Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Letter Number 2 from the Sovereign Commander of Siam! the letter from 7 years later

Dear Madam, I have great pleasure in condescending to answer your sympathising letter of 25th November last wherein the sorrowful expressions of your heart in relation to my most beloved Sovereign Father in demise which is a venerated burden and I have left to this day and ever more shall bear this most unexpressable loss in mind, with the deepest respect and lamentation, and resignation to the will of divine Providence;—are very loyal to you too to ful, and share your grief in behalf the affection you have for your royal pupils, and the kind remembrances you have made of them in your letter, loves you too with that respect and love your are held in ther esteem, for such disinterestioness in imparting knowledge to them during your stay here with us. I have the pleasure also, to mention you that our Government in counsel has elected me to assume the reins of Government notwithstanding my juvenility; and I am pleased to see the love the people have for me, most undoubtedly arising from the respect and veneration they have had for my beloved royal Father and I hope to render them prosperity and peace, and equal measure, they have enjoyed since the last reign in return. May you and your beloved children be in the peace of the divine Providence. I beg to remain, Yours sincerely Somdetch Phra Chulalonkorn Klou Chow-yu Hua Supreme King of Siam on 114th day of reign
Here he seems to show unprecedented sympathy for her losses. I never thought him in sympathy of her. I say that he seems to want to comfort her sorrow with the children and tasks of his household. I didn't see that before. Sometimes common grief is a tool in God's hand into the souls of even the most hardened monarch and heathen. He actually showed emotion that he felt at the loss of his own father, but the hope that common mental ascents should act as a comfort. God had set the stage for the gospel message to come home into the souls that she was sent to. Amazing!

It is also a wonderful testimony that, even with all of this obvious blessing of God on her ambitions; she took the time to bathe such a spiritual expedition in prayer and resorted often to the "counsel of the EVER PRESENT FRIEND". Her expression of faith and who she had found God to be in her griefs. Doubly Amazing!

Amarinde Winschley Palace Bangkok March 6th 1869
this was the date of the letter. So perhaps this is the fruit of how God had blessed their relationship to have a fruit of transparency between them. She had obviously become a confidant.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Are we not the King of Siam in our request of our youthful scholars?

"To MRS. A. H. LEONOWENS:— "MADAM: We are in good pleasure, and satisfaction in heart, that you are in willingness to undertake the education of our beloved royal children. And we hope that in doing your education on us and on our children (whom English, call inhabitants of benighted land) you will do your best endeavor for knowledge of English language, science, and literature, and not for conversion to Christianity; as the followers of Buddha are mostly aware of the powerfulness of truth and virtue, as well as the followers of Christ, and are desirous to have facility of English language and literature, more than new religions. "We beg to invite you to our royal palace to do your best endeavorment upon us and our children. We shall expect to see you here on return of Siamese steamer Chow Phya. "We have written to Mr. William Adamson, and to our consul at Singapore, to authorize to do best arrangement for you and ourselves. "Believe me "Your faithfully, (Signed) "S. S. P. P. MAHA MONGKUT."
Do we not write such a letter to our children's teachers? You think us a benighted race and we want your knowledges bestowed upon us, but not your Jesus. We hope you find comfort and help to ignite our minds and not our spirits.

I know that I have thought myself the King of Siam in the rearing days of my children. Most unnegotiable about their behaviors, at least by them. I am in awe at how our written and oral language has deteriorated so much in the 155 years that we are observing. A commander and a man with the hearts of his children in his own heart. He wanted to see their minds and stations improved, but not their souls.

Is this not so of our generation?

Sunday, January 14, 2018

After Our delightful little chat...

I attached a tweety bird link to the book. I have a million questions about chapter one for you. You are my "go to" person about such things Asian. I love that she doesn't spend alot of time introducing the characters. She just jumps into the experience for you. Isn't that how life happens. All of a sudden we are in the experience and here we are, like Daniel in a heathen court. God is everywhere!

If I make my bed in hell, scripture reminds us "Thou art there!"

The Church's One foundation! and mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won,
May you continue to enjoy that sweet communion that happens when we respect our elders by reading their testimonies! Thank you for sharing.
Question Number One...

Elyse, in the letter from the King of Siam to Anna, was he saying he was sympathetic of her great loss and wished to replace her love for her husband and children with his own family? He was writing in much flowery language and it seems that he was trying to respect the providence that she was submissive to. He clearly wanted to show his acquaintance with her spiritual struggle of grief. It seems that he was saying that he wanted her to see how they engaged in family love and loss, as well as experience the beauty of her teaching. Let me know what you think?

Friday, January 12, 2018

Do You Want To Go---to the Greatest Show? "Wait up for me!"

My every thought of North Carolina was small and hickish! "Come and visit." No thank you, would be my polite reply. What on earth could anyone from NC think that they have for me to see in North Carolina? Do they have A skyscraper there? Oh really? Do they have much of the ocean views? Do they have a Broadway? etc., etc.

That is okay, I will find other things to do with my time than visit a "somewhat backward"{to my vain thinking} state like North Carolina. To be humble, I was sure that there could be some wonderful backwoodsy beauty that I could find some enjoyment in. But, certainly not before I visited every other state and country, could I think that there could be a place like that.

circumstances proved a great motivator:
There were certainly walls of pride and comfort that needed to be placed aside to get us here.
It happened and as swiftly as New Yorkers sometimes can move; we flew down the highway to the "Cackalackies" as our family affectionately refers to the Carolinas.
The training of New York thought is always to jump and challenge and reach! If there is something to attain, we are reaching for it. I was such a one at one time. I can't stop to ride down the highway. That one trip down the highway was significant in one thing. When we crossed the line into NC, I felt a wall of slowness hit me. I wasn't sure that I was going to like this slowness that hit me like a wall.

Nobody sat me down and told me that time runs slower here and there... North Carolina people stop and talk about little things like weather and flowers, etc. New Yorkers march to a rhythm and have agendas and stick to them or run from them. Little time for the minutia of small talk, unless a few drinks have preceded it and I don't drink. Get it done, or you didn't get that done, etc. Drivenness rules and false and unrealistic expectations are par for the course. We are on the mountain or in the valley of "Didn't make it there!" The two conditions of the New Yorker. I didn't have time to lament my loss of my beloved city. We had to go and we had to start a new course in a new place with a load of children. But, this is not about them.

How could we be leaving the best city on earth? I was born there and I loved it from corner to corner. Now, I couldn't live there anymore. I wasn't crying and I was hopeful that we could forge new relationships and memories. I wasn't ready for the sky hitting me in my face, like it did!

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

"And the walls can't stop us now?" Or the buildings{From seeing the GREATEST SHOW}

What walls stop you from experiencing the greatest show on earth, in the sky?
The Wall of busyness?
So many times, when the children were little, I recall them calling me to watch this or that beauty in the sky. The sun is setting, they would call. It sets beautifully everyday, sweetheart. Mommy has to change another diaper and put another load on and see another dinner on the table, etc. It never ended. It never let up and I could never quite understand their constant pestering of me on that subject.
As a New Yorker, I grew up on the rat-race itself. Running to be the best and learn the most and read the fastest and get into here and there. Beating this person and winning that accomplishment, being the most important pursuit.
One man grabbed my shirt collar with his music and made me imagine the sky. John Denver was a strange naturalist whose lyrics carried me to a place in the world that I might never have seen, even in my imagination. Rocky Mountain High? What does that mean?

I poured over his lyrics, some in my earphones and some not. My mother was concerned about this strange engagement with naturalism, but she didn't ridicule my peculiarity. I was keeping my grades up, for the most part and staying in the rat race for impressions' sake. But, I started to dream of seeing the sky.

Each day I rose with the sun and trapsed into the mines of subway existence and my experience with the sky was for a brief moment when the F train crossed the Brooklyn Bridge or whatever Bridge it crossed. The sun was always right there to meet me, rarely it was fog or clouds, but at 8 o'clock am it was the sun coming over the buildings and a clock which let me know if I would be okay or have detention that day. The sky was behind the clock, in my mind and I enjoyed it, only if the clock said 7:50 something. Otherwise, I was trying to figure how I was going to run with my huge book bag to get to where I had to go. SCHOOL. Missed the sky there THAT WAS THE GREATEST SHOW!
Mine was the best education ever. The best teachers taught engaging subjects with tremendous enthusiasm. No masculine distractions, except for the runners outside and we had to stop class when the track team would run in front of our school. There was no corralling our minds with all that. The teachers accommodated our hormones for the moment and then we went back to learning how to think and communicate and compete at the highest level our minds would allow. They stayed in constant communication with our parents via progress reports and they stayed in touch with our commitment to think and be taught. Slacking was not an option. The sky stayed outside my realm of interest in those days.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Who is the Greatest Showman?

There have been many a day since we've come to NC that I have stopped my hustle and bustle to partake in the wonder and the beauty of the showmanship of God in the sky. Charlotte and Huntersville seem to own the sky itself. They have wonders daily that I had never seen in the NY sky or skyline. {We had other things! Never to diminish the greatest city on earth!}But, how can you advertise that we have the most beautiful and bounteous part of the sky? You just have to come here to experience it!

No joke, the sky talks down here. It says "the father's meeting is in this part of the sky and the mother's meet in that part of the sky. God lets us dance here." etc., etc. I was taken aback by the intensity of the sky's interplay with the people and the beauty of life here. And yet, there are people who are missing it for it's aggressiveness and regularity.

I could never completely tell the wonder of the daily occurrences of the sky that we have been blessed with in NC. I have sat by my window and seen the lightning shows in this corner or that. I have been warned by the birds to get inside, because the show was coming down to the earth and you mustn't be outside when that happens, but the cloud shows are amazing. The hailstorms and the slight bit of snow that comes to overwhelm us, have nearly toppled my NY pride and self-reliance. The breathtaking views of the earth and sky that I admired and was addicted to at Jones Beach and Sunken Meadow have dimpled into fading with one teaparty in the sky with Mrs. Day and her cloud sewing circle.

The sky kept saying to me, don't be afraid, that's how we talk down here. This is what "Y'all Come" is all about in the South. When you embrace the Bible as part of your identity, Heaven takes note of that! Really? was all I could say.

My very favorite skyline, since coming here came when Ethan had a concert at a foreign school. There were actual clowns making faces in the sky. I was so angry that day and I had to laugh at the sky, telling me jokes. You are late, but you won't miss it. I declare that Baby Ben, must have had cloud duty that day. Nobody else could have touched my maternal funnybone, from and earthly perspective. I was late for the concert and afraid that I would miss his part in it. It was splendid, the sky!
Well,I go on and on because the movie that I saw yesterday paid a wonderful tribute to a great man who brought us all a sense of splendor and wonder in the creation that was around us. Memories of breathtaking spectacles that earth could devote. People's attention was diverted from their troubles and enjoying life for a moment. I thought that movie was an honorable tribute to an obviously great man.
Hugh Jackman's performance of the role had me enthralled, from the very first silhouette of his lips perfectly articulating the words to the song, to the final scene, where the darkness enveloped all but his image in tophat and tails. I felt that it was a motivating tribute to the power and effectiveness of creativity and consistency. I saw a blending of the tales of Hans Christian Anderson and Pip, from Great Expectations, with a prod for the next generation to think outside the boxes of their own limitations. I call that "Positive Adrenaline!" It was used effectively in this movie.

The Musical Genre was taking a chance. The use of new music with redundant words and old thoughts could have crashed like a thud. I am very particular about those kinds of things. I was not disappointed or bored with the redundancy. The riveting performance far outweighed my noticing that they were saying the same thing over and over again. I loved it and would watch it again and again.

THANK YOU entire cast for immortalizing this beautiful memory in American History!

Monday, January 1, 2018

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Monday, December 25, 2017

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.