Jun 24, 2020

"Write It On Your Heart"








Write it on your heart
That every day is the best day of the year.




He is rich who owns the day, 
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.




Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.


Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;

Begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.





Ralph Waldo Emerson 
(1803-1882)

American essayist,lecturer. philosopher, and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.



Michele Savikko
1972
Corvallis Oregon

(Photo by Larry Bilyeu)



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Of personal interest:

I taught two college classes as an undergraduate at Oregon State University in the Spring of 1972.  (English Literature  and Modern Poetry]. Two students that Professor Astro had taught over the course of our 4 years of studies there. My counterpart taught a class or (that i knew of) 

Thank you Professor Richard Astro of Corvallis OR and Drexel University (Professor Emeritus) for your faith and trust in me! What great fun and an excellent teaching opportunity! I loved teaching and knew that even though I was a shy young woman from Alaska that I was also a knowledgeable and creative teacher.

He offered me a full time job helping him with his next book on writer, John Steinbeck as a research assistant. Telling me that one of the to brightest students hed ever had the privilege of teaching. The other was a young man. I was still very young and I was getting married in Alaska that summer and turned that amazing offer down. Primarily brcause it involved being the ghost writer of a subject and a baseball play id never heard. The goal was supposed to be a comparison of the life of the baseball player and John Seinback. It seemed like an improbable if not impossible dream.  At the time and for the many decades that followed,  it was One of my bigger regrets!  

He was the West Coast expert on Steinbeck and I'd taken his classes and loved Steimbeck and his books. Just as I loved the poetry of William Blake...the other writer i had studied under Dr. Astro. The paper i wrote as my final term pa O er in any of  Dr. Astros  classes "only" received an A- yet he told me as he handed my graded copy to ne, that it was "the finest paper he'd ever read turned to him during his past decades of teaching. Just  knowing that and getting to learn all that i fid as an undergraduste and thus single term paper was suddenly such high praise that it was enough. I was enough and i glowed with that knowledge.  Great great educational experiences.  6 months of teaching @ $40.00/month plus my year of also student teaching at Corvallis High.  Mass Media (a class that had never been taught by anyine including the teavher who been assigned it and oass oof to me, Reading for Enjoyment (who wouldnt a free reading period? And Mythology. My Mythology class had no parameter as to Greek or Roman or Modern. I made it all three! And I managed to include the mythological poetry of William  Blake also with my artistic depiction of his drawings as well as his poetry!  Those were the days, my friend I truly thought theyd never end. But they were a wonderful path not chosen as poet Robert Frost has written. 💜 







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Jun 21, 2020

Father's Day in Memory and Deed



My Dad and I 
( 2010 )

I broke my wrist in Alaska on January's ice.  He had his 93rd Birthday and then 2 silent heart attacks not long after that.  

I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and took care of both my parents with one hand for 3 months instead of physical therapy before heading back to Oregon.

It was one of the most challenging and meaningful experienes of my life. But the smile on his face when I was able to visit him in the hospital speaks volumes about the  depth of our love and gratitude for one another and our lives 







Most of us are familiar with the origin and history of Mother's Day and its linkage back to ancient goddess festivals, England's Mothering Sunday, the American political activist Julia Ward Howe, and finally Anna Jarvis's campaign from church to church to declare her devotion to her own mother.

But the history and origin of Father's Day is less well-known. I did a bit of research because of this, and found that the idea of a complementary "Father's Day was the brainchild of Sonora Dodd, who first had the idea while she was sitting in church listening to one of these Mother's Day sermons in 1909.

She wanted to honor her own father, William Smart, a Civil War veteran, who was widowed when his wife died while giving birth to their sixth child. Mr. Smart was left to raise the newborn and his other five children, by himself, on a rural farm in eastern Washington state.

Her father had raised them, as a single father, with many sacrifices and in the eyes of his daughter, a courageous, selfless, and loving man.

Sonora believed that if a single father had raised and loved children with selfless devotion as hers had, then those fathers deserved their own day of devotion, just as the mother's had.

Thus, the first Father's Day, was actually intended for single dads who served as the only parent, and not all dads in general. It simply grew into the holiday we know it as, today.

Sonora's father was born in June, so she chose to hold the first Father's Day celebration in Spokane, Washington on the 19th of June, 1910. She had wanted the use his birth date but pending legislation was slowed down until President Calvin Coolidge, in 1924, supported the idea of a national Father's Day.

Eventually, President Lyndon Johnson signed a presidential proclamation (1966) declaring the 3rd Sunday of June as Father's Day. President Richard Nixon signed the law which finally made it permanent in 1972. In this sense, it is a relatively newer celebration, but one which most of us have celebrated throughout our own lives.

While other countries may or may not have their own versions of this day, some of the variations are quite interesting. In Germany there is no such thing as Father's Day but there are two terms and/or events of an older origin that while similar in name, have entirely different meanings.

Männertag, is always celebrated on Ascension Day (the Thursday forty days after Easter), which is a federal holiday. Regionally, it is also called men's day, Männertag, or gentlemen's day, Herrentag. It is tradition to do a males-only hiking tour with one or more smaller wagons, Bollerwagen, pulled by manpower.

In countries with Roman Catholic tradition, Fathers are celebrated on Saint Joseph's Day, commonly called Feast of Saint Joseph, March 19, though in most countries Father's Day is a secular celebration and celebrated separately from the feast holiday.

In Taiwan, Father's Day is not an official holiday, but is widely observed on August 8, the eighth day of the eighth month of the year. In Mandarin Chinese, the pronunciation of the number 8 is ba.

This pronunciation is very similar to the character "?" "bà", which means "Papa" or "father". The Taiwanese, therefore, usually call August 8 by its nickname, "Baba Day." In Thailand, Father's Day is set as the birthday of the king and thus varies from generation to generation of its royalty. No matter what your country, your culture, or traditions, today is still a special day to honor fathers everywhere.


On Father's Day, I honor my own father, who I miss and love so very much. A dear, dear man who lived a long life with incredible courage, strength, and steadfast determination to do his best for his family and for the state and country he loved so much.


 

coming and going: 2010



A good, hard working man, who was still working to fix up our childhood home in Douglas, Alaska up and into his last year at age 93, still working so very hard every day of his life care  taking my mother who suffered from Alzheimer's, diabetes and was legally blind, I show (above) the photo quilt that I made for him many years ago.





I titled it  "Turning Ninety" , a variation of a "Turning Twenty" pattern.  As a WWII veteran, the father of 5 children, and a hard working and very dedicated and loving husband to my mother, and as someone who never forgot his and his brothers sacrifices for country and for family during WWII, I used photos from that time and from his courtship with my Louisiana French mother, who he met, fell in love with and married after the war years.

Because my mother was legally blind, but could see shapes and colors and could see details if things were large enough, or if she used a magnifying glass, I made the quilt pieces and photos very large.

They both loved it and treasured it. After their deaths, it came back home to Oregon with me, once more and now I treasure all of the memories of making it, of them and our lives together.






I honor my husband, the father of our three beautiful children, a man who in many, many ways reminds me of my own father. A man who at 70 still works long, long hours during the day, and often into the evening helping our son to keep our green home building business going. 

Who has commuted to as many as four different towns in our area just to get work for our home based business and never complains as he comes home to help me and the chickens ;-)




I honor my son, an amazing, amazing  husband and playful and loving father to his little ones, our first, age 5 and our 4th, age 5 months, grandchildren  My son works so hard, right along the side of his father, my husband, to keep our small family business going as he is now the expert in Passive House design and building and does all the heavy manual as well as mental labor. Well loved and respected by all who know him, he works diligently to support family, home, and community by being a steward of eco-conscious building, use of natural resources, and living and recreating as a steward of nature as well as of science.

He comes home tired from long days at work often in multiple cities, and cooks dinner, helps with laundry, gives baths  and reads and plays for hours with his darling daughters and then stays up late at night to get his part of our business's paper work done. He is an amazing young man that I am so proud to say he is my son!




I honor the hard work ethic of my son-in-law, Chris, who works tirelessly to for the people of Oregon with public service, to provide for my daughter and their darling  family with a 3 and 4 year old.  

A good man, loving husband and father with the ability to work challenging jobs doing more than is often required and serving his community with extra commitments.

These men in my life who truly are among the best fathers and hard working providers and caring men that I know.









I honor my amazing Alaskan grandfather and uncles. Most are not in this photo. All men long gone but with amazing talents, skills, courage, and the perseverance to live and provide for their families with hunting and fishing in territorial Alaska as she slowly entered statehood and changed all of our lives.

My grandfathers..one Finnish, one French. Immigrants from their native countries,  who paved the way for those to come before, or after. 

I thank them for all they taught me and all they gave in turn to all of us, their families.

I honor these fathers, and all of your fathers, your husbands, your brothers and our sons who are fathers now, themselves.

Enjoy this special day and know, really know, just how much we all appreciate and love you!




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Jun 17, 2020

Anniversaries of the Heart





On June 17, my husband and I will have been married for 48 years.




Larry and I were married at the "Shrine of St. Therese".  Located on a tiny forested little island, in Auke Bay, Alaska. It is 25 miles north of Juneau, and was originally build by several visiting Jesuit priests who came to the Diocese of Juneau to serve in territorial Alaska.

They found such beauty and so much need for their services in the area surrounding Juneau, that several stayed.  And with the help of volunteers from the primary church and diocese in Juneau, they all completely built the tiny shrine of local stones on a tiny bit of an island.

This once unknown and rarely visited tiny spot in the ocean is now known and loved as Shrine Island, and can now be accessed by an improved highway, exit, and the little "pedestrians only" causeway.



When the tide is in, the entire island is surrounded by beautiful blue water.












On the Island, the beautiful Shrine of Saint Therese, named after the Roman Catholic Saint  Therese known and loved as "the little flower".

Inside and all around the Shrine both natural and man made beauty of all kinds creates a feeling of not just beauty but mystical wonder that such a place was built by hand in the 1930s by 2 visiting priests and a handful of volunteers.

Anything man made was created in Europe and shipped to America such as the statue of Ste.Therese, the Stations of the Cross or the stained glass windows.









Today, the Shrine and its beautiful location continues to be a scenic and spiritual setting for wedding masses.

My own memories of this sacred setting are filled by the blend of the natural world and the creations of the hard work of men and women working side by side with Alaskans of the pioneer communities of Auke Bay, Juneau and Douglas Island communities of the early Juneau Catholic Diocese love of both the land and their faith.

As we we walked out from our own wedding ceremony in June of 1972, we were blessed with the sight and sounds  of eagles soaring above, whales spouting, and sea lions barking their congratulations. It was and still is, incredibly beautiful.




Now, there is this labyrinth walk etched in the sand where we once walked to the log cabin rectory on the mainland to sign our marriage certificate. And yes, we've been back and it's still lovely and weddings are still held there. 





The spiral is an ancient and sacred symbol, and as we trace its path with our senses it connects us with all there is, has been, and ever will be in a repeated patterning. This is why we are subconsciously drawn to many culture's ancient and enduring signs and symbols.





The labyrinth is walked by thousands of people a year who come out to view the beauty and feel the incredible energies of spirit that fill land, sea, and sky as animals gather without fail as blessings for all. Walking a labyrinth has been a deeply meaningful, often very spiritual experience..



During our own symbolic and magical wedding ceremony,  "The Wedding Song" by Peter, Paul, and Mary was sung and played on a folk guitar by a high school friend, (with The Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet for the Processional) .

During our reception 25 miles back to my town of Douglas on Douglas Island, a lot of Simon and Garfield and similar songs were performed for our guests  from that era. Somehow those beautiful songs filled hearts and souls as they were after all, new to most back then!  

And yes, I made my own wedding dress! And each of my bridesmaids made theirs from fabric I bought and sent each of them in three different states as I gathered best friends from High School and College and included my youngest cousin who was so happy to be a bridesmaid! 

Our dresses were all in different colors and were beautiful laces over satin, I even made my veil, covered my Bible with the same fabrics and carried a hand carved rose wood rosary. Handmade wedding in so many ways! 

Ah, the memories of a time, a place, the sounds, and the people. So many have passed on now, most of our guests, many of my own family even several who are younger than I am now. 








You never know what paths and cause ways you may walk in your life time. Who you will love and who you will remember. 





I have since lost both of my parents, a sister in law who was there, and uncle (who died by drowning on a moose hunting trip with my dad) a few months after he attended our wedding  (his young 11 year old daughter was my Junior Bridesmaid). Love and pride filled his face and his heart that day. His one and only chance to see her all grown up in a long bridesmaid dress. Now, that once 11 year old girl is in her 50s and not only lived and taught school in Kenya and Madagascar for many years but traveled back again in 2019 and hiked to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro. 

Oh, the changes and memories of all of our lifetimes.





I rejoice in the wonderful memories of so many from that day, just as I grieve the loss of those who passed on.





For sadly, my best friend and her 12 year old daughter, our dearest and best friends in the world passed away , on this day....25 years later in 1997. Friends since 1969 that we met in college and sharing land and family neighbors for 20 here in Salem before their terrible car accident and the then surviving husband's incredible loss of his own life in a hiking  accident in 2014. Losses upon losses but also joys upon joys of gratitude for so many wonderful times that came before.


While it changed the memories of June 17th forever from our 25th anniversary on, it didn't change the love we felt for all who have been parts of our lives for whatever time we had with them.








The sunshine and the shadows of our lives. The loss of many we have so deeply grieved and will forever grieve the loss of from our lives.





But in the end, the lovely and positive sounds, sights, and memories remain above all else.

The beauty and the joys of love, hope, promise that the sun rises on each new day just as it transitions each day back into night.

 I am filled with deepest gratitude for the beauty and my heart's treasuring of all of the beauty, joy, and laughter filled days and the lessons and treasures from even the sadder ones.

My heart and my spirit connect to the labyrinth of my life's journey. For just as I have traveled to my heart's forever home in Alaska, so to it travels back again to my life in my also very beautiful state of Oregon.








Here, we built our home together. We raised our three beautiful children. Here, too they found their own life partners. We attended their weddings, watched them and their families have children or beloved fur-kids, find and buy houses, face lifes challenges and experience fun and joy as well!


                       






They blessed us with four grandchildren and furry grand dogs and cats to add to our own lives to love, as well.

Time brings changes to all of our lives and day by day we deal with them the best we can.  We love, we care, we help and we share each day, and each new experience that comes.




Our family has
shared many, many wonderful times and beautiful days and faced many often seeminly unbearable  challenges.  

We've had great adventures, visited lovely areas, camped, hiked, and canoed and kayaked our own Oregon, as well as  my Alaskan wonderlands.

The circles and the cycles and the spirals widen and deepen; but the greatest of all things remain.  





For always and always, among the good times and great fun, and deepestest and most meaningful experiences, there is love.. 

Listen to our song from 1972 in our tiny island wedding:

Peter, Paul and Mary - Wedding Song "There is Love" 




Please continue to pray and send healing energies for our oldest daughter who continue to battle and advanced and extraordinary form of cancer for the past year. 54 weeks of chemo, surgery, 6 weeks of daily radiation. And now more chemo..all without stop for more than a year. 

We love her with all our hearts and pray and visualize a miracle of miracles.

Thank you and many many blessings in return.




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