My Paisley World: January 2015

January 29, 2015

Breakfast at The Greeter’s Corner Restaurant – Laguna Beach, CA

Beach-front breakfast at The Greeter's Corner!

Here's how this well-known eatery got its unusual name:

It began during the years of the Great Depression, when a friendly gesture

from Eiler Larsen brought optimism and encouragement.

40 years-worth of waves & smiles earned him the title of "Official Laguna Greeter" in 1963.

His South Coast Highway corner of choice is the restaurant's location.

Eiler died in 1975. You can see his footprints in the sidewalk nearby.

Here's my photo of the life-size statue (sadly, sans thumb) honoring Eiler.

I'd like to think that when folks drop by and learn his story,

they leave inspired to reveal a friendly side of themselves

that they may have been hesitant to show before.

A wave, a smile; they go a long way.

They usually make the giver feel as good as the recipient.

Encouraging. Uplifting. Hopeful.

And they're free.

A side view of the restaurant, showing off its patio.

Outside dining - a must.

Shame on me for not taking a photo of my meal.

Guess I was just too hungry and delighted at the sight of my

Eggs Benedict with avocado and mushrooms to wait another moment!

Trust me. Delicious!

Here's what you see as you dine - Laguna Beach ambiance.

Links to The Greeter's Corner's

website and Facebook page.

Another CA Vacation post:

Visiting Laguna Beach, California

More to come!

January 28, 2015

The Empowerment Plan: Employing Homeless Women to Make Coats for the Homeless

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Something great is happening in Detroit, Michigan!

The Empowerment Plan was founded by Veronika Scott.

First, she had the terrific idea to help the homeless keep warm in the winter
by manufacturing and distributing coats that zip into sleeping bags.

Next, she developed a non-profit organization to train and employ

homeless women to make these coats, giving them not only a job,

but also a sense of purpose, a can-do attitude and a hope for the future.

And that is empowerment!

Here are some photos of the coat so you can visualize how the bottom part of the bag

zips up into the coat, then folds out to be re-zipped into a sleeping bag.

This YouTube video is a must-see to really get the idea

of what The Empowerment Plan is all about.

Inspired? I sure am.

Here's how we can help to make a difference:

A $100 donation covers the cost of 1 coat.

(...but give whatever you can.)

DONATE here.

Learn more at The Empowerment Plan website.

Follow them on Facebook.

and on Twitter @empowermentplan.

January 27, 2015

Visiting Laguna Beach, California

Vacationing in sunny California!

Sharing photos from a fabulous day at Laguna Beach.

(Made that much more fabulous knowing there are 4 inches of snow back in PA.)

Forest Avenue is a popular place to do some shopping.

Quaint shops with interesting architecture like this one.

The Lumberyard Mall is a charming outdoor village

of gift shops, services and galleries.

A close-up of the unique brickwork,

also in the planter, above.

Always attracted to succulents!

Street art spotting: This sculpture, by Michael Graham,

is called "I Want to Make a Phone Call."

Homes on the hillside overlooking the beach.

Imagine their view of the Pacific Ocean!

Another of my Laguna Beach posts:
Breakfast at The Greeter's Corner Restaurant

Stay tuned!

Planning to do lots more CA blogging!

Some links:

Visit Laguna Beach

The Lumberyard Mall

Info on "I Want to Make a Phone Call" at re:sculpt.

January 22, 2015

Creative Bookends by Knob Creek Metal Arts

Love books? Love bookends?

Look no further.

These insanely creative bookends are by

Knob Creek Metal Arts.

Choose a design to reflect your hobby, interests, or favorite genre.

Based in Louisville, Kentucky, Knob Creek Metal Arts

also creates wall art, yard & garden signs,

and incredibly cool racks for keys, coats and dog leashes,

as well as for that well-earned collection of medals

from swimming, biking, track & field, etc.

They're up for your suggestions!

Here's where to see more:

Images used with direct permission from Eric.

January 20, 2015

Presenting Our New Dog – Meet Lucy!

How proud I am to show you photos of our new pet, Lucy!

She's a 10 month old Brittany.

Such a sweet disposition! Eager to please, affectionate, a pleasant personality.

She fits right in with our family, and is already well-loved.

Images used with direct permission from Lucy.

January 19, 2015

Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” Speech

Tavis Coburn

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Civil rights activist.

Baptist minister.

Husband. Father.

President Ronald Reagan signed the bill which marked the third Monday of January

as a United States federal holiday in King's honor.

King delivered his "I Have a Dream" speech in Washington, D.C.

on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

The date was 8-28-63.

Just five years later, he met his death by an assassin's bullet.

We all may be familiar with that famous speech,

but I urge you to read it reverently, in its entirety,

in honor of that great man,

Martin Luther King, Jr.

"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"