The Window Through Which We Look

Picture taken by Whitey & worked in Photo Shop

I received this in an email from somebody that worked with me on my team down at the VA, but is now working at HAFB. This message says a lot in just a short paragraph.

A young couple moved into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they were eating breakfast, the young woman saw her neighbor hanging the wash outside. 'That laundry is not very clean,' she said. 'She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.' Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments. About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband, 'Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.' The husband said, 'I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.' ........ And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the window through which we look. And a good reminder not to judge unless you have looked within first.

IN MEMORY OF MY DAD

Clyde Spencer

Aug 7, 1928 - April 15, 2007

As I think back on this date 3 years ago, I remember thinking that I had just witnessed one of most miraculous things that can happen to a human being in their lifetime,..... ‘death’. I admit at that very moment when I watched my Dad slip away from us, all I could feel was sorrow. BUT (and it took a while) I realized that this thing called ‘death’ even though it was a bittersweet experience, it was mostly sweet. I finally came to the realization the way my Dad would have to live the rest of his life had he survived the accident, it was a blessing that he got to go. He was now with all of his loved ones that had passed on before him. What a reunion that must have been. I can just imagine him talking to all of them about all of us. And I am pretty sure he was telling them how proud he was (for the most part) of his ‘girls’ including Mom and Sue. He had lots of grandkids, great-grandkids and one great-great to tell them all about. I often think of the song sung by Paul Peterson on the Donna Reed show. Because I am not a son, but a daughter, I changed the words around a little bit. It goes like this:

My Dad
original words sung by: Paul Petersen

He wasn’t much in the eyes of the world

He never made history

No, he wasn't much in the eyes of the world

But he was the world to me

My dad, now here was a man

To me he was everything strong

No, he could do no wrong, my dad

My dad, now he understood

When I brought him troubles to share

Oh, he was always there, my dad

When I was small I felt ten feet tall

When I walked by his side

And everyone would say "That's his girl”

And my heart would burst with pride

My dad, oh I love him so

And I only hope that some day

My own son’s will say

"My grand-dad, now there was a man"

A Nursery Rhyme

Ladybug! Ladybug!

Fly away home.

Your house is on fire,

And your children all gone.

All except one,

And that's little Ann,

For she crept up under

The frying pan.

For being a nursery ryhme, this seems to be a bit sad. I think I need to find a different version, what about you?

Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away

I have decided I like ladybugs. I think they are cute. And they are good for the garden. Just thought I would share that fact with you all. Maybe possibly more to come on them, but then maybe not. Who knows.