The Shopping Experience

I am not a shopper.  I confess.  I go into a store to buy what I want and then I leave.  I don't really understand the concept of browsing through acres and acres of clothing or much of anything else.  I will, however, shop for particular "items" in thrift stores to enable me to "create" something else.

But, having been the owner of two stores for the last few years, I have had to change my thinking.  People like bargains.  Bargains.  What is a bargain exactly?  Is it cheap?  Or readily available?  Why

Gerry's Shoe Repair

do you buy it?  Do you need it?  All things I have had to think about being on the "other end" of the retail line.

Not too long ago we participated in Small Business Saturday.  It is a great idea.  I am not real sure it has fully caught on yet however.  But if you take into consideration just what shopping at a small

Southside Market

business does, you may change you mind about dropping your wad at a box store.

Yes, if you shop locally, you are supporting someone within our community.  Do you want to run down the street and get milk, or nuts and bolts, or a quick snack?   If you don't shop in town, you will end up with no place in town to shop.  It is kind of the "you scratch my back and I will scratch yours" concept.  I support them, and they, in turn, support someone else in the area, who may shop in my store at some point.  What goes around, comes around.  But what is important is that we are all involved in the retail trade that builds up the community.

I am ever so aware of this at The Calico Cupboard.  As a consignment store we offer a venue for our

The Calico Cupboard

local artists and crafters to sell their wares.  So when you purchase from us, you not only help to pay our bills, you are supporting any number of others within our community.  These are individuals who would have no other way to showcase their items.  Besides which, you will have purchased a unique, one of a kind item.

And the donations made and money spent at Twelve Baskets Thriftique stays right here in our little community. Your purchases support the library, food bank, fire department, senior center, scholarships, and numerous other entities that, in turn, are there to help you in a number of ways.  They provide you with services, food, education, aid in emergencies.  See how it all works.  It is never just one person who does anything.  Each of you is part of a much larger picture.  You may not see your purchase as helping your neighbor, but it is!

Corner Market

So as you head into the new year, consider your community when you head off on a shopping spree.

Hometown Hardware

  You are part of the whole.  Without each and every one of you, the community is either bolstered or it is deprived.  Yes, you can undoubtedly get things cheaper in department stores.  But can you get someone who calls you by name, knows your family, offers you a cup of coffee and a time to chat, who listens to your problems and rejoices in your successes.   What is all of that worth?  Can you even put a price on it?  I doubt it.

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Memories

Memories.  Memories are strange things.  Depending on what they are, they can be wonderful and treasured, but no matter the memory, they often can't be fully shared with other people.  No matter how hard I try, I can't truly convey exactly what happened to me.  I can't share the experience completely because you weren't there.  And even if you were there, we would probably see and experience the same thing in a different way.

I recently took a vacation.  The first real vacation I think I have ever taken.  Oh, we took trips to see family every year, but for me that was not a vacation.  For me a vacation is doing something that you want to do, seeing and experiencing something new, learning and growing, relaxing, enjoying

yourself, and maybe doing absolutely nothing but absorbing the very presence of God.

I did this.  For a week, I walked the beaches of the barrier islands in North Carolina.  It was cool, sometimes windy, even rained once, but I walked none the less.  I filled my pockets with shells, took off my shoes and waded in the surf, sifted the grainy sand between my toes, felt the water sneak up and catch my pants and suddenly I was wet to the knees.  I watched the dolphins jump and play, saw fishing trawlers with the catch of the day, and I strolled on the pier.  The Sandpipers were busy

chasing the bubbles left by tiny edible critters just below the surface, the gulls darted after snacks thrown their way. The crashing of the waves against the beach, those unending waves that seem to race one another to get to the shore, to me it was all new and fascinating.  The ebb and flow of the tides, the deer that crossed my path, even the handful of people with whom I had to share "my" beach, it all created a memory that will stay in my mind for a long time.  In it all, I felt the overwhelming peace of God, the joy of life, and the incredible wonder of creation.  I can tell you all these things, but I really can't completely share them with you.  There were too many minutes, too many waves, too many sunsets.  The memories will be mine, and while you may get a glimpse, you will never see the whole picture as I saw it.

And those other memories.  The memories of time spent with old friends, making new friends, or talking to "world travelers" made me realize how very small my world is.  My "old" friends have been a part of my life for almost 50 years.  We don't see each other often because they live in Israel.  So this was a special treat.  We picked up where we left off the last time we saw each other and had some great visits.  I met new friends, also from Israel.  I celebrated Shabbat, I ate new foods, and I was literally "lost in the translation" of numerous languages spoken at the dinner table.  I met people from South Africa and Ireland.  We discussed everything: religion, politics, faith, history . . . life in

its fullest.  To say it was wild would be a total understatement.  I literally felt like I had experienced those parts of the world first hand.  I learned about England, India, Spain and Poland, even about the Appalachian Mountains in my own country.  One of my host's father worked for Prince Charles.  It was always a stimulating conversation.  My questions, their questions: so much to learn.  Memories.  I still think about those conversations and probably will for my lifetime.

And, and I gained a new confidence.  Never having navigated large airports, I had to change planes in Atlanta.  My new mantra became "ASK".  People are ever so willing to help you.  After walking a hundred miles, I pulled up my bootstraps and got on the train.  So easy.  Why did it feel so daunting before I tried it?  Am I too old for some new tricks?  Evidently there is still some ability in the old dog to learn.....thank you Lord!  And let's do this again!

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Holiday Time

I used to love the holidays.  That was before. . . before I became a business owner and learned about marketing.  I was so hard on retail outlets who began putting up Christmas decorations in September.  I am now beginning to understand their rational.  So by the time Christmas actually rolls around, I am so tired of Christmas that I could care less about shopping, or decorating,  or much else "holiday-ish".

It is interesting how our priorities change over time.  I have become my mother!  I used to get on her case because she didn't put up a tree.  Now I think I get it.  It isn't putting up all the stuff that is a problem, it is taking it all down and putting it away.  And she never wanted any gifts.  I get that now too.  There isn't anything I need at this point in life.  Right now I should be radically downsizing!   And I don't think I am the only one.

I saw a blip on Facebook recently that said something to the effect that once the grandparents pass away, the family dynamic for holiday celebrations change.  I can see that happening within our family. My in-laws had specific traditions that came from the "old country" which made up their Christmas celebration.  Now that Grandma and Grandpa are gone, the traditions are changing because the grand and great grand children don't have that memory to draw them back.  Christmas Eve has moved to Christmas morning.  Traditional foods have changed to things that the younger generation likes, even the gift exchange has changed.  We now do "white elephant gifts" and "ugly sweater

Making memories.  A sleigh ride in the mountains.

contests".  Gone is the traditional reading of the Christmas Story, the Christmas Eve church services, and so on.  It feels sad sometimes, but life plows on even if I drag my feet.  Real trees have been exchanged for fake, Santa has replaced Jesus.  We now have light parades rather than cruising the streets to view the lights.  Not everything "new" is bad, but hopefully we can retain some of the old traditions too.

So what can we do?  First, I don't think we need to adopt every new fad that comes out.  I don't need a pink tree to match my décor.  Or an outlandish gift for everyone.  Secondly, I think we can let go of a few things but still retain the meaning of the holiday.  As the "older" generation, we should set a standard of what is important and what is not.  The relationships, the memories, the joy are important.  The amount of gifts or money spent is not!  I love to make memories.  We need more of those special times that we share, laugh, tease, and are just silly!

So as you enter this season, this holiday time, remember what is important.  Build relationships, establish traditions, enjoy your friends and family, laugh, and remember who is the center of the holiday.  Christ.  Without his birth, we would celebrate nothing.  Remember.

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How to start a business - 201

For those of you who read How To Start a Business - 101, this will be the "rest of the story".  Having established Twelve Baskets Cooperative Ministry and also having a number of years of experience under our belts, we began considering the "other" aspect of our dream.  We "Three Crazy Ladies" also desired to have a consignment boutique in which we could sell the arts and crafts of our local artists.  For a small spot in the road, Glenns Ferry seems to have an incredible number of talented people, many of which have kept their abilities hidden.  And thus began the dream.

Once again, we were back at square one.  No money, no building, no inventory.  But we had experience . . .for all the good it was doing us.  Believe me, we prayed diligently.  We looked at buildings that were for sale, fully knowing that there was no way we could buy them . . . but the dream would not die.  Then one day a benefactor "caught'" our dream and gifted us enough money to purchase a building!  Not any building, but one on the main street!  A perfect location for the business we had in mind.

So we had a building.  And three weeks in which to get it ready to open.  We raided our husband's tool chests and armed with hammers, saws and power tools, we charged right into carpentry, plastering, painting, and fixing.  The days were 15-18 hours long, the temperatures over 100 degrees (it was August), so when I say we put blood, sweat and tears into our project, it was literally true.  Often we crawled home at the end of the day.  But we were not alone.  What we could not handle, our family and community turned up to help us accomplish.  They moved heavy counters, installed shelving, fixed air conditioners, repaired  walls and carpet, and so much more.

And while we were still hard at work renovating, the consignments began to roll in.  People who did woodworking, needlecraft, jewelry, or had antiques and collectables all walked in the door before we were officially a business.  By the time the store was ready to open, we had products to sell!  The Calico Cupboard still gets new consignees with unique items to sell on a regular basis.  Everything from oil paintings, to antler art, to jewelry, doll clothes, baby blankets, rugs, repurposed furniture, soaps and jellies, to name just a few things, grace the store.  Each and every one are unique, "one of a kind" items.

Believe me when I tell you, that "empty feeling" in the store only lasted about ten minutes . . . within weeks we were over flowing with goods.

Along with our experience in retail selling, we now became intimately familiar with property taxes, insurance, and other things that take a chunk out of your "income".   The first winter we discovered drainage problems and ended up with a flooded basement.  Maintenance.  Frozen water pipes.  We learned a lot about that.  And just before we opened, someone hurled a rock through our plate glass window.  Fortunately our newly purchased insurance bought us a new window.

And while we had given the inside of the building an upgrade, the outside left something to be desired.  It was a bland gray with absolutely no "punch" that would invite people in.  Thinking that we could live with it until we could afford to fix it, we felt so blessed when Operation Face Lift nominated us for a make over.  They provided the paint, we provided the labor for a whole new look.

Again it was hard physical labor in 100 degree heat scaping, painting, climbing ladders, balancing on scaffolding, all accomplished by the "Three Crazy Ladies".  With the new paint and the new signs, we now have an outside that matches our inside!

 But as with all things we had ever done, we needed to evolve to make it work for us.  We started with a small tea room, craft weekends, created an internet web site for on line shoppers, then we moved on to a year around Christmas shop, and in the process of consigning, we learned a ton about all sorts of "things" that people brought in to sell.  Some of it worked, some of it didn't.  If it worked, we expanded on it, if it didn't, it fell by the wayside. I suspect we will continue to evolve as the years go by.  Everything in life is a lesson in something.

One thing we had to balance was time management.  We now had two businesses to juggle between the three of us.  And while that doesn't sound too hard, add in our personal struggles and family lives and it can make life quite interesting.  But we managed to keep the doors open five days a week with the help of Heidi's daughter and granddaughter.  Little Adeline came to work when she was less than a week old and has been a customer draw ever since!

And again, I would not necessarily recommend to anyone that you begin a business the way we did.  Although, prayer should certainly be a major part of your planning.  It might be a good idea to develop a business plan and talk to people who could offer you some financial guidance.  That way you don't have to learn so many things the hard way!  But sometimes experience is the best teacher.

My advice?  Believe in yourself, don't give up your dreams, and never shirk hard work!

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Every Day is a Gift

I did an article on waiting in lines a short while back. I have had the dubious pleasure of spending even more time in physician’s waiting rooms. But it is not with joy or humor that I choose to write about that. For those sitting there have stories to tell, pain to share, and a life that the rest of us know nothing about.

I spend hours each week at the Mountain States Tumor Institute (MSTI) in Boise while my husband has his cancer treatments. It is an all day affair which results in considerable observation. As I look at the faces, I wonder about their “story”. Some appear to be old hands when it comes to all the rigmarole involved with their particular treatment. Others wear this face of pain and fear. Some are young and some are old. No one wants cancer, but for the young it just seems so very wrong. Some are cheerful and upbeat, others are sad and down trodden. Some don’t seem to care anymore. I wonder about them all.

I wonder about the young woman who was pregnant and receiving chemotherapy. What a choices she must have had to make. Not only will she worry about herself, but she will worry about this new life she is carrying within her body. Will it be unaffected by the treatments? Will she ever get to see the baby, much less raise it? Those thoughts have to increase your torment when dealing with cancer.

And then there was the young man who was receiving financial counseling in the waiting room. He had his whole life to consider, plus monumental bills for his health care. He had to choose between living or dying because of the affordability of treatment. That just adds one more stress morsel to his plate. I try not to listen, but it is inevitable and it breaks my heart.

There are those who show up for their appointment alone. And then there are those who have a herd of people with them. I feel for both. When I am sick…..leave me alone! But many people draw strength from having loved ones around. If they feel loved and supported, bring on the troops. And if you want to be alone, I respect that too. As long as you are alone by choice and not because you have no one in your life to help you.

And then there are the doctors and nurses. I asked the radiation oncologist why she chose this particular field since she was inevitably upbeat and joyful, full of hugs and laughter. She said “hope”. “I can offer people hope.” And she was so good at that. She listened, encouraged, cajoled, but more than anything she offered us hope. A little bit of hope goes a long way.

Each of the doctors bring their own gift to the table. The chemotherapy oncologist brings honesty. He tells us repeatedly that he will always tell us the truth about the progression and treatment of the cancer. It isn’t that he isn’t kind and pleasant, he is, but his focus is on the truth. I appreciate that. You can operate with the truth. You can make decisions, plan ahead and not be slammed with surprise. That is a good thing.

People who work at the MSTI health care facility are gifted people. I could not do it. But when I ask the nurses, they tell me they love it. And the fact that they do love their work shows in how they treat each individual patient. They are kind, gentle, caring, encouraging, concerned, even fun and full of teasing. How can you love something when you know that eventually the largest percentage of your patients will die? It takes a unique individual to find joy in treating the living while they are here. It truly is a gift. And I am ever so grateful that they have found their work home at MSTI and share their gift with us each week.

I pray none of you ever have to spend time in waiting rooms “observing” people. But you can learn a lot from their examples. I commend the medical community for all they do. You are sorely under appreciated. In the three plus years of spending time in and out of various medical facilities, I have only run into one “lemon”. He was an ICU doctor, and I fired him immediately. I know, you didn’t see that coming! But don’t mess with “Mama Bear”.

I guess if I had to lump it all into one category, I would say that they all cared. I am sure everyone of them have a bad day now and then, they have problems at home or with family, but we never see it or feel it. Bless them. It is my job to let them know that everything they do is appreciated beyond anything I can actually express. I try to do that as often as I can. A word of appreciation goes a long way to make anyone’s day better. We need to do that more frequently that we do.

Remember life is a gift. All we really have is today. Use it, enjoy it, live it!

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messy

Life is filled with messy people. Really. When my daughter was a teenager, it became abundantly clear that I had raised a slob. I never saw the floor of her room for six years. I cleaned it in the beginning, but that came to a screeching halt eventually. I finally just shut the door because I couldn’t handle looking at it. Sometimes it is better to forgo the battles to win the war. And winning a war can take a long time. But today she keeps her house neat as a pin!

But there is more to the battle between the “messy” people and the “tidy” people. And it actuality, it has little to do with whether or not you can see their floor. Yes, there are those of us who like things neat and organized, and there are others who could care less. Two of the most special people in my life were total and complete slobs. They were a mess . . . on the outside. On the inside, they were the most sincere, loving people I have ever known. Unfortunately, many people never got beyond the mess.

I suspect we all see ourselves as just a little bit perfect. But, when push comes to shove, aren’t we all pretty messy? When someone just “pops” in for a visit, don’t we all rush to clean the counters, pick things up, shove stuff behind or under the furniture. We want others to think we are always neat and tidy. And part of our messiness is that we lie by trying to deceive other people.

Which leads me to wonder about all of us so called “tidy” people. Are we, in fact, just messy people in disguise? More than likely. In my entire life, I don’t think I have ever met anyone who had their life entirely “together” all of the time. Frankly, I don’t think it is possible. And it isn’t possible because we never know what life will hand us. Will it be money, joy, friends, a home or a job or will it be illness, death, divorce, loss or pain? Some we can choose, others we can not. But we can chose how we will react to any given situation. Is it truly possible to take lemons and make lemonade?

As a child I remember a horrendous hail storm that literally stripped trees to the trunk and killed livestock. But what also lives in my memory was our neighbor’s reaction to it. They were dirt poor, hard scrabble farmers that literally lived in a shack by the river. They desperately needed everything that they had just lost. Unable to control the situation, they gathered hailstones and made ice cream. It is a memory that will never leave me. I can not control every situation but I can control how I react to it. Am I willing to make ice cream?

Life is messy. People are messy. Situations are messy. What do we do? Live with it? Change it? Fix other people so their mess looks like our mess? Or perhaps we need to be a little less judgmental of other people’s messes and check out our own. Until we have literally “walked a mile in their shoes”, we can afford to be a little bit lenient.

Nobody is perfect. Nobody is “tidy” all the time. Truth be known, we are all a mess pretty much all of the time. Just check your thoughts . . . it can be pretty scary in your head, confronting the things that float through your mind. You may never say it, but it is there. I am not judging you, I am commiserating with you. I will never truly fit in a “tidy” world because my messes run deep. I can sweep them under the bed and you will never know about the mess, but it still exists. I have dust bunnies hidden under there that could leap tall buildings in a single bound.

I don’t have a solution for our messes. We can help people that need help. Or we can watch them flounder. We can judge less and care more. Nobody likes to clean up someone else’s trash, but are we willing to forgo a few battles to win the war?

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How to start a business - 101. Twelve Baskets Cooperative Ministry

In my entire life, of considerable years, I never thought I would own a business.  I had dreamed of it, thought about it, but never really considered that it could actually happen.

And then about ten years ago, we three crazy ladies began attending a Bible study.  In the course of spending time together each week, we became aware that all three of us had a version of the same dream.  We talked about it, dreamed about it, and then one day we thought "Why not?"  "How hard

I told you we were crazy!

can this be?"  And so our adventure in partnership began. Over the years we have earned that title, "Three Crazy Ladies", and actually take a certain amount of pride in it.  Because we know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that "We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us."  We have tried many things, and sometimes failed, but more often than not, we have been wildly successful.

And thus was born Twelve Baskets Cooperative Ministry.  Our name being taken from the story in Luke 9:17.  Just like Jesus, we have "leftovers".

We had a few issues initially.  No money.  No building.  No inventory.  Minor complications.  Not women to let minor things get in our way, we charged full steam ahead.  We fully expected everyone to be in total support of our dream.  Not so.  Friends and family (husbands especially) thought we were nuts.  But when you feel the call of God to do something, it is hard to dissuade a person.  We talked and planned and considered . . . and were well aware of every possible reason why it would not work.  But we still pushed forward, prayed a lot, and relied on the guidance from God.

Our new sign.

Then one day, the ball began rolling.  And we have been running to catch it ever since!  A building opened up, along with a month's free rent, but it needed help.  Someone donated five gallons of paint that is truly hard to describe color wise.  While we appreciated the paint, the color left a lot to be desired.  What should come through the door next but more paint.  Taking a leap of faith, we poured all the colors together and mixed.  We ended up with a beautiful taupe color.  And so we painted.  The very last drop of unmatchable paint finished the job!  We had a building ready to go but no inventory.  Two of us came up with $100 each and answered an ad on Craig's list for clothing racks.  We ended up with a truck load of "stuff" to enable us to open a second hand store.  Someone gave us a cash register, steamer, iron and ironing board, shelving, you name it and it walked in the door.  We would no more than say "We could use …." and it would appear.  Donations began to roll in in the form of clothing, household items, linens, bedding, toys.  And one month later Twelve Baskets Cooperative ministry was up and running.

We had decided that this was to be a multi-faceted ministry, but we had no idea just how far reaching it would be.  Yes, we would give all of our profits back to the community, but we would also serve as a safe place where people could share their problems, be loved and cared for, and feel the presence of God in their life.  And it worked.  Twelve Baskets quickly became a fixture in our community. 

And then this walked through the door.

Just for us!

Operating only Fridays and Saturdays each week with a volunteer crew, it has expanded into the community by sponsoring an annual coat give-away, teacher support fund, scholarships, tithes to existing community endeavors, help to individuals, and much more.

At some point about two years into this business, we decided it would be advantageous to file for governmental non-profit status.  Again, we had advice from many sectors.  Some said we needed a lawyer, others a CPA, and others who thought it was impossible.  After much prayer, we printed off the ream of paper work and began to wade through all the questions.  To be honest, I don't think we had a clue when it came to some of the "government-ese".  But we made a stab at it and did the best we could since we didn't have the cash to hire professional help.  We were told it could take up to a year or more for approval.  A few weeks later, I got a phone call that I was missing two sheets of the form.  So I sent it off to them and within three months we were a legal non-profit ministry!  Another answered prayer.  We had seen so many answers that it is impossible to believe we were in this alone.

Now nearly nine years later we are still evolving.  The community has come out in force to support us with the donation of goods, the purchase of items, and volunteering to help keep us up and running.  We have developed a family around this ministry and it is wonderful to see all the lives that have been touched in one way or another.

Yes, it sounds like a fairy tale in some ways.  But it has not been easy.  While Twelve Baskets flourished, our personal lives took a turn that was unforeseen.  First, Carolyn's son suffered a broken neck from a fall that resulted in paralysis.  After months in the hospital, she became his primary care giver.  Heidi's husband was diagnosed with a debilitating disease from which he will not improve, and my husband developed cancer.  And while that was all daunting, God never let us lose sight of the fact that this business was not "ours", it was His.  And He would not fail to be there to provide and support us both in business and at home.

It has also been insightful to watch our volunteers evolve in the use of their gifts and talents.  Everyone begins work with us in the sorting room.  It ain't glamorous!   It is hard, often dirty work.  But as people work for us, we see a niche that seems to fit them and eventually we let them run with that.  Perhaps they like to organize, or decorate, or clean, or run the cash register.  We don't know, and I don't think our volunteers really know either, until they give it a try.  We never started knowing who would do what, but God has sorted and sifted our gifts and talents to make the operation run smoothly.  We have developed long lasting, personal relationships with our volunteers and our customers.  We know your names, your families, some of your problems, your struggles, and your joys.  We are blessed when you share your life with us.  We are blessed when we can share all that we have with you.

So this is the story of a dream, friendship, faith, and trust in the Lord.  Were there bumps in the road? You bet.  We did everything backward, against the rules, and often times the hard way.  But we succeeded beyond our wildest dreams.  Not because the business itself is monetarily self-sustaining at the moment, but because of the lives we have touched, the people who have been helped, and the knowledge that God's presence is there for all.

We are not "just" a thrift store.  We minister to each person that walks in the door.  We listen, we help, we provide, we are just there for an afternoon chat.  Stop and visit us sometime.  We would love to get to know you!

But the dream was not yet complete.  Stay tuned for How to start a business - 201.

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How's your education?

I remember, as a kid, my parents talking about their education.  My dad only graduated from the 8th grade but went on to serve in the army during World War II, operate a farm and lumber mill.  It was not looked down upon by others that he did not have a high school education because he was smart

My dad logging with a team of horses.

and wise in a lot of ways that did not come from a book.  He could figure square and linear feet of
 lumber in his head.  He could estimate the board
feet of lumber in a single log.

While I am awful at math, I seem to have inherited his ability to "estimate" when it comes to certain things. . . like how much wall paper you will need for a project.  Back then people were judged on their work ethic, their God given gifts, and their tenacity.  These things have passed by the wayside today.

I found this exam on line and in looking it over, I would have a tough time completing it even with help.  I am thinking our educational system has completely fallen through the cracks!  I doubt people with a PhD could complete this today.  Why don't you give it a try!

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Eighth Grade Final Exam

1895

Salina, Kansas

Grammar (Time, 1 hour)

1. Give nine rules for the use of capital letters.

2. Name the parts of speech and define those that have no modifications.

3. Define verse, stanza and paragraph.

4. What are the principal parts of a verb? Give principal parts of lie, play and run.

5. Define case; illustrate each case.

6. What is punctuation? Give rules for principal marks of punctuation.

7-10. Write a composition of about 150 words and show therein that you understand the practical use of the rules of grammar.

Arithmetic (Time, 1 hour and 15 minutes)

1. Name and define the Fundamental Rules of Arithmetic.

2. A wagon box is 2 feet deep, 10 feet long, and 3 feet wide. How many bushels of wheat will it hold?

3. If a load of wheat weighs 3,942 pounds, what is it worth at 50 cents a bushel, deducting 1,050 pounds for tare?

4. District No. 33 has a valuation of $35,000. What is the necessary levy to carry on a for school seven months at $50 per month, and have $104 for incidentals?

5. Find the cost of 6,720 pounds of coal at $6.00 per ton.

6. Find the interest of $512.60 for 8 months and 18 days at 7 percent.

7. What is the cost of 40 boards 12 inches wide and 16 feet long at $20 per meter?

8. Find bank discount on $300 for 90 days (no grace) at 10 per cent.

9. What is the cost of a square farm at $15 per acre, the distance of which is 640 rods?

10. Write a Bank Check, a Promissory Note, and a Receipt.

U.S. History (Time, 1 hour)

1. Give the epochs into which U.S. History is divided.

2. Give an account of the discovery of America by Columbus.

3. Relate the causes and results of the Revolutionary War.

4. Show the territorial growth of the United States.

5. Tell what you can of the history of Kansas.

6. Describe three of the most prominent battles of the Rebellion.

7. Who were the following: Morse, Whitney, Fulton, Bell, Lincoln, Penn, and Howe?

8. Name events connected with the following dates: 1607, 1620, 1800, 1849, 1865.

Orthography (Time, 1 hour)

1. What is meant by the following: alphabet, phonetic, orthography, etymology, syllabication.

2. What are elementary sounds? How are they classified?

3. What are the following, and give examples of each. Trigraph, subvocals, diphthong, cognate letters, linguals.

4. Give four substitutes for caret'u'.

5. Give two rules for spelling words with final 'e'. Name two exceptions under each rule.

6. Give two uses of silent letters in spelling. Illustrate each.

7. Define the following prefixes and use in connection with a word: Bi, dis-mis, pre, semi, post, non, inter, mono, sup.

8. Mark diacritically and divide into syllables the following and name the sign that indicates the sound: card, ball, mercy, sir, odd, cell, rise, blood, fare, last.

9. Use the following correctly in sentences: cite, site, sight, fane, fain, feign, vane, vain, vein, raze, raise, rays.

10. Write 10 words frequently mispronounced and indicate pronunciation by use of diacritical marks.

Geography (Time, 1 hour)

1. What is climate? Upon what does climate depend?

2. How do you account for the extremes of climate in Kansas?

3. Of what use are rivers? Of what use is the ocean?

4. Describe the mountains of North America.

5. Name and describe the following: Monrovia, Odessa, Denver, Manitoba, Hecla, Yukon, St. Helena, Juan Fernandez, Aspinwall and Orinoco.

6. Name and locate the principle trade centers of the U.S.

7. Name all republics of Europe and give the capital of each.

8. Why is the Atlantic coast colder than the Pacific at the same latitude?

9. Describe the process by which the water of the ocean returns to the sources of the rivers.

10. Describe the movements of the earth. Give the inclination of the earth.

Notice that the exam took 5 hours to complete.

Yes, it is Paradise!

Did you know that I live in paradise? Really, I do. Paradise Valley. Now some would argue that it is not a true paradise because it comes with its fair share of goat heads, poison ivy, thistles, bind weed and such, but who’s counting?

Paradise is probably in the eye of the beholder. Growing up in North Dakota with endless miles of green fields and lush prairies, the first time I lived in the desert was a SHOCK. But then again, we really lived in the DESERT. Central Utah has a lot of sand, and wind, and sand. The combination of which would remove the paint from your car if you left it out long enough. It was hot and flat and arid and devoid of life as I knew it. I had serious doubts about people who would actually CHOSE to live there. Not me. I was a seasonal, fly by night visitor that only spent a couple summer months there. And was ever so I grateful when I could move on!

My second exposure to the Utah desert lasted nine years. While not a happy camper initially, I grew to love the land. For in that area, there were mountains that offered respite from the unrelenting sun and heat. One could escape to an idyllic world of mountain streams and pine forests within minutes. But the harsh reality of sand, sagebrush and cactus was just around the corner. In those nine years, I began to appreciate the stark, but often, overwhelming beauty of the desert. I did not find it in the heat or sand or stickers. I learned to appreciate the small things around me. I found beauty in the infinite hues of the rocks, in those tiny green plants that manage to survive and even thrive in a hostile environment. The tenacious trees that took root in solid rock; trees that were bent in surrender to the wind and weather, and yet still managed to cling to life. The desert varnish that poured down the canyon walls painting them with extraordinary color, the sunsets, the snowflakes the size of silver dollars that created a new and pristine world all became a part of the incredible beauty I now saw. It was all there, beauty everywhere, I just had to look.

From there we moved to Idaho, which in its own way was not so far from the farming landscape of North Dakota. Even though the desert was not that far out of sight, it felt a little less “deserty” with all the irrigation surrounding us.  Glenns Ferry came after short interludes in Caldwell and Pendleton,

The mighty Snake as it winds through the mesas.

Oregon. But by that time I had learned to see beyond the obvious. I never tire of the infinite shades of purple and blue and gray that meld our mesa landscapes into works of art at sunset. Have you truly admired a desert flower blooming in the midst of a vast area of nothing, or even managing to bless us with its beauty beside the road? What about the crystal clarity of our night sky. Beauty is everywhere, we have but to look.

I have begun to see people in the same light. What appears on the surface is often not a true depiction of that person. Why is it so easy to judge? I fall into it so easily. They are not dressed right, they are dirty, they are uneducated, they are rude or ill mannered, they step on my toes, they are . . . you fill in the blank. I have friends and acquaintances from all walks of life, all ages, all interests. And while that can sometimes cause friction, more often than not, it enriches how I perceive things. You just have to look. What about that person who is rude? Perhaps they are hurting or frightened. Seek out young people, they are the future. Learn from them. Settle in with the aged, they have so much wisdom and humor to share. One of my good friends was 103 when she died a few years ago. She was a pistol and I loved every minute I spent with her.

Like everything else on this planet, we are unique. No two trees or flowers or animals are identical, why should we be? Instead, we should enjoy our differences, learn from other’s experiences, and remember that we could be that thorn in someone else’s shoe. Like the goat heads and cactus, sometimes the sharp stuff gets all our attention. You can lay money on the fact that I don’t like to step on a thorn, and you can also be assured that I will be more careful next time. There is nothing wrong

Even Rabbit brush can be pretty!

with being careful, as long as it doesn’t keep us from truly living life to the fullest, sharing our life with others and softening our edges so we don’t damage those around us. And there are times when I willingly go back for more. Not because I enjoy the pain involved, but because I know it will be satisfying in the end. Case in point . . . I have wild blackberries everywhere; they would be in the house if I don’t get them cut back. It is necessary to expose myself to the thorns to accomplish the task. Not because I want to . . . but because I must. And the outcome will be good. I will not have stickers in yard and I will have fruit within reach. Sometimes we have to think long term and suffer a bit to create something beautiful and useful. Is it worth it? Every time!

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Education 101

Robert Fulghum wrote a book some time ago called All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. There is probably a great deal of truth in that, but I have come to the conclusion that ninety percent of my “real life" education, I got while standing in line.

Did you ever notice that when you are standing in line you are pretty much invisible? People talk around you or over you with not care in the world that you might overhear the intimate details of their lives. Now I know there are those of you who would join right in the conversation. But I am not one of you. I just listen . . . and continue to expand my education.

JoAnn’s Craft Store or Walmart are my favorite places to stand in line. NOT! But it does provide a venue for me to extend my education while there. Sometimes there are 20 people in front of me, all of whom have an opinion about something. I really have attempted to join the conversation (on very rare occasions) but am often looked at like I have three eyes and floppy ears. So I just listen. I peruse the candy and analyze the gizmos on the shelf as I wait. Do you know how many kinds of chocolate they have there? Umpteen. And how many $19.95 gizmos that don’t work, or zillions of flavors of body lotions and candles. Granted you don’t learn a lot from labels, but every little bit helps.

Have you ever watched people shop while in line? They read the magazines, handle all the goodies in the aisle, even smell things. Oh ya, I am guilty. What else do you do there? Shuffle your feet, push the person in front of you a littler closer to the check stand, or you can check out the merchandise that was put there to tempt you. Did you notice that they never have fresh veggies or fruit lining the aisles.

What they do have in abundance are “gossip” magazines. I would never stoop so low as to actually buy one, but I can flip pages to my hearts content while in line. You don’t have to actually “read” them, you just look at the pictures of all the “beautiful people” with problems. Is that suppose to make those of us without fame and fortune feel better? Kinda. Maybe?

Life in “the line” is also a fashion statement to the extreme. Since when did people go to the store in their pajamas, or wear their underwear on the outside of their clothing, or let every ounce of your well fed bodies hang out for all to see. I know more about your anatomy than you do. And some of it ain’t so pretty. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with the urge to yank down those pants that are already half way to your knees. But I am sure it would be for naught. For while standing in line at the deli one day, one such young man took his pants off and readjusted everything and put them back on. Way too much information!

And I would love to tell you how much my vocabulary has expanded . . . NOT! I do know a lot of words that I would never use in public or anywhere else. Why do people think that vulgar language makes them . . . I don’t know, smart, hip, cool? It certainly doesn’t make them look intelligent. It does make them appear trashy, uneducated, and most certainly unemployable. I would never hire someone who found it necessary to express themselves with four letter words! Do you realize how you sound?

But my biggest issue is how you treat your children. I can tell what kind of person you are by how you treat your children and animals. My heart aches when I hear you yell and debase your little ones for just being children. Now those that are having tantrums, they need an education, but those who are just being kids don’t deserve to be told to shut up, threatened with who knows what, or told they are dummies. You are very scary sometimes. And my heart bleeds for the damage you are doing to the next generation.

I could share information concerning your diets, personal problems, medical misadventures, intimate issues, and a boat load of other stuff. Beware of us quiet ones, we might appear to be invisible, but we are listening. I have probably taken eavesdropping to a fine art. And I often wish I hadn’t.

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Livin' it up in Glenns Ferry

Do you know how proud I am to be a part of this community?  For a "spot in the road" this little town is busier than a jumping bean.

We will celebrate our second community wide Fall Harvest Festival on October 27th.  From the looks of things, it has expanded and grown in just one year.  There are booths for shopping, food to try, a chili cook off, games to play, costume contests, trunk or treat, and so much more!  It is  so heartwarming to see the community step up and participate. Whether you sponsor a booth, provide an

Servers at theThanksgiving dinner.

activity, or just come to spend the day having good time, you will all add to the fun and flavor of the day.

We have another community event coming in November. It is the annual Community Thanksgiving Dinner on November 17^th at the VFW Hall. Each year I watch more and more people take ownership of this event by providing food, setting up and cleaning up, serving, and helping in so many different ways. I love to hear the cacophony of all those voices visiting with each other, enjoying their meal, and reaching out to get to know one another as they fellowship together. This is what our country is about . . . sharing, caring, and reaching out to each other.

Another event that has been going on for a number of years is the annual Coat Give-Away on October 20th. Each year we collect coats, hundreds and hundreds of coats, thanks to the community’s generosity, and give them to anyone who has a need. There are no questions asked, no need to qualify . . . just come and get a coat so you won’t be cold in the winter. Approximately 300 coats are dispersed in our area alone. The rest are passed on to homeless shelters or other entities that can reach

Free coats.

people in need.

And then we have all the activities coming up for the holidays. I would love to see the community organizations step up and participate in the Holiday Light Parade on November 24th as well as the various activities offered by the Dickens Festival which begins December 2nd. You are all needed: whether you participate in one of the many contests, dress up in a period costume, sing carols, attend a tea with Mr. Dickens or enjoy the performance of “A Christmas Carol”.

And add to this list the Fourth of July Celebration, golf tournaments, Community Church services in the park, the Grape Stomp Fest at the winery, crab feeds, the fishing and kayaking, hunting deer and fowl and we are one busy place!

Just look at that list! We are but a small spot on the map with no major employment to speak of, not a lot going for us (if you just look on the outside). So how does this happen? What is it that sparks this community to strive to be something more? Are we different from other places? I don’t think we are

Shoppers at the Harvest Fest.

all that different from people in other areas. There are good, caring people everywhere. Perhaps we are fortunate that we are small and must work together to make things happen. We don’t have a lot of money (which in my opinion is highly over rated), but we have heart!

Because we don’t have major funding, we have to be creative and innovative. How wonderful is that? We all have talents, gifts, abilities, ideas and thoughts. We need each other. By bringing them all together we have created clever and creative ways to make our little community fun and visible to visitors. Are you new to the area? Please join in and throw your ideas into the mix. Nothing is “set in cement” around here, we are in a constant state of growth and expansion. Which is as it should be.

As I have said ever so many times, “If you talk long enough about the possibilities, someone else will catch your enthusiasm, and the dream will happen”. Listen, learn, grow, participate in whatever way you can. Everyone can add to our community to make it special. You are needed. What can you do? How can you help? Just start hanging out with your friends and neighbors and you will find a place that fits you like a glove. If you don’t, maybe it is time for you to step up to the plate and start something new that will enhance our area.

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My life with goats

Have you ever really wanted something on accounta it was just cute?  I fall prey to that quite frequently.  Especially if it has anything to do with critters.

And so my life with goats began.  I wanted some. I mean I really wanted some cute little bouncy goats!  But in my life I also have a husband.  A husband that takes a lot of wearing down before he will concede he has lost the battle.  It took over two years . . . I am nothing if not persistent.

I finally located some goats for sale relatively cheap.  In retrospect, cheap might have been the key word.  So we packed up the truck and drove 60 plus miles to pick up three goats.  And a very mixed bag they were.  Not really the cute "little" goats I had planned for, but they were goats.  And you can't

"Treats please!"

back out once you have won the battle.  So after much haggling and numerous people engaged in catching the little buggers, we were on our way.

We had prepared an enclosure for the goats.  What we were not was very "goat savey" at this point.  Jerry got the first one out, put her in the pen and she promptly jumped the gate and headed off into the wild blue yonder.  One down.  Number two was a little squirrelier and managed to slip out of Jerry's cold, wet hands.  He headed through the yard running over the cat who was so shocked he fluffed up like a basketball with four little legs and didn't leave the house for a week.  Number two went over the river bank.  He was free to wallow in blackberries all he wanted but we were not going there!  Number three made it to the pen, locked behind the gate which was now nailed in place!  The steam was literally rising from my husband's collar.  By this time it was raining and dark and we were both cold, wet and smelled like goats!

Hence began the great goat round up.  Between us, the neighbors and various contraptions, we spent days trying to corner the escapees. They had no idea where "home" was or who these wanna-be cowboys were that chased them from here to kingdom come.  Eventually we cornered one in the barn and got him locked up.  We finally just gave up on the third one.  After three days of being chased by people, cows and dogs, she resigned herself to stand at the gate pleading to be let in with the other two.  After that whole  fiasco, they had no desire to ever leave home again, even if we left the gate open.

But the great goat learning curve was not yet over.  I also found a purebred pygmy goat that I purchased for my herd.  Lacy was cute, little, bouncy and pregnant.  And I was so excited to have a

Dinner time for Whizzer

baby goat!  We watched and waited until she finally went into labor.  We waited and waited but nothing happened.  Turns out the kid was breech and did not survive.  But we were not sure if she was actually done since most of the time they have twins.  So I called the former owner and she said to bring her half way and she would meet us.  So at midnight we did a goat pelvic exam in the parking lot of the gas station.  No baby.  I left Lacy with her former owner for treatment.  On the way home my droll husband says "We really ought to go out more often."  Really?

Not yet done with the learning curve, we did not understand that goats are browsers not grazers.  So all this lush grass we offered up to them was met with much distain.  They would rather stand on their hind legs and snip the leaves off the nearby trees.  Which was not a problem until Molly leaned a little too far over the fence and became tangled in the wire and hung herself by her hind leg.  By the time I found her she was in shock.  We got her untangled only to find the foot was broken.  I mean really broken....as in you could turn it all the way around broken.  Neither on of us wanted to haul the very cheap goat to the veterinarian.  So we put it in place as best we could, used popsicle sticks for splints and taped it up with duct tape.  The vet was coming by the next day and we told him to stop and be prepared to put her down.  He seemed to think our "doctoring" was okay and went on his way.  The whole escapade had not slowed her down one little bit, not even a limp.  She had no problem standing on those hind legs and challenging me with her ten inch horns.  Now I understand the meaning of a "tough old goat".

All in all, it was a wonderful few years.  We arranged for a "borrow the buck" program so had a couple of batches of adorable babies.  One does not want a buck around for too long as they tend to

Maisy on her playground.

be a little "ripe".  The neighbors were always on the down wind side . . unfortunately for them.

 But the time came when we could not care for their feet anymore so had to find a new home for them.  It was hard to see them go, even harder to go out to their pasture and not have anyone come running for treats and attention.  But I have the memories of our adventures and misadventures to carry me through.

So long little goatlettes.  I miss you!

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Itsy Bitsy kitty

Did you know that God provides what you need the most when you least expect it? There are times when we have no idea what would make us feel better, happier, joyful . . . but God does.

Case in point: A few weeks ago, I heard this terrible caterwauling over by the barn. It sounded like bird screeching because it was locked in the jaws of cat. I could find nothing when I got there but could still hear the noise. Eventually I found a tiny kitten on the other side of the fence screaming its little lungs out. The neighbor had found it soaking wet in the sprinklers and ever so graciously offered to let me take it home.

It was too small and traumatized to eat. It couldn’t have been more than 3 weeks old. So “the old light” comes on upstairs and I remember that my friends have kittens about the same age. Surely momma won’t notice one more mouth at the trough. Or maybe she will. My friend, at least I think we are still friends, ended up keeping the kitten and feeding it goat milk every few hours day and night. When the kitten got so it could eat, she was returned like a bad penny.

I don’t need a kitten. I already have two cats. But she is awfully cute! A true calico with black and yellow spots on a white background with one tiny little black toe. So she arrives. And, as with all adoptees, she ingratiated herself initially. She cuddled and loved on us as only a kitten can. She was a peanut, literally a handful of fluff with four little legs. The honeymoon only lasted a few days. Once she discovered she could explore, the world was the limit! She gallops through the house like a herd of elephants, attacks your legs, arms, face with those needle fine claws and teeth screaming “play with me”, and then drops in the middle of the chaos for a much needed nap.

“The cat from hell” is so bent out of shape that she doesn’t even like herself. The other cat went on a hunger strike initially but is slowly beginning to rethink this little invader. Now and then she even lowers herself to play with the kitten. And even my husband is coming around. It is hard to be grumpy with a cute little kitten on your lap. Me, being the caretaker and playmate, I look like I have been through a meat grinder. Did I mention the sharp teeth and claws?

So just what does this little ball of fluff do for me? I laugh. Her antics are hysterical. It is akin to a “Tom and Jerry” cartoon to watch her navigate the slick floors at top speed. Her curiosity knows no bounds. All of life is an adventure to be explored and enjoyed to the fullest. I need to remember those things. Even when she has a “bad hair day”, which is all the time, life is good.

She bundles buckets of joy into her few ounces of fluff. She lives every moment to the fullest. I envy her energy. Watching her bouncing off the furniture, falling and diving back in for a second try, gives me joy and hope. Yes, hope. It is a reminder that no matter how many times I fall on my face, I can get back up, face the world, and try again.

And she is utterly fearless. Dogs, cats, people, doing a Tarzan swing on the shower curtain, leaping tall buildings with a single bound…..there is no fear. We could all take note of that. How much better, freer, finer would our lives be if we lived it to the fullest without fear. Fear is a terrible yoke to bear, it leaves us feeling helpless and hopeless. What if we just tossed fear to the wind and lived life as if there were no tomorrow? We should, you know. Right now, the present, is all we really have.

And like all babies, she plays. Oh, not with the toys I BOUGHT her, but with those things just laying around. I have empty toilet paper rolls everywhere, and sacks and boxes are more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Another lesson maybe? All the “stuff” in the world won’t make me happy. It is what I do with the stuff I have that brings joy and satisfaction.

So bid a welcome to “Itsy-Bitsy”, the newest member of our household. She will grow up and out of her fun stage in a short time. But every time I see her I will remember how God provided for me when I didn’t even know I was in need. What a special gift.

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