Sunday, March 19, 2017

Driving 100

Can't say I have been that fast often, but one time, in the Grand Prix I had purchased from my sister, I was challenged to see if I could do 100.  This is the first car I had ever owned.  It was while driving to Blackfoot for my field placement at the State Hospital there.  I traveled with Blair Gardner and Mary Ellen Spackman.  Blair challenged me, "Can this thing do a 100?"  So we got off the freeway after Pocatello, and found some back roads on which to try out the Grand Prix.  It hit 100.  However the springs were so loss it didn't do so safely.  The car was really bouncing.  Scared me enough that I slowed down as quickly as we hit 100.

That car, likely because of the springs, had a bad habit of hitting the differential case on the bottom, which would push the casing into the differential and it would make a terrible noise.  I had to get it fixed a few times, once in the garage and once a friend of Weldon's in Tintic.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Caleb's: Our Days of Color

Our many days of color By Caleb

The many different days I change colors.  Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad.

When it is a pink day it reminds me of flamingos.

Sometimes I feel lonely on gray days.

Then comes a purple day.  I feel as sleepy as an owl.

I love my days of color.  I hope you do too.

I don't know what grade Caleb was when he wrote this, but I really like it.  I don't know if it was an original poem.  But I am sure he did the pictures, and the use of color is great.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Poetry I Like: Silver Boxes

Silver Boxes

My words were harsh and hasty

And they came without a thought.

Then I saw the pain and anguish

That my bitter words had brought.

Bitter words that I had spoken

Made me think back through the past;

of how many times I'd uttered

Biting words whose pain would last.

Then I wondered of the people

I had hurt by what I'd said;

All the ones I had discouraged

WHen I didn't use my head.

Then I thought about my own lifd,

Of painful words I've heard;

And of the times I'd been discouraged

By a sharp and cruel word.

ANd now clearly I remember

All tne things I might have done;

But, by a word I was discouraged

ANd they never were begun.

Lord, help my words be silver boxes,

Neatly wrapped up with a bow;

That I give to all so freely,

As through each day I gladly go.

Silver boxes full of treasure,

Precious gifts from God above;

That all the people I encounter

Might have a box of GOd's own love.

Michael Bright 1989

Monday, January 30, 2017

Todd Neilsen: Childhood Friend

Todd was a good friend when we first moved to Hyrum.  I was in the second grade, and todd was a grade older.  Our home had a smaller plot of land, but his was the center of a farm.  He had a nice swing set, a great sand box, and a tremendous climbing tree, as well as an orchard where the cows also grazed.  Most of my time for a while was at Todd's playing in the dirt.  We made great communities with tunnels and bridges.  It was great fun.  It is still the basis of my sand play at the beech, the tunnels we made.  Todd was always careful to not make the grade too steep.  We also enjoyed climbing his big tree.  It was an oak out by the barn, and we climbed very high.  One time my younger brother followed us.  We were sliding down through the branches, what Todd called the back exit.  My brother followed, but was too light to bend the branches far enough for a safe landing.  He broke his arm.
The also had a nice swing set, with a really nice glider.  We use to slip off the back of the glider after we got it going good.  I must have slid to early one time, because I ended up underneath and it caught me in the head.  One of the times I cracked my skull open.
I us to play in their house at times as well.  This usually playing a game.  I remember we played Life frequently.
The Neilsen home was also the place for night games at times.  We would play kick-the-can or freeze tag or hide and seek.  I also remember collecting bugs and the flowers they had to the side of their house.
We lived kitty corner from the Neilsen's.  We lived there for my second through fourth grades, and then moved away for a couple years, and then moved back.  After moving back, we didn't play quite as much.  I mostly hung with the boys my age.  Todd's father, Reece, was the mayor for a time. At one point they divided the ward  down the street between our homes.   However I am sure the broken arm incident was after we moved back.  My mom thought I should have done better with Charlie in light of my being a Boy Scout.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Office Van Gogh Prints

This are the Van Gogh prints I now have in my office.  I need some more.  I love Van Gogh's work, it makes me see things from a different angle.  I especially want "starry night" and "the scream."  I do like the ones I have.  The angles in the bedroom scene are fascinating.  And the cafe does give a view of the sky.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Virginia Street Project Acknowledgement from Nikki Chrisman

Our boss at Virginia Street project was Nikki Chrisman.  We were part of a longitudinal study about whether or not intensive services to those with serious mental illness could improve the quality of life, while also saving money.  This study concluded that both of these could be achieved.  Money savings came from keeping patients out of intensive high-cost services.  There was a comparison between Community Companions (now part of Momentum) Down town Mental Health and Virginia Street Project.  Although Virginia Street Project was the most costly, it also saved the most money by diverting people from the hospital and keeping them out.  Nikki would contract cancer and pass away shortly after this.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Access Staff-to-staff Mementos

We had some good times at Mental Health Access, and we had some hard times.  Towards the end, our bosses transferred to us the manager from hell.  It was really true, we had a boss whose goal was to get rid of everyone.  It was shortly after this that Access closed and the Callcenter took over.  The mementos were attempts to deal with some of the stress caused by this boss.  SO if you have the boss from "hell" talk to me; I've been there.