Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Going to Utah/Jedziemy do Utah

June 23, 2008

 

My wonderful mother in law, Nancy, asked us to come and visit our family in Utah, and she gave us money towards the tickets.  After many long hours bidding on tickets on priceline.com, we found some tickets and we are flying out to Utah this Thursday.  We will stay in Utah until the 24th of July. 

 

Josh is unfortunately not coming with us.  He has to go to Ft Bragg in North Carolina to deliver babies for a month.  He will get to deliver about 40 babies while he is there.   During residency Josh only gets 10 days off per year and he doesn't exactly get to choose which days he has off.  So it's not really possible for him to vacation.

 

I'm sending some more family pictures.  The first are a couple from a graduation dinner that Josh had to go to.  It was a very expensive mandatory dinner that we had to pay for and the food wasn't very good.  But Josh sure looked handsome in his uniform.  So I thought you'd appreciate the photo.

 

The next couple pictures are of Nephi and Grace "working" in our garden, and the next two are of us going fishing right by our house.  There are lots of fish in the lake here, but they only like to nibble on our bait and they are careful to avoid the hook!  We only caught one fish so far.

 

The last couple of photos are at the pool.  Isaiah is doing a graceful dive.  Grace does not like to go to the pool much.  The only time she is happy there is if she is sleeping or going home.  Sometimes she likes to splash in the kiddie pool but not for long.  Enjoy the pictures!!

 

Sylwia

 

23 Czerwiec 2008

 

W ten czwartek jedziemy do Utah.  Moja tesciowa dala nam pieniadze na bilety wiec lecimy samolotem.  Josh nie moze z nami jechac bo on musi jechac na miesiac do stanu North Carolina gdzie on bedzie pracowal jako polorznik.  On "odbierze" (nie wiem jak to sie mowi po polsku) oko 40 dzieci. 

 

Zreszta przez nastepne 3 lata moj maz tylko dostaje 10 dni wakacji na rok i on tez nie wybiera kiedy on moze wykorzystac te 10 dni wolnych.  Dyrektor jego programu to wybiera.  Wiec on nie moze z nami jechac na wakacje.

 

Przesylam kilka rodzinnych zdjec.  Pierwsze dwa zdjecia sa z takiego waznego obiadu gdzie moj maz msial isc.  Byl bardzo drogi obiad ale wcale nie smaczny.  Ale zato moj maz bardzo ladnie wyglada w swoim mundurze.

 

W nastepnych dwuch zdjeciach Nefi i Grace pracjua w naszym ogrodku.  A w nastepnych cala  rodzina idzie na ryby tu obok naszego domu.  Niestey choc jest wiele ryb w tym jeziorze, one nie daja sie zlowic.  Tylko raz ja tu zlapalam rybe.

 

Ostatnie dwa zdjecia sa a basenu.  Isaiah bardzo ladnie nurkuje, a Grace to nie lubi basenu.  Tylko lubi tam spac albo isc do domu.  Nieraz kilka minut bawi sie w wodzie ale bardzo krotko.

 

Sylwia

 

 


Released from Prison/Wypuszczeni z Wiezienia


June 1, 2008

 

Released from Prison

 

May 23 was the last day of school for Samuel and Isaiah.  Their elementary school is called Freedom Park Elementary, but they like to call it Prison Park Elementary.  No talking is allowed in class, in the hall, or at lunch.  Also there is no scheduled recess.  If a teacher chooses to give the kids recess, she may, but most of the time there is no recess, my kids were lucky if they had recess once per month.  At school the kids are expected to sit quietly at their desks and do their work.  I suppose school was like that in the old days, but then again, school did not last 7 hours like it does now. 

 

In spite of the rigorous circumstances, Samuel and Isaiah did very well in school.  Samuel survived school days by bringing a thick book to school and quietly reading at his desk about 500 pages per day.  He earned all A's and had the highest class average without even trying. 

 

Recently Samuel was jumping on the trampoline with Josh, and Josh landed on Samuel's leg.   This happened in the evening and Josh had to be at work at 4:30 am the next day, so I decided to take Samuel to the ER to have his ankle X-rayed.  It looked all twisted and deformed and swollen.  Both Josh and I thought that it was broken.  As it turned out, it was not broken but the ER doctor said it was the worst sprain that he had ever seen.  For three weeks Samuel was on crutches and now he is finally limping around on his own legs.  The doctor said he would be very surprised if Samuel's ankle heeled in a month.  You can see Samuel receiving his school medals and trophy on crutches. 

 

Isaiah was very lucky at Prison Park Elementary because he got to have the only nice teacher in the school. Mrs. Tara Geoque was always sweet and she really loved all the kids in her class.  Isaiah also earned all A's and was very close to having the highest class average.  But he mostly went to school to see his friends, to have fun and to cheer everyone up.  Isaiah also sprained his foot on the trampoline, but it nothing like Samuel's.  He limped on it right away, and it got better in one week.  On the pictures Isaiah is receiving his awards, is standing next to his sweet teacher and is eating cake with Grace in his class. 

 

My kids are very excited to be home during the summer.  Everyday they play with their friends Dillon and Zach, most days we go swimming the outdoor pool here at Fort Gordon. At night they read or listen to audio books. Also the boys love to bounce on the trampoline with the sprinkler underneath them to get them wet.  Yes, even with their sprained ankles.  They simply jumped on the other foot.  It is already 100 degrees everyday here.  We already eat tomatoes and cucumbers from our garden everyday.  On the pictures the kids are swimming at the base pool or in the kiddie pool in the backyard with their friends.

 

Nephi is still 3 years old and last week he learned how to swim in deep water during his swimming class.  He especially likes to jump off the diving board now!!!

 

Sylwia

 

1 Czerwiec 2008

 

Wypuszczeni z Wiezienia

 

23 Maja moje dzieci skonczyly szkole.  Ich szkola sie nazywa "Podstawowa Szkola Wolnosci" ale moje dzieci nazywaja ta szkole "Podstawowa Szkola Wiezienia".  Nie wolno dzieciom rozmawiac w klasie, lub w czasie obiadu, ani nawet na korytarzu.  Tez ta szkola nie daje dzieciom zadnych przerw.  Raz na miesiac, lub raz na dwa miesiaca, dzieci moje mialy pszerwe.  Cale dnie dzieci musialy ciocho siedziec i sie uczyc.  Tak pewnie tez dzieci musialy sie zachowywac w starodawnych czasach, ale wtedy szkola nie trwala 7 godzin na dzien. 

 

Choc szkola moich dzieci jest bardzo rygorystychna, moje dzieci i tak mialy w niej sukces.  Samuel wytrwal szole przez to ze przynosil codziennie gruba ksiazke do klasy i codziennie czytal okolo 500 stron.  Samuel dostal same piatki i tez mial najlepsze stopnie z calej swojej klasy choc on nawet sie nie staral, wolal czytac.  Za najlepsze stopnie dostal pod koniec roku medale i trofeum. 

 

Kilka tygodni temu jak Samuel skakal z Joszem na trampolinie, i Josh upadl na Samuela noge i Samuela noga sie wykrecila i bardzo spuchla.  Wygladala na to aby byla zlamana.  Moj maz musial isc spac bo mial pracowac nastepnego dnia o 4 rano, wiec ja poszlam z Samuelem do szpitala aby przeswietlic mu noge. 

 

Kostka nie byla zlamana, ale lekarz mi powiedzial ze to jest najgorsze zwichniencie jakie on kiedykolwiec widzial.  Samuel musial chodzic na kulach przez 3 tygodnie i do dzisial kuleje.  Na zdjeciach w szkole on odbiera medale i trofeum na kulach.

 

Isaiah w szkole mial jedyna mila nauczycielke w tej szkole.  Ona bardzo kochala wszytkie dzieci w klasie i byla do nich bardzo mila.  Isaiah tez mial same piatki i mial prawie najlepsze oceny z calej klasy, ale on chodzil do szkoly aby bawic sie ze swoimi kolegami i aby wszytkich rozweselac.  To jest jego osobowosc.  Isaiah tez sobie zwichna kostke ale to nie bylo takie okropne zwichniecie jak Samuela.  On od razu mogl na nodze chodzic i po tygodniu kostka mu sie wyleczyla.  Na zdjeciu Isaiah dostaje swoje medale, jest z nauczycielka, i je ciasto z Grace w klasie. 

 

Moje dzieci bardzo sie ciesza ze juz jest lato.  Codziennia bawia sie ze swoimi kolegami Zach i Dillon.  Prawie codziennie chodzimy plywac na basen tu na bazie.  Tez codziennie dzieci skacza na trampolinie, nawet jak mieli zwichniete kostki.  Po prostu na innej nodze skakali.  Od polowy maja u nas jest 37 stopni celciusza codziennie.  Juz jemy codziennia pomidory i ogorki z naszego ogrodka.  Na zdjeciach dzieci plywaja na basenie i tez bawia sie w wodzie o ogrodzeniu domu ze swoimi kolegami.

 

Nefi nadal ma tylko 3 lata, ale w ostanim tygodniu on sie nauczyl plywac w swojej klasie plywania.  Teraz bardzo on lubi skakac z deski do nurkowania!!!

 

Sylwia


Marine Mud Challenge/Wyscig Blota

June 18, 2008

 

Marine Mud Challenge

 

Last Saturday my friends Ashley, Erica, Staci and I "ran" in the 4.5 mile Marine Mud Challenge.  It was a long and hard obstacle course through the mud.   Everyone had to run as a team of four and help each other climb over many high walls and other obstacles.  We called our team the "Desperate Housewives" Ashley and Erica were speedy and energetic, while Staci and I were the true sluggish Desperate Housewives.  We had a blast!  And we didn't even come in last.  There were plenty of people behind us.  I didn't dare bring my camera along because there were several water pits to get through, and I didn't want it to get wet.  So I don't have many pictures of the race itself.

 

Samuel Isaiah and Nephi got to do the kids 1 mile obstacle course. Samuel jogged in spite of his ever healing ankle .  Isaiah stayed with Nephi the whole time. It was really sweet to see him help his little brother along.  After the run, the boys especially enjoyed being sprayed with water by the fire truck.  They got a dog tag as a reward.  I got a t-shirt.

 

Unfortunately Josh had to work in the morning, but he showed up right after both races and together we returned to my favorite muddy pit to swim and do that obstacle over again, and again, and again.  Josh took lots of picture of us there. 

 

Sylwia

 

18 Czerwiec 2008

 

Wyscig Blota

 

W ostatnia sobote ja i trzy moje kolerzanki bieglysmy w 7,2 km wyscigu ktory sie nazywal "Wyscig Blota Zolnierzy Morskiej Piechoty".  To nie byl dokladnie bieg, ale trzeba bylo przechodzic przez rozne przeszkody.  Niektore przeszkody to byly wysokie sciany a niektore to byly wielkie zbiorniki blota.  Wszycy musiely biec jako druzyna 4 osob.  Jedna drugiej musialysmy pomagac wspinac sie na sciany.  To byla bardzo fajna zabawa.  Nazwalysmy nasza druzyne "Rozpaczliwe Gospodynie Domowe".  Moje kolezanki Ashley i Erica sybko biegly and ja i Staci to bylysmy troche powolne i rozpaczliwe.  Ale nie skonczylismy na koncu.  Jeszcze bylo kilka ludzi za nami.  Nie chcialam zmoczyc mojego aparatu do zdjec, wiec nie mam wiele zdjec z wyscigu. 

 

Samuel Isaiah i nawet Nephi tez brali udzial w wyscigu dla dzieci ktory by 1,6 km.  Samuel biegl choc nadal jego kostka sie goji.  A Isaiah caly czas pomagal Nefiemu, zeby Nefi nie bylm sam na koncu bo chyba byl najmlodszym dzieckiem w wyscigu.  On ma tylko 3 lata.  Bardzo milo i slodko Isaiah mu pomagal.  Po bieganiu dzieci bardzo dobrze sie bawili w wodzie ktora byla wytryskiwana przez starz pozarna.  Dzieci dostaly takie wojskowe lancuchy jake nagrode.  Ja dostalam koszulke.

 

Niestety moj maz musial pracowac rano w sobote podczas naszego wyscigu.  Ale przjechad pod koniec nas odebrac.  Tez razem poszlimy do mojej ulubionej przeszkody aby plywac w blocie i jesze wiele razy przejsc prze te przeszkode.  Josh tam nam zrobil wiele zdjec.

 

Sylwia 


My Mothers/Moje Matki

May 10, 2008

 
MY MOTHERS
 
My Mother and I Came From Poland

 
Ever since I can remember I have always loved my mother.  My earliest
memory of her is when she got into a car that was supposed to drive
her to the airport because she was going to work in Sweden for a few
months.  I was devastated and I cried and ran after the car.  I was
very scared to be without my mom….
 
Because I don't have a very good long term memory, I have very few
memories of my early childhood.  My more vivid memories start at age
11 when we came to the United States.  Those were traumatic years in
my life, and I have often talked about them, so my memories from that
time are much more clear.
 
We came to the United States to Texas in 1985, during a recession.  My
parents found jobs at a factory for 3 dollars and 35 cents per hour.
We were very poor and since we didn't speak English we were often
mistreated.  We didn't have a car and my mom had to walk for over an
hour to work and back, sometimes even at night.  Bad things happened
at work and during her walks home, and soon my mother was laid off
from work.
 
Things were not happy at home either.  Due to the stresses of living
in a new country my father became verbally, emotionally, and even
physically abusive.  It was around this time that my mother started
telling me about the people that were always following her.
 
I was very intrigued and somewhat scared at first.  But soon my mother
began to tell me about chips in the walls and in the phone that were
recording our voices and filming our movements.  Not long after that,
she told me about devices implanted in her head and chest that caused
her terrible pain and tormented her.  Daily she screamed and cried
because of her fear and pain.  I felt scared and hopeless.  I wanted
to help my mother but I did not know how.
 
Often I escaped from the house to hang out with shabby "friends".  My
associations with them and their ways made me even more depressed, and
I began to pray that I would just die.
 
Then one day as my sister and I were watching TV, we saw a commercial
about Another Testament of Jesus Christ called the Book of Mormon.  We
were very intrigued that a book, other than the Bible, claimed to have
an account of the appearance of Jesus.  My sister asked me to call the
number on the screen and order the book, but I insisted that she do
it.  Sometime later my sister and I found out that we both had called
and ordered the book without either of us knowing that the other one
of us called as well.
 
Katie, My Missionary Mom
 
After three miserable years in the United States, one sunny day, I heard a knock on the door.  When I opened the door I saw two
beautiful young ladies smiling at me.  They said that they had come to
deliver the Book of Mormon and asked if they could stay and teach me
about the gospel of Jesus Christ.  As they came in and began to talk,
my sister Kina came out of the bedroom, and as we listened, Kinga and I
began to do something we hadn't done in three years.  We began
smiling.  When the lovely missionaries left, my sister and I commented
to each other how our cheeks hurt from smiling because we had not used
those smiling muscles for so long and because we could not stop
smiling. That was the first time in my life that I felt the calming
and the gladdening power of the Holy Ghost.
 
Katie Phelps (now Katie Kunzelman) was one of my missionaries who
introduced me to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  But
she was much more than just my missionary.  She was my friend and
mentor and she even included me in her family.  When it was time for
me to get baptized, she called her father in California to come out to
Texas and perform the baptism.
 
When Katie ended her mission and went to college in Utah, she invited
me and my sister to come live with her and her new husband, so that we
could have a safe peaceful home to grow up in.  Katie's family sent
money to buy us nice clothes to replace the ragged Heavy Metal T-shirt
we wore before joining the church.  When I finally came out to Utah a
few years later, Katie had moved, and I was homeless sleeping in my
car.  Katie's sister, Sam, took me into her home where I lived with
her and her husband for a while.
 
I sometimes wonder why God has always taken notice of me and my needs.
At a time when my mother was "unavailable" to teach and nurture me,
God sent others to mother me.   God first commissioned Katie to teach
and nurture me and set my life on the path of happiness.   Though my
circumstances did not change immediately, gone were my hopelessness
and despair.
 
 
Sister Pieper, My Visiting Teaching Mom
 
After living in Texas for three miserable years, my family moved to
Falls Church Virginia, near the Washington DC area.  My father was
hoping to find a job in the east, where the economy was slightly
better.  He began to work in construction and he managed to pay the
bills.  I was 14 years old and a new member of the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter Day Saints.  Whenever a new person joins this church,
the old time church members are assigned to fellowship the new member.
Diana Pieper was assigned to care for me and for my sister Kinga.  We
called Diana Pieper, Sister Pieper, as is the custom in our church to
call everyone brother and sister, especially your elders.
 
Sister Pieper served us far beyond her call of duty.  She loved and
cared for us much like a mother.  Often we ate at her house and sat
around and talked about our lives.  Sister Pieper was the first person
who told us that we lived in a dysfunctional house and that our life
was not ideal.  This really surprised me because I always assumed that
everyone lived in a place where they felt worried, nervous, and
scared.
 
Once, some friends and I gathered over at sister Pieper's house for a
bike ride.  During the bike ride I flipped over my handle bars and
landed on a gravel path on my face.  I was pretty beat up and in
danger of a concussion.  Sister Pieper drove me to the hospital and
proceeded to call my parents.  I was terrified.  I did not want my
father to know about my accident, because it was his habit to hit us
and scream at us whenever we got hurt.  In order to receive treatment in the
hospital, however, my father had to be notified.  When I told sister
Pieper about my fears, she was not afraid.  She called my father and
explained to him how he was allowed to act at the hospital.  From the hospital she took me into her home so that I could recuperate in a safe place.
When I got home a few days later, I was no longer afraid; I knew that
I could always flee to sister Pieper's, and that sister Pieper had
warned my father not to act violently.
 
Sister Pieper also helped us to get rid of many of my mother's cats.
A lot of mentally ill women collect cats.  My mom started out with
just one cat, Muszka, but Muszka kept getting pregnant and
multiplying.  We lived in a 1 bedroom apartment with 4 people and 7
cats.  My father refused to contribute any money for the cat litter
and often the cats peed on our clothes or on the floor.  Sometimes I
smelled like cat urine at school.
 
During this time my mother was very mentally ill.  She was home most
of the day screaming and caring for her cats.  She was very attached
to all of her cats and would not let us give them away.  So sister
Pieper, my sister Kinga, and I came up with a plan to get rid of the
cats.
 
 
It was my job to throw a cat out the window in the split second when
my mother wasn't watching.  My sister Kinga's job was to catch the cat
at the bottom of our 3 story apartment building, and run with the cat
to the parking lot.  Sister Pieper's job was to sit in a running car
and to drive off as soon as a cat was deposited into her back seat.
The plan worked beautifully.  Over the next few months we got rid of
all the cats, except for Muszka, my mom's first and favorite cat.
 
Sister Pieper also taught me how to drive and helped me buy a car.
She did this just in time, because soon after I got my car, my father
announced that he had found a girlfriend that he would be moving in
with her.  He told us that my mother and I would have to find another
place to live.  I was 16 years old at that time.  My sister Kinga, who
was 18, had moved to Utah several months earlier to live with Katie.
When I prayed to the Lord to find out where I should go, I felt that I
needed to move to Utah as well.
 
While I was packing my car to head to Utah with my mother and her cat,
my father showed up to inquire where we were going.  I told him we
were going to Utah.  He said that if we were traveling that far, that
we probably needed gas money, so he gave me 600 dollars.  I was set to
continue on my journey.
 
Sandy, A Mom Who Took Me In
 
My mother and I never made it to Utah in one piece.  In Dinosaur,
Colorado, my mom decided that the mafia was much too powerful in the
state of Utah.  She claimed that if she crossed the border into Utah,
the Mormons would persecute her and liquefy her brain.  So my mother
fled from the car and started living homeless on a desert hill in
Craig, Colorado (to make a very long story short).
 
Meanwhile my sister Kinga had signed us up for Girl's Camp in Provo,
Utah.  I thought that was ridiculous.  We had just been camping out
for several weeks in Colorado trying to convince my mother to come
with us to Utah, with no success.  But to Girls' Camp we went, thanks
to my sister, and that's where we met Sandy.
 
Sandy loved us and wanted to mother us from the night she first heard
me speak about my life.  When she came home from camp, she asked her
husband Steve and her four sons if it would be ok if she invited us to
live with them.  They unanimously agreed, even though they had a small
house and were struggling financially.
 
For the first time in my life I had the opportunity to live in a
functional home with a loving and peaceful family.  The lessons that I
learned in Steve and Sandy's home will forever be priceless.  Each day
we stared with prayer and scripture study, each night we read books
and stayed up and talked about our day.  Each Monday we enjoyed family
time, and each Sunday, Steve baked a dozen loafs bread to eat, and
each Saturday we did our chores and gardened together as a family.
 
Then one night we got a call.  It was my mother calling to say goodbye
because she was starving to death on the streets of Denver, Colorado.
My sister and I quickly jumped in the car and drove to find her.  When
we saw her, she was half dead.  Her skin was burnt by sun, her body
was slim and withered, and she could hardly move.  This time she did
not have strength to protest as we drove her to Utah to Sandy's house.
 
Sandy nourished my mother back to health.  But as my mother's
physical strength returned, so did the devils that tormented her mind.
She screamed and raved all day and night, and Sandy's family had to
hide at their neighbors' homes to get some peace.
 
I prayed to the Lord for direction, and He told me to take my mother
back to Poland.  So at the age of 17, I left the comforts of Sandy's
home, and with my mother I flew to Poland to find healing.  But that's
another story.
 
As I struggled in Poland to survive, one thought always brought me
comfort.  In Utah I had a family, and another mother Sandy who loved
me and prayed for me.
 
 
My Mother's Example
 
After enduring many trials and tribulations in Poland, my mother had a
priesthood blessing that was administered by some missionaries from my
church.  In the blessing my mother was promised that the devils that
had possessed her mind would leave and that she would be blessed to
function.  Ever since that blessing, my mother has gotten better every
day of her life.
 
She now holds a job, owns a house, and cultivates a garden.  Sometimes
she is even grateful for her unfulfilled dreams because she says that
her life has enabled her to have faith in God and that she has
developed gratitude for the things she has been blessed with.
 
Even though during a long period of my life my mother was sick, she
has always been a great example to me.  I will list just a couple of
examples.
 
A few years ago my mother went to Poland for two years to take care of
her aging mother.  I rented out some of the rooms in my house, so that
I could send her $200 or $300 per month to live on.  She told me that
was sufficient and that she was getting along fine.  A friend of mine,
however, went to visit my mom in Poland and reported that my mom lived
in dire conditions.  Even though her apartment was clean and new, it
did not have a single piece of furniture.   My mom slept on a tile
floor.  She also had very little food.  I was outraged and I called my
mother to ask why she was living so poorly.  She told me that she had
run into a childhood friend with a lung disease who was out of work,
as was his wife.  They had a child and they were starving.  Also, they
could not afford to buy coal to heat their home in the winter.  My
mother had saved every penny that she could from what I sent her, to
buy food and coal for this family.  Every month she would help them,
because she said they were much more needy than she.  To this day, my
mom buys the yearly supply of coal for this family.


Another time my sister Kinga, had her brother in law, Brad, staying
with her.  Brad has had a hard life himself, and for a long time he
was a drifter.  He was not very responsible and lived with one friend
after another.  Brad also smoked, had a Mohawk, and many body
piercings and tattoos.  While he was living with my sister, Kinga and
I often resented him for his lack of motivation and we often
complained about him.  But never my mother.  She always loved him and
said that deep down he is a good person.  For Christmas she invited
him to her house and bought him presents.  I was shocked.  It never
occurred to me to show that much kindness to this poor lost soul.  But
right away it occurred to my mother...
 
It is clear that God esteems mothers above all others, because to them
he entrusts the care of his children.  Often when our natural mothers
are not available, God puts other women in our path to mother us.  I
will always be grateful to Him for my mother and for her example, and
for the other mothers in my life.
 
Sylwia Hardman

 

I have attached the pictures of my mother figures in the following order:
 
1)My Mother and I in Poland
2)Katie, my missionary
3)Sister Pieper, my visiting teacher
4) Sandy, who took me in
5)A recent photo of my mom

 

 

 

10 Maj 2008

 

MOJE MATKI

 

Moja Mama i Ja Pzyjechalysmy z Polski

 

Ja zawsze kochalam moja mame.  Jak bylam bardzo mala pamietam ze moja mama wyjechala do Szwecji pracowac.  Jak ktos ja odebral samochodem zeby ja zawiesc na lotnisko to ja pamietam ze ja bieglam za tym samochodem i plakalam.  Bardzo sie balam byc bez mamy…

 

Ja nie mam dobrej pamieci, wiec ja nie pamietam wiekszosc mojego dziecinstwa.  Moja wyrazniesza pamiec zaczyna sie jak mialam 11 lat.  Wtedy przyjechalismy do Ameryki i mielismy bardzo ciezkie zycie i moze tez dlatego pamietam te wydarzenia.  Tez czesto ludzie mnie pytali o moim doswiadczeniu emigracji wiec czesto o tym opowiadalam.  To tez pewnie pomoglo mi te wydarzenia zapamietac. 

 

Przyjechalismy do Ameryki do Teksasu w roku 1985, wczasie jak w Ameryce byla recesja.  Moi rodzice znalezli prace za 3 dolary i 35 centow na godzine.  Bylismy bardzo biedni i nie umielismy Angielskiego, wiec wiele ludzi nas zle traktowalo.  Nie mielismy samochodu, i moja mama musiala chodzic do pracy na piechote 1 ½ godzin w jedna strone, nawet w nocy.  Ona miala wiele nieprzyjemnych doswiadczen w pracy i jak wracala w nocy do domu na piechote.  Takrze po kilku miesiacach moja mama stracila prace. 

 

W domu tez nie zylismy szczesliwie.  Przez to ciezkie zycie w Ameryce moj ojciec mial duzo stresu, i zaczol duzo na nas krzyczec i nas bic.  W tym czasie moja mama zaczela nam opowiadac o ludziach ktorzy ja niby zawsze sledzili.

 

Na poczatku jej opowiesci mnie interesowaly i nawet straszyly.  Ale moja mama potem zaczela mi opowiadac o roznych malych kamerach i mikrofonach schowanych w naszym telefonie i w scianach ktore nas podsluchiwaly.  Potem mama zeczela mi opowiadac ze "ktos jej wszyl" te mikrofony w glowe i w klatke piersiowa i ze to ja torturowalo.  Coziennie ona krzyczala i plakala bo miala wiele bulu i sie bardzo bala. 

 

Ja zaczelam sie bardzo o moja mame bac, ale bylam bez nadzieji.  Nie wiedzialam jak jej pomoc.

Czesto zaczelam uciekac z domu i spedzac czas z niegodziwymi "przyjaciolmi".  Przez ich przyklad i wyplyw na moje zycie, wpadlam w depresje, i zaczelam sie modlic tylko o smierc.

 

Jednego dnia Kinga i ja ogladalysmy telewizje.  Zobaczylysmy reklame o jeszcze jednym testamencie Jezusa Chrystusa, ktory nazywa sie Ksiega Mormona.  Bylysmy zaskoczone ze jest inna ksiazka od Bibli w kotrej jest opisane pokazanie sie Jezusa.  Kinga mnie poprosila abym ja zadzwonila pod numer na relkamie aby zdobyc te ksiazke.  Ja powiedzialam jej aby ona zadzwonila.  Pozniej Kinga i ja dowiedzialysmy sie ze i ona i ja zadzwonilysmy pod ten number i poprosilysmy o ksiazke.

 

Katie, Moja Mama Misjonarka

 

Po trzech okropnych latach w Ameryce, jednego slonecznego dnia ktos zapukal do naszych drzwi.  Jak ja otworzylam drzwi to zobaczyla dwie piekne mlode usmiechniete dziewczyny.  One powiedzialy ze przyszly dostarczyc nam Ksiege Mormona.  Zapytaly sie czy mogly by wesc do naszego domu i nauczyc nas o ewangeli Jezusa Chrystusa.  Ja je wposcilam i jak one zaczely mnie uczyc, to Kinga tez weszla do pokoju i zeczela sluchac.  Jak tak tych misjonarek sluchalysmy to zeczelysmy sie usmiechac pierwszy raz od przyjazdu do Ameryki.  Jak misjonarki skonczyly lekcje i poszly do domu, Kinga i ja zauwarzylysmy ze tak dlugo sie usmiechalysmy az nas policzki bolaly.  To byl pierwszy rak jak poczulysmy moc Ducha Swietego ktory nas uspakaja i uszczesliwia. 

 

Jedna z tych misjonarek nazywala sie Katie Phelps.  Ona mnie i Kinge nauczyla o Kosciele Jezusa Chrystusa Swietych Dni Ostatnich.  Ale Katie nie byla tylko misjonarka dla nas.  Ona takrze byla i jest nasza przyjaciolka.  Nawet jej rodzina mnie i Kinge przygarnela jak bylysmy mlode.  Katie ojciec przyjechal do Teksasu z Kaliforni i mnie ochrzcil.  Jak Katie skonczyla misje i pojechala na studja do Utah, to ona i jej maz zaprosili mnie i Kinge  z nimi mieszkac abysmy mialy szanse zyc w spokojnym domu.  Kinga z nimi mieszkala.  Tez Katie rodzina przeslala nam pieniadze abysmy mogly sobie kupic nowe ladne ubrania, a nie nosic stare oberwane koszule.  Rok pozniej jak ja przyjechalam do Utah, to Katie juz tam nie mieszkala.  Ja bylam bezdomna i spalam w moim samochodzie.  Jak Katie siostra Samantha sie o tym dowiedziala to zaprosilam mnie abym z nia i z jej mezem mieszkala przez jakis czas, i tak tez sie stalo. 

 

Nieraz mysle o tym ze Bog zawsze o mnie i moje potrzeby sie troszczyl.   W okresie mojego zycia kiedy mojej mamy psychika nie byla sprawna, Bog przyslal mi inne kobiety aby wypelnialy role mojej matki.  Bog najpierw wybral Katie aby mnie uczyla, odrzywiala, i postawila moje nogi na scieszce szczescia.  Choc moja sytuacja od razu sie nie zmienila, od czasu spotkania Katie nie mialam depresji; zato mialam nadzieje.   

 

Siostra Pieper, Moja Mama w Kosciele

 

Po trzez niemilych latach w Teksasie przeprowadzilismy sie do stanu Virginia obok stolicy Washington, D.C.  Moj ojciec tam pierwszy pojechal aby znalesc prace, bo w tym stanie sytuacja ekonomiczna byla lepsza.  Podjol prace na budowli i mial wystarczajaca pieniedzy aby placic za rachunki. 

 

Ja wtedy mialam 14 lat, i bylam nowo ochrzczonym czlonkiem mojego kosicola.  Jak ktos przytepuje do kosciola Jezusa Chrystusa Swietych Dni Osatnich, to starsi czlonkowie sa wybrani aby sie nowym czlonkiem opiekowac.  Pani Diana Pieper byla nasza opiekunka.  Kinga i ja nazywalysmy ja, siostra Pieper, bo w kosciele zwracamy sie jeden do drugiego jako brat, lub siostra, szczegolnie jak rozmawiamy z kims starszym od nas. 

 

Siostra Pieper opiekowala sie nami duzo wiecej poza jej zadaniem.  Ona nas kochala i byla nasza zastepcza matka.  Czesto jadlysmy u niej obiad, i rozmawialsymy razem on naszym zyciu.  Siostra Pieper byla pierwsza osoba ktora nam powiedziala ze nasza rodzina nie funkcjonowala tak jak powinna.  To mnie zaskoczylo bo ja myslalam ze kazdy w swojej rodzinie byl nerwowy, i pelen bulu. 

 

Raz, kolerzanki i ja wybralysmy sie na rowery.  Spotkalysmy sie u Siostry Pieper.  Podczas wycieczki, ja mialam straszyny wypadek.  Mocno upadlam na twarz i na glowe i musialam isc do szpitala.  Siostra Pieper mnie zawiozla do szpitala, ale musiala moich rodzicow zawiadomic aby dali zezwolenia na opieke lekarska.   Ja prosilam Siostre Pieper aby ona mojemy ojcu nic nie mowila, bo on nas zawsze bil jesli nam cos sie stalo.  Niestety szpital kazal go zawiadomic, wiec Siostra Pieper do niego zadzwonila i powiedziala mu jak on sie ma zachowywac w szpitalu.  Tez jak wyszlam ze szpitala, to poszlam do siostry Pieper domu abym mogla wyzdrowiedz w spokoju.  Jak wrocilam do domu to juz sie nie balam bo wiedzialam ze moge zawsze sie schowac w domu siostry Pieper, i ze ona zabronila mojemu ojcu byc agresywnym.

 

Pani Peiper tez pomogla nam zlikwidowac mojej mamy rozne koty.  Nie wiem jak to jest w Polsce, ale w Ameryce jak kobieta jest psychicznie chora, to czesto pszygarnia koty.  Moja mama najpierw miala jednego kota, ale ten kot zaczol sie mnorzyc i w krotce mielismy 7 kotow.  W tym czasie mieszkalismy w dwu pokojowym mieszkaniu, nas bylo 4 a kotow bylo 7. Moj ojciec nie chcial kupowac ani jedzenia ani piasku dla tych kotow.  Czesto koty sikaly na podloge lub na nasze ubrania.  Nieraz jak szlam do szkoly to pachnialam jak siki kotow. 

 

Z moja mama bylo bardzo zle.  Ona cale dnie plakala lub krzyczala i opiekowala sie kotami.  Ona bardzo kochala te swoje koty i nie pozwalala nam ich komus oddac.  Wiec sisotra Pieper i Kinga i ja zorganizowalismy plan aby jakos pozbyc sie tych kotow. 

 

Moim zadaniem bylo wyrzycic kota z okna drugiego pietra gdzie mieszkalismy kiedy moja mama nie widziala.  Kinga stala pod oknem i zlapala wyrzuconego kota.  Siostra Pieper czekala w samochodzie az Kinga jej kota do samochodu wlorzyla, i wtedy szybko odjechala.  Przez  nastepne kilka tygodni pozbylismy sie wszytkich kotow oprocz "Muszki", mojej mamy orginalnej i ulubionej kocicy.

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Siostra Pieper tez nauczula mnie prowadzic samochod i tez pomogla mi kupic samochod.  To bylo bardzo wazne, bo niedlugo po zalawtieniu samochodu, moj ojciec przyszedl do domu i powiedzial nam ze on sobie znalazl dziewczyne i ze on sie wyprowadza.  On zlikwidowal umowe na mieszkanie i zabral meble i powiedzial zebym sama sobie jakies miesce do mieszkania zalatwila.  Ja wtedy mialam 16 lat.  Kinga ktora miala 18 lat mieszkala w Utah najpierw z Katie, a potem z innymi ludzmi, jak Katie sie przeprowadzila do innego stanu. Ja sie pomodlilam i zapytalam Boga co mam zrobic.  Czulam ze powinnam tez pochejac do stanu Utah.

 

Jak pakowalam samochod aby jechac do Utah z moja mama i z jej kotem, moj ojciec przyszedl i zapytal gdzie ja jade.  Powiedzialam ze jede do Utah.  On powiedzial ze pewnie bede potrzebowala pieniadze na bezyne, i dal mi 600 dolarow.  To dalo mi mozliwosc kontynuowac moja wyprawe.

 

Sandy, Mama Co Mnie Przygarnela

 

Ja i moja mama nie dojechalysmy do Utah spokojnie.  Kinga przyjechala autobusem nas spotkac w stanie Colorado aby nam pomoc skonczyc nasza wyprawe. W miesjcu co sie nazywa Dinosaur, w stanie Colorado, moja mama uciekla nam z samochodu.  Powiedziala ze mafia ktora ja sledzi jest bardzo mocna w stanie Utah.  Powiedziala ze jesli ona pojedzie do Utah to mormoni ja beda sledzic i ze zjedza jej mozg.  Wiec mama nam uciekla i zaczela mieszkac na pustyni na gorze jako bezdomna osoba.  (to jest bardzo skrocona werzja tej historji).

 

W Utah Kinga nas zapisala do charcerzy i na wycieczke pod namioty.  Ja myslalam ze to jest niedouwierzenia.  Przez ostatnie kilka tygodni spalismy w samochodzie lub w namiocie w Colorado jak probawalysmy namowc mame aby przyjechala do Utah z nami.  A tu Kinga nas zapisala na nastepne namioty!  No ale pojechalysmy na te wycieczke i tam poznalysmy Sandy.

 

Od razu jak Sandy nas spotkala i uslyszala nasza historie to chciala nam pomoc i byc nasza zastepcza matka.  Jak Sandy wrocila do domu po wycieczce namiotowej, to zapytla sie swojego meza Steve, i jej 4 synow, czy by sie zgodzili abysmi z nimi mieszkali.  Wszyscy sie zgodzili, choc byli wtedy bardzo biedni i mieszkali w malutkim domu.

 

Pierwszy raz w zyciu ja mialam okazje zyc z normalna kochajaca i spokojna rodzina.  Bardzo duzo sie od tego doswiadczenia nauczylam, i to mi na codzien nawet teraz pomaga.  Codziennie zaczynalsimy dzien od rodzinnej modlitwy i czytania pisma swietego.  Wieczorem codziennie Sandy lub Steve nam ksiazki czytali i razem zesmy rozmawiali o naszym dniu.  W kazdy poniedzial mielismy czas rodzinny, a w kazda Niedziele Steve piekl 12 bochenkow chleba na tydzien do jedzenia.  W soboty wszyscy razem uprawialismy ogrod i sprzatalismy. 

 

Jednej nocy telefon nas obudzil.  Moja mama zadzwonila z miasta Denver, Colorado, i powiedziala nam ze ona z glodu umiera.  Kinga i ja odrazu wskoczylysmy w samochod ja uratowac.  Jak ja znalezlismy to mama wyglada jakby juz zmarla.  Ona byla kompletnie spalona przez slonce, byla okropnie chuda, i prawie sie nie ruszala.  Tym razem nie miala sily zaprotestowac jak ja zawiezlismy do Utah do domu Sandy. 

 

Sandy odrzywila maja mame spowrotem do zdrowia.  Ale jak mojej mamy cialo zaczelo byc znowu silne, to do jej muzgu wrocily diably.  Znowu zaczela cale dni i noce wrzeszczec i krzyczec.  Sandy z rodzina zaczeli spac u sasiadow aby sie od mojej mamy schowac.

 

Modlilam sie aby Bog mi powiedzial co ja mam z moja mama zrobic.  Bog mi powiedzial abym pojechala z mama do Polski.  Wiec jak mialam 17 lat to wrocialam do Polski aby mame wyleczyc.  Ale to jest inna historia.

 

Jak w Polsce walczylam aby przetrwac, jedna mysl zawsze mi dala spokoj.  W Utah ja mialam jeszcze jedna rodzine i jeszcze jedna matke ktora mnie kochala i o mnie sie modlila. 

 

Mojej Mamy Przyklad

 

Po wielu przygodach i probach w Polsce, moja mama byla uzdrowiona przez bogoslawienstwo od misjonarza w moim kosciele.  Podczas bogloslawienstwa wszytkie diably co opanowaly mojej mamy mozg byly wypedzone.  Ona tez byla blogoslawiona zeby od tego czasu mogla funkcjonowac.  Od tego blogoslawienstwa 18 lat temu, kazdegego dnia moja mama lepiej sie czula.

 

Teraz mama ma spokojna prace, ona ma swoj wlasny dom, i mama lubi uprawiac ogrodek i drzewa owocowe.   Codziennie mama chodzi do Gym plywac lub cwiczyc Yoge.  Nieraz mama nawet jest wdzieczna za to ze jej marzenia w zyciu nie byly wypelnione, bo mowi ze prez jej trodnosci ona ma wiecej wiary w Boga i jest bardzo wdzieczna Mu za te blogoslawienstwa ktore ma. 

 

Choc przez wiele lat mojego zycia moja mama byla chora, ona zawsze byla dobrym przykladem dla mnie. Napisze pare przykladow.

 

Kilka lat temu moja mama pojechala do Polski aby zajac sie swoja mama Ludmila.  Co miesiac ja wysylalam mojej mamie 200 lub 300 dolarow na zycie.  Mama mi powiedziala ze to jej wystarczalo.  Raz nasza znajoma z Niemiec przyjechala mame odwiedzic i mi powiedziala za mama mieszkala w strasznych warunkach.  Nic w mieszkaniu nie miala. Spala na kafelkowej podlodze.  Tez miala bardzo malo jedzenia.  Ja bylam zaskoczona i zadzwonilam do mamy i zapytalam dlaczego ona tak biednie zyla.  Mama mi powiedziala ze ona spotkala znajomego z jej dziecinstwa ktory stacil prace i jego zona tez stracila prace.  Oni mieli dziecko, i nie mieli jedzenia, i tez nie mieli pieniedzy na wegiel aby ogrzac swoje mieszkanie. 

 

Moja mama zaoszczedzila pieniadze ktore ja jej wysylalam i kupowala im jedzienie i tez kupila im wegiel.  Kazdego miesiaca im pomagala, bo powiedziala zo oni sa biedniejsi od niej.  Do tego dnia, raz na rok mama im kupuje wegiel raz  na rok. 

 

Innym razem, Kinga meza brat, Brad, mieszkal z Kinga.  Brad mial ciezkie dziecienstwo, i przez dlugi czas on byl wloczega.  On byl nieodpowiedzialny, i mieszkal albo z jednym kolega, albo z drugim.  Brad takrze palil papierosy, mial wlosy obciety jak punk, i mial bardzo duzo tatularzy i kolczykow na calym ciele.  Jak on mieszkal z Kinga, to ja czesto bylam zla na niego ze on nie mial zadnej motywacji, i ja i Kinga czesto na niego narzekalysmy.  

 

Ale moja mama zawsze go w swoim sercu kochala i nam mowila ze gleboko to on jest dobrym czlowiekiem.  Na Swieta Bozego Narodzenia mama go zaprosila do jej domu i kupila mu prezenty.  Ja bylam zaszokowana.  To mi nie pszyszlo do glowy aby byc taka mila do tego biednego zagubionego Brada.  Zato Mojej mamie to od razu pszyszlo do glowy…

 

Widac na to ze Bog uwarza matki za najwarzniejsze, bo im dal On zadanie zajmowania sie Jego dziecmi.  Czesto jak nasze wlasne matki nie maja mozliwosci nami sie zajac, Bog przysyla nam inne kobiety ktore sluza nam w roli matki.  Ja jestem na zawsze wdzieczna za moja mame i za jej przyklad, i tez jestem wdzieczna za wszytkie inney matki w moim zyciu.

 

Sylwia

 

Zalanczal zdjecia moich matek:

 

1) Moja mama i ja w Polsce

2) Katie, moja misjonarka

3) Siostra Pieper

4) Sandy ze swoim mezem i synami

5) Biezace zdjecie mojej mamy    

 




Good Better Best/To Co Dobre, Lepsze, i Najlepsze

April 28, 2008

 

Ever since we moved to our brand new home here in the Lakeview subdivision on Fort Gordon, we have been immensely happy.  All of our kids have good neighborhood friends; Samuel's best friend is Dillon, Isaiah's best friends are Zach and Camden, and Nephi's best friend is Nick.  Gracie likes to play with the next door neighbor's daughter Alexis.  We have wonderful neighbors and the weather for the past 6 months has been between 50 and 75 degrees. 

 

About the time that we moved to the brand new house, my church congregation got reorganized and we now have a very nice small ward (name for an LDS congregation).  I have lots of friends and I haven't had any cockroaches for the past 6 months.

 

We still miss Iowa, but we have found happiness in Georgia.  We are contemplating a trip in the summer to Iowa. One of the things that my husband really enjoyed in Iowa was his monthly guy get-togethers where he and his friends watched ultimate fighting and goofed off.  He started an ultimate fight watching group here in Georgia, but it's not nearly as fun as the evenings in Iowa.  Here, they just sit on the couch and watch.  In Iowa they boxed and wrestled and goofed off.  Last time they were shooting each other with a tazers after the show.  Josh sure misses the Hancock brothers in Iowa.

 

Josh is really enjoying his residency.  He is not overly busy like we were warned.  There is a month here and there that he works a lot of hours, but then the next month he has a regular 8-5 schedule plus a day of call.  Of course, no matter how many hours Josh works, he is always available to us.  He is never too tired to be cheerful or helpful, or to play with or read to the kids.  After 10 years of marriage, he is still the perfect husband and we still are living happily ever after. 

 

Josh and I just celebrated out 10th anniversary last week.  Our friend Joel and Dresden Bush watched our kids.  We ate at a southern Indian restaurant, watched "Vantage Point" at the dollar movie, and purchased 2 door handles for my car to repair the broken ones.  We had a very happy and relaxing evening.  Actually, any time that Josh and I spend together is pure bliss.  We both adore each other and we are even more in love now than we were 10 years ago.  There is nothing better in this world, or in the next, than a good and happy marriage.       

 

About 12 of my friends and I recently formed a biggest looser club.  We are having a blast walking, talking, exercising, and loosing weight together.  We call each other everyday and we also have a private blog where we post our ideas and frustrations.  Those of us, who wanted, contributed twenty dollars each for a prize for the one who will win our little contest of 12 weeks.  Who knew losing weight could be so much fun?!  We even have a personal trainer who tells us what to eat and teaches us how to exercise better.  I'm not doing his eating plan because we could only eat vegetables, eggs, and meat and we could not have any dairy, salt or sugar.  I can live without sugar just fine, but I "need" my salt and my home made bread.

 

The last few weeks I have been a bit busy, that's why I have slackened my hand and I did not write in my journal.  My kids had spring break and to celebrate a break from "Prison Park Elementary" we bough a trampoline.  The kids have been having a blast jumping with their friends, even though Isaiah recently sprained his ankle during rough play. 

 

Also during spring break we found a beautiful trail that leads to some sand dunes.  For hours the kids climbed up that sandy slopes and jumped from a high distance into the sand.  Even Nephi and Grace were not scared and joined in.  Enjoy the pictures from the sand dunes, the trampoline, with grandpa Lipinski, and Grace playing with her friend Alexis.  Grace is the smaller one in the picture.

 

During spring break, I put in a garden on the edge of the forest next to my house.  Last year my garden did not grow well.  But I'm not giving up.  I added lime to the soil and my sister Kinga send me a beneficial fungus that is supposed to make vegetables grow twice as big and absorb 300% more nutrients.  I will see if it will make a difference here in my "soil" that consists of pure sand. If you are interested in this fungus for your garden you can go to http://fungi.com/mycogrow/index.html

 

After spring break my father came to visit.  He bought Samuel and Isaiah brand new bikes that they are enjoying immensely.

 

Every six months my church holds a general conference where leaders of my church give us instructions on how to live better.  I reread the talks frequently.  One of the talks that continues to make an impression on me is entitled: Good Better Best.  In it, Elder Oaks points out that in today's world we have so many opportunities and choices and that we do not have the time to do it all.  Most of the time we make choices between good activities, better activities, or the best activities. 

 

I've experimented with this theory.  I've had days that I mostly filled with good things; other days I filled with better and best choices.    I have noticed that I'm very happy and not stressed when I mostly fill my day with better and best activities.  I have also noticed that when I only do "good" things, I tend to be down or stressed out.  I realize that this list is very personal and that overtime it will change especially when I do not have small children at home. It is not written in any particular order; I just numbered it so it would be easier to translate.

 

But anyway, I made a "Good Better Best" list for myself and I hung it on the wall.  It helps guide my days.

 

Good

 

1. Watch a good movie with my family

2. Read interesting things on the internet

3. Shop

4. Read the news

5. Comment on Blogs

6. Listen to the radio

7. Read good books

8. Take a nap

 

Better

 

1. Shower and make myself presentable

2. Garden

3. Clean the house

4. Throw junk out of my house

5. Organize

6. Exercise

7. Talk to friends or family

8. Go on a walk with a friend

9. Work on my church assignments

10. Cook a Healthy meal

11. Visit lonely and needy people

12. Pay bills and save money

13. Decorate my house

14. Organize and print my pictures

15. Drink lots of water

 

 

Best

 

1. Pray

2. Read books to the kids

3. Teach Nephi how to read

4. Read Scriptures with the kids

5. Read Scriptures to myself

6. Play outside/inside with my kids

7. Talk with Samuel and Isaiah

8. Make the kids laugh

9. Go to bed early/wake up early

10. Write in my journal

11. Write in the family journal

12. Talk one on one with my husband

13. Read Illustrated Scripture Stories to Nephi and Grace

14. Practice speech with Nephi

15. Sit down at mealtimes with my kids

16. Do one-on-one homework with my kids

17. Teach my kids how to clean by cleaning with them

18. Sing to or with my kids

 

Sylwia

 

 

28 Kwiecien 2008

 

To Co Dobre, Lepsze, i Najlepsze

 

W ostatnim Listopadzie przeprowadzilismy sie do nowego domu tu na bazie wojskowej.  Od tej przeprowadzki jestesmy bardzo tu w Georgia szczesliwi.  Nasze wszytkie dzieci maja tu duzo przyjaciol na osiedlu.  Samula najlepszy przyjaciel to Dillon.  Isaiah najlepsi przyjaciele to Zach i Camden.  Nefiego przyjaciel to Nick, a Grace lubi sie bawic z sasiadki coreczka Alexis.  Mamy wspanialych sasiadow i pogoda przez ostanie 6 miesiecy byla wysmienita; od 10 do 20 stopni celciusza.

 

W tym samym czasie jak sie przeprowadzilismy do nowego domu to nasza  gmina w kosciele byla na nowo zorganizowana.  Jaj nasz koscil ma za duzo  czlonkow, to jedna gmnia rodziela sie na dwie gminy.  Teraz mamy bardzo dobra mala gmine i ja tam mam wiele przyjaciol.

 

Nadal teskinimy za naszym ulubionym stanem Iowa, ale tez znalezlismy szczescie tu w stanie Georgia. Myslimy ze moze pojedziemy w lato do Iowa odwiedzic przyjaciol.  Chcielibysmy pojechac do Utah odwiedzic rodzine ale to 2 tysiace mil od nas, a Iowa to tylko 1 tysciac mil od nas.  Moj maz bardzo lubil w Iowa sie spotykac z kolegami i ogladac "Ultimate Fighting".  Tu w Georgia on tez ma grupe przyjaciol z ktorymi sie spotyka i razem te walki ogladaja.  Ale w Iowa po ogladani razem sie wyglupiali.  Nieraz sie boksowali, nieraz sie silowali, a ostatni raz to nawet sie strzelali takim elektrycznym pistoletem kotry pozyczyli od policjanta.  Moj maz bardzo testki za jego kolegami co organizowali te spotkania w Iowa. 

 

Josh bardzo lubi swoja prace w szpitalu.  Nie jest az tak zajety jak nam wszyscy obiecywali.  W niektore miesiace on pracuje bardzo duzo godzin, ale sa tez miesiace w kotre pracuje tylko od 8 do 17.  Nie wazne ile moj maz pracuje on zawsze ma czas na rodzine.  Zawsze bawi sie z dziecmi i czyta im ksiazki i kladzie ich spac.  Tez on jest zawsze pomocny i w dobrym humorze.  Po dziesiecu latach malrzenstwa, Josh nadal jest doskonalym mezem i ojcem.

 

Kilka dni temu wlasnie obchodzilismy nasza dziesiata rocznice malrzenstwa.  Dzieci poszly do znajomych a Josh i ja poszlismy na Idjanski obiad w restauracji i do kina na film "Vantage Point".  Tez kupilismy pare klamek do mojego samochodzu ktore sie niedawno zlamaly.  Bardzo milo i spokojnie spedzilismy razem wieczor.  Zreszta kazdy czas jaki razem spedzamy jest wysmienity.  Nawzajem bardzo sie kochamy, nawet wiecej niz 10 lat temu jak sie pobralismy.  Nie ma nic lepszego na tym swiecie, lub w niebie, niz szczesliwe malrzenstwo.

 

Okolo 12 kolezanek i ja zaczelismy taki klub cwiczenia i zdrowego jedzenia.  Bardzo fajnie sie razem spotykamy cwiczymy i nam waga spada.  Tez mamy blog na internecie na ktorym codziennie piszemy co jemy i jak nam idzie.  Kto chcial to dal 20 dolarow na prezent dla tej osoby ktora najwiecej  wagi straci pod koniec maja. 

 

W ostatnie kilka tygodni bylam bardzo zajeta i nie mialam czasu pisac w moim dzienniku.  Dlatego tez nie widzieliscie listow odemnie.  Moje dzieci  mialy przerwe od szkoly.  Na ta pszerwe kupilam im trampoline.  Dzieci i ich koledzy bardzo lubia skakac na trampolinie, choc Isaiah sobie niedawno zwichna kostke.  Tez w czasie pszerwy chodzilismy po lesie i znalezlismy takie miesce co ma gorki z piasku.  Dzieci bardzo chetnie wchodzily na gorki i skakaly do piasku.  Nawet Nefi i Grace to robili, choc bylo bardzo wysoko.  Przesylam zdjecia z tez zabawy, tez na trampolinie, i jak dziadek Lipinki  nas odwiedzil, i jak Grace sie bawi z kolerzanka.  Grace to ta mniejsza na zdjeciu.

 

Tez w czasie pszerwy od szkoly, ja zasadzilam ogrodek.  Mam 20 pomidorow, 18 papryk, 20 ogorkow, i wiele polnych kwiatow zasadzonych.  W ostatnim roku moj ogrodek za dobrze nie rosl.  Ale w tym roku dodalam wapna do ziemi, bo w Georgia nie ma.  Tez dodalam takie pozyteczne grzyby do ziemi ktore pomagaja roslina wyciagnac wiecej pozywienia z ziemi.  Tu w Georgia ziemia to po prostu piasek taki sam jak na plarzach, wiec mam nadzieje ze te dodatki mojemu ogrodowi pomoga. 

 

Tydzien po pszerwie od szkoly Dziadek Woody Lipinski nas odwiedzil.  Kupil dla Samuela i Isaiah nowe piekne rowery ktorymi bardzo lubia jezdzic. 

 

Co 6 miesiecy moj kosciol ma konferecje na ktorej prorok i apostolowie przemawiaja.  6 miesiecy temu bylo przemowienie o ktorym nadal czesto mysle i ktore czytam.  Przemowienie nazywalo sie "To Co Dobre, Lepsze, i Najlepsze".  Starszy Oaks mowil o tym ze w naszych czasach my mamy tyle roznych okazji ze nie mamy czasu na wszytko co jest dobre.  Ciagle musimy wybierac jak bedziemy spedzac nasz czas.  Najczesciej wybieramy pomiedzy wieloma dobrymi okazjami.  Wiec to ze cos jest dobre to nie znaczy ze tak powinnismy spedzic czas.  Moze jest cos lepszego, lub nawet cos najlepszego czym mozemy sie zajac. 

 

Ja myslalam o tym co ja cale dni robie i napisalam swoja wlasna liste zeczy kotre sa dla mnie i mojej rodziny dobre, lepsze, i najlepsze.  Tez zauwarzylam ze w dni kore tylko robie dobre zeczy to nie jestem taka szczesliwa.  A w dni w ktore robie lepsze lub najlepsze zeczy jestem spokojna i szczesliwa.  Wieszam wiec te liste na moja sciane i to mi pomaga wybierac co ja kadzdego dnia robie.  Wiem ze to nie jest lista dla nikogo innego poza mna, i ze tez sie zmieni jak nie bede miala malych dzieci w domu.

 

To Co Dobre

 

1. Ogladanie dobrych filmow z rodzina

2. Czytanie interesujace zeczy na internecie

3. Chodzenie do sklepu i kupowanie

4. Czytanie wiadomosci

5. Czytanie blog moich przyjaciol

6. Sluchanie Radia

7. Czytanie Ksiazek

8. Odpoczywanie w dzien

 

To Co Lepsze

 

1. Przygotowanie samej siebie na dzien

2. Praca w ogrodku

3. Sprzatanie Domu

4. Oddawanie nie potrzebnych zeczy z mojego domu

5. Organizowanie

6. Cwiczenie fizyczne

7. Rozmawianie z rodzina lub pryjaciolmi

8. Spacer z kolezanka

9. Pracowanie nad moim zajeciem w kosciele

10. Gotowanie zdrowego jedzenia

11. Odwiedznie smutnych lub samotnych ludzi

12. Placenie rachonkow i oszczedzanie pieniedzy

13. Dekoracja Domu

14. Organizowanie moich zdjec

 

To Co Najlepsze

 

1. Modlenie sie

2. Cztanie dzieciom ksiazek

3. Uczenie Nefiego jak czytac

4. Czytanie pisma swietego z dziecmi

5. Czytanie pisma swietego sama

6. Bawienie sie z dziecmi na dworzu lub w domu

7. Rozmawianie z Samuelem i Isaiah

8. Rozsmieszanie dzieci

9. Kladzenie sie spac wczesnie/ budzenie sie wczesnie

10. Pisanie w moim dzienniku 

11. Pisanie w rodzinnym dzienniku

12. Rozmawianie z moim mezem

13. Cztanie illustrowanych opowiesci z bibli z Nefim i Grace

14. Uczenie Nefiego jak wymawiac slowa

15. Siedzenie z dziecmi jak jedza

16. Odrabianie lekcji z dziecmi

17. Uczenie dzieci jak sprzatac i sprzatanie z nimi

18. Spiewanie z dziecmi

 

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Home Made Bread/Domowy Chleb

Home Made Bread

March 8, 2008

Today is Women's day in Poland.  It's probably like Valentine's Day in
America, though in Poland they are starting to celebrate American
holidays now, so they have a Valentine's Day too.  If i  remember
correctly on Women's day in Poland, women got flowers from loved ones;
it wasn't quite as extravagant as Valentine's Day here.

Well, today on Women's Day I decided to write about making bread, a
womanly chore in the old days.  Though, the first person that I saw
make bread on a regular basis was a man, Steve White, my surrogate dad
during my teenage years.  Ever since living at his home, I've always
enjoyed home made bread, but I didn't have the motivation to actually
do it myself.

In Utah and in Iowa there was a bakery called Great Harvest that made
100% whole wheat natural bread, so I always bought my bread from them.
 When I moved to Georgia I looked and looked for a natural bakery but
there isn't one here.  Either the bread was not 100% whole wheat or it
had 20+ obscure ingredients that probably should not be in bread.

Bread may be 50% of what my children eat during the day, so I want it
to be natural and healthy.  So I finally decided that if I wanted
natural bread I would have to make it myself on a regular basis.  I
dreaded this solution, but I could not stomach store bought bread no
matter how expensive it was.

I decided to buy a Bosch bread mixer, one that I saw Steve White use
years ago.  I found it online and I began to experiment.  My sister
Kinga sent me a pretty good bread recipe, but the bread came out well
only 25% of the time.

My sister Kinga also recommended that I grind my own wheat and
suggested a K-Tec Kitchen Mill Grinder because there are 2 kinds of
whole wheat: red wheat and white wheat.  White wheat is just the
albino form of red wheat.  It doesn't have the 2 naturally occurring
chemicals that give it the red color and make it bitter. Those
chemicals are a natural pesticide that the plant developed over the
years to make it not taste good to pests.  White whole wheat doest not
have these ingredients, it tastes delicious, but it is hard to find
already ground.  It can be found in some health food stores or in some
Indian markets because white wheat is used in Asia. Just ask for
Chapatti flour if you don't want to grind it yourself.  Whole white
wheat tastes wonderful and sweet and has the same amount of fiber and
vitamins and minerals as red whole wheat.

So I bought the grinder and ground some white whole wheat and
experimented with my recipe.  After tweaking and changing it, I
finally came up with the perfect whole wheat bread recipe and I wanted
to share it with everyone.  It makes the most perfect whole wheat
bread if you use whole white wheat, but it will work well with regular
red whole wheat too.  The King Arthur brand of flour carries 100%
whole white as well as red wheat.
Well, here is the recipe:

The Best Whole Wheat Bread That I Have Tasted So Far

The Sponge:
4 1/2 teaspoons Active Dry Yeast or  2 packets
3/4 cup warm Water
1 cup Whole Wheat Flour

mix 3/4 cup warm water and yeast, then add 1 cup of whole Wheat Flour,
mix vigorously

Let it sit for 45 minutes. It will reach a peak of expansion and then
settle back down a little. That's when its time to do this:

while mixing add:

The Dough:

2 1/2 cups of warm Water
2 cups of Whole Wheat Flour
stir very well and add
1/2 cup of Wheat Gluten
2 1/2 Tablespoons Vegetable Oil
1/3 cup Honey
1 1/2 Tablespoon Salt
mix very well and add slowly:
3 cups of Whole Wheat Flour or a bit more until it's a good bread consistency

knead 10-15 minutes

Place into greased pans and let it rise in a warm place or a slightly
warm oven for
1 hour if using regular yeast or,
40 min if using quick bread machine yeast

Bake at 325 for 20-30 minutes depending on your loaf size and how your
oven works.  It should be a very light golden brown, not a dark brown
like you see in stores.

I hope this helps those of you who have a desire to make delicious
bread at home.

I now make bread 3 times per week.  It only takes 2 hours and most of
that time I'm doing something else. I just have to listen to the timer
to do the next step.  Of course this bread can be made by hand, the
appliances are not necessary.

I'm sending a couple of Family Home Evening pictures of when we went
on the fitness trail here on Fort Gordon.  It was a really fun
activity and very good exercise.  We're still enjoying our "winter"
here in Georgia.  There are also a couple of other pictures.  One is
of Nephi sleeping on the stairs with his head on a rag.  It looks like
he is praying like a Muslim.  He is even facing east toward Mecca.  A
very funny way to sleep.  Oh, and one of Nephi wearing my skirt and
posing like Merlin Monroe…

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Domowy Chleb

8 Marzec 2008

Jesli dobrze pamietam to dzisiaj jest Dzien Kobiet w Polsce.  Na dzien
kobiet pamietam ze kobiety dostawaly kwiaty.  W Ameryce nie ma dnia
kobiet ale jest swieto Valentine's.  To prawie to samo co dzien kobiet
bo najczesciej meszczyzni kupuja cos kobietom—czekolady,perfumy, zadko
kwiaty, i ida razem do restauracji na obiad.

Wiec w ten dzien kobiet pisze o starodawnej kobiecej pracy pieczenia
chleba.  Choc pierwsza osoba ktora znalam co piekla chleb to byl
meszczyzna--Pan Steve White,  z ktorego rodzinom mieszkalam jak bylam
nastolatka.  On piekl chleb dla calej swojej rodziny na caly tydzien.

W Ameryce chleb w skepach jest nie naturalny i ma bardzo duzo dodanych
chemikalji i cukru.  Nie dobrze smakuje i jest nie zdrowy.  W Utah i w
Iowa byla jedna piekarnia z naturalnym chlebem i ja tam zawsze chleb
kupowalam.  Ale tu w Georgia nie ma zadnej takiej naturalnej piekarni.
 Wiec ja sie zdecydowalam zaczac sama chleb piec.

Pieczenie chleba to nie jest latwa sprawa.  Pewnie tez dlatego nawet w
starodawnych czasach byly piekarnie.  Jest wiele recept na pieczenie
chleba.  Trudno z nich wybrac.  Kinga mi dala dosyc dobra recepte ale
chleb nie byl doskonaly i nie zawsze wychodzil.

Kinga mi tez powiedziala ze powinnam sama mielic ziarno na make.  Bo
sa rozne ziarna pszenicy in nie wszytkie dobrze smakuja.  Tu w Ameryce
mamy czerwone ziarno i jasnozolte ziarno.  Czerwone gorzej smakuje, a
jasnozolte ma takie same wartosci zdrowotne ,ale duzo lepiej smakuje.

Wiec ja kupialam mielarke do ziarna i zaczelam sama make mielic.  Tez
zmienilam te recepte troche po trochu az wynalazlam doskonaly chleb.
Jest naprawde wysmienity i ja piecze chleb 3 razy w tygodniu.  Tez
kupilam sobie maszyne do mieszania chleba niemeckiej firmy Bosch.
Bardzo dobrze mi make miesza wiec nie musze tego robic rekami.  Piecze
5 bochenkow w piecu i moje dzieci bardzo szybko cieply chleb zjadaja.

Dzile sie maja recepta z wami jesli was to interesuje.  Ale ja wiem ze
w Polsce i Niemczech jest bardzo dobry zdrowy chleb z piekarni, wiec
pawnie was to nie interesuje za bardzo.

Najlepszy Cheb Pszenny Jaki do Teraz Wynalazlam

1.  Pomieszaj 4 ½ male lyzeczki drozdzy z ¾ kubka wody.
2.  Dodaj jeden kubek maki z otrebami (naturalenej nie bialej) i
dobrze razem wymieszaj.
3.  Daj tej mieszance siedziec 45 minut.
4.  Po 45 minutach dodaj:

2 ½ kubki wody
2 kubki naturalnej maki
2 ½ duzej lyzki oleju
1 ½ dzuej lyzki soli
1/3 kubka miodu
½ kubka gluten z pszenicy
Jeszcze 3 kubi naturalnej maki

5.  Mieszaj wszystko przez 10-15 minut.
6.  Wlorz w blachy do pieczenia i daj chlebu rosnac przez godzine w
cieplym miejscu.
7. Piecz w piecu 163 celciusza przez 20-30 minut. Chleb bedzie zloty a
nie ciemno brazowy…

Przesylam kilka zdjec z wieczoru rodzinnego jak poszlismy cwiczyc tu
na bazie na takiej zdrowotnej scieszce.  Co kilka metrow byly
instrukcje cwiczenia.  Bardzo fajnie sie bawilismy. Fajna jest "zima"
w Georgia.  No it tez pare innych zdjec przesylam.  Na jednym Nefi
zasna na szmatce na schodach w naszym domu.  Wygladalo jakby sie po
arabsku modil; nawet byl sklonienty na wschod w strone Mekki; bardzo
smieszne tak spac.  A na ostatnim to Nefi ma na sobie maja spodnice i
o pozuje jak Marlin Monroe.

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