Monday, November 24, 2008

Wigwam Village

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
Rose the firs with cones upon them;
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.

The above lines are from the poem Hiawatha, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. My dad used to recite it to me as a child. This weekend, David and I spent the night in the wigwam of Nokomis, at Wigwam Village in Cave City, Kentucky. Well, actually it may not have been the wigwam of Nokomis, but it surely was a wigwam.

We had been by the Wigwam Village motel in Cave City several times in our married life. I even knew a woman who had stayed in the motel, when she went to Bowling Green to visit her son at Western Kentucky University. We had sometimes talked about staying there, but it seemed the occasion had never arisen.

Last weekend, we arranged to meet our children, Ann and Daniel, halfway between our home in Kentucky and theirs in central Tennessee. We decided Bowling Green might be a good meeting place, and David suggested we book a wigwam. What the heck, I thought, why not!

It was after dark when we got to Cave City, and for a while we were afraid we wouldn't find the motel, but we did. It was probably also the coldest day of this winter to date. You of the far north who read this don't know Kentucky cold, and you from the south haven't experienced it recently enough to appreciate how cold it was last Friday night--dropping down to the 20's, at least, and maybe even lower.

The office at the motel was closed when we got there. Folks had to register at the owner's home. He met us at the door wearing a coat and gloves. I went inside to sign paperwork and found his home very well heated, despite his winter get-up and his little daughter sitting curled up under a blanket on their couch. We got the key to our unit and went to explore.

When we entered our wigwam, it was cold. Bone-chilling cold. There was a big steam radiator in the room, but apparently it hadn't functioned recently. Instead, the interior of the wigwam was heated with a 1-foot square space heater. The thermostat was set at 58, and I don't believe it got much over it all night--sometimes I doubt that it ever had been there. We had a double bed, one chair, a small table, some open shelving, a small bathroom, and a television. That was it. Not even two chairs, not even a Gideon Bible. Slightly underfurnished, in my opinion.

Let me tell you something you probably already know. Linoleum floors get COLD in the winter. Did I mention there was no carpet? Let me tell you something else. Commode seats in unheated bathrooms are cold, too! Neither of us even wanted to think about taking all our clothes off to take a shower, so I have no idea if there was hot water.

After taking a look around the room and checking out the television--yes, there was cable! Thank goodness!--we went out to find batteries for the remote and to warm up with ice cream at the Dairy Queen down the street. Then we came back to the room, got every blanket we could find and piled them on the bed, put on our long flannels and hopped in. We didn't get out again until the next morning, when the sun woke us up. No alarm clock, no telephone, but we weren't sleeping soundly enough in that cold room to stay in bed very long.

With the exception of the lack of heat and sparsity of furniture, it wasn't a bad stay. I would go there again, especially with children. There is a certain charm to sleeping in one of those little round rooms. I would want to go when it was a little warmer outside, though--like at least in the 70's!

If you go to Wigwam Village, ask for Unit 13. I know there are batteries in the remote--David duck-taped them in before we left. Don't look for a refrigerator, but your drinks will stay cold without one--they'll chill well enough on the floor. And watch your head when you go to the bathroom--David whopped his at least once!

Love to all, and God bless.

Monday, November 17, 2008

More prayer requests

Ya know, maybe I ought to start a blog with just our prayer requests on it!

Both of these requests are for my "children". These two folks, though not born to me, are so dear to me that I consider them my own. I hope that you are blessed with folks like that in your lives, too.

The first is Jenn, our third daughter. Jenn has her own blog, and she has posted information about her situation there. Jenn and her family are in need of prayer right now for a number of reasons. Please pray for them.

The second is Chao (Sam), my second son. Chao is a nurse in Lexington. He has been our friend for at least four years, and I have "adopted" him, since his family is in China. Chao and his wife, Ting, have a precious little boy, Alex. Alex is four years old and has been diagnosed with autism. Currently Alex is living in China with his grandparents in order to attend a special training program there. Chao is living in Lexington, and Ting, his wife, is living in Montana, where she is doing medical research. Chao just got back recently from a visit to see Ting. They "visit" regularly with Alex on the computer--thank God for things like Skype!

Chao just learned that Alex has pneumonia. His immune system is extremely weakened, and they don't know why. The medication they are giving him to treat the pneumonia is making him sick to his stomach--just not a good situation in any way. Chao is very worried about his precious son. He told me he would be willing to give his whole immune system to Alex, if it would make him well, and knowing how Chao feels about Alex, I know he would do it.

Please pray that Alex will be healed, that this family can be reunited, and pray for Chao's parents in China, Rue and her husband, who are taking care of precious BaBa so far away from his parents.

I am thanking you in advance, as I know you are folks who know the power of prayer. Love to all, and God bless.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Prayer requests

Hi, folks. You all know that I believe very strongly in the power of prayer. Today I have two specific requests, and I would appreciate your prayers for these two items.

The first request is for the healing of my cousin, Libby. Libby is the closest member of my family to me right now. She lived with our family for a couple of years when I was little, until her marriage (when I was eight or so), and then lived near us for several years after that. Since then, she has been a very important person in my life. She was (and is) my go-to person, the first one I call when things are rocky in my life. She is a devout Christian, one of the most welcoming people I know. She has opened her home to my family and friends on many occasions. We are always invited to her house for the holidays--any of the holidays, from Christmas to the 4th of July.

Right now, Libby is in Baptist East in Louisville with an undiagnosed digestive ailment. She was in ICU for a day or two, but has been upgraded to a regular room while they do testing to see what is wrong with her. My specific request is that they find the cause of her inability to digest food (and that they are able to treat it!). Please pray for Libby, her precious husband, Dexter, and the rest of their family (six children, numerous in-laws, grandchildren, and a great-grandchild).

My second request is for Daniel and Annie (my son-in-law and daughter) as he attempts to gather the paperwork necessary to apply for his permanent green card. We consider Daniel a very special part of our family, and we want him to be able to stay near us in this country for as long as he wants to do that.

Thank you in advance for your prayers! Love to all, and God bless.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

He LIKED it! Yay, Kenny!

Some of you may know the commercial starring little Mikey, who would eat anything. That's the reference in the title, although it has nothing to do with eating.

I have a friend named Kenny who has an artificial eye. I have known Kenny for years, and I didn't know this about him until this summer. Most of my loyal readers know I work at the hospital as a "pink lady" four or five days a month. The last day I worked, the day before Halloween, the hospital gift shop was selling all their Halloween stuff half-price. I had a look at the junk and found one item I really liked. It had been a hot seller, and there were only two left in stock. The woman running the shop said the kids really liked this particular item. I bought one, intending to give it to one of my sons-in-law (which I did).

I took it back to the front desk and showed it to the lady I was working with. She laughed at it and asked me who I was going to give it to. I told her--she thought that was pretty cute. As I sat there, I thought and thought about the poor leftover item back in the store and decided I had to have it too. When I told her what I was intending to do with it, she said, "You wouldn't."

Well, tonight when we were at church, David asked me, "Don't you have something for Kenny?" I sent him back out to the car to retrieve the item. He came back in and handed it to me. I went over to Kenny and said, "I have something for you--you might be able to use it sometime." He took one look in the bag and laughed and laughed.

Okay, so you're wondering--or maybe you're smart enough to figure out already--what was in the bag. A sticky, gooky artificial eye.

Kenny's wife came up then and shared this story with us. Another man who attends our church also has a glass eye. He had been a basketball coach for a good portion of his adult life. One night, he felt the refereeing of the game had been pretty biased against his team. Towards the end of the game after one particularly bad call, he walked out onto the court, plucked out his false eye, and handed it to the ref. "Here. You need this worse than I do." Then he walked off the court.

Love to all, and God bless.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

I finally voted for a winner!

It's been years since it happened--I used to say that the one way you could be assured your candidate would LOSE the election was to get me to vote for him/her. I was a lot like the character in Doonesbury who would go into the voting booth, and you would hear the sound of a flushing commode. That's me--I kept flushing my vote. Folks, I even voted for Ross PirRow!

But THIS year, we all got it right. Not just me, but America! I loved reading Mrs. All Roro's comments about the election. It's great to know that born-again Christian evangelicals weren't ALL swept up in the McCain/Palin madness, that I wasn't the only one who believed in Obama.

Congratulations to all of you who voted--as our friend in LaGrange used to say, "You done good!" Love to all, and God bless.