Presidents Day Weekend

Addy was so excited to show everyone her “Big Girl” bed.

For my record of what went on this past President’s Weekend or the rest of the story.

Addy and Gramps enjoying cartilage. She likes the crunch!

Jaymison helping me clap. He loves to clap.

Walk on the kids’ driveway. I stayed in because I didn’t have mud shoes on.

Always thankful for Auntie Lolo’s photos she shares with all of us.

Back up the driveway.

Josh and Laura’s goodbye shot before heading back to the airport.

Lots of good times together in two and a half days.

This has been a busy busy week and we have one more event before the weekend. Last night we had friends over for Raclette and cards (Hand and Foot). It was a great late afternoon and evening. We’ve been eating in for several days now so Dear is taking me out for Mexican today. Yippee.

The walls in the laundry room are almost all painted. It will be such a nice change.

I’ll leave you with this sentence from  a prayer by Spurgeon:

“Give peace to those whose consciences are like the troubled sea that cannot rest”

Jaymison is 10 Months Old!

Jaymison was hesitant to crack a smile for his 10 month photo shoot.

We finally got a smile out of him.

And here is a collage with big smiles while on a walk down the driveway on Sunday which was the day you turned 10 months, February 16th. Love your toothy smile!

You are standing on your own. You have taken a step. You crawl real fast. You like to snuggle with your sister. You communicate sometimes with little grunts that are so cute. You belly laugh. You crawl right up to the legs of whoever you would like to be picked up by. You are eating well. You need a little time to warm up to loved ones you haven’t seen for a while. Every time you get near Rayna she jumps up and moves away from you. You have some dance moves. You seem to really enjoy music. You cut another tooth.

Baba and Gramps love you Jaymison!

Tuesdays With Moisi

This is a post from the past that I’m adding to my Tuesdays With Moisi for cataloging purposes.

The following story was transcribed by my sister-in-law Kelly as she listened to my parents tell some of their story on immigrating to the U.S.A. in September of 1947. My parents were visiting my brother Steve and SIL Kelly on Labor Day September 5, 2011. I believe the anniversary of them coming to the USA was September 6, 1947.

“Spent the afternoon with  Mom and Pop and wanted to share some of what they had to say.  This is the unedited copy filled in as Pop was talking…so excuse the grammatical errors, if I wait to edit you may never see it.”

(This photo is taken after my parents and sister Kathy settled in Los Angeles. This was sometime in late 1947 or early 1948. My mom is pregnant with my sister Vera in this photo and Vera was born in February of 1948.)

“Pop said he’s never shared all these details because…no one asked.  What started the retelling is that tomorrow marks the anniversary of their first arriving in NewYork…Sept. 6, 1947.  They arrived in Los Angeles on the 12th.

When Mom and Pop left Iran they got a flight on a Red Cross cargo plane..the propeller variety, that had dropped off supplies and was heading back to New York.   It was very loud he said…no seats, just benches along the sides.  Due to refueling and frequent stops it took 4 days to fly from Tehran to New York.  At  most of the stops they got out and ate…and in four places spent the night. He said they had 27 people on the plane and it was full.”

“This is the basic itinerary.  (Pop had made a detailed journal of the trip, but lost it in the last few moves.)  From Tehran to Cairo…spent the night.  From Cairo to Rome..spent the night, got to drive by St. Peters.  From Rome to England, where they were not allowed off the plane so they had to head to Ireland to a US military base.  They spent the night there.  From Ireland they went to Iceland, then to Greenland…where they again spent the night.  From Greenland they went to New York.

Upon arrival in New York they were taken directly to the train station.  Unfortunately, the ‘coupons’ that one of pop’s brother’s, my Uncle John, secured for them weren’t signed, so they couldn’t be used. They were suppose to be vouchers for travel purchased in Iran from an agent.  So since the coupons didn’t work they were stuck in the train station with no money, no food, with a one year old. Mom and Pop were 23 and 24 at this time.

Some nice people helped them and Pop had a card with the name of a Russian church on it.  They took them on the subway to the church and arrived in the evening just as the minister was locking up.  There was no time to find a home for them to spend the night so they took them to a hotel.  Mom said, ‘They put us on the 9th floor, I was so scared..”  And the other couple they were with were on the 14th floor.  The next morning was a Sunday so the streets were empty and Mom said she looked out the window and down and there was trash blowing along the street.  Very frightening to look that far down.

The minister showed up with milk and bread, they hadn’t eaten the day before, and they remember that delivery making them feel like orphans.  They had no money, no food, and Pop only spoke a little English.  (Which he had learned working on an American Military Base in Tehran…I’ll get to that.)

The pastor took them to church and that night they stayed with a family.  On Monday they put them on a train to Chicago.

Two vivid memories of their time in New York…  It was the first time Mom had seen toast, and she couldn’t figure out how they got it perfect on both sides.  She also got stuck in a revolving door and couldn’t get out.  She said, they weren’t educated enough to be in New York.

In Chicago another group from a church met them, fed them, gave them a place to stay, and then put them on a train to Los Angeles.  It should be noted that Kathy was very good during all of this, only cried a little.  At some point in this US leg of the journey they were able to contact people in LA to wire them money for the train tickets.  Pop figured it took them about 2 years to pay back all of the costs of their trip to the States.”

(This is a photo of my sister Kathy in a park in Los Angeles, California. Love how the older folk sitting on the benches in the background all have hats on.)

My parents were the first of their families to arrive in the U.S.A.

“In the course of telling this story Pop mentioned other jobs he’d had so I made him list them in order…here is roughly the job history.

His first job was driving horses plowing the fields in Russia.  There were four horses hooked to the plow.  He worked plowning.  (Think clowning)  He also worked threshing the wheat.

Then he worked as a shepherd.  A group of families had cows, sheep, and goats and it sounds like the kids from each family took turns watching the animals.

When they moved to Tehran he worked as a babysitter/houseboy doing whatever the woman of the house wanted him to do.

Later, in Iran he had a job feeding cows.  Then after they were milked he would walk around town to the customers they had and sell milk from a bucket by the cup.

After that he went to work on some of the Shah’s land doing farming.  When it wasn’t farming season he would deliver sand and bricks to road crews.

Then he had jobs on Military bases…he worked on the American base in the kitchens washing out the pans. They would feed him while he was there, and give him food to hide on his body to take out to his family.  (Not technically allowed to take the food, but the cook was nice.)  It’s also where he learned to speak some English.

He also worked on the Russian military base as a mechanic.  He said he ‘fix em’ Chevy’s and Studebaker’s, when they had been in accidents, we fix em up.

His last job in Tehran was in a brick factory.  It was far away so he needed to have transportation.  He said, he and Mom lived in an apartment with 4 other families above a sauna house owned by a Turkish man.  He sold Pop a bike that he had stolen…  When I asked, ‘he stole the bike?”  He said,’Yes, but he sold it to me real cheap, and nobody would recognize it because they changed the color.”  He rode the bike to work every day.”

Ellen’s thoughts…

When I think of what my parents went through to get to the United States I’m so grateful. Grateful to God for giving them the courage and faith to face the unknown. Just the language barrier had to be scary. They had a little toddler and my mom was pregnant with my sister Vera during this journey. Sitting on a bench in a loud cargo plane with 24 other people with a little one in diapers, amazing. They had no idea what kind of life they were going to have in the United States. They had only lived in villages where maybe there were a few 2 story structures and here they were in New York City with tall buildings. When they arrived in Los Angeles my dad worked odd jobs in carpentry and construction. They helped the rest of their extended family immigrate to the U.S. over a number of years. Each of these family units lived with my parents until they could get into a place of their own. My mother’s father was killed in Iran after my parents came to the U.S. My mother’s mom immigrated to the U.S.A. with my Uncle and Aunt as a widow. So much hardship endured and they persevered over the years and have always expressed their thankfulness to God for bringing them to the U.S.A. They had 9 children total. Their first daughter died in Iran when she was a toddler. Here are the 8 of us in age order…this is an old photo taken in 2003 at the 40th birthday party of Leonard and Lana, our youngest siblings (twins).

Kathy, Vera, Fred, Ellen, Tim, Steve, Lana, Leonard

My mom and pop in 2006 in Dallas, Texas.

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My mom and pop at my niece’s wedding in April of 2013.

We had a 90th birthday party and early 70th wedding anniversary party for my parents at the end of April in 2013. We were so happy to have had this celebration as my mom took ill later that summer and never recovered. My mom went to be with her Savior on September 13, 2013 on my parents’ 70th wedding anniversary. Our pop joined our mom in heaven in June of 2018.

Love Filled Weekend…

Our oldest and his dear bride flew out to visit us Eastsiders for the weekend.

Both Jaymison and Addyson enjoyed seeing and being with their Auntie and Uncle.

A walk was in order on Sunday since the sun broke through.

We took this photo to text along to our SIL/Aunt/Great Aunt Mandy in Texas who celebrated a birthday today.

Today was also the 10 month landmark for Jaymison. I will post some photos later this week since I left my camera at the kids’ house and won’t be able to upload the photos today.

Hope you all had a weekend filled with God’s love and brotherly love.

The Cords That Bound ~ Hymn

The Cords that bound my heart to earth
Are broken by His hand;
Before His cross I found myself
A stranger in the land.

That visage marr’d, those sorrows deep,
The vinegar and gall,
These were His golden chains of love
His captive to enthrall.

My hear is with Him on His throne
And ill can brook delay,
Each moment listening for the voice
“Rise up, and Come away!”

With hope deferred oft sick and faint,
“Why tarries He? I cry;
Let not the Saviour chide my haste,
For then would I reply:

“May not an exile, Lord, desire.”
His own sweet land to see?
“May not a captive seek release,”
A prisoner to be free?

“A child, when far away, may long”
For home and kindred dear;
And she, that waits her absent Lord”
May sigh till he appear.

I would, my Lord and Saviour, know”
That which no measure knows!
Would search the mystery of Thy love
The depths of all thy woes!

My Favorite Valentines

I bought these cute felt envelopes a year ago at the after Valentine’s Day sales. They are about 9 x 12. Addy got some leggings, long sleeve tees and a book plus a little stuffed Valentine bear.

Jaymison got some clothes and a stuffed Valentine doggy.

I got to babysit early this morning while Dan and Jamie went out for breakfast.

JJ was asleep and woke up after his parents were gone and I was relieved he didn’t seem to mind that they were gone and that I was on morning duty. He ate all his breakfast for Baba.

Addy came out to the living area after waking up and before her folks headed out the door. She was fine staying with Baba, too. We read her new book and waited for JJ to wake up. The photos I have of her are from yesterday when we did some baking together with her mommy and while JJ had a nap.

Baba, take a picture of the chocolate!

And I cannot forget my Dear who has been my very favorite Valentine since 1972!

We are eating in today having steak, baked potatoes, butternut squash and something green. A Strawberry Boston White Creme cake/pie for dessert that called out to me at Safeway Grocery Store. It was only $5.00 today. Speaking of calling out when I was shopping in the aisles I heard a familiar little voice say, “there’s Baba!” What fun it is to live in a small country town and be able to bump into our loved ones at the stores!! Addy and I had some unexpected extra time for hugs and a kiss. Hope you have a day and weekend filled with lovely things.

Valentine’s Day Antique Postcards

Dear’s Great Great Aunt Emma received these postcards over the years. The postmarks are from 1901 to 1909. She had quite a collection of postcards for every holiday and birthdays and from around the world.

We have some special things planned around Valentine’s Day. Baking cookies with grands tomorrow. We will be eating in not out on Friday. Are you doing anything special?