Living in the Moment

 

            Sleet tapping against the windows and covering the trees and snow, makes for a bad driving day. All week, I have been torn about maybe not being able to attend a funeral in another State, for a very good friend’s mother. I decided last night that I needed to be there. Left the house at 530 in the morning, driving in sleeting rain for ½ hour when I decided it was silly to try to drive 3 hours in this weather. So I headed back home. Accepting that it just was not meant to be today, though disappointing for me, allowed me to come home and be in the moment. I let my feelings of disappointment go away. It is not healthy for me to dwell on this all day, though my good thoughts are with the family.

            It does not come easy to stay in the moment. I have suffered through anxiety my whole life. A recent turn of family events forced me to learn to stay in the moment. I am finding that I feel much healthier because of it. Some examples have been to not allow negative thoughts into my head such as worry, panic, fear, and anxiety. I am not in control of what others may do, but I am trying to be in control over my response.

            I cannot think, well this happened before so it could happen again. On the other hand, it is much easier to think, well this happened before and it may NOT happen again.     One of the biggest changes has occurred because a good friend gave me an Al-anon book entitled Courage to Change. Now I wondered if it could really apply to me because seemingly it is material for families of alcoholics to help them cope. My friend realized I was going through some undesirable feelings on my part, such as anger because of something I could not control, and especially because I was helpless regarding a situation. I replaced the work Alcoholic with Illness and I found the book can really help all people.

            I have made some big changes because of it, and staying in the present or living in the moment has been the biggest change. I continue to try to improve in these areas. Here are a few instances of staying in the present. When someone has a conversation with me, I try to look right at them and be a good listener, not offering advice, but listening. If something happens unexpectedly, I try not to get all upset, but just absorb it and let it go. I try not to obsess about it. In the big scheme of things, it is probably small potatoes. I try not to think of negative thoughts and this includes scanning the news sometimes, because I avoid horrific headlines. I do not think we are wired to emotionally handle 24/7 news. Because we are people with feeling and we care, then these thoughts stay in our heads when we read about a dreadful event. Another change I have made is to slow down. I stay in the moment by slowing down. I am often times in a rush with all I do, that I miss what is actually going on around me. I took the time the other morning to walk around the lake and snap photos. I was pleased with my photos because I was not in a rush.

            I think we waste so much energy worrying about things that may not happen. If we worry, it gets in the way of the moment. It spoils the present. How many times have you done something, and some sort of stress, just ruined your moment, your plans? Slowing down is a good thing. My sons have taught me so much and living in the moment is something they taught me just by being who they were. I spent so much time worrying about one son’s future, that I feel I missed part of the here and now with him.

            When I worked for the school department, I remember being on the playground in the mornings before class. Some kids came to school already wearing their stress. I would go up to them and check in with them, and just listen to them. Sometimes it made a difference in how the rest of their day went. I try to be that person at my present job too. So many people have worries for which they are trying to cope. Sometimes all we can do for someone is listen and love. We can’t fix some things. That’s ok.

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Speak Up & Don’t be Afraid

            Today, I was in the middle of a conversation with a friend and suddenly, I was struck with a thought. Would you ever stick your neck out for someone, even though it may be unpopular? Would you do it silently or would you not be afraid to speak your mind? Would you be willing to speak out even if you may be afraid of the consequences?

            The reason for the conversation was that she was telling me of a book she was reading about the Holocaust. I too have read countless stories of people and the atrocities that occurred during this time in history. It is sometimes more than I can bear . I cannot change history, but wish I could make some peace with some of the things in the past. I wish I could make sense of the headlines in the news today, but I cannot. We cannot change history and we cannot forget. What I can do is to always speak up for someone when I need to. I will not be afraid to speak out, ever. Sometimes we could be in danger for speaking out for what we believe. I think that is all we can do. What would you do? Can you share any times when you have spoken up for someone else, when you had nothing to gain from it, but it was the right thing to do?

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THE CURE

Wishing for a cure? If you are like me, I wished many years for a cure for my son’s physical disability. I think I spent many years campaigning, and fundraising trying my best to do my part in finding a Cure. Our family watched as our son lost his ability to walk at age ten, and sixteen years later, he needs help with everything from bathing, dressing, feeding, and transporting. In fact, he is brilliant and operates an electric wheelchair with the use of one finger, and also is ventilator dependent. He can wiggle his toes, but can no longer lift his arms or feet, or even turn over in bed. So, please forgive me if my views have changed over the years. You may be surprised to hear what I have to say, because it is not negative.

            There are no words as magical as the word, hope, or the word, love. These words are tied to our emotions. If you witness an opposing view regarding Finding a Cure, you may take it very personal. I know this because I heard someone say, “Why do we need a cure?” when my son was very young. I was shocked he felt this way, but he was living with his disability for his whole life. I took it very personal, and I even became angry for a bit, though he was not directing it towards our family in any way. He was speaking from his own experiences. This is what we all do.

            It is my opinion, that there is a great deal of money to be made selling Hope. The fundraising is infinite. The head of the American Red Cross quit after 9/11 partly because money poured in from across the globe at such a rapid rate, that our country was not prepared for any disaster of that magnitude.

            My belief is that the Cure is very far from our reach. We are mortal.  We have to wonder at what expense will a Cure be found? Since my son was a little boy, the Cure was predicted to be a few years away. That was 22 years ago. Scientists are trying many avenues to find these cures. The quality of life has advanced several years, and that, I believe is most important. This is due to funding, research and development. Families are talking about a new revelation called Exon skipping. It has to do with genetic deletions and knowing your son’s exact deletion. I think it is amazing research but I have to wonder if this is just another way of selling Hope. Then again, scientists have created vaccines which stopped smallpox, tuberculosis, and polio. They couldn’t cure those who were already affected by those illnesses. Families discuss research trials, and many seem to have a sense of desperation with their newly diagnosed child. The clock is ticking. I understand, because I was there once. Reading as much as I could about the research, gave me lots of Hope. It gave me control over something for which I had no control. My thoughts are that Hope should be coming from within, not from outside. I am just posing a different viewpoint from someone whose son is much older. He is comfortable in his own skin, but it took many years.

            It also took me many years to accept all that came our way. We fought to get doctors to listen to us and continue to do so. However, it was not until the past few years, that I came to terms with my own feelings. I was in church one day, which was a rare occasion as I seldom attend church. I was in church because another son was a member, so I joined him. Forgiveness was the topic of the sermon. I was talking with a woman next to me who started to cry and said she needed to forgive the doctor for a bad surgical procedure which diminished the quality of her life. She was broken up, so I reached over to hold her hand. Little did I know, I would be overcome with such deep feelings. I confessed to her that I believed that my son was perfect, just the way he was supposed to be, wheelchair and all. I told her how I had forgiven him for his disability. I had no idea, I had been carrying this pain, and I hope my son was never burdened with my feelings. I would never mean to cause him pain in any way. I was ashamed I had felt this way because my son had done nothing wrong that I should feel this way, however those intense personal feelings were not evident until I was listening to the sermon. In the beginning, I feared terrible things happening to him, and it was revealed to me by a counselor that I saw our family as victims. That made sense to me, though I had not thought of that. So I found through the years that I have grown in ways to overcome all those feelings.

            The last year or so, my other son was diagnosed with mental illness. I also think he is perfect the way he is meant to be, but I am concerned he does not self destruct in front of me. I have checked on his medications, hoping he stays compliant, for his own safety and well being. I have never heard of an organization selling for a cure for Bi Polar  or Depression. I know there is an Alzheimer’s Organization, which raises money in the fight against Alzheimer’s. It is a fight, not a cure.

             Money is raised for cancer, breast cancer, and mostly physical conditions. Exactly what would a cure look like? How will we achieve these cures? With technology, we are able to watch the baby develop in the womb. We are coerced into having numerous tests, for what? My doctor wanted to administer a test on me when I was pregnant, to see how the baby’s brain was developing…for what? I refused this test but it did not stop them from pestering me. So if the brain wasn’t developing correctly, what then? It is a miracle to be born “perfect”, but who could ever predict a child’s future?  We have no guarantees. Life is now, so must live each day to our fullest. All the available testing could never predict what could be wrong with your child. When we use terms like “eliminate” to describe a disease… well what does that look like?  I have already heard of people not being covered by insurance if they are carriers of defective genes.  Who decides what perfection should look like; Insurance companies, the government, doctors?   Do we reject everything less than perfection?  It is subtle. On a trip to the grocery store, I notice that the tomatoes on a vine all appear exactly alike. I know these comparisons have nothing to do with one another, but we need to ask where we are going with all this eliminating illness and disease. Nobody wants to see anyone suffer, but are we so uncomfortable that we can’t bear to have differences within our society? At some point in our lives, we will all have great physical and mental/ cognitive challenges.

            Lastly, I ask you to think about mental illness for a few moments. Are we going to eliminate this as well? Disability, either physical, or cognitive, or mental, all impair a person’s life significantly. One boy was an athlete, very social, popular with many friends. There were severe changes out of character for him, which caused concern. His judgment was very bad at times, resulting in risky behavior. He was suspended in time, not concerned with goals. Motivation was lacking and the pursuit of passions came to a screeching halt. He hopped from job to job, some jobs lasting only a week. Each day he was going to do something different, changing his mind in a moment’s notice. Racing thoughts became the norm. Isolation became his way of life, even isolating himself from his family, with whom he lived. If you can imagine, the concern was great. Hospitalization and non adherence to medicine became the norm. The unpredictable was becoming predictable. So I ask you to consider, how can we find a cure for someone like this young man? We can make plans, but things change. Life is not perfect.

In life, we are always facing obstacles, either an accident, an illness, or onset of dementia. Cures can be sold to anyone willing to buy some Hope. Hope is the last thing we are willing to let go, because the will to survive is very strong. In the end, finding a cure is a matter of the heart. Some of us are happy with a better quality of life, so we won’t spend our lives wishing for the fairy tale of a Cure to land on our doorstep. In the end, I mean no disrespect to those working for a cure, because it is your turn to go to bat. Like those who did the same before you, it will mean a better quality of life for our families. Sometimes we lose our hope when our loved ones are ill. Our dreams are lost. But it is within ourselves that we find peace again. Emotions range from grief to anger, back and forth like a rollercoaster. In the meantime, acceptance did not come easy, but when it did, peace soon followed.

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ANONYMOUS

Searching for a reason why someone should choose anonymity and post malicious content as a response to an existing idea, video or story, has me asking, “What is the motivation?” Could the reason be that perhaps the anonymous responder is trying to persuade the creator of the original piece to change their stand? Or is it just a miserable person posing under the cloak of anonymity?

            Anonymity does have a purpose. The local newspaper argued the idea that anonymous comments were an important part of the commenting process. Their reasoning, I believe, had more to do with sharing an idea versus being caught up in the name of the commenter. However ,the newspaper recently changed their policy as too many comments were rude and disrespectful. I was surprised that the newspaper allowed people to comment on stories of tragedy, often resulting in terrible assumptions concerning the article topic. Bad manners became the norm for many of the commentators. Anonymous was a coward.

            Now to post a comment, one has to have a Face book page and it links directly to your Face book page. No more anonymous comments allowed. I believe this allows for the commenting person to be held accountable. This is good, however, I always post my name whenever commenting. I am not too keen on having a direct link to my Face book page whenever I choose to comment, so as a result, I comment less. I post enough on Face book without each story for which I post a response, also becoming part of my page. This surely benefits the newspaper each time a link to Face book is posted.

            Anonymity did work for Thomas Paine when he authored Common Sense. He wrote it anonymously with the main purpose of sharing his ideas and reasoning behind the Colonies breaking from England. He did not want his political affiliation to interfere with spreading his ideas. It was powerful. I suppose on the other hand, he may have been marked a traitor for printing this information in the first place. That would be a good choice for the use of anonymity.

            Virginia Woolf coined the term, ‘Anonymous was a Woman’ in A Room of One’s Own [1929]. Prior to the Industrial Revolution, everything was made by hand by men and women. This refers to the handiwork often made by women from clothing to bedding, to lace, to samplers, much of which was never signed. All that is left of their handiwork are the articles they made.

            I have been thinking about anonymity since I was told by one of my sons that he has been getting a lot of hateful comments on his You tube page. Mind you, his videos are quite raucous, some funny and some just CD reviews. I have to wonder about what type of person posts a hateful despicable comment. Why would they take the time to do this? The only conclusion I have is perhaps they dislike the fact that someone has a disability, or maybe that a person is over weight, or maybe someone is not one of the beautiful people who adorn every magazine at the checkout counter. Most of all I have to consider that maybe they are just a so unhappy in their own lives that they want to spread misery. That is sad. 
            So instead of getting upset by this behavior, maybe it is just best to keep them in our good thoughts because maybe they never had anyone care about them. Perhaps they never were taught that if you cannot say something nice, then don’t say it at all. So like everything in life, it is best to control our reaction versus trying to control something for which we have no control.

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ST. VALENTINE’S DAY; NOT THE END

 

        February 14th has an emotional component which strikes the hearts of everyone at some time or another. Why is it such a painful topic for those who want some sort of affirmation that they are loved?  It is no wonder we are bombarded with advertisements for chocolates, strawberries, flowers and images of Cupid everywhere. When did it become a day of feeling that you are not worthy to receive these tokens of affection? Look at all the magazines in the grocery aisle. Cosmopolitan, a magazine for a real woman and men like it too. The titles alone will make you feel inadequate. How to be thin in 14 days;  how to organize your life; how to keep your man interested in you after the first year of marriage; how to dress like a million bucks on a ten dollar per week allowance;  how to work full time and raise your kids and attend every soccer game they will ever play. Don’t you realize you are being told how inadequate you every day? We have to watch Oprah, Dr. Phil, and Dr. Oz to realize how miserable we are until we watch the show. Then we are miraculously cured. How preposterous that we should fall into this gerbil wheel of misery. What happened to us?

         I often think we have not come that far from the forties when women were trapped at home waiting on their men. Today we do that AND we work full time. We are not trapped but with the fast pace of life, we can feel trapped. Life is better in many ways however slow down, take a breath. We are special all right, and we don’t need flowers and chocolates to prove that. Did you ever think how much pressure Cupid’s holiday is for men as well? Appreciate the beauty of just being you.

            I think we should just turn off the television, stop buying the magazines, and stop waiting for a valentine to be delivered to your doorstep. It is romantic to receive tokens of affection, but it does not mean you are less beautiful or loveable if you do not receive a valentine. I should know, because I was one of those girls who never received a valentine either. Yes, I have survived to adulthood and I have received flowers for many occasions.

            So this Valentine’s day, I prefer to think back to simpler times of a Valentine’s party in grammar school. We all made fancy paper and doily envelopes to attach to the sides of our desks. The night before our party, we would hand deliver each handwritten valentine to our schoolmate. Nobody was ever excluded. That was probably one of my very best memories of grammar school. Love you because you are worth it.

 

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Genuine Act of Humanity

            Panhandling is now allowed on the streets of Portland, Maine. The City Council recently voted to not enforce a person’s right to panhandle due to tough economic times. As a native of this area, I was somewhat surprised it was allowed to continue. My experience was based on a previous time when I lived in El Paso, Texas back in the early 1990’s. It was customary to see a person on every street corner. After awhile, the shock wears off, and you aren’t sure what to think of a person’s situation. In reality, does it even matter? We all are sometimes guilty of sizing up a situation and making assumptions. One thing is certain. Regardless of their situation, they are people. They are someone’s son, someone’s brother or daughter, or someone’s father.

            Each time I drive in town, I witness what occurs at these street corners. I have seen the “changing of the guard” at least three times at these busy intersections. They all have their cardboard signs and I wondered who might be organizing these folks. Perhaps they were organizing themselves. Once I had a five dollar bill, ready to hand out to a person standing in the frigid weather, however with traffic being backed up and in the midst of a green light procession, disappointed, I drove past the person. I have never felt guilty passing by with no donation, as sometimes I had nothing myself. However lately, I have noticed that many of them appear to be homeless or people living with an illness, or just loners, and maybe unemployed. Who would choose a life which is so difficult a journey? After all, I think we need to take care of some members in our society, whether it is the homeless, the mentally ill, the disabled or the elderly. It is our moral obligation. It all begins within our own communities. I am conservative in my beliefs but that does not mean I would overlook social responsibility when it comes to caring for these groups. Sometimes, even though a person appears to be able bodied, doesn’t mean they aren’t struggling with serious health concerns.

            I witnessed a genuine act of humanity and brotherhood which really touched my soul the other day. I was downtown Portland, at the intersection of St. John Street and Congress. I was driving to the hospital when I noticed two men there on the median strip, one with his back to me. The other had a worn face and appeared to be a young man, but not a man who has led an easy life. It was very cold outside. It appeared it was a “changing of the guard” taking place, but some words were exchanged, and I saw the man whose back was to me, reach into his pocket and pull out some dollar bills. He handed them to the man whose face I could see. There was gratification on the man’s face, not a great deal of expression, but gratification. They both held their cardboard signs and I never saw the face of the man who handed over the dollar bills. Then a hug was exchanged and a handshake then the man who received the dollars bills picked up his backpack and left.

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Happy New Year

        Our Christmas letter was once a tradition. Each year we would reach out to our many friends and family across the miles. We think of each of you all year long. Reflecting on this past year, I believe 24/7 news is something that none of us need. We cannot change the events which unfold in front of our eyes every minute throughout the day. It is nice to know all that is happening around the globe however that is not nearly as important as what happens within our own communities. Helping those in our communities is much more meaningful that trying to help from afar.     
        Within our own family, jobs have been lost & surgery and hardship prevails. Parents are older and struggle to maintain a home. Kids leave home and some move far away. Sometimes parents move far away also. Our family is luckier than most as we all live within close proximity. It is important to take care of your family first before you can extend yourself to others. Acceptance is something that does not always come easy. Disappointment sometimes weighs heavily upon us. Sometimes those we love can only give little of themselves and we must learn to accept that. Sometimes it is not about us at all, but about paying attention to the people who surround us.  
        Within our own community it would be simple to fill this page with sadness because for many it was a tough year.  As a community, it is our duty to look out for each other and lend an ear, or check in on members of our communities. Be kind. Some of the elderly may not even know people within the community. It must be a little scary to be isolated. The disabled encounter some of the same issues. A young person with a disability or mobility issues are often isolated from their peers. Try including some of them in your plans and events for the New Year. I can assure you, you will not be bored with their company. There are many ways to keep connected…. Email, snail mail, Face book, or a phone call. That is the best gift anyhow, to give of oneself. Remember the story of the Little Drummer Boy? 
         A gesture of kindness may mean something to someone who has had a tough day. When you are having a tough day, reach out to others, because by doing so, you may be helping the next person in some way as well as looking beyond your own problems. We all go through life and find we are so busy, that we seldom take the time to make time for someone else. Let’s try to change that. Thank you to all of you for being part of our lives.
 

 

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Caring for our Family and Community

        Today, the sky is gray with anticipation of snow. The days have passed this year with no concern if any of us are here to enjoy it. We are bombarded with news 24/7, unsolicited phone calls, emails, news headlines, which in reality, are an assault on our day to day lives. How can we take care of ourselves when we are suffocated with political agenda and news in our own neighborhoods when tragedy unfolds? 
         Thinking back to 1863, the diary written by my great grandmother, at the age of 21, tells of 30 people that year in her little town of Westbrook, Maine who died. Some who died were old and a few were children, and one by suicide. How did she take care of herself?  She relied on family and stayed connected to people. Are things different today?
         Is there disconnect? Are we so preoccupied with our busy lives not to check in and see how the people we care about are doing? I am at a place in my life where I need to step back from the 24/7 news. In my own little community, there have been countless suicides, all young people. I think perhaps drugs have been a common denominator, and maybe disconnect with people. Many are born with brain conditions not caused by anything.The troubles may not surface until later in life, similar to a brain injury. Blame is not productive because it only lays groundwork for guilt. It is a toxic cycle. Sometimes, doing nothing for someone in trouble is the worst choice. It is difficult to stand by and watch someone you love self destruct before your eyes. Maybe we don’t know what to do or how we can help. We have two choices. Do nothing or react. Reach out to others because we sometimes do not have the expertise to help those we love without professional outside support. Those who can do this are not giving up on a loved one, but fortunate if their loved one can benefit from getting the help they need. Others are not as lucky as they are left to struggle with the suicide of their child. 
        As parents, we would move mountains for our kids, and also for our adult children if they were unable to care for themselves. That is what we do. In the end, we really have no control, so we might as well let that go. We can choose to learn to be reflective listeners, which means, NO advice, NO agenda. The brain is beautiful, complex, misunderstood, and many live in our communities with mental illness. Many are functioning and many are not doing so well. The willingness to listen to a friend, without casting judgment, without fear when you may not understand their crisis speaks volumes. There is a time to step back and take care of what happens within your own four walls. This month is significant because of Veteran’s Day and Thanksgiving. A little kindness, maybe a visit  or a note, a phone call, or just reaching out when others need it, is the human interaction people will always need. People have not changed. The way we choose to interact with others, choosing kindness, is what matters.

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Letter from Chantilly to Westbrook, Maine

 ***William Roberts 1843-1923 and his brother John Roberts 1837-1917 both served a nine month voluntary enlistment in the Civil War- 25th Regiment, Co E. from Sept 1862- June 1963. This letter was written by William to his mother. The family lived on Saco Street.***

Chantilly, VA Tuesday Afternoon April 28th, 1863

Dear Mother, 
      I received your letter last Wednesday and meant to have answered it before. I suppose that now will do just as well. We were reviewed, and inspected by Gen. Abercrombie this forenoon. He is quite an old man with hair and beard almost white and I heard that he was older than Gen. Casey but he does not look as old. I should think he was somewhere between fifty and sixty. He is a pleasant looking man and looks as if he would not be very hard on the men; on the whole I rather like the appearance of him. Sunday night I was out on picket. It was an uncomfortably cold night and we are not allowed to have any fire. But yesterday was a very warm day so we had quite a pleasant time of it in the day time, we came in last night. It is raining now; it commenced about eleven O’clock just before we started to come in for the review. It has rained about half of the time for the past week but we like it on one account as we don’t have to drill when it rains. It begins to look some like spring here, the grass begins to look green, and the trees are beginning to leave out, and the peach trees are blossomed out, and we have quite warm days, in fair weather. We haven’t found out whether we are going home the 10th or the 29th of June but they say that the officers seem to talk more like going home the 10th lately. It don’t make but nineteen days difference anyhow whether we go home the 10th or the 29th. You ask what I do for darning yarn, I have had enough so far and have got a little left of that, that Ann put in my needle book, or work bag, as it ought to be called. Our fare is fresh beef, salt pork, hard bread, soft bread, beans, or tea or coffee for them that wants it, besides applesauce which we have plenty often, and yesterday they had some bacon and I believe they think we shall have it pretty often now. Our soft bread has not been very good since we have been here until last night we got some as good as ever we had at Camp Casey, and a great deal better than we had at Camp Lincoln. We have got a good log tent all but the top which leaks a little when it rains hard but we can stop this by putting a rubber blanket over the top of it and so we get along very well for shelter, without we out on picket and then we don’t have much shelter. John is quite sick, has been sick about a week, so as to be off duty. I don’t know hardly what is the matter with him, the doctor says he is a little better today and he says himself that he is, he lays down most of the time, and don’t have hardly any appetite; he has not written any for over a week so Martha need not think it strange that she don’t get any letters. My health is pretty good, considerable better than it was week or two ago I hear that General Banks has been giving the rebels fits down in Louisiana, but I suppose you heard of it before we did. There was a force of three or four thousand cavalry  and a battery or so went by here yesterday while we was on picket so that I did not see them as I was most a mile from the road. I don’t know where they were going to but suppose that they are going to make a raid over into the Shenandoah Valley or somewhere in that direction. I heard that they were going to be gone four or five days. 
     Wednesday April 29th
It is morning now and John says that he feels a little better this morning but he is pretty weak, he says that he feels pretty comfortable most of the time when he is laying down, but he can’t set up long at a time, he does not have much appetite and does not eat much. It has stopped raining but it has not cleared off yet and don’t look much like it. I wrote a letter to Ann Sunday and I don’t know whether the mail has been since or not so perhaps you may get this letter by the time she does hers. This is about all I can think of now so I shall have to close for want of anything to write. We shall be on the road for home in two months from today at least if we are no before. Tell Father that I guess we shall get home enough to help him in haying if nothing happens. This is all I can think of so I must close. With much love for the whole family. 
    From your son, William Roberts

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Occupy Google

 

Today, the day of big Internet Blackout, and you guessed it, I am using the internet. I turned on my computer and saw Google’s homepage, a big blacked out space with only the lower portion of the “g” exposed. Also I tend to think this is the big experiment because Google had underneath the big blacked out area, highlighted, “Tell Congress: Please don’t censor the web!” This is a fantastic marketing ploy! Thinking of the far reaching capabilities of the search engines, I imagine all the Googlers at Google’s home office key wording “Google” in the search bar, just to see how many Google hits were received on 1/18/2012.
What exactly is to be learned today? I suppose they will find out which of “We the People” are the defiant ones. I believe our Government has always been afraid of “We the People” and I believe they are afraid of how quickly we can organize and that is a threat to them. Of course they would like to censor the internet! Regardless of how you perceive yourself politically, we are all the same, the Commoners.
This morning it was mentioned to me by a family member that when you have all the money, you have all the power. Well, that is the American way. Seems to me there is a lot of class warfare going on between those who do not have against those who do have. Well think about this. Why do you play the lottery? Perhaps you dream of being one who has something instead of living pay day to pay day. Yes, when you have money, you can buy anything you want. Big Deal!  To get mad at this concept is to squash you very own dreams of someday not having to worry about every nickel and dime you make and spend. Class warfare is lame. It is the abuse of power that bothers me. The abuse of power should concern all of us. Google wants control and power over the internet and to own all of our data. We are wise to you, the Almighty Google. Google..Google..Google

 

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