I assembled and self published a book of Dad's poems as a gift for the family, especially Mother. I mentioned the book to Sharon Winkle, the director at Mead and she said that it might be an additon to the library. I asked Mother today if she would like that and she said she would indeed. So next week, I will go to see Sharon and show her the book to see if she would like to add it to the shelves. It is called " A Regular Guy's Song. " The title is from one of the poems that Dad wrote while in high school. If Sharon likes it I will take one to Sheboygan Falls also.
Gaelic Storm tonight.
Mary
Friday, May 16, 2003
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Rhubarb. The first fruit of spring. I was able to harvest the first of my crop today. Memories of rhubarb date back to my childhood. We would pick those sour stalks and get a cup with sugar in the bottom. Then glory in the sour sweet taste of raw sweetened rhubarb. I don't do that anymore.
Jim LOVES rhubarb pie and today we had the first of the year. I'll share my recipe.
Rhubarb Cream Pie
Prepared 9 " Pie Crust (I have my own recipe but you CAN use a frozen or a packaged one.)
1 1/2 Cups Sugar
1/4 Cup Flour
3/4 teasp. Nutmeg
3 Eggs - slightly beaten
4 Cups Rhubarb - cut in 1" slices
2 Tblsp. Butter
Pour the rhubarb into the prepared pie crust. Blend sugar, flour and nutmeg. Add to eggs. Pour mixture over the rhubarb in the crust and bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes. Then reduce the temperature to 350 degrees and cook until the custard is set. This will take from 20 to 35 minutes. Check every 5 minutes after the 20.
Yum. Yum.
Jim LOVES rhubarb pie and today we had the first of the year. I'll share my recipe.
Rhubarb Cream Pie
Prepared 9 " Pie Crust (I have my own recipe but you CAN use a frozen or a packaged one.)
1 1/2 Cups Sugar
1/4 Cup Flour
3/4 teasp. Nutmeg
3 Eggs - slightly beaten
4 Cups Rhubarb - cut in 1" slices
2 Tblsp. Butter
Pour the rhubarb into the prepared pie crust. Blend sugar, flour and nutmeg. Add to eggs. Pour mixture over the rhubarb in the crust and bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes. Then reduce the temperature to 350 degrees and cook until the custard is set. This will take from 20 to 35 minutes. Check every 5 minutes after the 20.
Yum. Yum.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Something special to report today.
On Saturday evening, St. Mary Home and School had their annual fundraiser, a spaghetti dinner with an oral auction, a raffle and a silent auction. I had purchased some raffle tickets. Last night I got a call that I had won two prizes.
The first is a really nice gift basket with candles, candy, a lovely pitcher and a cute little wooden basket. But the really fun thing was that I won the $500 tuition to St. Mary School. Tonight was the school board meeting, so I attended to collect my prize and turn the check over to the board to help any family or families who might be able to send their child or children to St. Mary with a bit of financial help. They suggested naming the fund after me but I didn't want that. However ------- I knew what to do and the Mary Deeley Tuition fund is now available at St. Mary School. Mother has done so much for the school. She was actively involved in the fundraisers to build it. Remember the Bricklayers? She sent nine children there and she even taught for a couple of years. As she says, St. Mary is the only alternative to public education in Sheboygan Falls and we are needed. It also provides an opportunity for God to be in the school for our children.
Love
Mary
On Saturday evening, St. Mary Home and School had their annual fundraiser, a spaghetti dinner with an oral auction, a raffle and a silent auction. I had purchased some raffle tickets. Last night I got a call that I had won two prizes.
The first is a really nice gift basket with candles, candy, a lovely pitcher and a cute little wooden basket. But the really fun thing was that I won the $500 tuition to St. Mary School. Tonight was the school board meeting, so I attended to collect my prize and turn the check over to the board to help any family or families who might be able to send their child or children to St. Mary with a bit of financial help. They suggested naming the fund after me but I didn't want that. However ------- I knew what to do and the Mary Deeley Tuition fund is now available at St. Mary School. Mother has done so much for the school. She was actively involved in the fundraisers to build it. Remember the Bricklayers? She sent nine children there and she even taught for a couple of years. As she says, St. Mary is the only alternative to public education in Sheboygan Falls and we are needed. It also provides an opportunity for God to be in the school for our children.
Love
Mary
Monday, May 12, 2003
Well. I did not put a turkey on the table on Saturday morning on my hunting trip. But I cannot say it was not a successful hunting trip. Randy is such a patient guy and a good teacher. The weather was just perfect. It was cool enough that I was glad to have the long sleeves on and the funny head covering didn't bug me but warm enough that I didn't feel I wanted to shed something. We heard the turkeys gobbling both to the right and to the left in the woods but they never wandered out onto the field to feed or present a good target. I did see one fly out from the trees and accross the field. It looked big, probably a tom but he was on the fly and I could not shoot. The noise out there at dawn is indescribable. I wish I was better at identifying the bird songs. With my limited knowledge, we heard - crows, morning doves, turkeys, finches, cardinals, woodpeckers and geese. There were at least four other distinctive sounds that I cannot put to the bird. At one point two cardinals flew into the tree above me and sang their hears out. Are they EVER loud. Everything is turning green out there and it was the greatest way to start a day. Of course, getting up at 3:30AM isn't something I really want to do every day.
Friday, May 09, 2003
Tomorrow is a really weird day. I start off EARLY in the morning to go wild turkey hunting (my first time) with my dear brother, Randy, who is patient enough to put up with this late blooming hunter. Then I intend to come home and NAP because Dick and I are going to the last performance of the season of the Sheboygan Symphony.
The Sheboygan Symphony Orchestra is a real treasure for the community. They now perform at the Stephanie Weill Center which has the best accustics around. This finale is going to also feature selections by the newly installed vintage organ in the theatre. In case you want to know more, their site is www.sheboygansymphony.org.
Their director, Guy Victor Bordo, brings in great guest artists and as part of their coming, they have to go to the schools and present a program. Pretty good.
I'll let you know about the hunt.
Mary
The Sheboygan Symphony Orchestra is a real treasure for the community. They now perform at the Stephanie Weill Center which has the best accustics around. This finale is going to also feature selections by the newly installed vintage organ in the theatre. In case you want to know more, their site is www.sheboygansymphony.org.
Their director, Guy Victor Bordo, brings in great guest artists and as part of their coming, they have to go to the schools and present a program. Pretty good.
I'll let you know about the hunt.
Mary
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Here it is the 8th already. May 6th I had an all day, out of it, doctor's appointment and yesterday was Dick's Birthday. So here I am again checking in. Bart came to visit today. He is looking so much better lately.
Here is a little poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
AWAKENING
Morning is a gentle time.
Time for meandering and meditating.
Meditating on the day ahead, the day past.
Past the wakening houses, I walk.
Walk with my furry companion.
Companion who listens but makes no judgements.
Judgements, I make myself, as we wander.
Wander through the streets, listening.
Listening to the world awakening.
Awakening birds chirp hesitantly.
Hesitantly, then hungrily as they soar.
Soar into the air where I would like to be.
Be free from constraints.
Constraints that keep my feet planted.
Planted on the ground.
Here is a little poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
AWAKENING
Morning is a gentle time.
Time for meandering and meditating.
Meditating on the day ahead, the day past.
Past the wakening houses, I walk.
Walk with my furry companion.
Companion who listens but makes no judgements.
Judgements, I make myself, as we wander.
Wander through the streets, listening.
Listening to the world awakening.
Awakening birds chirp hesitantly.
Hesitantly, then hungrily as they soar.
Soar into the air where I would like to be.
Be free from constraints.
Constraints that keep my feet planted.
Planted on the ground.
Monday, May 05, 2003
To anyone who looks at my site, I would like to use it as a pooling spot for the genealogy research of the various branches of my family.
The branches of my family that I am tracing are:
Bowser (Buser)
Uelmen
Deeley
Ziegler
The Bowser portion is pretty complete. My cousin David Bowser, who is an avid historian and researcher, did a very detailed family tree of the family.
The one I have the least on is the Deeley Family, because we don't know how or exactly when Great Grandpa David and his wife, Honora Grady Deeley, came to the United States. We know they had my Great Aunt Elizabeth and my infant grandfather Michael with them.
I will publish parts as I progress and sort everything out.
Questions? Please ask.
Mary
The branches of my family that I am tracing are:
Bowser (Buser)
Uelmen
Deeley
Ziegler
The Bowser portion is pretty complete. My cousin David Bowser, who is an avid historian and researcher, did a very detailed family tree of the family.
The one I have the least on is the Deeley Family, because we don't know how or exactly when Great Grandpa David and his wife, Honora Grady Deeley, came to the United States. We know they had my Great Aunt Elizabeth and my infant grandfather Michael with them.
I will publish parts as I progress and sort everything out.
Questions? Please ask.
Mary
Sunday, May 04, 2003
The Irish had a big presence in Sheboygan last night. The Trinity Irish Dancers performed at the Stephanie Weill Performing Arts Center. (For those of you who are FROM Sheboygan but no longer live here. The Stephanie Weill Performing Arts Center is the old Marcus Theatre on 8th Street in the downtown. It has been restored to a theatre of outstanding beauty and utility. The Symphony and all the various performers that have come, are all raving about it. A real showpiece.)
Last night we were treated to a couple of hours of wonderful contemporaty and traditional Irish dancing. Mark Howard founded the Trinity Academy of Irish Dance at age 17. It has grown to be the largest Irish Dance program in the world. When he was 29 he formed the Trinity Dance Company to help introduce Irish Dancing in a format other than competitions.
What a joy. In two weeks we see Gaelic Storm on the same stage. Sheboygan is getting pretty smart about their music. The house seemed full last night. Even more so than for the Oak Ridge Boys and Ricky Skaggs.
Slainte
Mary
Last night we were treated to a couple of hours of wonderful contemporaty and traditional Irish dancing. Mark Howard founded the Trinity Academy of Irish Dance at age 17. It has grown to be the largest Irish Dance program in the world. When he was 29 he formed the Trinity Dance Company to help introduce Irish Dancing in a format other than competitions.
What a joy. In two weeks we see Gaelic Storm on the same stage. Sheboygan is getting pretty smart about their music. The house seemed full last night. Even more so than for the Oak Ridge Boys and Ricky Skaggs.
Slainte
Mary
Friday, May 02, 2003
Update on Baghdad Animals
Things ARE improving. Don't forget you can contribute for their care at Aid to Baghdad Zoo, C/0 North Carolina Zoological Society, 4403 Zoo Parkway, Asheboro, NC 27205
Mary
Things ARE improving. Don't forget you can contribute for their care at Aid to Baghdad Zoo, C/0 North Carolina Zoological Society, 4403 Zoo Parkway, Asheboro, NC 27205
Mary
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
"Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young, but be an example in your speech, your conduct, your love, faith and purity. Do not neglect the spiritual gift that is in you. Practice these things and devote yourself to them, in order that your progress may be seen by all. Keep doing these things, because if you do, you will save both yourself and those who hear you."
1Timothy 4:12-16
This was in the worship folder we prayed from tonight at Confirmation in the Sheboygan Armory. I was priviledged to be asked to sponsor my niece, Erin Deeley for this occasion. We have had fun sharing and bonding for this event and I am very proud of her. Archbishop Timothy Dolan officiated at the ceremony. He read excerpts from several letters written by the confirmants and Erin's was one of them. She was both proud and embarrassed and her thoughts were very impressive. Fr. Gene, our pastor, actually confirmed Erin and was very warm and spent a moment with each young person.
Altogether a wonderful experience. The music was a group choir from all nine parishes who were part of the ceremony and was wonderful.
1Timothy 4:12-16
This was in the worship folder we prayed from tonight at Confirmation in the Sheboygan Armory. I was priviledged to be asked to sponsor my niece, Erin Deeley for this occasion. We have had fun sharing and bonding for this event and I am very proud of her. Archbishop Timothy Dolan officiated at the ceremony. He read excerpts from several letters written by the confirmants and Erin's was one of them. She was both proud and embarrassed and her thoughts were very impressive. Fr. Gene, our pastor, actually confirmed Erin and was very warm and spent a moment with each young person.
Altogether a wonderful experience. The music was a group choir from all nine parishes who were part of the ceremony and was wonderful.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Here is a short biography I did of one of my favorite people who happens to be a cousin of mine. If you would like to be a part of helping Fr. Mike's kids. Let me know. I have lots of ideas.
Mary
Fr. Michael Shea
Fr. Michael Shea was born in Armstrong, Wisconsin July 30, 1938, the eldest child of John W. Shea and Eileen O’Conner Shea.
He was ordained a Redemptorist priest on July 2, 1964. Two years later, on January 31, 1966, he began his ministry in Thailand. His first challenge was learning the language. Then, for nine years, he cared for 12 villages strung along the Mekong River and inland.
His next assignment was in the Loei province, tending some mountain villages and also Hmong refugees in the Vinai refugee camp for six years.
In the early eighties, he built and staffed the Prince of Peace minor seminary, completing the building in 1982 and staying until 1984 when he returned to the Mekong River, staying until 1996 when he became rector and director of novices in Nongkhai in northeast Thailand.
Currently, Mike pastors four parishes. He has also established a hostel for Aids infected children called Sarnelli House in Don Wai. There are 36 Aids infected children in the hostel. Along with the Aids hostel he has a boys home called St. Patrick’s with 17 boys and a girls hospice called Viengkhuk Girl’s Hospice with 36 girls. These 53 healthy children have been orphaned and abandoned, usually because their mothers, dying of Aids were forced out of their homes because of fear of the disease.
The following is a paragraph from Fr. Mike’s Christmas 2002 letter to his friends and family.
“After 3 years with our kids, I have come to the conclusion that God made Christmas especially for children. Each year, after Midnight Masses at our four churches, kids in our hostels perform Christmas skits at the parties. This morning the Vienkhuk hostel girls told me excitedly that they are already having play practice. In their plays, the baby Jesus gets separated from His parents and never sees them again. He wanders from home to home, and the people refuse to invite Him to eat or stay with them. This achingly mirrors their lives before being taken in by us.”
Mike brings photograph albums of the children whenever he comes home, pictures of the children all dressed up for plays or playing or in school. They are all scrubbed and wide-eyed and beautiful. Someone asked him why he doesn’t show pictures of the sick children or as they arrive to invoke sympathy like some ministries do. He said that he lets the kids put the albums together and they want to put pictures of themselves and their friends looking good. Wouldn’t your children?
Mary
Fr. Michael Shea
Fr. Michael Shea was born in Armstrong, Wisconsin July 30, 1938, the eldest child of John W. Shea and Eileen O’Conner Shea.
He was ordained a Redemptorist priest on July 2, 1964. Two years later, on January 31, 1966, he began his ministry in Thailand. His first challenge was learning the language. Then, for nine years, he cared for 12 villages strung along the Mekong River and inland.
His next assignment was in the Loei province, tending some mountain villages and also Hmong refugees in the Vinai refugee camp for six years.
In the early eighties, he built and staffed the Prince of Peace minor seminary, completing the building in 1982 and staying until 1984 when he returned to the Mekong River, staying until 1996 when he became rector and director of novices in Nongkhai in northeast Thailand.
Currently, Mike pastors four parishes. He has also established a hostel for Aids infected children called Sarnelli House in Don Wai. There are 36 Aids infected children in the hostel. Along with the Aids hostel he has a boys home called St. Patrick’s with 17 boys and a girls hospice called Viengkhuk Girl’s Hospice with 36 girls. These 53 healthy children have been orphaned and abandoned, usually because their mothers, dying of Aids were forced out of their homes because of fear of the disease.
The following is a paragraph from Fr. Mike’s Christmas 2002 letter to his friends and family.
“After 3 years with our kids, I have come to the conclusion that God made Christmas especially for children. Each year, after Midnight Masses at our four churches, kids in our hostels perform Christmas skits at the parties. This morning the Vienkhuk hostel girls told me excitedly that they are already having play practice. In their plays, the baby Jesus gets separated from His parents and never sees them again. He wanders from home to home, and the people refuse to invite Him to eat or stay with them. This achingly mirrors their lives before being taken in by us.”
Mike brings photograph albums of the children whenever he comes home, pictures of the children all dressed up for plays or playing or in school. They are all scrubbed and wide-eyed and beautiful. Someone asked him why he doesn’t show pictures of the sick children or as they arrive to invoke sympathy like some ministries do. He said that he lets the kids put the albums together and they want to put pictures of themselves and their friends looking good. Wouldn’t your children?
Monday, April 28, 2003
My E-Mail is added. Thank you, Jim. It is mkunert@aol.com. Feel free. Today I am adding a recipe blurb. Let me know if you like it.
IRISH BROWN BREAD
On my first trip to Ireland, we arrived early in the morning. We were wisked off to
Ennis to the Carrygerry Inn for our first Irish Breakfast. My stepdaughter, Bobbie and I
tasted our first Irish Brown Bread which has become is almost an addiction. I tried it
baking it after that trip but it was on my second tour that I learned the real secret from my
favorite tour guide, Alice Rattigan. You have to aerate the flour by scooping it up with
your hands in the bowl to get lots of air into it before you add the buttermilk. Sifting isn’t
enough so don’t skip the scooping. Trust me.
IRISH BROWN BREAD
2 cups wheat flour
2 cups white flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tbs.. white sugar
2 tbs.. brown sugar
2 cups buttermilk (in a pinch you can sour milk by adding a tsp. of lemon juice or vinegar
and letting it sit for a bit but buttermilk is best.)
Sieve the dry ingredients into a large bow. Scoop up handfuls of the dry
ingredients and allow to drop back into the bowl to aerate the mixture. (Very Important!)
Add enough buttermilk to make a soft dough. Work quickly as the buttermilk and
soda are working. Knead the dough lightly. Keep flouring hand to keep dough from
sticking. Too much kneading will toughen, too little it won’t rise.
Form a round loaf about as thick as your fist. Place on a lightly floured baking
sheet or stone and cut a cross across the top with a floured knife.
Bake at the top of a preheated oven. 450 Degrees for 35 to 40 minutes. The loaf
will sound hollow when rapped on the bottom. Wrap immediately in a clean tea towel to
stop the crust from hardening.
Raisins can be added if you like. This bread does dry out rather quickly but freshens nicely
if toasted.
IRISH BROWN BREAD
On my first trip to Ireland, we arrived early in the morning. We were wisked off to
Ennis to the Carrygerry Inn for our first Irish Breakfast. My stepdaughter, Bobbie and I
tasted our first Irish Brown Bread which has become is almost an addiction. I tried it
baking it after that trip but it was on my second tour that I learned the real secret from my
favorite tour guide, Alice Rattigan. You have to aerate the flour by scooping it up with
your hands in the bowl to get lots of air into it before you add the buttermilk. Sifting isn’t
enough so don’t skip the scooping. Trust me.
IRISH BROWN BREAD
2 cups wheat flour
2 cups white flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tbs.. white sugar
2 tbs.. brown sugar
2 cups buttermilk (in a pinch you can sour milk by adding a tsp. of lemon juice or vinegar
and letting it sit for a bit but buttermilk is best.)
Sieve the dry ingredients into a large bow. Scoop up handfuls of the dry
ingredients and allow to drop back into the bowl to aerate the mixture. (Very Important!)
Add enough buttermilk to make a soft dough. Work quickly as the buttermilk and
soda are working. Knead the dough lightly. Keep flouring hand to keep dough from
sticking. Too much kneading will toughen, too little it won’t rise.
Form a round loaf about as thick as your fist. Place on a lightly floured baking
sheet or stone and cut a cross across the top with a floured knife.
Bake at the top of a preheated oven. 450 Degrees for 35 to 40 minutes. The loaf
will sound hollow when rapped on the bottom. Wrap immediately in a clean tea towel to
stop the crust from hardening.
Raisins can be added if you like. This bread does dry out rather quickly but freshens nicely
if toasted.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
I am now set up for comments and will add my email this evening when Jim comes home as he is the expert on enhancing these things.
Sunny and warm today. I amsurprised that the cats, Big Oscar and Foxie Roxie are not sitting in the windows enjoying it. They do love the windows in the office. Especially the window that gives them an overview of the bird bath.
The dog still perfers the snow.
Mary
Sunny and warm today. I amsurprised that the cats, Big Oscar and Foxie Roxie are not sitting in the windows enjoying it. They do love the windows in the office. Especially the window that gives them an overview of the bird bath.
The dog still perfers the snow.
Mary
Saturday, April 26, 2003
Lion Update
Things are improving. Our guys are doing their best to help and get help for these dangerous beautiful beasts. I hope they got the mother and her cubs out and safe.
Things are improving. Our guys are doing their best to help and get help for these dangerous beautiful beasts. I hope they got the mother and her cubs out and safe.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
An Artist’s Prayer
God, our Father
God, the Son
God, the Holy Spirit
Join us together today in our attempts to give you glory
Let our attempts at beauty be inspired by You.
Be with us as we raise our voices, use our hands and open our hearts.
Let our efforts be an inspiration to others in their search for You.
Let us not be ashamed to share our gifts with others.
Let us provide encouragement and help to others and know we are worthy to receive encouragement and help ourselves.
Help us see the doors you open in our search for You.
Give us courage to plunge ahead when we cannot see what lies ahead, trusting that when we jump into the unknown You will provide more road, another road or a parachute.
When we feel small and insignificant, help us know that because of You, we are valuable. If You love us, we can be nothing but special and You have assured us that You do love us.
When we feel the most misunderstood and the loneliest, keep us aware that You always understand and are always with us so we never have to be alone unless we turn our heads.
Make us aware of our gifts and continue to cultivate them. Open our eyes to help others in their quest, remembering that gifts hidden under baskets or buried in the ground are reasons for shame.
Let our light shine on the mountaintop so all can see.
Doing, not saying, is your will.
Shelter us from fear and make us worthy of You.
Help us to create for Your glory. Amen
God, our Father
God, the Son
God, the Holy Spirit
Join us together today in our attempts to give you glory
Let our attempts at beauty be inspired by You.
Be with us as we raise our voices, use our hands and open our hearts.
Let our efforts be an inspiration to others in their search for You.
Let us not be ashamed to share our gifts with others.
Let us provide encouragement and help to others and know we are worthy to receive encouragement and help ourselves.
Help us see the doors you open in our search for You.
Give us courage to plunge ahead when we cannot see what lies ahead, trusting that when we jump into the unknown You will provide more road, another road or a parachute.
When we feel small and insignificant, help us know that because of You, we are valuable. If You love us, we can be nothing but special and You have assured us that You do love us.
When we feel the most misunderstood and the loneliest, keep us aware that You always understand and are always with us so we never have to be alone unless we turn our heads.
Make us aware of our gifts and continue to cultivate them. Open our eyes to help others in their quest, remembering that gifts hidden under baskets or buried in the ground are reasons for shame.
Let our light shine on the mountaintop so all can see.
Doing, not saying, is your will.
Shelter us from fear and make us worthy of You.
Help us to create for Your glory. Amen
Monday, April 21, 2003
Help for Cats
It seems that the Kuwait Zoo has stepped up and shipped emergency food and help to the animals. Also -- Very IMPORTANT - our dear servicemen were doing their best to see that what they had was being given to the animals , along with the people. I am glad that there is something being done and will send something to help. I wish I could go but am not qualified except to care for domestic animals by caring and comforting and you can't do that with jungle cats I don't suppose.
It seems that the Kuwait Zoo has stepped up and shipped emergency food and help to the animals. Also -- Very IMPORTANT - our dear servicemen were doing their best to see that what they had was being given to the animals , along with the people. I am glad that there is something being done and will send something to help. I wish I could go but am not qualified except to care for domestic animals by caring and comforting and you can't do that with jungle cats I don't suppose.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
(There are several aid programs for the zoo going on, and apparantly
coalition forces were asked to make sure they didn't bomb the place.)
The North Carolina Zoological Society has set up a fund for these animals.
Concerned parties can mail donations to:
Aid to Baghdad Zoo
c/o North Carolina Zoological Society
4403 Zoo Parkway
Asheboro, NC 27205
For more information, you can visit their web site.
Updates on the situation will be available at www.AZA.org and www.nczoo.org as information is obtained.
To anyone who is also concerned. These are wonderful sites and I hope they will keep us updated as to their progress. As they are well aware - speed is of the essence here and I hope they are able to rescue most of these animals. Aid would be welcome I am sure.
coalition forces were asked to make sure they didn't bomb the place.)
The North Carolina Zoological Society has set up a fund for these animals.
Concerned parties can mail donations to:
Aid to Baghdad Zoo
c/o North Carolina Zoological Society
4403 Zoo Parkway
Asheboro, NC 27205
For more information, you can visit their web site.
Updates on the situation will be available at www.AZA.org and www.nczoo.org as information is obtained.
To anyone who is also concerned. These are wonderful sites and I hope they will keep us updated as to their progress. As they are well aware - speed is of the essence here and I hope they are able to rescue most of these animals. Aid would be welcome I am sure.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Lion Story
Please read the attached news brief and become as enraged
as I am. What is going on in this world. We went in to Iraq to free the people there from a cruel government. We left them without a police force, and without a government. I know these things take time but ----- in the past week, unprincipled citizens of Iraq have carted off their health care from the hospitals, their past from the museums and let loose, or taken or eaten the animals from their Zoo, except for the animals they are apparantly afraid of, these, they left to starve. We take these creatures out of an environment that they can survive in, cage them and then leave them to starve.
I have e-mailed the Humane Society, some of our government officials and anyone else that I can think of. We must get food, water and help to these people and to the animals. Also, we need to help the citizens of Iraq reclaim their dignity and rebuild their structure. We need to convince them to bring back their past. But right now, I feel we need to either get food to those animals or be kind enough to get them out of there or dispose of them humanely.
Please read the attached news brief and become as enraged
as I am. What is going on in this world. We went in to Iraq to free the people there from a cruel government. We left them without a police force, and without a government. I know these things take time but ----- in the past week, unprincipled citizens of Iraq have carted off their health care from the hospitals, their past from the museums and let loose, or taken or eaten the animals from their Zoo, except for the animals they are apparantly afraid of, these, they left to starve. We take these creatures out of an environment that they can survive in, cage them and then leave them to starve.
I have e-mailed the Humane Society, some of our government officials and anyone else that I can think of. We must get food, water and help to these people and to the animals. Also, we need to help the citizens of Iraq reclaim their dignity and rebuild their structure. We need to convince them to bring back their past. But right now, I feel we need to either get food to those animals or be kind enough to get them out of there or dispose of them humanely.
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