Do you trust your TV news personality?

I recently finished read Mike Wallace by Peter Rader.  It dovetailed well with Cronkite by Douglas Brinkley which I finished earlier this year. This was a faster read and more of a soap opera.  Peter Rader, also a filmmaker, moved up the release of his biography after the death of Wallace in April 2012.  Rader's biography delved more into the personal details of Wallace's life as well as his mental well being than did Brinkley in his book about Cronkite.

Both men worked for CBS News in the second half of their lives.  It appears there was a blending of family members as a consequence.  Chris Wallace, currently of Fox News, dated Cronkite's daughter, Nancy.  Wallace and his first wife divorced shortly after Chris' birth and his childhood was spent with a stepfather, Bill Leonard, who was a higher up at CBS.  Leonard pushed hard to get Mike Wallace on 60 Minutes when his luck was down forever changing his life and giving him the journalistic credentials that he craved.

Because I am sixty, both reads were a walk through my lifetime history.  These were the events that I watched unfold on TV but which also shaped my life.  Now I better understand how the news media does and has always helped frame but also shape those events.  CBS News, as have all other news sources, always relied on "the ratings" and the bottom line.  Do I like that I now know that after Wallace would do a hard ball interviews for 60 Minutes there was a great deal of editing done for drama's sake.  That included a second filming and editing of Wallace's reactions and facial expressions to the questions he had asked those interviewed.  I watched 60 Minutes this week and wondered if this technique was still being used.

The media helps us feel some connection to one another after an event like Sandy Hook, but the media also picks and chooses its presentation and focus.  Now I better understand why and realize that many of the things I detest about current news networks have always been.  The more people who tune in, the higher the ratings and advertising dollars.  The more popular the broadcaster, the more power they have to shape national and world events and policies.  But the bottom line, it is harder for information that all should know to be withheld and kept secret.  I guess it is a love/hate relationship.

Reflecting on Sandy

It has been a week of hard things.  Today Glen and I attended the funeral of his cousin Linda.  Linda would have celebrated her 39th birthday on November 9th.  Would have except she had a stroke and languished for four days before leaving her grieving husband and four children ages 6 - 14.  When a young parent leaves a young family I can hardly stand it.  There is so much pain, so much grief, so much sadness.

Linda lived life well, so well. She left memories which will lift her little family up during this hard time.  Her mother, also Linda, is the youngest of Glen's father's sisters.  She told her other children in a gentle way that daughter Linda was truly the best of them all for she was so kind, so gentle, so sweet, so faithful, so giving.  But Aunt Linda's heart is broken and her grief palatable.  She looks at you with her beautiful ice blue Jensen eyes and states, "You are not supposed to have to bury your child."  It was heart breaking to watch a six year old son place a favorite stuffed animal in his mother's casket, a husband tell the love of his life goodbye, and have three beautiful girls look at you with tear filled eyes.  Thank goodness for the plan of salvation and prayers that lift and comfort those left behind.

So my heart grieves for one I have known, but also for those I don't know.  Those who are coping with the loss of loved ones and of the life they were living.  Sandy, you were big and you will be long remembered.  Today Linda's spouse talked how growing and living and succeeding are not about arriving without pains or bruises or tragedy, but about rising up and facing the hard stuff and really growing and succeeding.  People back East will be humbled but they will also feel the prayers and receive help and know that life is still good.

Last night my mother's heart was worried for two of my own.  My prayers were also for them.  Today my daughter had surgery and things went well.  She will now, after months of feeling so ill, feel better and better.  Today my son arrived safely home from Virginia to rejoin his little family after cancelled flights and a long drive through Sandy's rain bands to another airport.  I am always grateful for the little miracles that are life.

BYU Education Week wrap up

Yes, I did go to Education Week this year.  No, I didn't attend as many classes as in the past.  Yes, once real life encroaches on your former visit/vacation place the extras and everyday are harder to manage. Glen and I were in good form on the first day, Monday.  Then Glen got pulled into business concerns and I had many things to attend to before the next week's guests arrived.  I found that if I worked hard at home in the morning, I found easy parking on campus in the afternoon, thus my late afternoon and early evening Education Week experience.

My yearly wrap up is a bit late due to the arrival of the fun guests (see above) and a quick trip back to Arizona.  This Sunday seems like a good time to share some of the insights I gained and want to remember.

* Prophets of the Restoration by Robert Freeman

The life of each of the Latter-day Prophets was reviewed as well as the historical context of their time, and their unique contributions to The Church of Latter-day Saints.  The presenter stressed this point, "Each was uniquely selected for a time and a situation." Some of the items new to me:

-Joseph Smith and Brigham Young were contemporaries of John Taylor, Wilford Woodruff, and Lorenzo Snow who followed them in service, all having been born in the early 1800's.

-Lorenzo Snow attended Oberlin College in Ohio, while in England presented a copy of The Book of Mormon to Queen Victoria, and called the first sister missionaries to service.

-Joseph F. Smith was an orphan at age 13 and then watched 13 of his own children die, served 5 missions with the first to the Sandwich now Hawaiian islands when 15 years of age, introduced Family Home Evening, and worked hard to purchase church historic sites.

-Heber J. Grant had the 2nd longest presidency with Brigham Young serving the longest.  He served during the turbulent times of Prohibition, USSR formation, Stock Market crash and Depression, Hitler, Pearl Harbor, WWII, atomic bomb dropped on Japan and then dies shortly after the end of WWII.  He serves during the same time as US Presidents Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, and F. Roosevelt.  Before becoming president he serves as one of the first missionaries to Japan later helping with the translation of the BOM into Japanese.  While president he begins the modern Welfare Program, opened the first Deseret Industries, and established the Utah-Idaho Sugar Co.  He was the first prophet to have not known the first prophet, Joseph Smith.

-George Albert Smith was the first widower to become president.  He was also the first LDS president to appear on the cover of a national magazine cover, Time magazine.  He was a nature lover and avid scouter who saw the milestone reached of 1,000,000 members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

-David O. McKay oversaw the internationalization of the Church.  During his presidency Queen Elizabeth becomes queen, Alaska and Hawaii become states, the Civil Rights Movement occurs, the Berlin Wall is built, the Cuban Missile Crisis occurs, John F. Kennedy is assassinated, and Neil Armstrong walks on the moon.  He serves during the presidencies of Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, and Nixon and is the longest living president when he dies at age 96.

-Joseph Fielding Smith was born in 1876, still pioneer times but lived until 95 which was long enough for him to have the privilege of flying in a fighter jet.  He stated, "That's about as close as I can get to Heaven now."  During is services Nixon is president and the United States is embroiled in Viet Nam.

-Harold B. Lee had a short presidency and died at age 74 on the day after Christmas in 1973.  As a stake president in Salt Lake City during the Depression, he instigated the kernel of temporal welfare which became the Welfare Program.  He was especially dedicated to the youth of the church and I still remember his visit to Mesa when I was a college student and how President Lee came to a very crowded Tri-Stake Center specifically to meet with those my age.  It was an astounding experience!

-Spencer W. Kimball doubled the missionary force creating 51 new missions.  He also made the official declaration in June 1978 giving the Priesthood to all worthy males..

-Ezra Taft Benson was the last president born in the 1800's and was born when President Snow was president in 1899.  He served both God and country and was Secretary of the Agriculture under Eisenhower.  He also served a post WWII tour of Europe bringing much aid and comfort to all.

- Howard W. Hunter served the shortest presidency, less than a year.  He was a musician and played 7 different instruments.  He had a dance band that played on cruise lines. He was instrumental in the construction of the Orson Hyde Garden at the Jerusalem Center.

-Gordon B. Hinckley became the longest living president and was known as the "media president" with strong skills in public relations.  He was an articulate person who gave international and national interviews.

-Thomas S. Monson, current prophet and president, was our first "veteran" president having served in the Navy.  He was the youngest apostle called since the early 1900's.  He had responsibility over the Eastern Europe Area for 20 years and dedicated the first stake and temple in Frieburg, East Germany before the dismantling of the Berlin Wall.  He told the Saints to prove their trustworthiness to the East German government as he also tried to do and it allowed them religious freedoms not given to other congregations.

*The Chiasmus Story 45 Years Later presented by John Welch

August 16, 1967 is the day that John Welch calls "Chiasmus Day."  We, his students, celebrated with him the 45th anniversary of his discovery of the poetic device of chiasmus in the Book of Mormon while a Mormon missionary serving in Germany.  As a BYU student before his mission he took a class from Hugh Nibley who was always looking for poetic forms in the Book of Mormon.  He also had Robert K. Thomas as an instructor who taught the Bible as literature and encourage his students to read the BOM as literature.

In 1966, John Welch, was serving in the South German Mission in Bavaria.  In 1967 he was transferred to Ravensburg with a companion for 9 months.  While there John saw a flyer telling about lectures on Friday mornings (the missionaries day off or D-Day much has the current P-Day) on the New Testament.  They attended and John first heard about chiasmus as a Hebrew writing device.  He learned of Paul Gaechter who had published a book in 1965 which tried to show that Matthew was more Jewish than Mark because he used symmetry arranged elements and argued that Mark was more Greek.

On August 16, 1967 early in the morning, John Welch was reading his German BOM and came to Mosiah 5:6-15, which because of the German layout of the words jumped out to John as a chaismus.  John Welch stated that further study of King Benjamin's speech determined that it is in its entirety a chiasmus.  Mosiah 5:18-19 is the dead center of his speech.  There are 2467 words before and 2476 words after this scripture verse.

In jest, he also shared that August 16 was also the middle day of his mission.  He shared with us letters from his mission showing the progression of what he had learned and what he was finding in his Book of Mormon.  He also wrote to his BYU professors letting them know what he had found.  On Nov. 20, 1967, John Welch gave his first formal presentation about chiasmus.  On his way home from his mission he went to visit Paul Craecher, a Jesuit priest, in Innsbruck.  Gaechter marveled at his discoveries, told him that the BOM was a beautiful book, and said two things.  "You must continue this work" and "You have found a life's work."

When back in Provo, he went directly to the home on 700 North to see Hugh Nibley even though it was already after 9 PM.  Nibley kept him late into the night wanting to know about everything that was in the briefcase he carried. (John's suitcase had been stolen but luckily all his important papers were in the briefcase.)  Nibley agreed to be John Welch's mentor for a Masters thesis on Chiasmus.

Much as been published about chiasmus in the last 45 years.  For a more detailed telling of this story go here.

*The Pearl of Great Price presented by David A. LeFevre

I attended the Pearl of Great Price adult religion class in the Mesa East Stake last school year so attended these presentations as a summation of a year of study.  I always enjoy David LeFevre's presentations, much information in a short period of time.  The thing I want to share is that as Egyptoligists learn more, Joseph Smith's translation of Abraham looks better and better.  One hundred years ago, it was mostly negative but now every year it looks better.

*The Doctrine of Baptism for the Dead as Practiced in Nauvoo (1841-1845) presented by Susan Easton Black

Black's presentation was a comprehensive history of how baptism for the dead came to be practiced, how it proceeded from baptisms in the Mississippi River to a wooden font, and the building of the Nauvoo Temple with its stone font.  Such baptism was the main religious activity during this time period until the endowment was introduced. She also gave a detailed telling of the temple activity which took place before the people left Nauvoo and their temple behind.  I always enjoy Susan Easton Black's great historical perspective.  Side note:  Black and her husband were seated behind us at the Beach Boys Fourth of July Concert in Provo.  It really was a disconnect for me; Black, Beach Boys, sports stadium :)

So that is it for this year.  I have fewer notes in my notebook but a determination to return Ed Week to a priority next August.  Maybe I need to sign up for housing in the dorms!

I Believe in America, too.

The sign is back out in the planter along the street for the neighborhood to see.  It's been in the garage since the end of the primaries.  Now that Mitt is officially the Republican candidate and there are only 67 days left until the 2012 presidential election, Glen decided it was time for it to reappear.

Did you watch the Republican Convention?  I asked Glen if he watched political conventions when he was a kid.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  Why would you watch conventions when you could be at the beach or out playing baseball?  I have watched many conventions.  I've felt drawn to them since the early 1960's when my age had finally reached the double digits.  I don't know if it coincides with finally having a TV in our home, but TV definitely facilitated my being able to listen and watch.  I remember famous addresses from Ronald Reagan and Barry Goldwater, fighting in the streets in Chicago, Nixon's daughters, Johnson's daughters, the crazy hats, and confetti and balloons. 

I watched almost every minute of the RNC convention this week and I took it straight up.  Translation:  I watched C-Span.  I wanted to watch the convention, not all of the talking heads trying to get their own air time.  I really can think and react for myself, thank you very much!  I found it fascinating as I watched a Mormon become the official candidate for president of the United States.  I wasn't expecting all the programing directly before the convention trying to explain my religion.  It made me wonder about the accuracy of journalistic stories in general as there were so many inaccuracies presented in network stories.  Go here to see official LDS Church statements regarding such inaccuracies.

Here are my thoughts and feelings the day after:

*  When a Mormon stake president from Boston offered the opening prayer I felt like I was listening to General Conference.  It was so comforting.  Isn't it interesting how our religious life has its own rhythms and cadence?

*  Did you notice Ann's eyes darting here and there when all the grand kids came out on stage?   That's exactly what happens to me when with the grand kids somewhere and you want them to be safe and well behaved.

*  Tears and more tears.  Such touching personal stories which needed to be shared so that we know more about the candidate as a man not just a candidate for president.

*  Moments spent getting oneself back in control.  In an interview this morning, Ann stated that her youngest son explained his moment saying that he suddenly felt his grandfather George Romney with him.  Where else would George's spirit be on such an occasion as this?

Yes, I listened to the speeches and heard the political rhetoric but for me it is usually more about the feelings.  I wish that the next 67 days would be more "Mormon Ad" in tone than muckraking and demonizing.  Wouldn't that be nice?

A Better Life

Glen and I watched "A Better Life" on demand from our cable company Friday night. Granted, we don't watch or go to many movies, but this one really touched me. I've thought about it many times over the weekend.

I feel that actor Demian Bichir deserves an Academy Award nomination for his role of Carlos, illegal immigrant and father who is fighting for a better life for his son, Luis. He reminded me of the gardeners who have helped Glen over the years on some of his big projects. Because of Glen's Spanish speaking ability, we often learn of their stories, many of which parallel that portrayed in "A Better Life."

This movie reminded me that immigration is less black and white and more shades of gray. This is the latest statement by my church regarding illegal immigration. Part of that statement reads:

The bedrock moral issue for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is how we treat each other as children of God.

The history of mass expulsion or mistreatment of individuals or families is cause for concern especially where race, culture, or religion are involved. This should give pause to any policy that contemplates targeting any one group, particularly if that group comes mostly from one heritage.

I feel that any stance on immigration which forgets that we are all children of God coupled with attendant feelings of power and alienation is dangerous and even frightening. Compassion coupled with a study of the issues which fuel immigration might lead to solutions which do not divide families nor cause despair and hopelessness. We are all God's children.

500th Post and blogging thoughts

This is my partner in crime this week while her parents are celebrating their 14th wedding anniversary in Hawaii. I wish you could hear her say "Hawaii." Unfortunately I fell down the last few stairs after putting her to bed tonight. Now my knee hurts, I can't sleep, and I've decided to raid my DIL's computer for a picture and to write what will be my 500th post on my little blog that was created for me by another DIL almost four years ago.


So, what are your thoughts on this whole social media phenomenon of Blogs and Facebook updates and Twitters? What are the positives? I can think of quite a few. It is a good "Place to Share." It does allow one to keep up on extended family and friends near and far. It sure beats the family letter that was supposed to move on from family to family but most often ended up in the "to do" pile.


BUT is all the immediacy necessarily good? Sometimes do our thoughts or comments or venting need some time to simmer before they hit the airwaves. Do some things need to be expressed one on one before they are released for public consumption? I will tell you that my wounded heart says that they do. Everyone, please take care as you share. Over and out.

Immigration and my state and state of mind

Seriously, I am completing a draft that has been on my post list since 11/18/10. It was really important to me that I get it right. I'm deleting most of it because things here in Arizona have only become more raw, more upsetting since November.

Some Arizonans take great pride in being a part of the rough and tumble Old West which is a part of our heritage. Historical sites include Tombstone and historical cavalry forts from Indian war days. They also include ruins left by the people who built homes and fortifications in the sides of cliffs thousands of years ago. And midway in time between Tombstone and Montezuma Castle, one can visit the ruins of Spanish colonial missions including San Xavier del Bac built in the late 1600's which is still a living vital center of worship outside of Tucson.

Arizona became a territory of the United States after the Mexican War in 1848. Some of my ancestors helped finalize that war as they marched as part of the Mormon Battalion through southern Arizona in 1846 - 47. The Treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo was a bit fuzzy about the new border, so the Gadsen Purchase was ratified in 1854 after the purchase of the land south of the Gila River to the present border for $10,000,000. (I often wondered why they didn't negotiate that line a bit further south giving Arizona an ocean port near present day Rocky Point.)

Fort Tucson was built in the 1775, Arizona became a relatively new state in 1912, and Mesa where I live was founded by Mormon pioneers beginning in 1877 on land laced with an ancient canal system built by the Hohokam over 2000 years ago. That extensive canal system was the basis for the present one which allows for the habitation of this valley which receives only about 7 inches of rain per year.

Why the history? Arizona has been home to many different people for thousands of years. However, most of them came after the invention of central air conditioning in the 1950's. Thus, if you ever take a moment to read the obituary page, most births for those listed occurred somewhere besides Arizona. My youngest son is the only native Arizonan in our family having been born in Mesa. Those who count themselves as several generation Arizonans often take great pride in the fact. All Arizonans had someone who immigrated to Arizona at some point in time.

Immigration in Arizona has become one of international scope and interest because of immigration law SB 1070 passed last year. I had hoped that it would not pass. There are many in Arizona who hoped it would. But there were also many who hoped it would not. Now a new Arizona Senate president has proposed slew of new laws which are even more repressive. My concern is that because he is a "Mormon" some feel that all of his faith must feel as he does. That is not so.

My feelings are more in line with the Utah Compact. Here is the text of the Compact. There is a more humane way to approach this problematic issue. I feel that much of what has occurred in my state has more to d0 with retaining power and control.

When trying to understand a situation, I most often try to place myself in the shoes of those I am trying to understand. I know that my husband and myself would try to do whatever possible to make things better for our children and family. By the grace of God, we were born on the northern side of the border so I don't really know if we might have ventured a trek, risking our lives, across the desert. But I think we, or at least he, might.

I posted earlier about the privilege I had of hearing Condeleezza Rice at a BYU Forum in January. She also spoke of the importance of the Log Cabin Myth or our national myth that even those born in a log cabin (ie., Abraham Lincoln) can make a successful life for themselves in the United States. She spoke about immigration making the United States great. She said that there is an energy and constant renewal which comes through immigration. The Log Cabin Myth attracts those who have much to share and to give to our country.

We are a nation of immigrants. We are often interested in and amazed at the place of birth of our ancestors. As a child, I loved my great-grandma Lucy who had immigrated as a little girl by ship from Scotland. My life has been enriched by those who have been added to my family circle by marriage who immigrated from a different land.

The bottom line: Yes, we need immigration reform which would include an easier path to lawful immigration, but must we be so unkind and even hateful as we do so.

The real bottom line: We are all God's children and he loves us, everyone! Are we not then asked to love all as well?

Please read this article in the March 2011 Ensign. I heard Elder Yoshihiko Kikuchi speak in person at a stake conference in August 2009. His is an amazing story. This article will touch your heart.

Newspaper Blues

After the birthday party at Sweet Cakes and the free concert of Irish music at MAC, Raymond and I took the long way back to the car. (Did you know that a drinking straw can be a clarinet, flute, or gun depending on the music playing or what aircraft is flying overhead? Even more impressive, those new "Cars" type Crocs can also be a violin.) We were checking out the bronze sculptures (no display of new sculptures this year - no funds - all this budget cutting can be overwhelming!) This bronze boy hawking the Tribune made me sad. While Raymond mimicked the poise, I thought about the demise of newspapers. So far this year we have subscribed to the Tribune, then added USA Today when it got thinner and thinner. Now we are back to the Arizona Republic, also getting thinner and thinner, that home delivery of the Tribune is no more. USA Today was part of our budget cutting. Will anyone else miss a paper with breakfast and the discussion which follows? It's more social and interesting than clicking around on the Internet.

It's not just black and white

Meet Julianna, my newest beautiful granddaughter. Her mother wrote a post on her Blog about the adoption process, particularly biracial adoption and her search for information and help. I don't often pontificate about political or cultural issues, but in light of the historic inauguration of a biracial president and some recent books and articles I've read, I find my thought process has been in full gear. Let me share a few of those thoughts.

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This National Book Award winner is a well researched and written account of Thomas Jefferson's "other" family. His relationships with his probable children as well as their mother, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents are explored in a well drawn historical context. Sally Hemings, half-sister of Jefferson's wife who dies 10 years into her marriage, was with Jefferson and his daughters in Paris and then lived out her life at Monticello until Jefferson's death. She then lived in Charlottesville, Virginia until her death 10 years later. It is felt that she had six children with Jefferson. He provided for the freedom of those living upon his death. Three of them passed as "white" and were not to be found by the author/researcher, Annette Gordon-Reed, who provides valuable insight into the slavery issues of the time as well the cultural climate. Madison Hemings chose black and left written memoirs. DNA testing now proves his claim.

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My next read was this memoir by a woman who had grown up in Liberia. When requesting these books from the library, I had not a clue that they would connect together in such an interesting way. For all I knew, Sugar Beach was off the coast of South Carolina. Helene Cooper is a descendant of freed slaves who boarded ships on the eastern shores of the United States in the 1820's to return to the coast of Western Africa and a place which would be named Liberia in honor of liberty. Interestingly, this new country supposedly founded on the principles of the United States Constitution, had become largely divided between the wealthy descendants of those freed slaves and the indigenous people. The government was largely manned by loosely related people who watched out for each other. Helene's family lived in a new house on the beach, vacationed in their other home in Spain, and spent vacation time at the family farm where even the house was antebellum in its architecture. She most likely would have been sent abroad to college, but before that happens, the government is overthrown in a savage way by a young military leader and his cohorts in 1980 and Helene's father barely escapes with his life. Her family makes it way to the United States, but life will never be the same for them again.

The connection? A couple of Jefferson's freed sons contemplated just such a move to Africa upon Jefferson's death in 1826. They chose not to go. Both books explore the issues of black and white and degrees of black and white and the power of people over others to maintain their social and economic position.

Then today I read this Newsweek article, entitled "Beyond Black and White" by the black mother of a biracial son. She describes her feelings at his birth and beyond and then ends her piece this way:

"Our newly elected president ignored the racial stereotyping that seemed to limit what he could accomplish in this country—and he didn't do it by passively accepting society's assessment of his skin tone. Perhaps as the number of multiracial Americans continues to grow, there will be a plurality of golden people who are impossible to positively identify as one race or the other. And the rest of us who can be easily categorized will be forced to accept that color does not contribute to the content of one's character because we won't know which set of stereotypes to apply to whom. I want my son to grow up wearing his biracial heritage like an invisibility cloak, able to move unseen among people's prejudices—impervious to racial profiling. But I will prepare him for a world that may think he is black or white, even though he is golden."

As I ponder the historicity of this issue, I can only relate on a true personal level to things which have occurred in my own lifetime. I remember well the time in the 1960's when my uncle adopted the biracial daughter of his wife and the upsetting thing that was for my grandmother. Upon meeting her new granddaughter, she was smitten and changed. When my brother approached each of his siblings about adopting bi-racially in the 1980's I was surprised that he even felt he had to ask, but he did. My son didn't even think to ask any one's opinion when he and his wife chose to adopt Julianna. I think that is progress.

I felt great hope as a elementary school teacher and librarian. Each year as Martin Luther King's birthday and Black History Month in February approached, I would take some of our lesson time to explore this part of our nation's history. As we would discuss the civil rights movement and Jim Crow laws, it was beyond their comprehension that there could be such a thing as separate bathrooms, drinking fountains, schools and places on the bus for people with different colors of skin. "But why Mrs. Jensen? That doesn't make any sense!" Their incredulousness gave me pause and filled my heart with gratitude. Not just for these lovely children but for their parents and for my parents who refused to teach this hate. Parents who will not use racial slurs or portend to be better than others. Parents who accept that people are just people who mostly love their families and want the best for them; people who have hearts and feelings and desires that are mostly good and earnest.

As our world continues to shrink due to communication and travel opportunities, I hope for a love among all mankind that comes from familiarity and common respect. I hope for a world in which Julianna will always be just "golden."