Well, that is what Elder Boyd K. Packer says, and I believe he is correct! It has seemed to be my lot; being put into that classification. Not by any desire on my part, only by a natural course of events I have passed through since I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints back in 1952.
My first call came from the Missionaries that Baptized me. (I know that is not the formal way of doing things in the Church, but the Ward was in the process of preparing to build a new Meeting House, and the Bishop was a very busy man at the time. I guess he felt the need for a new member on the Primary Board and gave the Elders the responsibility of asking me to take the Sunbeam Class.) I had no idea what that was, but when I learned they were very small children, I ventured the 'leap of faith' and accepted.
They told me where and when to be there to teach these 'sweet things' and I obeyed. I was welcomed by the Sisters at Prayer Meeting. Having received my teaching manual from the Missionaries, I was prepared as best I could, under the circimstances.
Each week was a nerve racking experience. I didn't know very much more than these 'little ones' and I had a certain amount of fear weighing me down. What if I taught them a 'false doctrine'? I wouldn't, of course do so with any fore thought, but I could certainly fall into that trap out of the lack of knowledge I started out with.
As it turned out, they didn't leave me in that calling long. However it was during this time I learned there were meeting that would help me prepare for each week. The reason I hadn't gone, simple, I had no idea there were such meetings. Being 'green' I missed out on an awful lot. Once I got my footing, and felt a bit more secure in what I was doing, I felt the need for more study. Soon, I found myself called to teach the Blazer Boys. This was soon followed by moving me up to the Trekker Class of boys. Mostly these kids were great, but they did have the deeply routed desire to see just how far they could go with any new teacher. It was a real test for both sides. I guess that was the beginning of me laying down rules - you act like 'gentlemen' I act like a 'lady'. They soon learned I would give tit for tat. Things went pretty smoothly from then on. (It wasn't until later in life I learned from one of those boys, after he had been on his Mission; that they learned early on just how far they could 'push my buttons'. I always had long finger nails, usually painted a red color. I would stand behind a chair while teaching and hold onto the back of the chair. When I had reached my 'max' with their ornary actions, he informed me, I would begin to tap my finger nails on the back of the chair. That was when they knew to 'knock it off'.) It appeared then I lacked a great deal more control than I gave myself credit for. Oh well, we live and learn.
You know, as I look back on it, I never taught a single class of girls in Primary or MIA. I guess the girls were too much of a challenge for me! It was, however, in those years of going to Stake Meetings and having the great experience of attending Relief Society and enjoying the expertise of some pretty great teachers that I began to grow and develope as a teacher. There was a hunger to know more, to be informed about more than just the basics. I would attend anything that I felt would help me broaden my base. This included day long sessions in "Know Your Religion". They don't have that here anymore, I feel it is a sore loss to those who come into the Church and have no place to expand their knowledge of the Gospel through setting at the feet of so many talented and knowledgeable teachers. Many of those who inspired me have now gone on to 'higher areas' to share their great teaching abilities.
I could go on, and on about many of the things I have done, but it was one such 'teaching interlude' that got me thinking about my past. I am not sure it will interest any of you that much, but it was one of the 'moments' that I shall ever remember and hold very close to my heart.
I had been called to teach Relief Society. The basis of Study that year was the Life of Christ in the New Testiment. The other Sisters in the Anaheim Stake who were teaching this material developed quite a bond, and worked together in gathering material to share. Six Sisters working on separate phases of the topic brought a broader outlook to every Ward in the Stake. In fact I remember spending hours in the Univesity of California Fresno in their Library studying out of books that were no where else available to us. I wish I had the copies of the pages we made. I learned a very great deal about the life and times of Christ. It would be great to look over those pages again and again to refresh my memory.
The last class of the year was one I had worked especially hard on. My classes were the best attended in our Ward, and I wanted to leave the topic with a very special experience for every Sister who would be there. Jay and I looked for just the right picture of Jesus. When we found it, Jay took it and put, I forget, how many coats of clear lacquer over it. Letting each one dry before he would put the next coat on. We bought a very special frame for it and then went to the Pharmacy and got a bottle of glisterine (sp). What they use in the movies to make tears for the actors.
With the picture prepared as it had been, I hoped I could produce an effect that would make the figure cry. It was a very important conclusion to my lesson that day. We experimented with the picture many times, and each time it was effective, but only for a short time. The drop would run off very quickly. So I decided to have the drop put on when the picture was laying flat, leave it flat until the very last moment then lean the picture ever so slightly for the tear to run down 'slowly'. When the day came, I had all my visual aids put out on the table. I had asked a number of the Sister to participate, which they did. One particularly gave me a detail following the class I will share with you later.
Needless to say, this was one of the most spiritual presentation I have ever made. I had worked over it with very special care, and hoped it would not be too theatrical, but would bring home the one point I felt everyone of the Sister needed to take away that day. I followed my outline to perfection. The other Sisters added their portion with great success. When I came to the end of the lesson, I had but one point to make. Of all the things Christ did, the one that brought home His love for us all was, that He wept. So my last words were: "and Jesus Wept!". I brought the picture up and the tear I had placed in the corner of His eye slowly began to fall. To my amazement, as I sat down, the tear remained on the cheek of the Lords face. We had the closing song and prayer, and the tear remained on the cheek. It wasn't until the class was leaving and I was putting my things away that the drop ran off onto the frame of the picture.
Now to the other Sister. She came to me after the class and in tears said she had practiced for over a week how to say those words: "and Jesus Wept". It was to be part of her presentation. She was amazed as she went through her material, she could not say those words. As she would come to that part, she would have another thought that would take her away from saying them. It happened three times. When she saw the close of the class, she understood why she had been unable to speak the words she had so carefully prepared for her part of the lesson.
I have used that picture with a tear in Seminary Classes and in other Relief Society classes. It never was as impressive by holding like it did that first time. That picture now hangs in my bedroom. It brings back many memories of a time when I was in tune with the Savior and able to bring the moment when He showed His greatest love for His children. In fact I think I still have that bottle of glisterine somewhere around as well.
Teaching is not a matter of just reading over the material, but having an ingrained knowledge and testimony that what is on the printed page is improtant, and that every person in that class is spending their time with the teacher to be uplifted and edified. Not a moment should be wasted with unimportant chatter. If the teacher believes what they are teaching, it will become so important that nothing less that the very most valuable information should be shared. A quick read through will not do that. A teacher needs to have gone the 'extra mile' in preparation to give every person in that class something of worth to take away.
Someone asked me after teaching those Relief Society Lessons how much time I put in, in preparing. We had 40 minutes a month on those lessons. When I sat down and looked over what we had done, I found I had put in at least 40 hours of work. The other Sisters had done a great deal as well. I could never have given everything I had learned, but it made a great resource for all the other lessons I taught since then. I believe I understand the statement made by Lynne Lund when her husband Gerald complained one time about not having enough time to prepare for a particular lecture. She said to him: "Gerald, you have been preparing for 20 years". I think, in some ways, I have done a similar thing. I have forgotten more than I can remember, but have retained enough when an opportunity arises, and I put myself into the material, my mind unfolds things I have studied and the message is given with the testimony I have of the truthfulness of what I am sharing.
You cannot teach what you have not studied, and you cannot bear a testimony of something you do not believe. I have been blessed to set at the feet of many wonderful teachers who have inspired and impressed me with their ability to gain, retain and then share their knowledge. It is the time spent that makes the difference. For every hour of teaching I have ever done, I have spent at least 4 hours in gathering and preparing. It has not been a labor, rather it has been time enjoyed in recalling things I have loved learning and love even more sharing.
Over the years I have taught hundreds of Seminary Students. I never knew how much of an impression I made - well, not until recently when Facebook came into my life. I have received a number of requests to be added as a friend. In a number of those request I had no idea who it was that was asking. When I accepted them, I learned they were past students who were telling me how much their Seminary Classes had ment to them, and how I was remembered as their teacher. I guess it is true, a teacher will likely never know how far reaching their efforts went until they are in the eternities. If the effort was well spent, there will be blessings. If the job was poorly done, there will be those questions: "why didn't you tell me?" There are never second chances when it comes to teaching. It is either well done, or not at all. A five minute run through just won't do, even if you have spent 20 years elsewhere gaining knowledge. Oh, I have given a five minute talk on the spur of the moments notice, but that is a whole other subject.
If you are called to teach, remember one thing, Robert J. Matthews taught me years ago. When you are called to teach, you represent the Lord in that class room. You owe it to yourself and to those in the room with you to be prepared and teach by the spirit. He told us as Seminary Teachers: "we have given you an over abundance of material, you may teach any of it, you may teach all of it, or none of it; but you must never leave out the Scriptures and you must always listen to the Spirit. Very good advice from a very great source.
I feel blessed indeed to have been called over and over again as a teacher of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I have enjoyed every opportunity and feel sad that age now limits me in such calls. It seems even speaking is no longer something I am asked to do. Which means I look forward to other opportunities beyond the vail to again assist others in finding the truth and accepting the knowledge the Gospel holds for everyone.
I have never held a leadership possition in the Church. Well I guess that is not important, I have done that which was most enjoyable to me, and hopefully beneficial to others.
Written this 21st day of December 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
What A Wonderful Time Of The Year!
As many of you know, I am connected, all be it loosely, with Sing Noel. It has been a very long journey from September till this first week in December, but we made it. Last night was our first performance, or should I say their first performance. I just stand around and watch. Well and listen too. The time spent has been most valuable. Not only in seeing the production coming together, but for the marvelous sound that was producted with the number of times the Choir had to sing each piece to get it in shape for last night. I had to admit that once they began to sing, the heavens seemed to open, and others joined in those sweet melodies.
We of course missed Bishop Kenneth Mallett at the podium as narrator, but I have to say Elder Bob Banfield did an outstanding job and his delivery was most effective as he set the stage for the Choir to sing their next piece of music. Elder Lenny Zinn did a superb job of directing, and I believe everyone in the choir loved working with him this year. Sister Melodie Kunz once again delivered a wonderful script with beautiful videos to bring a special spirit to the entire evening. The audience was most appreciative, and it was gratifying to see so many come up to the Choir Members and express their thoughts on the production. There will be another performance Sunday Evening. I do hope more will hear about it and come to this wonderful program.
Christmas I know is ment to be a time of merriment and lots of fun, good food and comradery, but it is always great to have things like Sing Noel to bring us back to the 'reason for the season'. As the Prophet put it, drop the last cylible of the word and you have Chirst. That is what it is all about. Though we as Latter-day Saints know that our Savior was born in the spring of the year, it is nice to have this time of year to remember such a momentous event in time. One just seems to think of the lonely Shepherds on the hills with their sheep on a cold crisp night. Their robes wrapped tightly around them as they watch over their flocks in the dark. What a spectacular sight that Star must have been. Lighting the sky and the surround area. Pointing the way to the stable where the little family was huddled together. I can't help but think of the man who had accepted the responsiblity of 'fatherhood' to this wonderous little 'babe' who laid in the humble bed of hay. How he had protected that sweet young mother as she carried and delivered this child. It would seem that the love of this man was most special. His willingness to be witness and to carry out the reponsibility of seeing this infant raised to go forth on his great mission. We seldom think of Joseph, but I like to remember him as a very important part of the Chirstmas Story.
Which makes me think of the many young families everywhere who have taken on the great task of brining children into this world and helping them find themselves through the many trials and adventures that await them as they pass through life. I am pleased to see the young husbands take an active part in the process. It is so important to have both parents envolved in raising children. Husbands and wives need to remember their spouses in loving and tender ways, like Joseph treated Mary. Willingly protecting her in a very serious cituations. I am sure he used soft words and tender touches to let Mary know that he was supporting her in every way. A soft word can be such a help in difficult times. In our everyday lives, it seems we are quick to lose patience and say things that may hurt, but, if we follow Jospehs example, we could avoid such moments and remember that as Joseph and Mary were 'called' to this great experience, each of us, seek out a mate whom we feel we can spend and eternity with. Should we not then strive to emulate the great example that Joseph and Mary set for us. Mary was quick to accept the charge of being the mother of Jesus. Joseph just as quickly accepted his part in the drama that was about to unfold to mankind. Though our 'call' is not as historic, we are never the less ment to met the challenges with just as much thought and effort as they did.
During this season, much love is expressed, and effort made to seek out things that will gladden the heart. It would be something if we could carry some of the spirit of Christmas with us 24/7 during the 365 days we have each year. Mothers finding the sweetness of Mary toward their children and the great appreciation for their husbands. Husbands to find the great strength that Joseph found in his 'calling' to be the father of such a great individual. We never know, we may be raising another leader or great talent. Fathers take over the charge to see needs are met in the family, but in doing so he must never forget that a womens work is never done and putting aside small things to express support will bring rich dividends.
We live in a fast paced world. We are warned and fore warned that times will soon change and we will have to be prepared to meet all the challenges that lay ahead. We will find the support at home one of the greatest blessings we have. Extended families lend help at times, and need to be appreciated for their willingness to step in when that help is needed. Repaying such kindness should be a paramount part of our family relationships. I can remember how greatful we have been over the years for the help my parents extended to Jay and I as we were getting started. They gave us the down payment for our first home. It wasn't a great amount according to todays standards, but it was far more than we had, and made such a difference in our lives. I will admit it wasn't easy to pay it back as fast as we would have liked, but we had learned well the addage, "neither a borrower or lender be". Having that responsibility lifted was such a great blessing. I guess with both of our parents families being raised in such poor circumstances we realized that that help had been gathered and hard come by years of frugalness and in some cases doing without personally. Mary and Joseph probably never had such support in their lives. Aren't we pleased to know that times have changed, but never forget they may change back. There are many lessons to be learned.
Well Christmas is upon us again, and like so many 'good things' in life, will just as quickly go as it has come. Our part is to take what blessings there are in store for us this year, enjoy, appreciate and then set ourselves towards a New Year that will give us more wonderous opportunities to grow and become all that we can be. Life is all too short to spend time looking back. My goal this next year is to follow the brethern. Get out of debt and get supplied to take care in any eventuality that may occur. I guess the years of working in both Boy and Girl Scouting has rubbed off on me; I want to 'be prepared'. I wish the same for each of you.
Written this 11 day of December 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
We of course missed Bishop Kenneth Mallett at the podium as narrator, but I have to say Elder Bob Banfield did an outstanding job and his delivery was most effective as he set the stage for the Choir to sing their next piece of music. Elder Lenny Zinn did a superb job of directing, and I believe everyone in the choir loved working with him this year. Sister Melodie Kunz once again delivered a wonderful script with beautiful videos to bring a special spirit to the entire evening. The audience was most appreciative, and it was gratifying to see so many come up to the Choir Members and express their thoughts on the production. There will be another performance Sunday Evening. I do hope more will hear about it and come to this wonderful program.
Christmas I know is ment to be a time of merriment and lots of fun, good food and comradery, but it is always great to have things like Sing Noel to bring us back to the 'reason for the season'. As the Prophet put it, drop the last cylible of the word and you have Chirst. That is what it is all about. Though we as Latter-day Saints know that our Savior was born in the spring of the year, it is nice to have this time of year to remember such a momentous event in time. One just seems to think of the lonely Shepherds on the hills with their sheep on a cold crisp night. Their robes wrapped tightly around them as they watch over their flocks in the dark. What a spectacular sight that Star must have been. Lighting the sky and the surround area. Pointing the way to the stable where the little family was huddled together. I can't help but think of the man who had accepted the responsiblity of 'fatherhood' to this wonderous little 'babe' who laid in the humble bed of hay. How he had protected that sweet young mother as she carried and delivered this child. It would seem that the love of this man was most special. His willingness to be witness and to carry out the reponsibility of seeing this infant raised to go forth on his great mission. We seldom think of Joseph, but I like to remember him as a very important part of the Chirstmas Story.
Which makes me think of the many young families everywhere who have taken on the great task of brining children into this world and helping them find themselves through the many trials and adventures that await them as they pass through life. I am pleased to see the young husbands take an active part in the process. It is so important to have both parents envolved in raising children. Husbands and wives need to remember their spouses in loving and tender ways, like Joseph treated Mary. Willingly protecting her in a very serious cituations. I am sure he used soft words and tender touches to let Mary know that he was supporting her in every way. A soft word can be such a help in difficult times. In our everyday lives, it seems we are quick to lose patience and say things that may hurt, but, if we follow Jospehs example, we could avoid such moments and remember that as Joseph and Mary were 'called' to this great experience, each of us, seek out a mate whom we feel we can spend and eternity with. Should we not then strive to emulate the great example that Joseph and Mary set for us. Mary was quick to accept the charge of being the mother of Jesus. Joseph just as quickly accepted his part in the drama that was about to unfold to mankind. Though our 'call' is not as historic, we are never the less ment to met the challenges with just as much thought and effort as they did.
During this season, much love is expressed, and effort made to seek out things that will gladden the heart. It would be something if we could carry some of the spirit of Christmas with us 24/7 during the 365 days we have each year. Mothers finding the sweetness of Mary toward their children and the great appreciation for their husbands. Husbands to find the great strength that Joseph found in his 'calling' to be the father of such a great individual. We never know, we may be raising another leader or great talent. Fathers take over the charge to see needs are met in the family, but in doing so he must never forget that a womens work is never done and putting aside small things to express support will bring rich dividends.
We live in a fast paced world. We are warned and fore warned that times will soon change and we will have to be prepared to meet all the challenges that lay ahead. We will find the support at home one of the greatest blessings we have. Extended families lend help at times, and need to be appreciated for their willingness to step in when that help is needed. Repaying such kindness should be a paramount part of our family relationships. I can remember how greatful we have been over the years for the help my parents extended to Jay and I as we were getting started. They gave us the down payment for our first home. It wasn't a great amount according to todays standards, but it was far more than we had, and made such a difference in our lives. I will admit it wasn't easy to pay it back as fast as we would have liked, but we had learned well the addage, "neither a borrower or lender be". Having that responsibility lifted was such a great blessing. I guess with both of our parents families being raised in such poor circumstances we realized that that help had been gathered and hard come by years of frugalness and in some cases doing without personally. Mary and Joseph probably never had such support in their lives. Aren't we pleased to know that times have changed, but never forget they may change back. There are many lessons to be learned.
Well Christmas is upon us again, and like so many 'good things' in life, will just as quickly go as it has come. Our part is to take what blessings there are in store for us this year, enjoy, appreciate and then set ourselves towards a New Year that will give us more wonderous opportunities to grow and become all that we can be. Life is all too short to spend time looking back. My goal this next year is to follow the brethern. Get out of debt and get supplied to take care in any eventuality that may occur. I guess the years of working in both Boy and Girl Scouting has rubbed off on me; I want to 'be prepared'. I wish the same for each of you.
Written this 11 day of December 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Sunday, November 21, 2010
From Boy to Man
In cleaning out some boxes I thought had pictures in them, I found this talk I had prepared sometime in 2002. I don't even know if I gave the talk. There is no indication on the papers that I did, or didn't. I was struck however with the content, and thought it was worth sharing with the family.
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In poverty and lacking in education, a boy, of no consequence; is stirred in his heart and soul to discover religious truth. He pays attention to the conversations between his own family members, even sought out opportunities to hear from local and itinerant ministers, hoping from their messages; answers to his questions would come. However, finding nothing but confusion in these so called 'messages', he returned once more to his Bible. Reading in the Epistle of James he found courage to go directly to the source of truth. He would find out for himself - directly.
Apparently from family training this young lad had faith and adequate knowledge to feel that an answer, that had not been forthcome from all his experiences, might be received if he braved the lonely task of simply asking the believed in 'power' personally.
So simple a solution, but never knowingly explored by anyone who truly believe in the possiblity of receiving an answer. Not a vocal youth, and timid, he sought out a private place. A place of serenity and solitude. Looking around to assure the privacy he sought, he knelt and offered his simple question: "Which is right?" So simple and yet so totally honest and sincere a suplication. No wonder Father heard. Unfortunately Satan, ever alert, heard as well. He, Satan, used all of his ways to frighten and to disallusion this lone young boy into fleeing and abondoing his quest. The boy, however, was seized and held down. It is then, frightened and fearing his life was in great danger, still assured by his faith that he could receive help in this dark moment; cried out for that help, and it was quickly given. Thick darkness gave way to light. A light that grew brighter and brighter until it surpassed any before seen by the boy. A witness in and of itself which gave the boy new hope. So, here, the first two great principles were realized: faith and hope. It is little wonder then that charity, the pure love of God, unconditional love brought peace and recognition of 'glory'.
Because the boy was of such a tender age and trained will in respect for elders it seems perfectly natural that he would remain to see and to hear what was forth coming from God and the Savior. We have no recording of the interview, only a thumbnail sketch, but from this momentous occasion the boy made a 'giant step' into the reality of truth and love which would be the foundation upon which many 'new things' would come forth until some 20 plus years, boy to man, Gospel Light would
be shed upon many so that the world could start its' final journey toward exaltation. Those who would see, might see. While those who heard, would hear. Truth cuts like a two edged sword - so not all would be healed who might, if they would but 'follow'.
Joseph Smith, Jr. a prophet, seer and revelator; spent his time wisely, learned his own lessons well, and grew in stature and spirit. He followed counsel as it was given. He knew how to keep sacred things. He would lead any of those who would follow; giving his life for those things he had both learned and taught. He earned 'Life Eternal'.
written this 21st day of November 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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In poverty and lacking in education, a boy, of no consequence; is stirred in his heart and soul to discover religious truth. He pays attention to the conversations between his own family members, even sought out opportunities to hear from local and itinerant ministers, hoping from their messages; answers to his questions would come. However, finding nothing but confusion in these so called 'messages', he returned once more to his Bible. Reading in the Epistle of James he found courage to go directly to the source of truth. He would find out for himself - directly.
Apparently from family training this young lad had faith and adequate knowledge to feel that an answer, that had not been forthcome from all his experiences, might be received if he braved the lonely task of simply asking the believed in 'power' personally.
So simple a solution, but never knowingly explored by anyone who truly believe in the possiblity of receiving an answer. Not a vocal youth, and timid, he sought out a private place. A place of serenity and solitude. Looking around to assure the privacy he sought, he knelt and offered his simple question: "Which is right?" So simple and yet so totally honest and sincere a suplication. No wonder Father heard. Unfortunately Satan, ever alert, heard as well. He, Satan, used all of his ways to frighten and to disallusion this lone young boy into fleeing and abondoing his quest. The boy, however, was seized and held down. It is then, frightened and fearing his life was in great danger, still assured by his faith that he could receive help in this dark moment; cried out for that help, and it was quickly given. Thick darkness gave way to light. A light that grew brighter and brighter until it surpassed any before seen by the boy. A witness in and of itself which gave the boy new hope. So, here, the first two great principles were realized: faith and hope. It is little wonder then that charity, the pure love of God, unconditional love brought peace and recognition of 'glory'.
Because the boy was of such a tender age and trained will in respect for elders it seems perfectly natural that he would remain to see and to hear what was forth coming from God and the Savior. We have no recording of the interview, only a thumbnail sketch, but from this momentous occasion the boy made a 'giant step' into the reality of truth and love which would be the foundation upon which many 'new things' would come forth until some 20 plus years, boy to man, Gospel Light would
be shed upon many so that the world could start its' final journey toward exaltation. Those who would see, might see. While those who heard, would hear. Truth cuts like a two edged sword - so not all would be healed who might, if they would but 'follow'.
Joseph Smith, Jr. a prophet, seer and revelator; spent his time wisely, learned his own lessons well, and grew in stature and spirit. He followed counsel as it was given. He knew how to keep sacred things. He would lead any of those who would follow; giving his life for those things he had both learned and taught. He earned 'Life Eternal'.
written this 21st day of November 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The Smith/Rosenberg Saga
You know this family has been just a bit 'different' from the start. Not that any of us are 'different'. No, we have just had such an interesting background that it is worth reviewing for those who are too young to know all of these great things.
As you know, my Dad, John Charles Smith came from England at about age 7 to 9 years of age. He didn't come to a home that was all that well off so he learned how to work, and share with his Father and Step-mother. He didn't have much of an education, but was eager to learn and was an avid reader. In fact I believe one of his favorite things to do was brouse in Used Book Stores for books that he could educate himself by reading and applying the things he learned. Basically he was machanical, but he had a deep interest and love of hortaculture. I believe I have written some about that previously.
Never having much, but being able to keep himself, he had no problem asking Mom to marry him. She had had a very hard time as a child she went to work when she was just 13 years old. Her older siblings by that time had married and moved on, so she and her youngest brother had to help with the household expenses. Grandma Hall ran a boarding house, but funds didn't always meet the necessary outlay for those who were still at home.
I believe my parents were good at managing, at least we kids never felt we were poor, or that we didn't have everything we needed. Either they were great at hiding any problems the family was having, or we were fortunate that Dad was able to provide so that Mom could be at home with us. Whatever, that is just a small overview of what would come later on.
Ralph married later than Ron and I, so all of that story is kind of lost in the shuffle of our lives. Ron however had a long relationship with his wifes family. Not all of it good, I might add, but that didn't deter Ron he loved Willetta, and he was able to endure the feelings of her parents and have a fine family and a good life. Jay and I met and married with very little influence from his family. They were a very odd group. I believe the loss of the Harris household Mother when the children were so young was much of the cause of their shyness. When I would go over to the house, I would hear the scurry of Uncle Doc to the back bedroom. Jays mother was very quiet, saying little and not much interested in expanding a conversation, or relationship. Jays Dad however was entirely different. He was friendly, funny and I soon learned to love him very much. He was an excellent cook, but I believe I have expanded on that line as well, so won't get into it.
When Jay and I were celebrating our First Wedding Anniversay, we received word that Jays parents had separated. It was not a good time for any of the family, but Jay seemed to take it the hardest. It did put a strain on our relationship, but with my short patient threshold, I soon made it very plain that our marriage was what was important, and we could not get envolved in what ever it was that had caused their split. Much of it we did both know, but I will not attempt to go into it here, as I feel those things are best left untouched so far as this epistle is concerned.
Over the time Jay and I had been married, my parents had enjoyed a relationship with Jays Dad. With his being alone, it was just a friendly jesture that he was invited to the Holiday Dinners at the 'Smith' house. These times together only brought the family closer together. When 'Slim' was in the hospital for surgery, Mom and Dad would go visit and encourage him to get up and going again quickly. His last stay in the Hospital was when the accident occured that cost my Dad his life, and put Mom in the hospital for sometime. I was taking care of 'Slim' then, so we moved him in with his Daughter Auntie Afton so I could bring Mom home
to heal and adjust to widowhood.
Mother stayed with us for some time. When she felt she could go back into her home, we took her back. She found it more difficult than she had imagined so she was able to spend some time each day with Ron and Willetta then go back at night. She advanced to the place she wanted to do something more, so she went to the Pottery and applied for a job. She hadn't worked in years, but she had trained as a 'finisher' and was able to go back at that. Working was good for her. She lived close enough she could walk to work. At the time she did not drive. This brought about the offer from 'Slim' to take Mom grocery shopping then to an occasional movie, then to the Horse Races, then to Owens-Illinois functions. After about a year, he suggested they get married, but Mom said she wasn't ready for anything like that. Their 'dating' continued for another two years. Then 'Slim' asked Mom to go on vacation with him to Southern Utah to meet his family. She accepted the invitation and they drove to Cedar City and stayed in Parowan with 'Slims' baby sister. They went everywhere. If you have ever been in that part of the country you know of all the beauty that is there. They went into the Canyons for picnics. Had family dinners, and I don't know what all else. It was a great two weeks. When they were preparing to come home, all the family up there suggested they get married. They were a great couple, had had a long relationship while married then following 'Slim' and Itha divorcing and finally Dad death, they needed to get together. So 'Slim' went down to the local jeweler bought rings, the whole family loaded up and drove to Las Vegas and after the vacation, they were married.
They had 11 wonderful years together. Mom said often she wished she would have married him when he first asked her. So much for hindsight!
We often laughed and said when Jay and I said: brother or sister at our house we really ment it.
Mother Joined the Church before she and 'Slim' married. He was not active, but did start going to church, and then he filled out the papers that allowed Mom to be sealed to my Dad. They had a wonderful relationship and with the marriage it brought LaMar, Ruby and their boys into the household as well. I believe that LaMar and Ruby grew to accept and love Mom as one of their own, just as she love them.
I can't help but feel I had the better part in this, because I had two of the best Dads in the whole wide world. My own Dad was just about as great as they come, and Jays Dad was one of the nicest men I have ever known. He was good to us kids and loved the Grandkids far more than anything we saw from Jays Mother. Like I said previous, I just don't want to expand on that part of the family. Too painful, and not necessary to explore.
I just wanted those who come into this family that they had some pretty interesting connections. All were just part of the makeup that we have enjoyed and benefited by. You know, I have been blessed in so many ways with family that have and do mean so much to me. I wouldn't have wanted to lose my Dad so early in life. He was 55 and I was 23, but having lost him as I did, I am so greatful that my other Dad was there to pick up the broken pieces of Moms life and bring her such love. It of course goes without say that we too benefited greatly by their making a home together and bringing the two families into one. Blessed were and
are we for it!
Written this 30th day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
As you know, my Dad, John Charles Smith came from England at about age 7 to 9 years of age. He didn't come to a home that was all that well off so he learned how to work, and share with his Father and Step-mother. He didn't have much of an education, but was eager to learn and was an avid reader. In fact I believe one of his favorite things to do was brouse in Used Book Stores for books that he could educate himself by reading and applying the things he learned. Basically he was machanical, but he had a deep interest and love of hortaculture. I believe I have written some about that previously.
Never having much, but being able to keep himself, he had no problem asking Mom to marry him. She had had a very hard time as a child she went to work when she was just 13 years old. Her older siblings by that time had married and moved on, so she and her youngest brother had to help with the household expenses. Grandma Hall ran a boarding house, but funds didn't always meet the necessary outlay for those who were still at home.
I believe my parents were good at managing, at least we kids never felt we were poor, or that we didn't have everything we needed. Either they were great at hiding any problems the family was having, or we were fortunate that Dad was able to provide so that Mom could be at home with us. Whatever, that is just a small overview of what would come later on.
Ralph married later than Ron and I, so all of that story is kind of lost in the shuffle of our lives. Ron however had a long relationship with his wifes family. Not all of it good, I might add, but that didn't deter Ron he loved Willetta, and he was able to endure the feelings of her parents and have a fine family and a good life. Jay and I met and married with very little influence from his family. They were a very odd group. I believe the loss of the Harris household Mother when the children were so young was much of the cause of their shyness. When I would go over to the house, I would hear the scurry of Uncle Doc to the back bedroom. Jays mother was very quiet, saying little and not much interested in expanding a conversation, or relationship. Jays Dad however was entirely different. He was friendly, funny and I soon learned to love him very much. He was an excellent cook, but I believe I have expanded on that line as well, so won't get into it.
When Jay and I were celebrating our First Wedding Anniversay, we received word that Jays parents had separated. It was not a good time for any of the family, but Jay seemed to take it the hardest. It did put a strain on our relationship, but with my short patient threshold, I soon made it very plain that our marriage was what was important, and we could not get envolved in what ever it was that had caused their split. Much of it we did both know, but I will not attempt to go into it here, as I feel those things are best left untouched so far as this epistle is concerned.
Over the time Jay and I had been married, my parents had enjoyed a relationship with Jays Dad. With his being alone, it was just a friendly jesture that he was invited to the Holiday Dinners at the 'Smith' house. These times together only brought the family closer together. When 'Slim' was in the hospital for surgery, Mom and Dad would go visit and encourage him to get up and going again quickly. His last stay in the Hospital was when the accident occured that cost my Dad his life, and put Mom in the hospital for sometime. I was taking care of 'Slim' then, so we moved him in with his Daughter Auntie Afton so I could bring Mom home
to heal and adjust to widowhood.
Mother stayed with us for some time. When she felt she could go back into her home, we took her back. She found it more difficult than she had imagined so she was able to spend some time each day with Ron and Willetta then go back at night. She advanced to the place she wanted to do something more, so she went to the Pottery and applied for a job. She hadn't worked in years, but she had trained as a 'finisher' and was able to go back at that. Working was good for her. She lived close enough she could walk to work. At the time she did not drive. This brought about the offer from 'Slim' to take Mom grocery shopping then to an occasional movie, then to the Horse Races, then to Owens-Illinois functions. After about a year, he suggested they get married, but Mom said she wasn't ready for anything like that. Their 'dating' continued for another two years. Then 'Slim' asked Mom to go on vacation with him to Southern Utah to meet his family. She accepted the invitation and they drove to Cedar City and stayed in Parowan with 'Slims' baby sister. They went everywhere. If you have ever been in that part of the country you know of all the beauty that is there. They went into the Canyons for picnics. Had family dinners, and I don't know what all else. It was a great two weeks. When they were preparing to come home, all the family up there suggested they get married. They were a great couple, had had a long relationship while married then following 'Slim' and Itha divorcing and finally Dad death, they needed to get together. So 'Slim' went down to the local jeweler bought rings, the whole family loaded up and drove to Las Vegas and after the vacation, they were married.
They had 11 wonderful years together. Mom said often she wished she would have married him when he first asked her. So much for hindsight!
We often laughed and said when Jay and I said: brother or sister at our house we really ment it.
Mother Joined the Church before she and 'Slim' married. He was not active, but did start going to church, and then he filled out the papers that allowed Mom to be sealed to my Dad. They had a wonderful relationship and with the marriage it brought LaMar, Ruby and their boys into the household as well. I believe that LaMar and Ruby grew to accept and love Mom as one of their own, just as she love them.
I can't help but feel I had the better part in this, because I had two of the best Dads in the whole wide world. My own Dad was just about as great as they come, and Jays Dad was one of the nicest men I have ever known. He was good to us kids and loved the Grandkids far more than anything we saw from Jays Mother. Like I said previous, I just don't want to expand on that part of the family. Too painful, and not necessary to explore.
I just wanted those who come into this family that they had some pretty interesting connections. All were just part of the makeup that we have enjoyed and benefited by. You know, I have been blessed in so many ways with family that have and do mean so much to me. I wouldn't have wanted to lose my Dad so early in life. He was 55 and I was 23, but having lost him as I did, I am so greatful that my other Dad was there to pick up the broken pieces of Moms life and bring her such love. It of course goes without say that we too benefited greatly by their making a home together and bringing the two families into one. Blessed were and
are we for it!
Written this 30th day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Something Great About In-Laws!
You know most people have trouble joining famlies together when their children get married. That has never been the case with us,and our Daughter, in fact it has been an entirely different story.
It all started when Greg came to the house to ask for Dawn's 'hand'. We had just made a major move, many miles south, and realized that a wedding in our new location would mean a lot of travel for friends and family. If we had the wedding where the Grooms family lived, it would be better for the Brides family and friends too. I had but one condition. The parents of the groom, who had been blessed with boys, would never have the opportunity to be envolved in the 'planning' of a wedding. It was my proposal then, at the time, we have Greg ask his parents if they would care to share in the planning of this wedding, in their area.
It ment a lot of travel for me personally. At the time Jay was working in Las Vegas on the original Grand Hotel. One week-end I would drive from Anaheim, California to Las Vegas, Nevada to go over what we were doing, with Jay. The next week-end, I would drive to Paso Robles, California to work on plans with the Shirley and Bill. I was usually working on some handwork for the girls outfits at the time. Busy hands and feet, but it came together nicely.
It gave both families a chance to get to know each other, except for Jay that is. Having the wedding in Atascadero was allowing me to arrange the needed things with ease. Shirley and Bill were able to choose what part of the wedding they would like to participate in. They had so many friends that could assist it made their job, and mine, so much easier.
Flowers was one of the things they were able to arrange. I don't think I could have done anything like what they were able to. Orchids that matched everyones dresses so beautifully. They arranged for the cake as well, and found the photographer for me.
When it came to the invitations, they were worded so both sets of parents were inviting their friends and family. The return addresses reflected the family that was issuing the invitation, rather than just the bride. A really joint effort all the way around. Harmonious and friendly from start to finish. What a great opportunity for all of us.
The dinner following the rehearsal at the Church was held at Wilsons in Paso Robles. It was at that dinner, we became A family. Bill stood and gave a toast that united us, and it has remained so, ever since. How greatful Jay and I have been over these many years that have followed with the friendship, love and family relaltionship the Slanes and the Rosenbergs have shared. We have never competed for the affection of any of the Grand Children or Greats. Never a need to. From the start there was never a time when we were not united so that was never an option, really. I believe we have brought a whole new meaning to 'family'. Dawn became the daughter Bill and Shirley never had, and Jay and I gained a son we have loved and appreciated these many years. Sharing a family has been wonderful. In fact I believe sharing has made the family all the more precious to us.
Those jokes about 'mothers-in-laws' has never fit OUR FAMILY.
You know, I never had the luxury of having a sister, neither did Shirley, so we accepted that title with ease when our 'kids' got married. There are blessings in finding love and in sharing. I believe our two families have been able to put those two together. Fortunate and happy it has made us too!
We can truly say: WE ARE A FOREVER FAMILY!
Written this 6th day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
It all started when Greg came to the house to ask for Dawn's 'hand'. We had just made a major move, many miles south, and realized that a wedding in our new location would mean a lot of travel for friends and family. If we had the wedding where the Grooms family lived, it would be better for the Brides family and friends too. I had but one condition. The parents of the groom, who had been blessed with boys, would never have the opportunity to be envolved in the 'planning' of a wedding. It was my proposal then, at the time, we have Greg ask his parents if they would care to share in the planning of this wedding, in their area.
It ment a lot of travel for me personally. At the time Jay was working in Las Vegas on the original Grand Hotel. One week-end I would drive from Anaheim, California to Las Vegas, Nevada to go over what we were doing, with Jay. The next week-end, I would drive to Paso Robles, California to work on plans with the Shirley and Bill. I was usually working on some handwork for the girls outfits at the time. Busy hands and feet, but it came together nicely.
It gave both families a chance to get to know each other, except for Jay that is. Having the wedding in Atascadero was allowing me to arrange the needed things with ease. Shirley and Bill were able to choose what part of the wedding they would like to participate in. They had so many friends that could assist it made their job, and mine, so much easier.
Flowers was one of the things they were able to arrange. I don't think I could have done anything like what they were able to. Orchids that matched everyones dresses so beautifully. They arranged for the cake as well, and found the photographer for me.
When it came to the invitations, they were worded so both sets of parents were inviting their friends and family. The return addresses reflected the family that was issuing the invitation, rather than just the bride. A really joint effort all the way around. Harmonious and friendly from start to finish. What a great opportunity for all of us.
The dinner following the rehearsal at the Church was held at Wilsons in Paso Robles. It was at that dinner, we became A family. Bill stood and gave a toast that united us, and it has remained so, ever since. How greatful Jay and I have been over these many years that have followed with the friendship, love and family relaltionship the Slanes and the Rosenbergs have shared. We have never competed for the affection of any of the Grand Children or Greats. Never a need to. From the start there was never a time when we were not united so that was never an option, really. I believe we have brought a whole new meaning to 'family'. Dawn became the daughter Bill and Shirley never had, and Jay and I gained a son we have loved and appreciated these many years. Sharing a family has been wonderful. In fact I believe sharing has made the family all the more precious to us.
Those jokes about 'mothers-in-laws' has never fit OUR FAMILY.
You know, I never had the luxury of having a sister, neither did Shirley, so we accepted that title with ease when our 'kids' got married. There are blessings in finding love and in sharing. I believe our two families have been able to put those two together. Fortunate and happy it has made us too!
We can truly say: WE ARE A FOREVER FAMILY!
Written this 6th day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Friday, October 1, 2010
What it was at HPHS back in 1944-1947!
Here we go again! HPHS of course stands for Huntington Park High School, we were the "Spartans". Colors Orange and Grey. A very good school way back then. High standards, graduating some of the best who were to become leaders, doctors, etc. In fact I was happy to discover one of the fellas in my small graduating class became an FBI Agent. Now that was class! From some of the other years, we had Plastic Surgeons, High Class Pasadena Lawyers and Society Ladies in their communities.
These were the years when WWII was still being faught and many of the young men went into service. In fact a number of them paid their last full measure in the closing days of the conflict either in Europe or the South Pacific.
I didn't however start this memory lane wandering to talk about such things. No, I decided I wanted to share something that was pretty darn important to any student who entered good olde HPHS. That was the routine of getting the memorbilia that went with attending. When you were a Freshman, you merely had the honor of being on Campus and learning where all your classes were. Hopefully you could get your classes close enough together that you didn't have to go from one end of the Campus to the other.
You know we still had a number of bungalo classrooms left over from the Earthquake of 1933. They were very sturdy, and housed some of the less college prep classes. In one we had Girls Glee and Choir with Mr. Burditt.
He sure was a good teacher, and great Music Director. Learned a lot from him. Tried to plan such classes before Lunch, or before school was over for the day. That way making it across Campus to another class wasn't so hectic. Couldn't always manage it, but it was worth the good try when a new semester started. Business classes, unfortunately, were not always held in the same building, so that was another hassle. I managed pretty well most of the time.
When one was half way through the Freshman Year, you could order your School Class Pin. It had the Logo of the School and of course the year you should graduate. Those pins were pretty important to every student. They were not cheap either, so having one made you pretty classey to say the least.
When you were half way through the Sophomore Year, you could older your Class Ring. More expense, but they were varied in style, stone, and of course School Logo and Graduation Year. I remember mine had abalone shell, dark grey with the beautiful coloring to back the School Logo. Wore it with a great deal of pride. The pin was still important. I had added to mine a chain and a $ sign to tell I was, or had been on the School Council as Commisioner of Finance. I enjoyed that job. Planned the dance muscians and took care of the ticket booth at all the athletic events held on Campus. That ment I never saw any of the games, but I was busy during most of them.
When you were half way through the Junior Year you could order your Senior Sweater. Now this was an event. First everyone in the Class had the opportunity to design and/or vote on the Year Emblem which was worn over the left hand pocket of the sweater. You could order a slip over or a cardigan style. Of course the Class voted on the color of the sweater as well. Unfortunately, the year I graduated, we still had fall out from the War and they were not making sweaters. We could buy an emblem if we wished, but I didn't bother. I didn't like the color that was chosen for my year, so passed on that. I had so admired Ronalds sweater. The year he graduated 1944 they had ordered baby blue sweaters with a dark blue and cream colored emblem. They really looked classey.
I never was part of GAA. Those sweaters for the girls were White with Orange and Gray sleeve stripes for the number of years activity and of course the GAA Emblem over the left hand pocket. The boys Letterman
Sweaters were Grey with the Orange and Cream colored Emblem over the left pocket. Orange stripes on the sleeve for years active and the emblems from what sports competed in.
I can't pass up telling you Jay, who went to Bell High School, one of our arch rivals, had earned a letter in Track and Basketball. Their Letterman Sweaters were Purple with Orange Stripes on the Sleeve. He was tall, so had an extra long sweater. Had it for years, I have no recollection whatever happened to it. It made a coat for short olde me.
Most of my High School years were colored by the War. The normal things my Brothers had experienced were absent for our class. We did not have the Big Posh Year Books. That high grade paper and ink, were just not available. We had a very small paper back covered year book by 1947, but it certainly left a great deal to be desired compared to what both Ralph and Ronald had for their years in school at HPHS. Of course Ralph only attended there a couple of years. We moved to California in 1935 and he Graduated in 1939. Way back when!
I am sure School is different now, but I just wanted to share this part of my life with the family. Oh, the color they picked for my Graduating Year was red. Not a pretty color of red either. Maybe they picked it because there weren't going to be any Sweaters, so they were'nt that disappointed. The Emblem as I recall was going to be Black and white on a Red Sweater. Like I said you were welcome to buy the Emblem with HPHS and the 1947 on it and have it put on a Cardigan or Slip Over if you wished. Some did, but I didn't feel like it was worth the price. I did have a pin, which now is minus the School Logo, but the $ is still attached. My Ring also lost the logo, and it has been lost over the years. Have no idea when or where. The memory remains, and the pride I recall I had wearing these two pieces. This might be interesting to note both; the pin and ring were a way of showing a couple were going 'steady'. The guy would give his 'girl' his pin to wear on her blouse or sweater, or his ring to wear either with a lot of yarn wrapped around it on her finger, or on a chain around her neck. Some of the girls gave their boy friends her ring to wear on a little finger if it fit. I don't recall them sharing their pins. Guys didn't really care about wearing a girls pin. Sweaters, both Senior and Letterman were worn by Girl Friends. No, I never had that opportunity. Like I said, we didn't have Sweaters during the War Years. I guess that is why Pins and Rings got the wear.
Well, for what ever reason, it appears things are a great deal different now a days. I am sure there are other things that have been adopted as signs of various importance on Campus at the local schools. You know we never had a lot of Cheer Leading. At least it was not as BIG a thing as it has turned out to be in todays Schools. When Dawn was in School it was a really big thing. I called them, and still do for that matter, the Rah, Rah, Girls. Once little girls use to play house, nurse, teacher, etc. Now I see them in the front yard doing routines of Cheer Leaders. I will never get use to that. A 'sign of the times' I guess. Well - things come and go.
So must I, at least for this writting.
Written this 1 day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
These were the years when WWII was still being faught and many of the young men went into service. In fact a number of them paid their last full measure in the closing days of the conflict either in Europe or the South Pacific.
I didn't however start this memory lane wandering to talk about such things. No, I decided I wanted to share something that was pretty darn important to any student who entered good olde HPHS. That was the routine of getting the memorbilia that went with attending. When you were a Freshman, you merely had the honor of being on Campus and learning where all your classes were. Hopefully you could get your classes close enough together that you didn't have to go from one end of the Campus to the other.
You know we still had a number of bungalo classrooms left over from the Earthquake of 1933. They were very sturdy, and housed some of the less college prep classes. In one we had Girls Glee and Choir with Mr. Burditt.
He sure was a good teacher, and great Music Director. Learned a lot from him. Tried to plan such classes before Lunch, or before school was over for the day. That way making it across Campus to another class wasn't so hectic. Couldn't always manage it, but it was worth the good try when a new semester started. Business classes, unfortunately, were not always held in the same building, so that was another hassle. I managed pretty well most of the time.
When one was half way through the Freshman Year, you could order your School Class Pin. It had the Logo of the School and of course the year you should graduate. Those pins were pretty important to every student. They were not cheap either, so having one made you pretty classey to say the least.
When you were half way through the Sophomore Year, you could older your Class Ring. More expense, but they were varied in style, stone, and of course School Logo and Graduation Year. I remember mine had abalone shell, dark grey with the beautiful coloring to back the School Logo. Wore it with a great deal of pride. The pin was still important. I had added to mine a chain and a $ sign to tell I was, or had been on the School Council as Commisioner of Finance. I enjoyed that job. Planned the dance muscians and took care of the ticket booth at all the athletic events held on Campus. That ment I never saw any of the games, but I was busy during most of them.
When you were half way through the Junior Year you could order your Senior Sweater. Now this was an event. First everyone in the Class had the opportunity to design and/or vote on the Year Emblem which was worn over the left hand pocket of the sweater. You could order a slip over or a cardigan style. Of course the Class voted on the color of the sweater as well. Unfortunately, the year I graduated, we still had fall out from the War and they were not making sweaters. We could buy an emblem if we wished, but I didn't bother. I didn't like the color that was chosen for my year, so passed on that. I had so admired Ronalds sweater. The year he graduated 1944 they had ordered baby blue sweaters with a dark blue and cream colored emblem. They really looked classey.
I never was part of GAA. Those sweaters for the girls were White with Orange and Gray sleeve stripes for the number of years activity and of course the GAA Emblem over the left hand pocket. The boys Letterman
Sweaters were Grey with the Orange and Cream colored Emblem over the left pocket. Orange stripes on the sleeve for years active and the emblems from what sports competed in.
I can't pass up telling you Jay, who went to Bell High School, one of our arch rivals, had earned a letter in Track and Basketball. Their Letterman Sweaters were Purple with Orange Stripes on the Sleeve. He was tall, so had an extra long sweater. Had it for years, I have no recollection whatever happened to it. It made a coat for short olde me.
Most of my High School years were colored by the War. The normal things my Brothers had experienced were absent for our class. We did not have the Big Posh Year Books. That high grade paper and ink, were just not available. We had a very small paper back covered year book by 1947, but it certainly left a great deal to be desired compared to what both Ralph and Ronald had for their years in school at HPHS. Of course Ralph only attended there a couple of years. We moved to California in 1935 and he Graduated in 1939. Way back when!
I am sure School is different now, but I just wanted to share this part of my life with the family. Oh, the color they picked for my Graduating Year was red. Not a pretty color of red either. Maybe they picked it because there weren't going to be any Sweaters, so they were'nt that disappointed. The Emblem as I recall was going to be Black and white on a Red Sweater. Like I said you were welcome to buy the Emblem with HPHS and the 1947 on it and have it put on a Cardigan or Slip Over if you wished. Some did, but I didn't feel like it was worth the price. I did have a pin, which now is minus the School Logo, but the $ is still attached. My Ring also lost the logo, and it has been lost over the years. Have no idea when or where. The memory remains, and the pride I recall I had wearing these two pieces. This might be interesting to note both; the pin and ring were a way of showing a couple were going 'steady'. The guy would give his 'girl' his pin to wear on her blouse or sweater, or his ring to wear either with a lot of yarn wrapped around it on her finger, or on a chain around her neck. Some of the girls gave their boy friends her ring to wear on a little finger if it fit. I don't recall them sharing their pins. Guys didn't really care about wearing a girls pin. Sweaters, both Senior and Letterman were worn by Girl Friends. No, I never had that opportunity. Like I said, we didn't have Sweaters during the War Years. I guess that is why Pins and Rings got the wear.
Well, for what ever reason, it appears things are a great deal different now a days. I am sure there are other things that have been adopted as signs of various importance on Campus at the local schools. You know we never had a lot of Cheer Leading. At least it was not as BIG a thing as it has turned out to be in todays Schools. When Dawn was in School it was a really big thing. I called them, and still do for that matter, the Rah, Rah, Girls. Once little girls use to play house, nurse, teacher, etc. Now I see them in the front yard doing routines of Cheer Leaders. I will never get use to that. A 'sign of the times' I guess. Well - things come and go.
So must I, at least for this writting.
Written this 1 day of October 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Happy Birthday Jay - 1926-2010
I woke up remembering today would have been Jays' 84th Birthday. It would not do to forget such an important day. I went out and put up our flag so it could wave, and picked out a red, white and blue dress to wear for the occasion. Looking patriotic seemed the right thing to do! Not necessary to announce the fact, just go about quietly in whatever the day requires and keep the thought in my mind. So, here I am.
Amazing how the mind works, and what memories it conjures up on such occasions. I don't recall all the years of waining health, or those last days when I was helpless to make things better or to go away. No, just those great memories of all the great times we had together, and how much we enjoyed the family. Not to mention the excitement of meeting and getting to know each other enough to think we could be permanent in our relationship.
You know Jay was never a 'chatty' person, so I rarely ever heard from him how he felt, or what he wanted to do the most. Only rarely did he say something profound, and then it was usually about something that I could not do anything about. Like a week before Dawn was born he told me how much he wanted a 'girl'. Not that I could have done anything about it then, but I certainly would have made a greater plea to the powers above to lean us in that direction. As it turned out, that went to his total satisfaction, not to mention my own joy, and relief that his great desire had 'come to pass'.
He wasn't much for celebrating Birthdays, his or anyones, for that matter. I think he enjoyed the fuss we made over his, but he certainly was not the type to let you know he had been pleased by all the attention he received. I know he worried over everyone elses Birthday however. It was always such a chore for him to shop, or come up with ideas of what might be really super for someone elses Celebration. He rarely forgot the date, but would struggle with making it special for someone else.
Well that is the past. This is the present, and we only have thoughts to give today. No packages wrapped with bright paper and bows. Nothing to wear, eat or use. Which, in no way, means we don't have him in our thoughts, or don't recall the many things he ment to each of us as this day slowly comes and goes. I believe it would be improper however to just let it slip away without even the tiniest brush of sentiment. The love is never gone, the sweet memories are not forgotten, and the bright thoughts of the future, for me, sooner than later are warm and tender indeed! How blessed as a family are we to have such a great, sweet, and loving Dad, Grand Dad and 'Daddy'. He will always be 'Daddy' to me. I don't know that the family was ever aware of the many times when I was really down and felling low he would meet my request for him to 'rock me'. He did without comment, just let me crawl up in his lap, lay my head on his shoulder and cuddle in for a few minutes while he rocked the old rocker to and fro. It wasn't often, but it certainly was choice! Yes, sweet memories. I cherish everyone - today, and everyday.
Written this 26th day of September 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Amazing how the mind works, and what memories it conjures up on such occasions. I don't recall all the years of waining health, or those last days when I was helpless to make things better or to go away. No, just those great memories of all the great times we had together, and how much we enjoyed the family. Not to mention the excitement of meeting and getting to know each other enough to think we could be permanent in our relationship.
You know Jay was never a 'chatty' person, so I rarely ever heard from him how he felt, or what he wanted to do the most. Only rarely did he say something profound, and then it was usually about something that I could not do anything about. Like a week before Dawn was born he told me how much he wanted a 'girl'. Not that I could have done anything about it then, but I certainly would have made a greater plea to the powers above to lean us in that direction. As it turned out, that went to his total satisfaction, not to mention my own joy, and relief that his great desire had 'come to pass'.
He wasn't much for celebrating Birthdays, his or anyones, for that matter. I think he enjoyed the fuss we made over his, but he certainly was not the type to let you know he had been pleased by all the attention he received. I know he worried over everyone elses Birthday however. It was always such a chore for him to shop, or come up with ideas of what might be really super for someone elses Celebration. He rarely forgot the date, but would struggle with making it special for someone else.
Well that is the past. This is the present, and we only have thoughts to give today. No packages wrapped with bright paper and bows. Nothing to wear, eat or use. Which, in no way, means we don't have him in our thoughts, or don't recall the many things he ment to each of us as this day slowly comes and goes. I believe it would be improper however to just let it slip away without even the tiniest brush of sentiment. The love is never gone, the sweet memories are not forgotten, and the bright thoughts of the future, for me, sooner than later are warm and tender indeed! How blessed as a family are we to have such a great, sweet, and loving Dad, Grand Dad and 'Daddy'. He will always be 'Daddy' to me. I don't know that the family was ever aware of the many times when I was really down and felling low he would meet my request for him to 'rock me'. He did without comment, just let me crawl up in his lap, lay my head on his shoulder and cuddle in for a few minutes while he rocked the old rocker to and fro. It wasn't often, but it certainly was choice! Yes, sweet memories. I cherish everyone - today, and everyday.
Written this 26th day of September 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Those Lunch Box Sandwiches
I guess with school starting again, and thinking about those "good olde days" when I went to school, way back then, the subject crossed my mind. Of course then, we didn't have all the nice things to put a lunch together with and in. I can't remember when 'waxed paper' was introduced, but I was pretty young. Before that was a house hold item, we used paper napkins to wrap a sandwich. You can imagin how fresh and delectible it was by lunch time! When wax paper came upon the scene, things got a bit better. However the wrapping wasn't all that neat, as I recall. You would fold then try to make things tight by folding the ends again then wrap them over the folded side. That didn't help too much because air would get in through the open folded side. Then we learned how to make the paper long enough so we could do a double fold on the edge so it was air tight. That made a big difference. In fact I don't remember when waxed paper went out and the baggy came in. Long after my kids had finished with school I believe.
Then there were the Cafeteria lunches. I didn't get to have such a luxury until I was in Junior High School. Lunch then was .25 cents. We use to take our 'lunch money' and tie it in the corner of our 'hankie'. Oh yes, we
didn't have kleenex back then. Everyone carried a fabric 'hankie' to take care of their nose and 'lunch money' of course. In fact, come to think of it, that was one of the first things Mom trusted me to iron. Really got a lot of practice on all those 'hankies' the family used. No respectable man would leave the house without a 'hankie' in his back pocket. Every lady of course prided herself on the selection of 'hankies' she had in her dresser drawer. Of course they were actually Handkerchiefs, but you can see why they got reduced to an easier name.
Well back to the School Lunch Drama. I didn't 'buy' my lunch often. It was just not one of those things our family did. I am not sure if it was due to the amount of money we had, or just that Mom was always baking and we would always have a lot of fruit in the house, so it was just normal to take the things we had at hand and put a lunch together. Each of us had our own 'lunch box'. They were always our pride and joy at the beginning of a school year, but I have to admit they got a bit beat up before the year was over. That and the inside would begin to get smelly. We would scrub them when we did the dishes, but it seemed they would take on a life of their own after so many lunches, with crumbs and apple cores or orange peels were left in them all day. Then there was always the dripping from the thermos bottles and cups. Now with bottled drinks and fabric bags, things don't have that kind of problem, or I don't think they do.
I don't recall taking lunch to school very often in a paper sack. I may have a time or two, but it wasn't often, like I said, the Lunch Box was a pretty BIG thing back in my day.
When I went to High School of course, I could walk home for lunch it was right next door. On rare occasions I would buy lunch in the Cafeteria. It wasn't all that big of a deal. Mostly it was to socialize with friends. I was never very fond of the Menu they had. Of course when they had something I liked, I might decide to stay on Campus and eat rather than walk the short distance to the house.
I don't recall Mom being so envolved in the kitchen when I was in High School as she was when Ron was there. He always had a group of friends who would hit the front door after their last class was over and raid our kitchen. Mom was pretty good about having something, just out of the oven, for them with the Milk and glasses ready as well. Those guys could put about a couple of Cherry, or Apple pies in the wink of an eye. Apple was usually decorated with a wedge of cheese. Hot Apple Pie with Cheese was a favorite. However, I would have to admit that Mom couldn't be beat in the Cherry Pie department. Those were the days when she would bake 4 pies. If she baked less, there would not be any for our dinner. That would never do.
Oh, I wanted to tell you about the 'sandwich' didn't I?! Well my Mom was a very plain cook, and lunch packer. It wasn't until I was in about the 5th or 6th grade that I noticed that some of the girls had sandiches that were cut in half cross wise. Mine were always cut right down the middle. Two equal halfs like the others, but they just did not look at good. Then one day I found a girl who had a sandwich with the crust cut off. I couldn't understand why she would have her sandwich like that. She told me it was because she didn't like the crust. Strange I thought, I had always liked the crust on my bread. But, I thought that must be really snazzey. Mom, however didn't care for the idea, or the waste. So I had to settle for her cutting it crosswise, so my sandwiches were 'neat looking'.
What was my favorite sandwich? I believe it was Tuna. Back then the spread of choice was Miracle Whip. I didn't know how good Tuna could taste until I married Jay. His family were use to Mayonaise, Hellman or Best Foods brand that is! After I got married, there was never another bottle of Miracle Whip in my house. I ate a lot of cheese sandwiches as I recall. Once in awhile p-nut butter and jelly. Not really a favorite of mine
back then, but I will eat one occasionally now and then. I don't recall our family having a lot of roast beef, but we sure ate up the Turkey when the Holidays came around. We always had Ham for Easter which made for some great sandwiches in the spring. You know come to think of it, we never worried about leaving our lunches in the 'cloak closet' until lunch time. I never recall being sick from eating lunch at school. I guess we were just a lot more hardy back then, or we didn't know about all the problems. Who knows. We used to make Potato Salad and take it on a picnic and not have it on ice, and never have problems. Then and now seems so different. The more cultured we become the more in jeopardy we seem to be with the things we eat. Well I guess that is just the way things are.
Silly I know, caring wether a sandwich is cut one way or another. If the crust is on or cut off the bread. If the spread is one kind or another and if you like or don't like mustard. I made it through school with out giving most of it a great deal of thought until I noticed that someone else did things differently than what I was used to. My Mom wasn't less of a Mom than the other kids Moms. I guess it boils down to the fact that I wasn't as spoiled as everyone thought I was. It may have been that ignorance was bliss, or my home and family were not as fussy about such simple things. We always had food on our table. We had clean clothes to wear and Mom was quick to tell us "it is clean and paid for". I don't think I even knew there was such a thing as Credit back then. Mom and Dad never brought anything, and I mean anything into the house that was not paid for. I wish I had learned that lesson better. We seem to live in a time when Credit is more the norm.
Well I guess I have rambled on enough for this time. It is best to set down and write about something while you are thinking about it. Otherwise the moment is lost, and with my 'senior moments' longer these days, I can't let any opportunity slip away. Enjoy your lunch kids.
Written this 23rd day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Then there were the Cafeteria lunches. I didn't get to have such a luxury until I was in Junior High School. Lunch then was .25 cents. We use to take our 'lunch money' and tie it in the corner of our 'hankie'. Oh yes, we
didn't have kleenex back then. Everyone carried a fabric 'hankie' to take care of their nose and 'lunch money' of course. In fact, come to think of it, that was one of the first things Mom trusted me to iron. Really got a lot of practice on all those 'hankies' the family used. No respectable man would leave the house without a 'hankie' in his back pocket. Every lady of course prided herself on the selection of 'hankies' she had in her dresser drawer. Of course they were actually Handkerchiefs, but you can see why they got reduced to an easier name.
Well back to the School Lunch Drama. I didn't 'buy' my lunch often. It was just not one of those things our family did. I am not sure if it was due to the amount of money we had, or just that Mom was always baking and we would always have a lot of fruit in the house, so it was just normal to take the things we had at hand and put a lunch together. Each of us had our own 'lunch box'. They were always our pride and joy at the beginning of a school year, but I have to admit they got a bit beat up before the year was over. That and the inside would begin to get smelly. We would scrub them when we did the dishes, but it seemed they would take on a life of their own after so many lunches, with crumbs and apple cores or orange peels were left in them all day. Then there was always the dripping from the thermos bottles and cups. Now with bottled drinks and fabric bags, things don't have that kind of problem, or I don't think they do.
I don't recall taking lunch to school very often in a paper sack. I may have a time or two, but it wasn't often, like I said, the Lunch Box was a pretty BIG thing back in my day.
When I went to High School of course, I could walk home for lunch it was right next door. On rare occasions I would buy lunch in the Cafeteria. It wasn't all that big of a deal. Mostly it was to socialize with friends. I was never very fond of the Menu they had. Of course when they had something I liked, I might decide to stay on Campus and eat rather than walk the short distance to the house.
I don't recall Mom being so envolved in the kitchen when I was in High School as she was when Ron was there. He always had a group of friends who would hit the front door after their last class was over and raid our kitchen. Mom was pretty good about having something, just out of the oven, for them with the Milk and glasses ready as well. Those guys could put about a couple of Cherry, or Apple pies in the wink of an eye. Apple was usually decorated with a wedge of cheese. Hot Apple Pie with Cheese was a favorite. However, I would have to admit that Mom couldn't be beat in the Cherry Pie department. Those were the days when she would bake 4 pies. If she baked less, there would not be any for our dinner. That would never do.
Oh, I wanted to tell you about the 'sandwich' didn't I?! Well my Mom was a very plain cook, and lunch packer. It wasn't until I was in about the 5th or 6th grade that I noticed that some of the girls had sandiches that were cut in half cross wise. Mine were always cut right down the middle. Two equal halfs like the others, but they just did not look at good. Then one day I found a girl who had a sandwich with the crust cut off. I couldn't understand why she would have her sandwich like that. She told me it was because she didn't like the crust. Strange I thought, I had always liked the crust on my bread. But, I thought that must be really snazzey. Mom, however didn't care for the idea, or the waste. So I had to settle for her cutting it crosswise, so my sandwiches were 'neat looking'.
What was my favorite sandwich? I believe it was Tuna. Back then the spread of choice was Miracle Whip. I didn't know how good Tuna could taste until I married Jay. His family were use to Mayonaise, Hellman or Best Foods brand that is! After I got married, there was never another bottle of Miracle Whip in my house. I ate a lot of cheese sandwiches as I recall. Once in awhile p-nut butter and jelly. Not really a favorite of mine
back then, but I will eat one occasionally now and then. I don't recall our family having a lot of roast beef, but we sure ate up the Turkey when the Holidays came around. We always had Ham for Easter which made for some great sandwiches in the spring. You know come to think of it, we never worried about leaving our lunches in the 'cloak closet' until lunch time. I never recall being sick from eating lunch at school. I guess we were just a lot more hardy back then, or we didn't know about all the problems. Who knows. We used to make Potato Salad and take it on a picnic and not have it on ice, and never have problems. Then and now seems so different. The more cultured we become the more in jeopardy we seem to be with the things we eat. Well I guess that is just the way things are.
Silly I know, caring wether a sandwich is cut one way or another. If the crust is on or cut off the bread. If the spread is one kind or another and if you like or don't like mustard. I made it through school with out giving most of it a great deal of thought until I noticed that someone else did things differently than what I was used to. My Mom wasn't less of a Mom than the other kids Moms. I guess it boils down to the fact that I wasn't as spoiled as everyone thought I was. It may have been that ignorance was bliss, or my home and family were not as fussy about such simple things. We always had food on our table. We had clean clothes to wear and Mom was quick to tell us "it is clean and paid for". I don't think I even knew there was such a thing as Credit back then. Mom and Dad never brought anything, and I mean anything into the house that was not paid for. I wish I had learned that lesson better. We seem to live in a time when Credit is more the norm.
Well I guess I have rambled on enough for this time. It is best to set down and write about something while you are thinking about it. Otherwise the moment is lost, and with my 'senior moments' longer these days, I can't let any opportunity slip away. Enjoy your lunch kids.
Written this 23rd day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Monday, September 6, 2010
"I Drive The Boat"
Another story related to Jay Ford Rosenberg.
The really 'quiet man' of the family. He wasn't quick to enter into converstation, and would fane anything to keep from being in front of any group of people if it had anything to do with speaking. I only remember him bearing a testimony once, and that was under great duress. We were on our Mission in Salt Lake City, Utah and had gone to Kaysville, Utah to attend meetings with the Missionary who had converted me - Elder Lowell Taylor and his wife Marie King Taylor. Of course Lowell asked me to bear my Testimony to the group of Young People he and Marie were working with at the time. (It was a Fireside, as I recall). After I had finished, and sat down, Lowell asked Jay to come up and bear his Tesimony. Well, color and anxiety were quick to rear their heads. It took awhile, but Jay did finally get up and say a few, I mean, a very few words. He carped about it for weeks afterward. One would have thought he had been asked to do something that was totally awful. Well, I guess to him it was.
Remembering that, and laughing with Paul about such things with Jay, Paul brought up the subject of the trip the Priesthood made with the Aaronic Priesthood boys while we were in Pico Rivera. I don't recall the year, or even the age that Paul was. I just know that Jay had been called to work with the Deacons, and the boys loved him. He had the boys teach the lessons. That must have been something to behold. Well, it seemed to have made him a hero with the boys, they would do just about anything for Jay.
When the trip was planned, Jay was asked if he would take our boat down to Lake Havasu where our former Bishop and then Stake Presidents Councilor had a resort. The boys could camp out, and enjoy water skiing. Jay was happy to do that. He managed his vacation days from Kinco where he was an Inspector. He got the skis ready and the tow ropes. Checked the motor on the boat and packed things up for the long trip down to Arizona.
No surprise, it was hot. The boys were in the water most of the time and took turns skiing, or learning to ski. Jay was pretty popular, and I guess was willing to stay with it as long as the boys wanted to 'hit it'.
The trip lasted a week. When it came time to pack up and head for home everyone pitched in and got ready for the long ride back. Naturally before the trip home could begin, a Prayer would be in order. As Jay, I would assume, had been pretty good at escaping this 'honor' all week, it was suggested he say the Prayer. As I heard the story, he just stayed where he was, no show of emotion, just one simple phrase escaped his lips: "I Drive The Boat". Someone else said the prayer!
Written this 6th day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
The really 'quiet man' of the family. He wasn't quick to enter into converstation, and would fane anything to keep from being in front of any group of people if it had anything to do with speaking. I only remember him bearing a testimony once, and that was under great duress. We were on our Mission in Salt Lake City, Utah and had gone to Kaysville, Utah to attend meetings with the Missionary who had converted me - Elder Lowell Taylor and his wife Marie King Taylor. Of course Lowell asked me to bear my Testimony to the group of Young People he and Marie were working with at the time. (It was a Fireside, as I recall). After I had finished, and sat down, Lowell asked Jay to come up and bear his Tesimony. Well, color and anxiety were quick to rear their heads. It took awhile, but Jay did finally get up and say a few, I mean, a very few words. He carped about it for weeks afterward. One would have thought he had been asked to do something that was totally awful. Well, I guess to him it was.
Remembering that, and laughing with Paul about such things with Jay, Paul brought up the subject of the trip the Priesthood made with the Aaronic Priesthood boys while we were in Pico Rivera. I don't recall the year, or even the age that Paul was. I just know that Jay had been called to work with the Deacons, and the boys loved him. He had the boys teach the lessons. That must have been something to behold. Well, it seemed to have made him a hero with the boys, they would do just about anything for Jay.
When the trip was planned, Jay was asked if he would take our boat down to Lake Havasu where our former Bishop and then Stake Presidents Councilor had a resort. The boys could camp out, and enjoy water skiing. Jay was happy to do that. He managed his vacation days from Kinco where he was an Inspector. He got the skis ready and the tow ropes. Checked the motor on the boat and packed things up for the long trip down to Arizona.
No surprise, it was hot. The boys were in the water most of the time and took turns skiing, or learning to ski. Jay was pretty popular, and I guess was willing to stay with it as long as the boys wanted to 'hit it'.
The trip lasted a week. When it came time to pack up and head for home everyone pitched in and got ready for the long ride back. Naturally before the trip home could begin, a Prayer would be in order. As Jay, I would assume, had been pretty good at escaping this 'honor' all week, it was suggested he say the Prayer. As I heard the story, he just stayed where he was, no show of emotion, just one simple phrase escaped his lips: "I Drive The Boat". Someone else said the prayer!
Written this 6th day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
The Seventh Daughter
Hey, he made it!
This takes me back a piece, and I am sure most of the older set has heard this story, but for the benefit of the younger ones, here goes. One Saturday, way back when, the door bell rang at our home on Alvy Street in Anaheim, California. A young man stood on the other side and asked if
Dawn was home. I had to tell him, no, she was on an overnighter with the
Single Adults and wouldn't be home for another hour or so, her Dad and I were to pick her up at the Stake Center. I asked if he would care to wait and go with us. He didn't seem to hesitate, but said he would like to.
I hadn't met the young man before, so we made the proper introductions and he came in and spent a very pleasant hour or so visiting with Jay and I. When it was time to go pick Dawn up, we all had to laugh, just a little, wondering just what her reaction would be to see us all show up in one car to meet her?
Well, the look she gave us as the bus drove into the Parking Lot was worth the price of admission. If there had of been any, that is! I guess she questioned how we could have 'catured' this young man. After all she had just met him a few days ago herself.
Well, we gathered up her things and made the short drive back to the house. While Dawn cleaned up, and I finished getting our dinner ready, Gregory Webb Slane and Jay Ford Rosenberg did, what ever it was, and is, that men do when they are waiting for 'women'! I believe everyone enjoyed the meal, or at least I didn't hear any complaints. I am not really clear as to what happened after that. I suppose the two 'young people' went out for a ride or something. Not important to this particular story, one way of the other.
The next day, Sunday, Gregory Webb Slane came to the house again. This time he was expected. Dawn was playing an Organ/Piano Duet with one of the young Return Missionaries for our Sacrament Meeting. Greg had come to hear Dawn play the Piano portion of "Exodus". It was a great Sacrament Meeting. What stands out in my mind is not what was said, or the Music, no, what stands out was Greg, and his enjoying the children that sat in front of us. It was during our waiting for the Meeting to begin that Greg told me he was going to have 7 daughters. I had to question if his wife might have the same thoughts? As he had not found her yet, he wasn't sure, but he planned on having 7 girls. His parents had only boys, so he felt, girls were in his future. Now, how he came up with the number 7, I have no idea.
As time, and our story continues, of course Greg and Dawn got married. They only had 3 girls however. Keara was nice enough to add two daughters, only they have 'grand' preceeding the daughter. Then Nemiha was good enough to slip in another which made the number thing begin to take on some real serious fact. Wouldn't you just know it, Shayla did her part. Her first born was a girl too. That would fill the number out. Three daughters and 4 grand daughters. What a happy man!.
In telling this story I certainly wouldn't want to leave the impression that Greg does not think the world and all of his 'boys'. Any one who has been around Greg as a Dad or a Grand Dad knows he is not partial. The 'boys' are a sheer delight, all their own. It was just that Greg did not, in any way, envision 'boys' in his future. What a great joy and surprise he has had with the young men that have graced his family.
In case you were really keeping count, Greg has 1 son, 3 sons-in-laws and 4 grand sons. Which means the boys to date do out number the girls by l.
Now I don't think in the least that bothers Greg. A Super Dad and just about the bestest Grand Dad any kid could have, he is happy with the numbers - any, and all of them that is!
Now a side light of this tale. It makes me just about the happiest of Grand Mothers and Great Grand Mothers around these parts by the name of Rosenberg. Just a tiny speck in the making of this grand aray of a family. I'll happily take my place, and appreciate the opportunity that is mine to love and claim them all. Big, medium, small or otherwise. They are all pretty darn special to me.
As Latter-day Saints we preach that Families Are Forever, and as the Scriptures testify - one is truly blessed when they have a 'quiver full'. The number I have tagged onto my Family Tree may not be as large as some, but they are each one numbered, listed and loved to the max. This is Labor Day Week-end and the Seventh Daughter was blessed by her Father and given her name and blessing. I couldn't be present, but my heart was there, and I am so thrilled to have seen the pictures of the family who were able to be there. The most important ones, of course.
Another page in the journal of my life and times. What a joy to share with those whom I love and appreciate.
Written this 6th day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
This takes me back a piece, and I am sure most of the older set has heard this story, but for the benefit of the younger ones, here goes. One Saturday, way back when, the door bell rang at our home on Alvy Street in Anaheim, California. A young man stood on the other side and asked if
Dawn was home. I had to tell him, no, she was on an overnighter with the
Single Adults and wouldn't be home for another hour or so, her Dad and I were to pick her up at the Stake Center. I asked if he would care to wait and go with us. He didn't seem to hesitate, but said he would like to.
I hadn't met the young man before, so we made the proper introductions and he came in and spent a very pleasant hour or so visiting with Jay and I. When it was time to go pick Dawn up, we all had to laugh, just a little, wondering just what her reaction would be to see us all show up in one car to meet her?
Well, the look she gave us as the bus drove into the Parking Lot was worth the price of admission. If there had of been any, that is! I guess she questioned how we could have 'catured' this young man. After all she had just met him a few days ago herself.
Well, we gathered up her things and made the short drive back to the house. While Dawn cleaned up, and I finished getting our dinner ready, Gregory Webb Slane and Jay Ford Rosenberg did, what ever it was, and is, that men do when they are waiting for 'women'! I believe everyone enjoyed the meal, or at least I didn't hear any complaints. I am not really clear as to what happened after that. I suppose the two 'young people' went out for a ride or something. Not important to this particular story, one way of the other.
The next day, Sunday, Gregory Webb Slane came to the house again. This time he was expected. Dawn was playing an Organ/Piano Duet with one of the young Return Missionaries for our Sacrament Meeting. Greg had come to hear Dawn play the Piano portion of "Exodus". It was a great Sacrament Meeting. What stands out in my mind is not what was said, or the Music, no, what stands out was Greg, and his enjoying the children that sat in front of us. It was during our waiting for the Meeting to begin that Greg told me he was going to have 7 daughters. I had to question if his wife might have the same thoughts? As he had not found her yet, he wasn't sure, but he planned on having 7 girls. His parents had only boys, so he felt, girls were in his future. Now, how he came up with the number 7, I have no idea.
As time, and our story continues, of course Greg and Dawn got married. They only had 3 girls however. Keara was nice enough to add two daughters, only they have 'grand' preceeding the daughter. Then Nemiha was good enough to slip in another which made the number thing begin to take on some real serious fact. Wouldn't you just know it, Shayla did her part. Her first born was a girl too. That would fill the number out. Three daughters and 4 grand daughters. What a happy man!.
In telling this story I certainly wouldn't want to leave the impression that Greg does not think the world and all of his 'boys'. Any one who has been around Greg as a Dad or a Grand Dad knows he is not partial. The 'boys' are a sheer delight, all their own. It was just that Greg did not, in any way, envision 'boys' in his future. What a great joy and surprise he has had with the young men that have graced his family.
In case you were really keeping count, Greg has 1 son, 3 sons-in-laws and 4 grand sons. Which means the boys to date do out number the girls by l.
Now I don't think in the least that bothers Greg. A Super Dad and just about the bestest Grand Dad any kid could have, he is happy with the numbers - any, and all of them that is!
Now a side light of this tale. It makes me just about the happiest of Grand Mothers and Great Grand Mothers around these parts by the name of Rosenberg. Just a tiny speck in the making of this grand aray of a family. I'll happily take my place, and appreciate the opportunity that is mine to love and claim them all. Big, medium, small or otherwise. They are all pretty darn special to me.
As Latter-day Saints we preach that Families Are Forever, and as the Scriptures testify - one is truly blessed when they have a 'quiver full'. The number I have tagged onto my Family Tree may not be as large as some, but they are each one numbered, listed and loved to the max. This is Labor Day Week-end and the Seventh Daughter was blessed by her Father and given her name and blessing. I couldn't be present, but my heart was there, and I am so thrilled to have seen the pictures of the family who were able to be there. The most important ones, of course.
Another page in the journal of my life and times. What a joy to share with those whom I love and appreciate.
Written this 6th day of September 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Monday, August 30, 2010
I Can't Dance, Don't Ask Me!
That is what he would tell you if you asked. I believe I have told you, already, that Jay had no rythum. Along with the fact that he lacked a great deal of confidence when it came to any talent he might have. So when it came to dancing, he was quick to opt out. That was really sad for me because I was a dancer from away back. Bless his heart, he did try when we were places that not dancing was pretty noticeable. I remember the first time he took me to such a place. It was painful for him, but he did try to put 'his best foot forward'. Not that we danced all that long, but he did give it a great 'try'.
It wasn't until we moved to Taft and met some new people, and you know at this point in time, I can't remember just how we got acquainted? Well, enough to say we did get acquainted and they were big on Square Dancing. The trick with that is you follow the 'caller'. Jay could do that, so we became envolved in a Square Dance club called the 'Derek Squares'. Well, what would you expect from Taft?
We belonged to that Club for quite a long while. I made Jay western shirts and my dress out of the same material. We were pretty snappy looking, even if I do say so myself. I don't know just how much Jay enjoyed it, but he did get to be pretty fair at it. He was always happy when some other fella would ask me to join a Square and let him set out and watch. We did a lot of traveling with that Club. It was fun, at least as long as it lasted. I don't remember just why we quit. That was long enough ago that it isn't all that important.
This is just another of those things I remembered about Jay that I thought might be of interest to the family. He had such a wonderful sence of humor once he got past his shyness. Most people felt he was a bit conceited when they first met him, but it was just his reluctance to be in unfamiliar company that made him seem that way. Once he got to know a person, his personality would blossom, and in most instances a great friendship would develope.
Written this 30th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
It wasn't until we moved to Taft and met some new people, and you know at this point in time, I can't remember just how we got acquainted? Well, enough to say we did get acquainted and they were big on Square Dancing. The trick with that is you follow the 'caller'. Jay could do that, so we became envolved in a Square Dance club called the 'Derek Squares'. Well, what would you expect from Taft?
We belonged to that Club for quite a long while. I made Jay western shirts and my dress out of the same material. We were pretty snappy looking, even if I do say so myself. I don't know just how much Jay enjoyed it, but he did get to be pretty fair at it. He was always happy when some other fella would ask me to join a Square and let him set out and watch. We did a lot of traveling with that Club. It was fun, at least as long as it lasted. I don't remember just why we quit. That was long enough ago that it isn't all that important.
This is just another of those things I remembered about Jay that I thought might be of interest to the family. He had such a wonderful sence of humor once he got past his shyness. Most people felt he was a bit conceited when they first met him, but it was just his reluctance to be in unfamiliar company that made him seem that way. Once he got to know a person, his personality would blossom, and in most instances a great friendship would develope.
Written this 30th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Did You Say Laugh? HicUp!
That was a fore gone. Get Jay to laugh hard and he would always get the 'hicups'. What would bring it on the quickest of course was to grab one of his knees. I have no idea why that was, but it became one of the great challenges between Jay and his daughter Dawn.
How many times I heard: "Charmaine, make her stop" (laugh, hicup!)
The two of them would struggle - Jay trying to keep his knee or knees out of her grasp and she trying to get beyond his grasp. For a long time his arms were long enough to help, but it wasn't any time until Dawn was able to get past the arms to gain access to one of Jays' knees.
Those two seemed to always find a way to torment each other, in a playful way. I generally ended up between the one who was teasing and the one being teased. They both had been endowed with the Rosenberg Tease Gene it seemed.
You had to have a strong hold on your control capabilities when you were around any of the Rosenbergs'. The whole family were at their greatest heights when they could tease someone. If they got the goat of their target, they were only more determined to continue teasing. I soon learned after marrying Jay, I couldn't give into their torment. I think the one that I aggrevated the most was Uncle Angus. He had a none stop tease. When I learned he hated to be 'bested', I turned it back, and he would stop, grunt, and walk away. We became great friends, but the tease was no longer fun, so he never bothered me after his first defeat. I could carry on with Uncle Harvey for hours, he was such a 'dear'. Love him still to this day!
I have never known anyone else who was subject to hicups from laughing. Probably just as well. It is such a tender memory of such a loving person. Jay was slow to anger, but when he did get mad, look out. The rest of the time he was a gentle giant. Laughter, Hicups and all!
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by Eileen Rosenberg
How many times I heard: "Charmaine, make her stop" (laugh, hicup!)
The two of them would struggle - Jay trying to keep his knee or knees out of her grasp and she trying to get beyond his grasp. For a long time his arms were long enough to help, but it wasn't any time until Dawn was able to get past the arms to gain access to one of Jays' knees.
Those two seemed to always find a way to torment each other, in a playful way. I generally ended up between the one who was teasing and the one being teased. They both had been endowed with the Rosenberg Tease Gene it seemed.
You had to have a strong hold on your control capabilities when you were around any of the Rosenbergs'. The whole family were at their greatest heights when they could tease someone. If they got the goat of their target, they were only more determined to continue teasing. I soon learned after marrying Jay, I couldn't give into their torment. I think the one that I aggrevated the most was Uncle Angus. He had a none stop tease. When I learned he hated to be 'bested', I turned it back, and he would stop, grunt, and walk away. We became great friends, but the tease was no longer fun, so he never bothered me after his first defeat. I could carry on with Uncle Harvey for hours, he was such a 'dear'. Love him still to this day!
I have never known anyone else who was subject to hicups from laughing. Probably just as well. It is such a tender memory of such a loving person. Jay was slow to anger, but when he did get mad, look out. The rest of the time he was a gentle giant. Laughter, Hicups and all!
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by Eileen Rosenberg
This Could Be A Repeat?
I have written so many stories over the past two years that I am not sure just what has been 'Blogged On'. In any case, I am impressed to jot down a line or two about our having the joy of keeping the "Taft Mission Home".
Paul was in England on his Mission when we found ourselves hosting a number of Missionaries from the Los Angeles, California Mission. The Mission at the time covered most, if not all of California at the time. That would have been 1967-1969. Our home soon became the 'safe haven' for the Young Men who came to Taft, California for a space of time on their Call. At first it was for a meal, or a rest and drink of cool water. It got hot in Taft, and riding around town, even though Taft on a bike wasn't all that enjoyable, it did get tiring. Fortunately where we lived was down hill from town, so getting to our place was just a bit easier.
Our laundry was in the garage. There was a 'breezeway' between the house and the garage, so the Missionaries could bring their laundry down and set in the shade of the breezeway while they waited for the wash and dry cycles to finish.
The Missionaries were not allowed to swim, but on the hot afternoons they would come by to set on the edge of the pool and dangle their hot feet in the cool water. The clothes lines were on the main side of the pool, so they could set on the cement slab under the clotes lines. I would drap a sheet or large towel over the lines so they were in the shade. On a day when the heat was in the 110-112 degree range, that was a real treat! Of course the two small dogs were the main 'life guards' on the property, so everyone stayed 'safe'.
I remember the Mission Presidents Assts. coming to check us out after the reports got back about the 'Rosenbergs place'. Dawn was about 13 at the time, and the family checked out apparently because they made our place a holding area for a Missionary as he waited for his Companion change. You see we were 50 miles from Bakersfield. You couldn't get to Taft from Los Angeles by Bus, the Missionaries had to come to Bakersfield and then be brought by the Zone Leaders to Taft. When Assignment Changes were made, some one of the Ward Members took the Missionary being Transferred to Bakersfield for the Bus to his next destination. The single remaining Missionary was assigned to Jay for the time it took to get the New replacement to Taft.
The longest we had to wait was until very late one evening. We had had a Missionary with us all day, and all evening. When finally the door bell rang, it was bedtime, both Missionaries were tired. The in coming Missionary was wet, it had been raining most of the day, and he was funny looking. He was wearing an Overcoat from the Army Surplus store. His hair was ruffed up and his glasses were streaked with rain droplets. He was leaning against the door jam with his suit case in one hand. Wearily he said: Elder Webster reporting! I quickly said: "Daniel I presume?" From then until he left us he was "Danny". His real name was really 'Byron'.
We spent happy times, discouraging times, serious times, hopeful times, and greatful times with many youngmen over those years. Times I would not ever regret or change. The Missionaries were not allowed to call home but a couple of times a year. Mothers Day and Christmas as I recall. One Elder learned his Mother was serious ill and going in for surgery she might not live through. He spent some tearful and sad moments with us. I worried about the young man and his torment. The day the surgery was to be performed, I made sure he was at our home for dinner. When they had finished eating and before they left, I excused myself and went into the living room where our phone was and called his Dad. When I had made contact, I stepped into the family room and told the Elder he had a phone call. When he returned he was crying and smiling and thanking us for the relief he had received. His mother had survived the surgery and was going to be fine. During the next month, that same Elder was called to the phone for a couple updates and talks with his mother.
This same Elder received a 'dear John' while he was in the area. There were some pretty depressing sessions with him then too. I assured him that 'the right one' never gets away. He wasn't totally convinced, but given some heart to carry on with his Mission and be successful in a number of other areas before he returned home. We received a Wedding Invitation from him some time after he returned to his home, in which a note had been placed. It confirmed my council that 'the right one' hadn't gotten away after all! Adding a 'thank you' for giving him the right answer.
We had the opportunity to assist a number of the Missionaries in a number of ways. Laudry, food, relaxation, even permission to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us in our home. What a special treat that was for everyone. I mended, turned collars and cuffs on white shirts so they would look good for the few weeks left in a Mission. We mailed packages home and received some for Holidays or Birthdays. The phone was available when calls were permitted. Well, and in an emergency for both Missionary and Family. I don't regret those times when I bent a little. We maintained the rules on all other occasions and never broke confidence with the Mission President when changes and new assignments were called for. In a small town like Taft there arose some problems with the young ladies that needed attention. Our home became the place where such things were addressed and taken care of. We even had one Missionary who was quickly removed and replaced once a baptism was finished. He wasn't there for the Confirmation even. That same Elder is now related by marriage to our youngest Grand Daughter. What a small world. Oh, and the young lady who he baptized, never came to Church once she learned he wasn't there anymore. Smart move on the Missions part. Bad choice for the young lady!
Paul came home from his Mission and the Missionaries were there for a while longer, but there was not much going on in Taft, so the Missionaries were taken out of the area, and the Mission Home was closed. I missed the Missionaries. Our laundry costs dropped and so did our food bills, but I would have gladly continued them if the Missionaries would have stayed around.
There is nothing as rewarding as having Missionaries in your home. They are such special young people and so happy to lend a hand when and where needed. I never had the opportunity to serve when I was young. Neither did Jay, but we both had the opportunity when we were older, and I believe I can honestly say, we both gained far more than we ever gave.
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Paul was in England on his Mission when we found ourselves hosting a number of Missionaries from the Los Angeles, California Mission. The Mission at the time covered most, if not all of California at the time. That would have been 1967-1969. Our home soon became the 'safe haven' for the Young Men who came to Taft, California for a space of time on their Call. At first it was for a meal, or a rest and drink of cool water. It got hot in Taft, and riding around town, even though Taft on a bike wasn't all that enjoyable, it did get tiring. Fortunately where we lived was down hill from town, so getting to our place was just a bit easier.
Our laundry was in the garage. There was a 'breezeway' between the house and the garage, so the Missionaries could bring their laundry down and set in the shade of the breezeway while they waited for the wash and dry cycles to finish.
The Missionaries were not allowed to swim, but on the hot afternoons they would come by to set on the edge of the pool and dangle their hot feet in the cool water. The clothes lines were on the main side of the pool, so they could set on the cement slab under the clotes lines. I would drap a sheet or large towel over the lines so they were in the shade. On a day when the heat was in the 110-112 degree range, that was a real treat! Of course the two small dogs were the main 'life guards' on the property, so everyone stayed 'safe'.
I remember the Mission Presidents Assts. coming to check us out after the reports got back about the 'Rosenbergs place'. Dawn was about 13 at the time, and the family checked out apparently because they made our place a holding area for a Missionary as he waited for his Companion change. You see we were 50 miles from Bakersfield. You couldn't get to Taft from Los Angeles by Bus, the Missionaries had to come to Bakersfield and then be brought by the Zone Leaders to Taft. When Assignment Changes were made, some one of the Ward Members took the Missionary being Transferred to Bakersfield for the Bus to his next destination. The single remaining Missionary was assigned to Jay for the time it took to get the New replacement to Taft.
The longest we had to wait was until very late one evening. We had had a Missionary with us all day, and all evening. When finally the door bell rang, it was bedtime, both Missionaries were tired. The in coming Missionary was wet, it had been raining most of the day, and he was funny looking. He was wearing an Overcoat from the Army Surplus store. His hair was ruffed up and his glasses were streaked with rain droplets. He was leaning against the door jam with his suit case in one hand. Wearily he said: Elder Webster reporting! I quickly said: "Daniel I presume?" From then until he left us he was "Danny". His real name was really 'Byron'.
We spent happy times, discouraging times, serious times, hopeful times, and greatful times with many youngmen over those years. Times I would not ever regret or change. The Missionaries were not allowed to call home but a couple of times a year. Mothers Day and Christmas as I recall. One Elder learned his Mother was serious ill and going in for surgery she might not live through. He spent some tearful and sad moments with us. I worried about the young man and his torment. The day the surgery was to be performed, I made sure he was at our home for dinner. When they had finished eating and before they left, I excused myself and went into the living room where our phone was and called his Dad. When I had made contact, I stepped into the family room and told the Elder he had a phone call. When he returned he was crying and smiling and thanking us for the relief he had received. His mother had survived the surgery and was going to be fine. During the next month, that same Elder was called to the phone for a couple updates and talks with his mother.
This same Elder received a 'dear John' while he was in the area. There were some pretty depressing sessions with him then too. I assured him that 'the right one' never gets away. He wasn't totally convinced, but given some heart to carry on with his Mission and be successful in a number of other areas before he returned home. We received a Wedding Invitation from him some time after he returned to his home, in which a note had been placed. It confirmed my council that 'the right one' hadn't gotten away after all! Adding a 'thank you' for giving him the right answer.
We had the opportunity to assist a number of the Missionaries in a number of ways. Laudry, food, relaxation, even permission to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us in our home. What a special treat that was for everyone. I mended, turned collars and cuffs on white shirts so they would look good for the few weeks left in a Mission. We mailed packages home and received some for Holidays or Birthdays. The phone was available when calls were permitted. Well, and in an emergency for both Missionary and Family. I don't regret those times when I bent a little. We maintained the rules on all other occasions and never broke confidence with the Mission President when changes and new assignments were called for. In a small town like Taft there arose some problems with the young ladies that needed attention. Our home became the place where such things were addressed and taken care of. We even had one Missionary who was quickly removed and replaced once a baptism was finished. He wasn't there for the Confirmation even. That same Elder is now related by marriage to our youngest Grand Daughter. What a small world. Oh, and the young lady who he baptized, never came to Church once she learned he wasn't there anymore. Smart move on the Missions part. Bad choice for the young lady!
Paul came home from his Mission and the Missionaries were there for a while longer, but there was not much going on in Taft, so the Missionaries were taken out of the area, and the Mission Home was closed. I missed the Missionaries. Our laundry costs dropped and so did our food bills, but I would have gladly continued them if the Missionaries would have stayed around.
There is nothing as rewarding as having Missionaries in your home. They are such special young people and so happy to lend a hand when and where needed. I never had the opportunity to serve when I was young. Neither did Jay, but we both had the opportunity when we were older, and I believe I can honestly say, we both gained far more than we ever gave.
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Keara, Granny and Uno
Keara was about 9 when Granny passed away, so she may not remember the times when Granny would come for visits. I don't even remember how old Keara was at the time. I only know that Keara was a whiz at the game of Uno. As I recall she was tiny enough not to need a chair to set at the Coffee Table and play the game, with who ever she might 'con' into playing with her. Granny, of course, was always a push over. Keara would naturally win the game with Granny chuckling that she couldn't possible win because Keara 'cheated'.
I tried playing with her too, and I could only claim my own inability to master the game to the fact the 'kid' has 'cheated! This would bring on a disclaimer from Keara. She didn't have to cheat, she was JUST THAT GOOD!
Granny loved her Great Grand Children. I think her visits with the Slane Family were some of her most choice times. There were always a great many things to do with the children, and she never seemed to tire of spending quality time with them. Before she would head out for her visits, she always looked forward to playing games with the 'kids'. For a long time of course that was Keara, but as the other children came along she enjoyed them as well.
Granny passed away the August before Shayla was born in March. That would have been when Gower was about 4 and Nemiha about 1 year old. I can hardly believe it has been that long ago. Time seems to fly by and without taking the time to think on things that have brought such joy into our lives, we forget about how 'long ago' that really had been.
I don't imagine Keara plays much Uno these days, but I am sure her children have learned the game, and with her expertise', she certainly has taught them well how to master the game.
I guess that is one thing the Slane Family has always been good at is playing games. Something that seems to have been passed down to the extended family as the years have 'rolled by'. How fortunate to have had those times to remember when the generations have been able to join in something that would bring closeness and enjoyment at the same time. I don't recall so many games being available when we were kids, but we did have Checkers and Dominos early on. Then of course came Chinese Checkers and Monopoly. We did play a lot of Monopoly. We played some card games as well. I remember hours of Solitaire and Fish. I was never really good at any of the other card games. Not enough concentration. That seemed to be my problem. I just couldn't follow the cards.
That may have been the secret of Kearas' success. She could remember what had been played and managed her cards well, but she was so young, one would wonder how she developed such a talent. It matters not, we had such fun being beat by her that the 'how' never dulled the fact 'she did' and 'she could' beat us so badly!
If you don't remember that Keara - sorry, because we did have such great times. Granny, Keara and Grandma "R".
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I tried playing with her too, and I could only claim my own inability to master the game to the fact the 'kid' has 'cheated! This would bring on a disclaimer from Keara. She didn't have to cheat, she was JUST THAT GOOD!
Granny loved her Great Grand Children. I think her visits with the Slane Family were some of her most choice times. There were always a great many things to do with the children, and she never seemed to tire of spending quality time with them. Before she would head out for her visits, she always looked forward to playing games with the 'kids'. For a long time of course that was Keara, but as the other children came along she enjoyed them as well.
Granny passed away the August before Shayla was born in March. That would have been when Gower was about 4 and Nemiha about 1 year old. I can hardly believe it has been that long ago. Time seems to fly by and without taking the time to think on things that have brought such joy into our lives, we forget about how 'long ago' that really had been.
I don't imagine Keara plays much Uno these days, but I am sure her children have learned the game, and with her expertise', she certainly has taught them well how to master the game.
I guess that is one thing the Slane Family has always been good at is playing games. Something that seems to have been passed down to the extended family as the years have 'rolled by'. How fortunate to have had those times to remember when the generations have been able to join in something that would bring closeness and enjoyment at the same time. I don't recall so many games being available when we were kids, but we did have Checkers and Dominos early on. Then of course came Chinese Checkers and Monopoly. We did play a lot of Monopoly. We played some card games as well. I remember hours of Solitaire and Fish. I was never really good at any of the other card games. Not enough concentration. That seemed to be my problem. I just couldn't follow the cards.
That may have been the secret of Kearas' success. She could remember what had been played and managed her cards well, but she was so young, one would wonder how she developed such a talent. It matters not, we had such fun being beat by her that the 'how' never dulled the fact 'she did' and 'she could' beat us so badly!
If you don't remember that Keara - sorry, because we did have such great times. Granny, Keara and Grandma "R".
Written this 21st day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Have you ever wondered?
I guess just about everyone has at one time or another. For me it has been, over the past 50 some years: "why me?". Of all the people who have been born into this world, why was I lucky enough to be born in this Country. Why was I able to move from Ohio to California and meet a native of the State, by some giant coincidence, the only one in his family not born in Utah. Making the miracle that could find my 'eternal future'? Why?
My Dad was born in England and my Mother the only one in her family born in Iowa. Why was that? How was it, that they happened to meet on a blind date in Ohio? So many questions, and yet such interesting happenings that brought everyone together at just the right time and in the very place that all these 'happenings' could happen!
In doing our Family History, I have found that through my Maternal Lines we have a number of ancestors who came over on the Mayflower and were signers on the Mayflower Compact. That is pretty interesting stuff. I sort of thought that curious; seeings I believed some of the Grand Parents may have come from France, but I have not varified that bit of information so far.
What a slim possiblity to have more than one member on any Ancestrial Line who could be traced back to such a Historical Event. Only recently I had read about the trip from England by those on the Mayflower and how they were bound for the Virginia Colony. There they felt they would be entering in with settlers who had established a government and were organized successfully. However, a storm blew them over 800 miles North of their desired landing site. When they realized this they quickly organized themselves and wrote the 'Mayflower Compact'. This would be their govenment and bind them together. They did not set foot on land until they were sure they could work together in difficulty and prosperity.
Imagine their surprise when they did land and found a lone man from a tribe of Indians, the sole survivor it turned out. The biggest surprise, he greeted them in their own language. I just learned today that this Indian had been captured and taken as a prisoner to England where he had learned the English language and had found his way back home, only to learn his entire tribe has been wiped out by a plague.
That may not seem like so much of a 'big thing' to most, but to me it opened avenues of thought I had not had before. Here were some of my own ancestors who had left their homes, under went a great challenge to travel by sea to a land they knew nothing about. When they were met with the problem of being miles from where they had planned to be, they quickly made sure they could be successful once they started a Colony in this 'wilderness'. There awaited them someone who could help them in so many ways. Point out where to make their first settlement. How to get water and food. How to find the things they would need to help with these first important challenges. (What kind of a blessing was that?)
The Virginia Colony had nearly starved to death before they recieved help from a ship that was bringing more settlers. They had lost most of their original group in their struggles. Had these Mayflower Pilgrims made it to Virginia they would have had a great deal more to face than they found in the uncharted place they actually came to. Think about it. So many whys?
The Lord knows each of us, He knows what is good for us. It is his Plan and His desire for each of us to be 'happy' to be 'successful' and to accomplish all that is in our power to accomplish. We know that nothing can come from nothing, so it should be no surprise to learn that from the tiniest of steps things are moved forward, or as the Scriptures tell us, weakness is what brings forth great strength.
My lines could have brought me almost any place, but it was not ment to bring me just 'any place'. It was ment to bring me 'in time' and to THE 'place' where I too might accomplish all that I am ment to be and to accomplish. It was not by accident, but by a 'devine design'. Something that I had not given a thought to before. What a revelation! When we are told in the Scirptures that He knows even when a Sparrow falls, or that He has 'dressed' a Lilly fairer than - -, well that should open our eyes to just how special each of us really are.
Today we hear of people who suffer from 'depression' and lack any faith in themselves. It brings to mind some things I have heard over the years. "If you knew who you really were, you would be amazed". Well, I don't know, but I am beginning to realize that the depth of me and the bredth of me is far more than I had given thought to and am just now seeing that it took a great deal to bring me here, and I should be more sure of where I wind up. I have, for a long time, had a strong testimony, but as I set here now and write about this new 'revelation' gleaned from reading and a TV program, I am inspired!
Another question, why now? At such an advanced age, why am I given such an insight as to 'how I got to where I am'. I may not know this side of 'eternity', but I am happy to realize that those who made my journey possible in the way it has played out, are finally revealed to me. No longer just characters in a book, or names on a Pedigree Chart. They are real, and have been guided in THEIR lives, as I know I have been in MINE. If we had been 'valiant' in pre-earth life, we earned a place in the 'Saturday Night' of time. We are not an accident that had waited generations to happen. No, we are where we earned our right to be. Others have gone before who laid out a way for us, ME, to 'full fill our destiny'.
Which brings us to the BIG question: "what am I doing to full fill it?"
Looking back, I can see I made a few right choices, but also see a number of choices I am not at all happy about making. I guess we will all have some of those. The time that remains must be used more wisely and put to more valueable endeavors. Maybe there will be someone down MY line who will need a similar inspiration to help them 'get along'. No wonder we are encouraged to look after our ancestors, to gather their names and submit them to the Temples to have their work completed. We are one BIG FAMILY and need to be joined together.
I have long been aware that those for whom we do their work, will be waiting to greet us as we cross over into immortality. I have had a number of experiences doing the work to know when they accept what is being done for them. How much more eager will I be, to thank those who made: "My Turn On Earth" possible. I am aware of them, and by name. How wonderful!
Written this 18th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
My Dad was born in England and my Mother the only one in her family born in Iowa. Why was that? How was it, that they happened to meet on a blind date in Ohio? So many questions, and yet such interesting happenings that brought everyone together at just the right time and in the very place that all these 'happenings' could happen!
In doing our Family History, I have found that through my Maternal Lines we have a number of ancestors who came over on the Mayflower and were signers on the Mayflower Compact. That is pretty interesting stuff. I sort of thought that curious; seeings I believed some of the Grand Parents may have come from France, but I have not varified that bit of information so far.
What a slim possiblity to have more than one member on any Ancestrial Line who could be traced back to such a Historical Event. Only recently I had read about the trip from England by those on the Mayflower and how they were bound for the Virginia Colony. There they felt they would be entering in with settlers who had established a government and were organized successfully. However, a storm blew them over 800 miles North of their desired landing site. When they realized this they quickly organized themselves and wrote the 'Mayflower Compact'. This would be their govenment and bind them together. They did not set foot on land until they were sure they could work together in difficulty and prosperity.
Imagine their surprise when they did land and found a lone man from a tribe of Indians, the sole survivor it turned out. The biggest surprise, he greeted them in their own language. I just learned today that this Indian had been captured and taken as a prisoner to England where he had learned the English language and had found his way back home, only to learn his entire tribe has been wiped out by a plague.
That may not seem like so much of a 'big thing' to most, but to me it opened avenues of thought I had not had before. Here were some of my own ancestors who had left their homes, under went a great challenge to travel by sea to a land they knew nothing about. When they were met with the problem of being miles from where they had planned to be, they quickly made sure they could be successful once they started a Colony in this 'wilderness'. There awaited them someone who could help them in so many ways. Point out where to make their first settlement. How to get water and food. How to find the things they would need to help with these first important challenges. (What kind of a blessing was that?)
The Virginia Colony had nearly starved to death before they recieved help from a ship that was bringing more settlers. They had lost most of their original group in their struggles. Had these Mayflower Pilgrims made it to Virginia they would have had a great deal more to face than they found in the uncharted place they actually came to. Think about it. So many whys?
The Lord knows each of us, He knows what is good for us. It is his Plan and His desire for each of us to be 'happy' to be 'successful' and to accomplish all that is in our power to accomplish. We know that nothing can come from nothing, so it should be no surprise to learn that from the tiniest of steps things are moved forward, or as the Scriptures tell us, weakness is what brings forth great strength.
My lines could have brought me almost any place, but it was not ment to bring me just 'any place'. It was ment to bring me 'in time' and to THE 'place' where I too might accomplish all that I am ment to be and to accomplish. It was not by accident, but by a 'devine design'. Something that I had not given a thought to before. What a revelation! When we are told in the Scirptures that He knows even when a Sparrow falls, or that He has 'dressed' a Lilly fairer than - -, well that should open our eyes to just how special each of us really are.
Today we hear of people who suffer from 'depression' and lack any faith in themselves. It brings to mind some things I have heard over the years. "If you knew who you really were, you would be amazed". Well, I don't know, but I am beginning to realize that the depth of me and the bredth of me is far more than I had given thought to and am just now seeing that it took a great deal to bring me here, and I should be more sure of where I wind up. I have, for a long time, had a strong testimony, but as I set here now and write about this new 'revelation' gleaned from reading and a TV program, I am inspired!
Another question, why now? At such an advanced age, why am I given such an insight as to 'how I got to where I am'. I may not know this side of 'eternity', but I am happy to realize that those who made my journey possible in the way it has played out, are finally revealed to me. No longer just characters in a book, or names on a Pedigree Chart. They are real, and have been guided in THEIR lives, as I know I have been in MINE. If we had been 'valiant' in pre-earth life, we earned a place in the 'Saturday Night' of time. We are not an accident that had waited generations to happen. No, we are where we earned our right to be. Others have gone before who laid out a way for us, ME, to 'full fill our destiny'.
Which brings us to the BIG question: "what am I doing to full fill it?"
Looking back, I can see I made a few right choices, but also see a number of choices I am not at all happy about making. I guess we will all have some of those. The time that remains must be used more wisely and put to more valueable endeavors. Maybe there will be someone down MY line who will need a similar inspiration to help them 'get along'. No wonder we are encouraged to look after our ancestors, to gather their names and submit them to the Temples to have their work completed. We are one BIG FAMILY and need to be joined together.
I have long been aware that those for whom we do their work, will be waiting to greet us as we cross over into immortality. I have had a number of experiences doing the work to know when they accept what is being done for them. How much more eager will I be, to thank those who made: "My Turn On Earth" possible. I am aware of them, and by name. How wonderful!
Written this 18th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Monday, August 16, 2010
Jay Could Cook
That's right. Jaybird loved being in the kitchen. In fact, I think it was the main reason Dawn learned to cook. I never had the patience to stay with it. Jay was a 'cook book' guy. I never liked to use one myself. Just stick with the standard stuff. I hate baking cookies. Jay loved to bake. In fact, he would spend time in the kitchen baking or making candy. He was great at both. Oh, and fruitcakes. He loved Fruitcake!
When I retired he would have dinner on the table waiting when I got home. Not just meat and potatoes. No, he would have a beautiful salad before the main course. He wasn't much for cassaroles. He would eat them, but they were not his favorites. I could put a 'pull together' meal and he would not say anything until after it was over. If he liked it he would say: 'ya it wasn't bad'. If he didn't care for it he would simple say:
'don't make that again'. Of course I never did.
I believe he started working with Dawn when she was around 5 or 6. They would spend hours in the kitchen working on one thing or another. Well, they would work together on about any project when it comes down to it. But I believe the one thing that Jay enjoyed most was having the kitchen to himself to just work at something that the whole family would enjoy. One Christmas I remember we were attending a cooking class weekly at one of the appliance stores, or was it a night school, heck, I don't remember. Anyway he got it in his head to make fancy liquere. We spent weeks looking for special decanters to put the stuff in. For not being a drinker, it was quite a project. He got all the ingredients and then had the recipes to put it together. He was still working at the time, and this was for gift giving to some of the other 'Bandits' and of course his 'Broker' who got work for him. Anyway, he worked for weeks on that project. I will have to admit it was more than he had expected it would be, but I believe he enjoyed it very much.
The Decanters looked beautiful, and it was even more appreciated knowing that he had especially made it for the receivers. He was always ready to take another class, and we did have some neat experiences. I was never the one to get excited about fancy cooking, but Jay loved learning all there was to know about herbs and various types of cooking skills.
You know looking back on it, Jay was more exposed to cooking from his Dad who cooked for the Sheep Herders when he was young. His folks were raised in the Utah area until they were much older, so had lived with gleaning from the fields and doing their canning and processing of the things they would hunt and fish. Maybe that was the nucleus of his envolvement. As for me, I was raised by two parents who were raised more in city areas and had very little to keep their families going. I don't know that they didn't can, etc. but it was never that big of a thing that I recall. Mom was a good cook, but it was very plain, probably because the family she came from wasn't use to any exciting menus. I know Mom had to learn how to cook some of the English dishes that Dad liked from his own home enviornment. Nothing fancy, just different. She was great at making Christmas Steamed puddings. She made Steak and Kidney pie. I couldn't stand the smell of it. I don't remember anyone but Dad eating it either, but then the boys may have been more adventurous than I was. Mom made her own Mince Meat at Christmas time, I believe that was English inspired. Of course she made her English Tarts, that Dawn and her girls have picked up on those. Personally I could never make a pie crust you could cut. Mine you couldn't move from the pan even with an axe. No, Jay didn't do pies either as I recall. He was a cake man. That and Cookies.
I have always been greatful that he was so happy in the kitchen. Not that I didn't cook, but knowing that when he had to it was never a problem for him. He would usually try something different that he had liked from some place else. Or, possibly some recipe that he had seen and was interested in trying. What ever, he was a good cook, and was the main inspiration for Dawn in the kitchen. I am happy that Paul was able to get some training along that line as well. Not from me, but when he was young and worked at one of the Resturants in the area where the cook took him under his wing and worked with him when they were short handed. He learned enough through those experiences that he was able to keep afloat while serving his Mission in England. He was strapped with their lack of grocery items over there, but his Dad would make up packages with useful things from home that would help him put some tasty meal together for himself and his companions.
The Rosenbergs Cooked - and that's the truth!
Written this 16th day of August
by: Eileen Rosenberg
When I retired he would have dinner on the table waiting when I got home. Not just meat and potatoes. No, he would have a beautiful salad before the main course. He wasn't much for cassaroles. He would eat them, but they were not his favorites. I could put a 'pull together' meal and he would not say anything until after it was over. If he liked it he would say: 'ya it wasn't bad'. If he didn't care for it he would simple say:
'don't make that again'. Of course I never did.
I believe he started working with Dawn when she was around 5 or 6. They would spend hours in the kitchen working on one thing or another. Well, they would work together on about any project when it comes down to it. But I believe the one thing that Jay enjoyed most was having the kitchen to himself to just work at something that the whole family would enjoy. One Christmas I remember we were attending a cooking class weekly at one of the appliance stores, or was it a night school, heck, I don't remember. Anyway he got it in his head to make fancy liquere. We spent weeks looking for special decanters to put the stuff in. For not being a drinker, it was quite a project. He got all the ingredients and then had the recipes to put it together. He was still working at the time, and this was for gift giving to some of the other 'Bandits' and of course his 'Broker' who got work for him. Anyway, he worked for weeks on that project. I will have to admit it was more than he had expected it would be, but I believe he enjoyed it very much.
The Decanters looked beautiful, and it was even more appreciated knowing that he had especially made it for the receivers. He was always ready to take another class, and we did have some neat experiences. I was never the one to get excited about fancy cooking, but Jay loved learning all there was to know about herbs and various types of cooking skills.
You know looking back on it, Jay was more exposed to cooking from his Dad who cooked for the Sheep Herders when he was young. His folks were raised in the Utah area until they were much older, so had lived with gleaning from the fields and doing their canning and processing of the things they would hunt and fish. Maybe that was the nucleus of his envolvement. As for me, I was raised by two parents who were raised more in city areas and had very little to keep their families going. I don't know that they didn't can, etc. but it was never that big of a thing that I recall. Mom was a good cook, but it was very plain, probably because the family she came from wasn't use to any exciting menus. I know Mom had to learn how to cook some of the English dishes that Dad liked from his own home enviornment. Nothing fancy, just different. She was great at making Christmas Steamed puddings. She made Steak and Kidney pie. I couldn't stand the smell of it. I don't remember anyone but Dad eating it either, but then the boys may have been more adventurous than I was. Mom made her own Mince Meat at Christmas time, I believe that was English inspired. Of course she made her English Tarts, that Dawn and her girls have picked up on those. Personally I could never make a pie crust you could cut. Mine you couldn't move from the pan even with an axe. No, Jay didn't do pies either as I recall. He was a cake man. That and Cookies.
I have always been greatful that he was so happy in the kitchen. Not that I didn't cook, but knowing that when he had to it was never a problem for him. He would usually try something different that he had liked from some place else. Or, possibly some recipe that he had seen and was interested in trying. What ever, he was a good cook, and was the main inspiration for Dawn in the kitchen. I am happy that Paul was able to get some training along that line as well. Not from me, but when he was young and worked at one of the Resturants in the area where the cook took him under his wing and worked with him when they were short handed. He learned enough through those experiences that he was able to keep afloat while serving his Mission in England. He was strapped with their lack of grocery items over there, but his Dad would make up packages with useful things from home that would help him put some tasty meal together for himself and his companions.
The Rosenbergs Cooked - and that's the truth!
Written this 16th day of August
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Friday, August 13, 2010
I Loved Daily Vacation Bible School
As you will recall, I was born in the East, and there is where my first recollection is of any religous education I received. We lived in Greensberg, Pennsylvania so I would have to have been around four years old at the time. The family, which means my brothers and myself went to a big Christian Church at the end of the Street we lived on. Or that is the way I remember it. We would walk to Church on Sunday mornings. I don't really recall the sermons, etc. however. What I do recall is they had Daily Vacation Bible School. There were tables that I sat at and we did all kinds of fun projects and learned the Stories from the Bible. I was fun being with the kids my age, and enjoying the classes.
We moved to California in 1935 where I attended Church with my Grand Father; who was Episcopalian. I don't recall the boys going, but I loved to go and set with Grand Father and hear him sing. He was a Tenor and had a wonderful voice. In fact, as I believe I have stated before, sang on the Radio for a time.
When Dad and Mom bought the house on Belgrave Avenue we, the boys and I, attended the little Church down the Street from us. It wasn't very big, but it too had Daily Vacation Bible School. I was 8 years old by then, and took a great interest in the things that were being taught. The Boys had made friends with Johnny Strong who had a shop around the corner from the Church where he sold Tennis Rackets. The shop was right across the street from some of the Tennis Courts at Huntington Park High School. Johnny hand strung the rackets and both the boys were fascinated by all he did. In fact, I believe both of them learned how to do it, and strung their own rackets. They would keep their rackets in a "press" so everything stayed in shape. We all played Tennis. After all, we lived right across from some of the other Courts at the High School. They would light them at night, so there was always some place to play, day or night.
But back to Daily Vacation Bible School. I believe most Christian Churchs have something that would follow along the same guide lines. They were planned for days when children were not in regular school. It was a perfect fill in for Summer as I recall. It lasted two weeks, and there were a lot of things I learned there that have helped me, even since I join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon). The Stories of the Bible have always been interesting to me, and I guess the basics that I learned in those various Summers has served me well in all the things I have studied and taught over the years.
Those young ladies who took the time to make up all the crafts we did and gave us so lovingly of their time, did not go un-noticed. Unfortunately I don't remember any of their names, but I do remember the things they taught me. Things that stayed with me when I was young and througout my teen years as well. Ground work that was helpful when I finally found the True Church and finally committed to being Baptized. Something that I had avoided until I was 23 years old. Now that was a long wait.
What one of the things those Summer Classes taught me, I believe, was dedication. When you take on a job, be dedicated and give it the very best you have. Of course my Dad and Mother taught me that as well. It was only reinforced by the other lessons I was able to learn.
I believe I was influenced by Johnny Strong as well. I spent a goodly amount of time with the boys in that shop. He was a wonderful young man. I think he and his wife took the three of us in because we were pretty much on our own when it came to Church attendance. Mom would come when and if one of us had a part on the Sunday program, other than that she wasn't a regular goer. Dad, well, he never attended - period. I guess you could say he was the first one to teach me something very solid about 'having your feelings hurt, or other wise effected' by something someone did or said at or about Church. Maybe that is why I am so hard headed when it comes to such things. For me, no one can 'run' me out. I may choose to leave, but in doing so, I only hurt myself. For the one thing I have learned over the years is, I am working out MY OWN Salvation and that means my staying is to keep me moving in the right direction. If someone else would vary my course, I would be the loser, not them. Soooo, I don't let what others do or say move me in that kind of a direction. Now, that does not mean in anyway that my feelings have not been hurt, or stepped on, from time to time but I can't let those things keep me from achieving my Eternal Goal. If I fall short, it is because I choose to fall short, not because I got side tracked by someone elses stupidity. I have never expected everyone to like me, and am not the least bit upset to find someone who doesn't. After all I have such feelings myself. I don't let them bother me and I hope I don't, on the other hand, bother them. My concern is that I am 'square' with the Lord. When I have made every determination that I am in the right with the Priesthood and the Lord, I can carry on. The hurt will go away if I don't 'feed it'. If I have been wrong, there is always repentance and seeking forgiveness for anything that might have been done in ignorance or non-intent. You can't always know how things are taken by others. We make the necessary adjustments and then we have to carry on. It is not the amount of times we stumble that count, it is the times we have the strength to get up, dust outselves off and keep moving that count. When we cease to move in the right direction we are sure to have missed the path, and set our goal further from our reach. There is not enough time to do those kinds of things. We need to keep striving to achieve. It is not how fast we go, but how steady we are in our pursuit.
It has been wisely said: "If you don't care where you are headed, it does not matter where you end up." I care where I am going, and have hope I will end up where I have been striving to be. Families are forever, and I certainly have been attached to a pretty wonderful bunch of folks, I would hate to miss when I arrive where I have set my course for.
I believe that those Daily Vacation Bible School classes were the beginning of the path I have been on all these years. I am greatful for all they added to my life. I am pleased to have been taught principles that have carried me over the rough spots of youth and grounded me well enough to not commit myself until I had arrived at the right place to make my commitment. I see new meaning in the words: "by simple things - are things made strong". Blessings not realized, but certainly not overlooked. 'I must have done SOMETHING good?' When, where, is not the question, but BECAUSE it is the way the Lord looks after us. When others may not see us, as we REALLY are, HE never misses it. This is very humbling. No wonder I Loved Daily Vacation Bible School!
Written this 13th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
We moved to California in 1935 where I attended Church with my Grand Father; who was Episcopalian. I don't recall the boys going, but I loved to go and set with Grand Father and hear him sing. He was a Tenor and had a wonderful voice. In fact, as I believe I have stated before, sang on the Radio for a time.
When Dad and Mom bought the house on Belgrave Avenue we, the boys and I, attended the little Church down the Street from us. It wasn't very big, but it too had Daily Vacation Bible School. I was 8 years old by then, and took a great interest in the things that were being taught. The Boys had made friends with Johnny Strong who had a shop around the corner from the Church where he sold Tennis Rackets. The shop was right across the street from some of the Tennis Courts at Huntington Park High School. Johnny hand strung the rackets and both the boys were fascinated by all he did. In fact, I believe both of them learned how to do it, and strung their own rackets. They would keep their rackets in a "press" so everything stayed in shape. We all played Tennis. After all, we lived right across from some of the other Courts at the High School. They would light them at night, so there was always some place to play, day or night.
But back to Daily Vacation Bible School. I believe most Christian Churchs have something that would follow along the same guide lines. They were planned for days when children were not in regular school. It was a perfect fill in for Summer as I recall. It lasted two weeks, and there were a lot of things I learned there that have helped me, even since I join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon). The Stories of the Bible have always been interesting to me, and I guess the basics that I learned in those various Summers has served me well in all the things I have studied and taught over the years.
Those young ladies who took the time to make up all the crafts we did and gave us so lovingly of their time, did not go un-noticed. Unfortunately I don't remember any of their names, but I do remember the things they taught me. Things that stayed with me when I was young and througout my teen years as well. Ground work that was helpful when I finally found the True Church and finally committed to being Baptized. Something that I had avoided until I was 23 years old. Now that was a long wait.
What one of the things those Summer Classes taught me, I believe, was dedication. When you take on a job, be dedicated and give it the very best you have. Of course my Dad and Mother taught me that as well. It was only reinforced by the other lessons I was able to learn.
I believe I was influenced by Johnny Strong as well. I spent a goodly amount of time with the boys in that shop. He was a wonderful young man. I think he and his wife took the three of us in because we were pretty much on our own when it came to Church attendance. Mom would come when and if one of us had a part on the Sunday program, other than that she wasn't a regular goer. Dad, well, he never attended - period. I guess you could say he was the first one to teach me something very solid about 'having your feelings hurt, or other wise effected' by something someone did or said at or about Church. Maybe that is why I am so hard headed when it comes to such things. For me, no one can 'run' me out. I may choose to leave, but in doing so, I only hurt myself. For the one thing I have learned over the years is, I am working out MY OWN Salvation and that means my staying is to keep me moving in the right direction. If someone else would vary my course, I would be the loser, not them. Soooo, I don't let what others do or say move me in that kind of a direction. Now, that does not mean in anyway that my feelings have not been hurt, or stepped on, from time to time but I can't let those things keep me from achieving my Eternal Goal. If I fall short, it is because I choose to fall short, not because I got side tracked by someone elses stupidity. I have never expected everyone to like me, and am not the least bit upset to find someone who doesn't. After all I have such feelings myself. I don't let them bother me and I hope I don't, on the other hand, bother them. My concern is that I am 'square' with the Lord. When I have made every determination that I am in the right with the Priesthood and the Lord, I can carry on. The hurt will go away if I don't 'feed it'. If I have been wrong, there is always repentance and seeking forgiveness for anything that might have been done in ignorance or non-intent. You can't always know how things are taken by others. We make the necessary adjustments and then we have to carry on. It is not the amount of times we stumble that count, it is the times we have the strength to get up, dust outselves off and keep moving that count. When we cease to move in the right direction we are sure to have missed the path, and set our goal further from our reach. There is not enough time to do those kinds of things. We need to keep striving to achieve. It is not how fast we go, but how steady we are in our pursuit.
It has been wisely said: "If you don't care where you are headed, it does not matter where you end up." I care where I am going, and have hope I will end up where I have been striving to be. Families are forever, and I certainly have been attached to a pretty wonderful bunch of folks, I would hate to miss when I arrive where I have set my course for.
I believe that those Daily Vacation Bible School classes were the beginning of the path I have been on all these years. I am greatful for all they added to my life. I am pleased to have been taught principles that have carried me over the rough spots of youth and grounded me well enough to not commit myself until I had arrived at the right place to make my commitment. I see new meaning in the words: "by simple things - are things made strong". Blessings not realized, but certainly not overlooked. 'I must have done SOMETHING good?' When, where, is not the question, but BECAUSE it is the way the Lord looks after us. When others may not see us, as we REALLY are, HE never misses it. This is very humbling. No wonder I Loved Daily Vacation Bible School!
Written this 13th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
When the Kids Were Little
It is fun remembering - even if many of the memories are cloudy and foggy - there are things back then that are pretty neat. When Paul was born, it was winter and we had to bundle him up when we left the apartment we were living in. Back then there were no 'car seats', well none like they have today. When he could set up there was a seat that 'hooked over the front seat of the car. Oh, yes, front car seats back then were all 'bench'. That ment we hooked that funny seat in between Jay and I. Not very 'safe' by todays standards, but they sure did a great job for us back then. Those were the days when every kid wore a cap of some kind to keep their ears warm. They also wore a sweater and was covered well with a blanket tucked in around them to keep them good and warm. Not the way you see the kids of today. Most of the poor little things, even from birth, seem to be devoid of blankets, hats, or something on their legs. No wonder so many are 'cranky'. We wore what they called 'sacques' on new borns. They had sleeves that could cover the hands and a draw string around the bottom so little feet couldn't kick them off. Of course we never had disposable diapers back then - the dark ages - so we used a water proof pad between the baby and their clothes. Kept them from being 'soaked through'. Back then we didn't have the fancy gripper snapped items so common today. My Mother did make 'cover alls' for the kids when they were older with gripper snaps down the legs. Some of the first I believe that were available, but they had to be home made items.
I guess every kid gets somekind of a 'handle' that fits them pretty well. For Paul it was "punkin". He was cute, blue eyed blonde and with the curliest hair you would ever see. In fact it use to bug me when we would go shopping - everyone thought He was a She. When we finally gave in and had those 'locks' cut off, there was no question after that what sex he was. He was a 'cute little boy'. Much to my satisfaction.
Dawn came along much later and so some things were changed, but not all that much. We still use the 'sacques' and other things. By now however they had brought out 'rubber pants' that weren't really rubber but a soft plastic that came in colors. They were elastic around the legs so they did a 'fare' job of keeping things dry. I hated to wear them on her though because they did make 'diaper rash' appear. Neither of us liked that very much. It is the name that she acquired that has been interesting to me. She learned very early how to climb out of her crib. I wonder now how she kept from breaking her neck, but she would manage her escape and then run into our room and get in bed between her and Daddy and me. The request soon came: "scratch my back". After that was taken care of the argument would start. I think I started it, now that I think about it, but it got pretty heavy between the two of us with a whole lot of giggling thrown in the mix. It went something like this: "He is My Daddy, and I had him first! No, He is My Daddy, and I had him first! This was naturally combined with each of us trying to hug him the most. Poor Jay, got some pretty heavy maulings while all this was going on. It was during these times that the name came into being. Once we would hear her I would say: "Oh No, here comes Scratch My Back Betty Bug". Play time insued and everyone had a great time. I guess Paul was old enough he rarely got envolved. Too much frolicing for him I would say.
How old was Dawn then? Oh, I guess between a year and half to two and a half.
You know I don't remember her ever wanting to sleep in our bed, but she was pretty happy if she got to take over Pauls' bed. With his being 6 years older than Dawn, there always seemed to be a plea of: "Mom, can't you get her out of here?" She never felt like she was too little to be included in his play time. She never knew a day when he was not going to school. He was in Kindergarden when she was born. By the time she was up and aware, he was in the first grade and gone most of the day. I guess that was why, when he was home, she wanted his total attention. Her eyes were not blue, but she had the same blonde hair, only minus the curls.
We had to wait a long time for her, with some problems she came with , all of which were safely and successfully taken care of. Thanks to Medical treatment and surgery. We have truly been a blessed family. I think the thing that was most pleasing for me was that Dawn and her Dad had such a great relationship. I had been fortunate enough to have such a relationship with my Dad and hoped the daughter that Jay had wanted so much, was as much a joy to him, and she was. They enjoyed doing things together and were always close. That too was a blessing!
Written this 10th day of August, 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I guess every kid gets somekind of a 'handle' that fits them pretty well. For Paul it was "punkin". He was cute, blue eyed blonde and with the curliest hair you would ever see. In fact it use to bug me when we would go shopping - everyone thought He was a She. When we finally gave in and had those 'locks' cut off, there was no question after that what sex he was. He was a 'cute little boy'. Much to my satisfaction.
Dawn came along much later and so some things were changed, but not all that much. We still use the 'sacques' and other things. By now however they had brought out 'rubber pants' that weren't really rubber but a soft plastic that came in colors. They were elastic around the legs so they did a 'fare' job of keeping things dry. I hated to wear them on her though because they did make 'diaper rash' appear. Neither of us liked that very much. It is the name that she acquired that has been interesting to me. She learned very early how to climb out of her crib. I wonder now how she kept from breaking her neck, but she would manage her escape and then run into our room and get in bed between her and Daddy and me. The request soon came: "scratch my back". After that was taken care of the argument would start. I think I started it, now that I think about it, but it got pretty heavy between the two of us with a whole lot of giggling thrown in the mix. It went something like this: "He is My Daddy, and I had him first! No, He is My Daddy, and I had him first! This was naturally combined with each of us trying to hug him the most. Poor Jay, got some pretty heavy maulings while all this was going on. It was during these times that the name came into being. Once we would hear her I would say: "Oh No, here comes Scratch My Back Betty Bug". Play time insued and everyone had a great time. I guess Paul was old enough he rarely got envolved. Too much frolicing for him I would say.
How old was Dawn then? Oh, I guess between a year and half to two and a half.
You know I don't remember her ever wanting to sleep in our bed, but she was pretty happy if she got to take over Pauls' bed. With his being 6 years older than Dawn, there always seemed to be a plea of: "Mom, can't you get her out of here?" She never felt like she was too little to be included in his play time. She never knew a day when he was not going to school. He was in Kindergarden when she was born. By the time she was up and aware, he was in the first grade and gone most of the day. I guess that was why, when he was home, she wanted his total attention. Her eyes were not blue, but she had the same blonde hair, only minus the curls.
We had to wait a long time for her, with some problems she came with , all of which were safely and successfully taken care of. Thanks to Medical treatment and surgery. We have truly been a blessed family. I think the thing that was most pleasing for me was that Dawn and her Dad had such a great relationship. I had been fortunate enough to have such a relationship with my Dad and hoped the daughter that Jay had wanted so much, was as much a joy to him, and she was. They enjoyed doing things together and were always close. That too was a blessing!
Written this 10th day of August, 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Day In Court
Well I really had a couple days in Court, the first time I don't care to Blog about. It was for the Auto Accident we were in, in 1952. We werent at fault, but the proceedings were most uncomforable. (It wasn't funny McGee!) This one, however, had some humor attached; that is what brought it to mind.
We were living in Anaheim, California at the time. Dawn had moved from Taft to be with us after the house sold. Her intentions had been to stay in Taft and work, she had a good job with the Telephone Company there. Things changed for her however, and she decided to come to Anaheim and find a job close to us.
She went to work for Voit a Part Time Agency and was placed as a Secretary in the Area. They liked her so she was put on full time, eventually.
It might help the story if I relate the fact she had a 'new car' which her Dad had made a deal on for her High School Graduation Present. It was her pride and joy. One morning on her way to work she was stopped at a red signal when she was hit from behind. I can't remember all of the details, but I do remember it cause her to be called into Court. The accident wasn't her fault, but I believe it had something to do with getting the guy or his Insurance to pay for the damages to her car.
She was a bit shakey about the whole thing so I went with her to the 'hearing'. This is where the humor comes on the scene. The Court was already in session where she was to appear. We walked into the Court Room and immediately caught the Judges attention. He began almost immediately to russle through the papers on his desk. He would then look up at us and go back to checking the papers again. I had to smile quite broadly. You see the Judge was our Stake President. With all the things he was handling in his Court Room that day, it had excaped him that someone from his group of Saints was due to appear. It was even the more humorous when he was perplexed when I was there, my name was no where apparently to be found. You see I was one of his Seminary Teachers at the time. He knew me well, but had not become acquainted with Dawn at that time.
He was relieved when the Case was brought before the Court and he understood just why we were there. We were not in trouble, we were just there for the Insurance Company to present their case for payment for the damages to Dawns' Car.
Things worked out for Dawn; and the Stake President was happy to see us after all. I know he must have had any number of other times when some one he was responsilbe for showed up in his Court Room, with some not being all that pleasant. It was kind of a shock to us as well. One hates to have to be 'in front' of their Stake President under such circumstances. He was a wonderful man, and I enjoyed working with him over many years while he was our Stake President and I was a Seminary Teacher.
Just another one of those moments when you are happy, to say the least, you are where you are for all the right reasons.
Written this 6th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
We were living in Anaheim, California at the time. Dawn had moved from Taft to be with us after the house sold. Her intentions had been to stay in Taft and work, she had a good job with the Telephone Company there. Things changed for her however, and she decided to come to Anaheim and find a job close to us.
She went to work for Voit a Part Time Agency and was placed as a Secretary in the Area. They liked her so she was put on full time, eventually.
It might help the story if I relate the fact she had a 'new car' which her Dad had made a deal on for her High School Graduation Present. It was her pride and joy. One morning on her way to work she was stopped at a red signal when she was hit from behind. I can't remember all of the details, but I do remember it cause her to be called into Court. The accident wasn't her fault, but I believe it had something to do with getting the guy or his Insurance to pay for the damages to her car.
She was a bit shakey about the whole thing so I went with her to the 'hearing'. This is where the humor comes on the scene. The Court was already in session where she was to appear. We walked into the Court Room and immediately caught the Judges attention. He began almost immediately to russle through the papers on his desk. He would then look up at us and go back to checking the papers again. I had to smile quite broadly. You see the Judge was our Stake President. With all the things he was handling in his Court Room that day, it had excaped him that someone from his group of Saints was due to appear. It was even the more humorous when he was perplexed when I was there, my name was no where apparently to be found. You see I was one of his Seminary Teachers at the time. He knew me well, but had not become acquainted with Dawn at that time.
He was relieved when the Case was brought before the Court and he understood just why we were there. We were not in trouble, we were just there for the Insurance Company to present their case for payment for the damages to Dawns' Car.
Things worked out for Dawn; and the Stake President was happy to see us after all. I know he must have had any number of other times when some one he was responsilbe for showed up in his Court Room, with some not being all that pleasant. It was kind of a shock to us as well. One hates to have to be 'in front' of their Stake President under such circumstances. He was a wonderful man, and I enjoyed working with him over many years while he was our Stake President and I was a Seminary Teacher.
Just another one of those moments when you are happy, to say the least, you are where you are for all the right reasons.
Written this 6th day of August 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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