Honoring Those Who Served

Fire!…

 

Last night a few miles from my home a fire that was accidental burned all night. It was a miracle no one was hurt and only three homes were destroyed.  The Firefighters did an amazing job.

1600 Homes had to be evacuated with very short notice, many people displaced.  Residents will not be allowed back until tomorrow afternoon.

This is a great picture of the Salt Lake Valley from Utah Valley with the beautiful Mount Timpanogos Temple in the foreground.

Amazing this house did not burn.

  We have much to be thankful for today as the smell of smoke lingers all around.

Thank You...

Just two little words,  over the last two weeks I have had to use them many times.    I have been so grateful for the knowledge and help of several Doctor's and Nurses on my behalf.

I developed an infection from a very tiny wound on one of my toes. I got to study this chart a lot while I was waiting in the Foot Doctor's office.

  Being a Type Two Diabetic I knew I had to see the doctor and because it was Sunday I visited an Insta Care Clinic.   Immediately I was given an antibiotic drip and told to see my own doctor   The next day my Doctor gave me another infusion  it was improving.   The next day  my Doctor called in a Foot Doctor.  I was handed over to him and he cleaned out the wound and prescribed 10 more infusions of a stronger antibiotic.  Next stop was to Wasatch Towers Infusion Center. 

What a great office!  I thought Disneyland was supposed to be the happiest place  on earth!.  Let me tell you this office came real close to beating them out.  Such caring cheerful and dedicated people.  Everyday for 10 days I made the 30 minute drive across the valley through rush hour traffic to get an infusion.

Above- Janice my IV Nurse.  What a great nurse! She really knows what she is doing and does it with such such kindness and a caring attitude.  I really miss seeing her every day.   Have to mention "Dr H"  who oversees the Office, such a nice man and very funny! Also Janice's daughter "M.J"  the receptionist, such a beautiful and happy person to be around.

Everything is healing great  so "Thanks" again for such wonderful care givers.  I now know I will have to be more careful  in the future.

How Grateful We Should Be....

I was doing a little research on Family History (What Else) when I thought of something my Mother told me many years ago.

She said as a child she went to a school in Preston, Lancashire, England called Mill Hill Ragged School. In researching the school I came across plenty of Information on these types of Schools.

So much Information in fact it would be too much to put on this post. Briefly it seems they originated in Victorian times by a man named John Pounds in Portsmouth, England. As a young man John was an apprentice ship builder, he fell in to a dry dock and became crippled for life. He then became a shoemaker and while working in his shop he began teaching children how to read, his reputation grew and soon he had 40 pupils attending his lessons. As well as lessons in reading he taught arithmetic, cooking, carpentry and shoe making. John did not charge a fee for teaching the poor.


After his death a Rev.John Guthrie started a Ragged School in Edinburgh and Sheriff Watson one in Aberdeen. Lord Shaftesbury formed the Ragged School Union in 1844 and over the next eight years over 200 free schools for poor children were established in Britain. I read that as many as 300,000 children went through the London Schools alone between the 1840's and 1881.


In 1870 an education act was passed and gradually Ragged Schools were absorbed in to Board Schools. So the Ragged Schools were a fore runner of free Education as we know it. My mother would have attended school in the mid 1900's just as these schools ended. In fact I believe the Mill Hill School she attended closed in 1936. So many thanks should go to John Pounds and those like him who donated time and money to educate the poor.

A volunteer teacher of the times said how boisterous the children are "all of them ragged and dirty and some of them revoltingly so,and who were spending the Sabbath in lounging about the streets and yards or playing games. When ushered in to the first classroom they whistled, sang, shouted and yelled until better sport presented itself....The girls appearance was unrefined in the extreme; their answers to the teachers' questions revealed a state of ignorance truly deplorable"


The picture posted is of the school my Mother attended, I am sure taken many years after it was closed as evident by the more modern buildings surrounding it.