Yes, we were down

We have approximately 80 days left with our boy before he flies back to the states.
We have been putting some extra time here and there into some special experiences with him. One of them is that he and his dad got SCUBA certified. Another is that we went on an overnight trip to a resort on a nearby island (cheaper than staying at a motel 6 in the States, to be honest, and much cleaner and better service, not to mention ambiance. Like this (sorry for sideways pics- I tried fixing them, but the thing locks up when I do):

We took a ferry to the island.  You get on and off the ferry by walking up a ramp made of a piece of lumber about 8 inches wide with a rope for a railing on one side.

Then you land on the pier at the island and walk past the beach and up a steep flight of stairs to get to your room.  Here’s looking down at the beach from the top of those stairs:

Rinse the sand off your feet once you leave the beach.  This is fed by a continual feed of water from the ocean, so it is always full, and always clean.

The rooms are small, but clean and beautiful, and they have a well shaded, large covered patio which is fairly private.  There’s a table and benches here and you ring a bell and the waitress from the restaurant brings you your food, so you eat privately as well.

 

From the patio of our room.  There was also a huge, twin bed sized covered, cushioned bench on the patio.  The boy ended up sleeping out there because his parents snore.

 

Resort beaches are always shaded. Nobody wants to tan here.

Rest and be thankful.

Repairing a cabin roof.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

While we were gone, we had no wifi, no phone service of any kind. And when we got home, the wifi at the house was not working, either.

Both issues were our fault. I thought the blog was set to automatically renew, but it wasn’t, and my husband hadn’t paid the wifi bill. You can’t just call it in or mail it in. You have to go to the office in the mall and pay it in cash in person. And, in our case, once you do that, because we are renters, they want the landlord’s permission to turn it back on (we had to get his permission to have it in the first place). They wanted him there in person.

They wanted to have him come in, but after a couple hours of pleading through one employee after another, my husband convinced them of the truth- our landlord had already done that when he gave us permission to have the wifi in the first place, and in the second place, he is very frail and elderly and he doesn’t go out much and he does not wish to expend his limited energy and strength going to the mall to tell them to do something they should be doing without him. Finally somebody listened and turned it back on- only turning it on was actually a euphemism for ‘It will be back on sometime tomorrow.’

I had to do a little scrambling and creative financial juggling to pay the blog bills, and I am seriously considering just switching back over to plain vanilla free bloghosting before the next bill comes due (six months).

But we’re back. For now.

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“Education” is not enough

“In Germany I frequently discussed the rising tide of conflict, but on one thing professors and students alike were agreed — that fascism could never come to Germany. It was possible in Italy, they said, because of the lack of general education — such a thing could not happen in Germany. Two institutions would prevent this: the great German universities and the German Civil Service. When, contrary to their statements, it did happen in Germany, the two great institutions which collapsed first of all were — the German universities and the German Civil Service. They were the first to serve the Fuehrer, and it was from them that we were to learn the lesson that education in and of itself is not a deterrent to the destruction of a nation. The real questions to be posed are: what kind of education? to what purpose? with what goal? under what standards?”

Bella Dodd was an active, but secret, member of the Communist party in America in the 20s and 30s. She worked tirelessly helping communists to infiltrate teacher’s unions, teacher’s colleges, and classrooms.  Eventually she left, and later testified before Congress about her actions, warning that the ‘materialistic philosophy,’ which she said was now guiding public education, would eventually demoralize the nation.”
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March 11 and 12, 1957

From my great-grandmother’s journal (everytime I write this, I suddenly have this feeling that I mis-wrote and previously referred to these as my *grandmother’s* journal.  But I don’t go back and check, because I’d rather not use my limited Wi-Fi for that).

Monday, March 11:

Paid gas and lights- 20.58 (that’s three bills, I think the gas was for her house in town and the cottage)

Paid conference dues- 3.00

Mrs Fish invited me over for lunch.

 

March 12

Betty Green washed my kitchen ceiling. Kitchen looks a whiz.

Went to OES with Mrs. Fish, a lonely meeting, so few I knew.


Every time I read her journals I am struck by how many people around her included my widowed great-grandmother in their lives- a small circle, but a dedicated group who invited to lunches and dinners and offered rides to functions, and television watching in the evening, and came by to clean things or visit or share produce from their gardens.   I lament the changing times, but I seldom respond by going to visit somebody or having somebody over for dinner or visiting my neighbors.  Oh, horrors, the introvert in me shrinks.

We do have people over, understand. It’s just that I don’t feel like it’s on the same level as these friends and neighbors of my great-grandmother.  However, this week we did buy lawn chairs so we can open our gates of an evening and sit outside them as many of our neighbors do and smile and wave as they go by and offer treats to the children (not a creepy thing to do here).   So there’s that.  No porches- people just stand on the road and visit.=)

I remember visiting this great-grandmother in her nursing home when I was a small child. She was bedridden and in her nineties. I wonder what she would have thought about her great-grand-daughter moving to the Philippines when she was already a grandmother herself, or about me sharing her journals with the whole internet, or at least that small part of it that knows about my small corner and listens in.

I wonder what my grandchildren will be doing in fifty years, and if they will wonder what I would have thought if I knew.  Here’s what I would have thought- I pray that all of you are wise and good and kind and love the Lord and His image-bearers and that wherever you are and whatever you are doing reflects that.

 

 

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March 10, 1957

From my grandmother’s journal:

Cold & windy- Listened to Doc Holland’s sermon.  Mrs. Purcell invited me to her place for a (?? dark times?  that’s not it, and but I don’t know what it actually says).  It was so good.

In the evening went to Fish’s for a short time. Then watched Purcell’s television.

 

What was so good?  Drunk limes?  Dark Crimes?  My great-grandmother was God and garden loving, solid member of the community, so we must set aside dark crime and drunk limes.  What’s your guess?

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What’s For Breakfast, And How Hard Did You Work For It?

This is an interesting article to discuss over your breakfast table:

The Bloomberg index calculates the average cost and affordability of a typical breakfast — one cup of whole milk, one egg, two slices of toast and a piece of fruit — for 129 global and regional financial centers. Rankings are based on market prices for the last 12-18 months from Numbeo.com, an online database of user-contributed city and country statistics.

The index reveals wide affordability gaps between the top and bottom cities in some economic regions. Breakfast costs just over 1 percent of a day’s pay for people in Switzerland’s Zurich and Geneva, while Ukrainians in Kiev must shell out about 6 percent. In Asia, the cost is less than 1 percent in Osaka, compared with 12 percent in Hanoi, Vietnam. The disparity is widest in Latin America: from 2.4 percent in Monterrey, Mexico, to 111 percent in Caracas, the capital of Venezuela.

There’s more in the article, like why they chose eggs, milk, toast and fruit, and a little throw away sentence about what people really eat for breakfast, but still, it was an interesting exercise.  I’d be curious about the results of a comparison of what people typically eat for breakfast in each country and how much of a day’s wage that is.

Rice is a more common breakfast food than wheat products in most Asian countries, and fish is often the protein of choice in many places.  Here it’s fish or a pork sausage, highly seasoned (and sugary, all the sausage is very sweet).

 

 

 

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