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14 May 2012

G is for Grief for Ginger & C is for Celebration


Hello Dear Friends and Family, 

This is a sad email. 
Tonight [5/13/12] we put Ginger, our beloved +14 year old beagle, to sleep. This past week her kidneys and liver were rapidly shutting down, but her heart had a hard time letting go. We have too. 

She couldn't move very well but continued to watch me in the yard, the house, upstairs. I wanted to give her space and some peace and yet wanted to stay with her as she has stayed close to me through happy times, illness and heart ache. The last two nights I spent a lot of time with her outside, where she wanted to be in the 43º mountain air. I don't know how she survived the cold, damp and breezy nights. It must have been hard on her. She returned to the house early Saturday morning only to go out again a few hours later. Dogs often leave their pack when they know it is their time. The bittersweet irony of our yard being more beautiful than ever: it made a heavenly place to try to convalesce. Each child quietly visited her, lay down next to her, sang to her, prayed for her, cried over her and gently pet her incredibly soft fur and velveteen ears. 

Ginger was an unusually sweet, kind, smart, beautiful and patient friend. She was a one dog welcoming committee with a special howl, wag and dance routine. She was a natural vocal coach. I love that she perked up a bit tonight when I sang a beagle version (howl on the Oos) of "Tell Me Why." She was also exceptionally helpful cleaning the kitchen floor and somehow the table tops, even recently! In her prime she was a marvelous, tireless, and curious walking companion -- this last year she loved walking with Christopher almost every day. She helped raise S, K, J, N and M and has taught all of us many lessons of love, service, understanding and compassion. Today we learned about real pain and what a broken heart truly is. 

When I was so busy this past year in the mornings I really missed her. I missed letting her out in all sorts of weather and missed her incredible enchanting eyes lovingly and patiently watching me as I made lunches. Many pieces of sliced turkey or chunks of tuna somehow fell off the counter onto the floor where Ginger enthusiastically cleaned them up. She could tell when I was going to work or going on a walk at -5:00 in the morning and lately chose to stay in her extra comfy bed on the floor by the head of my bed, preferring to wake up later with Christopher. Often I just wanted to be home to be with her, her sweetness and softness. The walks I wanted to go on with her were replaced by tandem naps ... I'd return home and flop onto my favorite chair, then she would jump onto her favorite chair, next to mine, I'd put on my eye shades and we'd both snooze. She has followed me everywhere for years, making a parade when the children were little: Mom + Child + Dog. She loved picking up the kids from school ... she always got "shotgun!" It was touching that she seemed very content in the family van this evening.

She is, and will be, sorely missed. C's and my grief is only compounded by looking at the children's faces at this time. Our memories are full of funny and sweet stories.

This has also been a beautiful time of being together, serving Ginger and each other, talking, holding on, singing hymns, praying and simply loving and remembering Ginger Muffin, our very generous furry sister. Spending time with close family and timely visits from Ginger's favorite people have helped us see connections within the bigger picture.

Today was also S's 20th birthday and Mother's Day -- Ssaid it best: 
Today was a celebration of Life.

Many of you are Ginger's friends so I thought you would want to know. As our friends and family we appreciate your love and understanding.

Onward, with a heavy heart and lots of love, 
Hailey

31 October 2010

Tomorrow & Today

1stly: Tomorrow N has surgery for his second implant, bilateral. We leave our house at 4:30 in the morning.
The doctor, the doctor's office and the hospital haven't really told us anything to expect. This is disappointing. I've been reading things online, some is very out of date. Sigh.


2 Facebook comments I left at 2 different places:

Andrew, you are right. On my list of things I don't get: why DO (many) women run around 90% naked. If it is that comfortable why don't men, aside from legal restraints, do it too? AND! Why would there be the double standard legally for men? Must be like TV and politics ... men must be in suits, big, pasty & nasty while women have to be rail thin, in tight suits, and have   (usually long) hair, show legs, and feign sweet bitterness. 
RE: Rally to Restore Sanity:
--> "Hard times and not end times."
AND! I love that Tony Bennett sang. This is the team I want to be on. Let's make America better, not just bitter. And, let's laugh a little on the way.


19 March 2010

Mr. Rogers, the Beloved and Missed.

--> FACEBOOK CONVERSATION <--



ML: I am looking OH SO ATTRACTIVE with tissues stuffed up my nostrils. Gotta love spring colds/allergies/whatever it is.


Hailey Meyer Liechty
H: Ha! I was just wondering, sadly (C has a fire going), if I could slither up the stairs unnoticed. My puffy eyes, runny nose and blotchy skin must look so lovely. I've been crying -- reading about Mr. Rogers! Meanwhile, my kitten allergies have kicked in. I HAD to teach Miss M how to hold the sweet, furry, purring kitty! For a long time ... As Mr. Rogers would say to You, "I love you just the way you are!" -- I say it too M!
about an hour ago · 
Michelle Vincent Liechty
ML: Well aren't you just sweet (as are the furry, purring kitties). But why have you been crying over Mr. Rogers?
38 minutes ago
Hailey Meyer Liechty
H: Oh, I LOVE Mr. Rogers! I've been looking for something for a very special young man's 15th (!) birthday next Friday ... 

The more I read about Mr. Rogers the more I admire him. He was a man of complete integrity & humility, & unlike so many famous men, he was consistent & true his entire life. He cared passionately for children & what is Best for their positive growth; this is so sorely lacking in 2010. If K would have Mr. Rogers as a role model & not men with tricked out names like: Tiger, Jay-z or Jesse James, if he is 9/10ths like Mr. Rogers, I will die a happy mother.

When Mr. Rogers passed away K & I cried together.

I'm actually surprised at how strongly I feel for him. Just read that he showed up in Eddie Murphy's dressing room at Saturday Night Live when EM was making fun of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood (with drug addicts etc.). When EM saw him, naturally he swore [great] and, naturally, Mr. Rogers hugged him.

I see a lot of Christ's example in him, the humility, intelligence, deep spirituality & love of children.

(Hey, thanks for a blog post here!)

22 October 2009

FB is for Forget'bout Bedtime.


Sorry to read you won't be there...but a mum of six (??is this right??) needs her R&R. Enjoy!

Hailey  October 22 at 8:53pm
Thanks for the info. Cool that you've kept up with Hamlin kin. I only have five... you sound like my dad, he always says "How many do you have now? Ten?"

Melissa October 22 at 8:55pm
I was on the Alumnae Board for a couple years....very fun actually. Five--I am so jealous!

HaileyOctober 22 at 8:13pm
Do you live in SF?

Growing up I knew a lot of older women who had 1 or 2 children and told me they regretted they didn't have more. That left an impression on me. The only person I knew with more than 3 was Paula Mc. who I thought was a bone fide automaton nut. 5 is often more work than I realized it would be, especially since I'm kinda a lazy loner. (Lazy when it comes to housework. It depresses me.) Things are clearing out though, this is a pivotal year. S (oldest, 17) is a senior in HS and M (youngest, 5) is in kindergarten. They are cool, sweet kids. My husband is one of 10-12 (2 died at birth). He would have been fine with 2. His parents ARE nutters and didn't ever master the parenting thing. He says they followed the squid model, very "hands" off. He wants to be a penguin.

05 October 2009

fb

"Dear friends of facebook, i have a serious announcement to make. i am now a republican and a devout fan of byu. i dont know what i was thinking all that time. thank you, Hailey"

This made me laugh! AND! Zina commented?! My funny funny children posted that for me. [I'm pleased that the Evans/Meyer genes have been well nurtured!] Here is the boring truth: I am NOT Republican (the party of bush, beck & limbaugh, deception & deficits) and I am not a fan of BYU (for personal, not ideological reasons) , though I am an alumni and am glad many folks around here like the place.

11 January 2009

D is for DillyBeans.


http://www.bethsfarmkitchen.com/

Since I'm writing on a blog... you already know I'm more clever and more experienced, not to mention happier, thinner, more beautiful, with the smartest mostest beautiful and naturally athletic children anywhere, ever... did I mention that I am a fantaaaaaasstic home chef and there is so much money coming in the front door that we are vacuuming it up, mopping it up and whipping up crafts with the green stuff?! Well, actually, that is all true, but after we give bunches of money to an array of charitable causes, we have just enough (left over) to splurge on Beth's Dilly Beans. They are available at farmer's markets in NYC and they can be ordered and shipped.

I know C loves me because he only eats these WITH me. Not a big fan of strong foods, I do like them once in a while, whereas he LOVES them ALL the time. Then, on the fifth full moon of the year, when I'm in the mood for DILLY BEANS they are GONE! Well, they used to be. Yesternight C declared he'd only eat them with me. Ahhh shucks.

Is it coincidence that I just found Beth's Farm Kitchen catalog today in my pile of papers? I'm trying to go though at least 5 at a time... and also a few random saved blog pictures ...

04 October 2008

I is for I Spy quilts!


This is a picture of my very young and stylish mother blowing out the candles on her birthday cake almost a year ago. It was a significant birthday and seemed to call for a special token or gift to mark the occasion. With the exception of my grandmothers, she is the one of the best ever.

I had been thinking about what I/we could do for her for about 6 years, meanwhile I kept special but worn out clothing that she and my father had given the children... one day the idea came to me: an I-Spy quilt. Finally all the velour pjs, alligator swim trunks, torn elegant shirts for boys had a place to be.

My parents, like many others', are IMPOSSIBLE to give gifts to, for any reason. My mother puts up with handmade goodies but really hates it when I spend my time making stuff for her. Really. I knew this project wouldn't be a hit with her. Her idea of domestic abuse is crafts, canning, sewing, decorations-- anything not Idea related. She enjoys travel and that includes traveling light. She and I are on the same quest to rid our lives of clutter. However, I like to make cool significant/useful things (Duh.) and although I rarely give them to people (topic for another post) this one, even though it would be coolly received, is what I had to do.

Here are the pieces on the dining room floor, not sewn yet...planning, arranging... (Late night photo shoot)

KISS principal in action. Keep It Simple Sister.
Each square is 6"x6". I'm not the most clever quilter...

Once the top was finished, a cool woman in Provo (Who taught me all about "Religionists" in the process! That was cool and helped me understand some men in my ward.) quilted this for me. She had a lot of fun and drew with the stitches things/patterns that supported the fabrics.

Voila, the finished product! What surprised me is that although my Mum left it in the apartment in SLC and my Dad didn't see it for maybe months, S, K, J, N and M LOVED it. Really. They loved watching me work on it, they all helped with it, they loved learning about the process and they adored the finished product. Gama didn't want to not take it and seem ungrateful (though she might not have really wanted to take it), but all the children wanted to keep it!

To make an I-spy quilt you need a lot of one or 2 squares of funky fabric. Gama's quilt is 12(6"squares) x 12 = 144 different fabrics. You are left with a lot extra... that's where the next idea hatched from... Christmas 2008 everyone gets their own quilt, that is it. No toys, no books, no clothes, no skies, no i-pods, no cash, no nuttin'. (I am filling their stockings with cool goodies from NYC!) This might not be what the economy needs but it is what we need. Less stuff, hopefully more meaning.

My bestest friend Ashley liked the idea and so we are making more together. We will make 9 quilts, plus possibly one for her beloved nephew and maybe the start of a few (smaller ones) to donate. Last night while the men went to priesthood meeting she and I snuck into my ward building, hung out in the primary room, turned the volume off and got to work. With laser like focus, we sorted all the fabric that we have cut so far, divvied it up for each child. We are short about 50 fabrics, although between the two of us I think we have them. They too need to be washed, pressed, cut, sorted.

The clock is ticking... These need to be assembled and quilted, and paid for (Gasp) and then the edges need to be bound. We meet every Wednesday and hopefully work on our own during the week.

I am also really excited about my idea for the Beehive Bazaar this year -- hope Noelle and Molly are too. Heidi and I want to have a space together, full of cool and a bit random things. More about that another time.

Right now I'm off to make Ratouille for Russell. Enjoying the rain and looking forward to Conference. Grateful for the time to write in a quiet house.

Did you hear Brother Anderson's talk Saturday morning? He spoke about Hadley, that is N's friend! He was riveted to the television listening to the Conference Talk!!! Whoa. At the end of the talk he said, "Hadley did a really cool thing!" She did. We had tears streaming down our cheeks at the end of the talk.

16 June 2008

W is for Wendy's -- rediculous, again ... a letter for today.


Our experience today at Wendy's was so bad that it was comical. This was our order: 2 kids' meals, both with cheeseburgers, chocolate milks and vanilla frosties. One side salad with low-fat ranch. 2 large waters.

I was told the vanilla frosty machine "was broke." Fine, chocolate is ok. When our order came the kids' meals were missing the cheese burgers, the frosty cups were half full and the dressing was French. Also, the French fries were cold. The toys were DVD games that you have been giving out for about 6 months.

I had to park the car to get the cheese burgers. And then I saw the dressing.

Today I am writing because enough is enough. Whenever we go to Wendy's in SLC (Foothill) the order is screwed up; today it was more than the usual no cheese, no requested pickles or a missing fork for the salad. Once there was no meat in the chili. There used to be an order-taker that was incredibly rude, again almost comical. My children were begging to go there, regrettably I acquiesced.

Utah County Wendy's aren't much better.

22 May 2008

C is for Children. As in, Children are wonderful.

This might not make much sense to you if you don't link to the Bizarro blog... but I wrote a comment there today and need to put it someplace to remember it... my letter for today. Please read Pirraro's comments and the other comments about this cartoon... But first the brilliant cartoon:


H's comment:
Children (loving them, housing them, clothing them, educating them, playing with them, feeding them, bathing them, being loved by them) are not the problem. All the self-centered, self-righteous, self-absorbed, arrogant, egotistical, shallow adults that don't, and can't bother to figure out how to, care about anyone other than themselves and their stuff, including their (not our) planet are the problem.

Are the happily child-free happy that thousands of children were squished in China during the earthquake? Happy that the schools went first?

And then, what are the child-free going to do about the fanatics taking over our world with their heirs? Look at the Bush babies, not just Islamic militants.

Dan, you know I love your work. And I love this cartoon in particular but negative commentary about children and encouragement for the child-free, sticks me in the diaper zone.

All people should love and raise children. Children deserve the best. They are wonderful--we were too as children.

13 March 2008

P is for in a Perfect World; this is how all schools would be.

Just read on the Washington Post about the Big Draw. The slide show/interviews is/are worth watching/listening to. Check this out: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2008/03/06/GA2008030601203.html?sid=ST2008030601398

From the article:

For the 320 students toting sketch pads, charcoal pencils and erasers, North Chevy Chase Elementary School's Big Draw event meant a three-hour break from math, language arts and other classes and a chance to draw to their hearts' content.


The children got to DRAW, learn how to Observe! for 3 glorious hours. What brilliant teachers, administrators and parents. All I can say about the beautiful children is, "Lucky!"

B is for the Body -- a Sesame Street Exhibit.







I'll come back and add more information later.

08 January 2008

D is for Deleted comment.

Noelle wrote a great post about getting her children to help around the house. After reading it I ranted... not so cool on her site. Thought I'd post my rant here:

Amen Sister! I have the same &#&$%9248y!!! problem in my house. My new mantra is: HOUSE OF ORDER. I am just so $&^%#T*Y#(*%!!! fed up of doing everything for everybody. I sound an alarm, sort of a funny "Ohohohohoh!" when they drop trash, coats etc on the floor, leave dishes etc. They aren't getting away with anything. I stand over them while they finish a task and chirp, "Once a job you have begun never stop until it's done..." It is making a small difference. And often I am making myself sick and tired; this is not my natural style, but that wasn't working either. :P

07 December 2007

W is for Willow Tree Toys. Wow.




Some lovely children are getting lovely toys this holiday season from Willow Tree Toys. Insomnia has its up side to be sure ... interruption free internet shopping.

The barn pictured above is not something we are getting. FUD has generously given us a few awesome open-able play architectural structures. This one is just so beautiful. I would want it as a focal point in my family room. The "blue sky" [a dreamy eventuality] plans for a studio/pavilion in our backyard looks slightly similar to this.

J is getting an archery set for Christmas from Willow Tree Toys.

This season is not about getting stuff, although I've done tons of that while decorating the house for the home tour on the 15th... more about that next post. Each of the children is getting a gorgeous snuggly blanket and about one thoughtful toy/item. Many of the items are from Germany. Long before the China + Lead in the toy scare I decided that we have enough. And, as FUD puts it, I decreed 2007 as the year of the "Toy Reduction Act". NO toys for Christmas is cruel and unusual. A few toys are fine. I love toys, it is in my blood. In keeping with the TRA and my heritage I thought I'd steer my shopping towards Willow Tree Toys, HearthSong and my favorite, Magic Cabin Dolls. On Tuesday night S and I went to a sale of German toys, and exquisite blankets that fit the bill.

S & K aren't so much into toys these days. Brilliant, yet bonkers, K is working hard to avoid a lump of coal...

31 August 2007

C is for Chalk-Paint.





The children created these with chalk paint and sidewalk chalk. I'm always on the prowl for cool things and especially cool low-tech un-boredom-busters. Who can be bored these days!?

20 June 2007

T, this time it is for the Truth about Summer.


My good pal Ashley sent this to me. It describes our summer reality perfectly. I haven't planned a lot for the children. No structure means more playtime, or TV time, or computer time. They still haven't said they are bored though, which is my goal. Boredom, what an antique concept.

New Yorker Cartoon
by Michael Maslin