Friends Becoming Family and Answered Prayers

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Always be grateful for the people in your life that enrich it by their presence.

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My friend Leonardo Valencia is one of my best friends in the world here and has become family. We met inJune of last year, when I moved from Southern California to Las Vegas….my new desert home.

My friend David Rayburn is one of the nicest men I have ever known, and I was blessed when I moved on my apartment here and he became my neighbor and now great friend. He is strong, courageous, funny and sweet and we are two doors away from eachother. I have someone who loves my cooking and truly appreciates me and who I am. It seems that we both possess what the other needs.

My friend Ron B and I go back about ten years and we talk nearly every day, even though he lives in a small town back east called Hollistan, MA. Distance knows no boundaries when it comes to great friends and the bond that they share between each other.

My friend Francesca Cangiolosi and I met when I had my cooking blog called “Cooking Up a Storm All Over The World” up and running. I couldn’t afford to keep it running on Ning. Com and was having trouble with billing, so I let what I created over six years vanish off cyberspace. It was a conscious decision on my part I don’t regret. Friends now family like Francesca. She not only cooks really great but has a heart of gold and is one of the smartest most courageous people I have ever known. I am so grateful to know her.
She has been there through the good and the bad and stood beside me to weather the storms; that is a true friend. When she offered for me to come live with her, she became family.

Sometimes friends are better with who your family turns out to become. People change and are motivated to do cruel and evil things for monetary gain. Mine did but I can only be concerned with the fact that I held on to what mattered values and great friends emerge through the darkest of times.

Great friends enable you to see the strength in yourself you didn’t know you had.

Also, look around you and count the many blessings you prayed for and we’re given the answer to your prayers.

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Jot down some of the things that made you know God was listening to every word of every prayer.

Note: In no way are all my friends mentioned here. They would be too numerous to mention.

Written by
Paulette Le Pore Motzko

March 2015
Painted Pictures of Laguna Woods From a Distance, Simple Flowers, and Lucky Streak photos by Paulette L Motzko, PLM Studios.

Copyright March 5th, 2015
7:27 p.m.

Begin Your Day With A Clean Slate-Be Open To New Ideas

Good morning everyone,

As I watch the morning news here in Las Vegas, Nevada-my new home I am still daily adjusting to the neighborhoods and people and how radically different it is here.
Today I hope you begin it with new and fresh ideas. Give yourself and hour in the morning where you regroup, reassess the goals you have in your life.

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If you don’t have any goals, it is about time you create some!

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To live you life without anything to aspire to and without knowing what your true talents are for you to foster is like not knowing yourself.

The closer you are to knowing every talent you possess and what you are best at, as well as what you love most-the closer you will arrive at living a life more fulfilling than you ever believed possible.

Don’t let others sway your decisions, because you will be living your life for yourself in the end.

After all of the things you do for others, after all the selfless actions you do for your kids, your spouse and the obligatory things you do in your daily work, you are left with yourself and that is it.

You are going to be on this earth hopefully for another 20 years and why not enjoy every minute of being on earth?

Give yourself time in the morning to hear the birds chirp, drink coffee or tea or other relaxing beverage, and just “be”. Don’t have any noise on except the ambient sounds of the world waking up in your city in your state in your country.

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Listen in relative silence and you will be amazed what kinds of things this reveals.
It is through silence and the sounds of nature you can hear angels sing in your heart.

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May you have a blessed day and meet people who are kind, caring and good and interested in the things you are.

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright 2014

Let Your Life Be Your Message Image found on Pinterest
Digital Photo Collage created by Paulette L Motzko
Cappuccino Image & Let This Be The Day To Start Anew Created by Paulette L Motzko

The Meeting of Two Artistic Souls: Ruby and Paulette Motzko

The Meeting of Two Artistic Souls: Paulette and Ruby

Photos of us together at The Bahama Breeze will be added of us that were taken as soon as I get them from Ruby P.

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
7 Rules of Life image found on Facebook from Image From The Heart
Ray of Light Photo found on Flickr

Copyright July 2014

July 11-12, 13th, 2014

Ever meet someone who comes into your life like a ray of sun after 20 days of darkness? Ever look into someone’s eyes and you immediately connect? I did earlier today with Ruby P. I met her at the University of Las Vegas NV yesterday afternoon when I was once again hoping and praying I would find my way to the Disabled Students Center, and felt as lost as I had felt each time I was there. I hate being confused and lost.

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I never had trouble like that at Golden West College in Huntington Beach and got a grip quickly after looking around. I never had that trouble when I was in the Master’s Certification program at Chapman University in Orange, CA where I graduated top of my class in the Voluntary Leadership Program and held the Summit Meeting, which was an honor and also a major accomplishment I will relish the rest of my life. I think the trouble is with the University of Las Vegas is too me it has too many of the buildings look alike with nothing to differentiate them. People paid $250 each to hear me speak about what epilepsy was and wasn’t and I filled up a classroom at Chapman U of about 50 people. It was a wonderful experience and it wasn’t even difficult to do. It was as though I had lived my whole life preparing me to do that; it was extraordinary. I didn’t tell them I had it until the end of the hour long presentation with an overhead projector and Power Point handouts. To see the shock on their face and the tears in their eyes when they looked at me and smiled and said “I never ever would have guessed you had epilepsy; I thought a friend of yours did, like you said. You didn’t let your disability get you down.” Those words were better than the applause and it was what I worked for since being a kid at nine years old made fun of and called names by a bunch of brats called kids who made fun of anything and anyone who was different than them. A few stood out like Sandra Newman and Cheryl Lightcap-who was blind and who didn’t judge and helped and knew ME-the person.

Anyhow, back to my meeting of Ruby who saw me at ULVN lost and said, “Hello Sweetheart, can I help you? Are you lost?” At that point, I was disheveled and worn out, hot and sweaty, (all of which I cannot stand.) Prior to meeting Ruby I was going through an ordeal getting my Tegretol prescription at Walgreens this week; I passed out two days before from the heat and carrying too much on the bus-with all my “people” I know gone on a trip to Los Angeles. Ironic that they went where I have wanted to go to go to my storage vaults there. Due to lack of communication and never being able to talk to the lady who owns the place I rent-no way. So close and so far away.
Even though I wore my sunscreen and more in the makeup I wore that day, my cheeks were flushed looking and I felt worn out. I will get the scooter or my Chariot of Fire, as I called it back in 1998 when I was having intractable auras every day to the point where, even with 3 medications, they were not working. Now, provided I am in the heat for short periods, which isn’t possible YET, and I keep myself hydrated, I am fine. I have a stable place I can call “home” now. It isn’t mine and what I used isn’t mine, but it is something and stable. I am moving up on the rung of life and though it rakes on my nerves because I have been waiting for so long…but I am used to having my own. My things may not impress others, but they are mine and after all I have lost, they are all I have left…along with my great friends who asked every day-how are you? Where are you? What is going on? I was entitled to a housing voucher since the amount I get in SSI is very low. Perhaps some string pulling can be done and this post I will have the mayor of Nevada read and see what results from it. The open mouth gets fed in this world, and I don’t mean eating!

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Prior to meeting Ruby in the hot and steamy parking lot-I had said an emphatic prayer asking God to see to it I would never be alone and my life would be easier. Within 10 minutes Ruby appeared as though a messenger from God. It was longer than this but what I basically said was: “C’mon God, I am a nice lady and I am trying to work hard and seeing nothing for it. Make things easier on me…please, for God’s Sake and don’t allow me to walk alone any more. I am sick of it. End my struggles.”

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Image found on Pinterest, SimpleeSerene.com

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Ruby was there and heard of some of my trials and tribulations and, even though I didn’t ask for a darn thing, she went to her purse and looked to see what she had and simply kindly gave it to me. When I saw her pull out a $5, and then another $5, and then another $5 and lastly another $5-I just look astonished and shocked at the same time and felt bad she was handing it to me, but I needed it and with the kind smile on her face, with her son Josh standing there smiling-I took it and said a whopping “thank you” and we hugged.

You see, what nothing is for one is everything for another. I remember when I was married to the rocket scientist and money was not even thought of, was always there-I gave $20 bills to homeless people that were living in the streets-and I saw them there. I was never in the street-but I have seen some bad places and dangerous places, just because they were cheap.

(I felt like I won the slots in Vegas. (I have been here 2 months and haven’t put one quarter in a slot machine-why? I can’t afford it. After paying two months’ rent in one month and buying a few household things, a very few personal care products-the money was gone after paying my phone bill. But then again, when you get under a thousand bucks a month-it vaporizes.)

She invited me to go to Bahama Breeze restaurant and, once again, asked me again and I my heart was melted by her kindness and generosity combined. It had been ages since I rode in an SUV or any car for that matter, since I am always schlepping around on a bus on my own. She ordered coconut shrimp, onion rings the size of donuts with coconut breading-which were amazing, empanadas with a curry beef and vegetable filling and lobster quesadillas. I am not sure if I died and went to heaven between the company, the beautiful tropical surroundings and then the food.

Turns out Ruby is a visionary woman like me who can see photos in her head of what she wants to paint and does graphic design reminiscent of her favorite artist Picasso. Her digital paintings she showed me on her IPad were simple but elegant but had intricate stories about her life imbedded in each one. With each word she told me about why she painted the photo, I saw how deep feeling she was.

I knew also that she and I would collaborate on creative endeavors be it written, painted, digital imaging, web sites, books, videos-or a combination of many of these mediums. She was born with special gifts and I was born with special gifts-so unique and so different from one another, but each can understand the other and appreciate what the other does in a way that two usually cannot.

Financial hardship is temporary and it is because I don’t have all of the things I earn a living with at my fingertips like my desk, books and piano-to teach on. I am finding new business leads in marketing, writing projects and photography projects that are highly rewarding, more rewarding than teaching ever was. I paid the house payment when the ex lost his job with Boeing years ago in our 6 bedroom cape cod style house. I had 20 piano students in Sandy, UT and taught every Mormon kid up and down the block. It was a wonderful place to live and have only great things to say about the Mormon church and their philosophies. I didn’t agree about everything they did, but you don’t have to. You only have to show respect for the other’s beliefs, and I did, so I got respect in return. Pretty simple stuff really.

I wrote a piece before this comparing me as the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes-which was my past life in southern CA.

In it I mentioned about my longing to find a good man, a gentleman, an intelligent, intellectual, generous-man-other than my dear friend Ron B-who doesn’t want a relationship or to marry.

The man I am thinking of moving in with who is a gentleman and kind and good is Greg M. We have been friends-which he was smart enough to see I really needed one. The trouble is he has no phone and there are decisions to be made and I need someone who can be reached.

I am not sure yet who my room mate will be but it will be someone financially & mentally stable…pretty funny requirements, but in southern CA, I never met anyone that met those simple requirements who was a good person that I would want to wake up every day and look at! Or, they were on drugs. Tons of drugees in CA all going to surf on the beach covered with tatoos and piercings in strange places.
In Las Vegas, NV people make eye contact, which is refeshing, go out on a limb to help you, and are not wired up to their bluetooths as often or texting all the time.

A man named Fred called me tonight- who is an electric engineer met at a restaurant and who took a liking to me-and was visiting Las Vegas when he was but had a house in Los Angeles. He wanted to go out with me and is single. I have always liked engineers and they have always liked me because I am creative. Time will tell.

One thing is for sure, God does listen when you pray a desperate prayer calling out into the oblivion.

You have to be very specific though. The more specific you are the better your results will be.
I know I will never be alone again. By moving to Nevada, I have met wonderful, kind, thoughtful caring people who have shown me more genuine kindness and who have not lost humanity, as I saw from my own family.

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Sometimes your family is nobody you are related to-that was my case it turned out. I am not the only one in the world that can say that, which gives me some consolation. Sometimes people choose things instead of people, greed instead of generosity, and apathy instead of love.
I began with my mother, who read to me before I was ever born, then taught me phonics, the piano, the guitar, kindness, compassion and a giving spirit. For her I began and with her I end it seems, with friends that are stellar who would do anything for me, and I them.

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I created this photo quote from words my mother Ramona Lea Le Pore said to me…

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I have a nice place to live and it will continue to get better and better. Through the literal hell I went through last year I was shown genuine love and kindness and to the point of doing without from one of my friends let me sleep in his own bed and he slept on the couch! I swear to God-and for that I will never ever forget-and will help him in every way I can. Another friend helped me get my medicine and is sending it to me. He cares more for me in his little finger than the “family” I am related to. If you lumped all my siblings and my brother-in-law/power of attorney together, they lack the compassion, integrity, intelligence to create even one normal person! Everything has a cause and effect in this world. They responded in the worst possible way to what should have been loving kindness and sensitivity to their sister-and they failed miserably where my mother Ramona’s needs were concerned-monetarily and physically. I am broke largely because I bought my mother what she needed as well as myself since only I was making sure she had what she needed. I also enjoyed spending time with her, because with advanced Alzheimer’s disease, I knew my time would be limited with her. So, whatever she wanted she got-while I was with her. All the focus was on dad.

I apologize if some of my regular fans and readers have heard this before, or something similar to it. In writing this, I wanted to just “get it all out there and then move on”. It is needed so I can re-build myself and move forward in a healthy way.

I had no medical care as long as I got alimony and my medical care costs a lot of money. I was selling things to afford my pills, and I am not kidding! I couldn’t collect alimony and SSI; it was either one or the other. I don’t know who makes the rules in CA, but they need revamping! Now in a week or so, with the help of my friend Ruby, she is driving me to the Medicaid office and it should a pretty easy thing, according to what I have been told in very high places, and from people who have done it.

My goals this week are to switch the Medical to Medicaid. That is my goal this week and to call some places where I can get a scooter for around town….

The above sentence was typed last night around midnight. Today Ruby calls me and tells me I can borrow a scooter she has that she isn’t using that would help me more than her. Yes, it is an answered prayer. Trick is, one more hinge-where I live is upstairs and there is no storage! (God likes playing games like this with me, making things hard and giving me something then making it impossible or near impossible to accept the gift!) I am a more industrious thinker than that though. I have two friends who live walking distance from me: One is Dr. Tariku Mekonnen-who happens to be sitting across from me at Starbucks-as though God put him there. We know the answer to the root of the problem is simply move to a ground level room, which I will begin looking. Then I can have a garage or storage for it. Where can I live for $350 a month here in Las Vegas, NV-or is there an even better plan awaiting me? I think so; I know so. IT was great while it lasted and was a good launching platform to catapult me to better and bigger and more harmonious places, where it is quieter and where I see the people I live with and I choose who I live with. There is a huge difference in that statement.
If I lived on ground level I could take my hand cart and put my computer and camera and other things in it-which is like the trunk of my invisible Mustang Turbo! Hey, when you don’t drive you have to invest in the best shoes made because my feet are my tires, and they have to carry me a long way.

I don’t drive due to a very near fatal accident over 15 years ago, and I am happy to be here. I can pay for a nice rental car and someone to drive it, and I will happily be the passenger and hand-select the right music to listen to….and put a smile on the driver’s face. That is where I was supposed to be. It is safer there than behind the wheel. The ex-used to always tell me “go for your independence” all the time, and like a nut I did. Then the worst nightmare happened; I had a seizure behind the wheel and the car ended up gnarled up in the chain link fence of a school yard! The worst part was I was unconscious and didn’t see the accident happen! I was unconscious for a while-then a guy who saw it happen called the paramedics and all along Sheer Lane in Huntington Beach, CA-where our house was-at the time-were people praying and hoping I would emerge unscathed. I didn’t have one scratch and no kids were killed-THANK GOD TEN TIMES OVER. That was enough for me. I am a quick learner and I must have said thank God a thousand times and said “I will never do this again!” I almost lost everything including my future by having a little so called “independence”. I heard my neighbors applaud and say “Thank God she’s alive!” The Ford Tempo I was in looked like a dinosaur from Jurassic Park picked it up and smashed it and threw it a mile. So, you could lay thousands of dollars on a platter and I wouldn’t drive if you paid me. I also wouldn’t do drugs that I don’t need, or drink because it would interfere with the medicine I take and send me to a hospital I don’t really want to go to. (I can think of much more fun things to do. Besides, I get drunk of Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider!)

I am a rich person because I have what I need and a lot of what I want now. Not all of what I want, but I will get it because I have been told by people that I have “drive” and “moxy” and courage and a “will of iron” and I am not afraid to work and to study to get something good in the end. I have also been told by a Maria Lourdes Lipardo, a friend who lives in the Philippines that I am transparent. Ruby told me today that “You are a truly sweet woman” and last night she said to me, which had me think and rethink myself because I never heard it: “Goodnight Sweet Child of God.” One thing’s for sure, I never talk bad about anybody’s back-unless it is truthful- who are in my life, because I am not friends with anyone like that!

This week I got everything I needed and a few unexpected extraordinary unique GIFTS that no money can buy like my new friend RUBY P.

Transforming My Mind, My Soul and My Future by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

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June 17th, 2014
5:46 p.m.-7:00 p.m.
Transforming My Mind, My Being and My Future by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

Copyright June 2014

Photo taken in my old place-the duplex I lived in rented from 2001 to 2013. My dad made the bookshelf for me in 1984. The house was sold for $460,000 to some rich Vietnamese in Saigon Garden Grove last year. The photo is history of a time that will never be again. My dad bought the duplex with me in mind in 1984. Ironic it is that I would be thrown out of it like rubble from the siblings that were once respected family. One good probate attorney will get me my share of the estate of my dad’s, that I never got. I would rather simply get what I have coming to me by CA State Law.

Anyone know of a good probate attorney, let me know his or her name. I need one who will take me case pro bono or who will agree to take their fees out of what I am owed.

TotallyInspiredPC@gmail.com

Here I am sitting in the tranquil yet massive library at The University of Las Vegas, Nevada. I just went into the Student’s Service’s Building and talked to 3 wonderful young ladies that gave me a starter package, map and the directions to go to The Disabled Student’s Service Center. Knowing they were going to close in five minutes, I still wanted to orient myself with where the building was, so I could come back tomorrow. From the glass window on the steel door, I saw a beautiful, dark haired young lady wearing a pastel flowered dress emerge from the door with a white cane. Though she was blind she directed her gaze directly into my eyes as though she could see through my soul. She said her name was Rachel and she was the Director of the Disabled Student’s Program there. When I said I had epilepsy and wanted to finish a Bachelor’s Degree in either Communications or Journalism; I know I was in the right hands. She didn’t let her disability disable her or her true potential. Already I knew I met a lifelong friend and her presence inspired me to do great things and to work for others who are disabled showing anyone with epilepsy can accomplish anything.

I know if I never saw my mother again, who will be 83 years old on June 19th, 2014-which I will again-just not yet-I gave 13 years of my life to my parents and helped them pay their house payment by choosing to live next door to them. I made meals for them and stayed when I was offered jobs-but Mom needed me.

Mom has a staff of people helping her 24 hours a day where there was only me.

It is my time to thrive and to know I did my best and not what was easiest, but what I wouldn’t regret. I know each day will continue to get better and I will meet new people every day that I am here in Nevada. Where ever I go I hope to enlighten, educate and inspire and show others how not to give up.

I think that is why I was put on this earth really. You figure I nearly died four times, was almost killed in a fatal car accident back in 1990 and it was apparent that it simply was not my time to leave this earth. My good had not been done yet. The lives I would then impact with the books that were yet to be written, and are in the process-still had to be finished.

Life is like a rippling in a tranquil pond and the ripples that encircle the rock (like the actions you take) ripple outward to unknown passages. They not only affect the person you are helping, but in changing their life, you also change other lives they touch, and on and on.

In looking at all the many buildings here at UNLV and the specialties and sub-specialties contained in each; I know that the sky is the limit and about anything I would want to do, it will be made possible with student grants helping turn my honor roll GPA into a specialized program tailor made for me.

I will make you a bet that some of the blogs I have already go towards my work experience in a Communications degree or Life Experience at least. Even if they didn’t, all of it will make me ace the program I go into. I have 80 cumulative units from Golden West College in Huntington Beach, CA. My Associate Arts in Piano Pedagogy was attained in 1986 so we will have to see how many of my GED’s apply here. I hope most of them. AT the time I couldn’t make up my mind whether or not I wanted to be a Sign Language Interpreter or teach piano. I had many deaf friends and wanted to speak to them more fluently, maximizing our understanding. I finished all but some advanced classes and idioms in the sign program. I could probably get a degree in Special Education quite possibly. I am looking and thinking of all avenues here. At the time, interpreters could not explain to the person anything other than what was said in a class setting. I was very upset, when hearing from the counselor that I was supposed to take some bogus oath that I couldn’t explain to the student. What is the point then, I asked? I was told, I want Special Education, then I can explain. I guess they did away with that stupid law and now sign language interpreters don’t take any oath to interpret the concept only, and can do what’s needed so understanding is achieved. It’s about time. I did enjoy working with developmentally disabled people with Dayle Macintosh years ago when I taught them to count change and cook, telling them in sign language how. I also taught 2 children piano who wore two hearing aids, piano by changing the audible to visual. They heard vibrations and sensed pitch and did the seeming impossible.

Then I will request the transcripts from Chapman University in Orange, CA and see what my Master’s Certification in Voluntary Leadership equates to in Units, or how it applies to what I am doing now.
It is both a discovery and exciting all at once.

In a week I will be meeting with Christian the son of the owner Arturo Marquis of Mama Maria’s Mexican Restaurant in Las Vegas. I am going to write a Feature Story for the family and shoot 100 photographs for them, and conduct an interview with Christian, telling the story about how the restaurant evolved. That will bring me needed money, since with the move, hotels, Greyhound bus fare and a host of expenses-a week is about all I want to go on $20 with.

Financially things are at a temporary lull, but since I am settled now, in a week things will look brighter and I will be involved on a new exciting project. I enjoy what I do and there is nothing better than doing what you love and making money doing it. That is what my upcoming workbook called “A Fire in Your Soul” will be about.

My cook book has been moving at a snail’s pace, but I will begin to make progress on it once again. For now it is called “You Think You Don’t Cook, huh? Think Again!” by Paulette Le Pore Motzko.
This year some of my newsletters I created last year I want to promote in new and synergistic ways. My “Quest For A Cancer Cure” I want to show to places like The American Cancer Society and then monetize it with adds related to cancer and therapies that will help someone diagnosed with cancer, but will make money for the project. I also want to show The St. Jude’s Children Foundation, because every dime donated goes to cancer research.

My newsletter called “The Epilepsy News Source” I want to show to CURE-Citizens for Research for Epilepsy-because I know what I created has never been done and covers topics like neuroscience, epilepsy, neurology, patient, health, mind/body/spirit medicine. I would like to contact pharmaceutical companies and have them place ads on it monetizing the newsletter and raising money for epilepsy research.

The way I would describe about me going back to college and expanding my mind, my potential and just happening to get a degree from it.

If I were a vessel I would be a glass vase full of small white flowers. By learning and expanding my horizons, in one year, if you took that same vessel full of flowers there will be double the blooms! The capacity of who I am and what I have done can be maximized so I will be able to earn a living doing something that makes me financially stable.

By learning more than what I now know, I am altering my field of reference and the ideas and concepts I know and it allows me to accomplish and do things I might have never, meet class mates I would have never and be forced to do assignments that will test my reserve and resolve to finish what I began. I love sort of thing and thrive on it. That is why as a teacher of piano for 20 years; you cannot compare a class experience to a computer or satellite one. I know there are those who will argue, but you don’t have the compounded intellect of a class room working together, fueled together to answer the questions of the instructor.

I am smart enough to know that by those very people in the classes I will take come September, will enhance my life in new ways never imagined.

As a person who knows up-close-and personal what having two parents with dementia was like, and watching their lives atrophy and their minds stagnate by not staying active reading and learning and doing stimulating things; I don’t want to be like they were and follow down that same path. I want to keep doing and becoming for as long as I live and creating new things that help others-be it a story, a poem, a recipe, a book, a newsletter, a resume, a presentation, a captivating or a song that you can sing with words.

I was blessed with a creative mind that can see complex processes and never realized it until going on Vimpat 3 years ago. The drug created by UCB in Belgium had only a handful of side effects, none of them severe, and a success rate unparalleled by any other in history. I went on it when I found it in my neurologist’s office in a neurology book and asked if I could take it with Tegretol as an adjunct drug, and so I did. A new life with a new mind is what I lived, and health was mine, and my mind was able to think in new ways I could never before. Quite a miraculous change from a lady who used to be in my “chariot of fire” red scooter because I had more than 50 simple partial seizures a day from intractable catamenial epilepsy.

I will be going to apply for Medicaid here in Nevada, and was told two years ago by a director of the Social Service Dept. of Nevada, that it would be easy to apply for. I should be eligible immediately because they can verify I had Cal-Optima in California, the only reason I stayed in CA was my medical insurance, but with no house, no home, it wasn’t much to stay for.

And so with sparse funds and all the rooms for rent in San Diego County becoming available in July-I left Orange County, CA for greener, cheaper pastures in the windy desert of Las Vegas, Nevada. After a tumultuous start, moving around from room to rent 3 times, looks like the 3rd time is a charm.
I guess in looking at this, 1834 words later, I can show it to the career counselors to help them understand what I have done, and what paths will best make the most of what I possess.

Just remember, if you are over 30 years old, don’t stereotype yourself as “you’re too old”, putting yourself out to pasture like an old cow or sheep. As long as you live and breathe, let it be a day you learned something, did what you truly love and are blessed and talented to do. Life will never ever become boring, if you do. Take a class, learn and make some new friends. Maybe you don’t want to go for a degree, that’s fine. Take a class or two about something you have always wanted to know more about. Venture out on your own. Make your own blazing trails.

 Keep “using it so you don’t lose it” above the neck and below the waist! That is the adapted version of what my dear Nanny used to say-my dad’s mother who lived with us and helped raise me. She made the most of the least and proved that ingenuity and strength and courage go a long way in this world.

 

 

 

 

“Fill up your “gas tank” each day by spending time alone, with no interruptions, doing something only you love every day. You have to fill up your reserves, have time to meditate and pray, write in your journal and find peace.” – Paulette Le Pore Motzko

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Be it enjoying a pot of tea at your favorite tea house, a cup of coffee away from the hussle, noise and bustle of every day life, especially mothers and fathers need to take time out so they will have patience in abundance for their children who are always inquisitive and wanting something.

Most people take care of their cars better than themselves!

You wouldn’t run your car with no gas in the tank would you?

Then, treat yourself with the same respect as you do your car. You’re far more valuable and there is only one in the whole world like you, with no replacements.

So remember when you take that time out, you need it because you won’t have what it takes to fill the many demands put upon you.

Replinish. Refresh.

Your life and kids and family will see a new you by doing so too. Explain it to them or let them read this. Also, if you are a caregiver, which I used to be, this is extra important. Take time out for you and tap into every support network you can to get emotional support as well as services that will lighten your load.

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright January 2014
Photography by Paulette L. Motzko Photography

Life Lessons or (These Things Shouldn’t Have Happened) by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

The Lessons of My Life

Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

Copyright December 14th, 15th, 2013

As I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus that never came….I was thinking about the many events of this past week-some turbulent and some disappointing and then the things that worked out great that I was responsible for-which are always great.

In life there are times when what we envision is not what it turns out to be. In my case mine is a tragic story that I am determined to make a happy ending.

Let me set the scene for you: It is 2010 and I am recently divorced after a marriage to a real rocket scientist for 15 years. I graduated with honors in a Master’s Certification program in 1997 a few years before with a Master’s Certification in Voluntary Leadership. I was a presenter at The Summit Meeting that year as the CEO and Founder of The Epilepsy Connection. It was one of the high points in my life “proving a lady who is disabled with epilepsy could do the work” as Dick Cheshire had put it when he let me in the program and said I had the Life Experience for the program. At the beginning of the program I told the class of 50 people that “a friend of mine had epilepsy and the subject has always been near and dear to my heart and I knew I could help others who had it.” I did a PowerPoint Presentation with transparencies on an overhead projector that my now ex-husband Mark helped me with, answering what epilepsy was and was not, and explaining in human terms that anyone at any age could acquire it.

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Once the presentation was over and I had answered everybody’s questions I told them that “oh by the way, the friend of mine was me!” People looked shocked at me and many stopped in their tracks and others came up to me with tears in their eyes and gave me the once over with their eyes and then smiled and said to me-“I never would have known!” I was so happy as that is just what I was shooting for. I didn’t tell anyone beforehand because I didn’t anyone having any preconceived notions about me or any biases and I thought it would best illustrate that anyone with epilepsy can do anything by being the prime example.

Another high point of my life was when I lived in Sandy, UT and times were great, not just good.

It was 1986 and I was just married, graduated with my AA in Piano Pedagogy and was building piano students and teaching all the Mormon kids on the block. One wonderful lady who went by the nick name of Friendly Robertson who was years young. She wanted to teach her how to play Chopin Nocturnes in a legato manner. I still have a handwritten book she gave me that with poems she wrote and songs she gave me in my piano bench.  The best memory of my piano teaching days-that lasted 20 years-was when I got a call from Golden West College who asked if they could give my number to The Deaf Children’s Athletic Association. They asked me if I could teach two acutely deaf children piano. I had no idea if I could by the way. I asked how if they had residual hearing-and they did, and each wore two hearing aids to magnify what hearing they had. Justin and Adrienne Chang were their names and they were Japanese prodigies. Their father’s dream was to see their children play songs at a recital. I made that dream and my dream come true. At a recital in Riverdale, Utah they each played 3 songs a piece that I had taught them by signing everything I said to them and also signing the concept of what I said and “turning the audible to visual”….

Seeing someone’s inherent abilities and talents is something I have always been good at, but then my mom was always doing that with me. It is like I can see someone’s inherent abilities lying dormant in their soul, much like the tulip bulbs I planted in Sandy, Utah when I lived there.

I learned in life that some things you only get to enjoy for a while-be it many years or for decades and then they fade like the geraniums mom used to grow needing to be deadheaded of their brown leaves…

Other facets of my life are and will always be the same, like my mother Ramona Lea. She is still my best friend, my cheerleader and a smart, sweet lady, who though she has Alzheimer’s disease, will guarantee to light up a room with her smile and win over even the dullest of personalities. I saw her paint smiles on people’s faces in The World Market. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish her the best and that I don’t want the best for her and pray she always remembers me and that the disease doesn’t take my mother away. She inspired me to create “Ramona’s Alzheimer’s Disease Daily” that has about 40 new sources on it with subject like neurology, neuroscience, memory, prevention, caregivers and dementia.

Back to The Lesson of My Life-

After my divorce in 2001 I opted to move back in the duplex I had lived in when I was 24 years old, when my dad bought it because he thought the second house would make a nice rental for me. It did just that for the most part and I got rent and I paid most of the mortgage on their house.

I would have never believed that the same family that I grew up with had the ability to make such rash and callous decisions about my mother’s life and mine.

But they did.

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One of the expensive recliners belonging to my parents Bunker and the gang hacked with an ax because they were too lazy and stupid to sell them and give the money to mom Ramona Le Pore. Sooooo sad!

I cried for weeks after seeing the mass destruction on what Mike Bunker, Brenda Bunker, Michael Le Pore and Robert Le Pore allowed to happen.

Mike Bunker and my brother Mike hacked up with an ax an oak rocking chair I bought mom for mother’s day! I am related to crazy people!

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Mom’s things in her beautiful house thrown all around the sides of it!

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My side of the duplex bought in 1984 and sold my Mike Bunker in June of 2013 for $460,000.
I paid approx $50,000 in rent during that 13 year period.

Hey lawyers…help me here. I know I am entitled to something here.

I would have never believed that they had could take mom from the property as though they abducted her from her own domicile, forcing me to file a missing person’s report. But they did have the audacity.

But the shocked me.

They betrayed me-and I have thought long and hard about the actions of my other siblings, and how their hypocritical actions over the last 5 years illustrates how apathetic and what small human beings they really are.

Mom, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease is a victim of elder abuse just as I was and still am. I am not a senior yet, being 3 years short of being classified a “senior” by the state of CA. I am therefore excluded from countless senior programs that would help me.

I did not create my family but they had the same foundation as I did, but their ideologies and beliefs were distorted over time. I did not change who I was and the strongholds of my belief system I have held onto with an iron-clad grip: integrity, honesty, passion and courage.

Some have it all and don’t even tap into the reserves and talents they were given. Others like myself, defied the odds and though diagnosed with epilepsy went on and was successful as a piano teacher.

I would be a piano teacher now if my upright grand wasn’t in storage! Being on ssi I am entitled to earn money and still collect it, to a certain point. I made $200 per student a month or $50 an hour. I taught nearly every kid in Sandy, Utah by them merely seeing the piano being rolled in our living room. The usual questions were:

1. Do you play piano?
2. Do you teach
3. How much do you charge?
4. I have —- kids and when can we start?

Then the cycle begins and their kids will learn how to play a song within a week, learn how to read sheet music, stage, ear training and theory plus presence, confidence etc.
With my piano in storage it is like having my hands tied behind my back! I have lost income and gained stress culminating with a diagnosis of PTSD!

Do I use the state of CA for stress and my diagnosis of PTSD, a year of hell, money that I used to have paid on hotels because with only $886 a month in ssi, all the greedy people who rent rooms in southern CA want $600 to $800 to live in their bedrooms? That leaves me with not enough to pay my phone bill and internet and storage bills.

I put an ad on supershopper.org and Craig’s List to exchange one of the many valid services for a room in a non smoking household where I could cook and clean for a family. No worthwhile responses only 3 men ages 25, 48 and 50 who wanted casual sex for a place to live of which I said NO.

I told the 25 year old, who had a girl friend, to look up the word integrity and STDs.

It is a sad state of affairs that you have to be diagnosed with something like depression or PTSD before programs and housing programs open up for you!

I went to Huntington Beach Hospital last night and took myself via bus. I couldn’t find any of my friends that would either answer their phones or who would even answer a text back! That did not impress me, by the way!

I made it down there because I suspected that something was terribly wrong with me, and I was 100% right. Like all my assumptions, after doing research on the topic, I am usually 99% correct. I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder by the doctor that talked to me for the longest time.

I asked him to shut the door and then just told him the key points that had happened to me over the last year. He told me that I was amazingly strong and I should be proud of everything I had been through.

I was stressed out and felt as though the stress was accumulating like the water on top of a – cooler in my bathroom in Utah-that eventually caused the ceiling to tumble down when my now-ex-husband and I went to dinner. We went out to dinner and when we came home water was coming down from the smoke detector like a waterfall-just missing my upright grand piano! The most amazing part of the ceiling blowing out and falling down because Mark didn’t turn the swamp cooler off for the winter-was that in the Victorian bathroom, the ceiling fell down to the rafters and all the bisque porcelain figurines in there were not broken, and a pair of antique bisque praying hands were standing up in the bath tub straight up!

I resent that after doing everything right and choosing NOT to smoke or drink or do drugs all my life that there are no support services available for someone like myself.

I want to be the first intelligent white lady with no kids who refused to be treated like a second class citizen because I knew what birth control was and the real facts of life at 9 years old. (I grew up early and wanted real answers and not the stork story!)
More women should be responsible and accountable for their actions where sex and birth control are concerned. There are far too many illegitamate kids being “raised” without fathers to mothers who are 16 years old.
It has become quite a scam having kids to “get the $800 a month” per kid. I was told by countless social workers at the Garden Grove Medical and Food Stamp office to “get a kid and you will get $100!” I love kids, couldn’t have kids for medical reasons-epilepsy- but thought of adopting when I was married but we thought the $20,000 fees were outrageous..so we didn’t.

All the housing programs go to families first and I am not a family, so I am disregarded as though invisible.

I am not envisible or non-existant.

They should put a sign on the front of the Medical office and welfare office that reads: “if you are single or divorced and you don’t have a child we don’t care about you, your life and how you survive financially.” That is the truth.

It took me 7 years to get Medical at the Garden Grove office. When my new medicines Vimpat $20 a pill and Tegretol over $300 a month were forcing me to sell things to afford it, I put two and two together and realized all the people who turned me down were Vietnamese with the last name Nguyen. I had been told a bogus statement that I needed a kid to get medical, which was false. I threatened to sue all the parties personally for FRAUD to the director of the director and got the director named Barbara to fax my information to Sacramento labeled URGENT and had my medicine paid for $100 in a week.

Why this fight though?

Racial discimination against white people exists in Orange County, especially in Garden Grove and Little Saigon.
I am American and among the things I want to do is to crack down on this kind of abuse. An article was in the Walls Street Journal last year how in Vietnam they brag how they take advantage and abuse our welfare system in the USA.

I don’t hate Vietnamese people but I hate racist people and I am the victim of a hate crime that gave preferential treatment to the Vietnamese. I was told in Garden Grove by over 20 Vietnamese they “didn’t want a white piano teacher!” When I heard that I was appauled and shocked and outraged, as I still am now.

I became a displaced worker because of their hatred and bias and stupidity and would probably still have an income stream. I do writing, marketing and photography now with CARestaurantShowCase.com and do what I can.

Our house was a beautiful six bedroom Cape Cod style house with dormer windows and 3 bathrooms. The place was so big that we had my sister and her husband and three kids over and rented beds for all of them. I had a regular bed and breakfast and at that time they were normal and nice people and didn’t have a bad or malicious streak at all. That was to come later down the line when I divorced. Their care for me was in direct proportion to how much money I made a year. My best friends and when I lovingly invited them all to massive parties where I wanted to create memories –not just dinner parties. I did. And though they all have selective memory now, remembering only what they want to-it happened.

In time the bathroom was rebuilt and it after builders came and remodeled, you would have never known anything happened. Thank heaven we had good insurance with State Farm!

How can someone change like a chameleon that magnifies the colors of its surroundings? A counselor can ask them for years what did it-jealousy, envy or just caring more about money and making a quick profit than to mom’s feelings or mine. I think that was it.

I have no idea where I am going with this story here, but it makes me feel better writing it. Once a person becomes an adult at 18 years of age it is their choice who they keep in their life.

When I was moving, I thought and then rethought again everything I wrapped up in a box. I got so tired of packing and it amazed me how much “stuff” I had collected over my 52 years young!

I had read a book on simplifying your life and scaling down what I owned before I made the move to prepare me to take only what I loved and what made me smile when I looked at it. Ask yourself if you love it enough to dust it. You might be surprised what your answers are.

That is the same motto I take to the people in my life. Do they make you smile? Do they bring you up? Support your dreams? If you answer “yes” to all those questions, then you have a keeper there. If you answered one “no” then you better rethink how that person fits into your life.

If you have people in your life that have withered and turned into people who are abusive and tear you down, then if you have tried discussing with them the problems but nothing seems to work, then remove them from you life. You will suffer if you don’t.

After 1653 words were typed I am going to sign off and leave you with these words of wisdom. Think about what you would like to hear when you say something to someone else.

Everybody please pray that Paulette Le Pore Motzko gets the housing voucher she needs to afford a nice place of her own here in CA. Also, if you want to write a congressman or influential person in CA to put pressure on them, be my guest! The most who speak out about something, the more likely things will CHANGE. Also, go beyond me and write your local congressmen and women to add more funding to the Urban Housing Authority’s HUD Housing Program so more vouchers can be created. A ten year wait is a joke and an insult to the intelligence of every person on SSI and SSDI. We don’t want to see displaced disabled people at the bus stops and trying to take care of themselves, along with veterans, who are in the same “boat”, if you will.

I learned to take care of yourself first and make sure you are alright and have what you need, and then you will be more apt to have strength reserves to take care of everybody else.

Write you congressmen and women and contact The Urban Housing Authority in the State of CA in Sacramento, and in The Urban Housing Authority in the largest city in your state. Write and tell what you see in the streets, get involved and watch your efforts blossom into better lives for all people.

For now until today at least until this morning, for a week I was staying at The Super 8 Hotel in Westminster, CA which for he money at $65 a night is one o the nicest, cleanest places around-if you have to “live in a hotel” and can’t afford Residence Inn-with full kitchens, like Boeing used to pay for when I was married.

The way things change is to SHOW THE TRUTH and MAKE PEOPLE CARE.

I took photos of my hotel room and intended on creating  story that would include and show how I was living since evicted in April 2012 by Mike Bunker.

He needs someone to cultivate a moral conscious and explain why what he did was wrong and still is wrong, since he has cut all communication between mom and I for a year.

Thank you Ron Bittelari for sending me the money to make staying here possible. You are even more generous and caring than my ex was.

I have the most kind caring friends.

Do you know anyone who also has been working on getting subsidized housing?

What is your story?

We can team up and work together to put pressure on our leaders who keep saying with a blank expression “there is a 10 year wait for more housing vouchers.” What are we supposed to do until then?

If you make too much $ then you risk losing medical. Silly rules, if you ask me.

There is a song by Kelly Clarkson called “Stronger” that is my mantra and perfectly describes me and what God has felt it necessary for me to go through along with the poor social workers, welfare programs and lies told to me by Vietnamese workers in both the Garden Grove Medical office and social security offices.

If you are caucasion on ssi or ssdi, on medical or are trying to get one of those benefits, what would you think if I told you I was lied to 100% of the time by 100% of the Vietnamese in the welfare system? I was.

It happened.

That is not a racial comment as I still have Vietnamese friends who admit the abuse goes on but they speak English and know many put them in a bad light.

For those on ssi and ssdi or medical be leary and be alert. I personally now, after being lied to, suffering, doing without and living a substandard existence because of false information given by Vietnamese people now will not allow them to wait on me.

I was married to a rocket scientist for 15 years and I use logic. I try to increase the odds of being successful to 100% in everything I do. If you know something hasn’t worked, then don’t do it again. If you know that by doing something else, it increases your odds of accomplishing something, by all means do it.

People get upset when I say this, but it is fact. Abuse happens until it happens with me, then it stops for good and I also set mendates so it never happens again.

I would reccomend going to the Santa Ana Social Security office because they have a wide demographic of all people-Mexican, Filipino, Japanese, Vietnamese, Caucasion. It was refreshing. In one day the underpayment of $400 a month that the Garden Grove office did to me for SSI was increased $200 in one day. Then by going every week, not letting up, until I saw every director there…it is now $886 a month. I refused to let Vietnamese wait on me and by asking for another caucasion person I never had to worry about a hate crime.

If people are racist they shouldn’t be allowed to work at the social security office or any other place that is supposed to treat everyone the same.

We should employ a questionnaire to people coming over from other countries asking them what they are BRINGING to the UNITED STATES and why they are coming. Also a charcter assessment should be given to screen out racists and white haters. Nobody wants to talk about it but that just eneded as I type this sentence.

I am talking to the law dept at Chapman University where I graduated, and I will get representation to sue and get monetary compensation, sue for fraud, the people, who I know by name.

It is the principal here.

I believe everybody is the same and just with others felt the same way.

Once we clean up the fraud and what I believe is the Vietnamese are purposely turning white people down for benefits to bring more of their own kind in.
I talk to people.
I am observant and see who is going out with something and act like a reporter & journalist asking others and find similar stories. I am the only one that will underveil the abuse and stop it once and for all. Every American, white, single lady I have talked to had the same horror stories as me.

Yet I talked to a Mexican family, not even American citizens, who received Medical, Food Stamps and money to live per month in 20 minutes!!!

What do you call that?

On the application they ask if you are Latino. I refused to say because I said, does that mean I get the benefits if I am?

This kind of nonsence goes on in America and it is wrong and against my civil rights.

I want a news station to go in to both offices and see what they find. I bet my assumptions are correct.

I know I am talking about three things in this post:
My life
My background, intelligence, education, hud housing, vouchers
Ssi, ssdi
Racism
Hate crimes
Preferential treatment to Latinos, Asians, Families, Women with kids from many fathers
No help for people who tried to do things right
Racial profiling on ssi and medical and food stamps apps
American citizens are given the backseat to needed programs helping disabled survive
Subsidized housing going hand in hand with ssi ssdi

Increasing funding for subsidized housing
Lowering the epidemic proportions of sad displaced disabled people like myself

Paulette Le Pore Motzko
December 16, 2013

Happy birthday Brenda-Paulette’s sister who helped make her homeless in April 2013.

I have no idea how my oldest sister Brenda Bunker and her poor excuse of a husband can sleep at night with what they did. Some have a conscious and others don’t. Some have souls and some do not.

Bunker was unfortunately made power of attorney by my demented father who is dead, assigning care of my mother and all his personal assetts, along with the house I paid on for 13 years.

I need a good, hard hitting attorney to make this right and have a good ending. One who cares about elder abuse and disabled people. Since mom didn’t know what she was signing and dad didn’t realize he was giving power to a man who would abuse the power given.

My goals:

Remove Mike Bunker from power of attorney
Assign someone to manage my mother’s funds and medical other than me. I need to take care of myself and that is all.
I already made enough sacrifices in my life

Get a house or apartment on some kind of subsidized housing plan in a safe area, since I do not drive.

Sue Mike Bunker for harrassment, stress and going to the hospital numerous times with breakthrough seizures.

I would be seizure free with a place I can call HOME again.
With all the money I saved the state for the 13 years I helped pay my parent’s mortgage, made meals for them etc I feel the state of CA owes me! Especially since I had 0 income during the time I was wrongly turned down for medical and social security after my divorce in 2001.

photos will be added later today when I go to a place with wifi. My Verizon Jetpack is maxed out of time so I am writing this via my Android MyTouch phone.

2:02 p.m.
December 16th, 2013

I want to air this on a major news station or in The Orange County Register. Good things will happen as a result of it. I know it.

The Mystery of Barack Obama Continues | Obama Social Security NumbersWestern Journalism

http://www.westernjournalism.com/exclusive-investigative-reports/the-mystery-of-barack-obama-continues/#LsCoxoyzvxFs06pK.01

My friend Myles S just put this on Facebook and it was so good I wanted to share it here and on my politically minded site The Political Think Tank at
http://www.ThePoliticalThinkTank.wordpress.com.

So, if he has multiple social security numbers, doesn’t that mean fraud?

What are your thoughts about what you know about our president?

Paulette Motzko

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“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”-Ernest Hemingway

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.” – Ernest Hemingway

I must agree with Mr Hemingway. From the book drives in elementary school to the first cook book given to me by my cousin Patricia as a kid, that lead to hundreds more through my life; books need to electricity and can be carried any where. Some antique books are like good friends of mine that I turn to over and again.

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Paulette Le Pore age nine playing Nanny’s Henry F. Miller piano

I ended up going to college to learn how to teach piano and taught ages 6 to 86 for 20 years and showed kids and adults how to play, learn chord charts, and even taught two children who wore hearing aids using sign language! Nanny gave me her piano many years later and I gave it to my neice Jennifer when my now ex husband gave me the rosewood upright grand I now have as a graduation present from college.

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I have about 1000 in my personal library. My mom read to me all the time when I was a small child. I remember her teaching me how to sound out words and my parents always took time out to answer how to sound out a word and congratulated me when I did it right.

The gift of learning, exploration, reading and creativity were awarded in the Le Pore House. We had a Music Room and aside from the music played in there by me on my organ my dad bought me one Christmas, a Rickenbacker guitar for my brother Mike, drums for Bob, an art set for Brenda and an art set for Mom. Mom was the matriarch of the family, the stronghold and who always created peace no matter what was going on. Mom could paint beautiful landscape pictures and figure out how to sew anything she looked at or make anything from a satin rose to a doll dress to go on an antique doll. What she didn’t know how to do, she read how to do it.

She taught me, along with my Nanny- (dad’s mother), how to play piano. When she walked into my world at age nine and came to live with us, I had no idea how she sould change my life and make an impression. Her birthday would have been today, come to think of it.

Mom taught me how to play guitar and sing at nine years old, and cook in the kitchen. The first cook book I got from the book drive at school had me baking a Giant Gingerbread Man. There I was with my book open wide, mom by my side, apron tied in a ribbon “just so” as Mom would say…whipping up my first baked thing. Books fuel ideas and they will never go out of style as some say who hold their IPODS and Kindles and Nooks. I have an IPOD and have many trade books that are handy to carry with me as reference writing & photography books on there. Many books are cheaper via IPOD. But, when I am in my sleepers, laying in bed, if I am not adding new content to one of my web sites, I love picking up a book with a cover and pages. Books are handy for down time, waiting for a bus or whatever. You can pick em’ up and put them away in a second.

When my mom Ramona Lea’s mother Ruby Hart was older I used to buy her the enlarged print Reader’s Digest and she would read every one I would buy in a day or two. God bless her. I wanted to keep her mind active, doing, becoming and enjoying stories instead of just sitting around.

TV is a more passive past time for seniors because they just “sit there”. If you have any family or friends with dementia or Alzheimer’s disease, put a book in their hands about something they love- (provided they are able to still read) and let them enjoy. Also, I used to read to my mother when I lived next to her in the large duplex that was sold recently.

Have your loved one read a paragraph and then you, then you accelerate reading from a solitary activity into a family activity.

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Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright October 2, 2013

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