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My Western Trip~Part 5

4 Jun

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill Small Red Plane

With a pleasantly full tummy, I headed west to the Mojave Air & Spaceport to check out the famous Scaled Composites operation that Burt Rutan had founded. I was disappointed to discover that Northrop Grumman now owned the company and the open access to the facility I had once experienced when visiting Scaled Composites back in the early 1980s was no longer available. Since the Spaceport is now basically closed to visitors, I took a few pictures of some of the aircraft that have made the Spaceport famous in recent years, and are now displayed in the Rotary Rocket Roton. Then I headed for Palmdale, CA to check out the Lockheed Skunk Works.

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I had hoped for a tour of the Lockheed Martin Plant 42 where they are building the new F-35 Joint Strike Fighter and the Skunk Works, where it is rumored they are now developing a new unmanned spy plane, dubbed the SR-72, or “Son of Blackbird.”   But, here again I was to be disappointed, as the whole area was fenced off with no visitor access. So, I drove on over to visit the Joe Davis Air Park and the Blackbird Park (Production Flight Test Installation). This provided me with great up close and personal viewing of some of America’s most popular and fastest airplanes ever made.

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I started the next day with a tour of the Edward AFB and Museum. This was a three hour closely monitored bus tour of the museum and some of the base facilities. This was another case of having experienced open access visiting of most of the Edwards AFB facilities while assigned to the Space Shuttle Recovery Team in the mid-1980s. It seems that access to most of the U.S air bases around the country have been closed or largely restricted to the public since 9-11. As an example, the Edwards tour is only given two days each month, and then a person must sign up 30 days in advance to provide time for security background checks. I did however learn one very interesting thing on this tour. How the “Muroc Air Force Test Center” originally got its name. Can you guess? Google “Edwards AFB & Vicinity” and scroll down to “1910” and see what you get. I would never have guessed. I found it very informative. Things sure were a lot simpler back in those days.   As part of the Edwards AFB Museum tour, I visited the Century Circle display, which traces just one time period of the Air Force Flight Test Center’s history, which (Muroc) Edwards is famous for.

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After leaving Edwards, my next stop was in Sylmar, CA to visit the Nethercutt Collection. This was one of the best automobile collections I have ever seen. J. B. Nethercutt was the co-founder of the Merle Norman Cosmetics Company and he collected more than 30 classic luxury automobiles as part of a 200-car collection that is on a rotating display. Each of the cars has been carefully restored, runs like new and is licensed for when they are taken to car shows. In addition, the collection includes an amazing collection of automobile mascots, antique furniture, clocks, watches, and one of the world’s finest collections of mechanical musical instruments, which is displayed in the museum’s music room.

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—–To Be Continued—–

 

 

In the Pit…Again

3 Jun

I  am always pleased to welcome a guest blogger to Old Things R New but today I am especially pleased to welcome my friend and daughter, author Rebekah Lyn-Onisha

 

beach beckWe are all hurting, all struggling in some way. Some of us hide our pain better than others and it is easy to get wrapped up in our struggles, causing us to stop seeing the world beyond our own circumstances. A few months ago I was drowning in my own pain both physical and emotional. I lost two people that I loved dearly and nearly lost a third who, only by the grace of God, made it through a very serious illness. By the end of the month I was exhausted so when a friend asked if I wanted to go to a Casting Crowns concert I nearly said no. I’m so happy I didn’t.

The opening song by For King & Country was a big, booming production. There were bass drums, snare drums, timpani, so many drums and so much energy I could feel it reverberated through me and massaging my tired soul. I was on my feet, not hearing the words, only hearing the music. After the concert I had to tweet the band to find out what that song was so I could buy it. Turns out it was Fix My Eyes and wasn’t even released yet but was planned to be the first single off their next album. You can be sure I bought it the day it was released a few weeks later.

Throughout the evening I felt the pain and sorrow shedding like dead skin and knew I was being renewed-body, mind, and spirit. I only new one song from the new Casting Crowns album, Thrive, but every song seemed to have been written just for me. Three songs in particular stuck with me, the words jolting me out of the spiritual sleep I’d fallen into during the month of trials: Thrive, Dreamer, and All You Ever Wanted. I went home that night and slept better than I had in weeks.

Did I maintain the exhilaration and comfort I experienced that night? No, I don’t think highs like that can be maintained. We leave the confines of the concert, retreat, youth camp, or church service, wherever it is that we are lifted to the top of the mountain. We return to daily life, bills, job stress, running kids to activities, cleaning house, and juggling schedules that are too overloaded. If we don’t carve out time to focus on God and seek that connection we found in the moment of intense worship then we are back in the valley before we know it.

I may not always understand what I am reading in my quiet time, but I am still taking the time, keeping the door open so God and I can talk and I know he is preparing my heart for what’s next. The verse I read this morning may echo in my mind a month from now and keep me from falling.

Those highly emotional and intense worship experiences are fun and can pull us out of a pit, but the daily devotion and dialogue is what we need to help keep us from getting in the pit to begin with.

What are some of the mountain top experiences you’ve had?

 

Read more about Rebekah and her fellow authors at Rebekah Lyn Books. Be sure to look at the “Breaking News” to learn about her upcoming release, Jessie

Big Savings at the Discount Club

2 Jun

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

Author, Poet and ArtistYesterday I went to a discount club for some cat litter. My alternative health provider said they had good, natural litter there. When I walked into the vast, cold warehouse-type store, which was loaded with luxuries any housewife would admire, I was told I could buy something without having a membership.

We’d had memberships in such clubs for years. It was supposed to be more economical. When we remodeled our garage into a workroom, we lined the walls with cupboards so we’d have room to store the large packages you usually get at those places. We never went into one, even just to look, without dropping a few Cs. And oh, it was all so economical.

A big buggy rolled across the parking lot toward my car, so after I had parked I grabbed it and pushed it into the store. When I got to the pet aisle, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get down a box of litter. They were slightly above my head and weighed twenty-five pounds. So I waved at a big, strong-looking associate. But before I could catch his eye, I realized that unless I could convince him to go home with me, I’d have to wrestle the box into the trunk of the car and somehow get it into the house. I decided to think it though, and make other arrangements. So there I was with my buggy and half an hour before I had to be at my daughter’s work place to go to lunch. It was enough time to walk a mile, the weather was growing warmer outside and by afternoon would be hot, so I started up and down the aisles.

Was I tempted by anything as walked at a moderate pace through the store? Oh, yes. But the only thing I paused long enough to pick up and think about was a book. However I had just discarded eight books in a row that I’d bought used, because I didn’t like them. It would be foolish to pay $9.99, and find myself once again giving up on the book. I laid it down and continued on my way.

Why was I not tempted to buy anything else? I think it was because Bill and I have made some progress in simplifying our daily life. We know what we like to eat and what’s good for us. Two people don’t consume much. Everything costs so much, but thank God, we can get what we need. And I’d already filled up all my cupboards with art supplies.

I’ve been trying for decades (with not much success) to follow the wonderful precepts in Quaker, Richard J. Foster’s book, Freedom of Simplicity: Finding Harmony in a Complex World. The book shows how living more simply not only allows us to enjoy less stress and more leisure, but also contributes to the health of our bodies and souls.

While I was walking around the store, I passed a woman with eight children accompanying her. I figured they were all hers because their sizes ranged from a couple of teen-aged girls walking beside her, to a toddler in the cart. The three small boys bringing up the rear, were, of course, having a good time of their own. I admire a woman who can handle that many children all at once. It was apparent that the discount club was a good place for her to shop, because her family would always need a great deal of food and other things.

When it was time to leave, the buggy was still empty, but I had something to take away. I had gained an exercise time and recognized once again how blessed our country is to have stores of plenty. Also I had a new self-respect for not lingering long enough to find a temptation I couldn’t resist. I rolled the buggy up to the man who stood checking tickets against purchases and asked where I should put it. He was a bit confused, so I just parked it next to an empty behind him.

Even though life still seems complicated and full of decisions and choices, I may be making progress toward simplicity after all. Is this something you desire as well?

 

 

 

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Her First Phrase

1 Jun

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

 

                   JUDY

 

 

 

Our oldest daughter, Karen, was born in Germany, just two months after we arrived in country. We, of course, doted on her. The German lady who was the church nursery worker doted on her, as well. On our last trip in Europe before heading back stateside, Frau Katie stayed with Karen while we were gone. They both had such a good time together, that we weren’t missed at all.

As Karen was learning to speak/talk, we discovered that she was not only speaking English, but she had some German words mixed in there as well! Apparently Frau Katie was speaking to her in German! That was quite a revelation.

I really don’t remember Karen’s “first word” the way many children do. But I do remember her first phrase. Here’s how it came about:

My Mother came to visit us in Germany, while Karen was just 22 months old – a good time to be learning to speak. We squired Mom around as much of Europe as we could in the time she was with us, and usually took Karen with us. We had a great time together. As we would be driving along, Karen and Mom – in the back seat together – would be “conversing” together. And every now and then I would hear Mom say, “Karen, look at that flag!” We would be passing a building or house that was sporting a flag of some type, and Mom was pointing it out to her.

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Mom’s time with us came and went far too quickly, and she returned to New Mexico. We had another year of our tour in Germany, and we returned to our routine. And as we would drive here and there, we would hear Karen say, “Look at that flag!” as she saw flags on buildings, just like when her “Oma” was with us. Gave us quite a chuckle to hear her say that, with the same inflection that Mother had given the phrase.

And that is what Karen’s first phrase was. What a fun memory that is!

 

 

 

Does Anything Last Until the End

31 May

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Goodness, spring is almost over and the spring cleaning isn’t done. Nudged by a bit of guilt, I rolled up my sleeves, and began with closets, then drawers. As I tossed out jars of who-knows-what in my bathroom drawer—old tubes of lipstick, creams that probably ended up there from when I was a teenager. But among the junk, to my delight, I found the little bottle of perfume I’ve been searching for for months. It was my favorite for its delicate, yet delicious scent.

 Without hesitation, I popped the glass lid off, brought it to my nose, and the scent was, well, blah. How could that fancy bottle of perfume lose its fragrance?

Visit Janet’s Blog and website Janet Perez Eckles  to read the end of this story.

 

 

 

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Keep Looking Up!

30 May

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

Lynn, Janice and Louise

Lynn, Janice and Louise

 

 

 

My daughters and I are bonded in love.
as we stand at the foot of the cross..
Each is blessed in so many ways-
Yet all have suffered loss.

 

Everyone is surrounded by distractions every day.
It can be easy to let them cloud our vision.
Keep your focus on Christ, dear friend.
It will help you make the right decision.

 

When you come to know Him,
Constant and abiding, always the same,
Bring glory, praise and honor
to His precious name..

My Western Trip~Part 4

28 May

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill Lites

After walking the streets and meeting many of the 1880s town characters at the old west “Calico Ghost Town” it was just a few miles down I-15 to Peggy Sue’s Nifty 50s Diner in Yermo, CA. Peggy Sue’s Diner really brought back a lot of the 1950s memories of the good times we had as teenagers at our local diners in Albuquerque, NM. To compliment the cozy atmosphere at Peggy Sue’s Diner, you can “Eat to the Beat” with good homemade food and great 50’s music. Then after a burger, fries and a milkshake, you can explore the extensive collection of movie and TV memorabilia that Peggy Sue has on display.

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The next stop was Barstow, CA where I visited the Route 66 “Mother Road” Museum and the American Railroad Museum, both located in the original 1911 Casa del Desierto (The Harvey House) Railroad Depot. The historic structure is an elegant presence in the Mojave Desert and is still used and often referred to as the Barstow Amtrak Station. This famous depot was, for many years, what unofficially became known as the “Crossroads for Travelers,” where the Old Mormon Tail and the Santa Fe Trail came together. Early 1900s travelers, following winding wagon trails across this area turned it into what was later called The National Old Trails Road. Then in 1926, when the Federal Government instituted a new highway numbering system, The National Old Trails Road became U.S. Highway 66, and the rest is history. DiVoran and I became well acquainted with the portion of Route 66 between Las Angeles and Albuquerque in the first several years after we were married, but that’s another story for another blog.

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The next day I had planned to visit the U.S. Naval Armament Museum at the China Lake Naval Air Station just outside Ridgecrest, CA. But, when I signed in for the security check, I was told that their computers had been down for several hours, and they didn’t expect them to be back on-line for another 3-4 hours. There were several people ahead of me, to be processed, and I didn’t have time to wait around in the “hope” that their computers would be restored anytime soon. So, I headed on over to Boron, CA to visit the Saxon Air Museum and the 20 Mule Team Museum. Borax mining and unusual desert rock formations are the big interests in this area. I had made several Space Shuttle recovery trips to Edwards AFB when I worked for Lockheed, and had been introduced to Domingo’s Mexican Food Restaurant there in Boron. So, after checking out the museums and the rock shops, I treated myself to a great lunch at Domingo’s. Nothing had changed since last I had eaten there, including the model train that runs around overhead, inside the dining room, while you are enjoying your meal.

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                        —–To Be Continued—–

 

After Easter “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men gang aft agley”

26 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

DiVoran and David Bowers

DiVoran and David Bowers

My brother and I on Easter circa 1949. Mother made the dark blue and white dotted Swiss dress for me. David wore that sweater all winter for several winters. This story isn’t about us; it’s about this past Easter many years later.

 

Do you like routines and schedules? I like them so much I plan carefully so that they won’t go agley, as Robert Burns, the Scottish poet, put it:The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men gang aft agley.” (“To a Mouse”)

People in our church want me, as the children’s Sunday school teacher to put on an Easter egg hunt every year. So I bought the eggs last year. We already had the baskets to gather them into. I got the candy in the last weeks before Easter, but had to go back for more. I spent an hour or two putting candy in the eggs.

The plan was to go out on the playground during adult Sunday school and “hide” the eggs, but when we left the house, a misty rain was falling onto the windshield of the car and my plans began  to go agley so I asked Bill to be praying about what I should do. He surprised me by praying that the rain would stop in time for the hunt. But, still, when could I hide the eggs?

In the middle of praise team practice, I recalled that I hadn’t brought my camera. I didn’t want to miss taking pictures of the beautiful children in their Easter finery, so I asked Bill to go home and get it. I could hide eggs while he was gone.

It had stopped raining by the time praise team practice was over, but three feisty boys were using the playground and I didn’t want to make them go inside. I decided I’d just let them and the two girls who had arrived hide the eggs with me.

The girls and I walked out and I started to get the eggs out of the trunk of the car, but guess where the car was? It was with Bill going home to get the camera. The girls and I went back inside. Church started. We’d have to make do with the kids hiding the eggs during the time they were supposed to be hunting for them. Finally, it was time. By now, we had five girls and three boys. It seemed everyone was having a good time except for Trivona. She’s being reared by an aunt who loves her and who is a capable and efficient person.

“Why do we have to hide our own eggs,” Trivona asked.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” I asked hopefully.

“The Easter egg hunt we went to yesterday was more fun—the children didn’t have to hide their own eggs,” she answered.

“It’s a long story.” I patted her head patronizingly.

She looked up at me with interest in her big brown eyes.

“You don’t want to hear the story do you?”

“Yes I do.”

“Oh, well…” I told it all, the rain, the car.“Is that a good story?” I asked when I finished.

“No,” she said.

“Oh, then I’m sorry I told you,” wishing I hadn’t bored her.

“It was a good story,” she said carefully, “but if you plan better next time, the children won’t have to hide their own eggs.”

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14.

Someday maybe Trivona will read Robert Burns and surely, then, she will understand.

A Memorial Day Tribute

25 May

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

JUDY

Growing up, I only had a small nodding acquaintance with the military. I knew that my Dad had served in World War 1 as a medic, because he refused to carry a weapon. And my Mother worked in accounting at Kirtland AFB in town. She would occasionally bring home some of those young airmen that she worked with. They were usually quite homesick, and she was attached to them. But that was my only connection with the military.

Until I met Fred.

He was in Albuquerque to attend the University of New Mexico (UNM) (a story in itself), but his family was far away in Japan. I learned that his Dad was a military chaplain, and that they had traveled the world.

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About the time Fred and I married and moved to Fort Worth, Texas, his family moved to Bossier City, Louisiana (Barksdale AFB) – near Shreveport – just about a four-hour drive for us. We visited them as often as we could on weekends. That was my first real taste of the military life – staying in their quarters on base.

But it wasn’t until Fred actually went into the Air Force that I came to know about true military life – we began to live it, ourselves. I began to see how dedicated men and women were to serving and protecting their country. I began to see how this country that I love so much could possibly be speaking German – or Japanese – if it weren’t for those who were willing to give their lives for our freedom through both World Wars.

I became fiercely patriotic. And I also became fiercely proud of my husband, his father, my brother, and our father – for the contributions they all made to our freedoms.
When Fred’s Dad died, the military funeral was absolutely breath-taking.

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The flag was folded and presented, with a salute.

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We have that folded flag in a case. It is a constant reminder to us of what the military life means to the men and women of our armed forces. I know that not all military personnel are as dedicated to this country – but I could probably venture a guess that at least 95% of them are willing to give up their lives to protect our freedoms.

Have you ever visited the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington Cemetery in D.C.?

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Seeing it, and the Marine guard, is one of the most moving and emotional experiences for me. I’m so glad that this country honors it’s military as it does. It shows that we still have “heart” and love of country. And I am so grateful that God has allowed me to live in this free country.

May God bless the U.S.A.

 

Psalm 147:7
Sing to the Lord with grateful praise

Hear the Cry?

23 May

kitty with stuffed animal

 

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

 

 

Open your front door –

Just stand there and listen.

Do you hear it?

Believe me, it is there!

 

This time, close your door –

Turn off the television.

Listen to the sounds in your own home.

Hear it? Sure you do — It’s everywhere!

 

To be certain, listen to your own heart.

You hear that?

It’s unmistakable –

It’s coming through loud and clear.

 

“I want to be loved!”

But wait, there’s more!

“And I want to love!”

There’s no need so dear.

 

The world cries out for love that heals,

unites and inspires.

To love and be loved

is a basic need that every soul desires.

 

This is no news to God.

He created us for love.

Our love for God and our neighbor

fulfills the law of God above.

 

Footnote:

“Love is like the 5 loaves and 2 fishes.

It doesn’t start to multiply

until you give it away.”