Glenndeavour

Viktor Frankl

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Both a concentration camp prisoner and world-respected author and psychotherapist in his lifetime, Viktor Frankl writes the following advice about happiness:
"Again and again I therefore admonish my students in Europe and America: Don't aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long-run - in the long-run, I say! - success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think about it."
Of course, the important part is the "...in the long-run..."

Dr^2

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p.s.
The Harley people raised over $1.2 million over the past 12 years.

now-2008

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Lonnie Entenman and Jim Entenman,seated on the Harley ,are the owners of the Harley-Davidson franchise in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. They are my nephews.

They are active in the Make A Wish foundation.

Then-1962

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left to right-Lonnie-Grandma Entenman,in lap?-Jim-Grandpa Entenman-Mary

Sioux Falls, South Dakota-in 1962

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Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress; but I repeat myself. Mark Twain

the meaning of life

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“For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.”
Viktor Frankl quote
Similar Quotes. About: Life quotes.

“Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone's task is unique as his specific opportunity.”
Viktor Frankl quote

“The last of human freedoms - the ability to chose one's attitude in a given set of circumstances

for Helen

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Helen, I believe that in June of 63 we were in Custer, S.D. But I believe that it was later 69 or 70 that we visited your cabin in the Black Hills.

Angela, Randy ,Dan and friend.

"Oh, the places you will go"

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"Oh, the places you will go!
You have the brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose."
-Dr. Seuss

This was the motto Cassia's class at Rocky Mt, High School in Fort Collins, Colorado had chosen for graduation day, May 22, 2005.

Today, Cassia is a guest of Heidi Piper at the launch of STS-126.

Cassia is pictured above doing volunteer work at Baylor Univesity childrens hospital where she fufilled some young peoples wish to have their music played under water.

Today a cd of their music will go into space.

'oh, the places you will go!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose."

The Right Stuff-America

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The Right Stuff-America

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Launch-7:55Est-November 14, 2008

The Right Stuff-America

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And those we loved, the lovliest and best

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"And those we loved,

The lovliest and best

That from his vintage

Rolling time has pressed,

Have drunk their cup a time or two before,

And one by one crept silently off to rest."

-Omar Khayyam.

Angela with Uncle Tommy

Angela would have been fifty-three years old today.

2008-11-13T09:15:00.001-07:00

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Sestina of the Tramp-Royal
By Rudyard KiplingBorn 1865
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all, The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world. Speakin' in general, I 'ave found them good For such as cannot use one bed too long, But must get 'ence, the same as I 'ave done, An' go observin' matters till they die. What do it matter where or 'ow we die, So long as we've our 'ealth to watch it all -- The different ways that different things are done, An' men an' women lovin' in this world -- Takin' our chances as they come along, An' when they ain't, pretendin' they are good? In cash or credit -- no, it aren't no good; You 'ave to 'ave the 'abit or you'd die, Unless you lived your life but one day long, Nor didn't prophesy nor fret at all, But drew your tucker some'ow from the world, An' never bothered what you might ha' done. But, Gawd, what things are they I 'aven't done? I've turned my 'and to most, an' turned it good, In various situations round the world -- For 'im that doth not work must surely die; But that's no reason man should labour all 'Is life on one same shift; life's none so long. Therefore, from job to job I've moved along. Pay couldn't 'old me when my time was done, For something in my 'ead upset me all, Till I 'ad dropped whatever 'twas for good, An', out at sea, be'eld the dock-lights die, An' met my mate -- the wind that tramps the world! It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another -- likely not so good; But what you're after is to turn 'em all. Gawd bless this world! Whatever she 'ath done -- Excep' when awful long -- I've found it good. So write, before I die, "'E liked it all!"
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sestina

2008-11-13T09:13:00.000-07:00

by Ariadne Unst
History. Form. Your Composition. References. Example.
Do you have a story to tell? Then the length and repetition of found in the Sestina may be the form you need.
The name Sestina is derived from the Italian sesto (sixth).
History.
Historically, the Sestina is a French form. It appeared in France in the twelfth century, initially in the work of Arnaut Daniel. He was one of the troubadours or court poets and singers in the service of French nobles.
Troubadours were lyric poets. They began in Provence in the eleventh century. For the next two centuries, they flourished in South France, East Spain, and North Italy, creating many songs of romantic flirtation and desire. Their name is from the French trobar, to "invent or make verse".
The Sestina was one of several forms in the complex, elaborate, and difficult closed style called trobar clus (as opposed to the easier more open trobar leu).

Form.
In a traditional Sestina:
The lines are grouped into six sestets and a concluding tercet. Thus a Sestina has 39 lines.
Lines may be of any length. Their length is usually consistent in a single poem.
The six words that end each of the lines of the first stanza are repeated in a different order at the end of lines in each of the subsequent five stanzas. The particular pattern is given below. (This kind of recurrent pattern is "lexical repetition".)
The repeated words are unrhymed.
The first line of each sestet after the first ends with the same word as the one that ended the last line of the sestet before it.
In the closing tercet, each of the six words are used, with one in the middle of each line and one at the end.
The pattern of word-repetition is as follows, where the words that end the lines of the first sestet are represented by the numbers "1 2 3 4 5 6":

days of remebrance-Angela

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Christmas, 1962, about the time of their play presentation to Keith and Lois.

days of remembrance-Angela

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It was in California that we were re-united with Keith Anderson and his bride, Lois.

Because of all the evils in the world they had had some second thoughts about bringing children into the world.

Then they visited our home in Riverside and Angela, Randy and Dan put on one of their plays for Keith and Lois. It was a church service and the Anersons were seated on the lower bunk bed of the boys. Angela and Randy conducted the service and then Dan came in and served communion.

This was in the late 50's and pictured above are Keith and Lois along with Keith,Jr. and Cristie and Beth in the mid 70's. Cristie now lives in Phoenix with her husband, Mike along with their daughter and they are expecting.Beth lives in Pasedena and has two children.

"Drop a stone into the water.

In a moment it is gone,

But their are a hundred ripples

circling on and on and on

Say a word of cheer and splendor-

In a moment it is gone

But their are a hundred ripples

Circling on and on and on.

2008-11-11T10:23:00.002-07:00

Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates statue memorial; Falmouth,
Born
12 August 1859(1859-08-12)Falmouth, Massachusetts, United States
Died
28 March 1929 (aged 69)Wellesley, Massachusetts, United States
Occupation
Author, Poet, Educator
Nationality
American
Genres
Poetry
Notable work(s)
"America the Beautiful"
Katharine Lee Bates, (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929), is remembered as the author of the words to the anthem "America the Beautiful".
Katherine Lee Bates was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts and lived as an adult on Centre Street in Newton, Massachusetts. An historic plaque marks the site of her home. The daughter of a Congregational pastor, she graduated from Wellesley College in 1880 and for many years was a professor of English literature at Wellesley. While teaching there, she was elected a member of the newly formed Pi Gamma Mu honor society for the social sciences because of her interest in history and politics for which she also studied. She lived at Wellesley with Katharine Coman, who herself was a history and political economy teacher and founder of the Wellesley College Economics department. The pair lived together for twenty-five years until Coman's death in 1915. Although it is debated if this relationship was an intimate lesbian relationship as different sources maintain [1][2][3] or a platonic relationship called sometimes "Boston marriages" as the local historical society of her birthplace maintain.
In the years following Coman's death, Bates wrote Yellow Clover: A Book of Remembrance, to Katharine Coman[2]. Almost all the poems there contained refer to the relationship between Bates and Coleman.
The first draft of "America the Beautiful" was hastily kolted in a notebook during the summer of 1893, which Bates spent teaching English at Colorado College in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Later she remembered
"One day some of the other teachers and I decided to go on a trip to 14,000-foot Pikes Peak. We hired a prairie wagon. Near the top we had to leave the wagon and go the rest of the way on mules. I was very tired. But when I saw the view, I felt great joy. All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse."
The words to her one famous poem first appeared in print in The Congregationalist, a weekly journal, for Independence Day, 1895. The poem reached a wider audience when her revised version was printed in the Boston Evening Transcript, November 19, 1904. Her final expanded version was written in 1913.
The hymn has been sung to other music, but the familiar tune that Ray Charles (1930-2004) delivered is by Samuel A. Ward (1847–1903), written for his hymn "Materna" (1882).
Bates was a prolific author of many volumes of poetry, travel books, and children's books. Her family home on Falmouth's Main Street is preserved by the Falmouth Historical Society. There is also a street named in her honor, "Katharine Lee Bates Road" in Falmouth.
Bates has two schools named in her honor, the Katharine Lee Bates Elementary School, located on Elmwood Road in Wellesley, Massachusetts and the Katharine Lee Bates Elementary School[4], located in Colorado Springs, Colorado. The latter was founded in 1957.
Bates is credited with creating Mrs. Claus in the poem Goody Santa Claus on a Sleigh Ride from the collection Sunshine and other Verses for Children (1889).
Katharine Lee Bates died in Wellesley, Massachusetts, on March 28, 1929, aged 69. She was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1970.

America,America,God shed his grace on thee

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America the Beautiful
Words by Katharine Lee Bates,Melody by Samuel WardMIDI sequencing provided by Melody Lane

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stressA thoroughfare of freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self their country lovedAnd mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!

Armistice day-2008

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Veterans' Day
Veterans' Day and Armistice DayNovember 11 By Sarah LaneNov 11, 2004, 06:00 PST
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The War to Begin all Wars
It’s hard to imagine that World War I involved 35 countries. It lasted five years, from 1914 to 1918. The United States only fought from 1917 to 1918. A year was more than enough time, however, to claim too many lives, and people held tight to the notion that this was the very last war. When the fighting stopped, leaders of several countries signed an Armistice on the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month. An Armistice is an agreement to stop all fighting, in other words a truce. This truce was signed on November 11th, 1918 at 11 A.M. This is important to know because Veterans' Day was originally called Armistice Day. This day was set aside to reflect and remember the sacrifices men and women made during World War I in order to ensure peace. The first official celebration was on November 11th, 1919. Veterans who survived the war marched in parades and were hometown heroes. A Veteran is any soldier who has fought in a war. Ceremonies were held and speeches were made. World War I was called ‘the war to end all wars’ because everyone hoped there would never be another one.Almost 20 years later in 1938, Congress voted Armistice Day a federal holiday. Unfortunately the very next year, in 1939, World War II began. This ended the theory of no more wars. It seemed that with the progression of war came the progression of death. Over 16.5 million Americans took part in World War II and 407,000 died in service. Over 292,000 people died during battle. After World War II, Armistice Day was still celebrated on November 11th. Around the year 1953, people began calling it Veterans' Day. This was in thanks and remembrance to the Veterans in their towns. Many people believed that peace was preserved not only by World War I, but World War II, and the Korean War as well. Congress decided to change the day to an occasion to honor those who’d served America in all wars. In 1954, President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed a bill proclaiming November 11th each year as Veterans' Day.In 1968, a law changed the national commemoration of Veterans’ Day to the fourth Monday in October. People protested that November 11th was a date of historical significance. Finally, in 1978, Congress returned the observance to its traditional date. Every year on November 11th we give thanks for peace, observe a moment of silence at 11 A.M., and remember those who fought and died during times of war. Although Armistice Day was in honor of World War I, Veterans’ Day is in honor of every war that the United States has fought. Separate ceremonies and commemoration events occur every year. For example, Veterans and their families gather at the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington, D.C. in support and remembrance of those who died in the Vietnam War. It is important on this day to give thanks for times of peace, and to remember who’s protecting your rights every day.Source: The United States Embassy, Veterans of Foreign Wars, Library of Congress
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this is the army, Mr. Rye

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1945-somewhere in America. I made few,if any, sacrifices. But I am thankful to those who did.

In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains to this day one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915. Here is the story of the making of that poem:
Although he had been a doctor for years and had served in the South African War, it was impossible to get used to the suffering, the screams, and the blood here, and Major John McCrae had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last him a lifetime.
As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major McCrae, who had joined the McGill faculty in 1900 after graduating from the University of Toronto, had spent seventeen days treating injured men -- Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans -- in the Ypres salient.
It had been an ordeal that he had hardly thought possible. McCrae later wrote of it:
"I wish I could embody on paper some of the varied sensations of that seventeen days... Seventeen days of Hades! At the end of the first day if anyone had told us we had to spend seventeen days there, we would have folded our hands and said it could not have been done."
One death particularly affected McCrae. A young friend and former student, Lieut. Alexis Helmer of Ottawa, had been killed by a shell burst on 2 May 1915. Lieutenant Helmer was buried later that day in the little cemetery outside McCrae's dressing station, and McCrae had performed the funeral ceremony in the absence of the chaplain.
The next day, sitting on the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Canal de l'Yser, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, McCrae vented his anguish by composing a poem. The major was no stranger to writing, having authored several medical texts besides dabbling in poetry.
In the nearby cemetery, McCrae could see the wild poppies that sprang up in the ditches in that part of Europe, and he spent twenty minutes of precious rest time scribbling fifteen lines of verse in a notebook.
A young soldier watched him write it. Cyril Allinson, a twenty-two year old sergeant-major, was delivering mail that day when he spotted McCrae. The major looked up as Allinson approached, then went on writing while the sergeant-major stood there quietly. "His face was very tired but calm as we wrote," Allinson recalled. "He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer's grave."
When McCrae finished five minutes later, he took his mail from Allinson and, without saying a word, handed his pad to the young NCO. Allinson was moved by what he read:
"The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene."
In fact, it was very nearly not published. Dissatisfied with it, McCrae tossed the poem away, but a fellow officer retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England. The Spectator, in London, rejected it, but Punch published it on 8 December 1915.
Thanks to Mack Welford for reminding me of this great poem.
Updated: 11 September 2004
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remebrance

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Katie and Dawn-June, 1967

remembrance

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Angela,mid 60's

remembrance

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Katie and Dawn-1965-Riverside, California

remembrance

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Riverside, California-1967

A. Pope

CXVIII. The Quiet Life

HAPPY the man whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
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Whose flocks supply him with attire;

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.

Blest who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years slide soft away
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In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mixt, sweet recreation,

And innocence, which most does please
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With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.
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remembrance

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Angela and Donna, Christmas, 1958