1/20/2009
So, it IS that day we envisioned, exactly 2 years ago, today; Not as we envisioned, but here nonetheless. Please join me in prayer for our Country, all her leaders, all her people, Vice-President Elect Joe Biden, and President-Elect Barack Obama. God Bless and Preserve Our America! Love you, all, Olivia Anne
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Thanksgivings
Dear Ones,
Today was not a day I had planned to write this post. It has been stewing for weeks, but not yet realized, so I have been hiding from it, withdrawn, really. However, Thanksgiving Day and our worship service led for the first time by our Seminary Intern, Eugene Ansah, from Ghana, with his family in proud attendance, plugged me into some deep musings, apparently.
In this magnificent America, we have such excess that we have a difficult time consciously "counting all our blessings." One analysis I particularly enjoyed recently was made by a commentator who remarked on the responses of children when asked to tell those things for which they were most thankful--not an electronic gadget in anyone's list. There were parents, and friends, and teachers, and family, and babies, and puppies and guppies and sunshine and snowflakes, not a Wii in the lists. So, we do get it right, if we let our childlike love overtake our grown up cool.
Recently, I have had more than a few things going on in my life that I would be thankful not to have had. But, oh, my, haven't there been some wonderful ones as well. For starters, all of the magnificent, passionate, dedicated, warm new friends I have made over the last two years are cherished by me, and will be forever.
I think the reason I have refused to start this task of love is that I know that I won't put all the precious thoughts into anything I ever do, here or anywhere, and will, therefore, disappoint someone, even when I have "finished" with the last of these thoughts. But, for those of you who do not know, a bit of background is essential. I adored, idolized, depended upon totally, my precious Daddy, as did my then husband. Daddy, Ham, died of a brain tumor way too young when my son was just a wee one. Daddy took over every room he entered just by being there. He never met a stranger; never failed to tell a friend how much he loved them, repeatedly and regularly; shook hands as though he needed to get your heart pumping; never missed a funeral; never had a friend want for anything he had; knocked heads when needed, hard; and had few folks I ever met who did not love him like I did. In Daddy's world there were certain inviolate commodities: honor, your word ("is your bond," he would say), honesty, dependability. He always required them of himself, and worked hard to ensure that these things ruled my world, too. I think he succeeded, for the most part. But, over time, I have wondered if he were as often disappointed in those around him as I am.
So, my faith in all of us has been ratcheted way up by you with whom I have been traveling life's paths for this last good while. You are dependable; you are honorable; your word has been your bond; you have taken better care of others than of yourselves; you have shown concern for all of us that is too seldom seen; you have been honorable and trustworthy, loveworthy, and I Thank YOU.
Many of you I did not know, at all, or only slightly. Jonathan M. Hurst was just another pretty boy I saw as a casual friend as I ran about in my political world and one I knew many in the State Legislature trusted and counted upon. Pretty, indeed. Never have known a more honorable, faithful, trustworthy, brilliant, dedicated, passionate, decent man in my life. He is now my treasured friend, and I pray, always will be.
Jerry and Charlotte Ann Lundergan were folks I knew through those friends and acquaintences we had in common. They come as a lovely package but each is so special in his and her own way. Jerry is made of strong stuff, very strong stuff. There is no "back up" or "let you down" in him, even when logic and expediency would dictate otherwise, or even when he is begged to take the easier path. He absolutely always "has your back," even if he might want to kill you over something you know he would not appreciate having to clean up, and never even mentions that fact in the process. There are no gentlemen whose friendship I treasure more. I hope he always will include me on "his team," whatever that may be and wherever he may be leading. Charlotte Ann is unique, period. She works hard and loves harder. She is Jerry's rock, as she has been mine. She is even prettier on the inside than she is on that beautiful outside. No wonder they have a family full of elegant, brilliant women--they just follow the path Charlotte Ann marked for them.
Wow! The "Girls." We started small and grew huge, along with all the "Boys." Our earliest group: My rock, Dolores Delahanty, without whose help and backbone transplants I would have faltered so many, many times, what a Gal!; and Tina Ward-Pugh (who responded to my first post: "Count me in to do WHATEVER it takes to get Hillary elected" and then, didn't she); Iris Samson, who kept encouraging me no matter what came our way; Debbie Rodman Lawther (who also got us going in the UK); Virginia Woodward (who stood so tall in Denver under horrible, unacceptable pressure); and Kathleen Campisano (whose early input was so helpful and who then worked from California after her move).
But, from the start, we had people who rearranged their lives, sometimes on a moment's notice, to work for the good of everyone, the Team. I'll start on that segment soon, I hope, as I don't want to do any part when I am "finished" writing for that time. But, for now, a constant from the first event in September on through this minute is a "Girl" we met for the first time at the Red Room, one who never, ever has said no when asked: Jennifer J. RoBards. She still is the lifeblood which keeps us beating along with our monthly meetings. Like my Daddy, she has no quit in her, either, and her word and heart are dead on dependable!
Don't forget to return in kind all the love you get, "in spades;" throw away and try to forget all the hurt which comes your way; Laugh out loud, often; call a friend instead of shedding any tears; be a friend; be Thankful.
All of you are treasures, each one, not just to me, but to us all. Thank you.
Love and Happy Thanksgiving, Olivia Anne
Today was not a day I had planned to write this post. It has been stewing for weeks, but not yet realized, so I have been hiding from it, withdrawn, really. However, Thanksgiving Day and our worship service led for the first time by our Seminary Intern, Eugene Ansah, from Ghana, with his family in proud attendance, plugged me into some deep musings, apparently.
In this magnificent America, we have such excess that we have a difficult time consciously "counting all our blessings." One analysis I particularly enjoyed recently was made by a commentator who remarked on the responses of children when asked to tell those things for which they were most thankful--not an electronic gadget in anyone's list. There were parents, and friends, and teachers, and family, and babies, and puppies and guppies and sunshine and snowflakes, not a Wii in the lists. So, we do get it right, if we let our childlike love overtake our grown up cool.
Recently, I have had more than a few things going on in my life that I would be thankful not to have had. But, oh, my, haven't there been some wonderful ones as well. For starters, all of the magnificent, passionate, dedicated, warm new friends I have made over the last two years are cherished by me, and will be forever.
I think the reason I have refused to start this task of love is that I know that I won't put all the precious thoughts into anything I ever do, here or anywhere, and will, therefore, disappoint someone, even when I have "finished" with the last of these thoughts. But, for those of you who do not know, a bit of background is essential. I adored, idolized, depended upon totally, my precious Daddy, as did my then husband. Daddy, Ham, died of a brain tumor way too young when my son was just a wee one. Daddy took over every room he entered just by being there. He never met a stranger; never failed to tell a friend how much he loved them, repeatedly and regularly; shook hands as though he needed to get your heart pumping; never missed a funeral; never had a friend want for anything he had; knocked heads when needed, hard; and had few folks I ever met who did not love him like I did. In Daddy's world there were certain inviolate commodities: honor, your word ("is your bond," he would say), honesty, dependability. He always required them of himself, and worked hard to ensure that these things ruled my world, too. I think he succeeded, for the most part. But, over time, I have wondered if he were as often disappointed in those around him as I am.
So, my faith in all of us has been ratcheted way up by you with whom I have been traveling life's paths for this last good while. You are dependable; you are honorable; your word has been your bond; you have taken better care of others than of yourselves; you have shown concern for all of us that is too seldom seen; you have been honorable and trustworthy, loveworthy, and I Thank YOU.
Many of you I did not know, at all, or only slightly. Jonathan M. Hurst was just another pretty boy I saw as a casual friend as I ran about in my political world and one I knew many in the State Legislature trusted and counted upon. Pretty, indeed. Never have known a more honorable, faithful, trustworthy, brilliant, dedicated, passionate, decent man in my life. He is now my treasured friend, and I pray, always will be.
Jerry and Charlotte Ann Lundergan were folks I knew through those friends and acquaintences we had in common. They come as a lovely package but each is so special in his and her own way. Jerry is made of strong stuff, very strong stuff. There is no "back up" or "let you down" in him, even when logic and expediency would dictate otherwise, or even when he is begged to take the easier path. He absolutely always "has your back," even if he might want to kill you over something you know he would not appreciate having to clean up, and never even mentions that fact in the process. There are no gentlemen whose friendship I treasure more. I hope he always will include me on "his team," whatever that may be and wherever he may be leading. Charlotte Ann is unique, period. She works hard and loves harder. She is Jerry's rock, as she has been mine. She is even prettier on the inside than she is on that beautiful outside. No wonder they have a family full of elegant, brilliant women--they just follow the path Charlotte Ann marked for them.
Wow! The "Girls." We started small and grew huge, along with all the "Boys." Our earliest group: My rock, Dolores Delahanty, without whose help and backbone transplants I would have faltered so many, many times, what a Gal!; and Tina Ward-Pugh (who responded to my first post: "Count me in to do WHATEVER it takes to get Hillary elected" and then, didn't she); Iris Samson, who kept encouraging me no matter what came our way; Debbie Rodman Lawther (who also got us going in the UK); Virginia Woodward (who stood so tall in Denver under horrible, unacceptable pressure); and Kathleen Campisano (whose early input was so helpful and who then worked from California after her move).
But, from the start, we had people who rearranged their lives, sometimes on a moment's notice, to work for the good of everyone, the Team. I'll start on that segment soon, I hope, as I don't want to do any part when I am "finished" writing for that time. But, for now, a constant from the first event in September on through this minute is a "Girl" we met for the first time at the Red Room, one who never, ever has said no when asked: Jennifer J. RoBards. She still is the lifeblood which keeps us beating along with our monthly meetings. Like my Daddy, she has no quit in her, either, and her word and heart are dead on dependable!
Don't forget to return in kind all the love you get, "in spades;" throw away and try to forget all the hurt which comes your way; Laugh out loud, often; call a friend instead of shedding any tears; be a friend; be Thankful.
All of you are treasures, each one, not just to me, but to us all. Thank you.
Love and Happy Thanksgiving, Olivia Anne
Twas the Night Before
Twas the Night Before November 4, 2008, the date we have known for what seems like forever will be an historic election. If you need a reminder of what we are about, we Americans, just turn to CNN and watch world news; there is no other country like ours, never has been. We are unique; we are special; we are the crucible of democracy and that never has been clearer than this cycle. Our entire history has been one of striving for the best of human nature while fighting against those things which show us at our worst. So, tomorrow when you take yourself to your polling place, whether it is to vote, or vote protect, steal a moment to take in the majesty of what you are privileged to do. . . . AND, then cast the vote that you in your heart and head discern best will protect our past successes and lead to our brighter future; a future which will restore us to that shining city on the hill, the guide to the world. This has been a long, powerful, emotional, memorable, difficult season. Have faith; have heart; have hope. God Bless America, and each and every one of you with whom I have been honored to trod this path. And, for me, I especially will remember that Hillary Sent Me to Send Bruce to Washington. He needs every one of you to give him your vote. We did Work Harder, and we did good in the process, don't you think? Always, Olivia Anne
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GOP's VP Choice
I omitted the sender's email below, but I have her full contact information if anyone doubts the genuineness of her post.
Olivia - You may post it if you delete my name. The person who sent it to me sent it to about a hundred others. Happy to hear from you! Want an update on Denver when you have a minute..
_____, may I post this email to my blog?Olivia - You may post it if you delete my name. The person who sent it to me sent it to about a hundred others. Happy to hear from you! Want an update on Denver when you have a minute..
_______________@bellsouth.net wrote:
Sandra Gray Schreiber, AAALouisville, Ky 40207
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from NOW NY: An [Beautiful] Open [Love} Letter to Senator Hillary Clinton
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An Open Letter to Senator Hillary Clinton From: Marcia A. Pappas, President of NOW NYS August 28, 2008 Dear Senator Clinton: You gave a fabulous, eloquent, and dynamic speech at the Democratic Convention. It brought tears to the eyes of the millions of women who worked so hard for you. One phrase in your powerhouse delivery rings on in my ears. In your call for us to back Obama you asked: "Were you in this campaign just for me or were you in it for all the people in this country who feel invisible?" For some people your question was a turning point. I was one of those people. And I need to answer you, not just because you are my wonderful Senator from New York, but because I want to give you the answer I know many are thinking, but lack the forum to express. You see, my dear Senator, I too sometimes have the occasion to speak for the invisible. In my capacity as President of New York State National Organization for Women, I often speak for the millions of women who are denied reproductive healthcare. I speak for the women who are beaten and abused by their partners, and whom no one believes. I speak for the women who lose their children when corrupt judges award custody to the abusers. I also sometimes speak for the millions of women who feel discrimination in the workplace, and for victims of rape and trafficking. Then, on a micro scale, I even campaigned for and won a contentious race, backed by supporters who believe I'm a person who speaks truth without fear. I was the person they trusted would work for justice in the lives of women and all oppressed people. So I know what you wanted to hear, Senator. You wanted to hear people in loud unison declare: "No, we were not just in it for you, Hillary; we were in it for the invisible."But for me, the only answer can be: "Yes, Senator, I was in it for YOU, precisely because YOU were in it for those people who feel invisible, and because YOU were the candidate who saw clearly that over fifty percent of the population was being ignored." Who are those people? Why they are the poor, the hungry, the underinsured, i.e. women and their children. YOU are the person who addressed the issues of that fifty-plus percent. YOU are the person who worked her entire life for that fifty-plus percent. YOU are the person who, in the face of rife opposition and ridicule, stood firm in favor of health care for the invisible. YOU are the person with a proven record on Emergency Contraception for all women, because YOU understand that without reproductive freedom, women are held hostage to unwanted pregnancies. And it is YOU who has proven, over and over, that you can deliver for the invisible. YOU were the candidate whose followers felt they knew so well, they could call her by her first name. Little girls yelled "Hillary" because they knew their future was in your hands. Single mothers saw hope for the future, knowing that their struggle would lessen under your leadership. Older women came out in the wintry Iowa Caucuses to finally vote for the first truly possible woman president. They looked into your heart, into your eyes, into your soul, and saw something different. And those of us, who traveled around the country, working for your campaign, watched you emerge as a new kind of politician. We saw YOU. Today, your popularity endures, bigger perhaps than even you imagined. Why? Because YOU represent the invisible. YOU persist as our symbol of hope, justice and equality. Please don't be afraid of it. Please embrace it. YOU inspired us, brought us to tears, made us laugh, and made us finally feel that we were not voting for the lesser of two evils. There are eighteen million people out here who are, like me, not ashamed, like me, to say: "Yes Hillary I was in it for YOU." Marcia A. Pappas | ||
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One of 18 from Ohio
Thank you, Michele, for your input. We all are traveling those paths Hillary charted for us. Best, Olivia Anne
michele.mueller@fuse.net wrote:
michele.mueller@fuse.net wrote:
Hi Olivia...my name is Michele and I met you during the Francie Pepper phone banking era, along with Ella Drake. Your Team helped us help Hillary, and several members of Team Pepper helped with KY's primary with great enthusiasm. During that time I had the pleasure to meet and work with Erica and Tyler. From there, some of us actually traveled to Indiana and Louisville to work for them with great pleasure. Throughout those times, we had a common passion for a common cause, and her name was Hillary Clinton and everything she stood for. So much so, that many of us traveled state to state to continue to work for the same staffers for that same cause. Sarah Palin represents every single thing that Hillary has fought against almost all of her life. Here is a woman who is allowing herself to be used by a man named McCain, because he thinks he can appeal to women just because we have the same parts, it's ludicrous! As far as I'm concerned, she can be rewarded for h er work in Alaska as the best sharp shooter or hunter in her state...that's a talent, and she deserves a ribbon for that expertise. I too, like many others, watched Obama accept our party's nomination last Thursday night, with an aching heart and tears rolling down my face, I reminisced all the campaign trail memories. But most of all, I will never forget March 2, that was the day that I had the privilege to travel with Hillary Clinton and introduce her at the Akron event as a volunteer from Southwest Ohio...she thanked us for our work, and all those who volunteered for her everywhere. And then she looked us in the eyes and said, "I will fight for you"....we believed her, we still do, and that's something Sarah Palin can't ever say, because she never has....thanks for listening, and thank you, Team KY, it was a pleasure to work with all of you....1 in 18 million, michele
Another voice: Team Hillary Kentucky: Updates; & Erica Asks that: Please post to our group
Olivia Anne,
Thank you so very much for this update. I have not, and will not, forgive the Democratic Party, the Obama team, and the mainstream media for the way they savaged and also ignored Hillary during the primaries and convention.
It was so great to see and hear Hillary and Bill again at the convention. I am so proud of both of them! Hillary showed such grace and enthusiasm, and she and Bill BOTH showed extraordinary grace by going above and beyond the call of duty by endorsing Obama so strongly.
I was going to just not vote for president, but after seeing what the Republicans have done, I feel I must vote Obama, no matter how much I hate it. The election is now MUCH too important to be left to McCain and the trickery he is using by putting Sarah Palin on the ticket. Furthermore, the economy, the war, health care, and possible Supreme Court appointments must be controlled by the Democrats!
Sincerely,
Steve Troutman
It's only a deal if it's where you want to go.
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From Invesco: Even the ebulient Pat Vincent could not be joyful
Mile High at Invesco & Feeling Pretty Low. But Hillary As Always Was Wonderful to US Today (Thank You, Jerry, for Everything)
As your Pledged Delegate, I proudly cast your vote for President of the United States for the Senator from New York, Hillary Rodham Clinton
I have cast your vote for Hillary. Most of our delegation has stood with you who sent the delegates to vote for Hillary. Some have not.
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