The 1940's were difficult and fearful times.  In 1941, Pearl Harbor in Hawaii was attacked by the Japanese and American men by the thousands and eventually millions either joined the military or were drafted to serve.  During that time frame all manner of businesses, but especially war and defense industries were replacing male workers with females.  Someone had to build the ships and planes and all the other manufacturing needs. . .and there were only women, for the most part, to do that.

...and as such, you are here to use your light to heal,
transform and transfigure
anything unlike peace, love, harmony and goodwill.

That we all may have
moments of peace
...and more peace.      

This whole Social Security thing is getting totally out of hand.  Georgie and Karl don't need any more encouragement, and certainly suggestions like this one are so inherently fraught with risk that I don't even want to think about it.  Of course he is only talking about a "portion" of the SS fund, but once we start down that road, the portions will certainly be subject to change.  If the current house and senate were able to mess with these portions, it could be anything from 1% to 95% or more.  And we know how well we can trust the folks in congress and on wall street to administer and protect this money. Read it for yourself and decide what Mr Levine is saying.

Previous installments of the Adopted Daughter series are available on my diary page click here  

This is the continuing Adopted Daughter series which can be reviewed or caught up on here:

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Notes In The Margins Part 10

Let me say a bit more about people pleasers.  I have told you previously that I am not a counselor, a therapist, a psychologist, etc.  All that I tell you is from my view point of how things affected me as I remember them, with insights gained over a lifetime of learned wisdom.  And that might also be something to keep in mind:  These are my memories of how I experienced things. . .surely the actual truth of things lies somewhere in the middle ground.  These are merely the truth of my reactions.  

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Notes In The Margins Part 9

This has gone down in the annals of history as "The Great Coke Caper."  No, not that kind of Coke. . . Coca Cola the drink.  One riotous, fun-filled night 8 of us from the softball team piled into my car after a game one night. . . in my really cool '56 Chevy  4 door hardtop, robin's egg blue and white. . .we had gone off to have hamburgers, drinks, fries and way too much fun.  We took laughing and stupidity to new heights that night.

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The once and future members of the "Skylighters" women's softball team began to practice.  Could there ever have been anything more just pure fun?  If there was, I never knew what it was.  This was another one of those "fake" deals of mine.  The Mormon Church had their own sports league programs, and being the majority of people, at that time, in most Utah cities, it was a vital and heavily participated in program.

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It seems that rather often in my life I have chosen the unusual way to do the usual things.  Sometimes the choices were of necessity, sometimes they were a direct result of my peripatetic need to move on to something else for a while.  Or as Grandma used to say, "you've got the Gypsy in your soul."  I got bored easily with mundane things, or interesting things made mundane by a lack of passionate presentation, and I had very little concern about dropping them and moving on to the next bright shiny object of my curiosity that surfaced somewhere.  

Growing into another phase of my personhood is what those years in Jr High and High School brought me.  I finally made some friends in High School.  Some of them friends of many years duration thereafter.  It was an uneven time for me and that teenage nemesis of wanting to fit in and be accepted by your peers was as difficult for me as it was everyone else.

Part V

There are so many ways to learn valuable lessons.  I generally pick just about the hardest I can find.  I think I love the challenge. (Or as some have suggested I just have no common sense.)  Before everything became Huge Supermarkets, there used to be small mom and pop grocery stores in every neighborhood in Salt Lake City.

Part IV

Growing up a bleeding-heart liberal in a Republican family, although they considered themselves Independents, was an interesting and often at odds situation.  It is my guess that my parents were more on the Republican side of things, but they prided themselves in voting for the person rather than a party.  Certainly they were not this new breed of republican that are running amuck these days.

Disclaimer:  Before we start today's episode, I need to say a couple of things.  I am enjoying and appreciating the comments of those who participate with me on this little story of mine.  Many of you ask questions about adopted children and parenting.  The answers I give you are my opinions from my childhood heart, and the knowledge of a lifetime of dealing with and overcoming related difficulties.  I am not a therapist.  I am certainly not an expert on anything.  I do have a college background in Psychology, Philosophy and Spiritual/religious studies.  So please do not take my "opinions" as being anything more than that and a desire to help or give a perspective.  If I could channel my mother, I am sure she would give you a whole other view of the challenges.  If your situation could benefit from some professional help, please do yourself and your family a favor and seek out good professional help.

This is the continuation of the diary posted yesterday, 3/21/05, "One Adopted Daughter's view of Adoption Part I"

here It was November of 1945.  My 9 year old brother and my 5 year old self were in a foster family in Salt Lake City, waiting and hoping to be adopted.  We had met our prospective parents and spent whole days with them very regularly.  They were nice people but they were different from "other mother" as I used to call her.  You know I was on constant watch and guarding my every action and behavior to the best of my ability.

I have lots of opinions about a lot of things but I really have very strong opinions about adoption.  Especially about adoption for children beyond the "cute baby" stage because that was me. . .

This quote came from her Senate Web site and is quoted in its entirety below the jump.

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