Sunday, July 31, 2011
We then headed out to Jenks (more advice), a suburb along the Arkansas River (that runs throughout Tulsa). We ate at Los Cabos. The queso was muy beauno. There were also more antique stores along old main street leading up to these river front restaurants, but most were closing at this time we arrived.
You take your item up to the appraiser, they look at it, tell you about it (sometimes, depending on the appraiser) and tell you what it's worth at auction. Usually appraisers cost money, and they might give you a brief snippet about your item, but then again, they don't have anything they are using for research so you just have to assume they have the info filed in their head. I saw a lot of ladies arguing with the value of their items. If the appraiser thinkss your object is interesting, they send you to a seat, and a producer comes to see you. This didn't happen to me, but I did see some people waiting in line, one had some silent movie reels. The producers came and they decided to film this lady, but they are just going to feature her online. "Just"....I know, it's more than I will be featured, but really, I'm already planning what I'll bring next time. As for this time, I have no regrets, I learned a lot about some items I've had for quite awhile. I have this painting, my Grandfather got it in Japan. He served in the Navy clean up efforts after WW2 . I learned that's Mount Fuji and this is a reverse glass painting (I'm still not sure on this because it looks like it's silk, but two people said it). The guy told me it's worth 25 dollars....uhhh...OK. Whatever, I wouldn't have sold it for anything because it's a piece of my Grandfather, but this appraiser and I shop at different places.
Next up, a surprise. I brought this because my brother asked me too. It's a lighter, also from my grandfather. He gave this to my brother. He got it in Japan, it's made out of American Beer cans due to the metal shortages at the time. Value-$50
Last up, and this is where things get weird. My Great, Great, Great Grandmother made the below peicture. It's about 2x3 feet. It's a flower wreath with a harp in the middle, well over a hundred year's old, winner of a blue ribbon in the state fair of Texas in the early 1900's, and completely made out of her children's hair. ...yup...hair art. I can't say this will ever make my list of projects to try, but I can also say when examinging it very closely, I don't think I could ever do anything this intricate if I wanted to pick it up.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
I will say these bugs have a bigger purpose I'll be posting about in a few weeks, and hopefully their home will be a cute one. These bugs are so easy to make. Pretzels, red, and milk chocolate...(and white chocolate if you want to add eyes, which is not necessary).
*One thing I've learned (and maybe I'm the last one on earth), but I put any left over chocolate in a ziplock bag, or a blob on wax paper. Once it dries, I dump it back into the bag to reheat for another project.
OK....and before I get to my news....when I got home today.....my chihuahua, Peanut, had found a pack of matches I had next to a candle and chewed them up. They were all over the carpet, and near his favorite spot to bury things....couch cushions. He's still alive to tell the story, but I am disturbed that my dog is playing with matches now, he's only two after all....lesson learned.
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Christy Robbins: Public schools should not fear religion Opinion, Commentary, Editorials, Op-Ed and Letters to the Editor - News for Dallas, Texas - The Dallas Morning News
In 2003, an elementary school student brought pens shaped like candy canes to a Plano ISD classroom to hand out at the annual holiday party. Attached to the pen was a legend about the candy cane, including symbolic biblical reasons for each marking to explain the Christmas story. The school would not allow him to hand these out. Eight years later, this battle is still rolling around the court system as First Amendment rights are evaluated.
Now, I’m a little foggy on whether the candy cane story is a fact-filled legend or just an old tale passed down through generations. All evidence points toward the candy cane legend being written to more clearly explain Christmas. After all, the candy cane is rarely a sermon topic in Christian churches. I’ve yet to come across candy cane references in the Bible.
I have, however, read many legends from various cultures and religious groups within the pages of Texas textbooks written to paint clearer pictures about circumstances and traditions important to cultures. And that’s what people who have taken sides in this fight need to remember: The official Texas curriculum is full of legends, myths and fables that are used to impart a greater truth.
There are no court cases pending regarding the popular library book The Legend of the Bluebonnet. In that book, Native American spirits visit the hills of Texas and fill them with blue flowers because of a little girl’s sacrifice.
If The Legend of the Candy Cane received a Bluebonnet Award, would it be classroom-approved?
Delving deeper into the candy cane case itself and what it represents is the line drawn between education and a student’s right to share his or her religious celebrations. Sharing stories about why Christmas is celebrated falls under the umbrella of facts about a religion celebrated by people who live all over the world. “Multicultural studies,” which encompass religious celebrations, is another Texas standard listed for all students to cover. Many districts set aside time to observe multicultural learning. So why do standards change when Christianity becomes one of the religions under study?
Comments in previous articles about the candy cane case reflect a misconception that Christians are the only ones asking for the right to observe, celebrate and share their customs freely in our schools. Not so. There are many public displays of various religious customs in Texas elementary schools. They look different, but each aligns with the particular group’s customs and beliefs.
Local districts make accommodations for students to pray toward the east during school hours. Places are provided for students to gather when observing Ramadan, allowing these students to forego lunchroom visits. Special dietary needs are met through the district’s meal planning for students with food restrictions based on their religion.
Sharing a religious story attached to a pen, praying before a football game or even using the word “prayer” instead of “moment of silence” is a hotly debated topic when you attach the name of Christ.
If you don’t believe in the power of those prayers, why fear the effects? If Christmas is just a story, why suppress a student from sharing his religious beliefs?
If you want to prevent students from sharing personal beliefs and feelings with each other, we need to go to silent lunches and solitary recess.
There’s just no reason to fear the spread of basic knowledge. After all, having knowledge of why Christmas is celebrated doesn’t make you a Christian. It’s believing Jesus died for your sins and placing your faith in Jesus that makes you a Christian.
Friday, July 29, 2011
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Last week, I headed up to Gainesville for Le Retreat and scrapbooking/quilting/eating/educational discussions that will only help you if you ever compete in a television trivia game show.
This has become a fun summer tradition. I wrote all about it here, with lots of great house pictures...and town pictures, and several links to links to links on the subject....OK, I think that covers my point, but it's a great house. If you live in North Texas, or on planet earth, and like to craft, and have friends, I recommend this getting away thing with friends and gluesticks/sewing machines.
What I like most about retreating is laughing at things that would never be that funny if laughter wasn't contagious, but suddenly rival stand up comics in the company of friends. I like hearing each person's personal connections with various topics that arise. For instance, my friend Mary's mom stuffed olives for a living for a few years before heading to Oklahoma into the life of farming. This then lead into a lengthy pimento conversation, that lead to a google search on the inter'tube', that lead to me needing to order a pimento cheese sandwich for lunch one day.
Another fun side effect of retreats are things you see, things you learn, or random shared traditions. The lady that owns the house swung by when we arrived, and she had the above quilt top in her car for someone (long story). It is from 1923, and she uses it in one of the classes she teachers called "They spoke with their needles." In this case, a family member moved away, and each of the ladies in the family created a square from feed sack. Each signed her name, left some information, and often a picture that somehow represented her. Each member then embroidered their piece, and they were compiled together to send with the family member moving out of state to lay on her bed and keep her from feeling homesick.