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Sunday, February 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Lester Brown
Lester Brown
Founder of Earth Policy Institute
If you know who he is or have read his books you are fortunate.
If you haven’t heard of him then an introduction is in order.
He is the founder of the Earth Policy Institute which is dedicated to building a sustainable future as well as providing a plan of how to get from here to there.
He has written 50 books on state of our world one of which was published in 2006: Plan B 2.0 - Rescuing a Planet Under Stress and a Civilization in Trouble.
"Lester Brown tells us how to build a more just world and save the planet from climate change in a practical, straightforward way. We should all heed his advice." –President Bill Clinton http://www.earth-policy.org/Books/PB2/index.htm
Lester Russell Brown (born 1934) is an environmental analyst who has written several books on global environmental issues. He is the founder of the Worldwatch Institute and founder and president of the Earth Policy Institute which is a nonprofit research organization in Washington, D.C.
Though he has written over twenty books, he is best known for Plan B 2.0: Rescuing a Planet Under Stress and a Civilization in Trouble. His books have been translated into more than forty languages. The recipient of forty honorary degrees and a MacArthur Fellowship, among numerous other awards, Brown has been described by the Washington Post as "one of the world's most influential thinkers." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lester_Brown
His current book is: Plan B 3.0 Mobilizing to save Civilization.
Read an interview of Lester Brown from Grist:
http://www.grist.org/news/maindish/2006/03/06/roberts/
Hear two podcast interviews of Lester Brown:
http://www.npr.org/templates/rundowns/rundown.php?prgId=5&prgDate=11-Jan-08
http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1700189,00.htm
Monday, January 28, 2008
A Wonderful Lunch
A Wonderful Lunch
1/26/2008
Left to right back row, Donald Mecham, Burnice Mecham, Ray Sammons,
Front row: Janice Mecham, Valora Mecham, Phyllis Sammons
On Saturday the 26th the Mechams drove two hours from Phoenix to Tucson and the six of us sat in the Cracker Barrel for two hours eating lunch and catching up on the past few years and getting to know Janice, Donald’s new wife. This is the first time all six of us have been together. They are fun people.
The two men on the left are Phyllis’s last two uncles: Donald, on the left is six years younger than Burnise in the middle.
Phyllis’s biological mother, Sarah Mecham, died in 1938 when Phyllis was born. Sarah was one of 13 children and these two men are the youngest of the family and the last of the boys. They have one sister still living, Clara 98 years old. Clara was two years older than Sarah who was born in 1911 and they went through nurses training together.
Burnise and Valora live in Preston, ID and they drove down to Gilbert, AZ to visit Donald and his new wife of nine months (his first wife died). Donald and Janice carried on like a couple of teenagers that were just married. They are very young at heart! They have nine grandchildren between them and 24 great grand children. I asked Janice for the birth date of each and admitted she couldn’t do that but it was Burnise that suggested she could have given me any date because I wouldn’t know the difference.
We’ve been honored over the years that Burnise and Valora have gone out of their way to keep track of us and keep us up to date on the Mecham family.
Burnise told us Felix (Phyllis’ father) was his idle. He always wanted to be like Felix and he loved to hear him sing. He also honored Bessie, Phyllis’ step mother, he called her a wonderful woman and we agreed with that.
If all goes as planned Burnise and Valora will come to Cody this summer and spend some time fishing at the Ranch and then if all goes well we will attend the Mecham reunion in Utah in the last.
Burnise told the story (Burinse always has a story) of a man being interviewed by a church official. The clergyman asked, “If you had two ranches would you give one of them to the church?” The man nodded that he would, “If you had two huge homes would you give one of them to the church?” Again he nodded assent, “If you had two Cadillacs would you give one of them to the church?” The man looked and the clergyman and said, “No!” Puzzled the clergyman asked, “Why?” The man looked him in the eye and said, “Because I have two Cadillacs!”
Monday, April 25, 2005
A Sliver Of Green Soap
Ray Sammons 2005
The last bar of green soap gets smaller with every shower; it’s now down to a thin green sliver.
I’ve always had a fascination about how soap was made. The magic of combining greasy lard with caustic lye and coming out with a product that you rub on your body and clothes is amazing. My grand parents made their own soap, but my parents bought all of their soap.
Therefore, when Steve (our oldest son) and his family started making soap several years ago I was more than interested. One year they brought all the equipment to Tucson and they made a batch of soap; I followed every detail with interest and anticipation.
Before making the soap we bought some white PVC pipe for soap molds; Steve didn’t like square bars of soap. We cut the pipe into short lengths that were the proper depth for bars of soap and we heated some of the pipe in the oven and formed it into oval shapes before cutting it into bar soap sizes.
After all the preparations were finished it was time to make soap. We had the lard, lye, perfumes, palm oil, health aids, and when they asked what color do you want the soap and I immediately said, “Green.” They asked for some green crayons and they shaved them into small pieces, melted them into a liquid and produced green soap. They made a double batch and when the day was done we had 70 bars of green soap spread all over the back patio cooling and hardening; that’s a five year supply of shower soap!
Herb and Doris Goodell were some of my folk’s good friends as I grew up. They lived five miles east of Utica, Montana, our home town, and we lived a mile and a half west. I always looked forward to a visit at Herb and Doris’ house.
Herb and Doris had several big tall pine trees and some big cottonwood trees around their house. We didn’t have any trees around our house; the nearest trees were three miles away, down by the river.
Herb and Doris had electricity in their house and barns and I loved flipping the switches to see the lights go on and off. We didn’t have electricity; we used kerosene lamps in the house and Dad hung the kerosene lantern on a nail as he milked the cows in the barn after dark. I remember walking with my dad when he carried the lantern after dark. Our shadows would move before and behind us as the lantern swung back and forth keeping perfect cadence with our stride.
Herb and Doris had a big two story house and a big barn and several out buildings and they were all painted grey and they were trimmed in white. We had a small two story house and a good sized barn and they had been painted once but that was before my time. Our shop was small but I liked it better than Herb’s. My dad could heat and bend metal, shape horse shoes, fix tractors, and everything. Our shop was fun; Herb’s looked sterile and unused.
Herb and Doris had green grass in their yard and I always liked the click, click, click of the reel lawn mower as I pushed it around their yard. I was too small to mow all of their grass but they let me push it when I came. We didn’t have any grass in our yard, just dirt and a few weeds.
Herb and Doris had running water in their house and barn; turning the faucets and watching the water gush out was a favorite pastime. We had a hand pump over a well across the driveway from our house. When we wanted water we put the water bucket under the pump snout and pumped the handle enough times to fill the bucket and then wagged it back across the driveway to the house and hoisted it up onto the water bucket bench. We drank from the dipper that was always in the water bucket and we also used the dipper to put water in the wash pan, next to the bucket, to wash our hands and face. The white Ivory soap was in a saucer by the wash pan and the community towel hung from a rack above the wash pan, beside the mirror. We poured the used wash water into the waste water pail at the end of the bench; when the pail was full it was taken out and thrown into the yard.
Herb and Doris had a bathroom in their house. We had a path to a two hole out door toilet behind the house where the expired Sears and Roebuck catalogue was put to good use. The toilet was up from the well.
The sink in their indoor bathroom was a light lime green and the bath tub was the same pleasing color. Our bath tub was a galvanized tub that sat in the middle of the kitchen floor on Saturday night and the water was heated on our wood burning kitchen stove. We all took a bath every Saturday night; I was first, my older brother next and dad last. The water was grey and soapy by the time dad got into the tub.
It was a special treat for me to go into Herb and Doris’ bathroom, turn on the electric light, run water into the sink from the faucet, wash my face and hands with their fresh smelling green soap, and dry my hands on their clean green towel.
Fifty years later, when Steve asked me for the color of our home made soap I said, “Green!”
The last bar of green soap gets smaller with every shower; it’s now down to a thin green sliver.
I’ve always had a fascination about how soap was made. The magic of combining greasy lard with caustic lye and coming out with a product that you rub on your body and clothes is amazing. My grand parents made their own soap, but my parents bought all of their soap.
Therefore, when Steve (our oldest son) and his family started making soap several years ago I was more than interested. One year they brought all the equipment to Tucson and they made a batch of soap; I followed every detail with interest and anticipation.
Before making the soap we bought some white PVC pipe for soap molds; Steve didn’t like square bars of soap. We cut the pipe into short lengths that were the proper depth for bars of soap and we heated some of the pipe in the oven and formed it into oval shapes before cutting it into bar soap sizes.
After all the preparations were finished it was time to make soap. We had the lard, lye, perfumes, palm oil, health aids, and when they asked what color do you want the soap and I immediately said, “Green.” They asked for some green crayons and they shaved them into small pieces, melted them into a liquid and produced green soap. They made a double batch and when the day was done we had 70 bars of green soap spread all over the back patio cooling and hardening; that’s a five year supply of shower soap!
Herb and Doris Goodell were some of my folk’s good friends as I grew up. They lived five miles east of Utica, Montana, our home town, and we lived a mile and a half west. I always looked forward to a visit at Herb and Doris’ house.
Herb and Doris had several big tall pine trees and some big cottonwood trees around their house. We didn’t have any trees around our house; the nearest trees were three miles away, down by the river.
Herb and Doris had electricity in their house and barns and I loved flipping the switches to see the lights go on and off. We didn’t have electricity; we used kerosene lamps in the house and Dad hung the kerosene lantern on a nail as he milked the cows in the barn after dark. I remember walking with my dad when he carried the lantern after dark. Our shadows would move before and behind us as the lantern swung back and forth keeping perfect cadence with our stride.
Herb and Doris had a big two story house and a big barn and several out buildings and they were all painted grey and they were trimmed in white. We had a small two story house and a good sized barn and they had been painted once but that was before my time. Our shop was small but I liked it better than Herb’s. My dad could heat and bend metal, shape horse shoes, fix tractors, and everything. Our shop was fun; Herb’s looked sterile and unused.
Herb and Doris had green grass in their yard and I always liked the click, click, click of the reel lawn mower as I pushed it around their yard. I was too small to mow all of their grass but they let me push it when I came. We didn’t have any grass in our yard, just dirt and a few weeds.
Herb and Doris had running water in their house and barn; turning the faucets and watching the water gush out was a favorite pastime. We had a hand pump over a well across the driveway from our house. When we wanted water we put the water bucket under the pump snout and pumped the handle enough times to fill the bucket and then wagged it back across the driveway to the house and hoisted it up onto the water bucket bench. We drank from the dipper that was always in the water bucket and we also used the dipper to put water in the wash pan, next to the bucket, to wash our hands and face. The white Ivory soap was in a saucer by the wash pan and the community towel hung from a rack above the wash pan, beside the mirror. We poured the used wash water into the waste water pail at the end of the bench; when the pail was full it was taken out and thrown into the yard.
Herb and Doris had a bathroom in their house. We had a path to a two hole out door toilet behind the house where the expired Sears and Roebuck catalogue was put to good use. The toilet was up from the well.
The sink in their indoor bathroom was a light lime green and the bath tub was the same pleasing color. Our bath tub was a galvanized tub that sat in the middle of the kitchen floor on Saturday night and the water was heated on our wood burning kitchen stove. We all took a bath every Saturday night; I was first, my older brother next and dad last. The water was grey and soapy by the time dad got into the tub.
It was a special treat for me to go into Herb and Doris’ bathroom, turn on the electric light, run water into the sink from the faucet, wash my face and hands with their fresh smelling green soap, and dry my hands on their clean green towel.
Fifty years later, when Steve asked me for the color of our home made soap I said, “Green!”
Friday, February 18, 2005
Portion of Wesley for Thursday
"Wherever riches have increased, the essence of religion has decreased in the same proportion. Therefore I do not see how it is possible in the nature of things for any revival of religion to continue long. For religion must necessarily produce both industry and frugality, and these cannot but produce riches.But as riches increase, so will pride, anger, and love of the world in all its branches. How then is it possible that Methodism, that is a religion of the heart, though it flourishes now as the green bay tree, should continue in this state? For the Methodists in every place grow diligent and frugal; consequently, they increase in goods.Hence, they proportionately increase in pride, in anger, in the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eyes, and the pride of life. So, although the form of religion remains, the spirit is swiftly vanishing away. Is there no way to prevent ... this continual decay of pure religion?" (John Wesley)
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Flying Machine
At the airport where I went for an Powered Parachute ride i saw this flying machine. It's powered by an old gas, one clynder Matag Washing Machine motor; one like my mother used when she upgraded from the hand washer. The smoke proves it is running.
The blue ball just behind the engine is a world globe, used for navigation. On top of the post, above the white flying instruction sheet and check list, is a candle in a small glass jar. The preflight instructions say light the candle before take off; it's the strobe light replacement.
The backseat has a spring for rapid ejection should it become necessary.
The wings are made of burlap stretched over a re-bar frame. It is a new design and not completely tested.
The wheels are from two different bicycles.
Flying Parachute
1-13-05 I actually went for a ride in/on this one. It flies about 30 mph and is a bucket of fun to ride. It will haul 500 pounds of people and takeoff and land in 400 feet. Fun, Fun, FUN!
It can't dive, loop, or spin, the things that get fixed wing pilots in trouble. It has three controls: a throttle, a left pedal, and a right pedal. Push the throttle to go up, push a pedal to turn, and decreas throttle to come down.
As soon as the machine starts moving the chute pops up over head, like pulling a kite string, and with full throttle you are airborne in 200 feet.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Freedom Isn’t Free
Freedom Isn’t Free
Written by Ray Sammons 2005
In this war torn world the quip “Freedom Isn’t Free” is used to remind us that we can not be free if we do nothing. Instead we are reminded that it takes purpose to be free. As a nation we must help other nations to be free so we can insure we will remain free from the tyrants that impose their own will on the masses. We must purpose to defeat the terrorists that want to take away our freedom.
Freedom has some personal applications also. We have a Shih-Tzu puppy she is one year old and named Duchess. She’s cute and impish and she is confined to the house, yard, and her leash. She has not learned that obedience brings freedom.
When I take her for a walk on her leash she wants to be free. She wants to run, play, smell, and get really tired. She strains on the leash and she doesn’t know that I’d like her to have those experiences and many more. The problem is she won’t come when I call her and therefore I can’t give her the freedom she desires. If she would come, stop, and stay on command then she’d have the desires of her heart.
People are like Duchess in many ways. When we obey the laws of the road (driving on the right side, stopping at the signs and lights, observing the speed limits, being considerate of other drivers) we are free to drive from coast to coast and from border to border. Obedience to the laws of the road brings the freedom of the road.
I have flown our private airplane all over the western United States and all the time I was enjoying the freedom of the skies I was carefully watching and following the charts. I needed the charts to stay out of the paths of other airplanes and to reach an airport before running out of gas. The freedom of the skies required close attention to detail.
Huge ships and small yachts plow the seven seas enjoying the freedom of the seas. When they leave port they cannot see their destination. Within hours all they see is water and to reach their destinations they must be slaves to the charts and maps. Freedom isn’t free. Freedom comes from obedience.
Our spiritual lives are the same, we must be obedient to enjoy our spiritual freedom. Jesus came to pay a debt He didn’t owe because we had a debt we couldn’t pay. When we accept His payment of our debt we became free. Free from the Old Testament law, free from past sins, free to follow Him, free to go into the presence of God without guilt.
The Message, a modern Bible translation sums it up this way:
It is absolutely clear that God has called you to a free life. Just make sure that you don't use this freedom as an excuse to do whatever you want to do and destroy your freedom. Rather, use your freedom to serve one another in love; that's how freedom grows. For everything we know about God's Word is summed up in a single sentence: Love others as you love yourself. That's an act of true freedom. (Gal 5:13-14)
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
A dog had followed his owner to school. His owner was a fourth grader at a public elementary school. However, when the bell rang, the dog sidled inside the building and made it all the way to the child's classroom before a teacher noticed and shoo'ed him outside, closing the door behind him. The dog sat down, whimpered and stared at the closed doors. Then God appeared beside the dog, patted his head, and said, "Don't feel bad fella'.... they won't let ME in either."
Will the Christ Child Come?
Written by Gaye Willis
One Christmas we had an interesting experience that I would like to share. Halfway through December we were doing the regular evening things when there was a knock at the door. We opened it to find a small package with a beautiful ceramic lamb inside. We looked at the calendar and realized that the 12 days of Christmas were beginning! We waited excitedly for the next night's surprise and only then, with the gift of a matching shepherd, did we realize that the lamb was part of a nativity set.Each night we grew more excited to see what piece we would receive. Each was exquisitely beautiful. The kids kept trying to catch the givers as we slowly built the scene at the manger and began to focus on Christ's birth.On Christmas Eve, all the pieces were in place, all but the Baby Jesus. My 12-year-old son really wanted to catch our benefactors and began to devise all kinds of ways to trap them. He ate dinner in the minivan, watching and waiting, but no one came. Finally, we called him in to go through our family's Christmas Eve traditions. But before the kids went to bed, we checked the front step - - no Baby Jesus! We began to worry that my son had scared them off. My husband suggested that maybe they dropped the Jesus and there wouldn't be anything coming. Somehow, something was missing that Christmas Eve.There was a feeling that things weren't complete. The kids went to bed and before I went to bed, I again checked to see if the Jesus had come - - no, the doorstep was empty.
In our family, the kids can open their stockings when they want to, but they have to wait to open any presents until Dad wakes up. So one by one they woke up very early and I also woke up to watch them. Even before they opened their stockings, each child checked to see if perhaps during the night the Baby Jesus had come.Missing that piece of the set seemed to have an odd effect. At least it changed my focus. I knew there were presents under the tree for me and I was excited to watch the children open their gifts, but first on my mind was the feeling of waiting for the ceramic Christ Child. We had opened just about all of the presents when one of the children found one more for me buried deep beneath the limbs of the tree.He handed me a small package from my former visiting teaching companion. This sister was somewhat less-active in the church. I had been her visiting teacher for a couple of years and then, when she was asked to be a visiting teacher, she requested to go with me. I had learned over time they didn't have much for Christmas, so that their focus was on the children. It sounded like she didn't get many gifts to open, so I had always given her a small package -- new dish towels, the next year's Relief Society lesson manual -- not much, but something for her to open.I was touched when at church on the day before Christmas, she had given me this small package, saying it was just a token of her love and appreciation. As I took off the bow, I remembered my friendship with her and was filled with gratitude for knowing her and for her kindness and sacrifice in this giving me a gift. But as the paper fell away, I began to tremble and cry. There in the small brown box was the Baby Jesus! He had come!I realized on that Christmas Day, that Christ will come into our lives in ways that we don't expect. The spirit of Christ comes into our hearts as we serve one another. We had waited and watched for Him to come, expecting the dramatic "knock at the door and scurrying of feet" but He came in a small, simple package that represented service, friendship, gratitude and love.This experience taught me that the beginning of the true spirit of Christmas comes as we open our hearts and actively focus on the Savior. But we will most likely find Him in the small and simple acts of love, friendship and service that we give to each other. This Christmas I want to feel again the joy of knowing that Christ is in our home. I want to focus on loving and serving. More than that, I want to open my heart to Him all year that I may see Him again.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Monday, December 27, 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Felix Update
Monday the 20th the doctors walked Felix around the hospital, up and down 8 steps and declared he was ready to go home.
Melanie and Larry checked him out and took him before noon!
He was tired from all the activity but home and happy!
It is nice to know that all of this was no surprise to our God. We are the ones that take it a day at a time!
Merry Christmas to each and all and thanks for your encouraging emails.
Because He lives,
Ray and Phyllis
Melanie and Larry checked him out and took him before noon!
He was tired from all the activity but home and happy!
It is nice to know that all of this was no surprise to our God. We are the ones that take it a day at a time!
Merry Christmas to each and all and thanks for your encouraging emails.
Because He lives,
Ray and Phyllis
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Felix Update
Felix went into ER again on Monday the 13th because he was spitting up bile and didn’t feel good. The day before he went to ER because an intestine had come out through his hernia (that he has had for years) and he couldn’t get it back in like he has done for years. The hernia is just above his navel.
On Monday they kept him and operated on the hernia at 9 pm. There was a blockage and they operated in time so here was no blood loss damage to the intestine.
Today (Wednesday 12/15) he is still in the hospital. He still has the tube in his nose that pumps the bile from his stomach. He is on IV glucose because his stomach and intestines are not ‘working properly’ yet and he can’t eat.
Melanie has been with him 24.7 and says she is still wearing Monday’s clothes. She reports he is breathing very shallow and complains that he can’t get enough air, yet his oxygen level remains high. He is very weak and doesn’t want to talk on the phone. Melanie reports that he feels worse today and is weaker than yesterday.
The therapist comes in and gets him up because they don’t want pneumonia to develop in his lungs.
I’ll pass on more when I have it.
Ray
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Felix Hoff in the Hospital
Last evening (12/13/04) the Billings emergency room staff put Felix in the hospital and about 9 pm Larry called saying they were going to operate on him in a few minutes – he had his 90th birthday in October.
About 11:30 pm Melanie called to report all went well. They found an ‘obstruction’ in an intestine and that was what caused him to spit up the bile.
They operated in time to get the blood flowing through the intestine so no damage was done (they didn’t have to remove anything).
When Melanie called he still had a tube down his throat pumping out the bile, but all was going good.
I’ll pass along more information when I get it.
Ray
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