.

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4.  We had some ugly pots (fake terra cotta ones that had faded) sitting on either side of the garage door and on the picnic table out the kitchen door.  I sprayed them with outdoor spray paint and they look so pretty!  The two out by the garage are yellow with hydrangeas and the one on the picnic table is lime green with violas.  It was an inexpensive and attractive remedy.

The garden is all planted and most everything has come up.  Every time I see a new row of plants pop through the ground I think of LaGrand Richards' quote: "A seed is a dime's profit to one and a miracle to another."  And while the garden does save us money, it's so much more.  It really is a miracle that seeds germinate, grow, and produce.  I hope I never lose my wonder at that.

And in the matter of growth, the new chicks are in their ugly phase right now.  Calvin has another batch in the incubator now.  The other night we went out to candle them and see which ones had chicks growing in them.  Calvin cut a paper towel tube into a piece about six inches long.  Then he took a little flashlight and stuffed it up the tube.  We turned the lights off and he held each egg over the other end of the paper towel tube.  The concentrated light shines through the shells so we can see inside the egg and see if it is alive. 

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This is the teaching bag I've used for ten or eleven years.  I found it in the garden section at Wal-Mart.
 It's got 14 pockets for all the  do-dads you need (post it notes, pencils, pens, markers,
popsicle sticks, visual aids, scripture mastery cards, bookmarks, gum, chapstick, magnets, etc.)

  5.  This is a great time of the year to be teaching - if you do it right.  You know the kids well and they know you.  The class atmosphere is established and they're respectful and good listeners to each other.  They know each other and are willing to teach and help each other learn.  They know the routine so when you say something like "slide the room" they know exactly what it means and it only takes them a second to do it.   But the last six weeks of school also requires a lot of patience and skill to keep them learning.  There is no winging it.  Some days I'm more effective than others at this job.  One day this week was disappointing, the kids were antsy and I just couldn't keep them engaged and learning.  I was discouraged about it that afternoon.  The next morning we had a surprise visit from our area director in Seattle.  Usually we know when he's coming, but this time he just popped in.  I smiled, but inside thought, "Aye-yi-yi, this. could. be. a. disaster."  However, the kids did not disappoint.  They were incredible.  They were engaged the entire 1 1/2 hours and had the most insightful questions and answers.  Truly.  You'd have never guessed it was the end of the year or that we'd had such a helter-skelter experience the day before.  The area director was amazed at their ability to learn and teach, and at how they treated each other.  It was a good deposit after the hefty withdrawal from the day before.  

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6.  Have you tried the Tillamook Smores Ice Cream?  Well, you should! 

Ande and I finished the second season of Sherlock this week.  We made chocolate pudding dessert for the first episode, had this ice cream for the last episode, and rocked Zeph through every episode.  Pure satisfaction.

Thirteen Pictures (Give or Take a Few) Taken on May Thirteen (Give or Take a Day) of 2013 (With no Give or Take)

Cali and Levin - packin' two

Ray - helped Cali hang the chalkboard

Ande and Zeph

Joe and Zeph - Go Sounders

Abe - grilling supper

Abe - helping a friend

Grace - chicken with quinoa/brown rice mixture garnished with an avocado spread

Ty, Michelle, and Afton - supper with friends

Afton - calling dad while he's at school

Afton playing with the throw pillows for the last time in Maryland.  They're packed up for the move.

Calvin and Jane - old calves teaching the new calves where the hottest wires are

Jane - homework assignment

Calvin - some family nights are more exciting than others.

52 Blessings - Life Really is a Bowl of Fruit

To start discussions - whether it be at the supper table or beginning a class - I ask a question, give everyone 30 seconds to think of an answer, and then everyone shares their answer.  The questions are varied - some are fun, some are serious - but all the answers are insightful.  I cannot overstate the value of people getting to be heard and then learning to give that respect to others.  

I also cannot overstate the guff my family gives me about it.  Mostly it's well-deserved, for some of the questions are pretty random.

Tonight we joined in a family google gaggle session.  As we were getting ready to hang up Ty said (in his Jane Payne imitation voice), "Before we say good bye I think we should all go around the circle and say something that we appreciate about Mom."

Abe making reference to an old supper-table question, said, "I think we should all go around the tell her what fruit she reminds us of, too."

Oh ho.  Their answers made me laugh:

Calvin said, "I get to start!  I get to start!  Janey Payney is tootie-fruity.  Definitely tootie-fruity.  She's a combination for sure." 

Michelle went next and said, "You are grapes. People rarely share apples, oranges, or even grapefruits. But grapes are a great fruit to share. That way the sweetness isn't just experienced by one person, it's experienced by many. Jane's sweetness is experienced by many."

Ty followed.  "You are a banana.  When I was little and you packed a banana in my lunch, I would eat my sandwich and it would taste like a banana.  When I ate my chips, they would taste like a banana.  When I ate my cookies, they would taste like a banana.  Everything tasted like a banana.  Bananas have powerful influence on those things that are close to them.  They share their qualities with those around them.  You have had a powerful influence on each of us in the family and on countless other lives.  You share the qualities you have with others.  That is why you are a banana.  Thanks for being such a powerful influence for good in so many peoples' lives."

Grace said, "I think you're like a banana too, because they are good year round just like you and they are always dependably good."

Abe said, "I think you're like a tomato. 'Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.' You're all full of good wisdom."

Cali said, "I was going to say banana, too.  Sometimes you get a good apple and sometimes you get a mushy one.  Sometimes you get a good orange and sometimes you get a sour one, but bananas are the same no matter what.  That's how you are.  You are the same no matter what.  You are dependable."

Ray said, "You are like a potato.  I know potatoes aren't fruits, but you think they are . . . or at least that they should be."  Later he added that I am like cherries, something about the sweet ones at the top. 

(Joe was gone on business.)

Ande said, "This isn't a fruit either, but you're an egg.  You always need one.  You are a staple."

And there you have it; my eulogy wrapped up in a fruit bowl.  At the dinner after my funeral I hope they serve fruit salad . . . and potato salad with lots of eggs in it. 

I'm one lucky mom and I know; I'm so grateful to be a mother in today's world.   

52 Blessings

I know the rules with absolutes:  “every, always, never” – you should use them very sparingly and only if you’re sure.  

Nevertheless, even with such stringent rules, here are two things I’m absolutely sure I’m thankful for this week:

The Sacrament.  Because of a new baby, general conference, graduation, and a wedding, I missed taking the sacrament four weeks in a row.  I haven’t gone that long without it since I was a baby without teeth.  I hope to never go that long again.  I missed it and noticed its absence. 

Sunday afternoon naps.  I always think, “This is such a luxury,” when I lie down for a Sunday afternoon nap.   If you’ve ever had children you know they choose your nap time more often than you choose your nap time.  Those years have been behind me for some time now, but they burned the luxury of a nap into my long-term memory.  Today’s nap was especially nice, made even better by waking up to something good.   

ice cream floats

Life in Our World - Zeph's First Visit

Zeph - 5 weeks

Ande and Zeph came to visit us this week while Joe was overseas.  This is a picture of Zeph helping me study and prepare a lesson at 4:30 in the morning.  He was a great company.

He can outlast me though.

He loves to be held upright, rest his head on his arm, and cuddle into your shoulder.  

And while we loved going to Dairy Queen, watching Sherlock, visiting, and taking him on walks,

Zeph found it to be a bit boring and slept through them all.

He practiced moving his mouth and tongue every day and by the end of the week he had his smiling muscles all figured out and used them freely.  He even giggled.

It was one great week.

Tuesday Tried It - The Bag

For several years when we lived in Idaho I sold homemade craft items in a store to supplement our income.  While people bought my wares, never in all of my time did people beg me to make them something.

Cali made Ande, Michelle, Grace, herself, and me a bag from a free pinterest pattern:

Ande's

Michelle's and Cali's

mine

Grace's

They're darling.  And every time I take mine somewhere people want to know where I got it and if Cali would make them one.  In fact, some have even begged her to make them one and she happily sends them to this link with the promise "They're really easy to make":

http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/2011/01/free-pdf-pattern-from-the-bag-making-bible-bag-giveaway/

I've changed my bag out a couple of times:  first it was going to be my fun bag with a good book and a bag of m&m's, a notebook and a pen (I like to make lists and jot down funny things I hear), then it became my church bag.  I've even imagined it becoming a crochet/knitting bag if I ever get good at it.  What I really want is two or three bags I guess.

How about you?  What would you use your bag for?

Life in Our World - Work, Work, and a Wiener Roast

Ray was gone on business all week so Cali and Levin came to spend some time with us.  From the time she was a little girl, Cali has always been a great help in the yard and garden . . .

Calvin, Cali, and I planting potatoes.
See that little romper she is wearing?  100 % double-knit polyester and I sewed it myself.
It was hot, thick, a wee bit itchy, and virtually indestructible.
I love the old, little, white, orthopedic-looking little shoes babies used to wear.
Like the polyester, they were hard to wear out, but easy to keep sand and dirt out of.

Ty, Cali, and Abe planting the garden.  Ty hates this picture.  He's wearing a girl's hat with sparkly thread in it.
This was back in the days of 2 megapixel cameras.

"When we're helping, we're happy, and we sing as we go."  Ande proves this is a true principle.

This is by the chicken coop.  I still hate cleaning the tumbleweeds out of this corner ever year because of this picture.

. . . And while Cali has always been a great help in the yard and garden, now she's twice the help.

Cali and Levin
We raked and hauled and piled and burned leaves and branches and tumbleweeds . . . 

. . . and planted pots.
Levin helped work the fertilizer into the soil.

Levin manned the hose most of the time . . .

. . . and . . . 

. . . ate cookies some of the time.

We had a wiener roast like we normally do.

And while I bathed Levin and put him to bed, Calvin and Cali made a table.  Just. like. that.
Cali is making a water table for their kids.  When she gets it
finished, I'll show a picture.  It's such a great idea.

And that's pretty much life in our world this week, other than today Calvin helped to take the scouts fishing.  Aye-yi-yi.

How about you? What was your week like?

Homemaking Tip - A Dab of Yellow

Splash of yellow in our kitchen.
The other day we were cooking together and Calvin asked me to grab one of these lemons so he could add
 it to whatever it was he was making.  They'd been there four months and he didn't know they were fake.

Daffodils, sunshine, butter, egg yolks, sunflowers, lemons, baby chicks, corn on the cob, a candle flame. Yellow is a great color. It brightens and gladdens. Adding just a dab of yellow to a meal (a lemon slice to a glass of water, a yellow vegetable or fruit, a burning candle, or a yellow flower for a centerpiece) can brighten the meal. A little bit of yellow in a room (a yellow pot, pillow, book on the table, or a bright lamp) has the same effect.

After reading that studies show that babies prefer yellow, I put a yellow, antique, baby quilt on top of a cedar chest in the living room to see if it made a difference. Cali was a teenager then and when she came into the kitchen where I was fixing breakfast said, "You know, I woke up mad this morning and was going to let _______ have it, but when I saw the quilt you put on the cedar chest I thought, ‘Cali, it’s not that big of a deal, let it go.’ That quilt looks nice, Mom.”

Well I'll be - yellow even fights contention. Even Clorox can't do that. Cali's comment only fortified my friendship with yellow.

And then I found a blog a few months ago called Raising Lemons

Lemons are yellow and this blog is a happy spot with lots of great and useful ideas:

Her post on the over-rewarding of children brought a nod and an amen.

Her post on eating healthier was a quick lesson and I shared her philosophy (when our kids were home) on breakfast at our house

She's got posts on manners, teaching ABC's, how to celebrate and give service, as well as thoughts on motherhood.

Yellow. Just a dab can make a difference.

Monday Memories – Estella, Claudia, Elsie

Estella, Claudia, Elsie

When Calvin and I walked into Nephi and Charlie’s reception, these three immediately came to hug and greet us. I grew up under these great women – first they were my church teachers, leaders, and mothers of friends, but then they became my friends.

Estella was always our nurse at girl’s camp and slept in our cabin. And even though I sneaked out of our cabin one night just to prove I could do something stupid, she never got mad or clucked in disappointment. She was quick to smile and slow to condemn . . . always. Estella sat straight and proper on the church pew with her feet carefully crossed. She never squirmed or moved or whispered during the meeting; she just quietly sat and listened . . . and smiled. Estella canned quarts and quarts and quarts of applesauce.  She taught me which apples make the best sauce.  She was the first woman I ever knew who was a step-mother and her step-children and step-grandchildren respected her. That was a great example to me later in life and she gave me lots of good advice. She also implanted the idea of a cousins’ camp (she and her husband Ken would take all of their grandkids camping each summer for a week) which Calvin and I plan to do with our grandchildren.

Claudia lead the music at church for decades. Nearly a dozen of us girls played the piano through those years – some of us were good, but most of us weren’t. They ran out of players when I was in the eighth grade so I had to start playing. One time my beat was off so badly that Claudia had to stop the congregation so I could start over. She never ever got frustrated with me. She let me pick the songs one Sunday each month and challenged me to learn new songs on the other three weeks.  I'm still benefiting from knowing most of the songs in the hymnbook today.  Claudia makes people feel like they are important to her; no one hugs quite as tight as she does, and she still sends me a birthday card each summer.  I loved to go to her home and spend the night and play with her kids – we rode motorcycles, swam in the canal, slept on the lawn in sleeping bags, and ate sticky caramel corn. I also went camping with them; somewhere in the South Hills is a tree with Jane + Brad carved in it.

Elsie was not only the young women’s president through most of my high school years, but she also babysat me when I was little and Mom went to town or had a new baby. It was at her house I first tried brussel sprouts and her son taught me that it was much easier eating ham and beans if you sprinkle sugar on top. Elsie had three sons and I was good friends with two of them, in fact I went to the prom with one of them; he was shorter than me at the time too. The weekend before Calvin asked me to marry him I’d gone home to speak at a friend’s funeral. I sat by Elsie at church the morning after the funeral and she whispered she’d heard I was dating someone and wondered if it was serious. I whispered back that it was and I suspected he was going to ask me to marry him soon. She asked what my answer would be and I confided that I planned on saying yes. Until that moment, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. She was the first and only person I told, but just saying it out loud helped me to sort things through.

Sleeping Beauty had Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather and I had Estella, Claudia, and Elsie.

Who was one of your good fairies?

52 Blessings - Mormon Messages

I never watch a Mormon Message without feeling edified and uplifted.  I watch them over and over again.

I love the power of images, music, and truth combined.

If I wanted to destroy all that was good and right in the world, I would try to convince people that they are worthless.  I would try to get them to doubt that they are loved and valuable.  I would try to make them think it's a free-for-all on Earth and nothing but a game of Survivor so either quit early or use your wits and smash everyone else.  If I wanted to destroy all that was good and right, that is what I would do.  

But I don't want to destroy all that is good and right and that is why I like this video.  It reminds us of the grand design.  Life isn't a game, nor is it a brawl; life is not happenstance, nor are we advanced amoebas.  We have a real Father with a real plan that brings real happiness and it is a real blessing to know that.      

Life in Our World - Charlie's Wedding

Jake, Bruce, Charlie, Nephi, Chris

Calvin and I drove down to Idaho to attend our niece Charlie’s wedding. There is a throng of family from both the bride and groom here to celebrate. My sister Chris and brother-in-law Bruce own the livestock sale in Twin Falls, Idaho and the buyers and workers are family to them as well, so besides aunts, uncles, and cousins, Charlie has scores of sale-yard family to celebrate with her, too.

Charlie and her new husband Nephi got married in the Twin Falls Temple this morning. The sun shines through a beautiful floor-to-ceiling stained glass window in the room where Charlie and Nephi were sealed for eternity. Nephi’s grin never left his face; Bruce was smiling too, but he had tears running down his cheeks as well. It was a sweet and beautiful event.

While Charlie and Nephi stayed behind with the photographer to have pictures taken on the temple grounds, Bruce had to get back home to load more cattle; Jake, Charlie’s brother, had to get back to the sale to auctioneer; and Chris went to our sister Lynn’s house where everyone had gathered to eat. When Charlie and Nephi finished taking pictures, they went looking for family. They first checked the sale yard – she in her flouncy, white dress and with her bouquet and he in his suit, vest, and tie. With goats and pigs filing through the sale ring, the auctioneer (another one besides Jake) announced to the rows of buyers that the newest married couple in Idaho was there. People clapped and opened their wallets. 

It wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

Jake accepting a bid

 
After we ate at Lynn’s a couple dozen of us drove to the sale yard to watch Jake auctioneer. Cattle is in the family blood, and Jake has bought and sold cattle for years . . . and he’s only 21 now. He dreams, breathes, and eats cattle, and now he speaks it, too.  He's been auctioneering for over a year.  It was fun to see him do something so well that he loves and knows. 

Bruce

Later this evening we went to a banquet hall for Nephi and Charlie’s reception. It was a sit-down dinner of tri-tip steak, herbed potatoes, green beans, salad, and rolls. And cake.

It was a fun evening and Calvin and I really enjoyed not only being with family, but seeing so many community people that we haven't seen since we moved to Washington nearly fifteen years ago.