Archive for January, 2014

If early to bed and early to rise, makes a girl, healthy, wealthy and wise, I’m in trouble!

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Photo on 2014-01-31 at 20.57 #2The contractor starts work on the bathroom at 7:00 in the mornings.  This requires me to rise and shine much earlier than usual.  Since I like to read late at night, and often don’t turn out the lights until midnight, getting up early is not my favorite thing to do.

 My Mother, an early riser, for years got up at 4:30 to write her kids before going to work at the Brown Shoe Company.  She got more done before going to work than many would do the whole day. Mama said that people who slept late missed out on a wonderful time of day.

When I was punching the clock as a teacher the alarm went off at 5:30, but I didn’t get as much done as Mama. Ah, but one of the joys of being retired is setting my own ‘lazy girl’ schedule.  For now, however, I am remembering what it is like to get up ‘before the chickens’.

Have a great day, no matter what time it starts.  

My prayer:  Lord you know our needs, great and small.  We put them in your hands.  Help us to relinquish them, and trust you completely. Please bless Jim, the contractor, as he works today. Help him in each decision he makes, and strengthen him in body and spirit. Amen 

Please pray for our Chinese Christian Brothers and Sisters

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For all January Birthday Folks – I hope it was a very good year.

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Good Way to Remember Birthdays!

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Ward, I ‘m worried about The Bieber!





Helpful Hint

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Enjoying the Snow in Atlanta!

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With Great Admiration We Celebrate the Life of Irene Sendler, 1910 – 2008

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In 1942, the Nazis herded hundreds of thousands of Jews into a 16-block area that came to be known as the Warsaw Ghetto. Behind its walls they awaited certain death.

Irena Sendler was appalled and joined a Polish underground resistance movement to rescue Jewish children.

She visited the Ghetto daily, made contacts, brought food, medicine and clothing. 5,000 people were dying a month from starvation and disease in the Ghetto.

Persuading parents to part with their children was a horrendous task, as was finding families willing to shelter the children, and risk their own lives.

 With the help of others she smuggled 2,500 Jewish children to safety and gave them temporary new identities. They were taken out in a variety of ways: gunnysacks, body bags, buried inside loads of goods, or inside coffins. A mechanic took a baby out in his toolbox. 

“Can you guarantee they will live?” The distraught parents asked. She could only guarantee they would die if they stayed. “In my dreams I still hear the cries when they left their parents.”

 “I sent most of the children to religious establishments. I knew I could count on the Sisters. No one ever refused to take a child from me.” 

 Irena Sendler carefully noted, in coded form, the children’s original names and their new identities. She kept the only record of their true identities in jars buried beneath an apple tree in a neighbor’s back yard, across the street from German barracks, hoping she could someday dig up the jars, locate the 2,500 children, and inform them of their past.

In October 1943 she was arrested, imprisoned and tortured by the Gestopo,  who broke her feet and legs. She ended up in the Pawiak Prison, but no one could break her spirit. Though she was the only one who knew the names and addresses of the families sheltering the Jewish children, she withstood the torture, refusing to betray either her associates or any of the Jewish children in hiding.

Sentenced to death, Irena was saved at the last minute when resistance members bribed one of the Germans to halt the execution and she escaped. 

After the war she dug up the jars and used the notes to track down the 2,500 children she placed with adoptive families and to reunite them with relatives scattered across Europe. Sadly, most lost their families during the Holocaust in Nazi death camps.

The children only knew her by her code name ‘Jolanta’. Years later, after she was honored for her wartime work, her picture appeared in a newspaper.  “A man telephoned me and said , ‘I remember your face, it was you who took me out of the ghetto.’  I had many calls like that!”

Irena Sendler did not think of herself as a hero. She claimed no credit for her actions. “I could have done more,” she said. “This regret will follow me to my death. 

Yesterday’s western sky at sunset stopped me in my tracks, to stand amazed at God’s ‘graphics’, and to take a photo.

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