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Thank you Ward 2 Councilman Crowell!

I was reading the Rolla Daily News a couple weeks ago, reading the article about the budget workshop  that the City Manager, Mayor, and City Council attended.  This workshop was not open to the public, but a reporter was allowed to relay what he saw and heard.

As I read the article, I wanted to give a shout-out, a high-five, a thank you to one of my councilmen, Ward 2’s Matthew Crowell.   During this budget workshop, he questioned why the city of Rolla paid $95,000 to the RREC(Rolla Regional Economic Commission)?  What is the purpose of this entity, and what does it do for the city, and what economic boons has it actually brought to the city of Rolla?  I would add, when was the RREC created and has it performed as to it’s original purpose?  If it hasn’t, why keep giving it that money each year?


As a taxpayer I applauded this series of questions.  $95,000 is a lot of money for the city to shell out each year, especially when the administration recently gave a report that The Centre will always be needing an influx of city dollars to stay open.  That $95,000, if it’s shown that the RREC isn’t actually doing a lot to bring in economic growth to Rolla, St. James, and the rest of Phelps County, could go to The Centre.

A few other councilmen also asked some pertinent questions about the city’s budget, but as I don’t live in their wards, I decided to just thank my city councilman for his good questions.   The reporter went on to state that the City Administrator said that a meeting would be arranged for the RREC’s Director to give a presentation to the City Council to explain what it is that RREC does and why paying it the $95,000 is a good idea.  I have been waiting to read about this meeting in the Rolla Daily News, but haven’t seen an article about it, yet.

When my 15 year old twin daughters were 5, they overheard their grandmother liken the playing of the lottery to throwing one’s money down a rat’s hole.  A few weeks after hearing that phrase, one of them wisely said that wasting money on a cheap toy was like throwing money down a rat’s hole!  I was tickled that the child had remembered her grandmother’s phrase and the wisdom in it.  I now hope that the city of Rolla will wisely re-look at the entity that is the RREC  after this presentation is made, and decide if giving it $95,000 a year is wise.    As a taxpayer, I expect the city to use the  money  I’ve paid to them wisely.

Why was the Mountain Named McKinley in the First Place??

I was listening to the radio, really half-listening as I was doing morning chores upstairs, and I heard the radio announcer say something about President Obama’s trip to Alaska, and that Mt. McKinley was going to be called Mt. Denali.  In my half-listening state, I thought that the mountain was being renamed just for the time that President Obama was going to be visiting.

Mt. McKinley, now Mt. Denali

Mt. McKinley, now Mt. Denali


Fast-forward to later in the day, and I was listening more closely to ABC Radio News, and the reporter informed me that the mountain’s name change was a permanent change.  The reporter went on to say that the mountain was named Mt. McKinley in 1917.  I was waiting for the reporter to explain why the mountain was named after President McKinley, but no explanation came forth.  That bothered me more than the mountain name change.  So, in case you have no clue as to why the mountain in Alaska, the tallest peak in the U.S. was named after President McKinley, the 25th President, I’ll give you that information.


President William McKinley, a native Ohioan, was the last U.S. President to have served in the Civil War.  He had begun as a private and by the war’s end, had risen in rank to Brevet Major.  He earned a law degree, began to practice law in Canton and married Ida Saxton.  Politics came calling when he was elected to Congress in 1876, and he also served two terms as Ohio’s Governor, in 1891 and 1893.  His first term of the Presidency began in 1897.  He defeated his democratic rival, William Jennings Bryant, by promising a return to a sound dollar economy.

During McKinley’s first term, there was fast economic growth, he ordered and oversaw the U.S.’s win in the Spanish-American War, and the U.S. gained Guam, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines from Spain.  Hawaii also became an official U.S. Territory.

In 1900, McKinley ran for President for a second term and easily won.  6 months into this second term, on September 6th,1901,  he was at the Pan American Exposition in Buffalo, NY, shaking hands and greeting fellow Expo attendees.   McKinley loved to greet the public and talk with them and had a hard time agreeing to any protective agents around him.    A mentally disturbed anarchist, Leon Czolgosz, was in this line and when he reached his turn to shake President McKinley’s hand, he shot the President twice, one bullet grazing President McKinley and one bullet entering his abdomen.

An artist's rendering of the assasination of President McKinley.

An artist’s rendering of the assasination of President McKinley.

McKinley  seemed to rally from his wounds, but on the 13th gangrene set in and on the 14th he died, which ushered in his Vice President, Theodore Roosevelt, to the highest office in the land.(I always find this bit of history amusing.  Roosevelt wasn’t liked by the establishment Republicans who ran the party, so to keep Roosevelt quiet, they gave him the Vice Presidency spot, not knowing that within 6 months the Republican they didn’t like would be the President!)

How did this tall mountain, the tallest in North America gain it’s name after the late President?  One William Dickey, a NH- born, Seattle-living outdoorsman, had led a group of gold prospectors to the Susitna River in June of 1896.  When the gold prospectors and Dickey got back from their trip, the first “real” U.S. news they read about in a newspaper was that William McKinley had been nominated by the Republican party as it’s nominee for the Presidency.  So, Dickey and his chums began to call the mountain Mt. McKinley.  This was also a dig at the many silver prospectors they ran into who were supporters of the Democrat nominee, William Jennings Bryant, who was a supporter of a silver standard, wanting the economic unit of account to be based on a fixed weight of silver and not gold.   With the death of President McKinley from an assassin’s bullet, sentiments grew to honor his memory and in 1917 Congress passed an order to name the mountain after McKinley.  President Woodrow Wilson signed the order into law.

Changing the name of the mountain doesn’t really bother me that much.  There’s been an idea to change it back  to Denali since 1975. (The mountain has also been called Bolshaya Gora, which means Big Mountain, in Russian, back when Alaska was under Russia’s control.)  What bothered me about this news story was the lack of information that was not given as to why the mountain came to be called Mt. McKinley in the first place.  Facts, news folks, I want all of the facts!

Lastly, political cartoonist Michael Ramirez made a funny drawing about this mountain naming brouhaha that I thought I’d share.



“Hey, Mom! Who You Gonna Vote For??”

My oldest 6 kids know that their father and I pay attention to the news. US news, World news, and they’ve grown up with talk radio and Sunday news shows, and dvred episodes of the Fox  irreverant news show Red Eye,  airing in the backgrounds of their sundry growing up lives.  With all of that in our house, it’s become a popular question of the oldest 6(#7, the baby, and sorry, he’ll always be “the baby” even when he’s in his 70s!-he’s a bit oblivious to this news stuff)to ask me who I’m going to vote for  in the next U.S. Presidential election.

political symbols

I decided that for today’s blog, I’m not going to say who I’d vote for as I really don’t know yet.  Well, I take that back.  Since I do view things through a conservative lens, it’s a pretty safe bet that I won’t be voting Democrat, or Green, or Libertarian for example.  However, I’ll share a few of my opinions on the Democrats, too, since it’s my blog and I can opine if I want to!

Mr. Trump-who my kids love to tease me about.  Why is he polling so well amongst some of the voters?  As George Will so eloquently said a week ago on Fox News Sunday, Trump is representing a voters’  “primal scream”.   Conservative voters are so tired of being told, “Elect us Republicans and we’ll bring change to Washington”, or “We’ll put a stop to the President’s agenda” and then the elected Republicans get to D.C. and they DO NOTHING! (There, that’s my primal scream.)  It’s as if the Republicans have no spines, they just continue the status quo of staying in power and ignoring the folks who elected them to office.  If our family has to run on a budget, why can’t the US government?  Where are the grown-ups who can stand up and say, enough!?  Trump is loud, proud, and not afraid to spout off his thoughts.   To many who are frustrated with the US federal government, his persona is refreshing when compared to the status quo politicians also running for the Republican nomination.

Carly Fiorina-She handily won the jv debate(my husband’s nickname for it) that aired on Fox News prior to the main debate that aired a couple weeks ago.  (By the way, for the Fox News naysayers, that debate drew in 24 million viewers! Here’s CNN’s report on it.)  She was knowledgeable on the issues, she could answer the questions clearly, with facts to back herself up, no hmmms, or uhhhhs at all in  her answers.  She, like Trump, isn’t from the world of politics and for that I find her refreshing.  I think if she were the nominee she’d debate rings around Hillary Clinton.  The main negative that the Democrats have thrown at Fiorina is the lay-offs of employees when she headed up Hewlett-Packard, to which Fiorina has countered that that was during the tech bust, and when businesses fall on hard times, tough decisions need to be made.  Yes, people lost their jobs, and that hurt, but H-P was able to survive and recover and other tech boom businesses didn’t survive.  With all of the government regulations on businesses that now exist in our country, I like a candidate with a business-running background, one who has a good grasp on economics, to turn around and fix the U.S.’s economical woes.

Dr. Ben Carson-Smart man, has to be to have been a neurosurgeon!  Seems like a very patient person, grounded, quiet.  I don’t know if he has what it takes to deal with foreign powers, especially ones who are causing all of the havoc in the world.   If Dr. Carson really wants to get into the political arena, then why not run for the U.S. Senate seat in Maryland that is now open due to the long-time Democrat’s retirement?  Dr. Carson has a lot of fans in that state and in Baltimore proper.  Be a U.S. Senator for 6 years, and then make a presidential run if that is still a desired goal.

U. S. Senator Marco Rubio: He’s young, eloquent, is an aim at garnering Hispanic votes, and I think could do well against Hillary Clinton. He needs to be careful on his next photo op though, if throwing any sports gear, i.e. footballs, make sure no youth are in the area.  It’s not his fault that the little kid got hit in the face from a Rubio thrown football, but that’s all the media payed attention to last week, is his throwing that football.

U. S. Senator Ted Cruz: Smart, Princeton grad,  Harvard grad, Harvard Law School grad, one of Harvard  law Professor Alan Dershowitz’s smartest students, according to the good professor.  However, my mother-in-law and I were discussing his persona when he speaks, and to us, he just comes off as too smooth.  Juan Williams, pundit often on Fox News’s various roundtables nailed it one time, in my opinion, when he likened Cruz to that used car salesman in his delivery.  I’m not ruling him out, but he does strike me that way, too smooth, a bit condescending in making his points, even if I agree with his points.

The rest of the Republicans: They aren’t standing out to me.  Some of them I like, some of them I don’t.  Our oldest who goes to college in Ohio has had a few opinions to share on Gov. John  Kasich, but I don’t think he’ll be the nominee.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s angling for a Vice Presidential spot or a cabinet post, though.

Now for my look at the Democrats.  Months ago, Hillary Clinton was the odds on favorite to be the party’s nominee for President.  It’s her turn, so to speak, since she didn’t receive “her turn” in 2008 due to a charismatic senator from IL, one Barak Obama, who jumped in and outright grabbed her turn from her.  Months ago, I even told my kids that she’s going to be the nominee but now I have some doubts.  The Clinton’s have a lot of money and pull in the Democrat party, but with all of this email scandal stuff that has happened, the U.S. Justice Department getting involved, the FBI, and just yesterday, President Obama’s Press Secretary Josh Earnest came out saying that the President said the  smartest political decision he has made was selecting Joe Biden to be his running mate-Wow!  What a slam at Hillary!  I think with that announcement, it was a way for the President to tell his fellow Democrats that it’s okay to not go with Hillary for the nomination.  How will the DNC deal with that?  Hillary has had some health issues during the past year and a half that have been quietly mentioned in the press, and not explored further.  If things get much worse for her, it won’t surprise me if the “bad health and I need care” card is pulled and her campaign is suspended.

Vice President Joe Biden-bits of  news have been leaked to test the waters , to see the reactions, if the Vice President chooses to run.  He had a weekend meeting with U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren, a favorite among progressives in the Democrat Party.  Did he offer her a spot to be his Vice President if he runs?  Did he offer her a shot to run in 4 years if he decides to only serve 1 term?  Supposedly Biden’s dying son asked him to run for President.  Can Hillary run successfully against a dying son’s wish?  Who would be the best person to carry on President Obama’s agendas-Hillary Clinton or Joe Biden?  The DNC has a lot of soul-searching to do.

U. S. Senator Bernie Sanders-the 70 something Independent, former hippie of the 60s.  I do say that with fondness, as I have one child of the 6 who likes Bernie.  “Feel the Bern” has become an oft quoted phrase around our house, and I have also taken to saying to our Bernie fan such pithy phrases as, “I bet Bernie Sanders took out his family’s garbage cans without complaining!”  and “I bet Bernie Sanders always eats his vegetables!”  My husband has repeatedly told our Bernie fan that there is no way the DNC will let Sanders be the nominee, because it’s Hillary’s turn.  This morning at breakfast, our resident Bernie supporter didn’t know about Vice President Biden’s meeting with Senator Warren and that made our Bernie fan do a double-take.  I did tell our Sanders supporter that if a Democrat does win the election, I’d much rather it be Sanders than Hillary, but I too, doubt if Sanders can wrest the nomination from Hillary’s hands.

Former MD Govenor Martin O’Malley-I think he’s angling for the Vice Presidential spot at this point.

There you have it, in a nutsell, my various thoughts and answers that I have told my 6 kids who have asked who I would vote for in the next Presidential election.  One thing I wish were true, is that the election cycle-the campaigning and the election, were a much shorter time window.  I was listening to Mark Steyn yesterday on the radio, and he said Canada was preparing for their election and it was only an 11 week cycle!  Why can’t America have such short election cycles?  That would be wonderful, I think.


Paulding, Rolla, and Chattanooga

Paulding, Ohio is the county seat of Paulding County.It’s the county that is directly south of the county I grew up in, Defiance County, Ohio; both counties  nestled in Northwest Ohio.   Paulding has been on my mind since I found out this weekend that US NavyPetty Officer Second Class Randall Smith, who died from his wounds on Saturday,  the fifth victim in the terrorist attack at a Recruiting Center in Chattanooga, Tennessee,was from Paulding.  I told my husband and we found out that Smith had graduated from Paulding High School, that he had wrestled and played baseball there, and that he enrolled at Defiance College on a baseball scholarship. After a year in college, Smith decided to join the US Navy and serve his country, just like one of his grandfather’s had done. US flags around NW Ohio have been flying at half-mast. I also saw on a friend’s facebook page a shared announcement, that Amercian Legion members in NW Ohio were being called upon to ride their motorcycles to help escort the body of Smith to Paulding.

With a son who is finished with his 4 years of service in the US Marines, I was heartsick when I got home from work last Thursday and found out that 4 Marines had been killed by a young man of the Muslim faith.  I didn’t realize then that our military forbids recruiters to be armed while on their job.  It doesn’t make any sense that military personnel, whether they are on their base or at a recruitment office, cannot have a gun on their person for protection!  I saw in the news since this horrible terrorist act, that citizens with conceal carry permits have been volunteering to stand guard at recruitment offices across the country and that some states governors’ have announced that their National Guardsmen can carry weapons for protection.  A friend who served proudly in the US Navy, whom I was discussing this policy about “no guns” with,  I mentioned that common sense would seem to dictate letting military personnel be armed and he said sadly common sense seems to be lacking.     1292820_600061856803413_7918403076136407459_o

Rolla, Missouri, where I now live, is home to Missouri University of Science and Technology, a premier school for educating engineers, scientists,  mathemeticians: all careers that rely heavily on math and science.  We have  a lot of students who come here from other parts of the world, and many are from Asia.  I would say that several times a week I see Middle Eastern students, the females wearing their head coverings, or Middle Eastern male students out shopping with their wives and kids in tow.   I haven’t had any bad encounters with those students, but I have found myself wondering, just wondering, if any of those male students, the one’s without a wife and kids, are susceptible to joining in with some terrorist organization?  Our oldest daughter, during her senior year at Rolla High School, took a class that let her work at a preschool held at the high school and several of her students were Middle Eastern children, as their parents didn’t want to enroll their kids in the other preschools in our community that are Christian based and held at churches.  One day our daughter came home with a sort of funny tale, their craft for the day involved gluing marshmallows down on paper and one little girl began screaming that the marshmallows weren’t “halal”.  None of the teachers or student helpers could figure out why marshmallows would freak out a 4 year old, so we asked a friend who had done mission work with Muslims in Detroit and she explained that some marshmallows are made with animal gelatin, from hooves or bones, and that that’s not “halal” or proper food for a Muslim to eat.  (Here’s an interesting link I found about what is and isn’t halal food.)  In that same preschool class, my daughter said one boy was always scowling and one day he said he and his family hated America, it’s a bad place, and as soon as his dad had his degree, they’d be moving back to where they were originally from!  I wonder to myself, if America is such a “bad place”, then why come here at all??  Child #4 in our family of 7 kids, is a Senior at Rolla High and last year as a junior he wrote a very thoughtful piece for his school’s newspaper. He decided to interview Muslim students at the high school to ask them what it’s like to live in America and to practice their religious faith.  My son’s article was well-done and helped me to see that not all Muslims here think America is “bad”.

My twin daughters, since 8th grade when they left homeschooling and enrolled at Rolla Junior High, have several friends who are Muslims.  The girls are bright, practice their beliefs including the headdress and food rules, and my daughters get along with them really well.  They know from our girls that we are active at our church, Greentree Christian, so there is an air of mutual respect for each other’s beliefs.  One of their friends, they told me, is a bit sad though as her father announced that in another year their family  will be moving back to their native country so Dad can work there with his new degree from MS&T.  The country they’ll move back to is having a lot of internal troubles and the girl has confided to my daughters that she doesn’t want to leave America.  I told my girls that all we can do is pray for her friend, that God will keep her and  her family safe, and perhaps she can come back to America when she is an adult.

With all of these thoughts swirling around in my head this week due to the tragedy in Chattanooga, I give it all to God: my anxiety, my wrong-headed prejudicial thoughts, my concerns with our government and how they are dealing with these crises, those grieving families who lost their loved ones suddenly in Chattanooga, the family of the shooter and the pain they are dealing with.  Life is full of many events that we can only ask “Why?” about and we realize that the answers may  never come to us in this life.  From looking at the book of Job on the Sunday sermons at our church, I have been reminded that Job was dealt an awful hand: his wealth, his children, his health were all taken from him.  With horrible advice from his suffering wife, friends with bad assumptions, he too cried out “Why?”  Ultimately, Job was reminded how great is our God, how far above He is from what mere mortal man can comprehend, and that despite the disasters that befell Job, he didn’t give up in his belief in God.  Job 27:1-6, Job states how he won’t give up his belief, no matter what else may happen to him in this life.  I, too, pray that I can hang on and deepen my faith no matter what this life may present to me.





Boy Scout Camp 2015 at Arrowhead and Fishing Spiders!

A few weeks back I blogged that I would be out of town due to attending Boy Scout Camp, and I posted some of Norman Rockwell’s wonderful portraits he painted of Boy Scouts through the years, doing scouting activities.  What follows is my account of surviving 3 and 1/2 days of roughing it, well, sort of roughing it, and experiencing what just is boy scout camp.

Camp ArrowheadCamp ARrowhead pic 2

June 7th arrived and  the 12 year old and I drove away in our giant van to meet the other boy scouts with Troop 81 in order to head to Camp Arrowhead, which is in Marshfield, MO; 4o minutes east of Springfield.  We had our gear in Rubbermaid tote boxes, a tip from some of the more experienced scouts in the troop-your stuff stays dry in case you are in a leaky tent, the bugs and critters are kept out of your stuff, too.  We had our sleeping bags, pillows, an extra sheet in case the weather was hot and humid-then the sleeping bag could be lain on top of and the sheet could be the blanket.  We had our cots, flashlights, water bottles, and being a mom, I brought along bug spray, sunscreen, aloe vera gel, bandaids, a broom(which proved to be very useful at the campsite!), extra batteries, a book to read, my son’s handbook,  my cell phone, rain ponchos,  trash bags, and camp chairs.

After the scouts loaded stuff into my van and the scoutmaster’s pick up truck  and the boys were settled in the two vehicles, we were off.  Heading west on I-44, hills and curves ahead(though pretty  smooth compared to a trip I took to Emminence, MO 2 years ago!!!!  Upset stomachs hit some of my kids on that trip!!! The Ozark Mountains aren’t to be ignored!)

We arrived at Camp Arrowhead around noon, and the boys ate their sack lunches while their scoutmaster had to wait in line at the Camp’s office to check in.  After watching the boys try to flip one another’s ball hats off of their heads numerous times, and me having the foresight to have our two scouts check in their medications with the Camp Nurse, it was off to the camp site.

We drove over to campsite Choctaw(I noticed that most of the campsites are named after Native American Tribes).  We also met two more troops who would be sharing Choctaw with us, one troop from West Plains, MO(they liked to tell Arkansas jokes) and the other troop was from Baxter Springs, KS.  (They explained that they were located in the far SE corner of Kansas and could see Oklahoma from their front door!)

lake at ARrohead

We all claimed a camping platform.   At each campsite there are platforms rising from the ground, made of wood or concrete.  The platforms were probably 6″-8″ high and fastened to each platform was a canvas tent, that could sleep two people.  My son and another scout agreed to bunk in one tent and I had a tent to myself.  One of our scouts, I soon learned, was very afraid of bugs so he brought his own nylon tent which he could zip up tightly and keep all potential bug visitors outside.   I tried to help him a set up his tent, and ended up watching.  I had never set up a tent before so I thought I’d better learn.  Then as a troop, we all worked to set up a nice canopy that covered our picnic tables area.  Scouts asked politely if they could borrow my broom to sweep the leaves off of their platforms.  We also picked up spare pieces of limbs and sticks lying around to place on our wood pile near the campsite’s designated campfire ring, and filled water into the required fire bucket.

Meals at Camp Arrowhead were all served in the lodge or Mess Hall.  Boys had to take turns being the server for their troop.  This meant an early rise for the scout assigned to breakfast duty.  The camp was awakened promptly each morning with Reveille sounding off at 6:00 am and lights out at 10:00 pm with the playing of Taps.  Since each campsite had a flagpole, our troop had a daily flag raising ceremony, which was good practice for my son and another of the younger scouts.

Mon.-Fri., except for Wednesday, which was Free Day, scouts had classes to attend to help them with earning  merit badges.  I went along with my son’s on Monday, which was an overview of First Aid.  It was a large group of Tenderfoot Scouts, moving up to the next level, Second Class, and I had to help remind them to stop talking and to listen to their scout instructors, who were high schoolers or college aged scouts.  I was so glad that I had on my poncho, a new product that the Rolla Scout Shop sells, Frog Toggs ponchos.  Several scoutmasters and assistants asked me where did I get that great poncho from?  I was pleased to tell them to give the Scout Shop a plug and I reminded them that if they didn’t live near Rolla, that the Scout Shop in Springfield carried Frog Toggs too!

Critters at camp are to be expected.  At night, I could hear an owl hooting after Taps had been played. One night I swear that owl was right in our campsite hooting!!  Another night, I had to get up and use the restroom (there were latrines nearer but I made the trek to the pool and the proper bathrooms) and I saw a deer running through the camp.  Butterflies liked to alight on our camp gear that we left scattered around on the picnic tables.  A box turtle was discovered another day.  The worst critter by far, though, that we encountered was the Fishing Spider.  Not that it ever caused us any harm but it was very large, and made us uncomfortable with it’s presence in some of our tents!

Tuesday morning, two of our scouts awoke and quickly came out of their tent, to tell us that a huge spider was in their tent, up in the top corner, near one of the tent’s posts.  We all had to take a look and sure enough, there was a huge, black spider in that tent corner.  Now I’ve seen pictures of big spiders in books but I had never seen such a large one with my own eyes, up close and in person!  With the aid of my broom(a camping essential I tell you!), the boys and scoutmaster successfully brushed the spider onto the ground, and with the emptied fire bucket(my suggestion) over the spider, the boys ran to get the Nature Lodge folks, who were located near our camp site.  One of the Nature Lodge workers came back with a smaller, plastic container and the spider was successfully coaxed into that box.  The Lodge thanked us for the spider and said they’d try to figure out it’s type.  We all breathed a sigh of relief and shuddered a bit, glad that the critter was gone.  However, it’s buddy showed up Wednesday, in the early evening,in another boy’s tent!   Again out came my broom, and that spider was driven onto the  forest floor and it scampered away,  only to return when it was time for lights out!!!!   The fire bucket was emptied of it’s water, my broom was utilized, and I trained my flashlight on the critter as it was once again driven from the tent, and the bucket placed on top of it.  In the morning, it was taken far away from our campsite.   Camp Arrowhead patch

Wednesday at 10:00 am, my replacement came, another scouting mom with a son in troop 81.  She took over my tent and my stuff was packed and ready to be placed in my van and with a good-bye to my son, off I drove back to Marshfield, and eventually to Rolla, for a nice hot shower, and a good night’s sleep in my own bed.  I admit, I was cautious as I unpacked my Rubbermaid tote box, as I didn’t want to find any stowaway Fishing Spiders in there!!

Summing up , Camp Arrowhead, established in 1924, is a very nice Boy Scout Camp.  Improvements are happening, and the staff worked well together to make sure that the boys had a fun week, and an educational week working on merit badges in order to advance to the next rank.  I don’t know if I’ll go back to help next year but if I do, I am bringing a nylon tent, one that I can  keep  completely zipped up so that it’s interior is off limits at all times to any outdoorsy critters!!




Boy Scout Camp or Bust!

Tomorrow I will be off to Boy Scout camp with the baby of our family, our 12 year old son.  He’s finishing up his first year in Boy Scouts, and I volunteered to go along as a parent helper.  Our son gets to camp for an entire week, and I am only going for part of the week; another mom is arriving at the camp on Wednesday and she’ll take over as parent volunteer, which means I can drive home and take a hot shower and sleep in my own bed!

I know I will do some bird watching, and I am hoping to pick out some constellations in the nighttime skies.  One day of rain is predicted, 60% chance on Monday, but we’ve got our rain ponchos, so we’re ready.  Bug spray, sunscreen, aloe vera gel, bandaids, water bottles, backpacks, the Boy Scout Handbook, and a myriad of games are set to be packed and hauled to camp.  I hope to sneak along some reading material too, and can’t forget my flashlight and camp chair!

Until I get back, I will be in the land of very spotty cell phone service, and no internet, so my blog will be very quiet until I get back.  Then I will be busy writing for 3 different classic movie blogathons, and I do plan on sharing one post about my adventures at camp.  Before I sign off, I  thought I’d leave you with some wonderful paintings American artist Norman Rockwell did for the BSA through the years.  He became their official portrait painter for his covers of Boys Life magazine.  Enjoy these pictures he painted!

Scout saving a child

The Scout Oath

The Scout Oath

Rockwell painted himself standing with a group of boy scouts.

Rockwell painted himself standing with a group of boy scouts.

Rockwell painted this in 1963 for the World Boy Scout Jamboree, held in Greece that year.  Scouting isn't strictly  an American endeavor.  It began in England, in 1908.

Rockwell painted this in 1963 for the World Boy Scout Jamboree, held in Greece that year. Scouting isn’t strictly an American endeavor. It began in England, in 1908.

scouts preparing to hike

Scouts helping a dog

Fun cover-Scouts helping Santa!

Fun cover-Scouts helping Santa!

Helping a Cub Scout learn to tie specific knots

Helping a Cub Scout learn to tie specific knots

Receiving the Eagle Scout pin

Receiving the Eagle Scout pin

Scout and the flag

Moms Weekend & the TSA

In January I discovered that Ohio University, where our oldest attends college, was hosting their annual Moms Weekend in April. I announced to husband and our oldest, a son, that I was going to attend! Son urged me to stay in Missouri and not attend;hubby began to figure out the costs of gas if I drove. He decided that it would actually be cost effective if I flew to OH for this fantabulous experience so the ticket was bought through Southwest Airlines and the date was circled on the calendar. I was going to Moms Weekend!!

I don’t fly a lot and airplane travel makes me nervous. I know, I know, it’s safer to travel by a plane than to drive in one’s car, I’ve had those statistics recited to me ad nauseum. While plane travel is faster than driving oneself somewhere, there isn’t as much hassle in the travel process if driving oneself. Pack your gear, throw it in the trunk of the car, have funds for fuel and food and overnight accomodations, and off you go!

To make my flight to Columbus, OH I had to rise early, 4:30 am, to be ready to drive to St. Louis’s airport by 5:15 am.  That morning I missed the days when we only lived 20 minutes from that airport! Appreciate how geographically close you are to that airport, North St. Louis Countians!! I arrived at the airport and found the long-term parking lots. I was feeling confident at this point for I had driven in from Rolla in pouring rain and successfully got the car parked in the correct lot and had my parking ticket, and found the correct shuttle which whisked me to Terminal 2 and Southwest Airlines.

Upon entering the Terminal I checked my suitcase in order for it  to be put into the luggage hold of the plane. Hubby had counseled me to just take it on the plane with me and place it in an overhead compartment but I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to gracefully lift that suitcase over my head and place it into an overhead compartment so I opted for the baggage handlers to deal with it! I am glad that I did!

After the suitcase was on its journey,  I glanced to my left and my mouth fell open. The long line that I saw made me gulp-it was full of fellow travelers, all looking bored, or stressed, or both, and I had to join them in that line to await the TSA checks. I was really shocked by how long that line was. I noticed that the TSA agents at Lambert-St. Louis don’t smile. They all had those electric royal blue uniform shirts on with black vests and blue examination latex gloves on. I watched passengers ahead of me so I would know which forms of ID the first agent was wanting to see. Then I got into the next line and saw the travelers ahead of me all had taken off their shoes and put their laptops, purses, carry on bags, etc. into bins so I followed their example. I had purposely worn my Nike tennis shoes in case I had to run from the plane or airport in case a disaster struck. Now I was mentally upbraiding myself for not wearing my flip-flops! As the traveler in front of me was entering a scanning booth I moved to be the next person to enter the booth when the TSA agent near the booth’s entrance barked an order at me:”Madam, attend your purse!” I looked at him and froze, with a deer in the headlights look on my face. Again he barked at me:”Madam! Attend your purse!!”, getting louder and glaring at me. I still didn’t comprehend what he was asking me to do. Was my purse moving around? Why did it need attending? As I was about to say that I didn’t understand his order, he changed his choice of words and said, “Madam, please stand next to your purse.” I immediately jumped away from the scanner booth entrance and stood next to my purse only to have to jump back again as it was my turn to enter the booth. From there on I was the perfect traveler and gave no other TSA Agents a reason to bark at me. Note to TSA Agents at Lambert-St. Louis, when giving nervous travelers orders, use the simplest vocabulary possible, okay?

On my trip back to MO, I noticed that the TSA Agents at Columbus’s airport were much friendlier, more relaxed but still on guard. They also announced several times that travelers ages 75 or older could keep their shoes on. “How considerate and nice!”, I thought. TSA Agents operating with common sense!

Ohio University, not Ohio State as some friends in MO always think that’s the school our son attends, is located in Athens, OH. The  Appalachian Mountains are very near as West Virginia is only 30 minutes away. I grew up in the flatlands of NW Ohio so a trip to Athens is always a revelation to me that there really are such gorgeous areas of OH. The University had a lot of activities planned for visiting Moms and the dutiful college students who would be the hosts escorting their Moms around campus. My son, after his initial reluctance about my visit, was very glad that I came. Luckily for me, my dear mother-in-law also lives in Athens as does husband’s older brother, his wife, and a married niece and a nephew, so a visit there is also a bit of a reunion, which is always a plus. My son took me to his on campus office, Veterans Affairs, which suits him to a t as he is a veteran.

He introduced me to his co-workers and revealed he might be in a student made film about a veteran who is a college student feeling the pull to go back overseas to rejoin the war. My son said the student filmmaker wants to shoot a scene at OU’s Veterans Affairs office and  my son might be in that scene with others trying to talk the college student out of his idea to return to the war. I also toured the “Chocolate Fest” on campus: local bakeries and candymakers selling their wares and giving out samples. I have to give a shout out to the Athens Bread Company-a local bakery that made the best ginger snaps I ever had-very gingery and full of “snap” as the proprietor told me; it had taken many batches for him to get that just right ginger snap taste. My son and I also toured a state park that the OU students like to visit for hikes, fishing, etc. My husband’s sister-in-law went with me to a Native American Art and Jewelry Show held at the nearby The Ridges-a former Ohio State Hospital for the Mentally Ill that was built next door to OU’s campus and is now not in use. The buildings on the property are stunning, a bit eerie as one can see the bars on the windows; the numerous buildings standing  high on a ridge overlooking Athens and the campus. If any fledgling film maker needs a new setting for an eerie movie, The Ridges would be a perfect setting! I also made the requisite visits to two college bookstores to buy OU stuff for the family back in Missouri, sister-in-law expertly guiding me around the downtown.

Fast & Furious 7OU logo

Wide shot of Ohio University

Wide shot of Ohio University

Ohio University

Ohio University



My son may have been at first reluctant for me to attend Moms Weekend at OU because over the past 10 years, some of the moms who attend don’t act very “motherly”. They use the visit as an excuse to try and look like college girls and to hit the downtown bars and get rip-roaring drunk;cougars on the prowl!! I reassured my son that I had no plans to visit any of the downtown bars and the first night, as I was relaxing at my mother-in-law’s home, we heard police sirens go by and she said, “Uh oh, I bet their going to arrest someone’s mom!” OU also hosts a Siblings Weekend and a Dads Weekend but for some reason, Moms Weekend has grown in local infamy.

Another reason to visit OU was to finally meet our son’s girlfriend. This was an entirely new facet of the mom-child paradigm for me and for my son. I was admittedly a bit nervous to meet the young lady who has caught his eye and his heart but once I met her, I could see why he loves her. A very nice, kind, and sincere young lady. I couldn’t have been more pleased to meet her and to put her at her ease as I am sure she was probably very nervous to meet me. With this texting age, after our first meeting at lunch, he told me what his girlfriend thought of me and vice versa: all good opinions we had of one another. The next evening, I also got to meet the girlfriend’s mom, who had also decided to attend Moms Weekend. The four of us had a very nice dinner at a local Mexican restaurant and again, our texting college students let the other one know that we mothers had a mutual like of one another. Phew!

I would sum up my OU visit as very nice and it was beneficial for my son to tell me several times during my stay that he was very glad that I did attend. That was worth the nerves I endured in flying in for the weekend, dealing with one grumpy TSA Agent, and meeting his girlfriend and her mother. Onward and upward, to next year’s Moms Weekend at OU.


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