Iron Jawed Angels

A few years ago I saw the movie “Iron Jawed Angels”.  It is about Alice Paul, Lucy Burns, and other suffragettes that fought for the right for women to vote.  The other day I was thinking about the movie and I decided I wanted to see it again, so I bought it.  Last night, I watched it for the second time.

"Iron Jawed Angels" is one of those movies that makes me stop and think.  Ever since I was 18 and old enough to vote, I have done so.  It is how you let you voice be heard in our democracy.  It’s how I was raised.  Sure, I stop to think about my freedoms on days like the Fourth of July, Memorial Day, and Veterans Day.  Did I know the 19^th Amendment gave women the right to vote?  Sure, I learned that in American history class in high school (and unlike a lot of my peers, I paid attention).  However, until I saw the movie, I hadn’t really given much thought to the fight and struggle it took to get that amendment passed.

The suffragettes endured years of struggle.  It was a fight that began in 1848 with Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Lucretia Mott.  Courageous women continued this fight and passed it on to younger generations until the 19^th Amendment was passed in 1920.  What really struck me in the movie was how these women continued to fight, no matter the cost.  The suffragettes picketed the Wilson Administration for months and were ignored.  However, as the United States entered WWI, the Wilson Administration stopped ignoring the women.  They were arrested and some were jailed.  Alice Paul was among the suffragettes that were jailed.  While in jail she began a hunger strike.  Not wanting to have a martyr on their hands, the jail authorities began to force feed Paul after a few days.

So Dear Reader, you may be wondering why I am tell you this.  I know most of the time I’m either ranting about something that has irked me, or I’m giving some history lesson.  You could say this is both.  We are in an election year.  While I feel it is important to vote in every election (I like to have my voice heard every chance I get), this year has great importance.  We will be electing a President, our Chief Administrator.  We will be electing representatives to go to The House of Representatives (one half of our legislative body; they are elected every two years).  We will be electing 1/3 of our Senators (the other half; they are elected every six years on a rotating basis).  I feel these are major decisions.

As I keep my political opinions mainly to myself, this is not where I begin to campaign for one party or the other.  The only thing I want to do is encourage you to vote.  No, I want to IMPLORE you to vote!  Are you even registered?  If not, get registered today.  There is plenty of time before November (but by no means, don’t put it off).  Too much has been sacrificed for you not to exercise your right.  A revolutionary war was fought to give us freedom from tyranny.  We had to fight a civil war to end slavery and give every citizen, no matter HIS color the right to vote (15^th Amendment).  Women had to continue to fight until 1920 to be granted the right to vote with the 19^th Amendment.  

I now have the right to vote.  In consideration of the cost for this right, I feel it would be a disgrace not to exercise it.  Will you join me on November 6^th and let your voice be heard?  I hope you do.

Until Tomorrow - Melissa

 Alice Paul circa 1901

A Few Random Thoughts To Ponder

Dearest reader, I must apologize.  I feel as of late I just use you to vent.  I feel I must rant again tonight.  I am so frustrated with politics being infused into every part of our lives.  It has long been a pet peeve of mine when famous actors/singers use their position to spout their political views.  Do not get me wrong, I am a FIRM, let me emphasize again, FIRM believer in our First Amendment rights to freedom of speech.  I have been known to defend vile speech I don’t agree with because it is a person’s right to voice it.  However, I do not think it is right to beat us over the head with it.  Are you an actor?  Is your job to act?  Or are you a politician?  Pick one.  Unless your name is Ronald Reagan, I suggest you stick to the former.

That being said, my frustrations are similarly piqued by artists and craftsmen I follow on Facebook and/or Twitter who do the same thing.  I feel like I’ve had a bait and switch pulled.  I followed you because your bio said you blog/tweet about crochet (or whatever it is).  It did not say that you were going to continually thump your political drum…daily.  Multiple times a day.  Once again, please pick one, or at least be up front about it.  I understand there maybe newsworthy events you feel you need to lend your voice to.  I’m cool with that.  Let your opinion fly.  Please just do it once in a while, while keeping your content on point as advertised (I would like to point out that my blog was advertised as RANDOM so haha!  I have cart blanche). 

With that, I would like to give you some insight on how I see the world.  First and foremost, I think history is important.  I think it vital we know and understand was has happened in the past.  One of my favorite quotes is “Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it.” -Edmund Burke (to clarify George Santayana said, "Those who ignore history are bound (or doomed) to repeat it”).  Bottom line – LEARN history.  Heed the lessons already learned.  Be original and make an original mistake!

Secondly – I don’t know about you, but I have enough to say grace over.  I am way too busy running my life to be up in your business.  Similarly, please keep to yourself.  If you don’t have enough to do and you are tempted to dabble in my life, get a hobby.  I would like to clarify that I feel it is also our responsibility to take care of our neighbor.  I define our neighbor as the person near us.

Let me give you an example.  Not long ago I was in a mall department store.  When I’m dealing with “new” stuff (aka boring stuff), I’m on a mission.  I am there for what I need and I’m outta there (antique stores, DSW, and Hobby Lobby are completely different stories).  I was on point and headed toward the objective. As I passed a rack of clothing I saw a small child whimpering and looking distraught.  I could have walked on by and minded my own business.  However, I knew this child was in distress, so I stopped and asked her if she was okay.  I got a sobbed “No, I can’t find my mom."  We’ve all been there.  One moment Mom is there in the store, next minute she’s gone, which then causes us to panic.  So I introduced myself to the child, asked for her name and what her mother looked like.  I had a height advantage and thought maybe I could spot her over the rack of clothing.

No such luck.  Time for plan B.  An employee with an intercom was needed.  I asked the little girl to take my hand and told her we were going to get an employee to help us locate her mother.  Long story short, just as the enlisted employee is about to make the announcement, I heard the little girl’s name being called and saw a panicked mother walking down the aisle.  I got her attention and mother and child were reunited.  

Was helping this child a big deal?  No.  I was simply helping my “neighbor”, lending a hand to someone close by in need.  Was this a situation to call the police (i.e. involve the government)?  No.  This was a situation that could be quickly resolved with some common sense.  Did I admonish the mother for doing such a poor job as a mother for losing her child?  No, it happens to the best of us.

If you’ve stayed with me so far, you know I’m gearing up for a point (okay points…I warned you, this is random, but trust me…these are all connected).  Here it is: 

1 - Freedom of Speech is important, but politics doesn’t have to be in everything you do.  Do tell me what you are an expert in.  I follow you for a reason.  

2 - Mind your own business.  We don’t need the government to regulate everything.  We are all adults (some of us just need to start acting like it).  We can all be responsible human beings and look out for our neighbor WHEN they need help.

I will close this blog and get off my soap box with a quote from our jelly bean lovin’ former President, Ronald Reagan.  “Government's first duty is to protect the people, not run their lives.”

Until tomorrow - Melissa

Do You Know Who Willa Cather Is?

If you follow my blog (and Mom and Sarah – I do thank you for being loyal readers…) you know I LOVE books.  I love to read books and if the book happens to be antique, it is even better (feel free to catch up with http://melissa-randomthoughtsfrommelissa.blogspot.com/2012/01/cant-save-them-all.html).  Today I would like to pose a question to you: Do you know who Willa Cather is?

Before you scramble to Wikipedia, let me save you the trouble (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willa_Cather).  I would wager that unless you are 1: From Nebraska 2: An American literature PhD, or 3: A rabid reader like myself, you probably have no idea.  Willa Cather, if you have not surmised by now, is an American author from Nebraska.  She wrote in the early 20^th Century about life during the late 19^th and early 20^th Centuries on the plains.  Some of her most well-known works are My Antonia and O Pioneers.

I realize that her subject matter might be kind of a bore to most people.  I enjoy her books and recommend them.  However, you should realize I love antiques, I love history, I think the Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger is AWESOME, and I can’t get enough of “Downton Abbey”.  Now you know how I roll.  Even if you don’t read Miss Cather’s books, you should get to know her.  

I first learned about Willa Cather in elementary school, which I attended in Nebraska.  Nebraska has so few “celebrities” that its few well-known people are taught in school (at least they were in the early 80’s).  In the late 80’s my father took a job in upstate New York.  We all know school children like to tease what is different, and I was labeled as a “Cornhusker” for the rest of my school days.  I wore this badge with pride.  Nebraska is known as the “Good Life”.  There is a reason for this:  It’s a well-kept secret how awesome Nebraska really is.

In the 10^th or 11^th grade, I had an English assignment to read two books by an American author and write a report on said author.  Ah-ha!  Yet another way to wear my Cornhusker badge with honor.  I decided to do a report on Willa Cather.  I must admit, at this point all I really knew was that she had written some books and was from Nebraska.  Good enough for me.

Let me tell you, that research was eye opening and mind blowing.  I’ve always had a high opinion of women.  I believe this was shaped by the independent women in my family.  I soon learned Willa Cather was a woman to be admired.  Let me tell you why:

·         In 1894 Willa graduated from the University of Nebraska – Lincoln with a B.A. in English.  I have read she was admitted to the University under her alias of William.  In a time when the societal expectation for women was to marry and have children, Willa bucked the system and went to a University and received her degree.  With this achievement alone, she deserves rock star status (in my humble opinion).

·         During her time at UNL, she is known to have worn her hair short, once again bucking the system.  This was 30 years ahead of the short flapper cuts seen in the 1920’s.

·         Willa never married.  There is academic disagreement as to why (Was she a lesbian?  Was she an independent woman?).  I personally don’t care why.  I admire her for having the courage to stand on her own and make her own way in the world when few women did.

·         Willa made her own career as a writer and became a published novelist.

I find what Willa Cather did with her life to be admirable.  One must keep in mind she did these things in a time when Women’s Suffrage had yet to be granted by the 19^th Amendment (1920) and decades ahead of the Women’s Rights/Equality movements of the 1960’s and 1970’s.  I think it took a very strong, independent spirit to achieve what Willa Cather did in her time.  For this spirit of independence, I admire her.

Until Tomorrow - Melissa

Thank You Is Not Enough

Please take a moment to look at the picture below.  Really take a good look.  Meditate on it a moment.

I ran across this image on Pinterest today and I was overcome with emotion.  It made me stop in my tracks.  I owe this American so much.  She serves our country, guards our freedom, and does this away from her child.  I’m not a mom (unless you count my pets, which I do), so I cannot IMAGINE what it must be like for her to be separated from her child (and the rest of her family for that matter) for months at a time.

The picture that has inspired today’s post is a representation of America’s finest and bravest.  Every single one of our soldiers is special to someone, whether it be a son or daughter, husband or wife, mother or father, sister or brother.  Not only do our military members serve our great nation, but so do their families.  While they may not be on the front lines, these family members may actually have a harder job.  They have to sit at home and wait.  And wonder…hope and pray…worry and ponder.  I cannot imagine what it must be like to have that knot of anxiety in the pit of one’s stomach, for months at a time until their loved one is home safe again.

To our brave men and women in our armed services, I thank you for your service.  I thank you for your willingness and selflessness to protect my freedom with your life.  While we sit at home and whine and cry about the economy, politicians, or whose fault it is, you silently stand your post.  I can never repay you.  You are a patriot in EVERY sense of the word.

To the families, I thank you for supporting your soldier.  I thank you for sharing them with our nation and allowing them to protect our freedoms.  I can continue to formulate eloquent ways to thank you all night long…but somehow “thank you” just doesn’t seem to be enough.

Until Tomorrow

Melissa

Stop English Abuse

Dear Reader, Please indulge me as I must take a few moments to rant.  I have had it up to here (and since this is the internet, I will tell you I’m 5’5” and up to “here” is about that high) with the abuse of the English language.  I have absolutely had it!

I am so sick and tired of seeing Facebook posts that require a secret decoder to be able to read.  Example:  gettin offline now, goin to bed, busy day tom wit tha ….  Do you not know how to type the last letter of a word? Does it really take that much more effort to type a “G”, a “G”, a “H”, and a “T”?  Are you so busy you need to skip those four letters?  Or are you just that lazy?

Now, before everyone gets their knickers in a twist I just want to clarify a couple of things.  One – I get that Twitter is 140 characters or less, ergo (and yes, I just used ergo, don’t make me break out vis a vis) it is sometimes required to be clever and type shortcuts to get your point across.  Two – In the world of texting I also understand it is quicker to use short cuts.

I am not complaining about either of these formats.  I am complaining about Facebook, a format where you have more characters and a keyboard (and if you are posting from your phone, it’s a smart phone and has a keyboard).

I would also like to point out the fact that this blatant butchery of the English language is not restricted to Facebook.  This epidemic has spread into academia.  My husband is a high school science teacher.  To protect the morons he teaches, we shall call his high school Ghetto High.   He teaches seniors at Ghetto High.  These young minds are about to enter the real world and I shudder at the though, be legally given the right to vote.  I see the papers he grades.  The “English” these kids use is horrid, atrocious, and cringe-worthy.  It’s the grading equivalent of mixing “Horders: Buried Alive” with the train wreck that is “Wife Swap”.  If my husband graded on spelling or grammar, no one would pass.   I feel bad for him.  He deals with these jackwagons (thank you R. Lee Ermey) day in and day out.  Every time I get a glance at these grading gems, my IQ drops 10 points.  No wonder some of his coworkers have to take Xanax to get through the day.  But I digress…

This abuse of the English language must stop.  Please join with me and pledge to write complete and comprehensible sentences.  Sentences that use ALL the letters that were intended to be there (This, children, is called SPELLING).  Sentences that have nouns, verbs and, if needed, pronouns, adjectives and adverbs.  Sentences that make you sound like an educated human being, not a hairy ape that escaped from the zoo.

Whew.  Thank you for letting me vent.

C U L8R (Tee-Hee) - Melissa

You know what makes me sad?  You do ya Jackwagon!

 

Today Is What Matters.

A couple of days ago while on twitter I ran across a quote that really spoke to me.  Tonight I will share it with you.

"In the end, what we regret most are the chances we never took." - Frasier Crane

I’m a planner.  I was always planning something.  Something in the future.  It might be redoing a room in our house (I am desperately trying to make a 1983 suburban house look like a Victorian.  Hardy Har Har, Lowes is laughing all the way to the bank), or what jewelry skill I may work on next, or some future jewelry design.  It was always something.  This constant future planning made it so I was always living in tomorrow, not today.

But then I got sick.  My world changed.  At first I was still living in the future, but only looking forward to the next diagnostic test or next doctors appointment that might give me an answer.  At somepoint I realized that the answer to my medical mystery was not going to be readily available.  My focus then shifted to just getting through each day.  I could not bear to think about tomorrow, today was more than I could say grace over.

While I still do not like them limitations my illness has placed on me (I get very tired after little effort), I have come to accept them.  I have also figured out how to modify my life to get the most out of it.  From the standpoint of running of my business, this works out quite well.  However…I’m not satisfied with that.

I’ve also decided I’m going to live my life the way I want to.  I am going to do what makes me happy.  I love steampunk.  I’ve recently bought some Victorian/steampunk type hats.  I like to wear them.  So I will wear them to run errands.  Sure, I get stairs from strangers, but I no longer care.  I’m wearing what makes happy.  I do hope my outfit choices are classy enough not to land me on one of the people of Wal-Mart sites.  I guess if I do, so what.

I’ve also decided that working to the detriment of my friends and family is no longer acceptable.  I’m going to take time for the people I love.  I recently made a trip to my parents in upstate NY.  Soon I hope to visit my brother in North Carolina.  He’s been asking me to visit for awhile.  After that, who knows.

From here on out I am going to squeeze as much happiness and I can from each day.  I am going to look at the glass as being half full.  I am going to stop and smell the roses, when they bloom of course.  I am going to find the best in people and celebrate it.

I just hope I have figured it out in time.  I want to make sure in the end, I arrive laughing and cheering and say, Whoa!  Whatta ride!  It sure was fun.  And I want to make sure there isn’t a single regret.

Until Tomorrow - Melissa

A Wild and Crazy Idea

I recently started to focus on my jewelry business full time (enter shameless plug… http://www.etsy.com/shop/chrysalisjewelrytx ) and I have a found so much support and help from the on line communities of Etsy, Twitter and Facebook.  It’s like this giant high five and hug all in one.  I have told so many people how awesome it is to have so much support and encouragement.

Tonight as I was seeing who I owed on twitter (shameless plug two @melissacreamer ), I was thinking to myself how great and positive twitter is.  However, it occurred to me, my experience is positive because I stay completely out of politics.  I feel as a business owner, I need to stay clear of voicing my opinion.  I do not want alienate possible customers.

Just for the record and full disclosure I would like to state that I am a conservative/libertarian that votes republican.  Before you stop reading my blog (leaving my mother as my only fan) and calling me a bunch of names, please hear me out.

What would happen if we all encouraged each other?  What would happen if we would see each other as fellow Americans…or heck...even humans?  What would happen instead of instantly attacking and insulting, we listened to the other’s position?  What would happen if we all understood a good compromise is where NO ONE is happy with the outcome, but it’s the best solution because it’s balanced?  What would happen if we turn off all the talking heads on the 24 news cycle and talked to each other?

I don’t have a crystal ball, so I can not tell you what would happen.  Wouldn’t it be fun to try?

Just a thought…they are after all RANDOM on this blog.

Until tomorrow - Melissa