Thursday, February 4, 2016

Why China? Part 5: Pandas

Pandas are an endangered species, native to China.  There are only about 2000 in the world and only about 49 live outside of China.  About 239 Pandas are in captivity in China and the rest live in natural habitat. 

The 49 or so Panda living outside of China are in 18 different zoos in 13 different countries.  China once gave two pandas to the United States as a gift.  Their new address was the Washington D.C. zoo.  China gave 23 Pandas to 9 different countries between 1958 and 1982 as an act of diplomacy. 

In 1984, the Chinese stopped giving Pandas as gifts and now they only loan Pandas for ten years.  The loan comes with a price tag of $10,000 to $1,000,000 per year.  Some of that money goes to conservation of Panda habitat and research.  Any offspring born to Pandas on loan also belong to

The name Panda means Big Bear Cat.  Pandas are scientifically classified as meat-eaters because of their digestive system, but live almost entirely on bamboo.   Adult Pandas eat an astonishing 20 to 30 pounds of bamboo each day. It takes a lot of time to get all that bamboo down.  They spend about 12 hours of every day eating.  That's right, 12 hours out of every 24 hours is spent in the dining room.

Pandas sometimes eat small birds and rodents.

An adult male can weigh as much as 350 pounds.  Females are smaller and can weigh anywhere from 150 to 275 pounds.   Baby Pandas are tiny, weighing less than 5 ounces .  Imagine a rounded cube of butter and you've got the idea, except that the butter is pink. Panda cubs are born blind, pink, and with no teeth.
In a few week the cub's skin turns gray in spots, the spots that will eventually become black.  The color pattern is set after about a month.  The first fur is very soft and coarsens over time.

Panda cubs crawl at around 3 months and start snacking on bamboo when they are 6 months old.  They depend mostly on their Mother’s milk for the first year.  On their first birthday, panda cubs weigh about 100 pounds.  They will live with their mother for up to two years.  In the wild, a mother Panda gives birth about once every two years.  Panda dads don’t stick around to help raise the kids.

Pandas don’t reproduce much in captivity. Apparently Pandas are shy about mating in public.  Panda
keepers have tried Viagra and Panda porn, but the most success has come from artificial insemination. 

Six Pandas live in the Beijing Zoo.  We were hoping to see at least one of them.  Our guide told us that on a good day we might see two or three.  To our delight we saw all six of the handsome creatures.  For some of us it was a first.

Six out of six.  I guess it was a good day. 

Linda Garner

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Why China? Part 4: Before I Came to China

Before I came 
to China, 
I thought that 
all Chinese people
looked alike.

In China, 
I saw that 
Chinese faces 
are as different 
as snowflakes.

I swam 
in an ocean 
of Chinese faces 
and saw the music 
in their smiles 
and the warmth 
in their eyes.

Some faces 
reminded me of 
friends at home 
who are not Chinese.

I even saw one 
that reminded me 
of you.

Linda Garner

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Why China? Part 3: More about the Great Wall

One of the highlights to our Beijing experience was climbing the Great Wall of China.

The Chinese used walls to protect and isolate their people and their royalty.  There are walls surrounding some towns and cities.  There are walls surrounding the Forbidden City.

The Great Wall was built to protect China from invading armies.  It is more than 4,000 miles long.  Longer than the width of the continental United States.  

The Wall is as wide as 30 feet in places, plenty wide enough to drive a car across.  It is 16 feet tall where it has not eroded.  To get to the top of the wall we climbed stairs that extended about a mile.  

The most curious thing about the stairs is that they are uneven.
Some stairs felt normal, others were short, and some were very tall.  I had to crawl over some of the taller stairs, lacking the stability on the snow and ice to negotiate such a tall step.

The walls were built to keep intruders out.  The uneven stairs helped to slow the enemy down.  

There was a railing on each side of the stairs.  One railing was crowded with the hands of many travelers.  The other side of the stairs was very icy and seemed a little treacherous.  I seldom was able to grasp the railing.  Closer to the top there was no railing.

Their was a guard house part way up the stairs and a tower at the top.  At the first guard house, I realized that I needed to shed some of my layers as I was getting too warm.  The sun had begun to warm us, and I was also generating some of my own heat from the exertion.  I left my heavy coat soon after, hanging on the railing.

We didn't see graffiti near the wall, but padlocks hung along the side of the stairs just under the railing.  On the padlocks were carved initials and names of some who wished to leave their mark.

We learned that the wall was begun in the Quin (pronounced Chin) dynasty and was added to during the Ming Dynasty at a cost of hundreds of thousands of lives.  Those who died while building the wall were buried within the wall.  The early builders use compacted dirt.  During the Ming Dynasty bricks were also used.
The climb was challenging for me but doable.  Reaching the top was a victory.  The view was spectacular.  We were blessed to have a clear day.  I savored the victory and enjoyed the satisfaction of completion.  

This is the hero rock.  If you have made it this far you are a hero.  I may not be a hero but I felt like one when I reached this rock.  Every once in a while, I like to do hard things.  

Linda Garner

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Why China? Part 2: The Climb

The Great Wall

It was built to keep intruders out.  One mile up and one mile down.  “There are two climbs here,” Our tour guide told us.  “One side is hard,” he said, “the other…harder.  You choose.”

I looked at the uneven stairs stretching toward the sky, and chose hard, knowing that it would be enough.

My feet were careful on the sometimes icy steps.  I wore layers against the November chill.  There were many hands clinging to the rail.  I couldn’t always reach.

It was meant to be a hard climb.  It was meant to slow down the enemy.  The un-evenness had purpose.

I am not the enemy, but the un-evenness challenged me as if I were.  My short legs were not made for tall steps.  Sometimes I had to crawl.

It was warmer near the top.  My layers became a burden.  I left my heavy coat along the way to be gathered on my downward hike.

We celebrated at the top.  The view was breathtaking.  I felt victorious.  It was hard, and I made it.  I can do hard things.

Linda Garner  

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Why China?

Why China?  Everyone asked that when we told them we were going to China.  

Our son, Nathan, and his wife, Patricia gave their son, Tyler, an early graduation present, a trip to China.  China was Tyler’s destination of choice.  He has been studying Chinese and has an interest in that culture.  We decided to tag along.  Spoiler Alert: We had so much fun in China, that we have decided to go to Israel in October.

Now that Christmas is over, I will post some of our pictures, thoughts, and memories of our trip to China.This is the first installment.

Beijing: The Adventure Begins

We have free wi-fi in our luxurious room, but there is no Google, no facebook, and no blogger available in China.  The Chinese government doesn’t allow social media. We didn't know about this before we came. Friend-husband sends texts to our family from the hotel and that is our only contact with the outside world.  Our son and his wife facetime their kids at home.  We do not have apple devices so we do not facetime.  We didn’t think to install Skype on this computer.  We could download it here, but the wi-fi is slow.  I don’t know if we will get around to it while we are here.

The weather has been cold as expected. It is 18 degrees here in Beijing. We wear as many layers as we can manage.  Our faces are the coldest, since they are exposed to the wind.  The scarf that I threw in my suitcase at the last minute is my new best friend.  

Many of the Chinese people wear surgical masks on their faces.  Some of them are exactly like the you would see on your surgeon in the hospital, and others are made of bright fabric, patterned or plain.  We see the value in keeping your faces covered.

The air quality is also poor in Beijing.  This is probably another reason they wear the masks.

We saw many beautiful things in Beijing.  The Forbidden City which is part of Tiananmen Square, the Summer Palace and the amazing Great Wall of China, were the highlights.  It was unbelievably cold at the Summer Palace and we walked quickly, while absorbing the beauty of this place, and the setting around it. 

It would be hard to describe my feelings as we entered Tiananmen square.  I have a vivid memory of the students who were brutally killed while peacefully demonstrating in that place.  I felt as if I was touching a piece of their history and connecting with them as I stood in the place where they died.

Our companions are delightful.  All ten of us are from the United States.  Our family is half of the group.  Joel and Jeanette, originally from Puerto Rico, live near Philadelphia.  Luis and Marcia Rodrigues, originally from Columbia, live in New York, Ashleigh, originally from Pennsylvania, lives in Renton, Washington.  They are fun and friendly and don’t seem to mind that we don’t drink tea or alcohol.  In fact very little tea or alcohol has been ordered. 

Our guides are perfect.  They speak good English and are careful to attend to our needs and answer our questions.  We have whisper devices that we use when we are sight-seeing.  The guide is able to speak to us while we follow behind.  The devices have a decent range if we wander a bit.

The happy rooms are what we call the restrooms.  As Ahwen, our tour manager explained to us, "if you need one you are happy when you find it even if it is not up to your standards."  Few of the public restrooms have western toilets.  Most have Asian toilets which are on the floor and not very convenient for ladies.  They do flush however.  Toilet paper is seldom available so we carry our own with us.  There is usually only cold water, no paper towels, and no soap.  We are extra happy if we find warm water and soap.  We carry hand sanitizer with us. 

The hotels have lovely bathrooms with western toilets and showers or tubs.  Some have both.  Some of the restaurants have western toilets but not all. 

The food is not like the Chinese food we eat in the US.  There are many vegetable dishes, even at breakfast.  This is great for me.  I love vegetables and they are great for my blood sugar.  There is also rice and noodles served at every meal.  I don't eat rice or noodles, but there are plenty of other choices.

Breakfast is a buffet in the hotels and includes a wide variety of food.
 We go back many times and we wonder if this looks strange to the Chinese people who are watching us.  We do it anyway. We are brave enough to try many unfamiliar things and we sometimes leave it alone after the first bite.  Other times we go back for a second helping.  Dragon fruit, watermelon, and cantaloupe are usually offered and everyone has become a fan of dragon fruit.

No one was brave enough to try the preserved eggs which are almost black in color.  An internet search told us that these eggs are preserved in a mixture of things like ash and ammonia.  In some countries the ammonia is obtained from human urine.  That was all we needed to know to cross these off our list of things to try.

Our lunches are often served family style around a round table for ten.  There is a large lazy Susan in the center of the table and we rotate it until everyone is reached.  We serve ourselves and the dishes keep coming.  Lunch is usually 8 or 9 courses.  The Dumpling Dinner was 18 courses.  There is meat in some of the dishes, but more as a condiment than the main ingredient.  We have eaten eel, jelly fish, pork, chicken, and beef, and duck. There is often a peanut dish as either an appetizer or one of the courses.

The dumplings were some kind of meat or vegetable wrapped in dough and then steamed.  Sometimes the dumplings were made in fun shapes.  The duck shaped dumplings were very cute.  There were sauces for dipping, but I liked them just as well without the sauce.

Our tour guides seldom eat with us, but check on us frequently to see if the food is good or if we need more of anything.  Usually there is a limit of one glass of any beverage including water.  One restaurant had run out of water and so Ahwen went to the store to buy water for us.  

Five of us only drink water and so this was very kind of him.  We are not to drink the water from the tap.  We are told it would make us sick.  The local people also drink bottled water for the most part but may occasionally drink tap water in their own homes.

More next week.

Linda Garner

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Banished by Christy Monson

Banished Author Interview 
by Christy Monson

I was born in Medford, Oregon, but I now live in Ogden, Utah.

I love writing. It's my way to relax, escape from the stresses of daily life, and put the things I'm passionate about down on paper.

While I was working as a Marriage and Family Therapist, I had two Native American boys come for counseling. I suggested that they write a story about their culture. They began their narratives and told me that if they had to write a story, I should write one also. Long after the boys finished their counseling and their anecdotes, I was still working on mine. Dre (the main character) and I have been companions ever since.

I finished this manuscript about seven years ago and couldn't decide what to do with it. After it won 2nd Place in the Utah Arts Council Writing Contest, Children's Division I put it on the shelf because I was asked to complete several self help books on women's issues, children who have difficult life events, and family communication.

At the League of Utah Writer's Conference one September a couple of years ago, someone handed out applications for the Marilyn Brown Writing Contest at Utah Valley University. On a whim, I sent Banished in. It won first place, so I decided I had left it on the shelf long enough. It is available now on Amazon.

Back Cover:

Dre has waited twelve summers to become a man, but the chief banishes his uncle, his mother, and even Dre himself. Thrust into the desert, he struggles to protect himself and his mother from his drug-addicted uncle—and certain death in the barren land.

With only a golden eagle to guide him, Dre battles to find a source of food and water. Abuse from his uncle and trouble with a neighboring clan could destroy his chance for survival and keep him from finding his place in the world.  Dre must learn what real manhood is if he hopes to survive in the harsh environment.

Praise for Banished:

"Monson well deserves the title of storyteller, for she has truly captured the music echoing from Hopi tradition and culture." Marilyn Brown Award
Utah Valley University Marilyn Brown Award, 1st Place Winner
Utah Arts Council, 2nd Place Winner

About the Author: 

Christy Monson loves a good story—especially historical fiction. She established a successful counseling practice in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her books, Love, Hugs, and Hope: When Scary Things Happen and Becoming Free: A Woman's Guide To Internal Strength are published by Familius. Texting Through Time, A Trek with Brigham Young, and Texting Through Time, John Taylor and the Mystery Puzzle are published by Cedar Fort.

Links to buy Banished:

Click here to buy  Banished.  Available on Kindle or in paperback.

Free download November 20-22.

Congrats to Christy, my writing buddy.

Linda Garner

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Celebrating Connections

 “You know what music is?”  “Gods little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe, a harmonic connection between all living beings, everywhere, even the stars.”

That quote came from the movie August Rush.  I love the thought of harmonic connections. 

I love the thought of connecting to the universe in musical ways.  I find delight in the rhythm of the planets and the seasons, the harmony of nature, the melody of sun and stars and moons. I enjoy connecting with wind rain, and sky.

I embrace the thought that there is a harmonic connection between all living beings everywhere.

I love connections.  I celebrate them.

We are connected you and I.  We are connected by the rhythm and motion of the universe.   We are connected by our humanness.  We are connected by our sameness as well as our differences. 

We are connected by our desire to make the world a better place, to reach out and touch hearts.  We are connected by our sorrows and our joys.

We speak the language of the heart.  We celebrate the chance to make a difference. We share our thoughts, our hopes, and our humanness.  We reach out.  We share our triumphs and our disappointments.  We share quietly. We share boldly.

Join the Celebration.  It’s a celebration of life, of love, of joy, and of…connections.  Take a risk.  Connect.  Become part of something bigger than yourself.

Take your place.  You belong.  Join in.  Join the Song.  We’ve been expecting you.

Welcome to a place Where Love is Deep.

Linda Garner