1960's Weddings

The 1960's Wedding

 The age of freedom, peace rally's, writting to soldiers, complaints about the government and the treatment of our young men in "Vietnam" woman had a strong voice.  

Woodstock was countered by revival that was countered by independence, individuality. Parents yelled at their children publically, drug education began.  Overall people tried to help others in trying times.  The introduction to humor in Wedding entered with cake toppers. It was a time when you had to speak out on abuse.

 We were all looking at TV 

more that we should have. Weddings are still the foundation of a relations. Witnesses stood up for their couples in church or in front of a judge.  Court weddings in front of a justice of the peace excited. 

      Okay the 60's was more liberal than the 50's.

Woman began to be known for owning business. Decor and venues were becoming more non traditional. 

                                              

                        

  Modern 60's want to have a home, the tradition of a wedding and the reality that it leads to home purchase of a home. 

                        Sophistication is the best part about choosing an era wedding. To find the venue and the class you are looking for. It is part of you and your financing talking through the era. There are choices and colors to be made.  You can use choices from your favorite fabric or wallpaper or your wedding invitation.  

 This era show the simplistic approach along with whimsy is a fun way to begin a married life. 

Composing looks that go together well, help to put the whole wedding together.

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"Who Has My Ovaries?" Sisterhood

Hi there, Diamond Glamour Girls;

I grew up with a Mom and a sister.  My mom always wanted to be my sister she could be my sister

When I was still in my youth I can remember men telling my mom she looked so young.  And then turning around and telling my sister she looked old enough to be my mom.  I felt so sad for my sister. She was so insulted. My dad was insulted because they would then ask if he was her father.  My sister's insulted look was something I will never forget.  My mom was so happy because she was always about the beauty. 

 I thank my God for making me a Daddy's girl.  My dad was all about teaching me through scripture. For this I will be thankful all the days of my life. (Phil 4:6) I never could find a way to explain to my sister what was going on. I understood early in life. With both my sister and dad insulted the family arguements would last longer then what they needed to. How do you explain to a sister five years older that was she is being explained is not truth.  I was the "little sister", I didn't know anything, I was too young to know "innoscent".

Did this make daily living easier?  Was it a smooth day all the time?  That is not what he promises.  His promises are others. There are some things that changed my life along the year of growing up reading the bible.  That his word is true even though the cercumstances might not be. 1. Is knowing that there is compassion and it is different than a life of grace and mercy, peace and understanding.  2. Is that it is important in life to acknowledge the pain of others. (Is 13: 8) I tried to explain to my mom, something that she refuses to understand.

The pain my sister felt.  The pain I felt when she acted beautiful with other men.  Was it cheating on my Father?  (Col 2:8) What did it produce? It produced difficulties I have trouble speaking of today.  I was raped, my dad explained with the bible. At the age of thirteen my dad had to explain something I wasn't mature enough to understand. It was difficult for him to understand why or how another man could treat his child that way and I remember him crying as he explained.  As a child I then tried to explained my mom what had happened. She refused to acknowledge it saying it was my fault. I don't agree, not all things that happen to young woman are their fault.

Today I sit in her home with her trying to get her to understand and she still refuses to acknowledge the pain within, as a teen and an adult.  She wants me to be her, but the truth is I am not.  I won't ever her! I am a different kind of mom. I insult when young men or old give me compliments.  I am a mom of male children, who I demand respect from.  I demanded respect from their friends and I do not allow them to offend women, sexually or with false compliments.

Do I deserve an apology from my mom, so does my sister, she has to fess up to her ways at some point. I don't know if I will ever get it. I know my Lord thinks so, she has denied it my whole life. My dad, his dad both apologize for the teens behavior, and the ripple affect it had on my life, because of the years missing are not a compliment or the best of testimonies.  The said thing is I am feeling the ripple affect today being here in a house of the woman who refused to acknowledge it in the first place.  I can't help but wonder if her and my sister would have acknowledged it how our lives would be different.

"And in that day you will say: O Lord, I will praise you; Through You were angry with me, Your anger is turned away, and You comfort me.  Behold, God is my salvation I will  trust and not be afraid; For Yah, The Lord is my strength and song; He also has become my salvation."

"Who Has Your Ovaries?" (Standing Up)

I like many others Americans stop at "Starbucks" from time to time. The last few weeks I have had the pleasure of being there when there are a bunch of students.  Two different "Starbucks" more than a hundred and fifty miles apart.

What blessing it was to hear the same conversation from two different locations I say that not only because the towns I was in was different, the culture or the ethnicity was different, their age were different, maybe even their social economic level was different.  What was the same was the conversation "Respect" .

The first "Starbucks" the teenage girls were sitting talking, I was working on the computer and over heard.  The phone of one of the girls rang, another girl said "Answer it!" A third girl responded "RESPECT!" She had authority in her voice and they all listen. They continued the conversation about what it meant to respect. It was such a good conversation that at the end of it I had to tell them I was proud of them.

On another day, in another town, in another "Starbucks". Two students working together doing their homework.

They were talking about school and what happens in it at the high school level when someone disrespects.  I think the conversation was something to that effect not really sure I had my headphones on. I took my headphones off to move something and heard one of the students to say you have to tell them to respect you! Religious or not people are to respect. 

On the way out of "Starbucks" I gave them my business card congratulating them. I told them they should know that respect should be in the workplace too.

"A teacher of the law healed in respect by all the people, " Acts 5:35

Are world has changed when students are taught respect in school it can't be all back, right?  The wedding industry has change forever with prop eight, the Pope has changed his view point, our government in San Diego has been has been affected. Y a lack of it.  For those that know and understand "pray with thanksgiving". 

For those in school today I pray you learn not only RESPECT but the value one person came make in the lives of many! That prayer today is as relevant as yesterday and it will be even more relevant tomorrow. How do I know? The simple answer is: "The Bible Tells Me So!"

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"Who Has Control of My Ovaries?" (The Distroyer)

As life would have it that 13 year old would not see that young man for a long time.  Her friend continued to see the other boy even though her mother was not thrilled.  Funny, how life is.  At the time I though my parents were so strict. There friendship ended in a way, even though there was no anger or words ever spoken that it had ended.  I think the 13 year old knew she was not mature enough for boys.  She had had a summer crush but that didn't end well and she was glad she wasn't about to date.  Dating what is that really about, she was forbidden to date until she was 16, it was a rule set by her dad and she accepted it.

She focused on school and the arrival of a new teacher that was all the talk at.  The staff (teachers) at her school were all old. (Okay, maybe another old they were not old enough to retire. This teacher was just out of college his first teaching job.  He had been a substitute teacher at other schools but it was the first time he got a full time work.  His excitement affected a lot of his students with love of learning. He reminded her of what she had been praying for all her life. To become a teacher.  In her early years she use to line up all her dolls and pretend that she had a classroom teaching her children to read And write.  Her love for books lead her to overcome her reading disabilities she had when she was younger.

The disability had to do more with learning to read English while her family spoke another language. The price one pays for having parents who move to the states before all the formative years. You have to remember it was a time before they had dual learning and a stick policy at schools.  English only.  It is a bit of a culture shock.  Not being able to communicate all and teachers yelling at you. I never really understood why they yelled because I didn't know enough English to understand what they were talking about.  It took me getting into a fight in elementary school for the principal to understand I didn't  understand.  After that my teacher took extra time to teach me how to read and write. I went in the classroom at nutrition and stayed after school.

This teacher took the time to explain the difference of teaching in elementary school verses secondary school. He was a new person who believed in my right to be a well educated young person.  There were the girls that had crushes and talked about all the silly boy stuff. My new found focus was education therefore boys became known as destroyers.  I remember praying all the time "The troubles of my heart have enlarge, bring me out of my distresses." Ps 25:17. That really helped knowing that while I could listen to my girlfriends talk about all thief boy problems I was fine trying to focus on my goals.

"Now we have received the Holy Spirit, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit but whom is from God, that we may know the things that have been freely given to us by God" 1 Cor. 2:12   One of the greatest things the United States of America has is the right to education. Freedom!

It is an awesome thing when teacher can excite a child about learning.  Where is he now.  I don't know. What I do know is that we wrote letters until I graduated from high school. Every summer we would write and talk about the school year, the good, the bad, and the hopes and dreams.  I learned that teachers like any other person need encouragement.  They struggle with learning new things. They need to know that what they're doing is worth the price they pay. Even though I learned that teaching can get boring I still became one.

"Who Has Control of Your Ovaries? (2x2)

At the age if 13, yes thirteen I learned the story of Noah. How he built the ark and how he always heard God but didn't always obey Him.  Guess what, that is the age a young lady choices what side she is going to stand on.

It is the delicate age where she is entering womanhood and a dad has influence over her because mom just doesn't understand.  I was blessed because my dad used the Bible to to explain what young boys were doing. The importance of being an being an individual. How great this country is that we can grow up to be better than our parents. Not to let me hurt me or abuse me and especially not to let other women  or people influence me in something I didn't want to do.

Noah goes on to build the ark. God tells him to split up his people in the new land and let each choose the land where they should live.  Funny, thing about parents they want to control every situation. I was a pretty independent child, well behaved so I had a lot of trust from my parents. 

I guess in my mind if my dad took the time to read me the bible and explain things in a growing maturing manner, he desired a daughter that was good. That is such a funny term "Good" . My Christian friends kept trying to safe me, " it's grace they would say you don't have to be good." I would laugh. I knew I was saved and I knew his grace, mercy, peace and was getting more understanding everyday as I matured. 

I knew I wanted to attend college, so I would study and try my best to get good grades. I was for sure my Father's daughter. There were several girl crushes, but there was one boy who my girlfriend like.  He was a lot older than us and her mom didn't want her seeing him.  She would ask me at lunch to walk over to the fence. So I went over a could of times. The first time I just stood there quiet, the second time I was asked as they kissed, "What do you think it is.  I remember saying love, because that was what like a boy was love.  Also, because I learned that if I spoke of it that way boys that didn't have good intentions fear the word.  (Needless to say the other boy didn't come around "Love". A four letter word. Men fear hearing it from women.

They hear things like, marriage, commitment, responsibility, money etc. but what they don't hear is all the blessings that comes from having a life filled with it, Noah loved God enough to build an ark but not enough to let his family choose their own land and life once they landed.  

It is a fine line between loving someone and allowing them free will.  My dad somehow knew that I needed the freedom to find what what type of a women I wanted to be, but smart enough to use the bible to help me find my way. My life was not perfect back then nor is it now, but like it was back then a God fearing life so is it now!

Trust...in whom. In the Alpha the 0mega the great I am. Knowing that he has the perfect plan! Jer. 29:11

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"Who Has Your Ovaries?" (Motherhood)

"And on her forehead a name was written:  "MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH." Rev: 17:5

Oh girlfriend how many times have you argued with your mother?  How many times throughout your lifetime have you pleaded for your individuality?  Mother's of son, are they seen differently then mothers of daughters?  Either way there are some mysteries that shouldn't be known until it is our time.

A bowl on my head I wear so I may worship Him?  What type of mother does that make me?  Am I a harlot because I gave birth to son's or am I an angle like my sons because we all worship, the one the only true God.  Is a revaluation the truth, or a mystery of God for us to discovery.  I know that there are times when I was growing up that my mother and I argued about who is in control and who is doing what.

I have prayed, supplicated, worshiped, cried, given testimony after testimonies of the miracles my God has done in my life. I obeyed God's word to letter, as my father taught me.  Did it make my life easier?  Did it make my life rich? Yes, I would say my life is rich, it might not be material wealth, but it is definitely rich, those that know the one true God can only claim it so.

As my mom ages and I take care of her, it is hard to distinguish with the past.  She sees the world so different then I do.  She saw my dad so different then I did.  She remarried away after their divorce and became a different woman, now she is old and I have difficulty relating to her because she chose through out her life not to be close to my children and I.

In the attempt to not choose the same things she did I write text messages to my adult son's everyday. They are seen as endless annoyances but it is my way of communicating with them in the hopes of having a relationships with my adult young men.  My mom's believe is that men do not need a relationship with their mom.  My believe is that no matter what age you are or what you choose to do your mom is something you can't change. She gave birth to you.  Good, bad, ugly, beautiful she is your mom.  

Forgive me children if I choose to be a part of your life.  Forgive me for my annoying text messages detailing everything I do.  Forgive me if you are bothered with a mom that wants to be part of your life and would not give that opportunity to anyone to replace her.  Forgive me, for bothering you.  Forgive me for praying for you.  Mom's like me prayed for the day of your birth since childhood, we prayed for you to get healed when you were sick, we prayed for your teen years to be safe even if it meant us falling.  We will continue to pray for young adult lives.  And we will continue to pray all the days of our lives that if we are not together we are together.  We are a part of you, you are a part of me.  No God would ever tear that apart.  I know I am your annoyance, but it is only to remind you you our my love.  Your are the Grace that God gave me to watch over.  You are His gift and my presents.

I know not all mom's think this way, but I am who my Father made.

Fish Isn't Just Fish Any More...Hot Dog!

Fish Hot Dods

Ingredients Needed:

Fish (halibut)

Lawry's Seasoning Salt

Garlic

Olive oil

Pre-made cole slaw, if you have the time make it yourself it tats le better that way.

Serve with Apple Crisp!

If you like fish as I do there are creative ways to help your children enjoy it.

Season as you wish. I prefer a little Lawry's Season salt, garlic and a little garlic. Let it sit refrigerated for about an hour! 

Grill about 2 or 3 minutes per side. Let sit for a minute.

Warm the hot dog buns on the BBQ.

Slice the fish in half. 

0n the hot dog bun place cole slaw. Place fish on top. If you like you can garish with tomatoes or other garnishes. I prefer plain because the cole flavor with the fish is perfect, it doesn't need any extra dressing.  I occasionally add salt and pepper to taste at this point if needed.

Served with Apple Crisp on the side.

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