Thursday, June 02, 2005

Blue Mountain Heart to Heart

I was still drinking coffee at my church during the coffee and goodies hour after Sunday worship when I noticed that quite a few people were going into the Fellowship Hall. I stopped someone and asked if this was some committee meeting or something open to everyone. It was open to all, but they were just finishing up a video, so I had missed most of the presentation by a staff member from Blue Mountain Heart to Heart. But a few years earlier I had attended a Heart to Heart open house, and at one time the PFLAG group of which I was a member met at their small office before moving back to the church after a few months or so.

I talked to the Heart to Heart staffer as she was packing up and got her permission to use their printed info in my blog. And I still have more of their info to type.

If Walla Walla city and county have Heart to Heart, then other places may have a similar program even if called by a different name, and a reader of my blog might steer a person needing help to a place nearby. So I need to get to Heart to Heart to see if they have any brother or sister orgs and if so, get their contact info. In the meantime, here is some info from a flyer they had at my church.

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Blue Mountain Heart to Heart is a private, nonprofit organization that provides case management services to people living with HIV/AIDS and works to prevent transmission of the virus in our community.

Our History

In 1991, Heart to Heart was conceived by a task force of health care professionals, social service professionals, social service agencies, and concerned individuals who came together to respond to the earliest cases of HIV/AIDS diagnosed in the Walla Walla Valley. Today, Heart to Heart is a leader in HIV/AIDS education and prevention in the greater Walla Walla Valley area and much of southeastern Washington.

Fact: In the State of Washington, individuals between the ages of 14 and 25 make up 21 percent of newly reported HIV infections. Teen pregnancies in Walla Walla and Columbia counties are higher than the state average, indicating that many of our youth are engaging in high-risk behavior. Yet many young people believe they are not at risk for contracting HIV!

Fact: As a group, minority women of childbearing age have the fastest-growing rate of infection. Our population of permanent and semi-permanent agricultural workers is growing in relation to the burgeoning wine industry. Our bilingual, bicultural programs are critical in crossing the cultural barriers that impede prevention education.

Fact: A cure for HIV is a long way off.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

A Typed Stew

For this blog I'm going to give you two short, mostly unrelated bits. You may want to call it a typed stew: a bite of carrot and next a bit of onion.

I'm hoping that you might enjoy this prayer even if you are not religious. This is the Lord's Prayer from the New Zealand Book of Common Prayer:

Eternal Spirit, Earth-Maker, Pain-Bearer, Life-Giver, source of all that is and that shall be, Father and Mother of us all, loving God, in whom is heaven:

The hallowing of your name echoes through the universe! The way of your justice be followed by the peoples of the earth! Your heavenly will be done by all created beings! Your commonwealth of peace and freedom sustain our hope and come on earth.

With the bread we need for today, feed us. In the hurts we absorb from one another, forgive us. In times of temptation and test, spare us. From the grip of all that is evil, free us.

For you reign in the glory of the power that is love, now and forever.

Amen.


The above was printed in the church bulletin and read in unison by the congregation on Pentecost Sunday of this year at the First Congregational church of Walla Walla, Washington.

I think that I mentioned, awhile back at the beginning of my blog, a book about women who married men, but later found that something was not quite correct, and eventually discovered that they were much happier when they found lesbian partners. That the opposite--straight spouses finding out their spouses aren't heterosexual--would also happen never came to my mind. I suppose that's part of the problem of being straight and trying to understand people with a same-sex orientation. I bring this up now because I picked up an eleven-page publication that probably came out of the kiosk at my church. It is called News & Notes of the Straight Spouse Network or SSN for short. The one I have is the Fall 2004 issue.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Is This Discrimination or What?

The following came to me by snail mail from the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. The text is under the picture of a bride and groom, obviously just married.
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Congratulations on your marriage! To honor this special occasion the U.S. government is happy to present to you:

1. Access to social security after a spouse's death.
2. Access to health insurance through a spouse's workplace.
3. The right to custody of children after divorce.
4. Visitation rights for nonbiological children.
5. Joint parenting rights such as access to children's school records.
6. Bereavement leave after the death of a spouse.
7. Burial determination after the death of a spouse.
8. Domestic violence intervention.
9. Sick leave to care for a spouse or nonbiological child.
10. Legal validation of a long-term relationship.
11. Ability to live in neighborhoods deemed "families only."
12. Access to life insurance in a spouse’s workplace.
13. Access to survivor benefits in case of emergency.
14. Access to spouse’s benefits in case of emergency.
15. Ability to file wrongful death claims.
16. Right to shared property, child support and alimony after divorce.
17. Ability to file joint home and auto insurance policies.
18. Joint rental leases with automatic renewal rights if spouse dies or leaves.
19. Automatic inheritance of retirement savings tax free after spouse's death.
20. Automatic exemption of property tax increases on shared assets gained after spouse’s death.
21. Ability to file joint tax returns.
22. Access to tax breaks for married couples.
23. Veterans' discounts based on spouse's armed forces status.
24. Assumption of spouse's pension after death.
25. Ability to file joint bankruptcy.
26. Ability to collect unemployment benefits after leaving a job to relocate because of spouse's job move.
27. Ability to transfer property from one spouse to another without transfer tax consequences.
28. Access to fostering children.
29. Automatic next of kin status for emergency medical decisions and hospital visitation status.
30. Immigration and residency priority for spouses from other countries.
31. Ability to invoke spousal privilege in a court of law.
32. Access to reduced-rate memberships at health clubs, social clubs, and other organizations.
33. Prison visitation rights.

All of the above are reserved for unions that consist of one man and one woman.

What do same-sex couples get? Nothing.
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Numbering was my own idea, not the Task Force's.

I am sure the Task Force would gladly accept any donations you would like to make.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Heteros Down, Gays & Lesbians Up

Neither the gay nor the straight scientists could figure out why it happened. People ask me to give them at least a clue, but I don't have a clue either. So the following is as good as I can do.

From a galaxy far, far away, a huge boulder broke off and came spinning toward the earth. Lucky for us it did not strike any populated areas, but it did hit the north pole and that made everything topsy-turvy, including the population's attitude toward sexual orientations. Gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and so forth were now at the top of the heap and the heterosexuals, who became known as the HH (for "hated heteros"), were at the bottom and many of them were digging themselves even deeper!

After a long while a kindly lesbian said, "Do you not remember that many same-sex oriented people used to hide in the closet? So many of us tried hiding who we were. Does that sound like a great, simple solution to you? It is not! Just one time I played in a closet and knocked down some of my dad’s white work shirts that my mother had just washed, ironed, and hung up in there. I got spanked with a long-handled wooden spoon. But my mother still loved me and I still loved her. There was no long-term loss for either of us.

"On the other hand, if you are an HH person in the closet, one--just one--mistake might haunt you the rest of your life. The only place you can relax your guard is when you are at home alone with your partner. And even there if your partner says or has done something wonderful for you and you feel like kissing your partner's lips off , maybe you should get up and close the curtains so your neighbor walking his dog past your place won't catch a glimpse of you in action because he might out you. How would that go over with your boss at work? How about your co-workers? Friends?"

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I was hoping to get you into a fantasy of your own about what it would be like to suddenly have the opposite of your true sexual orientation. Do you think the lesbian was truly kind or do you think she was after revenge?

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I have a new-- to me--book: Silent Lives: How High a Price? by Sara L. Boesser, published by Hamilton Books, an imprint of University Press of America, Inc. It's written to facilitate personal reflections and group discussions about sexual orientation.

You should buy or borrow and read this book. My wife says she got my copy through Amazon.com.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Grandpa Vernon & the New House

Our new house was really a wonder. No more big chunks of coal. Coal was delivered in small pieces that slid down a slide into the coal room in the basement. All we had to do was shovel some of the coal into a container, walk a couple of steps, then empty the container into a hopper that had a screw auger to move the coal into the firebox of the furnace. How long the auger ran depended on how we had the thermostats set upstairs in the house. Wonder of wonders.

When it came time to move everything out of the rental house, perhaps on a Sunday, almost all stores and businesses were closed, probably because of "blue laws." There were lots of friends and relatives on hand to help. Uncle Doc [Fred Vernon] borrowed an open-sided, flat-bottomed dolly from the Union Pacific freight house where he was employed. A tall chest of drawers could be lifted onto that dolly, then it could be wheeled up to the new house with a man on each side to keep it balanced. The grunt work came in getting it up the front sidewalk, onto the porch, then through the door and into the house. The ladies would tell them where to put it, and if that didn't suit they'd tell them to move it to another place or two. Finally we got to spend our first night in the wonderful new house. My sister and I each had a bedroom of our own!

Do you remember that I wrote that Pearl Harbor would bring a lot of changes? Those came into play then. Thanks to the war, there were good jobs available in Walla Walla. My cousin Ella Faye came back. Her brother Lester Gusey was soon in the army. My Aunt Leona was left alone when Uncle Harold went into the Coast Guard, so she and Ella Faye took over my bedroom. I was moved down into the basement, but it was worth it to have Ella Faye back.

Uncle Doc met a woman named Clara. He married her and adopted her little girl, Lurraie. That would have been no trouble, but it meant that the house Uncle Doc and Grandpa Vernon had been living in was now too small. Where did they put Grandpa? In our new house. And where did they put him in our new house? I bet you can guess where and get it right. Yup, you got it: down in the basement with me. There wasn't any other place to put him.

Now that would have been all right, but he was an "early to bed, early to rise" kind of man who had spent most of his life working on various farms as a hired hand, especially during harvest time. He might have started working as early as 12 or 13. And he complained his father stole all his wages. I was glad that I never had to meet my Great-Grandpa Vernon. What I didn't know was that most fathers collected their children's wages back then. Grandpa's full name was John Wesley Vernon, though the "John Wesley" part was a misnomer: while the historical John Wesley founded the Methodist church, my grandpa used to say, "All churches want is your money!"

Anyway, Grandpa Vernon wanted to go to bed right after the evening radio news. He'd say the same thing every night: "Well! It's time for all good people to be in bed and the thieves on the way." Then he would invariably ask, "Is your dad home yet?" The answer was usually no, but none of us still up would answer him. We'd just say, "Good night, Grandpa." I think Ella Faye would call him "Gramps," though he wasn't her grandpa. I would be a little angry at the very idea of mentioning thieves and my dad almost in the same breath!

The old man had gotten up at what to me was the crack of dawn most of his life, and he continued to do so. At first he got up quietly and lit a cigar. I didn't like being around cigarette smoke, let alone cigar smoke, so I told on him to my mother. She had a talk with her father.

After that the old man got up just as early, opened the basement window--which made a lot of rattling noise, in my opinion enough to wake the dead--sat on a chair under the window, and fired up his cigar. That went on for a couple of days, but not all of the smoke went out the window and the noise was the same. Saturday and Sunday when I did not need to get up early to get ready for school were the worst. So I again complained to my mother and she forbade Grandpa to smoke anywhere in the house. He then smoked on the front porch. During winter he would go out to the garage and smoke in there.

As I got older the old man and I grew closer. I do remember thinking that I ought to teach him how to read, but he wouldn't have anything to do with any snot-nosed kid teaching him anything. I think he helped me learn to count money to see if a clerk gave me the right change.

One time I got home from somewhere to find that the only one home was Grandpa, but that didn't bother me because I'd got money from my folks earlier so that I could pay for a movie ticket and I had enough for bus fare too. I got ready, doing what I thought Mother would want me to do before I went downtown. I got to the front door, then explained to the old man that I was going to take the bus downtown and go see a movie. "No, you ain't," said he.

Now I was getting hot under the collar. This time I was defiant: "Yes, I am, and you can't stop me." I got the door open and then the old man said, "The reason you ain't gonna take the bus downtown is that the bus is gonna take you."

You know, I don't think I realized until now that I do the same thing the old man did all the time. I take a word someone said literally and change it into what I consider a joke. I must be more of a chip off the old man's block than I thought.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Moving Out

Paying rent is like pouring money down a rat hole. I don’t know whether my parents figured that out on their own, or if someone convinced them of that.

I think I know that Aunt Bea's husband might have been into real estate. And I also think that when they moved out of Walla Walla over to the coast, Forey went into real estate and made quite a bit of money over there.

I found it very interesting that my folks were having a brand new house built right next to Aunt Maud and Uncle Shorty’s house. My uncle’s real name was John Everett, but I never heard anybody call him John. Like most of my uncles he worked for the Union Pacific Railroad. I was fascinated by the huge work horse the man digging the full basement used for the digging. Another uncle was a farmer and had riding horses. Uncle Gene Stiller was married to my mother’s sister Eva. I had thought that the riding horses were big.

It seemed that the house was both slow and fast in coming into shape. There were concrete retaining walls in the front and on two sides and then they were pouring the concrete for the basement floor. When the contractor said that it could be walked on, my mother wanted to see the basement, so she walked to the new house by herself and started down the ladder. The stairway was yet to be built. She must have been most of the way down before she fell because when she was found down there she was bruised and had a black eye and a cracked shoulder bone.

One of my dad's friends teased him by saying, "Well, Bud, you finally proved to your wife that you're the head of the household!" My dad didn't like his first name, which was Clarence, so he went by the nickname Bud. He wrote checks to pay bills as C. V. Marshall. For quite a while my folks were known as Bud and Toots. There was a second Ada in their card-playing group, so my mother went by her childhood nickname.

Finally the new house was ready for us to move in.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Medical Hat, Briefly

This time, I would like to present a teaser to get you to go to a site that kept me from getting started on this blog earlier. The site has an article that says animal studies show that the placenta is not a barrier to alcohol. The mother and the fetus test the same for blood alcohol content. A related article says that 10 percent of pregnant women drink alcohol.

If you have or have had any interest in things medical you might like to sign up to get their email like I do. But while you are there take a good look at other kinds of articles. You may find some that interest you more than the medical. Try the site for a couple of weeks or a month. They say that it is easy to get to get them to stop sending their stuff if you change your mind. The web site is www.jointogether.org.

Oh, if you know any pregnant women, or even some women who are about to get married, you might tell them about this too.