My plan had been to scan as PDF files the various clippings I have. But when I came back to Blogger I found no way to include them in the blog. I can scan them to jpg files but I'm afraid they'l not be able to be read easily, if at all.
Any ideas?
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Friday, April 29, 2022
Care's Clippings - the plan
Faced with folders of the various pieces of information clipped from magazines or newspapers over the years, and realizing that communication styles have changed, I've chosen to share some of these random articles in a blog, where folks can "clip" or ignore at their leisure.
I plan to scan and include them here.
Having made my declaration, I request that any hints, tips, or advice you may have for starting or improving as I go along, will be gratefully accepted and duly considered and applied as needed.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
The email I wrote:
Dear Jim,
Thanks for the note.
I’m a bit ashamed of myself. I have realized I’m having trouble letting go of some aspects of being young. I’ve never felt I was beautiful – I could look in the mirror and see the wandering eye and drooping lid, the crooked teeth, the moles, the limp hair, the glasses – the list goes on. On the other hand, I looked OK and I could use makeup and cover up many of the imperfections, and didn’t have many of the less attractive things that could have happened in terms of bone structure etc. I wasn’t super in shape but my skin was firm, tanned a bit in the summer, and while I never had a flat belly, I was blessed with a body that didn’t gain weight willy nilly, and could achieve a decent posture with some little effort. I feel dismayed as the neck, arms & legs begin to have crêpe-y wrinkly skin, grey appears in my hair, arthritis gives some pains in my hands. I’m reminded of the matriarch in “the Thorn Bird”, who rails at a God who imprisons a young woman’s mind and heart in a body that decays around her with the passing of the years. It was rather underscored visually by the photo of Jer’s bride (Carolyn Chase) and me at the wedding.
And now my son Jeremy has died. And now this same radiant young woman has already endured the pain of the loss of her love, her partner. Jeremy’ll never share the joy of children with her, of seeing them bloom and raise families of their own. She’s young enough so that will all hopefully follow with someone else. He’ll never get to see the fruits of his labor getting the SnowPine operational, or eventually own his own hotel. He’ll miss being able to spend the winter skiing with his Dad.
And I read those lines in your email:
“I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.“
And I am ashamed. I have been so blessed with the laughs, and the loves, and the joys, and yes, the tears that have taught me the price of caring but have taught me to prize the moment, appreciate the gifts life gives me every day. The body I’m wearing is like the “distressed furniture” popular for a while – shows the scars and bumps of a life of use. It hasn’t been kept on a shelf watching the world go by, but was put lovingly to use raising a family, making the house into a home and refuge for them, teaching them, hopefully, that love and relationships are what it is all about. The poorer vision of my age helps to blur the wrinkles in the mirror, and hopefully the thinner skin lets not only the veins but the heart show through.
Thank you for the gift of your email and the perspective it has given me. Thank you for being a very special friend all these years.
Yours, Carolyn
“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds
the Forwarded Email to which I was responding:
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
Dear Jim,
Thanks for the note.
I’m a bit ashamed of myself. I have realized I’m having trouble letting go of some aspects of being young. I’ve never felt I was beautiful – I could look in the mirror and see the wandering eye and drooping lid, the crooked teeth, the moles, the limp hair, the glasses – the list goes on. On the other hand, I looked OK and I could use makeup and cover up many of the imperfections, and didn’t have many of the less attractive things that could have happened in terms of bone structure etc. I wasn’t super in shape but my skin was firm, tanned a bit in the summer, and while I never had a flat belly, I was blessed with a body that didn’t gain weight willy nilly, and could achieve a decent posture with some little effort. I feel dismayed as the neck, arms & legs begin to have crêpe-y wrinkly skin, grey appears in my hair, arthritis gives some pains in my hands. I’m reminded of the matriarch in “the Thorn Bird”, who rails at a God who imprisons a young woman’s mind and heart in a body that decays around her with the passing of the years. It was rather underscored visually by the photo of Jer’s bride (Carolyn Chase) and me at the wedding.
And now my son Jeremy has died. And now this same radiant young woman has already endured the pain of the loss of her love, her partner. Jeremy’ll never share the joy of children with her, of seeing them bloom and raise families of their own. She’s young enough so that will all hopefully follow with someone else. He’ll never get to see the fruits of his labor getting the SnowPine operational, or eventually own his own hotel. He’ll miss being able to spend the winter skiing with his Dad.
And I read those lines in your email:
“I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.“
And I am ashamed. I have been so blessed with the laughs, and the loves, and the joys, and yes, the tears that have taught me the price of caring but have taught me to prize the moment, appreciate the gifts life gives me every day. The body I’m wearing is like the “distressed furniture” popular for a while – shows the scars and bumps of a life of use. It hasn’t been kept on a shelf watching the world go by, but was put lovingly to use raising a family, making the house into a home and refuge for them, teaching them, hopefully, that love and relationships are what it is all about. The poorer vision of my age helps to blur the wrinkles in the mirror, and hopefully the thinner skin lets not only the veins but the heart show through.
Thank you for the gift of your email and the perspective it has given me. Thank you for being a very special friend all these years.
Yours, Carolyn
“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds
the Forwarded Email to which I was responding:
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
Friday, September 21, 2012
Autumn Leaf
Changes are sometimes cataclysmic, but generally they're incremental and noticed only in their accumulative effect suddenly when it reaches a certain level. Looking at the leaves in our front yard last night it was obvious that the change in one leaf, while seeming insignificant, contributed to the eventual effect of the fall colored tree. The one colored leaf amongst the green hardly showed, yet without each single one leaf making its change, no change could be apparent in the whole tree.
Similarly, if we're out to change the world, we need to start with our own one, ourself, and make it the best it can be. None of the leaves on the tree changes another one, but together a change becomes apparent in the whole. Probably the analogy should be left there. It certainly provides for a course of action that is a start.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Sunshine!
I hope for a while people will be happy - at least its rare appearance has made folks grateful for a while. I'm sure too soon the melting/flooding from all the snow we've gotten will be problematic, and then it will be too hot!
Personally I am SO looking forward to not being cold. Of course as soon as it becomes a bit warm everyone feels compelled to set the thermostat at a temperature lower than they kept the heat during the winter. Go figure.
Personally I am SO looking forward to not being cold. Of course as soon as it becomes a bit warm everyone feels compelled to set the thermostat at a temperature lower than they kept the heat during the winter. Go figure.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Reddigs
Jack and Jer and I went to Logan to celebrate Easter and Jack's birthday, and then Jack & I went back up Thursday evening for Johnny & Matthew's Scout award ceremony, and we had a great time watching the kids interacting. It's always nice to have a good reason to be able to tell them how great we think they are.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Snow
It's snowing out again today (Sat. APRIL 9th - yes APRIL). I guess that's springtime but I wish it wouldn't. It's fine in the mountains, but I haven't been able to prune my roses, and my poor flowers are suffering and I'm not able to be there and enjoy them.
I was disappointed that the women's fellowship in Logan were having their luncheon and I couldn't go - I would have liked to see them all, and to have spent the time with Cyndi, as well. However, I think I'm really glad I'm not having to drive up there over the pass, in the snow, not knowing whether I'd make it over, and wondering about coming back.
It's also snowing at Alta, so it will be cloudy with poor light, and there's over a foot of new snow which is great if you know how to ski in it. At least I'm spending time with my honey.
I was disappointed that the women's fellowship in Logan were having their luncheon and I couldn't go - I would have liked to see them all, and to have spent the time with Cyndi, as well. However, I think I'm really glad I'm not having to drive up there over the pass, in the snow, not knowing whether I'd make it over, and wondering about coming back.
It's also snowing at Alta, so it will be cloudy with poor light, and there's over a foot of new snow which is great if you know how to ski in it. At least I'm spending time with my honey.
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