Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sheep, Goats and Valiant Boys

As Stake Primary President, I spend each Sunday with children.  At
the beginning of the year, I did a lot of traveling to various units
throughout our Stake - from Blairsville, Georgia in the far western
area to Marion and Forest City in the east, and nine other towns
in and around Asheville.  It's a busy time and I won't lie - it's totally
exhausting.  But I enjoy being with the primary leaders and the children.
After serving for the last ten years in Relief Society and Young Women,
it's all coming back to me how much I love Primary.
Heavenly Father's little ones are precious.

This summer, the travel schedule has become a little lighter and I've loved
being in primary in my home ward.  I've had the opportunity to teach this
group of boys for the past month, as I've been helping out my dear friend
Carol.  Meet the Valiant 9 class.  Two boys were on vacation the Sunday
I took this picture.  Yes, it's a class full of boys.
They are studying the New Testament and last week our lesson was on the 
Parable of the Sheep and Goats found in Matthew 25.  We talked about what
it will be like when Jesus comes again and how he will separate nations as a
shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.  We had a lively discussion
about these two groups of animals and whom each represent.  

Why will Jesus be separating the sheep from the goats and what is the main 
difference between them?  And what do these animals have to do with
helping people who are sick or hungry or thirsty?   At first they seemed 
a little confused, but when they remembered that Jesus taught important 
lessons to those who had "spiritual understanding", by using objects such 
as talents, oil, sheep and goats,  they were ready to see those animals for 
what they really were; groups of people who either loved Jesus and served
him or those who loved the things of the world more. 

The passage says that those who loved Jesus gave food to the hungry, drink
to the thirsty, clothed the naked, visited the sick and the prisoners.  And by 
doing so, it was as if they were doing it unto Him.

"Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of
these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."         Matt. 25:40

These were the actions of the righteous- the sheep, and they were found on
the right hand of God at the second coming, where they would inherit the
kingdom prepared for them.

We talked about the many ways Jesus served others and how we can serve
as He did.  They had some great ideas - cleaning out their closets and giving
clothes to people who needed them, preparing food to take to people who
might be hungry, helping their parents at home with their younger brothers
and sisters, and visiting the sick.  I challenged them to find ways that week to
practice being "sheep".  After the cacophony of animal sounds subsided,
they came up with a really good idea.

Their primary teacher Sister Mischenko (my friend Carol), has been quite
ill and they wanted to do something for her.  "Could we go to her house
and do some service?", they asked.   I loved it!  They were thinking like
sheep.
Carol is one of the best primary teachers I've ever known.  She's served
in primary for years (she taught three of my children) and takes her calling 
very seriously.  Spending hours each week preparing her lessons, she brings
a love for the Savior and an enthusiasm for his gospel into her classroom
and it is contagious.  These young boys are catching it.  As baptized
members of the church, they want to be like Jesus and Carol is helping
to teach them what that looks like.  

On this day, it was a joy for me to watch these boys spend time with their 
teacher and feel the blessings that came from serving her.
They worked hard weeding her flower beds.
After a few lessons on what were weeds and what were flowers, they did 
a great job.
Always the encourager, Sister Mischenko remained close by and talked
with the boys as they worked.
She had chocolate chip cookies, pink lemonade and watermelon for them
to enjoy while they took a break.  Big hit, big, big hit!
After the beds were weed free, they spent time looking for four leaf clovers in
her yard.


Mission accomplished.
Don't they look pleased with themselves?  Oh, I hope they can hold on to
that good feeling that comes from serving others.  Who knows what the Lord
has in store for these valiant boys?  I suspect it will be a great work.

Whenever I spend time with children I'm reminded why the Lord tells 
us that we must become like them in order to enter the kingdom of heaven. 
They are humble, teachable, loving, forgiving and eager to do good.  I can
learn from their example. 
*MYOF Goals - #22  - Study the New Testament
                             #44- Give 50 hours of service

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Rootabaga Country

What do you do when your kids outgrow summer visits to the Carl
Sandburg House?  You borrow someone else's and head on over
to watch Rootabaga Stories.
The Rootabaga stories take place in the town of Liver and Onions in
none other than Rootabaga country.  Carl Sandburg wrote these American
fairy tales for children.  Each summer, a group of young people who are
studying musical theater come to Flat Rock to apprentice and perform at
Carl Sandburg's home.  Watching these live performances have been a
part of my summers for as long as I can remember.

The stories are silly and make absolutely no sense. 

 Kelly was confused about this at first and after a couple of numbers, looked
 at me and said,  "I don't get this."  I explained that they weren't supposed to
make sense, they were just supposed to be fun.  Once she understood that, 
she loved it and went around singing one of the songs the rest of the day.

 "It ain't gonna rain no more, no more. 
 It ain't gonna rain no more. 
 How in the heck can I wash my neck, 
if it ain't gonna rain no more."

Big sister Abby,
however totally got it and loved it!  Can you hardly stand such cuteness?!

Such fun!
After the performance we spent time at the barn playing with the goats.
Kelly was searching for Tina - her favorite goat from our last visit. 


Ever wonder what the inside of a goat's ear looks like?  Me either.  But
Kelly was very curious.
We had a picnic lunch.

The little girls loved having Hanna along.  They said, "she is so cool!"
Yes she is!
After lunch, we took a little hike around the lake.


stopping to look at interesting things along the way.

It was a great day in Rootabaga Country. 

Until next summer.....

*Summer Goals -  Go to Carl Sandburg and watch Rootabaga Stories
                                  Go on a picnic
*MYOF Goals - #38 - Attend 4 cultural events
                              #6 - Laugh More


Friday, July 29, 2011

I Gotta Pickle, I Gotta Pickle, I Gotta Pickle, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!

Who remembers Buckwheat singing this little jingle on the Little Rascals?
Well I do and it's been stuck in my head, to the point that I finally
had to look it up and watch it on U Tube.   So cute!!!!

Thanks to a generous friend with a bumper crop of cucumbers, I
gotta lot of pickles!  And these pickles rock!

I'm so happy with the way they turned out, especially since my sauerkraut
attempt was an epic fail.  Don't know what happened there- but it did not
ferment, it rotted!  Disposing of a crock full of rotten cabbage was not fun.
I could hardly pick the darn thing up.
So, I'm super excited about my dill pickles and this is how I made them.

I soaked my sliced pickling cucumbers in brine overnight.
Then I gathered fresh dill from the garden.  Smells so good!
I've got hot jars waiting to be filled in the oven.
All lined up and ready to go.
The hardest part of the whole job is stuffing the cucumbers in the jar
and getting them in there tightly.
To each jar, I added mustard seed, fresh dill, fresh garlic
and dried red peppers.  My nana made hers this way and we always loved
them.  Every jar is a little different, because you don't know how hot that
pepper is going to be. At their suggestion,  I made the second batch with
two peppers in each jar, for the boys who like their pickles spicy!
I grew these in my garden last year and they've been hanging in my kitchen 
just waiting for a good use.
I carefully shake the jar on a dish towel to try and get the pickles to settle.
I want to get as many as I can in here and I don't want a lot of air space.

After the jar is full, I add the vinegar mixture and seal it up.
The white thing floating in the pot is a pickling spice mix wrapped up
in cheesecloth.  It's flavoring the vinegar and water.  Wipe the rim of jar well.
Put the flat top (which has been boiling away in hot water) on next
and screw on the top.  It's ready to be put in the hot water bath for 15 minutes.
When I take it out of the water bath, I set it on a dish towel to cool and listen
for that satisfying "pop" that means my jar has sealed.  
Then I leave them sitting around in my kitchen for a few days, so I can look
at them and feel  proud of myself, before I carry them down to the basement
storage.  


Fresh Pack Dill Pickles
17 to 18 lbs. pickling cucumbers, 3-5 inches long
2 gallons 5% brine (3/4 cup pickling salt to gallon water)
6 cups vinegar
3/4 cups salt
9 cups water
2 T. whole mixed pickling spice
2 t. whole mustard seed per quart jar
1-2 garlic cloves per quart jar
3 heads fresh dill per quart jar
dried peppers (optional)

Wash cucumbers thoroughly, scrub with vegetable brush and drain.
Cover with brine and let set overnight.
Combine vinegar, salt, water and mixed pickling spices tied in a 
clean white cloth bag.  Heat to boiling.  Pack cucumbers in hot
quart jars.  Add mustard seed, garlic and dill to each jar.  Add 
hot peppers if using them.
Cover with boiling liquid to within 1/4 inch of top of jar.  Adjust
seals and process in boiling water bath for 15 minutes.

*MYOF Goals #18 - Work on monthly storage and preparedness goals.