Tuesday, February 2, 2010

If you love America, a must read!!!

I thought this really worth forwarding to others, something I rarely do. Please take time to read it. It is so relevant to today.

Subject: FW: AUSTRIA--a must read if you love the USA

Kitty Werthmann’s Life Story Growing Up as a Child Living in Austria -
Freedom to Dictatorship in 5 Years

What I am about to tell you is something you’
ve probably never heard or will ever read in history books.

I believe that I am an eyewitness to history. I cannot tell you that Hitler took Austria by tanks and guns; it would distort history. We elected him by a landslide – 98% of the vote. I’
ve never read that in any American publications. Everyone thinks that Hitler just rolled in with his tanks and took Austria by force.
In 1938, Austria was in deep Depression. Nearly one-third of our workforce was unemployed. We had 25% inflation and 25% bank loan interest rates. Farmers and business people were declaring bankruptcy daily. Young people were going from house to house begging for food. Not that they
didn’t want to work; there simply weren’t any jobs. My mother was a Christian woman and believed in helping people in need. Every day we cooked a big kettle of soup and baked bread to feed those poor, hungry people – about 30 daily.

The Communist Party and the National Socialist Party were fighting each other. Blocks and blocks of cities like Vienna ,
Linz , and Graz were destroyed. The people became desperate and petitioned the government to let them decide what kind of government they wanted.

We looked to our neighbor on the north, Germany, where Hitler had been in power since 1933. We had been told that they
didn’t have unemployment or crime, and they had a high standard of living. Nothing was ever said about persecution of any group -- Jewish or otherwise. We were led to believe that everyone was happy. We wanted the same way of life in Austria . We were promised that a vote for Hitler would mean the end of unemployment and help for the family. Hitler also said that businesses would be assisted, and farmers would get their farms back. Ninety-eight percent of the population voted to annex Austria to Germany and have Hitler for our ruler. We were overjoyed, and for three days we danced in the streets and had candlelight parades. The new government opened up big field kitchens and everyone was fed.
After the election, German officials were appointed, and like a miracle, we suddenly had law and order. Three or four weeks later, everyone was employed. The government made sure that a lot of work was created through the Public Work Service.

Hitler decided we should have equal rights for women. Before this, it was a custom that married Austrian women did not work outside the home. An able-bodied husband would be looked down on if he
couldn’t support his family. Many women in the teaching profession were elated that they could retain the jobs they previously had been required to give up for marriage.

Hitler Targets Education –
Eliminates Religious Instruction for Children

Our education was nationalized. I attended a very good public school. The population was predominantly Catholic, so we had religion in our schools. The day we elected Hitler (March 13, 1938), I walked into my schoolroom to find the crucifix replaced by Hitler’s picture hanging next to a Nazi flag. Our teacher, a very devout woman, stood up and told the class we
wouldn’t pray or have religion anymore. Instead, we sang “Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber Alles,” and had physical education.
Sunday became National Youth Day with compulsory attendance. Parents were not pleased about the sudden change in curriculum. They were told that if they did not send us, they would receive a stiff letter of warning the first time. The second time they would be fined the equivalent of $300, and the third time they would be subject to jail. The first two hours consisted of political indoctrination. The rest of the day we had sports. As time went along, we loved it. Oh, we had so much fun and got our sports equipment free. We would go home and gleefully tell our parents about the wonderful time we had.

My mother was very unhappy. When the next term started, she took me out of public school and put me in a convent. I told her she
couldn’t do that and she told me that someday when I grew up, I would be grateful. There was a very good curriculum, but hardly any fun – no sports, and no political indoctrination. I hated it at first but felt I could tolerate it. Every once in a while, on holidays, I went home. I would go back to my old friends and ask what was going on and what they were doing. Their loose lifestyle was very alarming to me. They lived without religion. By that time unwed mothers were glorified for having a baby for Hitler. It seemed strange to me that our society changed so suddenly. As time went along, I realized what a great deed my mother did so that I wasn’t exposed to that kind of humanistic philosophy.

Equal Rights Hits Home

In 1939, the war started and a food bank was established. All food was rationed and could only be purchased using food stamps. At the same time, a full-employ-
ment law was passed which meant if you didn’t work, you didn’t get a ration card, and if you didn’t have a card, you starved to death. Women who stayed home to raise their families didn’t have any marketable skills and often had to take jobs more suited for men.
Soon after this, the draft was implemented. It was compulsory for young people, male and female, to give one year to the labor corps. During the day, the girls worked on the farms, and at night they returned to their barracks for military training just like the boys. They were trained to be anti-aircraft gunners and participated in the signal corps. After the labor corps, they were not discharged but were used in the front lines. When I go back to Austria to visit my family and friends, most of these women are emotional cripples because they just were not equipped to handle the horrors of combat. Three months before I turned 18, I was severely injured in an air raid attack. I nearly had a leg amputated, so I was spared having to go into the labor corps and into military service.

Hitler Restructured the Family Through Daycare

When the mothers had to go out into the work force, the government immediately established child care centers. You could take your children ages 4 weeks to school age and leave them there around-the-clock, 7 days a week, under the total care of the government. The state raised a whole generation of children. There were no motherly women to take care of the children, just people highly trained in child psychology. By this time, no one talked about equal rights. We knew we had been had.

Health Care and Small Business
Suffer Under Government Controls

Before Hitler, we had very good medical care. Many American doctors trained at the University of Vienna . After Hitler, health care was socialized, free for everyone. Doctors were salaried by the government. The problem was, since it was free, the people were going to the doctors for everything. When the good doctor arrived at his office at 8 a.m., 40 people were already waiting and, at the same time, the hospitals were full. If you needed elective surgery, you had to wait a year or two for your turn. There was no money for research as it was poured into socialized medicine.

Research at the medical schools literally stopped, so the best doctors left Austria and emigrated to other countries.

As for
healthcare, our tax rates went up to 80% of our income. Newlyweds immediately received a $1,000 loan from the government to establish a household. We had big programs for families. All day day care and education were free. High schools were taken over by the government and college tuition was subsidized. Everyone was entitled to free handouts, such as food stamps, clothing, and housing.

We had another agency designed to monitor business. My brother-in-law owned a restaurant that had square tables. Government officials told him he had to replace them with round tables because people might bump themselves on the corners. Then they said he had to have additional bathroom facilities. It was just a small dairy business with a snack bar. He
couldn’t meet all the demands. Soon, he went out of business. If the government owned the large businesses and not many small ones existed, it could be in control.

We had consumer protection. We were told how to shop and what to buy. Free enterprise was essentially abolished. We had a planning agency specially designed for farmers. The agents would go to the farms, count the live-stock, then tell the farmers what to produce, and how to produce it.

“Mercy Killing” Redefined

In 1944, I was a student teacher in a small village in the Alps . The villagers were surrounded by mountain passes which, in the winter, were closed off with snow, causing people to be isolated. So people intermarried and offspring were sometimes retarded. When I arrived, I was told there were 15 mentally retarded adults, but they were all useful and did good manual work. I knew one, named Vincent, very well. He was a janitor of the school. One day I looked out the window and saw Vincent and others getting into a van. I asked my superior where they were going. She said to an institution where the State Health Department would teach them a trade, and to read and write. The families were required to sign papers with a little clause that they could not visit for 6 months. They were told visits would interfere with the program and might cause homesick-
ness.

As time passed, letters started to dribble back saying these people died a natural, merciful death. The villagers were not fooled. We suspected what was happening. Those people left in excellent physical health and all died within 6 months. We called this euthanasia.

The Final Steps-Gun Laws

Next came gun registration. People were getting injured by guns. Hitler said that the real way to catch criminals (we still had a few) was by matching serial numbers on guns. Most citizens were law abiding and dutifully marched to the police station to register their firearms. Not long after-wards, the police said that it was best for everyone to turn in their guns. The authorities already knew who had them, so it was futile not to comply voluntarily. No more freedom of speech. Anyone who said something against the government was taken away. We knew many people who were arrested, not only Jews, but also priests and ministers who spoke up.

Totalitarianism
didn’t come quickly, it took 5 years from 1938 until 1943, to realize full dictatorship in Austria . Had it happened overnight, my countrymen would have fought to the last breath. Instead, we had creeping gradualism. Now, our only weapons were broom handles. The whole idea sounds almost unbelievable that the state, little by little eroded our freedom.

After World War II, Russian troops occupied Austria . Women were raped, preteen to elderly. The press never wrote about this either. When the Soviets left in 1955, they took everything that they could, dismantling whole factories in the process. They sawed down whole orchards of fruit, and what they
couldn’t destroy, they burned. We called it The Burned Earth. Most of the population barricaded themselves in their houses. Women hid in their cellars for 6 weeks as the troops mobilized. Those who couldn’t, paid the price. There is a monument in Vienna today, dedicated to those women who were massacred by the Russians. This is an eye witness account.

“It’s true….those of us who sailed past the Statue of Liberty came to a country of unbelievable freedom and opportunity.

America Truly is the Greatest Country in the World. Don’t Let Freedom Slip Away

"After America , There is No Place to Go."


Friday, November 6, 2009

Old Life

Not often, but every once in a while, I go there. Especially this time of year, close to the time she left. Probably not a good idea, but my SH (sweet hubby) understands the heartbreak, the heartache, and it's nice to have a shoulder to cry on, someone to just listen.

It seems to come out mostly at night. And, before I know it, I am weeping. No one can fix it, well, except God in His own time. But, time does truly hang heavy when you are missing two of your family members.

One I carried under my heart for nearly ten months, happily enduring her every hiccup and mule-like kick in utero, before finally giving life to her over her loud protests. The other, my first grandchild, totally captivated my heart and I still remember the laughter and giggles when as a toddler he delightedly rubbed red Jello into his hair and on any other person who happened by.

But sadly, no matter how perfectly we may plan it, life doesn't always turn out so perfectly. And, so she walked out of my life one day and took my grandson with her.

Eleven years is a long time to never see your child's or your grandchild's face or hear their voice.

I missed all her twenties, and I often wonder what she looks like now at age 33. Is she still my beautiful, blue-eyed beauty? Or, like me, has she aged due to the loss?

And, Jacob? Sad to think he could pass me on the street and I would never know him or he know me. Yet, even when he was so very little he loved me. He knew I would try and protect him. I only hope he forgives me because I wasn't able to.

No matter what, Life just shouldn't be this way.

It's far too short even if one lives to be 100.

I love you, Melissa and Jacob.

I always will.



Tuesday, November 3, 2009

It's a new dawn; a new day!

Sorry for my lack of posts, but I've been busy lately, not only because I've been on my honeymoon but also settling into a new and different life as my SH's (sweet husband) wife! :-) Yup, only goes to show you there's hope to find the "love of your life" even late in life.


I tell my SH (sweet husband), it isn't his fault he is so thoroughly captivated by me. (He even loves that I am complex, go figure!) LOL No, it's that I prayed so long for a mate that would love me more than he loves himself, and God sent me just that. :-) I couldn't be happier or more content and the best part is, it's reciprocal.


So, the moral of this story is never, ever give up on finding your perfect (for you) mate, no matter how old you are.

Blessings to all, and I promise to post more frequently.



Thursday, July 23, 2009

BILLY GRAHAM’S PRAYER FOR OUR NATION

Truth...from a man the media has never been able to throw dirt on!!He has certainly hit the "world" on the head!!! Billy Graham's Prayer For Our Nation THIS MAN SURE HAS A GOOD VIEW OF WHAT'S HAPPENING TO OUR COUNTRY!

'Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.


We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done.


We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.


We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.


We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.


We have killed our unborn and called it choice.


We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.


We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.


We have abused power and called it politics.


We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.


We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.


We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.


Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.

In Jesus' Name, Amen!'


Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, 'The Rest of the Story,' and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'One nation under God.'


Think about this: If you forward this prayer to everyone on your e-mail list, in less than 30 days it would be heard by the world. (It's worth a try!) One Nation Under God


Monday, June 8, 2009

Sunset

I know I've posted this before, but thought it worthy of repeating.

Sunset

At dawn, I waited patiently on the Eastern shore,
and felt the sea spray on my face, hoping.
But, you never came.

At noon, I looked for you with shaded eyes
and a heart full of love, beyond the blue horizon, praying.
But nothing

At dusk, with heavy heart like the sinking sun that settles in the West
over the ocean waves, it came to me.
You would not come now, or ever.

At night, as clouds veiled the quartermoon with darkness,
it was then I realized with great sadness
what could have been was gone now and forever.

Copyright ©2009 Deborah Gibson Taylor

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Back from...

well, not sure where I was for a couple of days there. A doctor would call it delirious from food poisoning, I call it pure misery. (And, yes, this is puce-colored intentionally.)

But, I am over it now thanks to one of my alternative medicines which cuts the recovery time by half. Thank G-d.

I've only had food poisoning twice in my life, but really once is enough, thank you.

The first was about eleven years ago, while in training at my then corporate office in Greenwich, CT. I made the mistake of eating in the company's cafeteria, so by evening, to put it nicely, my misery had "gone forth" and "multiplied" if you know what I mean.

But, I remembered having read in one of my alternative therapies magazines about a month earlier, an article about a product one should "always have on hand in case of food poisoning." Luckily, I readily recalled the name of the product.

Determined to buy some, I then made my way very carefully, if not uber cautiously, to the local GNC at the Westchester Mall, which adjoined my hotel.

It really was a slow, slow, stop-and-go trip. Passerbys probably thought I was strung out on something or drunk as I was holding to walls, the rails, anything to help me stay vertical.

Although GNC no longer makes a generic brand of this product, at that time they had an offer on them I couldn't refuse...buy one ounce-size bottle, get one free (BOGO). Well, massive misery calls for massive amounts of antidotes, no? So, I decided to buy four bottles.

Fortunately, I made it back to the hotel without passing out or passing anything else, when the waves of misery started to hit me again.

As a new employee, I was desperate not to miss work, wasn't sure anyone would believe any excuse I could give, I was so new.

So, when I got back to the hotel room, I opened a bottle and downed it in record time. Heck, I figured if a teaspoon was good an ounce would be better. Besides, what could I lose? I mean I had already lost everything, both upstairs and down. LOL

Well, anyway, about an hour later, I was filled with awe and wonder when I awoke and realized I was still alive and surprised to no longer feel like I was going to die. So, on my next trip to the porcelain "g-d(dess)", I downed another bottle of that blessed nectar.

By this time, I was determined to be either cured or just simply die. (If any of you have had food poisoning, you understand this totally.) A couple hours later when I awoke, I drank another bottle.

Long story, short: By five a.m., I, who had been in a fetal position all night when not bowing to the porcelain "g-d(dess)" was not only completely better, but was able to walk and talk!

Miracles of miracles, it actually worked!

Since then I try to never be without this little liquid miracle (it is non-alcoholic). I keep it if for no other reason than for food poisoning alone, but it is also great for a myriad of things like sinus, colds, flu, ear aches, etc.

I've even used it (in moderation) on my grandbabies, keeping them happily healthy and practically antibiotic free. In fact, I find it works even better than most antibiotics.

Thanks goodness! Otherwise, I'd still be in the bed or on the floor. ;-)

But, honestly folks, some of the best advice I can give you: Never make a "run for the border" unless you want to "run" for the border. LOL

Be well, ya'll.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Morris Harvey House Bed & Breakfast

By now you all know how shamelessly I promote West Virginia, and rightly so. After all, it's scenic beauty is nearly unsurpassed as evidenced by the picture of the New River Gorge Bridge, at the top of this blog.


I've also had inquiry into where is the best places to stay in the area. Fortunately, in recent years, there have been several hotels built in the area. But, if you really want to get the true flavor of a quaint, small town like Fayetteville, WV, I think your needs would be better served by one of the B & B's there.

My pick is The Morris Harvey House Bed & Breakfast and there are many reasons why. But, I'll let you read for yourself all about the historic B & B taken directly from one of the Charleston Newspapers:



Innkeeper trades city life for return to roots
The house that Harvey built
By Julie Robinson
Staff writer

New River Gorge landowner Morris Harvey built a gracious home in Fayetteville that now serves as a welcome retreat for whitewater rafters and other guests.


FAYETTEVILLE - As midlife changes go, it was a pretty big one.
Bernie Kania grew up in Oak Hill, but had lived and worked in Virginia Beach, Va., for nearly 30 years, when he decided to chuck his engineering job to purchase and run a bed-and-breakfast in Fayetteville.


Owner Elizabeth Bush placed Morris Harvey House - the bed-and-breakfast she and her husband, George Soros - had painstakingly restored in 1993 on the market in 2007. Since Soros' death in 1998, she had accepted guests in gradually smaller numbers.


Recently divorced, Kania was considering a change of pace and remembered the house from his youth. When one of his two sons chose to attend Kania's alma mater, West Virginia University, instead of a Virginia school, Kania bought the Morris Harvey House and moved to Fayetteville.
At 52, he started his new life as an innkeeper.


"It's definitely a change of scenery and career," he said. "I just wanted to do something different. I've been involved with the public before, but this is the best public job there could be. When everyone comes here, they're on vacation. They're already happy."


The house was built in 1902 by Morris Harvey with the fortune he amassed selling coal and railroad rights on his steep property bordering the New River Gorge.


Harvey built the Queen Anne-style house in which he and his wife, Rosa, lived until he died in 1908. The Harveys had no children, and Rosa Harvey passed the house on to the Methodist Church, of which they were devoted members, when she died. It served as a parsonage until the 1950s, when various families owned and lived in it, until Bush and Soros converted it to a bed and breakfast.


The inn's immaculate 14 rooms contain seven vibrantly colored Italian marble-fronted fireplaces, each in a different color scheme. All the coal fireplaces are outfitted in ornate black iron surrounds and fittings. Two of them were converted to gas to give a warm glow to chilled guests.


Guests are frequently whitewater rafters who enjoy the comforts Kania provides after a strenuous day on the river. Kania replaced the sitting room's antique furniture with overstuffed soft leather couch and chair and added a television, the only one in the house.


Kania shows his guests around small-town Fayetteville and fills them in on the town's diverse restaurant options. He kept the house open this winter for the first time this year, and hosted a steady stream of guests.


"We're busier in the summer during rafting season," he said. "I joke with the rafters that if there's a woman in the group and they're trying to decide between us and a hotel, I get the business."


Morris Harvey House has five guest areas, including a third-floor sloped-ceiling loft with two bedrooms and one full bathroom. "People tell me that it reminds them of when they visited their grandparents' house when they were younger and played in their attic," Kania said.


The master bedroom, called Rosa's Suite, is tucked behind the first-floor sitting room. Its private bathroom includes an antique claw-foot bathtub and raised water closet toilet - charming and efficient. Beside the bed in the bedroom sits a small sink, an original fixture. The sink's water was supplied by an 800-gallon copper cistern on the second floor, which provided some of the earliest running water in town, Kania said. The cistern no longer functions, but it's visible through a window cut into an upstairs hallway wall.


The house was built without a kitchen on the premises. Hot and noisy cooking chores were conducted in the detached cook house, which Kania converted into his own residence. "I'm close enough if a guest needs anything, but far enough away to give them their privacy," he said.
Vinyl siding outside clearly differentiates the kitchen as an addition to the wood-clad house.
The distinction is required by the National Register of Historic Places, on which the house is listed.


Guests gather around the dining room's spacious oak table where Kania serves homemade breakfasts such as pineapple upside-down French toast or breakfast parfaits with yogurt, fresh fruit and granola. A typical breakfast also includes an egg dish, assorted breads or his homemade pineapple banana bread.


"I grew up in large Polish family. Breakfast was always a big deal," he said. "I'm just carrying on that tradition."


Kania runs the bed-and-breakfast with a little help from his family. He calls his 21-year-old son B.J. his "housekeeping manager." B.J., who has Down syndrome, is a whiz with linens and towels.



Although none of his three sisters lives in-state, they've each contributed their special talents toward the house. Sheila, his sister in Pennsylvania with an eye for antiques, purchases furnishings for the house. The house came with some furnishings, but Kania's changed and added others. The only original piece from Morris and Rosa Harvey's days is a bench in the front hall.
His sister Barbara and her husband, Tom, of Winchester, Va., help with house maintenance and gardening. Tom tends the formal gardens that can be viewed from the comfortable furniture on the inn's wraparound porch, as well as the rest of the grounds. A fleur-de-lis pattern from the stained-glass windows is repeated in the garden design.



Brenda, his sister in Florida, bakes breads and muffins, often with freshly picked mangoes, which she ships north for his guests' breakfasts.



Upstairs, the Library is the most modest bedroom and lacks a private bathroom. Kania named it in reference to the room's extensive bookshelves. The black and gold Harvey Room down the hall has a half bath and shares a full with the Library occupants.



The Grand Suite features a private bath. All the bedrooms are furnished with antiques, with occasional concessions to modern tastes. "Most antique beds are three-quarter-sized, which is too small for most people today. Our beds are queen-sized," Kania said.



A sign on the door advises visitors that if Kania doesn't answer, he'll be back shortly. He usually isn't too far away. The post office, bank, barber and library are all within a block of home. The small-town charm and convenience provide a welcome change from Virginia Beach, which grew too congested and crowded for Kania's taste.


"I think my friends in Virginia Beach probably think I'm crazy, but I have everything I need right here," he said. "I like the mountains and the green spaces. It was good to get away from the city and into a more country environment."




For more information or reservations, please visit: http://www.morrisharveyhouse.com/