Memories of Camelot

It was a day, more than 50 years ago, frozen in memories, at least for those of us old enough to now remember.   I was 15 at the time and mesmerized by every facet of the Kennedy “magic.”  In school, we ran our own presidential elections, actively campaigning throughout the student body of our junior high school.  Such excitement and involvement in politics for hundreds of awkward teens in a hurry to grow up and head, full force, into life.

Most girls wanted to be like Jackie Kennedy; everything she wore seemed perfect.  We copied her hairstyles, teasing hair into similar bouffant/bob-shapes with the little upward curve on one or both sides along with indecent amounts of Aqua-Net to keep it all in place.
                  
                                 
We sat glued to our televisions watching every moment of the Inaugural Ball in January of 1961, enjoying the pomp and circumstance of the event, eager to catch every glimpse of Jackie in her elegant designer gown. 
                                                                               
                                                               
Throughout the years, public fascination with her never ended; she personified elegance and dignity through many personal tragedies.  Everyone who remembers, who followed her every footstep, would agree that Jackie Kennedy Onassis will forever be a style icon for the ages as well as the most glamorous first lady in history.
                                               
                                                                               
It was…Camelot.  A love story which ended all too soon on Friday, November 22nd, 1963, then…. simply disappeared into history.
                                     
                                  
“And so, my fellow Americans; ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”
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My front door…it’s open, please come on in

Ignore the Nobody gets in to see the Wizard sign; sarcasm can be found even in my decorating schemes.  Inside, I’m doing my usual, yearly complaining.  I hate putting away Christmas decorations, hate it, hate it, HATE IT!

I pause to take a deep breath and think calming thoughts of warm summer days, beaches, country fairs, butterflies and flowers in the garden…Deer!… trampling and eating all of said flowers…sigh…better think about something else.

Allrighty…I am my own worst enemy regarding Christmas.  I push the limits with decorating, shopping and cooking; doesn’t make me public enemy # 528 but…that’s how I feel at this very moment.  Why?  I’ll tell you why…I collect….Snowmen.  Yup….at last rough count, the white, bulbous cheery little bundles of snow joy approach the magic number of almost 900, give or take a few dozen.

                                                            
How did it all start? 

Well, many years ago, while doing some holiday shopping, I noticed a sad ceramic snowman, broken and shoved to the back of a display.  It was a one-of-a-kind with a broken, snowy arm and minus its carrot-nose; a tragic shell of the snow person it once was.   Oh, how it called my name as I approached the shelf it rested on!  You and I both know that no other living creature would have purchased it…except for moi, and so I did.  Took it home, dug out my craft supplies and in due time, a happy new, rehabilitated snowman emerged from its former destruction with a fresh new nose that rivaled that of any nose Joan Rivers has had in recent years along with a mended right arm that most surgeons would admire with envy.

From that moment on, it became a mission, one of Snowman Rescue, at least for a while.  Once the collect-every-cute-snowman-in-sight bug bit me, it was all downhill from there.  The decision was made to go all out with an all-Snowman decorating theme. 
Special ornaments and decorations collected over the years were given to my daughters in order to make room for what was to come, and still does, as my obsession has grown to epidemic proportions. 

The down-side of this is the time involved in getting everything unpacked each year and placed; village pieces that create individual snow scene vignettes are tucked into the shelves of the living room wall unit.  One of our cats always managed to leap to the top of that unit, hiding behind the snowmen but would always get snagged when he poked his carrot-less nose out of the display.  Every room wears its share of snow men, women and children, including the bathrooms where smiling little faces grin at you while you’re uh…..you know.

                                               

It takes me usually about one week to cart everything down from our attic and unpack, then at least two to three weeks to complete decorating, including our tree; that is a story in itself.  Color-coded branches that take almost three hours to insert in their place and then fluff-out in order to produce a realistic look.  Purchased this green giant from one of the now bankrupt and closed Treasure Island stores; it’s a modest twelve feet tall; cathedral ceiling height at its highest point is eleven feet <insert husbandly scowl>; no biggie, just shortened the top branch where the star rests <insert wifely smug facial expression>.  This tree is soooo wide that it stretches almost half-way across our living room and peeks into one entrance to our dining room area. 

                                                
Tree hitting ceiling> 

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I also got a little creative with the big empty space in our wall unit where a television is supposed to be.   Nope..NO TV in our living room, that’s a place where I want people to sit and talk and be focused on each other, not a bunch of overpaid, testosterone-driven baseball or football players, the O’Reilly Factor or anything else.  That room is a gathering place for stories, laughter and memories and with a woodstove elsewhere in the house, I missed having an upstairs fireplace sooooo….I made what my husband tells everyone is…Patty’s fake fireplace. 

Put ceramic tile on the inside bottom, made a three-sided backing, purchased electric, crackling logs, fireplace screen and, voila!! 
                                                                
                                                         
Are you laughing?  Did my husband talk to you?    Whatever!
For the record, my Grandchildren just love my holiday insanity and it’s a good thing; they will have memories of Gramma’s overboard Christmases hopefully long after I’m gone plus…there will be plenty of Snowmen left for each of them to start their own collections one day.
In the meantime, I’m off to finish putting my collecting madness away for another year.  Year?  Hmmm….make that eleven months (less for me…I have to start decorating, remember?).  Christmas will be back before we know it!
Thanks for stopping by….
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Shooting from the hip….

Recently, I was honored to be a Featured Blog on a website called For The Love Of Blogs and part of that was a glimpse into my profile; in that overview, I listed my participation in shooting sports as well as being an NRA Certified Pistol Instructor as one of several things I enjoy.

Given the horrible tragedy that took place last week-end in Tucson, I feel the need to expand on my personal firearm philosophies out of consideration to those who are understandably sensitive where guns are concerned.  This is one of those lengthy postings because I’m rattled and have much to share.

Nationwide reactions from politicians and citizens are at an all-time high at present regarding the ongoing debate over more stringent gun control; I could not agree more.  I am beyond sickened at the needless loss of innocent life in Arizona and for the suffering that Representative Gabrielle Giffords is now enduring.

Both my husband and I are legally registered owners of guns; we are both NRA Instructors, both Certified Range Safety Officers as well.  Do we hold the NRA up in some divine light while agreeing with all of the organizations statements, or sometimes lack thereof, regarding gun control issues….we do not!  The Second Amendment gets tossed back and forth similar to a volleyball during a game when it comes to any gun control-related discussion.  For those few (and I emphasise “few”) not familiar with this amendment, I share it here…

The Second Amendment (Amendment II) to the United States Constitution is the part of the United States Bill of Rights that protects the right of the people to keep and bear arms. It was adopted on December 15, 1791, along with the rest of the Bill of Rights.
In 2008 and 2010, the Supreme Court issued two Second Amendment decisions. In District of Columbia v. Heller (2008), the Court ruled that the Second Amendment protects an individuals right to possess a firearm, unconnected to service in a militiaand to use that arm for traditionally lawful purposes, such as self-defense within the home. Additionally, the Court enumerated several longstanding prohibitions and restrictions on firearms possession that it found were consistent with the Second Amendment.  In McDonald v. Chicago (2010), the Court ruled that the Second Amendment limits state and local governmental authority to the same extent that it limits federal authority.

We joined the NRA so that we could participate in its training programs and, of course, in order to obtain our New York permits to own/carry pistols.  That’s part of what each of us does for prospective applicants seeking to gain a pistol permit; we feature a mandated safety course of instruction with absolute emphasis on safety, safety, safety.  We teach responsibility as we provide our students with the knowledge, skills and proper attitude required in all aspects of firearms and shooting sports.  As Instructors, we also have the right to advise against an individual obtaining a pistol permit if their reasoning or capabilities are questionable.  That’s how we roll, can’t speak for others.

That’s where the great divide takes place between myself and the NRA regarding issues involving ownership of assault rifles;  for example, why is that type of firearm necessary for any individuals personal safety or…hunting purposes?  The very name “assault” goes against my personal grain just as calling any gun a “weapon” does.   No camo-outfitted individual needs to be out in the woods with a firearm capable of mass destruction to go hunting. Associating a completely negative connotation to any firearm is irresponsible and promotes an unnecessary “bad ass” attitude that should never be part of the dynamics of legal gun ownership and use.

The Second Amendment protects a right; as far as I’m concerned gun ownership is a privilege, much like having a driver’s license.   Again…the part of the amendment that reads “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” well, I for one,  would prefer it if such a “well regulated militia” did not count violent criminals and the mentally disturbed among its membership.

No one is entitled to either, both must, and should, be earned and responsibly maintained.  Of course, that opens up the debate about control and I will agree that such regulation is in dire need, nationwide, of rigorous change and subsequent regulation.

Politicians like Representative Peter King, a Republican from New York, is planning to introduce legislation that would make it illegal to bring a gun within 1,000 feet of a government official, according to a person familiar with the congressman’s intentions. 

No problem there.

In the longer term, gun control advocates plan to lobby Congress to reinstate a ban on assault weapons that was first implemented in 1994 under President Bill Clinton and expired in 2004; the District of Columbia and six states, including California, already have the ban on their books. 

No problem there.

Personally, I’ve found that news coverage of gun control rarely fails to include “both sides.” Reporting is usually balanced, often predictably so; gun advocates hailing their sacred Second Amendment rights are pitted against gun control advocates arguing for incremental reforms like trigger locks and gun-show background checks that hardly address the enormity of the problem of firearms violence.  Gun restriction advocates also said they will lobby this session to close a gun sale loophole that allows private sales to occur without the screenings required for federally-licensed gun vendors.   Sadly, even with all the protections put into place on federally-licensed sellers, the ability to stop the next maniac from buying a gun through a private seller at a gun show, the internet or on the street will not thwart a future, unspeakable, tragedy from taking place.  Some Second Amendment advocates contend that outlawing guns will mean that only outlaws will have guns because criminals do not bother to purchase firearms through legal channels.

Talk about a red herring.  I have big problems with that!

Requiring standards that involve more intensive background checks along with physical and mental documentation isn’t enough.  Think about how many law-abiding, legal gun-owning citizens suddenly short circuit and disaster happens; how can that be circumvented?  What state or local government agency will police individuals holding permits and owning guns who become suddenly unstable, swoop down on them and seize their firearms before they harm someone else?  And, how many family members, or friends, of an individual owning guns will intervene, contacting authorities,  if that person shows sudden signs of mental instability?  Yes, with enough effort, criminals and the mentally ill will always be able to find guns through questionable means but that does not mean we should make it any easier for them to make these purchases legally.

One example…I attended an Alzheimer’s Caregivers Support Group when my mother lived with us.  A member of that group was the wife of a man suffering through the early stages of dementia; he was also a gun dealer, holding a Federal Firearms License.  She related that he was often violent and the only time he seemed “normal” was when he set up his booth at various gun shows; she always accompanied him, suffering through events that held no interest for her.  I was appalled at her attitude in turning her back on a potential tragedy just to keep her husbands combativeness to a minimum.  She refused to listen to any of my rhetoric on the potential devastating personal trauma she, or others, might suffer or legalities she might face if her husband went into any uncontrollable rage.  Her spouse remained adamant about maintaining his control over his firearms and refused to even allow her near keys to his gun storage cabinets.  This woman lived in fear of her husband yet refused any advice to contact her local police department so that they could remove, and store, firearms along with related material from the home until such time that they could be properly sold.

She promptly withdrew from the support group and refused further contact from anyone involved with the weekly gathering.  Fortunately, a neighbor became alarmed when her husband ran from the house yelling and shaking his fist and holding a gun; the police were notified and promptly came to remove all guns and ammunition from the premises.  Not long after that, the husband, during an angry outburst, threatened his wife with a kitchen knife; he currently resides in a nursing facility.

None of this is about making guns, per se, illegal; it’s about getting more and stricter regulations in place that will prevent scum like the Columbine killers or the Jared Loughner’s of society from ever putting their hands on any firearm.  The pity of this is that, even if by some national miracle, such a regulatory system does come to pass, the traffic in illegal firearms will continue to infest our country and I wish I had some intelligent suggestion for that issue but…I do not pretend to have all of the answers.  This is America — land of freedom, liberty, and innovation. Surely we can design a system that keeps the mentally deranged, those on no-fly lists, violent ex-cons, and those who have used guns in the commission of a crime from being allowed to legally purchase firearms and munitions without infringing on the rights of other Americans.

So, as far as the NRA is concerned, if you don’t like my personal spin on gun control issues, feel free to cancel my membership although I doubt much if you’ll pass up the revenue opportunity.  Facts are, I don’t hold all you spout out for public consumption to be the doctrine that I will live my firearm-possessing life by or teach to others; face it big guys, changes need to be made, and soon! 

In the meantime, I join millions of others in prayer for those lost in last week’s Tucson massacre; I pray even more for the recovery of Gabrielle Giffords. 

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