Tricounty News

March Tidbits

I think all the strong winds must be the reason March flew by so rapidly. The weather definitely keeps life interesting. I had company during two of the storms. Since Jerry died, our grandson Johnathan has been snowed in with me twice each winter and this winter might not be over. If it is becoming a tradition, I'll look forward to more storms. March exited like a lion, closing school early. It also sucked a friend's car off my driveway, which resulted in my not having to spend that storm alone. (I served her a new recipe.)  I guess we chose to live here, right? Does that mean we should never complain? Easter was earlier this year and a ham dinner was served, along with au gratin potatoes, peas with mushrooms and my favorite part - the luscious lemon cake. The BLT group eagerly waited on the seniors, visited with them and then they even cleared the tables. Thank you. The BLT children will join us on April 16 for a Chinese meal. A year ago, a new idea - Mayors for Meals - was tried in hopes of bringing attention to the senior dining program and, hopefully, some really good publicity to promote the program. Mayors for Meals are a national campaign that invites local mayors to deliver Meals on Wheels, also referred to as Home Delivered Meals. Hundreds of mayors participated. Kimball's mayor, Tammy Konz, accepted the invitation to ride along with our regular volunteer and deliver Meals on Wheels again this year. Mayor Konz's name will be sent to the National Meals on Wheel's office, identifying her as a participant. Thanks so much, Tammy. I sent my camera along for pictures at one of the recipient's homes (with her permission). Pictures were taken, but I have to take 14 more pictures before developing the film. That may be months away, so the event won't make it into the local paper, but they will find their way into the scrapbook at the dining center. National Volunteer week is coming up the third week of April. Those who volunteer at the senior dining site, whether at the site or delivering Meals on Wheels, will be recognized at the site on Tuesday, April 22. If you'd like to attend and show your appreciation to the volunteers, please let me know by the 18th, before 1 p.m. If you would like to volunteer that day and give the regular volunteers a break, let me know. This "smile" should have been in last month, but I hadn't received it in time: "Over breakfast one morning, a woman said to her husband, 'I get you don't know what day it is.' 'Oh, yes, I do,' the man replied as he headed out the door for work. Later in the morning, a dozen roses were delivered to the woman. That afternoon, a 2-pound box of candy arrived at her door, followed by the delivery of a designer dress from a boutique. When her husband came home from work, the woman said, 'First the flowers, then the candy and then a beautiful dress. Thank you, thank you, dear. This has been the most wonderful Groundhog Day of my life.' " The following poem found its way onto my desk. It reflects some of the changes the seniors have seen in their lifetime and subjects which have been discussed around the dining tables. I added it as a food for thought. A Teenager's Lament (Since authorites have banned the Pledge of Allegiance and the Lord's Prayer from classrooms because the word "God" is mentioned, a 15-year-old student in Arizona wrote this powerful poem.) Now I sit me down in school, Where praying is against the rule. For this great nation under God, Finds mention of Him very odd. If scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow, Becomes a federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific; the law is precise, Prayers spoke aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall, Might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but first the Bible, To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant senior queen, And the "unwed daddy" our senior king. It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught such "judgments" do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth control, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are now allowed, No word of God much reach the crowd. It's scary here, I must confess, When chaos reigns, the school's a mess. So Lord, this silent plea I make, Should I be shot, my soul please take. Amen. 'Til next time ...