Some people don't care for their families' history, but I do. I think it is amazing to learn about how people thought and lived; their troubles and triumphs. I am slowly making some useful documents of the already procurred family history information. I will modernize these documents in the future and create new ones. Here is the beginning of my efforts. I made a.pdf of the Richard and Dorothy Wegener diary. Click the first link below to gain access to my online storage space. Download the diary for your use. Enjoy!
http://cid-de77a7e360e75fd5.skydrive.live.com/self.aspx/.Public/R%7C0D%20Wegener%20Diary.pdf
The next link below is to my family history web site. Go to the family history page to find pictures and instructions. Please, take the time to share your pictures, documents, or stories with others.
http://sites.google.com/site/wegenerproject/
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
It's been awhile...
Sometimes I wonder why we seem to have it all. We have a happy family, good jobs, and we live in a great neighborhood. All our most pressing needs are met.
We are not multi millionaires, but Joel and I were talking one day about what we would do if we were.
As I'm sure multi millionaires know, having money means having options. Like anyone else, we would secure our future and probably do some fun things if we were wealthy. Far more exciting, however, was the thought of making life better for others around us.
It seems to be in vogue lately to pick on wealthy people, and while some of the high-profile ones have become wealthy by lying and cheating, that isn't true for many others out there. So many of our friends and neighbors quietly write checks to fill the needs of those who have nothing. It appears to me that the complainers are the ones at fault for not recognizing what they still have, or owning up to their own mistakes when it comes to money.
No matter what we are given in this lifetime, whether it's millions or the steady trickle we've always had (or maybe nothing), I am grateful.
We are not multi millionaires, but Joel and I were talking one day about what we would do if we were.
As I'm sure multi millionaires know, having money means having options. Like anyone else, we would secure our future and probably do some fun things if we were wealthy. Far more exciting, however, was the thought of making life better for others around us.
It seems to be in vogue lately to pick on wealthy people, and while some of the high-profile ones have become wealthy by lying and cheating, that isn't true for many others out there. So many of our friends and neighbors quietly write checks to fill the needs of those who have nothing. It appears to me that the complainers are the ones at fault for not recognizing what they still have, or owning up to their own mistakes when it comes to money.
No matter what we are given in this lifetime, whether it's millions or the steady trickle we've always had (or maybe nothing), I am grateful.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Upside down
Joel sold his business back in December, and we paid off almost all debts with the money. Now he works 2-4 hours a night instead of 12. I started working at Utah Valley Hospital not long after that. I work 12 hour shifts in the Stat lab, which is in the ER. Both events have been blessings for us, for many reasons(which is the usual for us when we get blessings of any kind.)
I am dusting off some rusty skills and using them with a new perspective. When I was young in the workplace, my job was all about me, my performance, and my benefits. Now, ten years later, things have definitely changed.
The first few weeks of working here were very raw. December/January with the snow and ice bring a lot of people to the ER, many in really bad shape. Utah Valley is a Trauma II hospital, which means we deal with the most serious cases in the Valley, and when the pager goes off in the lab, they're not kidding.
When a trauma comes in, we have to go to the room where the patient will be and stand by to receive any samples the team is getting. This means watching the EMT's roll the person in, and often seeing the frenzy as the team does what they do. And sometimes, it means watching someone slip away despite all the effort put in trying to keep them alive.
When I was younger, I hate to say it, but this would have been exciting-- not to see someone die, but all the drama that goes along with trying to save a life, and my part in it.
I'm glad I've grown up a little since then. It makes it easier to bear someone elses burden, even if it's only as I'm saying a little prayer for the family who is suffering. My part is very small, and I'm glad, because I can't offer the peace and comfort that comes from the place that calls them home.
I am dusting off some rusty skills and using them with a new perspective. When I was young in the workplace, my job was all about me, my performance, and my benefits. Now, ten years later, things have definitely changed.
The first few weeks of working here were very raw. December/January with the snow and ice bring a lot of people to the ER, many in really bad shape. Utah Valley is a Trauma II hospital, which means we deal with the most serious cases in the Valley, and when the pager goes off in the lab, they're not kidding.
When a trauma comes in, we have to go to the room where the patient will be and stand by to receive any samples the team is getting. This means watching the EMT's roll the person in, and often seeing the frenzy as the team does what they do. And sometimes, it means watching someone slip away despite all the effort put in trying to keep them alive.
When I was younger, I hate to say it, but this would have been exciting-- not to see someone die, but all the drama that goes along with trying to save a life, and my part in it.
I'm glad I've grown up a little since then. It makes it easier to bear someone elses burden, even if it's only as I'm saying a little prayer for the family who is suffering. My part is very small, and I'm glad, because I can't offer the peace and comfort that comes from the place that calls them home.
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