<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Past @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link><description>(The Past) </description><copyright>Copyright 2008 primodonna.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 12:59:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>The Past @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><url>http://server1.blog-city.com/images/bc_v5_logo_small.gif</url><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link></image><ttl>360</ttl><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss</docs><item><title>A Great Church in Lawton</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_great_church_in_lawton.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_great_church_in_lawton.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fgreat%5Fchurch%5Fin%5Flawton</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">I just found out that a <a href="http://lostfart.blogspot.com/">fellow blogger&#39;s</a> son is going to be stationed at Fort Sill, Oklahoma.&nbsp; I&#39;m jumping ahead in the story of my life, but we were stationed at Fort Sill from 1982 to 1986.&nbsp; The mention of Fort Sill made me want to tell you about how we joined a church in Lawton, the town next to Fort Sill.</font></p><p><font size="3">We had just finished our assignment in Frantfurt, Germany, and were on our way to Fort Sill.&nbsp;&nbsp;My husband and I left the kids with my parents in Arkansas and drove to&nbsp;Fort Sill to find a place to live.&nbsp; It didn&#39;t take us long&nbsp;to find at&nbsp;house with three bedrooms and a&nbsp;fenced-in backyard that was close to an elementary school.&nbsp; On Friday, we went to a local furniture store to look for a much-needed couch.&nbsp; The saleslady who greeted us was very nice.&nbsp; While looking at couches, we told her that we were new in town and would be looking for a church.&nbsp; She invited us to come to her church--Westminster Presbyterian.&nbsp; Her husband was the interim paster there.&nbsp; And we were Presbyterian too!</font></p><p><font size="3">When we walked into the sanctuary&nbsp;two days later, there was the nice saleslady (named Bea) watching for us.&nbsp; She had saved a place for us.&nbsp; We ended up joining the church!</font></p><p><font size="3">Now jump even further ahead to our time in&nbsp;Hawaii.&nbsp; We joined a small Presbyterian church in Mililani.&nbsp; There was a class for people who were thinking about joining the church, which was lead by the pastor.&nbsp; For the first four classes, he asked what he called &quot;Quaker Questions.&quot;&nbsp; He didn&#39;t know why they were called that, maybe because both the words started with a&nbsp;Q.&nbsp; Anyway, here are the questions (and there are no wrong answers):</font></p><p><font size="3">1.&nbsp; What was the first house that you remember living in like?<br />2.&nbsp; How was it heated?<br />3.&nbsp; As a child, who did you go to for warmth?<br /></font><font size="3">4.&nbsp; When did you first realize that God loves you?</font></p><p><font size="3">My&nbsp;answer to the fourth question was at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, where during our first week there, we meet a woman who invited us to her church.&nbsp;&nbsp;You see, before we even arrived at Fort Sill, I had been&nbsp;asking God to help us quickly find a good, loving&nbsp;church for our family to attend.&nbsp; When he answered my prayer during&nbsp;the first&nbsp;week, I knew that God loved me!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080">To Him be the glory both<br />now and forever.&nbsp; Amen.<br />2 Peter 3:18b</font></em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Spiessbraten . . . Not Speisbraten</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/spiessbraten____not_speisbraten_1.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/spiessbraten____not_speisbraten_1.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=spiessbraten%5F%5F%5F%5Fnot%5Fspeisbraten%5F1</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">In February of last year, I posted about a German restaurant that we went to when we were stationed in Germany in the early 1970s.&nbsp; I have gotten a lot of comments, mostly from people loving that same restaurant and wanting the recipe to the only thing that they served--spiessbraten.&nbsp; Here is that <a href="/speisbraten.htm">entry</a>.&nbsp; One of the people who commented pointed out that the spelling of&nbsp;spiessbraten was wrong.&nbsp; No wonder I couldn&#39;t ever find anything on the Internet!&nbsp; So I did a little research and have already found two recipes.&nbsp; I bet if I checked further, I would find more.</font></p><p><font size="3">Here is one by <a href="http://porkfatrules.dodgen.us/Spiessbraten.html">Larry</a>.</font></p><p><font size="3">And another by <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/156305">Susie</a>.</font></p><p><font size="3">If you are brave enough and have the time, you could try it.&nbsp; Be sure to invite me over!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080">I love those who love me,<br />And those who seek me diligently will find me.<br />Proverbs 8:17</font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Square Dancing</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/square_dancing.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/square_dancing.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:06:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=square%5Fdancing</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">For about a year, Bill and I belonged to a square dancing club.&nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&nbsp; I bought a brown-and-white checkered skirt with a white top.&nbsp; I made a second skirt from a yellow sheet.&nbsp; I made good use of that sheet.&nbsp; I also made a pillowcase for Amy and a caftan for me.&nbsp; I had silver shoes.&nbsp; When our club decided that they wanted to compete rather than just dance with other clubs, we dropped out.&nbsp; With Bill&#39;s pay and two children, we just couldn&#39;t afford it.&nbsp; We have good memories of dancing and laughing with our friends.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>And the ransomed of the Lord shall return,<br />And come to Zion with singing,<br />With everlasting joy on their heads.<br />They shall obtain joy and gladness,<br />And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.<br />Isaiah 35:10</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Big Monthly Allowance</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_big_monthly_allowance.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_big_monthly_allowance.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 13:03:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fbig%5Fmonthly%5Fallowance</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">When Bill and I were first married, he jokingly told me that since I was a private first class, my monthly allowance was $2 to spend anyway that I wanted.&nbsp; One day, he promoted me to corporal and raised my allowance a whole dollar!&nbsp; Whenever I bought anything that cost more than $3, he would say something like, &quot;Hey, that&#39;s more than your allowance.&quot;&nbsp; He still does the same thing.&nbsp; Back then, I laughed and immediately ignored him.&nbsp; Thirty-seven years later, I still do the same thing.</font></p><p><font size="3">Note:&nbsp; I&#39;m upset that I didn&#39;t&nbsp;get a promotion in all these years.&nbsp; And I don&#39;t even want to think about the amount of my pay during the two years&nbsp;that I&#39;ve been&nbsp;retired.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><font size="3"></font><font size="3" color="#800080"><p align="center"><em>If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God,<br />who gives to all men liberally and without reproach,<br />and it will be given to him.<br />James 1:5</em></p></font>]]></description></item><item><title>Working Hard And Having Fun at the Same Time</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/working_hard_and_having_fun_at_the_same_time.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/working_hard_and_having_fun_at_the_same_time.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:44:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=working%5Fhard%5Fand%5Fhaving%5Ffun%5Fat%5Fthe%5Fsame%5Ftime</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">In the first grade, Amy was a Brownie.&nbsp; In fact, she was a Girl Scout for 12 years.&nbsp; During her senior year in high school, she earned her Gold Award, the highest in Girl Scouts.&nbsp; I&#39;m very proud of her for doing something for so long.&nbsp; She worked hard at being a Scout, and I know that she had some very good times.&nbsp; When we lived in Hawaii, I think she had a great time going to a Girl Scout camp every summer above Sunset Beach.&nbsp; She not only attended the camp, she helped lead it.&nbsp; I&#39;m sure this post will make her think&nbsp;about all her years as a Girl Scout and all the fun she had.&nbsp; I bet she&#39;ll even make a comment.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,<br />And praise the name of the LORD your God,<br />Who has dealt wondrously with you;<br />And My people shall never be put to shame.<br />Joel 2:26</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>She Pulled Her Own Tooth</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/she_pulled_her_own_tooth.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/she_pulled_her_own_tooth.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:13:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=she%5Fpulled%5Fher%5Fown%5Ftooth</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">I wrote the following in my diary on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">June 12, 1978</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">:</span></font></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">Amy lost her first tooth today.<span>&nbsp; </span>A bottom one.<span>&nbsp; </span>It has been loose since yesterday.<span>&nbsp; </span>It really became loose when she was eating lunch.<span>&nbsp; </span>I said, &ldquo;Let me pull it.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>She said no and pulled it herself.<span>&nbsp; </span>Didn&rsquo;t cry.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart,<br />And save such as have a contrite spirit.<br />Psalms 34:18</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Best Friend</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/best_friend.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/best_friend.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:01:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=best%5Ffriend</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">It was at Fort Hood that I had what I call my first &quot;best friend&quot; as an adult.&nbsp; We met at the weekly craft get-together at church.&nbsp; You know how when you meet someone new that you like, you say something like, &quot;Let&#39;s get together sometime&quot;?&nbsp; That&#39;s what Karlynn said to me.&nbsp; I said, &quot;Okay, you want to do something tomorrow?&quot;&nbsp; She told me later that she liked it that I wanted to set a specific date, not say that we&#39;d get together, and then it never happens. &nbsp;So our friendship began!</font></p><p><font size="3">Our kids were about the same age and got along well.&nbsp; We did all sorts of things together.&nbsp; Karlynn and her children would come to my house; we&#39;d go to hers.&nbsp; We talked about crafts, decorating our houses, raising kids, and anything else we could think of.&nbsp; When Bill and I went out for the evening, she would watch the kids; and we&#39;d do the same for her and her husband.</font></p><p><font size="3">I was fast at getting things done; she was a bit slower.&nbsp; We started calling ourselves the rabbit and the turtle. &nbsp;She even collected things in the shape of turtles.&nbsp; Not real ones!&nbsp; That&#39;s when I started my rabbit collection--not real ones.&nbsp; We worked on the monthly church newsletter together.&nbsp; After her husband received orders for Germany and they moved away, I worked on the newsletter without her.&nbsp; It was not near as much fun.</font></p><p><font size="3">But all was not lost.&nbsp; About a year later, we were&nbsp;stationed close to them. &nbsp;The kids and I went to stay with Karlynn and her family for about a week while we waiting to get an apartment on post.&nbsp; The German hotel we were staying in was so small.&nbsp; Later, Karlynn and her family visited with us at our place.</font></p><p><font size="3">In 1993, I went to Washington, D.C. to attend a high school reunion.&nbsp; I told you ages ago about graduating from high school in Itazuke, Japan.&nbsp; Well, we can&#39;t all go back to Japan&nbsp;for reunions, so every couple of years there is an all-school reunion somewhere in the United States.&nbsp; They&#39;ve had them in places like Las Vegas; Arizona; Dallas; Houston; Florida; and Eureka Springs, Arkansas.&nbsp; Anyway, to continue the story--on my way back from my high school reunion, I stopped in Kentucky where she lived.&nbsp; We spent about three days continuing our conversations and friendship.&nbsp; Below is a photo taken during my visit in 1993.</font></p><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 284px; height: 232px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/karlynnme1993.jpg" alt="kerlynn and me 1993" width="284" height="232" /></div><p><font size="3">Karlynn was the first of the three best friends I&#39;ve had.&nbsp; I&#39;m very fortunate to have had them all.&nbsp; Now I hope I can find a fourth one here at our new place.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>A man&#39;s heart plans his way,<br />But the LORD directs his steps.<br />Proverbs 16:9</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Huhhh?</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/huhhh.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/huhhh.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:44:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=huhhh</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">What&#39;s that noise at 3:30 in the morning?&nbsp; Is it thunder or Bill snoring?&nbsp; Maybe the sky is snoring or there&#39;s thunder in the house.&nbsp; Oh, who cares.&nbsp; I&#39;m going back to sleep.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080">The LORD is my rock and<br />my fortress and my deliverer.<br />Psalm 18:2</font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Fun Time</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_fun_time.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_fun_time.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 11:35:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Ffun%5Ftime</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">For three or four years, Bill played on a church softball league.&nbsp; Our church team would play other&nbsp;church teams from around town.&nbsp; He&nbsp;played left field and batted clean up.<span>&nbsp; They won most of the time.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;Whenever he got up to bat, many times I would shout, &quot;Get a homerun!&quot;&nbsp; Sometimes he did.&nbsp; He should listen to his wife more often!</span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span><span></span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span><span></span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span><span></span></span>The whole family went to the games.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was a good social time for all of us.<span>&nbsp; </span>I talked to the other wives while sitting on the bleachers, and Amy and Lee played with the other kids under them.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span>///////</span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span></span></font></span></p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><em><font color="#993366"><span style="font-family: Verdana">The LORD is my helper,<br />I will not be afraid.<br />Hebrews 13:6</span></font></em></p></span></font></span>]]></description></item><item><title>She&apos;s a Natural Woman, I mean, Naturalized Woman</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/shes_a_natural_woman_i_mean_naturalized_woman.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/shes_a_natural_woman_i_mean_naturalized_woman.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=shes%5Fa%5Fnatural%5Fwoman%5Fi%5Fmean%5Fnaturalized%5Fwoman</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Although Amy was born on what is considered American soil in </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">West Germany</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> (on a </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">U.S.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> military installation), we decided to get her naturalized.<span>&nbsp; </span>She had a birth certificate from the Department of State, but&nbsp;nothing from the Department of Immigration and Naturalization.<span>&nbsp; (</span>According to my search on the Internet, the department was transferred to the Department of Homeland Security in 2003.)<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;W</span>e wanted to have all the doors open for Amy when she became an adult.<span>&nbsp; </span>We knew if she went into certain careers that she would have to show proof of naturalization.<span>&nbsp; </span>We didn&rsquo;t want anything to slow her down or stand in her way.<span>&nbsp; </span>When she was around five years old, we had her photo taken, filled out the paperwork, and drove to </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Austin</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> to swear allegiance to the </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">United States</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">.<span>&nbsp; </span>She has never needed that paperwork, but we were ready.</span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080"></font></em></span></span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">Ask and it shall be given to you;<br />seek and ye shall find;<br />knock and it shall be opened unto you.<br />Matthew 7:7</font></em></span></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Dressing Up</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dressing_up.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dressing_up.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 13:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=dressing%5Fup</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">Amy and Lee had so much fun playing while wearing different things.&nbsp; Here are a few examples.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">Below is Amy, at almost three, wearing a hat that her dad wore in Viet Nam and riding the fastest horse in Texas.</font></p><font size="3"><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amyfeb19751.jpg" alt="amy february 1975" width="331" height="349" /></p><p style="text-align: center" align="left">I don&#39;t know what Lee is wearing, but he sure is having a great time.&nbsp; That&#39;s Amy and Bill looking at him.&nbsp; They aren&#39;t enjoying themselves like that 20-month-old boy. </p></font><p style="text-align: center" align="center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leeaug19751.jpg" alt="Lee august 1975" width="390" height="395" /></p><p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font size="3">I bet you can&#39;t tell who are wearing paper bags in the photo below.&nbsp; Okay, I&#39;ll give you a hint.&nbsp;&nbsp;The one on the left is an almost 5-year-old girl and the one on the right is a <br />four-year-old boy.</font></p><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amyleemar19771.jpg" alt="Amy and lee march 1977" width="369" height="400" /></div><p align="center"><font size="3">Below are those same kids a year and a half later wearing my old bathrobes.</font></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amyleesep19781.jpg" alt="Amy and lee september 1978" width="390" height="400" /></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">This is what real love is:<br />It is not our love for God;<br />it is God&rsquo;s love for us in sending his Son<br />to be the way to take away our sins.<br />1 John 4:10</font></em></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Fourth Birthday</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/fourth_birthday.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/fourth_birthday.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 12:45:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=fourth%5Fbirthday</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">Our son still talks about his fourth birthday party.&nbsp; To be exact, he&nbsp;talks about&nbsp;the cake.&nbsp; I made a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting in a 9-by-13 pan decorated with&nbsp;little&nbsp;cowboy&nbsp;figures.&nbsp;&nbsp;Lee remembers having so much fun playing with the figures at the party and for a long time afterwards.&nbsp; As you can tell&nbsp;by the photo below, everyone else at the party enjoyed them too.&nbsp; That&#39;s Lee on the right and his older sister on the left.</font><font size="3">&nbsp; </font></p><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/lee4thbday19771.jpg" alt="lee fourth birthday" width="390" height="397" /></div>&nbsp; <p align="center">&nbsp;<font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080">Do not be afraid.<br />I bring you good news of great joy<br />that will be for all the people.<br />Luke 2:10</font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Tasty Snack</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_tasty_snack.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_tasty_snack.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 13:03:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Ftasty%5Fsnack</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">On my journey to write about my life, most of my memories of the past were just mine.&nbsp; I did talk some to my mom and sisters, but not very much.&nbsp; I don&#39;t know why, I guess I wanted to write about what I remembered.&nbsp; However, when it came&nbsp;time to tell you about getting married and my life after that, I realized that there was another person always around who could jog my memory.&nbsp;&nbsp;In fact, he became&nbsp;an important&nbsp;part of my memories.&nbsp; That person is my husband.&nbsp; Imagine that!</font></p><p><font size="3">So, I asked Bill if he had any memories of Fort Hood that I hadn&#39;t blogged about.&nbsp; He told me about the night that we thought someone was trying to break into the house.&nbsp; We&nbsp;got up and looked out our bedroom window.&nbsp; We saw a c<span style="font-family: Verdana">ow in the front yard having a late-night snack on our shrubs!</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">The cow, along with a few more, had wandered over from the range there on Fort Hood and was enjoying the <span class="variant">luscious</span>&nbsp;food in the housing area, which I&#39;m sure&nbsp;was a whole lot better than the grass&nbsp;in the Texas pastures.</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></font></p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">Do you not know?<br />Have you not heard?<br />The LORD is the everlasting God,<br />the Creater of the ends of the earth.<br />He will not grow tired or weary,<br />and his understanding no one can fathom.<br />Isaiah 40:28</font></em></span></p></span></font>]]></description></item><item><title>Zoom!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/zoom.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/zoom.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:07:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=zoom</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">For a while, Bill had a motorcycle.&nbsp; He drove it to work.&nbsp; That was nice because we had only one car, and it saved on the cost of gas.&nbsp; But I always worried about him a little.&nbsp; Like nowadays, there was the the usual problems of motorists not having respect for motorcylists and motorists not always seeing a motorcyclist.&nbsp; I rode with him a few times and always held on for dear life.&nbsp; The kids liked it though.&nbsp; (They didn&#39;t know any better.&nbsp; Ha, ha, ha!)&nbsp; Below are photos of them with their dad taken in May 1979.&nbsp; Can you tell how much they were enjoying sitting on the bike?</font></p><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amybillmay1979.jpg" alt="amy and bill may 1979" width="261" height="337" /></div><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 261px; height: 254px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leebillmay19791.jpg" alt="lee and bill may 1979" width="261" height="254" /></div></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>The LORD will guard you as you come and go,<br />both now and forever.<span>&nbsp; </span>Psalm 121:8</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>From a Tadpole to a Little Frog</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/from_a_tadpole_to_a_little_frog.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/from_a_tadpole_to_a_little_frog.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 12:38:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=from%5Fa%5Ftadpole%5Fto%5Fa%5Flittle%5Ffrog</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">In October 1978, Lee and I took a mom and tot swim class.&nbsp; The moms got in the swimming pool with the tots learning to swim.&nbsp; Each mom was to make sure her tot did what he was supposed to do.&nbsp; For instance, if the tot didn&#39;t put his head under the water like <em>Big Frog</em>, the instructor, told him to, then the mom would gently&nbsp;put the tot&#39;s head under the water.&nbsp; Lee had some trouble with parts of the class, but in the end he graduated from being a <em>tadpole</em> to being a <em>little frog</em>.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080">Depend on the LORD in whatever you do,<br />and your plans will succeed.<span>&nbsp; </span>Proverbs 16:3</font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Going to School</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/going_to_school.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/going_to_school.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 12:15:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=going%5Fto%5Fschool</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<font size="3"><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">While we were stationed at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, Amy went to nursery school or preschool, kindergarten, and first grade.<span>&nbsp; </span>We paid for her to go to preschool.<span>&nbsp; </span>The lady who lived next door was a bus driver for the school.<span>&nbsp; </span>So Amy rode back and forth with her.<span>&nbsp; </span>I liked her being with someone I knew.<span>&nbsp; </span>During kindergarten and first grade, she walked to the public school behind our house.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>In the first grade, she walked by herself.<span>&nbsp; </span>Nowadays, I wouldn&rsquo;t let her do that.<span>&nbsp; </span>But it was pretty safe back then.<span>&nbsp; </span>She liked school when she was a kid.<span>&nbsp; </span>Lee was never very crazy about school.<span>&nbsp; </span>We didn&rsquo;t send him to preschool because we felt that he wasn&rsquo;t ready.<span>&nbsp; </span>Below are photos of Amy on her way to school.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Left photo below:&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Verdana">Amy&#39;s first day of preschool,&nbsp;August 1976.&nbsp; See her&nbsp;Snoopy lunchbox.<br />Right photo:&nbsp; Graduation from preschool, May 1977.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 196px; height: 277px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amynurseryschoolaug19761.jpg" alt="amy first day of preschool" width="196" height="277" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img style="width: 201px; height: 277px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amygraduationnsmay19771.jpg" alt="amy preschool graduation" width="201" height="277" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Left photo below:&nbsp; Amy&#39;s first day of kindergarten, September 1977.&nbsp; That&#39;s her younger brother, Lee, standing beside her.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Right photo:&nbsp; As the caption says, here she is on the way to begin the first grade.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 198px; height: 252px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amy1stdaykindersep1977.jpg" alt="amy first day kindergarten" width="198" height="252" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 213px; height: 243px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amy1stdayfirstaug1978.jpg" alt="amy first day first grade" width="213" height="243" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><br /></span><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">For the LORD gives wisdom, <br />and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.<br />Proverbs 2:6</font></em></span></font><font size="3"></font></p></font>]]></description></item><item><title>Oh, the Injustice!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/oh_the_injustice.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/oh_the_injustice.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:18:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=oh%5Fthe%5Finjustice</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">A few years ago, my daughter Amy told me that she had a deprived childhood because of two things.<span>&nbsp; </span>The first one was when we had her hair cut really short.<span>&nbsp; </span>The thing is, her hair was long, and she played hard.<span>&nbsp; </span>She had a lot of tangles and knots, and whenever I brushed her hair, she would cry and move around.<span>&nbsp; </span>I told her that it would be easier if she would just stand still and let me brush out her hair as quickly as possible.<span>&nbsp; </span>She still moved around.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, I told her that if she didn&rsquo;t stop, we&rsquo;d get her hair cut short and not have the problem anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span>That&rsquo;s what happened.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">The second one was not making grill cheese sandwiches with Velveeta cheese.<span>&nbsp; </span>Do you know how much Velveeta cheese cost?!<span>&nbsp; </span>We sure couldn&rsquo;t afford it very often on a sergeant&rsquo;s salary.&nbsp; But mostly, I didn&#39;t even think of using Velveeta cheese.<span>&nbsp; </span>Amy had a grilled Velveeta cheese sandwich as an adult and realized what she had missed all during her childhood.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I feel so sorry for my daughter!<span>&nbsp; </span>My heart aches for her! <span>&nbsp;</span>Oh, the depravity; oh, the injustice!<span>&nbsp; </span>Oh, the sorrowful memories of an inhumane childhood!</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Delight yourself also in the LORD,<br />and he will give you the desires of your heart.<br />Psalm 37:4</span></font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Bridge</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/bridge.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/bridge.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 13:20:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=bridge</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">One day in 1977, I went to a civilian dentist for a check up and cleaning.<span>&nbsp; </span>When the dentist looked in my mouth, he told me to go the Army hospital on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> and have someone look at the roof of my mouth.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had noticed a small indentation on the right side and what felt something that is hard to describe.<span>&nbsp; </span>It felt like the end of a piece of nylon string.<span>&nbsp; </span>I guess I didn&rsquo;t think too much about it.<span>&nbsp; </span>I thought maybe I had scratched my mouth on a potato chip or something.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I made an appointment as soon as possible.<span>&nbsp; </span>They took x-rays of my upper teeth.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had a cyst that had eaten the root of one tooth and maybe three other teeth.<span>&nbsp; </span>They couldn&rsquo;t tell from the x-rays.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had a very nice oral surgeon who explained it all to me.<span>&nbsp; </span>I needed to have surgery to remove the cyst.<span>&nbsp; </span>During the surgery, he could determine if any other teeth were damaged and removed them along with the one he knew he would definitely have to be removed.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had to be put under and wasn&rsquo;t too crazy about that.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">The surgery went just fine; there were no problems.<span>&nbsp; </span>One thing happened that embarrassed me later.<span>&nbsp; </span>I blame it on just coming out of the anesthesia.<span>&nbsp; </span>The doctor was talking to me, and I said something like, &ldquo;You look cute in your scrubs.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Oh, my!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I lost only one tooth, for which I was very thankful.<span>&nbsp; </span>At that time, it was the policy for military family members to have bridge work done by civilian doctors; the Army would not pay.<span>&nbsp; </span>However, because I didn&rsquo;t have any fillings and they said my mouth looked so nice, they made an exception and gave me a permanent bridge&mdash;for free!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">They did a great job, and I didn&rsquo;t have any problems with it.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had that bridge until the mid-90s.<span>&nbsp; </span>The x-rays showed that the root of the tooth in front of the one that I had lost in the 70s was deteriorating.<span>&nbsp; </span>This time I didn&rsquo;t have to be put under.<span>&nbsp; </span>Whew!<span>&nbsp; </span>It was all done in the oral surgeon&rsquo;s office.<span>&nbsp; </span>I&rsquo;m so glad that medical technology of all kinds has improved over the years.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Now I have another bridge, which is doing its job.&nbsp; (When I went to a new dentist yesterday, he said that it was a good bridge.&nbsp; I need work done on my teeth--old fillings fixed, two new fillings, a crown on a back tooth, and a tooth in the bottom front build up.&nbsp; It will cost me around $2,000.&nbsp; Why can&#39;t dental plans pay more?!)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">&ldquo;For I know the plans I have for you,&rdquo;<br />declares the LORD, &ldquo;plans to prosper you<br />and not to harm you,<br />plans to give you hope and a future.&rdquo;<br />Jeremiah 29:11</font></em></span></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>What Did You Say?</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/what_did_you_say.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/what_did_you_say.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=what%5Fdid%5Fyou%5Fsay</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">When we lived at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, I knew that I didn&rsquo;t hear as well as I used to.<span>&nbsp; </span>Bill kept encouraging me to get my hearing checked.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, a good friend told me that she would watch Amy and Lee if I went for a hearing test.<span>&nbsp; </span>So I finally psyched myself up and made an appointment.<span>&nbsp; </span>After being in the booth and pushing the button when I heard a sound, the doctor told me that I was &ldquo;inattentive.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>I think that part of his reason for saying that was because I was in my early 30s, and he didn&rsquo;t think one so young would have a hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>My husband told me to go back, that the Army&rsquo;s philosophy was that if a person was really sick or really had a problem, he or she would go back again.<span>&nbsp; </span>I was just too embarrassed to return.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">I finally did get the courage to go for another hearing test when we were stationed in </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Frankfurt</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Germany</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">.<span>&nbsp; </span>I think it was in 1981.<span>&nbsp; </span>The Army corpsman tested me on a machine while I just sat there wearing headphones.<span>&nbsp; </span>The doctor thought that the machine wasn&rsquo;t working correctly and asked the corpsman to run the test again.<span>&nbsp; </span>She finally put me a booth to test my hearing.<span>&nbsp; </span>When I got out of the booth, she told me that I had a mild hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>I broke down and cried.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, someone believed me!<span>&nbsp; </span>She recommended that I get a hearing aid for my right ear, the one with the most hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>Read <a href="http://www.primodonna.blog-city.com/hearing_and_hearing_aids.htm">THIS ENTRY</a> that I wrote in June 2005 to find out my reaction.</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">And we know that in all things God works<br />for the good of those who love him,<br />who have been called according to his purpose.<br />Romans 8:28</font></em></span></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Eating Bacon</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eating_bacon.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eating_bacon.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:58:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=eating%5Fbacon</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Lee had trouble with his tonsils when he was around three years old.<span>&nbsp; </span>He wouldn&rsquo;t eat things that were hard to shallow.<span>&nbsp; </span>If you look at photos of him around that time, you&rsquo;ll see dark circles around his eyes.<span>&nbsp; O</span>n </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">November 28, 1977</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">, he had his tonsils and adenoids removed.<span>&nbsp; </span>The day after the surgery, he was eating bacon!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">He will yet fill your mouth with laughing,<br />And your lips with rejoicing.<span>&nbsp; </span>Job </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">8:21</span></font></em></span></p>]]></description></item></channel></rss>