Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Had it not been for scholarships and the generosity of my grandparents, I could not have attended, or I might have but with many tens of thousands of dollars in student loans. Had it not been for my great-grandparents, I wouldn't have had a chapel to be married in. Had it not been for other alumni and friends of the college, I would not have had a dorm room to sleep in, a cafeteria to eat in and a stage to perform on. Had it not been for the one-on-one attention that I received in the classrooms from outstanding professors, I would not be the music educator that I am today.
I am blessed by my experience and association with Centenary College. But, my beloved college needs our, the alumni's, help. I have no doubt that it will survive. It has made it through the Civil War, two World Wars, the Great Depression and countless other historical catastrophes. But, we, the alumni are the ones who must pick up a torch and give back for what Centenary has given us, if we want it to be there for our children. (And, I certainly hope that one of my boys will be the eighth generation to do so.)
In cleaning out my grandmother's house this weekend, I found an article written by Jacques N. Steinau from the Shreveport Magazine, February 1974. It featured an interview with my great-grandfather, Paul Marvin Brown, Jr. Here is an excerpt:
"Recently, you and your wife were honored by the Kiwanis Club, expressing its appreciation of the club and that of the entire comunity for the leadership you have given in the religious, cultureal and business life of the State. What were your feelings when you received this plaque--so richly deserved?"
And what Paul Marvin Brown, Jr., said to me, will remain bright, fresh and undimmed, in that best and safest of regions, the human mind and heart.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
I just have to get this off my chest and this is the last comment I am ever going to make about it.
The food policy at our Pre-School is CRAZY!!!!!
Rule #1--You can't bring food for the class unless it is store bought, sealed with the label on it stating it is tree nut free.
Fine. I completely understand this one. People have allergies.
Rule #2--You can't bring in your own lunch tree nut products.
Fine. I understand this one as well. Some people's allergies are bad enough that smelling it is enough.
Rule #3--You must must the package or cut out the label of the food you are sending if it is even remotely questionable of having or being processed in a tree nut environment.
I have succumbed to this and am now over it. Whatever...my boxes have holes all in them.
Rule #4--You may not bring anything homemade for your own child's lunch even if you include the label of all the ingredients used and there is no indication of a tree nut product anywhere.
WHAT???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? It's for MY child and it is TREE NUT FREE!!!!!!! GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!!!!
There. I am done ranting, but this is RIDONCULUS!!!!!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Cavett went to the Doctor today for his 5 year old check-up. He was so grown up about it answering the checklist of questions that the nurse asked him. Things like: What is your address? Phone number? Do you know about 911? Do you know your alphabet?
My favorite was when he asked, "Do you ride a bike?" Cavett's response was, "I ride my Spider Man bike with training wheels and that is just fine." He used the most adult hand gestures and it was just too funny.
He is 42" tall--40% and 41.5 lbs.--60%. BMI of 80%, but she was fine with that, he is not fat at all. He will be having surgery on his herniated belly button sometime during the next year though.
She said he's ready for Kindergarden. Let's hope I am.
Kendrick is becoming very independent. On the way to school yesterday, he took off his shoes in the car. I handed them back to him and asked him to put them on and he did it. When I picked Kendrick up from school his teacher told me that when he got up from his nap, he tee-teed in the potty! I said, "Are you kidding me?" You see, he hasn't been truly interested in the idea at all. He likes to flush it; he likes to unroll the paper; he likes to sit on it (sort of), but he can't get anything to come out. Not a drop. So, we did a dance and I praised him sufficently that he is interested in it now. He came home and tried again, but to no avail. He was also frustrated and didn't want to put his pants on, so I told him to do it himself. This pleased him just fine, as he got the on and came to show me. Oh well if they were backwards.
After getting home from errands this morning, he goes to his room and proceeds to strip down. His teacher had taught him an easier way to stand and hold himself up. So, for an hour and a half we rotated through drinking water, reading a book and trying to go. I was getting tired of it after an hour and nearly gave up. At one point he said, "Go away!" I went around the corner and he did it! Got on the wall and floor, but he was close. He just needed some privacy.
He got to put on underware and made it through lunch, but didn't make it back to the potty in time. He's on the right track now and he will learn. I guess I need to now get my brain in gear and keep at it.