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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Tom Clancy

A beautiful book this one and very inspiring.
Henry Eyring, staunch Latter-day Saint, a soil physicist of some renown and father to Henry B. Eyring, 1st Counselor in the First Presidency

As usual with anything that Tom Clancy writes I am astounded at his breadth of knowledge of world affairs, the political no-how of nations including his homeland of USA. Once again he weaves this knowledge into a gripping tale of espionage, terrorism, fighting to do what is right against all odds. From the first Ryan novel Red October I have followed the efforts of Jack Ryan as an inteligence officer and historian, university lecturer and great thinker. This massive tome has kept me gripped to my seat as I want to know where Clancy will take Ryan and me next. Believe it or not, I have learnt much about the American President and his role for that nation. I am not finished yet of course, but already have given it a five star rating. And now its finished the five star rating remains. Clancy is a gifted story-teller and a great writer. He weaves his various characters together in time and space so I know exactly who is up to what, and eagerly read on to see what happens next. Take the Mountain Men for example. Raring to go to do a serious mischief in Washington with a souped-up concrete mixture that's almost a time-bomb, and the person they were aiming for, the President, suddenly closes all movements between states because of an horrific infectious disease spreading across America and leaves them stranded. As their 'bomb' had a mixer full of manure, things got a bit smelly of course...great yarn
Now its the Sabbath day and am searching my shelves for some worthwhile, spiritual and refreshing material and havew come up with Henry Eyring's Reflections of a Scientist, a book that was a source of inspiration to me when I was at University, and felt very much like the only Latter-day Saint, and a social scientist at that, in that establishment

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Aussie Book Blog

The Australian Bookshelf Guest Blog Wednesdays with… Colleen O’Grady
Posted on May 25, 2011
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This week on Guest Blog Wednesdays at The Australian Bookshelf we are joined by Australian writer, Colleen O’Grady. Welcome Colleen!

Colleen joined us a month ago to discuss a writing dilemma and here she shares some more thoughts…
I’m an author, a writer, but when one is not feeling well, the head is thick (thick-headed takes on a new meaning ha!). But I must do something. Last week I wrote of a writer’s dilemma, this week I’m writing of a writer’s health….umm…well something like that

Everyone thinks that Queensland sun is had.
Great balls of fire! They must be mad!
Hardly the sun we’ve seen this year,
For always the sky is dropping a tear.

Spare me days! It’s getting hard to think
Cannot even find the pen and ink.
Nose is all running – I tell you true.
Get it together Colleen, what’s the matter with you.

Does anyone out there have days like that?
Think I’d better go and cuddle the cat.
Puss doesn’t want me. Now I’m in a stew
For goodness sake Colleen, what’s the matter with you!

Head is all fuzzy – where’s the written word?
A Wilbur Smith – good writer you’ve heard.
Not interested in following the African spoor.
Wind is so cold, shut the ruddy door!

So many tears are falling from the sky,
Its about time Someone wiped it dry.
Where’s the sun? Nobody knows.
Oh! Better go wipe my running nose.

Oh dear. I am sure there are others who suffer the same fate when faced with a cold. The Wilbur Smith I mentioned in the poem is Birds of Prey, and for the first time I was not enthralled by his writing, even though this is the story of the beginning of the Courtneys in Africa. Some writers try to cash in on their material that proved so popular, but fail to come up to standard. Perhaps they wrote in haste. Maybe it is something we all do. I have a book called Freedom’s Land by Anna Jacobs. Its not a well-written piece of work. This tells the story of settlers during the 1920s and the traumas one woman and her daughter found and how that daughter turned her life around. That gives the story charm. Birds of Prey faded into insignificance against the tide of life written by the popular novelist Anna Jacobs. Sorry Wilbur Smith. Must go and deal with my nose

Thank you for your post Colleen.

It was a pleasure to submit this

Well...not as big as outback WA

Inhospital country, sparsley grassed and populated hence the huge acreage to run 20 000 head of cattle, but it gets to you

I 'hitched' a ride with Robin Mills in his cessna and went off to view his large holdings from the air

Looking east across the lease towards The Great Sandy Desert. Line of trees denotes the Oakover River

A closer view of the Oakover River winding through the Warrawagine lease

A view of the second river flowing (when it rains) through the lease, the Nullagine

Cattle loading at one of the yards in the middle of nowhere on DeGrey Station in the Pilbara region of Western Australia. More photos coming of the vast area mustered. And here they are, aerial shots of the vast acreage of the Warrawagine Station cattle lease.





This Florida ranch holds a lot of cattle to help needy and emergencies. In outback Australia, one of our pastoral leases would need to be about 2 million acres to carry that many cattle. Must be fantastic soil in that part of Florida

LDS Church ranch making big impact in Florida
May 18th, 2011 @ 10:08pm
By John Hollenhorst
ST. CLOUD, Fla. — Most Utahns are unaware that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints owns one of the biggest ranches in the country — and it's nowhere near the Beehive State.
Because of its prominent location, millions have seen the ranch without realizing what it was. But managers are opening the curtain; they have a message they want the public to hear.
Deseret RanchFrom St. Cloud to:
Orlando Airport: 10 miles
Kennedy Space Center: 15 miles
Magic Kingdom: 22 miles The cowboys are up before dawn, but this is not the Old West.
They ride out into Florida fog to punch cows — a lot of cows. In all, there are 44,000 of them, producing over 30,000 calves each year.
"It's good cattle country. At times it can be a hard environment to run cattle in," said David Genho, cattle development manager at the Deseret Cattle and Citrus Ranch.
Over the decades, the cattle have been specially bred at the ranch to thrive in a tropical climate.
Along with the cattle, the ranch has groves and groves of citrus fruit. Every year, it produces enough oranges to make 50 million glasses of orange juice.
By the numbers:Deseret Cattle & Fruit
- 500 billion gallons of rain fall the ranch receives annually (1.5 times the volume of Utah Lake)
- 290-300,000 acres (450 sq. miles)
•165,000 acres of pasture land
•75,000 acres of wetlands
•60,000 acres of timber
•1,700 acres of citrus orchards (producing 50 million 8 oz glasses of orange juice annually)
•920 acres of row crops (450 acres of potatoes for Frito Lay Chips)
- 44,000 cows
- 33,000 calves born annually
- 1,400 bulls
- 1,400 miles of fencing
- 380+ documented species of vertebrate animals- many threatened or endangered
•245 birds
•53 fish
•33 reptiles
•31 mammals
•20 amphibians
- 90 employees
- 61 years of operation (acquired in 1950)
- 45 hunting clubs have rights to use land But there's also a profusion of wildlife. To see it all you have to walk through jungles, or take a wild ride on an airboat across a thriving aquatic habitat — where you run a pretty good chance of getting crossways with an alligator.
"Occasionally they'll take a calf; and just last week one of our cowboys had his favorite dog that went down to get a drink and … that was the last of him," said David Wright, environmental affairs manager at the ranch.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints acquired the property in 1950, and Florida grew up around it.
"Just the scale of it is hard to grasp," said environmental consultant W. Michael Dennis. "We're in this remote area, but yet it's still very close to all the urban centers of central Florida."
It's not far from Disney World, for one. It covers nearly 300,000 acres — more than 450 square miles spanning much of the distance from the Orlando airport to the Kennedy Space Center.
Urbanization is creating challenges "with the pressures for water, the pressures for land, the pressures for transportation corridors," Dennis said.
As legal and political controversy rises over those issues, ranch managers are now proudly displaying what they've done for the environment.
"The ranch has been a good steward of this land for 60 years," Dennis said.
The ranch won a Florida environmental leadership award for creating a one square mile wetlands reservoir to purify storm water runoff.
"The natural wetland vegetation takes up any nutrients that are found in the water; the nutrient levels are already very low," said Erik Jacobsen, general manager of the ranch.
The reservoir is now a haven for wildlife. "We've documented over 380 species on the ranch. Some are protected and some are rare," Jacobsen said.
They created a rookery, a nesting area, for thousands of birds by re-landscaping. It created island sanctuaries protected from predators by a moat full of alligators.
"We want to protect the environment; and that's been part of our responsibility since we've been here," Genho said.
On a broad scale, they've achieved an award-winning stewardship approach with a carefully designed mosaic of wetlands, pasture and timberland.
"Just the nature of our ranching operations is a huge benefit to the surrounding area because of the diversity of habitat it creates for wildlife," Jacobsen said. "It creates a huge area for groundwater recharge."
Rather than pumping precious groundwater, ranch managers capture and use surface water almost entirely. The ranch is currently battling a lawsuit that's aimed at turning over some of that water to surrounding communities.
"I think through cooperation we can come up with solutions that will be able to sustain the water supply in the area for years to come," said James Payne, manager of properties at the ranch.
Recently the ranch was honored for its environmental stewardship of the land. It won a "best in the region" award from the National Cattlemen's Beef Association.
hollenhorst@ksl.com

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the em--dash


Well, we always learn something knew so I thought I would put this into my blog. It has come via Anne Bradshaw's blog. I have to organise my word I think for I am not getting it properly em-dash hmmm!

Today’s Writing Tip – Em-Dash
May 23rd, 2011 | Author: AnneBradshaw

I’m happy to once again welcome author Tristi Pinkston who is contributing to our writing tips today. She shares information about the em-dash – something we all need to know – whether writing about family history or writing a novel.
Tristi Pinkston
Tristi is a talented writer and editor. The title of her latest mystery/comedy is Dearly Departed.
What is an em-dash?
An em-dash is the dash we see most often in fiction writing. It’s the length of two hyphens. An en-dash is the length of one hyphen, and is used to separate numbers. But an em-dash is what we use for parenthetical comments. For instance, “She hoped he’d ask her to the dance – as a teenager, she’d never been invited to go to the prom – and maybe this was her chance to have those experiences.”
To properly make an em-dash, do the following: type your first word. In my example above, I would type “dance” and then I would hit the hyphen twice, without spacing. Then type your second word (“as,” in my example) and then hit the space. Word will take those two hyphens and create an em-dash. [See step-by-step guide below]
Or, you can push down “control” and “alt” and then hit the minus on the number pad on your keyboard.
The en-dash is something you don’t see a lot in fiction. If you were writing nonfiction, you might say, “See pages 74-76 for more information.” You wouldn’t use a regular hyphen there – you would want the en-dash.
So, how do you make the em-dash? You hit “control” and then the minus on the number pad. Note: It won’t work if you use the minus over the letter P – it needs to be the minus on the number pad.
Setting up the automatic em-dash in Microsoft Word
Click on the Office Button and then click on “Word Option” bottom right.
Click on “Proofing” and choose “AutoCorrect Options.”
Choose the “AutoFormat” tab and make sure “Hyphens” is checked.
Click on “AutoFormat As You Type” tab and make sure “Hyphens” is again checked. Then click on OK. This creates an em-dash in your manuscript.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Tom Clancy

Executive OrdersExecutive Orders by Tom Clancy

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


As usual with anything that Tom Clancy writes I am astounded at his breadth of knowledge of world affairs, the political know-how of nations including his homeland of USA. Once again he weaves this knowledge into a gripping tale of espionage, terrorism, fighting to do what is right against all odds. From the first Ryan novel Red October I have followed the efforts of Jack Ryan as an inteligence officer and historian, university lecturer and great thinker. This massive tome has kept me gripped to my seat as I want to know where Clancy will take Ryan and me next. Believe it or not, I have learnt much about the American President and his role for that nation. I am not finished yet of course, but already have given it a five star rating.



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Ann Bradshaw's miracles


The four Lockey sisters in 1989. From left, Mum (Margaret Elizabeth Lockey/O'Grady/Brown), Aunty Gwen (Gwendoline Ann Lockey/Sloan/Abraham), Aunty Ada (Ada Dominica Lockey/Treloar) and Aunty Pat (Patricia Ann Lockey/Rumbold)

A photo taken of the little family before Granddad set sail for Western Australia. Granddad (Henry Lockey) Nanna (Margaret Helen Lockey nee Smith) and Mum (Margaret Elizabeth Lockey)

Granddad and Nanna outside their home in Scarborough about 1942. Granddad was a quartermaster in the Western Australian CMF

I can speak of help from across the veil when Granddad Lockey paid a visit, nursing a baby in his arms, to my Uncle Kevin in the middle of the night in 1993. Uncle Kevin and Aunty Ada lived in Mandurah, Western Australia. He did not visit with his daughter Ada, married to Uncle kevin, and he did not visit with me, the Mormon in the family, but chose instead my down-to-earth and don't-believe ex-butcher Uncle Kevin. What Granddad told him was that he was very happy except for the little baby boy. Next morning Aunty Ada rang me early to tell me what happened and then said 'Colleen, you're the Mormon and everything' which had the effect on me of some alarm. She then told me the story. Now Granddad and Nanna had been sealed for time and eternity at the Hamilton New Zealand Temple in 1990, and I had seen the two of them there, holding hands, so knew they had accepted the work done. But they had four daughters and no sons. Well, I supposed at the time of Aunty Ada's phone call he may have had one, but which country, for Granddad migrated out from Wakefield, Yorkshire England in 1923, and brought out Nanna and Mum (born 1920) in 1924. The story gets very interesting then for that night my cousin Nikki, daughter of Aunty Gwen (Aunty Ada's sister) rang me to tell me she was living in Wales with some guy. Well, after catching my breath I told her the story of Granddad and then asked if it was possible for her to visit St Cath's in London and search the records for a baby born between 1920 and 1923. She couldn't see much of a problem with that, they could catch the train. Meanwhile, back in Gosnells Western Australia where I lived, I started my own search at the Melville Family History Centre on the Perth, Western Australia cemetery records. And come up with zilch. I determined to start searching the country cemetery records after that, particularly up in the north of the State where Granddad had worked in the 1920s and 1930s. A couple of nights later before I got that far, Nikki rang, wildly exccited. The little lost boy had been found. Her boyfriend found the death notice first within half an hour of arriving at Saint Cath's House, and it was easy to find the birth after that. Certificates were organised for me back in Western Australia. Little William Thomas, named after Granddad's older brother who was killed in the Great War, was born on the 23rd August 1923 and died the next day, a premature baby suffering from malnutrition. By November, Granddad was steaming for Western Australia, determined to get his little family out of a starving England.
He came back from beyond the veil to tell Uncle Kevin what he wanted, his little boy, because he knew that everyone would believe that he visited with Uncle Kevinnearly 20 years after he had died. All my family members are not members of the Church, but they are, like myself, absolutely amazed at the find and have never doubted Uncle Kevin's story. It was with great pleasure, feeling very humble but delighted all the same, to be able to seal William Thomas to Granddad and Nanna in the Brisbane Temple. Mum and Aunty Gwen have also been sealed to them. Aunty Ada is still with us, but Uncle Kevin has gone. Great are the miracles of the Lord's Holy House and the Melchizedec Preisthood and blessed I am to be a member of the only true Churchon the face of the earth, the Lord's Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

And here is Ann Bradshaw's article that brought out that little miracle of a tale above.

Welcome to Our NEW Website…
March 11th, 2011 | Author: AnneBradshaw
Hello and welcome to TrueMiraclesWithGenealogy.com, a website to complement my book, True Miracles with Genealogy: Help from Beyond the Veil.

This website is for updated information about the book, and a place where readers can send further inspiring research stories for the enlightenment of us all. If you’d like to share an experience about a time when you realized you were being helped by ancestors while doing family history research, please register as a subscriber, then contact me to request authorization as a Contributor.

Be sure and reply to the email asking you to click on a confirmation link. Without that confirmation your subscription can’t go through. We guarantee your email address will not be shared.

Thank you for visiting today. I find genealogy fascinating and exciting, and hope True Miracles with Genealogy can help encourage us all to get involved and enjoy the fruits of our labors as we unite families in heaven and on earth, one link at a time.

For groups and associations in and around the Provo, Orem, Salem, Spanish Fork, American Fork and Alpine areas of Utah who are interested in learning how to write a family history, or learning how to self-publish a book such as True Miracles with Genealogy, please contact me for information about my speaking engagements.

Anne Bradshaw

KCSG Television interview

Mum


Mum darning socks in the winter sunshine in 1959. Backyuard of our home in Coolgardie

Mum outside the Tonkin Flats in Norseman in 1949 and wearing my crepe paper daffodil skirt around her head. She made it for me to attend a school concert the night before

Mum as a 13 year old in Perth in 1933

A cheesecake photo of Mum at Scarborough in 1937
This little poem of my Mum was published in the May 2011 Bullytin. Mum was a very difficult woman to write about and one can only write of the way one's childhood and teenage years resulted in the development of the woman, and that goes for myself also.

MUM
What can I say about my Mum?
Can I write the way she come
Across to me? Or should I say
Things that really don't hold sway?

You see, life was pretty tough for Mum,
She really hadn't had the life some
Others took for granted; life like,
Education, guidance, support since a tyke.

The prettiest lass that you ever saw
Brought the beaus to her beach-front door.
But it took a stranger, a traveling man,
To take her cartwheeling from the Scarborough sand.

Dad was smitten, his past life was sunk,
Mum thought he was a bit of a hunk.
Both their lives changed in an instant,
Though their lives through education was distant.

The marriage was short and a war was on.
Dad had roving eyes and liked bon ton,
Mum packed me up and with me went home.
No longer to the east would she roam.

She met another, her old life was over,
A kiwi man, a travelling drover.
Thus followed a life with eight kids;
Two little strangers and six that were his.

Nowhere really settled, WA their home,
Every few months packed up to roam.
Weekends and Fridays for Mum, boozey do’s,
But the new Dad taught me many good truths.

Memories of Mum are sadly, somewhat hazy,
I am inclined to think at times she was lazy.
She just wanted to be the good time girl,
And live a life that was all a-whirl

Mother and daughter, we drifted apart,
Our thinking different right from the start,
Bringing along heartache and many tears,
But we finally drew closer in her last years.
Bye Mum…