Volunteering in Redlands

I knew I wanted to volunteer when I got to Redlands. I didn’t know I would find such a great program to do it with.

Last week, I toured the Redlands Family Service Association and found that the opportunities to serve were just about as limitless as my imagination. Really, they are that chill there. This was the volunteer infrastructure that I wish so deeply that every in-need family in Grenada can experience.

To begin, Redlands is a small town full of rich people who care entirely too much about their small town.

Strange you say? I love it.

Want a stellar turnout at your community cleanup day Northern Nevada? Fill your town with third-generation residents with an overgrown sense of philanthropy. Oh, and shrink the city limits by like 75%.

But I digress.

The Redlands Family Service Association has been around since 1898, which gives you a sense of how deep-rooted philanthropy is in this community. Their mission is to “alleviate poverty, encourage self-sufficiency, and promote the dignity of all people”. The first part of their mission only exists to support the second two goals, according to its volunteer coordinator. Other organizations take care of chronic homelessness and poverty. This association deals with people who are really ready to be independent, but just need that extra help.

Here are the opportunities to serve:

  • Playing with kids in a separate toys room while mom (and maybe dad) meet with a case worker.
  • Helping job-seekers pick out one or two free professional outfits from the thrift store they run.
  • Putting food in inconspicuous “Vonns” grocery bags when someone comes in asking for a week’s work of help.
  • Helping a parent pick out a free toy for their child’s birthday (or Christmas) from the massive collection there.
  • Teaching a yoga or scrapbooking or knitting (or anything else you are a pro at).
  • Playing soccer with the kids outside.
  • Going on a grocery run for pantry supplies.
  • Eating dinner with the families.
  • Etc.

These volunteering activities can be scheduled once a week, once a month or whenever you feel like dropping in. The paperwork is also simple. I was approved as a volunteer in 15 minutes.

What impressed me the most about this organization was its emphasis on families and normalcy. For example, when a family requests food for the week, the volunteer carefully packs the listed items into a bag from a local grocery store and the person in need must come and pick it up. The goal is to make the children believe that their parent is bringing home food and providing for them. Same with dinners at the location. The parent has to set the family’s table and put together the dinner in the kitchen. It isn’t served. Same with the toys room. While any child tripping in there would feel like they just entered Nirvana, the parent is the only one allowed in. Family Services gives the parent the gift wrap so they can make the toy look special and personalize their gift to their child.

If I were in need, I would find this place very empowering.

I’m sure in my 30 minute tour I didn’t see all sides of this place. I’m not naive when it comes to charity services. It also won’t provide the ability to get extremely close to a set group of children like the Limes and QE programs did in Grenada. People come to Redlands Family Services to climb up out of poverty – they aren’t going to be there for ever.

However, I think it will fill a hole in my personality that was left by Grenada.  The daily service that I was able to give on that island changed me. I don’t think I will be the same again without someone in my community to serve.

If you are interested in volunteering, call Nicholas at 1-909-793-2673 or just drop in on Wednesday at 3 p.m. Or you can always go with me.

On Saturday, our church collected bags of donated food for the Association’s pantry. It was pretty fun scurrying from door to door to pick up these bags from people’s porches!

 

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A Parade of Homes

I have fallen in love with our beautiful neighborhood. Tree-lined streets show off trellised Victorian homes and stunning landscaping. Old, retired couples and kind families have grown up in these neighborhoods and they never leave.

We’ve landed in flippin’ Mayberry.

I’ve wanted to do a tour of homes for a while, so I walked around the block 🙂 I’ll be adding to this slideshow as time goes on.

Enjoy a little snapshot of our neighborhood!

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That one day a house caught fire

Last week on the way into work, David and I noticed a plume of smoke coming from a couple blocks away. My reporter instincts started to tingle. So after I kicked the huz out of the car and into the hospital, I went over to see what was going on.

Neighbors and fire trucks surrounded the beautiful 1904 Victorian home as it’s top floor smoldered.

According to the fire chief, no one was home at the time it started burning, but the cat and the dog were heroically rescued. And the teen who lived there got an excused absence from school that day.

Like most homes in our neighborhood, this home was architecturally beautiful and had been owned by the same people for generations. It was recently sublet into two apartments. All the neighbors knew each other and all lined up to help. The support for this family was monumental, and frankly impressive.

You can read more about the fire here.

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Happy Halloween

Inside the walls of Glenn Mannor this Halloween, the spectre of final examinations loomed large as David’s Internal Medicine rotation gasped its final breaths. As the clock strikes one on Friday, he will face a line of scientists in their white coats for his oral exams. Then, after a week of penance in the hospital library, he battles the shelf exam.

Scary, huh?

Outside Glenn Mannor, there were plenty of mad scientists as well. In fact, our neighborhood was overrun with ghouls and goblins while old Victorian-era houses were transformed into incredible haunts.

Really, I didn’t know Halloween could be this cool in any neighborhood. The houses are old and charming anyway. But add over-the-top decorations, thousands of dressed up little ones, and a few loudspeakers and you have Spooksville! They actually block off the streets for the trick or treaters. Here is the article the local paper did on the event. I am continually bombarded by reminders of how family-friendly this neighborhood is.

Here are a few of the pictures I took on my own walk around the neighborhood. Sorry they aren’t the best quality – even among a crowd of crazies, the girl in jeans and a t-shirt snapping pics with her cell phone is looked at funny.

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After putting one more nail in the coffin of his study plan, David took a break to float over to his aunt and uncle’s house for hot chili, halloween goodies and an … um … interesting game of Phase 10.

It was a pretty low-key Halloween for us, but we enjoyed it and can now look forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas with family!

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Lately things have happened. I promise.

The last 12 weeks are going to go down in history as a strange blur in our lives. We are back in the United States, we have a dishwasher, cars and all the $30-per-month utility bills we can ask for.

I am also happy to announce that I have started contributing a tins’y bit to our living expenses as a freelance social media and blogging consultant. While David is at the hospital helping the sick, I spend my days reading, writing and getting cozy with my new BFF HootSuite (a social media management dashboard).

I still miss the frantic excitement of a newsroom, but the companies I work for now are absolutely amazing. Each is giving me the ability to combine my passion for health with a skill for effective online business communication. You can see a list of a few of my wonderful clients here. The daily slogs through monotony are starting to ease up a little.

While I would still love to end up back in a newsroom, I am so thankful to have another skill set that I nurtured during our time abroad. If not for the Significant Others Organization and the example of so many incredible Grenadians I met along the way, I don’t know what I would be doing now.

As for David, he is finishing up his last few weeks of Internal Medicine. Next week he will be out of the hospital and back into the books prepping for the Internal Med shelf exam.

Then begins six-weeks of Surgery – his *maybe* love. The hours are allegedly slightly rougher than internal medicine (rumors are 4 a.m. – 5 p.m. with a 30-hour on-call stint every other week). But I am so excited for him to finally get into the OR and see what he has been dreaming of since year one.

That six-week marathon of long hours is punctuated by a few bright breaks – Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. The hospital is giving the clerks two weeks of time off right smack in the middle of the six-week rotation for holiday decompressing. Sigh. We are so blessed to be able to spend each holiday with family from now on. I can’t wait!

In the meantime, I’ll keep tapping away at my keys and David will keep donning his white coat and saving the world.

 

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Our Grenada Christmas Project

Magical things happen on the island of Grenada. Not the least of which was the Limes After School Program, administered by the Significant Others (SO) Organization.

As president of the SO Organization, I got to see and be a part of some amazing acts of service. The Limes Program was one of them. Now, living in the United States my fellow SO Board Members and I have been searching for a way to fill the void left by the absence of all our volunteering.

So without further adieu, let me introduce Operation Grenada Child. This Christmas we are aiming to give each child in one of Grenada’s crime and drug riddled neighborhoods a shoebox filled with their own Christmas presents.

We have put up a website where you can sign up to fill a box, learn more about the program and meet the kids who we have fallen in love with over the past year. If you have any questions about Operation Grenada Child or the program, please ask away! I am more than happy to talk your ear off about these great kids.

We are especially encouraging you to add little notes or photos or anything that can help these kids feel love from across the miles. Each of them is an amazing child of our Heavenly Father and each have incredible potential despite (or maybe because of) their uphill climb against poverty and violence. I hope the ability to create a personalized Christmas gift gives our friends and family an opportunity to come to know and love these sweet children the way we have.

Being a part of this project has already filled our home with the Christmas spirit. I hope it can bring a little joy to your home this holiday season as well.

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Reno and our new addition

I feel so lucky to live so close to my family. There are exactly eight hours between us, and half of that drive is through some of the most stunning country on the West Coast.

This last weekend, I was able to visit with my family and friends just because I wanted to. Such a great feeling! We picked apples fresh from the tree, watched the presidential debate and giggled with the adorable munchkins she watches.

We are also happy to announce that our little family has a new addition.

His name is undecided, so give me all your suggestions.

He is a sweet gift from my dad, who got him from a mechanic with a heart of gold. One day I might tell the tale of both of their giving natures, but for now I am just thankful to have my own way to get around.

 

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A little boy and a great war

One of Redland’s most interesting stories lies tucked behind the shrine of Abraham Lincoln.

Remember the post about the Lincoln Shrine (the largest tribute to the man west of the Mississippi)? Its existence began as a monument to a parent’s World War I heartbreak.

After making a fortune in oil and settling in Redlands, Alma and Robert Watchorn hoped and prayed for an addition to their family. In the 1890s their prayers were answered as Robert Jr. came into the world. But Robert Jr. died as an infant.

Then came Emory Ewart who would be their only child.

Emory grew up doted on by loving parents. After graduating from Hollywood Highschool, he did what any adventurous, wealthy (and somewhat smothered) teen would do – travelled through Europe.

His timing was awful. At the outbreak of World War I, he was in Germany. It took all the efforts of the U.S. State Department to get him out of there alive.

After his harrowing adventure, Emory trained as a pilot with the allied forces. In those days, American pilots flew for whoever was in the most trouble and Emory landed with the Italians. Fiorello La Guardia (of NY airport fame) was his coach and commander in those tin can contraptions called early war planes.

He was only 22.

After months of flight training in Italy, Emory and his Italian comrades flew day and night bombing missions against Austrian airfields, railroad yards and troop concentrations. On a night mission, the lieutenant’s center engine was hit by anti-aircraft fire. He would receive a commendation for coolly executing a perfect emergency landing, saving his crew and the plane.

But the years of freezing winds in exposed cockpits took their toll on Emory. On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, Armistice Day, he came close to death from pneumonia.

But he recovered, returning to California and his waiting parents.

It was not the war, but a sunburn that killed Emory Watchorn. His severely damaged body, especially his lungs, could not recover from the severe burn from a day at the beach. After a two month struggle, Emory Ewart died at the age of 25 on July 10, 1921. Robert and Alma were devastated by the loss of their only surviving child and always felt that his death was a direct result of his service to his country.

So they built a memorial.

Now, the President whose memory looms larger than the Civil War itself has taken center stage at the shrine. But if you listen closely to the war stories, they echo the patriotism and sorrow of two parents who lost their only son in World War I.

*Photos courtesy of the Lincoln Shrine.

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What the guys think of quilt shops

Over the weekend, David’s mom and I found a cute little Redlands quilt shop where she could get a needed gadget and ohh and ahh over the beautiful fabrics and patterns.

It was a very girly experience.

On the way out of the store, I snapped this great pic of the guys. They are obviously very excited by quilt shops.

 

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The laundry could wait

Friday evening I frantically pulled the laundry from the drier as the in-laws rolled into our little cul-de-sac. With hugs and smiles, the basket was dropped at the edge of our bed, forgotten for a whole two days.

We were so happy to have David’s parents in our little humble home and to have them bring the grandparents with them from Utah!

We walked around the beautiful Redlands temple, found the highest point in the city to admire the view of the San Bernardino valley and caught a praying mantis in the act of praying (at the temple no less) only to have him run away.

Mom Glenn and I ohh-ed and ahh-ed as we crushed fresh basil leaves into a homemade pesto for our goat cheese and veggie pizzas while David and his dad worked through a few computer glitches. We talked away the evening around our tiny dining room table.

And that was just Friday night.

Saturday came with a little sleeping in and breakfast of waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. We drove over to the hospital so David’s parents could get a taste of where he spends his days (and nights). After that it was off for a relaxing walk in Prospect Park where David’s mom gave me a crash course on the names of all the beautiful flowers. We pilfered a couple of oranges right off the tree and smiled as their juices got our fingers all sticky.

A tour of Redlands, the Lincoln Shrine, and the “worlds greatest” burgers at a little downtown diner topped off the afternoon.

Saturday evening, we marveled at the huge pile of ribs and perfect roast that uncle Dan and grandpa Glenn had barbecued. After dinner, we discovered our true character traits in a rollicking game of Apples to Apples in the living room.

Sunday was church, a time to relax and enjoy each others company (along with a little football and a movie).

There were no waterfalls to jump from, no castles to explore, no jungles to trek through or world-famous beaches. But in all our adventures, these little trips are the best of all.

They teach me that the laundry can wait. There are more important things to tend to.

“We become so caught up in the busyness of our lives. Were we to step back, however, and take a good look at what we’re doing, we may find that we have immersed ourselves in the “thick of thin things.” In other words, too often we spend most of our time taking care of the things which do not really matter much at all in the grand scheme of things, neglecting those more important causes.”

– President Thomas S. Monson, Prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. 

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