Bunnies

When we were children (the oldest three of the family), our parents raised rabbits for a time. They were not being kept as pets, although we were sometimes allowed to hold or pet them.

This photo was not dated. It's sometime in the mid-1940s.

They were a food source.

I know, I know. A lot of people can't think of eating something that cute. I don't want to myself these days. But our parents were both raised in the country. On a farm an animal is there for practical purposes--work or food. A cat may be a pet, but its real purpose is to keep down the mice. A dog is a wonderful companion, but it works with the sheep or cows and is an early warning system if someone other than family enters the farmstead.

When times are as hard as they were when my parents grew up, and even when they started their own family, you are grateful for affordable food sources and look at them with a practical eye.

Some of the rabbits, the breeders, became pet-like, but we had them for a food source. However, eventually they became more of a bother than a help and the rabbit-raising experiment ended.

I remember one rather comical event that came about because our parents had an idea to make the lives of the rabbits more pleasant. Instead of leaving them cooped up in the hutches, they would be provided with a large space where they could hop around and spend their time freely with each other. So a well-fenced area was constructed in the back yard and the rabbits were freed from their cages. If you know anything about rabbits you can guess what happened next. That it happened tells me that my parents really did not know a great deal about raising rabbits when they got into it.

The rabbits disappeared.

Rabbits burrow in the wild, and it took the domestic rabbits very little time to go back to their roots, dig under the fence, and head out for new adventures.

Some of the rabbits were recovered, but I think it was not long after this that the rabbit-raising experiment ended. I doubt that it had saved our parents much money.

The Easter Bunny is safe from me!

Sorting the Past

Years ago, while we lived in South Dakota, I borrowed negatives of childhood-era photos from my mother and had prints made for myself. I was not terribly pleased with the results, but the copies were better than nothing. I don't know why the color is off--these were black and white negatives. Perhaps this was the result when making prints from b/w negatives on color print equipment. Perhaps it was also inferior quality ink, as it seems to me the prints are growing redder as time passes.

However, having these prints, plus the original prints from Mother's album (some of which are duplicated in the album), plus some prints I have made from my own recent scans, means that I have multiple copies of some photos, of varying quality and different sizes.

Before I put away the project before the holidays, I had scanned in quite a few of the small photos. By the time I got it out again, I'd lost track of what I had already scanned. So I put together pages of those scanned photos in small size (20 per page) and printed those proof sheets out. They are a great help in keeping track!

Then I decided to begin organizing this stage of the project by sorting out the photos to find the duplicates. Then I will organize chronologically, marking the ones I have already scanned. Then I can make prints of the ones that have those tiny originals or which can be improved by running them through the photo program. Then, finally, I'll be ready to make up the album pages.

Since I'm not really working at speed on this, I don't know when I'll finish. But just formulating a plan has already helped me feel engaged in the project again.

Starting the Sort

Back to the Project

Have you ever been involved in a project, been interrupted for quite some time, then tried to go back to it? This is, to me, the most difficult part of sticking with and completing a project.

Sometime before the holidays I had to clear all my old-photo-books-to-new-scrapbooks project off my kitchen/dining table. There was no point in getting it all out again before the holidays were over, because it would have to come right back off. After the holidays, I had a session of bronchial asthma where for a few weeks I did not feel like doing much of anything.

Now the holidays are long past, I am fine, and it is time to get back to the project and get it finished. But I've put it off and put it off, reading and reading and reading (or listening to) books. The problem in getting my head back in the project is--getting my head back in the project. Where was I? Which photos had I scanned already? Which photos do I have duplicates of? What is the best way to sort the photos chronologically when they are often mixed up in the album--and some are glued in so well that I can't peel them off to put them in the correct order? And how can I be sure of the correct chronology when so many are not labelled? (If there are kids in the photos, I make my best guess by the sizes we are.)

Well, it's easier to just read another book!

But I am taking myself in hand, and I have begun again. One of the first of the little bitty prints I scanned and put through the auto program for improving, was of such poor quality that it seemed rather like a lost cause and a useless exercise to try to save. However, I could see that it was of a fairly large gathering of some of my mother's family--just the sort of photo I do want to save. Someone with real photoshopping skills might be able to get a little more from it, but you do have to have something to work with first. The group is standing on the south side of the Rooney House (as we called it, after the landlady's name). How small this house looks to me now--we lived there from the time I was two until I was nine, and it was much larger then!

For those of you who are family:  Back row--Grandpa and Grandma Mackey holding McLaughlin twins; 

Rose; Red, top of head just showing in back; In front--Dorothy with Michelle; Vera holding Kerry and hand
on Grace's shoulder; Jessie holding Jerry; Terry; Glen, Gary Gilbert, Larry, and Glen (Junior) Rogers.
(Wish I knew who took the photo (Bob?) and where Bobbie is--she should have been there.)

Anyway, here is how it turned out. Not good, but I was able to identify the people in it and make a pretty good guesstimate of the year, which I believe is 1947. Perhaps I am over-obsessed with trying to preserve some of these things. But I see not only an era that is passing, but one that has already passed. And yet that time is part of the history of my sisters and myself. Memories and old photos are links to that past that we lived and that helped form us.

It's Finally Finished

Today I finished listening to the recorded book Washington: A Life, by Ron Chernow. I know I have blogged about this book before.

The book, in hardback print form, is 817 pages long. This does not include the Acknowledgments and Notes! After purchasing the book, I found it very difficult for me to read. The print is small and the volume is heavy. My usual compensation for my visual problems when dealing with small print is to close my central-vision-damaged left eye and hold the book quite close to my right eye. This works except in the case of a heavy book--my hands get very tired trying to hold the book in position.

But it was an interesting, well-written book.

So I purchased the Audible version for my Kindle Fire. The recording is 42 hours long; therefore, I listened to it in bits and pieces. It took a long time (I read and/or listened to many other books during that period also), but today I finished it!

Despite the fact that it happened over 200 years ago and I knew about it already, I found myself feeling very sad and very frustrated as I read about George Washington's final illness. He was 67, still strong and very active. With today's medicine he'd have been given a good round of antibiotics and been up and about in no time. Unfortunately, medicine was still in a very primitive state in Washington's day, and many of the common practices were based on ignorance and superstition. Washington was bled so much that it is estimated he was drained of half his entire blood supply. His doctors simply did not know what else to do, so they kept doing the wrong thing over and over. And so he died. Listening to it, I wanted to reach through time and yank those doctors away from him, with their gory bloodletting tools and basins!

There is such a vast amount of information in this book that I'm sure it could be read/listened to several times to absorb most of it. But, I will admit, that, as interesting as it was, I will probably wait awhile before delving into it again!

Now that I have finished the book, I would still highly recommend it.

The Bruised Reed

This morning I read a bit from The Story from The Book. This is a condensed version of a paraphrased, easy English, version of the Bible. It is a great book for the novice Bible reader, or anyone who has a hard time getting through the "begats," the detailed laws about sacrifices and religious observances in the Old Testament, or the geographical divisions descriptions in Joshua. It pares the Bible down to the essential accounts of history, prophecy, and poetry. It makes clear the flow of the story of the Bible, of the interaction of God and Mankind, and the plan for the future in His own time.

I recommend it.

This morning one phrase I read really struck me. It comes from the book of Isaiah (you can check the Notes section in the back of the book, if you wonder specifically where the various parts used come from).

This is what jumped out at me--it is part of a Messianic prophecy:

He will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the dimly burning flame.

What a perfect description this is of our human condition. I am bruised, my flame so often burns dimly. What a comfort to know the Chosen One will not see me as so flawed as to be useless, worthy only to be discarded. I am bruised, but He will not break. I burn dimly, but He will not blow out my spark. He has healing and use for me yet! He has comfort, not scorn!

For all of us Bruised Reeds, there is hope and comfort to be found.

(This passage can be found on page 233 in the paperback copy of the book. I did check the references and found that in the complete Bible it is Isaiah 42:3. Isaiah has prophecies both beautiful and dire, for both his time and all the way to the end of time. He writes much about God's Chosen One. And it is all so beautifully written. It is not only prophecy from God, it is great literature.)

Blizzard??

The weather warning is out--we may be facing a mini-blizzard later today.

The wind has already arrived. Last night the front hit with a bang--literally. The house shook with the impact. Even though I have good, and tight, windows, cold air was forced around them. Then there was a long rattle and roar of thunder.

Through the night the wind continued, and it was still blowing hard, whining around the house, making a continual high clanging from my little wind chime on the deck, shoving the deck chairs across the deck until they were stopped by the railing, tearing at the rolled up awning, and tumbling anything loose before it, when I awoke this morning.

The weather warning this morning says we may have snow driven by the wind later today. However, the prediction is for only one to two inches. The danger is not from the amount of snow, but the blinding effect of the wind driving it.

We have had several blizzard warnings this winter. So far no blizzard has materialized. The big storms have always just missed us. Our snow levels for this winter are below normal. Not good news after last summer's drought.

I hate blizzards, having seen many in my lifetime. They are dangerous. They cause great damage to livestock and wildlife. People caught out in them have died.

The amount of snow predicted for today and tonight is really negligible. Not enough to qualify as a real blizzard. If the pattern of the last few predictions holds true we will get wind, but no appreciable moisture.

I'd love for us to get a good snow (rain would be even better!); a blizzard--not so much!

Our Day, Yesterday

Yesterday my daughter and I made a quick trip to Rapid City. It was time for my 6-month checkup at the Eye Institute. The roads were clear, the sun was shining, and we talked all the way there.

Black Hills Regional Eye Institute (from their website)

We arrived at the Institute a half hour early, so Anne Marie used the time to make a call to the surgeon's office in the next step in seeking a solution to the illness that has melted 20 pounds from my granddaughter in less than two months time (and she did not need to lose any weight). Because Megan's gall bladder function test was abnormal, the scheduler set appointments for both the initial interview with the surgeon, and for the surgery itself. This is the same surgeon who removed Anne Marie's gall bladder in December. Megan is so ill that we are very grateful the surgery can be done so soon.

I have only the highest praise for the personnel at the Eye Institute. After the initial pressure test and dilation drops, it was time for a test of visual fields, which helps determine any changes in the damage to my eyes. After that test I was seen by Dr. Nixon. Last August I was very pleased with the results of my checkup, as there was no change and my eye pressures were good. This time the news was not so good. While I don't yet show progression of the glaucoma, the pressure was up in my right eye. Dr. Nixon added a second medication for that eye, to be administered by drops twice a day. I'll go back in about a month to see if it is having any effect. So, the fight continues to save my eyesight.

When we left the Institute, with me in a rather blurry condition due to the dilation making it impossible to focus, we were both ready for lunch. We headed for the Golden Corral. Because of the wide variety of foods offered at their buffet, and their large salad selections, it is a good place for Anne Marie. She can always find foods that work with her need for a gluten-free meal.

When we went into the restaurant the sun was shining. I left my coat in the car, as the temperature was mild and no wind was blowing. When we came out of the restaurant, the sky was overcast, the temperature had dropped, the wind was blowing, and it was starting to snow! Though it was just a short distance to the car, I was wishing for my coat before I got there!

We had one more stop to make before heading home. Hobby Lobby! Anne Marie had things to get for both Chad and Megan. I did not need anything, but it's always fun to roam around that store. I am continually amazed by the sheer number of strange, interesting, fun, lovely, and even useful things they have. While we were roaming, we found they had their spring garden art objects out. Actually, Anne Marie spotted it and pointed it out to me. I was still seeing things in a blur from a little distance. And, of course, that is where I found things that I did not need, but did want. I had Christmas gift money I had not yet spent, so I splurged.

If you know me, you know that these days my gardening is confined to a large number of flower pots framing my second-story deck. Starting with gift garden figurines, I have collected a variety of decorative objects to place among the flowers. And I added two more to my collection yesterday. I also found a large piece I like that will hang on the side of the house. It may still look like winter outside, but spring is coming--and in the meantime the things I bought will live in my house.

Though cloudy, the trip home went smoothly. We listened to a book on tape by a favorite author, and the roads were dry. We watched snow squalls blow across the hilltops in the distance. Sundance Mountain was almost obscured, but by the time we got there the squall had moved on. Though most of the countryside on the trip had just remnants of snow here and there, Sundance was white. It sticks up higher than the surrounding countryside and catches everything.

Snow squalls moving along the tops of the hills.

We were glad to get home.