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Mornin ya'll..

I've been up since four as it was a restless night. I think the blogging opened up the memory pathway in my brain and it was busy with words flying every which way. Then my blog was gone when I looked for it this morning and I was about to give up this blogging deal. Sweet Crystal gave it back to me so I'll take another stab at it. Yesterday I have things basackwards..first blog on bottom of page..second on top. Don't think that's right. Don't know where this one will go or even if. Oh well...have to exercise the fingers anyway. Perhaps I should be writing this in Word instead of my Inbox. ?????? Gosh, I wish I were smart.

I will take one more quick stab at the 'name' conversation and then let it go. Among the many churches we attended we went to Unity the most. The girls liked it best. Ron liked his first one..Pilgrim Lutherin so there he stayed. Pastor Larson was one of his best friends and guided him well.

One morning while I was sitting in church, with my best friend Carol, the minister talked about names. He believed we have our name even before the parents pick one out. I think this is true because....up until the day before Ron was born his name was going to be Richard. Dick. I just changed it in a hurry. Judy was going to be Cathy. The neighbor next door had a baby girl the day before and she took Cathy...all of a sudden Judy was Judy. Connie was going to be Robyn but her dad said she wasn't a bird. She was a spring baby and I wanted Robyn. All of a sudden she was Connie. Now as I look at the three of them they would have made silly, Dicks, Cathy's, Birdie...ha. Anyway....so goes the Plan.

While I was going to WSU night school I sat next to two Indian boys from Lewiston. They noticed my name and told me it was an Indian name. They brought some books to school to prove it to me. There was Neysa in stories in books. The American Indian meaning is Young Fawn and the Eastern, like India etc., means Wild Flower. I would except both.

Enough on names....we all have one, right???

I love trees...a tree is an entity so full of energies. A tree is so beautiful. A tree is filled with wonderful stories it will tell if only one will listen. I'm a tree hugger. I have special trees everywhere I live. My tree here is a magnificent Oak in Corbin Park. I walk there all the time to see what color it is and I know it waits for me. I take my lunch and sit on it's roots and two squirrels come out of their hole at the top and inch themselves down the trunk to share lunch with me. It had knot holes you can hide things in. Another Indian story is one told to me when I worked at a book store. He told me this...
Now Listen UP You Young People...find yourself a tree...hug it...get to know your tree. Your tree is so alive. Your tree has vibs that you can hear, feel, and a healing power saved up for anyone who discovers it's powers. You will hear a hum as it talks to you...honest...I'm not just kidding around here. Tell it your secrets. It won't tell them to anyone. Your thoughts are stored in it's roots and it's branches reach towards the Heavens to carry your dreams upwards. Your sad thoughts will be stored in it's leaves or needles and be turned into beautiful colors...then they will fly away and wait another year to be born anew. A tree is not only a tree..A tree can be a best friend.

Gretta...thank you for your picture. How sweet you are. Of all the Beck grandchildren your the only one who doesn't have an oz. of Beck in your looks...you are a mini picture of mommy. Have a wonderful first birthday and keep your red hair...

I do prattle don't I.....signing off...ta, ta.