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Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Women's March ICT

My daughter and granddaughter (the older granddaughter couldn't attend because she just had surgery on her ankle) walked with me in the Women's March in Wichita KS on Saturday, Jan 21, 2017.



  There were people there representing a very diverse array of humanity, Equal Rights for EVERYONE! Here's a copy of the schedule of events.





From time to time a group would break out with a chant and attention would turn their direction.




Many signs and many pink pussy hats.


The walk started out slow, it takes a while to funnel that many people down a sidewalk.


See the white dot to the far right in the picture below? That's a drone that circle above us for a while. I saw the guy land it on our walk to City Hall but don't have a clue who he was. Couldn't see that he was affiliated with any media. I have seen and pictures or video surface from it yet.



Carry Nation made a showing, hatchet and bible in hand.


We couldn't get in where we could hear the speakers and we were starting to get really hungry. So after hanging around a while we decided to head on back. The granddaughter does love the chocolate IHOP pancakes. 


I attempted to find video of the speakers. The Facebook events page has plethora of pictures from the march in the discussion section and someone said there was video of speakers there also. I have only found one.


In a Facebook post there were complaints from another state about the March not being focused enough. This is my response to that:

"In Wichita KS the only focused issue was RIGHTS... Equal Rights, Civil Rights for EVERYONE. We think this is focused enough. It's not ME, ME, ME! That's Trump. We had Rainbow groups, we had Suffragettes, we had BLM, we had Latinas with wonderful chants... and that's only a few. THIS is what the march was about. :)"

I am very proud of the unity shown at the Wichita Women's March. Would love to see this grow.

And now a message from the national organization:

Thank you to the millions of people around the world who, on January 21, came together by the millions to raise our voices. But our march forward does not end here. Now is the time to get our friends, family and community together and MAKE HISTORY.

Join us in launching a new campaign:
10 Actions for the first 100 Days.

Found a video at the Trust Women page:

https://www.facebook.com/trustwomen/videos/10153688996207185/
(I couldn't get the embed link to work)

Friday, May 23, 2008

Crazy Times

Just a quick post to let you know that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. It's been crazy around here for the past week and last night was the topper. My daughter and sil were in a car accident in Wichita. She had just called me to find out how many of her two boys were at my house. Seems like less than a half hour later sil called to say they'd been in a horrible accident. It was a drunk driver and sil avoided a head on collision but ended up getting hit just to the back of the passenger door, crumpling the rear....

He says that if there had been a child in the back seat the outcome would probably have been grim....



Daughter went to the hospital and was thoroughly checked over, inside and out. She has a fractured rib, a couple punctures and bruises, but they released her to come home. She's off work for a week, but all's well.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Happy Birthday Darling Daughter

I should have had this post up yesterday, but I hadn't gone through the photo albums in a long time and I had a hard time just picking out a few to post. I had to look at every one of them very thoroughly. It doesn't seem like it was all THAT long ago that you were my tiny bundle of joy. Shortly after you were born your father got leave from the Navy and we went on vacation with his parents. In the picture below it was a hot summer day and the rest of us were envious of you being able to lay stark naked in the shade.
You were a happy baby. There was only once that I remember you cried and cried and nothing would make you happy. I was in California and your dad was out on the ship. I was alone in the apartment with no one to help. I walked you and rocked you and sang and cried myself till the sun came up. Then you finally went to sleep.
You were such happy child, it didn't take allot to entertain you and make you laugh.

And you were momma's little helper. Always wanting to be a big girl. (I should have cropped ME out of this picture. LOL I hardly EVER wrap a towel around my hair, I don't know why I did this day.)
Do you remember your red cowboy boots. You were quite the cowgirl. You got your boots and cowgirl hat for your birthday...
...along with the tractors you wanted. You remember the story behind that don't you? You and I were driving down West Street in Wichita where all the big tractor companies are and you said, "I want one of those." This request rather surprised me and I asked you where you would keep it. Your reply was, "In my closet." So I later went in search of a nice tractor set for you and found one that the box it came in converted to a barn...
...it tickled you no end that you could get inside this barn for the tractors. If my little girl wanted tractors and such I wasn't about to tell her that she maybe should have dolls or something more girlie. Girls drive tractors, too.
Many birthdays have come and gone, can you believe that Strawberry Shortcake is back?
Remember the first dress you ever made? You made it for competition in 4H. I bought material to make two dresses and showed you how to make the dress by making one myself. I never laid a hand on your project. I don't remember if it was on this project, but I remember you had a problem sewing something, you'd put the wrong sides together or something to that effect. You took it apart and sewed it again only to realize you'd done the same thing over. I think you did this a third time and were getting REALLY frustrated. I rather sternly told you to put it down and walk away from the machine. You got a bit upset with me because you thought I was upset with you. Once you had calmed down, I explained that you needed to take a breather before you tried to fix your problem yet another time. When you went back to it, refreshed, you were able to get it right. You learned that sometimes you just need to walk away from a bad situation to get a fresh perspective.
Here's the dress I made from the same pattern, I also made a dress for your doll. Sorry about the funny shot of you, looks like I caught you stretching your nose. What's funny about this is I see your older niece make this same face all the time.
Remember Girl Scout camp? You only went one year, but you weren't in Girl Scouts that long, they didn't seem to be able to maintain a troop in our area. But we had a good time, didn't we?
And then there were the animals, you got her for you but she ended up staying with me.
I'm not sure if this is KC or Shadow, probably KC, I don't think Shadow was as people friendly as KC was.
Then there was 8th Grade Promotion...
...can you believe that your oldest son is going to be having his 8th Grade Promotion in less than a week?
If I remember correctly, during the trip when the picture below was taken a young man commented on how blue your eyes were. He was obviously flirting with you and this embarrassed you terribly.
The last picture from the old albums I've posted tonight is how you looked much of the time during your teen years, surrounded by children. As a teenager you chose to stay home and babysit rather than run around and do what teenagers usually do. With your babysitting money you were able to buy clothes and other things, like your glass and brass vanity, that you liked.
I used to joke and say that you were the daughter my mother never had. By that I meant that you are more like my mother than me, I was more like dad. Now, you're all grown up with children of your own, I won't tell what birthday it is. I know you had to work on your birthday but I hope you had a wonderful day anyway.

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

Love, Mom