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Easter Blessings…

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Folks, it’s Easter. I usually try to write something, anything about the huge observance of Jesus Christ’s resurrection and assumption into Heaven as it’s one of the most interesting stories ever told.

I mean, really. Think about it. The Deity sent Jesus, the Deity’s child, to save the world. Jesus’s path was not easy. He was betrayed by one of his best friends and apostles, Judas. His death was treated as a type of spectator sport, and he died in agony. He really didn’t know why the Deity had seemingly forsaken him, and he had no idea of what his destiny truly was.

Why was this? I think it’s because life ground Jesus down somewhat. Jesus came into this world knowing he was special. His parents traveled to save his life, and his titular father, Joseph, was not Jesus’s actual father. Mary, Jesus’s mother, had been impregnated by the Deity, and was still virginal; she married Joseph, who by accounts was a kindly older man, to have some protection and some status while she carried the son of God/Deity.

So, you are told your whole life that you’re special. There were Wise Men who blessed your birth and gave your parents unusual and very expensive gifts. (Think about how difficult it was to get or pay for stuff like frankincense and myrrh back then. I don’t think it was something that just grew and could be harvested anywhere.) Your parents had more children, yet Joseph knew you were no part of him genetically…he was more like a foster Dad, or a Stepdad, and all of Joseph and Mary’s other children were Jesus’s half-sibs. Then he was trained by various scholars and legalists, something his half-sibs did not get and probably did not want. His rise was seen as almost assured.

Then, Jesus took up carpentry. This probably wasn’t what anyone had expected of him. He was not a rabbi at that point. He was instead a hard-working man, but at most he was probably lower-middle class as we see it today. He worked hard, he probably drank with his buddies, he may well have looked at women (he always liked women and did not look down on anyone who did what she did to survive, including prostitutes), and lived as close to a normal life as was possible.

Then Jesus was reminded of his special nature, and started to walk among people as a prophet of sorts. He gathered allies, many of whom were men; they gave up all their worldly possessions to follow him and help others.

Think about this for a moment. Our analogue for this would be something like hippies. Well-meaning, granola-crunching hippies. They wanted to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, treat the sick and comfort the elderly. Rabbis already did some of these things, but they weren’t doing enough and Jesus and his followers knew it.

Consider that, the next time you wonder why people didn’t listen to Jesus from the first.

Following what Jesus taught is not easy. Writer G.K. Chesterton once said something along the lines of “Christianity is the best religion that’s never been tried,” and there’s a lot of truth in that. Most of us are going to fall short in our observance of helping to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, treat the sick and comfort the elderly. The modern world — no matter what age we’re in — makes it tougher to have deep and meaningful relationships with people, and without such relationships, we as human beings tend to founder.

Anyway, it is Easter. If you are alive to read this, you are blessed.

If you want to help someone today, I think Jesus would like that. I also think that if it’s possible, you should pray for the Palestinians starving in Gaza, pray for the Ukrainians as they continue to fight a huge war against Mother Russia and Vladimir Putin, and do what you can to help those in your communities live better, healthier, and happier lives.

At bare minimum, though, remember this: Jesus said to love one another as he loved us.

This world needs a lot more of such selfless love, so try to give some today.

This Just In: Studebaker’s Gas Station Is a Wonderful Place…

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Folks, in July of 2022, I wrote a blog called “A Requiem for Willkomm’s Mobil” about how my favorite place in Racine County, the Willkomm’s drive-thru gas station on Washington Avenue in Racine had closed. I was very frustrated, because I’d written to the owner and told him exactly what I thought: that the Willkomm’s had friendly people who remembered what I ordered and would go the extra mile, and who never treated me — a disabled woman — as anything other than a good human being.

Well, I have news.

In late January of this year — 2024 — I found out that Studebaker’s Mobil was coming to North Green Bay Road in Racine. This turned out to be true, and it’s been open since that time. The actual address is 1215 North Green Bay Road, Racine, WI, 53406. Studebaker’s is run by the same people who ran my favorite Willkomm’s, and it also features a drive-thru where it’s possible to get anything you’d normally find in a gas station through that same drive-thru.

I vowed to patronize it just as soon as I could. This wasn’t easy, as at the time there were some members of my family who were not feeling well. I was doing what I could to help in that regard, even though most of what I could do were small things…nevertheless, once they got better, I did indeed go to Studebaker’s.

I loved it.

The same people work there who worked at the Willkomm’s, along with a few new people I don’t know. They’re all friendly, knowledgeable (one of the clerks, Nick, remembered that I always liked a large diet Pepsi fountain drink, and brought me one right away the first time it was available; yes, I paid for it, but I didn’t ask for it), and very good people. There’s a large variety of soft drinks, liquor of most sorts (including some craft beer selections; I got one called “Dragon Milk” for my good friend Lika and her family as a late birthday present, and she said she enjoyed it), various types of foodstuffs like milk, bread, Snickers bars (I do love those, probably more than I should!), and much more.

I enjoy Studebaker’s gas station very much. (If they had a website up, I’d link to it, but they don’t as of yet.) As I said, they are extremely good people, friendly, knowledgeable, will remember you and will do their utmost to serve and help you in whatever ways they possibly can.

I’m very glad to let the readers of my blog know about Studebaker’s, even though I know most of my long-term readers don’t live in Wisconsin at all, much less Racine. But if you do ever come here, I hope that Studebaker’s will still be open so you can get a taste of what Wisconsin hospitality is all about.

Edited to add: Studebaker’s, like my old favorite Wilkomm store that closed in June of 2022, is the only drive-thru of its type in all of Racine County. It is an especially fine place to go if you are disabled because you do not have to get out of the car. (They will even pump your gas for you. How cool is that?)

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March 19, 2024 at 7:15 am

Grief, and Nothing More’s Song “Fade In, Fade Out”

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Folks, most of you know if you’ve followed my blog for any length of time that I am grieving my father’s passing last October at the age of eighty-six. Because of that, and because I am a musician anyway (always will be), I have been listening to songs differently.

One such song is Nothing More’s “Fade In, Fade Out.” (Link to main YouTube video is here.) It discusses, explicitly, the link between fathers and sons, so it’s not too much of a stretch to consider this dialogue from a father to a daughter as well.

“But why this song,” you ask? “And who is Nothing More?”

First, I’ll answer the second question. Nothing More is a rock group from the American Southwest. They skew more toward metal than anything, but they have various influences on their music. Their lead singer, Jonny Hawkins, started as their drummer/percussionist, but realized he needed to front the band instead. Their music has a lot of life, and speaks to many different emotions and states of being.

As to why this particular song? Because of some of the lyrics, combined with the power of the music, just speak to me in a way that I can’t quite understand, except by listening to this song, crying somewhat, and then listening to it again.

The song starts out with a grown son realizing his father has grown old. They speak, almost as if it’s their final conversation; the son listens as his father says (from lyrics):

Son, I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down

The father continues, telling his son to follow his heart, to never settle, to hold his head up, and to never run away from change. (If you look at the lyrics, which I found here, you’ll realize I’m telling this out of order. That’s OK. This is how it speaks to me.)

These next lyrics are essential to understanding “Fade In, Fade Out,” as far as I’m concerned:

(From a bit later in song)

When the morning comes and takes me
I promise I have taught you everything that you need
In the night you’ll dream of so many things
But find the ones that bring you life and you’ll find me

That’s where you’ll find me (repeated several times until the end)

The song ends on a huge crescendo, as another child is born, this to the son.**

To my mind, though, what matters most is the line about “find the (things) that bring you life, and you’ll find me.” The reason this matters so much to me is, the passions I, myself, have, are partly because of the passions my parents had. Dad loved music; so does my mother. Both of my parents were inveterate readers (and Mom still is); so am I, though I read some different things than they did (and Mom still does). The learning I took in, regarding morality and ethics and what’s truly important in life, I also took in from family influences.

So, the things that bring me life are music, words, and important relationships with friends and family. (My friends are my family, too. Just in a slightly different way. But I digress.)

Anyway, symbolically in this song, the son ends up with a child. I have no children, unless you count the workings of my mind and heart, as Michael and I were not blessed with any. (He was worth everything, though, and still is. You’ll know this if you read my blog for any length of time.) But overall, the point still matters: the oldest among us die, to make way for the new, but there is continuity between one generation and another.

In that sense, my father’s mother (who died when he was only eleven) has lived on, through him. In that sense, my maternal grandfather, who died when I was seven, has lived on, too (among others). Even though they couldn’t teach us directly, they did teach and impart values and such to my father and mother, who passed them on to me and my sibs.

So, in the parlance of “Fade in, Fade Out,” Dad watched me as I grew older (thus, faded in). He grew old and passed away (thus, faded out). But I haven’t forgotten what he taught me, the good, the bad, and the indifferent…and I never will.

What songs have mattered to you most, especially when you’ve been grieving? (All of us grieve something, mind you. That’s the parable Gautama Buddha gave, in a perhaps apocryphal story, when he sent a woman looking for someone without grief around the world. She couldn’t find anyone.) Tell me about ’em in the comments…and hey, if there are any other Nothing More fans out there, chime in, too. (That group deserves wider fame, methinks.)

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**There’s an acoustic version of “Fade In, Fade Out” available here that’s also well worth listening to…then again, anything Nothing More does is worth it, and I can say that about very few bands. (Disturbed, Nothing More, Linkin Park…that’s about it. I’d add a few earlier bands and singers to that, such as Phil Collins with and without Genesis, and Styx with Dennis DeYoung.)

Sunday Mourning

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Folks, we’ve had a couple of tragedies in Wisconsin in recent weeks that have deeply affected me. Because of that, and because it’s Sunday, I wanted to discuss them in the hopes that someone out there has some ideas as to comfort those who remain.

First, a young couple from Racine County, Gina and Emerson Weingart, died at Gina’s workplace, the Sports Page Barr in Elkhorn. They were killed on February 1, 2024, just after midnight. Gina worked for Wisconsin Vision during the day and bartended at night; her husband was a meat manager at a grocery store in Mukwanago. He was there to protect her…and perhaps he did, as he died along with her.

The suspect in the shooting is a fifty-seven-year-old convicted felon. (As is my wont, I am not going to name this man. He’s gotten enough publicity already.) He shouldn’t have had a gun. He did. He shot them to death. And he ran…but was caught.

This individual now has pled not guilty to this crime, but his reasoning is ridiculous. According to the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel (behind a paywall so I can’t link to it), this man said he only shot Gina Weingart when she tried to take the gun away from him. He said, again according to the Journal-Sentinel, that he took the money out of the cash register and only then shot Emerson Weingart. He clumsily tried to dispose of the weapon, and went straight home…and the police found him, very quickly.

I realize we’re all presumed innocent until proven guilty. But this man’s explanation of why he killed two young lovers makes no sense.

Mr. and Mrs. Weingart married in June of 2023. It sounds like, to me at least, that they waited until Covid died down so they could celebrate their wedding with their families.

So. They were newlyweds. Deeply in love. Working hard, as people do when they’re able. She had two jobs. He had one that was tough, as being a meat manager is no sinecure. Their whole lives were in front of them.

This suspect, who I remind you all was a convicted felon, snuffed out their lives for no reason at all.

In case anyone out there is thinking, “Well, a good man with a gun could’ve killed that guy,” please spare me. We have too many guns in this country already if a convicted felon can get one and do this, all right? Besides, my heart is sore for these people and their loved ones. They should both be alive today, enjoying themselves, and appreciating their life together. That they’re not is a crime whether this guy gets convicted or not.

If you want to help with final expenses for the Weingarts, there is a GoFundMe set up. They have raised $15K. Now, that probably did cover most of the expenses…but considering how people have donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to people who mostly don’t need it in the past (such as Mary Lou Retton, or even though I approved of it, Damar Hamlin after his near-death experience on the football field), I’d like to see more help for this couple if at all possible.

Now to the second tragedy. There was an awful crash in Clark County (rural Wisconsin) between a semi truck and a bus. Nine people died. One person, a two-year-old child, lived. We don’t know the names of everyone yet, but apparently seven of them were from a small town, Burke’s Garden, in Virginia. They were Amish. There is also a GoFundMe set up for these victims, which makes sense when you consider that the Amish do not in general buy life insurance nor do they have much in the way of health insurance either.

Both of these tragedies have deeply upset me. First, the young couple…my goodness, why did this even happen? Second, the Amish minding their own business on the bus…this particular place in Clark County, apparently, is known for being a deceptive intersection where many accidents happen (this according to a few news reports I’ve seen on television and heard on the radio). The semi was on one road; the bus was on another, it intersected, they hit each other, and all but one person died. (One of the folks that died on the bus was a six-month-old child.) As I said before, a two-year-old lived; his grandparents found a way to get to him (as they are Amish, it sounds like, as well) in order to take care of him as every single last other member of his family along for that trip died.

The Amish certainly believe in the Higher Power, known as male and monotheistic, and believe everything happens for a reason. Yet it seems utterly absurd to believe that a two-year-old was supposed to be left alone after the rest of his immediate family has died. How is that cosmic justice?

Both of the Weingarts believed in God, too. Gina was raised Catholic. Her husband was a member of an evangelical Lutheran church. (Both of them had a joint obituary, seen here.) They were doing the right things in the best of ways, it sounds like; they were considerate people, caring people, and honest people. They were the type of folks who would give you the shirts off their backs if you needed it…and their lives were snuffed out by someone who seems completely unworthy of the sobriquet “human being.”

Too many people forget those who’ve died, who’ve predeceased them, especially when they die by accident (as in the Clark County traffic accident) or have died on the job (as happened to Gina Weingart and her husband, Emerson Weingart). I refuse to be among those who have forgotten, already, the victims of these senseless tragedies.

I don’t know why terrible things happen. I wish I did.

All I do know is that I mourn for them all, but most especially Gina and Emerson Weingart. They should be alive today, and that they aren’t sickens me.

A 12-Year Widower Discusses His Life and Grief

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I thought this blog was well-written, timely, and might be of interest to at least some of my readers and friends. (Often one and the same, but I digress.)

His path is not the same as my path, but I honor what he’s done and what he continues to do. He has found love again, bless him…but that does not at all mean he’s forgotten his late wife, and it does not at all mean that he’s happy-happy joy-joy all the time.

This is a lengthy blog, but a worthy one. I really hope at least some of you will consider reading it all the way to the end.

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March 5, 2024 at 1:18 am

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Sunday Reflection

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In the past few weeks, I was reminded — forcibly — that life is incredibly short.

There is a Biblical quote that comes to mind about such times. It’s from Psalm 90, verse 12. “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”

It seems to me that too many people in this world forget both parts of that equation. Time is very short, so we have to work hard to find wisdom as our days are numbered and we have no idea when the end will come.

I try to find wisdom, teachings, and purpose wherever I can, partly because I know how short time is. (Ask anyone widowed young, and they’ll agree with me.) The other part is, I’ve always tried to find common ground with other people whenever possible, in the hopes that light can shine not only in my life, but in someone else’s life, too.

There are many things I’d do differently, if I had more energy, health, financial security, and overall stability. But seeking out purpose and wisdom would not be one of them.

As the ancient proverb says, “Time and tide wait for no man.” Please remember that, and don’t put off until tomorrow what you could do today to make someone’s life a little better.