Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Nothing to Envy



I am really enjoying my Provo Book Club.  We meet monthly in the Provo Rec Center library and the Provo Public Library sends a leader who brings us book sets for each month, one book for each of us.  There are usually 9-12 people who meet each month and I love the diversity of life experience in the group as well as the great comments and being with fellow book lovers.  Yesterday we discussed "Nothing to Envy, Ordinary Lives in North Korea" by Barbara Demick.


This book was most unsettling.  I feel like I've been living in a fog and have been totally unaware of a great injustice.  This is not something that happened decades ago, it is happening now!  1984 actually existed in 1984 and continues on.  That blackened outlined country is North Korea.  The brighter dot is Pyongyang and the smaller dot is Chongjin and often times there is not electricity or water available.  Food is scarce, housing uncomfortable and often unavailable, and medical care sparse.  In 1945, when Korea was divided at the 38th parallel, the great division in lifestyle began.  South Korea glows with Seoul being the bright light.  North Korea is a place of misery and corrupt leadership.

The northern border is a river dividing North Korea from China and more and more North Koreans risk crossing that river into China.  Some travel north to Mongolia where the embassy will help them on to South Korea.  Others travel from China to other countries and eventually to Seoul or directly to Seoul with altered passports.  South Korea houses the refuges for a month helping them to make the big adjustment to a very different life style and also gives them $20,000 to help them start a new life.

This book was nominated for the National Book Award in 2010 and Barbara Demick writes beautifully as she intertwines the stories of several North Koreans who eventually make it out.  Their stories span decades as they live through the power going out, jobs disappearing, no food, and the deaths of family members along with being in a society which allows nothing of the outside world.  The stories told will break your heart and make you uncomfortable and wary.

Last evening, after book club in the afternoon, I planned on watching PBS and American Experience as it would be about 1964 and the difference that year made in the United States and history.  I turned 12 in 1964 and remember it well as it was also a time of great change for my family as we left the family farm in Idaho and moved to Arizona.  Immediately after American Experience,  Frontline, "Secret State of North Korea",  came on.  I sat mesmerized as what I had just read and discussed was visually presented.  Video, discreetly filmed, showed all the the book had shared to be real.  I wished that I had a way to contact all my fellow book clubbers, so that they could watch, too.


Since the book was written, Kim Jong-un has risen to power upon the death of his father, Kim Jong-il who followed the original leader, his father, Kim Il-sung.  This is a photo of Kim Jung-un with the military generals of his father.  Over 50 per cent have now been disposed.  Just recently he executed an uncle and aunt.  He has executed others.  He has rattled his nuclear saber over and over.  Things are not improving.  Dennis Rodman, what were you thinking?

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Heather's birthday quilt


I bought this quilt top as a kit a couple of years ago thinking it would be the perfect quilt for my oldest granddaughter who loves dolls and history.


See those elongated stars.  I was never sure about if I liked them and tried to come up with something different and never did and the kit sat and sat.  Then I saw the ruler set for this star block on sale and bought it.  I promised myself that I would finish that quilt before Heather's next birthday.


And I did because everyone grows up as you all know and I still wanted her to like it at least a little.


This was a Darlene Zimmerman pattern from her fabric collection in 2010.  I'm sure that the dimensions were dependent on the size of those fussy cut paper dolls.


It turned out that I enjoyed making the stars.  I even enjoyed the fussy cutting.


I really liked the fresh and light feel of the quilt and was happy to find this sweet polka dot fabric for the backing.


Heather liked it, too.


Happy birthday to my sweet girl who is now a young woman.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Grandpa Glen's birthday and more American girls


While in Arizona, Grandpa Glen celebrated his birthday.  He played BINGO with the grand girls who were having a sleepover, was allowed to add bacon and eggs to our traditional girls sleepover ebelskiver breakfast, passed out snappers to the grand children for a snapper war, and took down the Christmas lights with the help of his grand sons.  There was no cake.  He requested peanut butter cookies instead.  I think he is tired of my birthday cake experimentation on his day.  There was the traditional hand clapping.


Sadie lost a tooth while with us but did not give it to Grandpa for his birthday.  She wrote out this note instead.  Grandpa did pass out $2 bills during BINGO.  He told me later that a couple of the girls had given him one back as a birthday gift.


I posted here about my American girls and their aprons and how I was going to make photo books for the girls.  I took so many pictures during our photo shoot that I just have to share some more of my favorites.  Enjoy!

















Two girls,


Three girls,


And four  girls with their dolls.  (Julianna was hanging out with Grandpa.)




Oh, she's back!










The birthday boy.


Our standard birthday picture by his latest tree.  The tree is winning!



Daddy showed up to see if his youngest was ready to go home.


She was not.


Heather had her own American Girl photo shoot.



She was working amongst the Virginia creeper.  The leaves are usually off of this tree by Glen's birthday, but the creeper holds out a bit longer.


The snapper war and a work crew member.


TJ taking down all those icicle lights.


And this is January in Arizona, green grass, ripe citrus, and lots of sunshine.


The war goes on.










This was the first time the "little" girls stayed the night through.  They did great.



Empty hanging flower baskets were turned into American Girl swings.


Eye glass switch.


And a cheese tray for lunch.  After they all went home, I took Grandpa Glen to Bucca de Beppo for a spaghetti dinner.  The next day, Ryan and Emilia took us to Oregano's for pizza and salad.

Another year has come along with another birthday, and Glen is now older than his parents were when we lost them both way too soon.  I call that a blessing.