Cures from genius farmers

 

ONIONS

 
In 1919 when the flu killed 40  million people there was this Doctor that visited the many  farmers to see if he could help them combat the flu.  Many of the farmers and their family had contracted it and  many died.

The doctor came upon this one farmer and to his surprise,  everyone was very healthy.  When the doctor asked what  the farmer was doing that was different the wife replied  that she had placed an unpeeled onion in a dish in the rooms  of the home, (probably only two rooms back then).  The  doctor couldn’t believe it and asked if he could have one of  the onions and place it under the microscope.  She gave  him one and when he did this, he did find the flu virus in  the onion.  It obviously absorbed the bacteria,  therefore, keeping the family healthy.  
 
Now, I heard this story from my hairdresser in AZ.   She said that several years ago many of her employees were  coming down with the flu and so were many of her  customers. The next year she placed several bowls with  onions around in her shop. To her surprise, none of  her staff got sick. It must work..  (And no, she  is not in the onion business..)

The moral of the story is, buy some onions and place them in bowls around your home. If you work at a desk,  place one or two in your office or under your desk or even  on top somewhere.  Try it and see what  happens.  We did it last year and we never  got the flu.

If this helps you and your loved ones from getting sick, all the better.  If you do get the flu, it just might  be a mild case.. Whatever, what have you to lose? Just a few bucks on onions!!!!!!

Now there is a P. S. to this for I sent it to a friend in Oregon who regularly contributes material to me on health issues.  She replied with this most interesting experience about onions: 
 

Thanks for the reminder.. I don’t know about the farmers story.. but, I do know that I contacted pneumonia and  was very ill.. I came across an article that said to cut both ends off an onion put one end on a fork and then place the forked end into an empty jar….placing the jar next to the sick patient at night.. It said the onion would be black in the morning from the germs.. sure enough it happened just like that.. the onion was a mess and I began to feel better. 
 
Another thing I read in the article was that onions and garlic placed around the room saved many from the black plague years ago. They have powerful antibacterial, antiseptic properties. 
  

I don’t think you should have to stick a fork in it.  The fork probably caused the onion to turn black due to metal content.  I’ve heard if you eat onions and garlic every day, these physical illnesses can be abated.  Even if it sounds too simple, it is inexpensive and easy, so why not try?  Pass the blog link to your friends.  Let me know if it works for you.  I’m doing it today.

Passing the background check

Had I known there would be a “check (test)” I would have studied harder.  I’m probably the most boring  job candidate ever applying for a job.  I have no background.  No dui’s, no drug arrests, no vehicular manslaughter, nothing more than speeding tickets and an outstanding credit rating.  I had my second interview today with Dillards, and pending a background check, they will make a formal job offer in two to three weeks.  He said he had 50 positions to fill, asked how I came to apply at Dillard’s?  I went for an interview with Ashley Furniture and decided to drop in to Dillards, believing it to be a nice place to work (plus I get employee discounts on even sale items!).  Every single job application goes to Dillard’s corporate offices before a concrete offer can be made.  Wow.  Sounds somewhat anal, but at least upper management cares about the professionalism of their employees.  I don’t need my family or long time friends to issue statements to the contrary.  I can lose a job all by myself, thank you very much.  Pray for my health and stamina as I stand all day.  Selling is such fun for me, I think it will be a good fit, unless I oversleep and am late.   They frown on being late.  Imagine that.  Not to worry, Timothy, I’ve made them aware of your wedding and I think I still get to come.  Praise Jesus!  God really is good all the time.

Who knew?

What do the top ten cities (over 250,000) with the highest poverty rate all have in common? 

City, State, % of People Below the Poverty Level

1.  Detroit  ,  MI

32.5%

2.  Buffalo  ,  NY

29..9%

3.  Cincinnati  ,  OH

27.8%

4.  Cleveland  ,  OH	27.0%
5.  Miami  ,  FL	26.9%
5.  St. Louis  ,  MO	26.8%
7.  El Paso  ,  TX	26.4%
8.  Milwaukee  ,  WI	26.2%
9.  Philadelphia  ,  PA	25.1%
10.  Newark  ,  NJ	24.2%

The top 10 poorest cities in our nation have not elected a Republican in 50+years.  They remain the poorest to this day. 

Einstein once said, ‘The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

‘ It is the poor who habitually elect Democrats—yet they are still POOR.   ”You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people’s initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.”  author unknown, but brilliantly stated.

Don’t mean to imply Republicans are better than Dems.  But aren’t you just a little surprised at the above stats?  Elect the person more fiscally responsible, I don’t care which party he/she is affiliated with.  Look at what works re: the more prosperous cities.  Arnold S., Republican Governor of California:  huge financial crisis.  He hasn’t had enough time to repair the broken. 

It was a Republican who freed slaves, and the Northeast were the last to free theirs.  Why is the South continuously blamed?  Because it is easiest?  In placing blame on others, we neglect to improve our stations in life.  Why waste energy blaming, rather use energy to push ourselves up?  Improving our individual situations?  What happened to “we shall overcome?”  Why pretend to be less intelligent and then disenfranchised than your white/hispanic/oriental/ brothers and sisters?  This applies to anyone who does not step outside of themselves to better standards of living and acting.  It is not a “black thing” and it is not a “prejudiced thing.”  It is what it is.  Don’t blame…do!

 How sad that the first Black President has failed his people.  How do I know?  First-hand discussions with Black Americans in my area who voted for him and now see who he really is.  Several have said they are sorry they voted for him.

Did I say surrogate grandmother? I meant sales clerk.

Don’t know what happened, but I didn’t get this job as originally thought.  Oh well.  I have a second interview with Dillard’s Department Store, Friday, January 29, 2010.  Don’t know how I will fare standing for too long, but hoping to keep my hours shorter than 40/week.  If I get this job, I’ll have them put it in writing.  I might be selling women’s clothing, which translates:  zero income as it will be spent on merchandise.  At least I get to see the latest as we unpack it!   Stay tuned.  I’ll let you know what happens.

It is important to have clear communication or a picture is worth a thousand words!

 

WHOM do you Believe???

A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for a homework assignment…
   

 
  

After it was graded and the child brought it home, she returned to school the next day with the following note:  
   
Dear Ms. Davis,

I want to be very clear on my child’s illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me selling a snow shovel. 
  
Mrs. Harrington

Thought for the day

 

I have struggled with issues of a big mouth for about, oh, all of my 57 years.  After searching for the perfect mantra, here is the result.  All could learn from this proverb, but that’s just the Ghandi in me talking.  Take care, be safe, and SHUT UP!!!!

 

” Life is like a  jar of Jalapeno peppers:  What you do today,  might Burn Your Ass  Tomorrow” -author unknown

Introduction to Lee Iacocca’s latest book

 

 

 

Remember Lee Iacocca, the man who  rescued Chrysler  Corporation from its death throes?  He’s now 82 years old and  has a new book, ‘Where Have All The Leaders Gone?’.
 
 The introduction to Lee  Iacocca’s new book reads: 
 
 ’Am I the only guy in  this country who’s fed up with what’s happening? Where the hell is our  outrage with this so called president? We should be screaming bloody  murder! We’ve got a gang of tax cheating clueless leftists trying to steer  our ship of state right over a cliff, we’ve got corporate gangsters  stealing us blind, and we can’t even run a ridiculous cash-for-clunkers  program without losing $26 billion of the taxpayers’ money, much less  build a hybrid  car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods  their heads when the politicians say, ‘trust me the economy is getting  better..’
 
 Better? You’ve got to be kidding. This is   America , not the damned, ‘Titanic’. I’ll give you a sound bite: ‘Throw  all the Democrats out along with  Obama!’
 
 You might think I’m getting  senile, that I’ve gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to  speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore..
 
 The  most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in  handcuffs.. While we’re fiddling in Afghanistan , Iran is completing their nuclear bombs and  missiles and nobody seems to know what to do. And the liberal press is  waving ‘pom-poms’ instead of asking hard questions. That’s not the promise  of the ‘ America ‘ my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I’ve  had enough. How about you?
 
 I’ll go a  step further. You can’t call yourself a patriot if you’re not outraged.  This is a fight I’m ready and willing to have. The Biggest ‘C’ is Crisis!  (Iacocca elaborates on nine C’s of leadership, with crisis being the  first.)
 
 Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is  forged in times of crisis. It’s easy to sit there with thumb up your butt  and talk theory. Or send someone else’s kids off to war when you’ve never  seen a battlefield yourself. It’s another thing to lead when your world  comes tumbling down.
 
 On September 11, 2001, we needed a   strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a  steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. A hell of a mess, so here’s  where we stand.
 
 We’re immersed in a bloody war now with  no plan for winning and no plan for leaving.  But our soldiers are  dying daily.
 
 We’re running the biggest deficit in the  history of the world, and it’s getting worse every  day!
 
 We’ve lost the manufacturing  edge to Asia ,  while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care  costs.
 
 Gas prices are going  to skyrock again, and nobody in power has a lucid plan to open drilling to  solve the problem.  This country has the largest oil reserves in the  WORLD, and we cannot drill for it because the politicians have been bought  by the flea-hugging environmentalists.
   Our schools are in a complete  disaster because of the teachers  union.
 
 Our borders are like sieves  and they want to give all illegals amnesty and free  healthcare.
 
 The middle class is  being squeezed to death every  day.
 
 These are times that cry out  for leadership.
 
 But when you look around, you’ve got to  ask: ‘Where have all the leaders gone?’ Where are the curious, creative  communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction,  omnipotence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I  think you get the point.
 
 Name me a leader who has a  better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in  airports and throw away our shampoo?
 
 We’ve spent  billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how  to do is react to things that have already  happened.
 
 Everyone’s hunkering down, fingers crossed,  hoping the government will make it better for them.  Now, that’s just  crazy.. Deal with life.
 
Name me an industry leader who  is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in  manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time  when ‘The Big Three’ referred to Japanese car companies? How did this  happen, and more important, look what Obama did about  it!
 Name me a government leader  who can articulate a plan for paying down the debit, or solving the energy crisis, or  managing the health care  problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that  are eating away at our country and milking the middle class  dry.
 
 I have news for the Chicago  gangsters in Congress. We didn’t elect you to turn this country into a  losing European Socialist  state. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on NBC or CNN news will  call them a name? Give me a break. Why don’t you guys show some spine for  a change?
 
 Had Enough? Hey, I’m not trying to be the voice  of gloom and doom here.  I’m trying to light a fire. I’m speaking out  because I have hope – I believe in America . In my lifetime, I’ve had the  privilege of living through some of    America ’s greatest  moments. I’ve also experienced some of our worst crises: The ‘Great Depression,’  ’World War   II,’ the ‘Korean War,’ the ‘Kennedy Assassination,’ the  ’Vietnam War,’ the  1970’s oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years since  9/11.
 
 

INSTANT GRANDCHILDREN

Stir until thoroughly mixed, answer advertisement for babysitter, and voila!  After unbelievable interview with people of like humor, I now have four granddaughters ages 16 to 3.  Evenings and weekends on various days of the month and I get to leave them at home, just like a traditional grandparent.  I am psyched!  Nice family, sweet dogs, food, movies, fun and I get paid for it!  Pray for the kids and me as we embark on this journey.  I asked if I could take them to the live theater and they said YES!  Yeah.  Some weekends they won’t get home until late so I can sleep over and go home at a decent hour in the morning.  Keith can watch tv and play on the computer as he does every night, so nothing will really change.  I will be home during the day and can go to doctor’s appointments, grocery shop, clean house, etc. and look forward to a night out. 

The three-year old is a little doll.  Her mom asked if she liked me, and she gently shook her head no.  I pointed and said, “Don’t you like me, don’t you dare like me, you’d better not like me.”  She grinned around the pacifier and through her eyes at me.  I think we’ll get along fine.  Hope she likes to have books read to her. 

I’ll let you know how it goes.  Think I’ll have them call me “Mimi.”

His eye is on the sparrow…

 
The song that silenced the cappuccino machine

It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st
Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square . Early November
weather in New York City holds only the slightest hint of the bitter
chill of late December and January, but it’s enough to send the masses
crowding indoors to vie for available space and warmth.
For a musician, it’s the most lucrative Starbucks location in the
world, I’m told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you
play your tunes right. Apparently, we were striking all the right
chords that night, because our basket was almost overflowing.
It was a fun, low-pressure gig – I was playing keyboard and singing
backup for my friend who also added rhythm with an arsenal of
percussion instruments. We mostly did pop songs from the ’40s to the
’90s with a few original tunes thrown in. During our emotional
rendition of the classic, “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” I noticed a
lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was
swaying to the beat and singing along.
After the tune was over, she approached me. “I apologize for singing
along on that song. Did it bother you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “We love it when the audience joins in. Would you
like to sing up front on the next selection?”
To my delight, she accepted my invitation. “You choose,” I said. “What
are you in the mood to sing?”
“Well. … do you know any hymns?”
Hymns? This woman didn’t know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth
on hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our
guest singer a knowing look. “Name one.”
“Oh, I don’t know. There are so many good ones. You pick one.”
“Okay,” I replied. “How about ‘His Eye is on the Sparrow’?”
My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on
mine again and said, “Yeah. Let’s do that one.”
She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse, straightened her
jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my two-bar setup, she
began to sing.
Why should I be discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed. Even the gurgling
noises of the cappuccino machine ceased as the employees stopped what
they were doing to listen. The song rose to its conclusion.
I sing because I’m happy;
I sing because I’m free.
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.
When the last note was sung, the applause crescendoed to a deafening
roar that would have rivaled a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall.
Embarrassed, the woman tried to shout over the din, “Oh, y’all go back
to your coffee! I didn’t come in here to do a concert! I just came in
here to get somethin’ to drink, just like you!” But the ovation
continued.. I embraced my new friend. “You, my dear, have made my
whole year! That was beautiful!”
“Well, it’s funny that you picked that particular hymn,” she said.
“Why is that?”
“Well . ..” she hesitated again, “that was my daughter’s favorite song.”
“Really!” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” she said, and then grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause
had subsided and it was business as usual.. “She was 16. She died of a
brain tumor last week.”
I said the first thing that found its way through my stunned silence.
“Are you going to be okay?”
She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. “I’m gonna
be okay. I’ve just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his
songs, and everything’s gonna be just fine.” She picked up her bag,
gave me her card, and then she was gone.
Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that
particular coffee shop on that particular November night? Coincidence
that this wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular
shop? Coincidence that of all the hymns to choose from, I just
happened to pick the very hymn that was the favorite of her daughter,
who had died just the week before? I refuse to believe it.
God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning
of time, and it’s no stretch for me to imagine that he could reach
into a coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into
a revival. It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting him and
singing his songs, everything’s gonna be okay.
The next time you feel like GOD can’t use YOU, just remember…

Although we’re flawed, God uses us.  Below are Biblical examples of may great people in the Bible with flaws that God used for his purpose.  He uses me as well.

Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Sampson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
John the Baptist ate bugs
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer…AND
Lazarus was dead!

He looked beyond my faults and saw my “knees.”

Poor Aunt Pat.  Severe arthritis in her knee.  Now proud owner of a titanium knee.  Wonder if the airport body scans will see this as a national security risk?  After all, isn’t titanium used in making weapons?  I can see it now.  She smuggles on her new knee.  At 72, white haired and limping with that huge surgical scar, no one would suspect her of treason.  Once on board, she simply slips into the loo and with a scalpel, superglue and plastique she could hold the plane hostage until it flies right over congress and drop a load.  No more socialism.  Now if  Homeland Security intercepts my blog, let me assure you that this is only tongue-in-cheek.  A stab at the latest security messures levied.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to be x-rayed before getting on a plane.  Violation of my civil rights?  Dang straight.  As my neighbor, Cathy says, “Good gosh a livin’.”  They couldn’t have seen the bomb in his underwear using x-ray in the first place!!!

The whole world seems to have been taken over by an invasion of the bodysnatchers!  I just pray one day soon, Aunt Pat can walk without limping and can travel to any and all destinations she chooses.  And I pray, one day, America will get back some common sense, bravery, and patriotism.  We have God and we have grace and we have a mission to tell the world.  We Christians needed to hurry up and be a witness.  Look what our sloth has gotten us?