2012 - Week One - Let's Do This2012 - Week One - Let's Do This I'm starting off 2012 with a positive surge of energy and eagerness because I know this is going to be a great year!  This year, although I don't set new year's goals or resolutions, I am looking forward...

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Week Fifty - GiftsWeek Fifty - Gifts This week's post is all about gifts.  First I'll start with the gift of an amazing husband who cares for me way more than I could ever deserve.  This past week, my laptop that I use for doing my job...

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Week Fourty Nine - Lessons LearnedWeek Fourty Nine - Lessons Learned One of the things I have learned about blogging over the past years, is that the very thing that you most want to write about generally keeps you from writing. That thing is called life. When I get busy,...

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Week Thirty - Rabbits Reborn and Sharing the Game of SoccerWeek Thirty - Rabbits Reborn and Sharing the Game of... This week has been a long one.  Scott has been in Africa all week and does not get back until Wednesday.  Although I have missed him greatly, I have been able to accomplish much with the quiet house...

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Week Twenty Nine - Missions and MittensWeek Twenty Nine - Missions and Mittens Scott left for Uganda yesterday on his first mission trip, ever.  He will be gone for 10 days and is part of an all male (testosterone rich) group of coaches and active guys.  He was excited, nervous,...

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Week Fourty Nine – Lessons Learned

Category : Featured, Journal, Travel

One of the things I have learned about blogging over the past years, is that the very thing that you most want to write about generally keeps you from writing. That thing is called life. When I get busy, I stop posting. This is a very common phenomenon and is not unique to me. Between getting busy with Christmas knitting and some less than kind comments left on some of my last blog posts, I basically just stopped talking about what I was up to. This really makes me sad. I have an empty space on my blog/journal/memory book of 18 weeks and that is just not acceptable to me. So, without further delay, here is what I have been doing for the past 18 weeks.

Let’s start with the most important news first.

We had another grand-baby in September. The trip out to Colorado was quick, but full of wonderful memories. Baby Luke Alan Fillmer was born on September 17, 2011, at 10:07 am, in Longmont, Colorado. His hats and socks fit him reasonably well, but his momma and daddy really like the sleep sack that I made for him. He is in it constantly and it keeps him so warm. Important thing to have in Colorado in the Fall.  Here are the four Fillmer Boys (3 generations) within an hour or so of the birth.

Last time I posted, Scott was in Uganda on his first mission trip.  He has since gone back there again and the two trips could not have been more different.  Our church does mission work in such a unique way.  The focus is a personal connection with individuals, not church planting.  Therefore, the last trip Scott went on was an all male, soccer oriented trip.  The guys connected with individuals and, more importantly, the community, by going over and “hanging out” or spending time with those who shared the same interests.  Through this connection, the guys were able to share the love of Christ with many from the community who might not have been touched otherwise.

This second trip had nine members (4 guys and 5 gals) and was all about clean water and the kids.  The story of the trip can be found here: http://www.scottfillmer.com and the photos, as always, are astonishing!  Here are a couple of my favorites.

There are so many awesome photos from this trip that it is worth a jump over to Scott’s blog just to look at the photos.

Ok, SERIOUSLY?  I have to take a minor break here….my computer just bit the dust and the hard drive is DEAD, so this post will be continued when I am back up and running…stay tuned…

Week Twenty-One – Exit Stage Left

Category : Journal, Travel

The National Polka Festival (NPF) in Ennis, Texas has been in existence for as long as I have, 45 years.  This has always made the event seem even more special to me and has been one of the many reasons I have tried so hard to return to the festival of the celebration of my heritage every year.  Slowly, over time, the many reasons for making the trek back to Dallas have dwindled down to just a handful.  I still love the music of my childhood and don’t think I will ever tire of dancing and singing the Czech tunes.

This year, the visit to Dallas was different in a lot of ways.  For the first time, I took a good look at the reasons for visiting this particular festival.  When I was growing up, we went to the NPF to visit with family and friends.  As any good Czech, Catholic family would be, my extended family was (is) huge.  I can remember many cousins, god-parents, grand-parents, aunts and uncles, all visiting and enjoying the atmosphere that felt so familiar complete with the food, beer, music, and dancing.  As time has gone by, many of the cousins have moved on.  Some of my grand-parents have passed away and some of them don’t care to come anymore.  My mother, the 100% Czech part of the family, has passed on and my God-mother, who was always the anchor of the dancing part of my family had a stroke a few years back and is in a home, not doing well, from what I’ve been told.

This year, the festival was fun, as it always is.  However, that is the interesting thing, this year, Scott and I realized that the NPF is always the same.  We always arrive the same day, go to the same venues, see the same art vendors downtown and the same bands in the halls.  The parade never changes and the menu at the dance-halls, although contains some authentic Czech fare, has not changed in at least 10 years.  Seriously, the menu consists of Barbeque Beef & Klobase, Parsley Potatoes, Green Beans (not sure what is Czech about that), Sauerkraut (German?), and Czech Pastries (Kolaches).  If you stay until Sunday, you get Pork Roast and Dumplings (Knedliky).  The tunes played are now 50% Czech and 50% Country and Western.  The one new thing the festival did this year was bring in a magician, yes, that is right, a magician, to entertain.  I think it was this last development that actually sealed our decision (see below).  Although we had a good time, we will not be attending the NPF for several years to come.  Perhaps absence will make the heart grow fonder.

Don’t get me wrong here, I am actually impressed and pleased that the folks in Ennis can still keep a folk festival alive in today’s culture and society.  I know it is insanely difficult to reach the younger generation and I applaud them for trying to do things each year that will draw the younger crowd.  See this post for more information on how the NPF folks could better reach the younger crowd.  The beef I have with the management of this festival is that the young are being reached at the expense of the purity of the culture.  My question is this: WHAT IS CZECH ABOUT A MAGICIAN??

My reasons for taking my money and time elsewhere are not only due to the festival changing, but due to out growing this festival and a desire to see how other Czechs hold their festivals in other parts of this country and beyond.  Therefore, next year we will be heading for the Wilber Czech Festival in Wilber, Nebraska.  In an effort to start a new tradition with the younger folks in our family and to try to carry on the Czech heritage, we have asked our kids and grand-kids to join us in Wilber, as well as my parents.  All have agreed to wear costumes for the event.  I will be making those and posting progress photos throughout the next year on this blog.  It is nice to be excited again about attending a Czech festival.  I am sure the festival in Wilber has many of the same issues, namely, familiarity to those who attend every year, but it will be new to us and we are looking forward to it.

Finally, I leave you with photos from this year’s festival.  I do have a video of Scott and I dancing, but am working out a deal for cash to keep it from being posted.  HaHa!  As I said, we did have a good time, but also a reflective one.  Enjoy ~ až později

The trip to the festival:

The King and Queen Competition:

Czech Musicians (one of these is my cousin:

Random photos of fun:

 

Week Eighteen – It is May, Do You Know What That Means?

Category : Journal, Travel

It means that it is time to prepare and go to the annual National Polka Festival, of course.  This year I decided not to make new costumes.  I will be doing that next year, hopefully for the whole family.

This year I decided to spruce up and adjust some of the current costume components.  Starting with my red skirt that I made for the festival two years ago.  This skirt had four huge bias panels in it and was ridiculously heavy to wear.  After about 2 hours work, one of the panels is now removed and it is much lighter.  When I made it I was unsure if there would be enough “swing” and so I put in the four panels.  After wearing it at the 2009 festival, I realized that three would have still provided plenty of swing without weighing me down quite as much as I moved.  So, the adjustment has been made.  I’ll be adding a little bling here and there to the red and the purple costumes, ironing, and fluffing, etc.  Then we pack them up and head out for the Memorial Day Weekend festivities in Ennis, TX.  If you actually read this blog and are anywhere in the area (and are not a stalker) come to the festival and see if you can find us.  Sort of a modern day “where’s Waldo”…

 

Quote of the week: “This is Serious!!” Harrison Ford, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Ebby Learns To Swim // Dogs On Thursday

Category : Featured, Journal

Last week’s Dogs on Thursday post was not one that was planned.  Although we did expect the outcome eventually, it was not welcome.  Anyway, this week I can post photos of Ebby’s first experience with swimming.  While on our trip last week we were able to visit the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  If you own a dog and want to go to the beach with them, don’t go to Florida, go to North Carolina!  Florida does not welcome dogs!!  Anyway, Ebby was more than welcome on the beaches in Kill Devil Hills, NC and she learned to do a little dog paddle on her own.  Here are some shots of the trip and of her experience.  Enjoy.

I am too little to go out there!

I am too little to go out there!

Let's go swimming!

Let's go swimming!

We are going swimming!  Whee!

We are going swimming! Whee!

Ok, maybe Daddy will take me swimming!

Ok, maybe Daddy will take me swimming!

Here we go...

Here we go...

Look at me, I'm swimming!

Look at me, I'm swimming!

Hey this is lots of fun.  Don't drop me!

Hey this is lots of fun. Don't drop me!

Nobody told me you had to rinse off afterwards....

Nobody told me you had to rinse off afterwards....

Kill Devil Hills // Top of the Outer Banks

Category : Journal

Ebby learned to swim today in the ocean!  I will post photos of this experience in my Dogs on Thursdays Post.  In the meantime, here is what we did today.

Driving through Lynchburg one last time on our way to the Outer Banks of North Carolina I snapped these shots.

Liberty University

We will be spending lots of time (and $$) here!

We will be spending lots of time (and $$) here!

I had hoped to get a photo of Liberty Mountain with the giant LU on the side, but was unable to see the mountain for the trees. HA!  So, that photo will have to wait for another time.  We had an uneventful, yet scenic, drive across Virginia today.  Our journey for the day ended here.

View from our balcony in Kill Devil Hills, NC

View from our balcony in Kill Devil Hills, NC

Finally, one last photo for our son.  He lives in the Boulder/Longmont area of Colorado and is trying to start his own Crossfit gym.  The quest for clients is always ongoing, so if you are in the market for a personal trainer and are in the area, let me know and I can hook you up with him.  These photos are for him…

Crossfit Outer Banks

Cross Fit Gym, Outer Banks, NC

Cape Hatteras is on the agenda for tomorrow and then heading back toward the farm.  I have to head back soon, I am running out of knitting projects…