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    • Travel Tuesdays – S1E9 – one poem & a few quotes.

      Posted at 10:39 pm by missannsays, on May 28, 2013

      The Road Not Taken

      Written by: Robert Frost
      TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
      And sorry I could not travel both 
      And be one traveler, long I stood 
      And looked down one as far as I could 
      To where it bent in the undergrowth; 
      
      Then took the other, as just as fair, 
      And having perhaps the better claim 
      Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 
      Though as for that, the passing there 
      Had worn them really about the same, 
      
      And both that morning equally lay 
      In leaves no step had trodden black. 
      Oh, I marked the first for another day! 
      Yet knowing how way leads on to way 
      I doubted if I should ever come back. 
      
      I shall be telling this with a sigh 
      Somewhere ages and ages hence: 
      Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, 
      I took the one less traveled by, 
      And that has made all the difference.

      1. “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” – Mark Twain

      2. “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St.  Augustine

      3. “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

      4. “The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead  of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson

      Read more at http://matadornetwork.com/bnt/50-most-inspiring-travel-quotes-of-all-time/#iuMBpI4AzYDuz0Ui.99
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    • Travel Tuesdays – S1E8 – Oklahoma

      Posted at 9:47 pm by missannsays, on May 21, 2013

      I was born in Oxford, England but from age 2 – 5 years I lived in Norman, OK. My dad had met my mom while he was stationed in England during the Korean War. They would marry. I would be born and then we would move to Norman, Oklahoma so my dad could finish his education at the University of Oklahoma. My brother and sister were born in Norman, Oklahoma. My grandparents lived there until their deaths. Whenever I spell Oklahoma, the song “O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, Oklahoma” runs through my mind. My earliest childhood memory is being lowered into a tornado shelter. I remember being held in my dad’s arms and being passed to someone else standing lower down. I can almost feel their hands around my rib cage. I remember people sitting on benches around the edge of the “room.” Some years later when I described that memory to my folks, they confirmed that what I was remembering was being passed into a tornado shelter.

      My heart aches for the people of Oklahoma who were affected by the recent tornados. My prayers have been for their safety and their recovery. My friend and pastor shared a prayer on his Facebook page from a Jewish believer. It is a beautiful prayer that rings so true with my heart that I wanted to share it with you.

      “A Prayer for Oklahoma…May 20, 2013
      By Abby Jacobson, Emanuel Synagogue, Oklahoma City, OK

      Lord our God, we stood before You just a week ago to receive the Ten Statements of Your Torah. We stood, as though with our ancestors, and listened to the Torah reader chant descriptions of the smoking mountain, the thunderous rumbling, and the long-awaited voice of God.

      This afternoon, the people of central Oklahoma did not stand to hear the voice of God. We sat, we paced, and we huddled. We listened to the voice of the meteorologists and watched as dark clouds swirled together over a cone of destruction. The rain fell upward, not down, and the thunderous roar of the swirling winds carried, and we saw the awesome power of God. This was not Shavuot—the Feast of Weeks that marked our days of freedom. This was minutes that seemed like years and trapped us into watching the same images of destruction.

      Merciful God, a great and powerful windstorm has passed, and it has torn apart the buildings and shattered the rocks before You. You told Elijah, the prophet, that You were not in the windstorm. Please, then, be in the still, small voices of the children crying out to be found. Be in the voices of the rescuers calling out for survivors. Be in the cries of those who are lost and of those who have lost.

      May it be Your will that those who are missing be found alive and be cared for well, and may the people of central Oklahoma find strength in You and in one another as we rebuild what we can.”

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    • Travel Tuesdays – S1E7

      Posted at 11:01 pm by missannsays, on May 14, 2013

      Today for the first time in a very long time I picked someone up at the international arrivals area of Newark Airport. To be honest I don’t think I ever picked someone up there before. When we had family visit from Great Britain when I was a kid, they flew into JFK. I was trying to remember when was the last time I ventured into the international arrival area of any airport. As I pondered that I realized it was a few years ago at JFK when my daughter Meghan returned from Ireland – I think. Meghan was my world traveler. During her high school and college days, she took full advantage of the travel/study aboard concept. She visited Italy (twice), France, Germany, Ghana, Ireland (twice), England and Scotland as well as a couple of trips to St Thomas. A few years ago when there were no trips scheduled outside of the continental United States, she had commented “this is the first time since 2002 that I haven’t left the US!” So I have a vague memory of watching and waiting to see Meghan at JFK but I can’t tell you where she had been. I do know it is always good when your child has traveled safely home and you are hugging them and waiting to hear all the details of the trip.

      Today I was at Newark Airport to pick up my aunt and uncle. I found my way to the international arrivals area but I wasn’t really sure if I was in the right place. I wasn’t sure this was the only place my aunt and uncle would be able to exit immigration and customs. An occasional flight attendant or pilot would walk out of the customs area, wheeling their suitcase, looking very professional. But there weren’t very many travelers exiting. I decided to take a seat and wait. I am grateful there were rows of bench type chairs. As I headed to a chair, a man was heading to the same chair. There was a funny moment as we realized we were both “aiming for the same place”. I changed my direction to seat a row ahead of my original destination and said “I won’t fight you for it. I will just sit here instead.” We both chuckled and sat down and I asked “Do you know if this is the only exit?”. He was hoping it was because he had been waiting for over an hour for his friend/family from Amsterdam. He inquired where was the flight I was waiting for from and I said “Manchester, England.” This lead to him sharing the story of being in England in 1955 as a young service man. I shared the story of my folks meeting in England just a few years before. He told the story of an English woman who was so very kind to him and his friend. He said she was about 25 years older than he was. He was just 19 years old and his English wasn’t good because he is from Puerto Rico. The woman’s name was Molly and she watched out for him and his friend. She took them to church. He laughed as he said she tried to “keep us out of trouble.” He would travel back to England through the years to see her. She would leave her house to him and his friend when she died because she had no family. It was an amazing story. After awhile I would see my aunt and uncle approaching, I said “take care.”. He extended his hand to shake mine and said “My name is Walter.” I said “My name is Ann. It was lovely talking to you.” Walter said “God bless you”. What a delightful encounter.

      Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment | Tagged friendship, little things, travel thoughts
    • update on “duh email” post

      Posted at 3:52 pm by missannsays, on May 6, 2013

      After I wrote a duh email?? from National September 11 Memorial post, I replied to the email I had received from the memorial and I also send my reply to the family passes email address and the FDNY family assistance unit as an FYI. Today I received the following email from the memorial:

      Dear Ann,
      I’m writing to follow up on your email to us regarding the post-visit message which you received. Thank you very much for reaching out and for bringing this matter to our attention. We apologize that you received the message since it was intended for our general public visitors, not 9/11 family members. We are working to rectify the situation so other family members do not have the same experience.

      Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you have any questions or if there is anything I can help you with in the future.

      Best,
      ——-

      My reply:

      Dear —–,

      Thank you very much for your quick reply to my email. I didn’t think it was intended for family members. So glad to hear you will be rectifying the situation. We have actually met. The very first time I visited the memorial was on a Monday evening in September 2011. I had been at a Tribute Center Docent council meeting and myself, another family member and a few other people showed up around 7:30. The person at the desk said we would have to wait while she found someone to escort us on because it was late. You were sitting in the family area and said you would escort us on. I appreciated that gesture. Again thank you for that gesture and for acting promptly on this matter.

      Ann

      Wanted to share the Memorial’s reply and also share that emails sometimes make us faceless but we are more closely connected than we realize. In September of 2011, —-(not fair for me to name person) had given me her business card and I wrote an old fashion paper thank you note. Today I was reminded that mistakes happen and we have a choice how we respond.

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    • Said this week

      Posted at 12:02 pm by missannsays, on May 2, 2013

      One liners from this week:

      “Why did your kids move so far away?” – question asked by 6th grader at Tribute Center. At first I thought it was an attack on my motherhood but realized he was just curious.

      “I was in my mother’s uterus!” comment by 5th grader in response to “What do you know about September 11,2001?

      “How old are you?” – 5th grade girl. “Never ask a woman her age?” – 5th grade boy. “I am a woman so I can ask” – same 5th grade girl.

      “This is my first pedicure. We didn’t have time for this leisure stuff when I was young.” 94 year old mother-in-law

      “I just don’t understand they come here and bomb us. And then we bomb them. And then they say we started it. I just don’t get it?” 6th grader said with intensity and sadness in his young voice. I responded with tears in my voice “maybe the grown ups need some kids to tell them that it doesn’t matter who started it, who is going to stop it?”

      Kids shouldn’t have to ask those questions. Kids need to be kids. 😦

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    • Travel Tuesdays – S1E5 – the trip of a life time

      Posted at 3:59 pm by missannsays, on May 1, 2013

      No internet connection made this a little late. 🙂

      To be honest this post isn’t about travel as in exploring exciting places or planning a vacation. This post is about traveling through time on this journey called life. The past few days seem to be shouting at me “Life is a journey. Life is ever changing. How will you travel on this journey – carrying all kinds of baggage, and worries or with trust, enjoying the view, with wonder and ease.”

      On Thursday my mother-in-law will move into assisted living. She is almost 95 years old. She is amazing. Oh, she has slowed down and she repeats herself but she has lived the last 21 years alone. She has traveled through many years. She has traveled to many places. She has outlived her husband, her siblings and their spouses and even many of her friends. She loves God and asks “why am I still here”. I tell her “so we can go to Friendly’s together.” She laughs.

      Today I told Bruce’s story to a curator at the National September 11 museum. I told of how we meet, our wedding, the birth of our daughters, our family vacations and the September 11 story. I guess all the remembering further emphasized this journey theme. One story I related to them seems to fit here. In the first days after September 11, I remembered an event that had happened at family camp just a few weeks before. A little boy from church had gotten himself in trouble. His dad had told him if he didn’t behave he was going back to their campsite. Well, he didn’t behave and his dad scooped him up and carried him away. He didn’t go quietly. When I related that story to my daughters, I said we are going on this journey and we have a choice we can either rest in our Heavenly Father’s arms or go kicking and screaming but either way this is happening and we are going. Today I think that is how life is we can either believe there are arms carrying us and rest in them or we can go fighting all the way but either way you are going to travel from point A to point B.
      It probably won’t be a clean straight route but it can be a wonderful adventure no matter what the circumstances. If you trust who is carrying you, it can be the trip of a life time.

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    • Travel Tuesdays – S1E5 – the trip of a life time

      Posted at 3:59 pm by missannsays, on May 1, 2013

      No internet connection made this a little late. 🙂

      To be honest this post isn’t about travel as in exploring exciting places or planning a vacation. This post is about traveling through time on this journey called life. The past few days seem to be shouting at me “Life is a journey. Life is ever changing. How will you travel on this journey – carrying all kinds of baggage, and worries or with trust, enjoying the view, with wonder and ease.”

      On Thursday my mother-in-law will move into assisted living. She is almost 95 years old. She is amazing. Oh, she has slowed down and she repeats herself but she has lived the last 21 years alone. She has traveled through many years. She has traveled to many places. She has outlived her husband, her siblings and their spouses and even many of her friends. She loves God and asks “why am I still here”. I tell her “so we can go to Friendly’s together.” She laughs.

      Today I told Bruce’s story to a curator at the National September 11 museum. I told of how we meet, our wedding, the birth of our daughters, our family vacations and the September 11 story. I guess all the remembering further emphasized this journey theme. One story I related to them seems to fit here. In the first days after September 11, I remembered an event that had happened at family camp just a few weeks before. A little boy from church had gotten himself in trouble. His dad had told him if he didn’t behave he was going back to their campsite. Well, he didn’t behave and his dad scooped him up and carried him away. He didn’t go quietly. When I related that story to my daughters, I said we are going on this journey and we have a choice we can either rest in our Heavenly Father’s arms or go kicking and screaming but either way this is happening and we are going. Today I think that is how life is we can either believe there are arms carrying us and rest in them or we can go fighting all the way but either way you are going to travel from point A to point B.
      It probably won’t be a clean straight route but it can be a wonderful adventure no matter what the circumstances. If you trust who is carrying you, it can be the trip of a life time.

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    • Travel Tuesdays (S1E4) – National Parks

      Posted at 7:48 pm by missannsays, on April 23, 2013

      Did you know this is National Parks’ Week – April 20 – April 28? The weird thing is I had already decided to write about the National Parks before I was aware of that fact. I went to the website to investigate a couple of things and realized it is National Parks Week.

      According to the National Parks website, America’s National Parks’ include more than:
      •84 million acres of spectacular scenery, historic landmarks and cultural treasures
      •17,000 miles of trails
      •43,000 miles of shoreline
      •27,000 historic and prehistoric structures
      •100 million museum items
      •12,000 campsites

      In the summer of 1996, my husband, my two daughters, our dog and I did what we called “our National Park’s Tour”. We were away from June 23 – July 27. We traveled 6,264 miles. Bruce actually drove all those miles because the truck was not automatic and we were pulling a pop-up trailer. We drove through 15 states. Saw license plates from 49 states, 7 Canadian provinces, the District of Columbia and even a diplomatic plate. The only state license plate we never saw was Vermont.

      There are many stories to tell but since it is National Park Week I will mention two things about the National Parks that you may not be aware of. Our National Park Service offers a Junior Ranger Program for kids. And an organization called A Christian Ministry in the National Parks (ACMNP) offers Sunday church services from Memorial Day to Labor Day in 25 different National Parks.

      The Junior Ranger Program involves a booklet that suggests and includes activities that are designed to help children learn and enjoy the park. There are stickers, maps, wildlife facts, and fun ideas. When your child completes the booklet, they present it in the visitor center and receive their Junior Ranger badge or certificate from the park ranger. When my girls finished the program at Mount Rushmore, the park ranger asked them where they lived and had they ever been to the National Park in their own backyard. Thankfully they had been and they knew it was the Statue of Liberty. At Yellowstone National Park, the park ranger called the entire visitor center to attention so she could award the Junior Park Ranger badge to my daughters. Emily was cringing and Meghan was beaming and Mom was in trouble with Emily.

      I don’t remember how we discovered there was a church service at Mount Rushmore but I am so glad we did. My family and about 30 other people sat in the same amphitheater that would later hold hundreds of people at the evening lighting of Mount Rushmore. Both the morning service and the evening lighting were amazing and worthwhile experiences. ACMNP states: “Our volunteers come from over 100 college campuses and 30 seminaries, in 35 states, representing more than 30 Christian denominations.” The young people did a great job leading the music. The young man who spoke made me smile because someone must have told him to make sure you look at “all the people” when you speak. The amphitheater at Mount Rushmore is huge so in his attempt to look in all directions he kept his feet still and kind of pivoted around in a half circle and pivoted back the other way. He reminded me of a sprinkler. We also attended service at a campground at southern entrance to Yellowstone National Park. That service was on log benches along the Snake River. It was absolutely beautiful. Since it was outside our dog attended. After the service, we joked that we had supplied future sermon material. Some day that young preacher would tell the story of preaching at a campground and a dog howling/singing during “Amazing Grace” – too funny.

      Our National Parks are a treasure. Let’s support and visit them. http://www.nps.gov

      Afterthought: While on the trip, Bruce and I were sure that people thought we were drug dealers – New York license plates on a pick up truck with a cap, trailing a pop-up and a Rottie – those people must be trouble 🙂

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    • Come Fly with Me

      Posted at 6:14 pm by missannsays, on January 31, 2013

      I am not sure which is stranger the fact I am sitting in Newark Airport and it is so quiet or I am sitting in Newark airport writing a blog on my laptop. Today I am flying to Minnesota to visit my nephew and his family. I enjoy traveling. I try to be a “good traveler” – packing efficiently,travel documents in order, easy on and off shoes, etc. I am awed my air travel and sometimes underwhelmed by airport security.

      The idea that an airplane can fly is amazing. Really think about it this metal bird looking transport vehicle rises in the air and moves us from place to place. It is awe-inspiring. Years ago it was a more comfortable journey. Remember when they gave you newspapers and magazines, pillows, blankets and food for free. Remember when children got those little pilot wings and got to visit the cockpit. I remember my girls visiting the cockpit as we flew home from England. They were thrilled. When we flew to Paris courtesy of the French Fire Department, another FDNY family was sitting in front of us and my daughters started a conversation with the 3-year-old. This adorable little girl asked my daughters “where are you going?” My daughters stated “France”. “Me, too!” too funny 

      Another funny flight moment was when we were flying to St Thomas Virgin Island and we realized the people next to us had a dog in their carry-on bag. The funny or terrifying part was as we are preparing for landing the flight attendant finally sees the dog and mentions “I didn’t know we had a dog on board.” Really, you can get a dog on a plane and no one knows. 

      Airport security is a necessary evil that on occasion that has tried my soul. I am ever amazed at whom the randomly searched people are. For some reason whoever I am traveling with or me is that random person. My 93-year-old mother in law was the ultimate – are you kidding me!?! They made her get out of the airport wheelchair. I came very close to saying “Wow! If you had been this thorough on September 11, her son would be alive.” But I held my tongue.

      My Dad used to say that pilots say “That flight is 5 minutes of terror, followed by hours of boredom and then another 5 minutes of terror.” As the plane is taxing for takeoff, I pray “Lord, either totally safe or face to face with you. Thank you. Amen” I either want the flight to go as planned or just go totally bad because this floating around in the ocean or stranded on some mountain isn’t my thing. Well, it is almost time to board. I know there will be no magazines, too many bags in the overhead, no free food but it is still amazing that a plane takes flight and gets you where you want to be.

      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged little things
    • How old are you?

      Posted at 5:42 pm by missannsays, on January 20, 2013

      On Facebook this morning there was a list of “friends” who have birthdays today. I scrolled down the list and wished a few Happy Birthday. I chuckled when I saw how old Facebook says one of those people is because that is not possible. Anyway how old you are seems to have become the theme of the day. While teaching Kids First Church today, I asked if the anyone knew what the word generation meant. One young man explained a generation is the years between a father and son. Correct a generation is usually considered to be about 30 years. And then I added to further explain the concept that between one of our youngest Kids First Church and me  there were actually two generations because her parents were just a little older than my daughters. “Wow!” explained that same young man and then he added “how old are you?”. To which another young man said “Don’t answer that”. “No, that is okay” and I proceeded to tell them how old I am. There was discussion about if I was really that old to which I said Yes, I don’t lie to you. Anyway we eventually continued with the lesson and as the parents were signing the children out I was suddenly aware of the fact that the discussion on the ride home would probably be about “how old Miss Ann is”. Oh well!!

      Two random thoughts:

      1. The Bible mentions people who lived to be 600 years old. I have often wondered at what age were you a grown up?
      2. Have you noticed that when children tell you their age they mention how many years and a 1/4 or 1/2 or 3/4? At what age do we stop doing that?
      Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment | Tagged kid stuff, little things
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