Showing posts with label resources. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resources. Show all posts

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Ways to afford books for Vanguard

Hi everyone,

These are some ideas someone posted in another group about how to help families buy or get the books they need.  I just thought I would post it here, in case it could help you.  Use it if it does :)...


Ideas to Afford Books for Vanguard
  1. Start by praying that Heavenly Father will open a way and guide you how to get the books
  2. Library – Check early and put them on hold 
  3. Buy used books online (Amazon or other used sites have them starting around $4 including shipping). On Amazon check the fine print under the regular price.
  4. E-books are often cheaper than paper books
  5. Take your book list to the DI or other thrift stores. If you see extra copies pick them up and offer the deal to others 
  6. Sell pizza cards or another fund raiser that allows you to use the funds for education. Ashley Baird sells them from Papa Murphy’s. You can buy them for $1 and sell them for whatever price you want, like $7 or $10. 
  7. Sign up for an Amazon credit card (and then you can cancel it later) – they give you an instant $50 of books free
  8. When there’s a choice of buying or using a free online book, choose the free one
  9. Have your teen get a part-time job to help earn money for books (paper route, bagging groceries)
  10. Put the word out using email or Facebook to family and friends to see if they have certain books that you can borrow
  11. Ask another family in Vanguard if you can share books – maybe switch books mid-week
  12. Sign up for Harmony Education or MyTechHigh or another “charter school” that helps with homeschool costs. Harmony gives $300-400 reimbursement per student plus other reimbursement for curricula, and a lending library. 
  13. See if your husband can pick up a few extra hours at work

  14.  Marni Hall from the Kaysville Vanguard group offered another great website where she loves to find used books at great deals! 
  15. One more...

    Book trading.   I've been using this site for years and get a lot of my books this way.  There are several of this year's books available for the taking.

    Here is the info about it...

     If you're a reader, you know how books can accumulate after you have read them. They pile up and gather dust, and you know you won't read them again. You can try to sell them to used-book stores, but you wont get very much for them, even if they are in perfect condition. PaperBackSwap is a better way!

    All you have to do is create an account for FREE, list your books that you are ready to share, and send them out to other members when they are requested. Yes, you pay the postage to send your books out (between 2 and 3 dollars for an average-sized book), BUT you get a Book Credit for sending each book (each Book Credit is good for one book - you can order from any member in the club), AND when you request books for yourself, the senders pay the postage to send those books to you.

    It costs nothing to participate, except for postage - there are no membership fees. You even get 2 startup Book Credits free if you are the first account at your household - you can use those credits to order 2 books for yourself, right away!

    Give your books a better life - no more languishing on dusty bookshelves! Find new readers for them and get new books for yourself. Send a book, get a book. It's easy and it's free!

    Jen is a good friend to let you in on this! If you do sign up, please use the following link:

    http://www.paperbackswap.com/index.php?r_by=clowardjen%40hotmail.com

    If you use the link above to join and you become an active member, Jen will get a free Book Credit for referring you to the club!

    For more information about PaperBackSwap, you can visit our Help Center by clicking the link below:

    http://www.paperbackswap.com/help/help_index.php

    Best Regards,
    The PaperBackSwap Team
    www.PaperBackSwap.com


     

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Release forms

Here is a standard form we have used in the past that Marni updated for this year:

Release Form 2013-2014

Friday, May 24, 2013

Overview of the Year 2010-2011


Overview of Year Concepts
2010-2011


Sept.: LIFE & PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS   5,000 Year Leap Principles  #1,6-8,22-24,28
What does it take to make a meaningful life? What is “true happiness”, and are we entitled to it or just the pursuit of it?
CONTINENT: SOUTH AMERICA
F2F bio:
Biography: Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan
BOOK: "Carry On, Mr. Bowditch"
SCRIPTURE: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
MOVIE:  "The Ultimate Gift"

October: LIBERTY                
5,000 Year Leap Principles  #2, 8-9, 22,26
What is true freedom? Who decides that?
CONTINENT: AFRICA
Art: Freedom/Scribble art/variety
F2F bio:
Biography: Equiano—Slave ships
BOOK: Equiano: "The Kidnapped Prince"
SCRIPTURE: 2 Timothy 1:7
GAME NIGHT: Fugitive!

November: PROPERTY         
5,000 Year Leap Principles   #7,14,15,27
What is the value of work and ownership?
CONTINENT: NORTH AMERICA
Art: Music
F2F bio:
Biography:  Handel
BOOK: "Miracles on Maple Hill"
SCRIPTURE: Doctrine & Covenants 58: 26-27
OUTDOOR ACTIVITY: Geo-caching
GAME NIGHT: “The Farming Game”/ Settlers
MOVIE: "Snowball Express"

December: No Vanguard!
Family Activity/Service: TBA

January: GOD                                   
5,000 Year Leap Principles   #4,5
What is the role of "natural law" and God in society?
CONTINENT: ASIA
Art: Inspiring Art
F2F bio: Eratosthenes
Biography: Mother Theresa
BOOK: "The Alchemist"
SCRIPTURE: Proverbs 3:5-6
OUTDOOR: Snowshoeing
MOVIE: "Inn of the Sixth Happiness"

February: LEADERSHIP                 
5,000 Year Leap Principles   #3,20
Ego-centric versus service-oriented?
CONTINENT: WESTERN EUROPE
F2F bio:DaVinci part II
Biography:  Ghandi
BOOK: "The Lost Prince": Burnett
SCRIPTURE: Doctrine & Covenants 6:8
GAME NIGHT: Risk
FAMILY NIGHT: Leadership/cooperation games


March: SOCIETY                   
5,000 Year Leap Principles   #12,13,16-18,19,21
Security versus freedom: where to draw the line?
CONTINENT: CENTRAL/EASTERN EUROPE
F2F bio: DaVinci part II
Biography:  Hannah Szenes
BOOK: "Angel on the Square"
SCRIPTURE: 2 Kings 6:16
MOVIE: "Lagaan"

April: CITIZENSHIP                         
5,000 Year Leap Principles   #10,11
Who is responsible to determine what is right, and how can they do what needs to be done?
CONTINENT: AUSTRALIA & ANTARTICA
F2F bio:
Biography:  Harriet Tubman
BOOK: “Princess Academy”
SCRIPTURE: Joshua 1:9
GAME NIGHT: Game choice night

May: End of Year Summaries!
Oral Presentations & Elections for new Presidency
Backpacking Trip
Family Cultural Dinner                                               

Chiune Sugihara

Possible Monthly Topics: God/Moral and Virtuous people; Responsibility of Citizens; Service-Oriented Leadership;  Asia
Chiune Sugihara: Chiune Sugihara (杉原 千畝 Sugihara Chiune?, 1 January 1900 – 31 July 1986) was a Japanese diplomat who served as Vice-Consul for the Empire of Japan in Lithuania. During World War II, he helped several thousand Jews leave the country by issuing transit visas to Jewish refugees so that they could travel to Japan. Most of the Jews who escaped were refugees from German-occupied Poland and residents of Lithuania. Sugihara wrote travel visas that facilitated the escape of more than 6,000 Jewish refugees to Japanese territory, risking his career and his family's lives. Sugihara had told the refugees to call him "Sempo", the Chinese reading of the characters in his first name, discovering it was much easier for Western people to pronounce.[1] In 1985, Israel honored him as Righteous Among the Nations for his actions.--Wikipedia

Quote someone sent me from him: "You want to know about my motivation, don't you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent.
"People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people's lives....The spirit of humanity, philanthropy...neighborly friendship...with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation---and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage."

List of Childhood of Famous Americans and World Citizens


Christopher Columbus: Young Explorer

Christopher Columbus was born in Italy in 1451. His father was a weaver, but like most young men living near a seaport, Columbus looked to the sea to...
$5.99

Leonardo Da Vinci: Young Artist, Writer, and Inventor

Leonardo Da Vinci is best known as the Renaissance painter who created the Mona Lisa and The Last Supper. he also made great contributions as a...
$5.99

Marie Curie: Young Scientist

Marie Curie was a world-renowned scientist who made many important discoveries, as well as a great teacher and a mother, but her accomplishments...
$5.99

Gandhi: Young Nation Builder

The man we remember simply as Gandhi was born Mohandas Gandhi in India in 1869. From an early age he was made keenly aware of the rigid Hindu caste...
$5.9

Mother Teresa: Friend to the Poor

Born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu in 1910, Mother Teresa grew up in a small war-torn town in Macedonia. The youngest of three children, Mother Teresa was...
$5.99

Pope John Paul II: Young Man of the Church

Pope John Paul II was born Karol Wojtyla on May 18, 1920, in Poland. As a child Karol excelled in school -- especially in religion and literature. He...
$5.99

Anne Frank: Young Diarist

In 1933, at the age of four, Anne Frank and her family fled from the Nazis in Germany and sought safe haven in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. In 1940,...
$5.99

Lady Diana, Princess of Wales: Young Royalty

Diana Spencer grew up to be the princess of Wales. But when she was a little girl, she did not dream she would become a princess. When she was still...



Childhood of Famous Americans

  *      Henry Ford: Young Man with Ideas
 *      John Jacob Astor
* John Deere
 * John Smith
 * Patrick Henry
 * Meriwether Lewis: Boy Explorer
 * Allan Pinkerton: Young Detective
 * Harry Houdini: Young Magician
  * Eugene Field
 * Dan Morgan: Wilderness Boy
 * George Gershwin
 * Lucretia Mott: Girl of Old Nantucket
* Jed Smith: Young Western Explorer
 * John Alden: Young Puritan
 * John Wanamaker: Boy Merchant
 * Luther Burbank: Boy Wizard
 * The Ringling Brothers: Circus Boys
 * Osceola Young Seminole Indian
   * Robert Peary: Boy of the North
 * Black Hawk, Young Sauk Warrior
 * John Hancock New England Boy
 * Herbert Hoover Boy Engineer
 * Elias Howe Inventive Boy
* Babe Didrikson: Girl Athlete
 * Jeff Davis: Confederate Boy
 * Cyrus McCormick Farmer Boy
  * Lee DeForest
 * Abner Doubleday: Young Baseball Pioneer
* George Westinghouse: Young Inventor
  * Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
 * John Burrough: Boy of Field and Stream
  * John Fitzgerald Kennedy: America's Youngest         President
 * Rachel Jackson: Tennessee Girl
 * Tom Edison: Boy Inventor
 * Albert Einstein: Young Thinker
 * A. P. Giannini: Boy of San Francisco
  * Will and Charlie Mayo: Boy Doctors
  * Andrew Carnegie: Young Steelmaker
 * Elizabeth Blackwell: Girl Doctor
 * George Eastman: Young Photographer
   * Robert Fulton: Boy Craftsman
 * Alec Hamilton: The Little Lion
  * Juliette Low: Girl Scout
  * Noah Webster: Boy of Words
 * Stephen Foster: Boy Minstrel
    * Walter Reed: Boy Who Wanted To Know
  * Amelia Earhart: Young Aviator
 * Dwight D. Eisenhower: Young Military Leader
 * Harry S. Truman: Missouri Farm Boy
 * Brigham Young: Covered Wagon Boy
  * David Farragut: Boy Midshipman
  * Douglas MacArthur: Young Protector
 * George Dewey: Vermont Boy
  * Oliver Hazard Perry: Boy of the Sea
   * John Peter Zenger: Young Defender of a Free Press
  * Dan Beard: Boy Scout
  * Frances Willard: Girl Crusader
   * Kate Douglas Wiggin: The Little Schoolteacher
   * John Audubon: Boy Naturalist
   * Mark Twain: Boy of Old Missouri
   * Mary Mapes Dodge: Jolly Girl
    * William Penn: Friendly Boy
  * Dorothea Dix: Girl Reformer
   * Maria Mitchell: Girl Astronomer
  * Crispus Attucks: Black Leader of Colonial Patriots
  * Martin Luther King, Jr.: Young Man with a Dream
  * James Whitcomb Riley: Young Poet
  * Robert E. Lee: Young Confederate
   * Dolly Madison: Quaker Girl
   * Henry Clay: Young Kentucky Orator
   * John Marshall: Boy of Young America
   * Susan B. Anthony: Champion of Women's Rights
  * Tom Jackson: Young Stonewall
  * Tom Jefferson: Third President of the United States
   * Woodrow Wilson: Boy President
 * J. Sterling Morton: Arbor Day Boy
   * Robert Goddard: Pioneer Rocket Boy
   * F. W. Woolworth: Five and Ten Boy
  * George Pullman: Young Sleeping Car Builder
    * Katherine Lee Bates: Girl Poet
    * Carl Ben Eielson Young Alaskan Pilot
  * Cecil B. DeMille
   * Vilhjalmur Stefansson: Young Artic Explorer
   * Liliuokalani: Young Hawaiian Queen
  * Gail Borden
 * Bedford Forest: Boy on Horseback
  * Davy Crockett: Young Rifleman
  * James Oglethorpe: Young Defender
  * Teddy Roosevelt: Young Rough Rider
   * Nathaniel Greene
    * Pontiac and the Indian Uprising
    * William Henry Harrison: Young Tippecanoe
  * Lotta Crabtree: Gold Rush Girl
 * Lew Wallace
* Matthew Calbraith Perry
* Bird Girl: Sacagawea
   * Pocahontas: Brave Girl
  * Dan Webster: Union Boy
  * Stephen Decatur: Gallant Boy
   * William Bradford: Pilgrim Boy
  * Eli Whitney: Boy Mechanic
    * John Paul Jones: Salt-Water Boy
    * Raphael Semmes: Tidewater Boy
   * Samuel Morse

    * Sequoyah: Young Cherokee Guide
 * Francis Marion: Young Swamp Fox
  * John Sevier: Pioneer Boy
  * Abe Lincoln: Frontier Boy
    * Andy Jackson: Boy Soldier
    * Anthony Wayne: Daring Boy
    * Ben Franklin: Boy Printer
    * Booker T. Washington: Ambitious Boy
    * Buffalo Bill: Boy of the Plains
    * Clara Barton: Founder of the American Red Cross
    * Daniel Boone: Young Hunter and Tracker
    * Francis Scott Key: Maryland Boy
    * George Carver: Boy Scientist
    * George Custer: Boy of Action
    * George Washington: Young Leader
    * Israel Putnam: Fearless Boy
    * John Fitch: Steamboat Boy
    * Kit Carson: Boy Trapper
    * Molly Pitcher: Girl Patriot
    * Myles Standish: Adventurous Boy
    * Nancy Hanks: Kentucky Girl
    * Nathan Hale: Puritan Boy
    * Paul Revere: Boy of Old Boston
    * P. T. Barnum: Circus Boy
    * Sam Houston: Boy Chiefton
    * Sitting Bull: Dakota Boy
    * Squanto: Young Indian Hunter
    * Tecumseh: Shawnee Boy
    * U. S. Grant: Young Horseman
    * Virginia Dare: Mystery Girl
    * Wilbur and Orville Wright: Boy with Wings
    * Zeb Pike: Boy Traveler
    * Babe Ruth: One of Baseball's Greatest
    * Jim Thorpe: Olympic Champion
    * Knute Rockne: Young Athlete
    * Lou Gehrig: One of Baseball's Greatest
    * Richard Byrd: Boy of the South Pole
    * Will Rogers, Jr.: Young Cowboy
 * Abigail Adams: Girl of Colonial Days
    * Jane Addams: Little Lame Girl
    * Jessie Fremont: Girl of Capitol Hill
    * Julia Ward Howe: Girl of Old New York
    * Louisa Alcott: Girl of Old Boston
    * Martha Washington: America's First First Lady
  * Narcissa Whitman: Pioneer Girl
    * Joel Chandler Harris: Young Storyteller
    * Walter Chrysler: Boy Machinist
 * Betsy Ross: Designer of Our Flag
    * Eleanor Roosevelt: Fighter for Social Justice
    * Franklin Roosevelt: Boy of the Four Freedoms
    * John Philip Sousa: Marching Boy
    * John Quincy Adams: Boy Patriot
    * Aleck Bell: Ingenious Boy
    * DeWitt Clinton
Harriet Beecher Stowe: Connecticut Girl
James Monroe: Good Neighbor Boy
 * Peter Stuyvesant: Boy with Wooden Shoes
* Washington Irving: Boy of Old New York
    * Clyde Beatty: Boy Animal Trainer
    * George Rogers Clark: Boy of the Old Northwest
    * Helen Keller: From Tragedy to Triumph
    * Mary Todd Lincoln: Girl of the Bluegrass
    * Simon Kenton: Young Trail Blazer
    * Will Clark: Boy in Buckskins
    * William Fargo: Boy Mail Carrier
    * Zack Taylor: Young Rough and Ready
    * Ernie Pyle: Boy From Back Home
    * Ethan Allen
    * James Fenimore Cooper: Leatherstocking Boy
    * Jeb Stuart: Boy in the Saddle
    * Jim Bowie: Boy with a Hunting Knife
    Jim Bridger

Awesome "basic" book questions


AWESOME BOOK QUESTIONS

1. Is God a part of this book?  How or why not?
2. List some of your favorite quotes.
3. What parallels or similarities do you see between characters or events in this book and your experiences in life?
4. What is the message(s) of this book?  Does the author present it effectively? Why or why not?
5. How would you describe this book: helpful? riveting? thought-provoking? disturbing? boring? powerful? a waste of time?...WHY?
6. What did this book make you think about in your life?
7. Did this book change your view (“reconstruct your brain bridges”) in your mind?
8. Did you like the ending?  Why or why not?  How would you have changed it?
9. What does this book make you want to do (if anything)?
10. What would you say if you could write a letter to the author if you knew they would carefully consider what you said?
11. Would you recommend this book?  Why or why not?
12. Who is your favorite character?  Why?
13. Who is your least favorite character?  Why?
14. What character (if any) changes the most?  For the “good” or “bad”?
15. Why do you think this book is included in the Vanguard Youth reading?  Would you recommend it for next year?  Is there a book that better conveys the message in your experience?  Defend your opinion ☺.

POEMS by theme

Thanks, Marni!
CITIZENSHIP 


When Nature Wants a Man

(Journeyman/Master-level poem)-also good for "God" and "Service-Oriented leadership" and "Work")
When Nature wants to drill a man
And thrill a man,
And skill a man,
When Nature wants to mould a man
To play the noblest part;
When she yearns with all her heart
To create so great and bold a man
That all the world shall praise--

Watch her method, watch her ways!
How she ruthlessly perfects
Whom she royally elects;
How she hammers him and hurts him
And with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands--

While his tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands!--
How she bends, but never breaks,
When his good she undertakes....
How she uses whom she chooses
And with every purpose fuses him,
By every art induces him
To try his splendor out--
Nature knows what she's about.

When Nature wants to take a man
And shake a man
And wake a man;
When Nature wants to make a man
To do the Future's will;
When she tries with all her skill
And she yearns with all her soul
To create him large and whole....
With what cunning she prepares him!

How she goads and never spares him,
How she whets him and she frets him
And in poverty begets him....
How she often disappoints
Whom she sacredly anoints,
With what wisdom she will hide him,
Never minding what betide him
Though his genius sob with slighting and his pride may not forget!
Bids him struggle harder yet.
Makes him lonely
So that only
God's high messages shall reach him
So that she may surely teach him
What the Hierarchy planned.

Though he may not understand
Gives him passions to command--
How remorselessly she spurs him,
With terrific ardor stirs him
When she poignantly prefers him!

When Nature wants to name a man
And fame a man
And tame a man;
When Nature wants to shame a man
To do his heavenly best....
When she tries the highest test
That her reckoning may bring--
When she wants a god or king!--
How she reins him and restrains him
So his body scarce contains him
While she fires him
And inspires him!
Keeps him yearning, ever burning for a tantalising goal--
Lures and lacerates his soul.
Sets a challenge for his spirit,
Draws it higher when he's near it--
Makes a jungle, that he clear it;
Makes a desert, that he fear it
And subdue it if he can--
So doth Nature make a man.

Then, to test his spirit's wrath
Hurls a mountain in his path--
Puts a bitter choice before him
And relentless stands o'er him.
'Climb, or perish!' so she says....
Watch her purpose, watch her ways!

Nature's plan is wondrous kind
Could we understand her mind ...
Fools are they who call her blind.
When his feet are torn and bleeding
Yet his spirit mounts unheeding,
All his higher powers speeding
Blazing newer paths and fine;
When the force that is divine
Leaps to challenge every failure and his ardor still is sweet
And love and hope are burning in the presence of defeat....

Lo, the crisis! Lo, the shout
That must call the leader out.
When the people need salvation
Doth he come to lead the nation....
Then doth Nature show her plan
When the world has found--a man!

Angela Morgan


SONG FOR THE PEOPLE (Could also be Leadership or Liberty)
by Frances E.W. Harper
Let me make the songs for the people, 
    Songs for the old and young; 
Songs to stir like a battle-cry 
    Wherever they are sung. 

Not for the clashing of sabres, 
    For carnage nor for strife; 
But songs to thrill the hearts of men 
    With more abundant life. 

Let me make the songs for the weary, 
    Amid life's fever and fret, 
Till hearts shall relax their tension, 
    And careworn brows forget. 

Let me sing for little children, 
    Before their footsteps stray, 
Sweet anthems of love and duty, 
    To float o'er life's highway. 

I would sing for the poor and aged, 
    When shadows dim their sight; 
Of the bright and restful mansions, 
    Where there shall be no night. 

Our world, so worn and weary, 
    Needs music, pure and strong, 
To hush the jangle and discords 
    Of sorrow, pain, and wrong. 

Music to soothe all its sorrow, 
    Till war and crime shall cease; 
And the hearts of men grown tender 
    Girdle the world with peace


IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 


My Strength is as the strength of 10, because my heart is pure...  --Tennyson


“Do not let us speak of darker days; let us speak rather of sterner days. These are not dark days: these are great days--the greatest days our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations, to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race.” --Winston Churchill


GOOD INTENTIONS
The road to hell, they assure me,
With good intentions is paved;
And I know my desires are noble,
But my deeds might brand me depraved.
It's the warped grain in our nature,
And St. Paul has written it true:
'The good that I would I do not;
But the evil I would not I do.'
I've met few men who are monsters
When I came to know them inside;
Yet their bearing and dealings external
Are crusted with cruelty, pride,
Scorn, selfishness, envy, indifference,
Greed--why the long list pursue?
The good that they would they do not;
But the evil they would not they do.
Intentions may still leave us beast-like;
With unchangeable purpose we're men.
We must drive the nail home--and then clinch it
Or storms shake it loose again.
In things of great import, in trifles,
We our recreant souls must subdue
Till the evil we would not we do not
And the good that we would we do.
--St. Clair Adams.


IF YOU CAN’T BE A PINE
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill
Be a scrub in the valley--but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.
If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway some happier make;
If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass--
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew,
There's something for all of us here.
There's big work to do and there's lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail--
Be the best of whatever you are!
--Douglas Malloch


YOUR MISSION
If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet;
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boats away.

If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountain, steep and high,
You can stand within the valley
While the multitudes go by;
You can chant in happy measure
As they slowly pass along--
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.

If you cannot in the harvest
Garner up the richest sheaves,
Many a grain, both ripe and golden,
Oft the careless reaper leaves;
Go and glean among the briars
Growing rank against the wall,
For it may be that their shadow
Hides the heaviest grain of all.

If you cannot in the conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true;
If, where fire and smoke are thickest,
There's no work for you to do;
When the battle field is silent,
You can go with careful tread;
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.

Do not then stand idly waiting
For some greater work to do;
Fortune is a lazy goddess,
She will never come to you;
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do and dare.
If you want a field of labor
You can find it anywhere.
--Ellen M.H. Gates


FEARLESS THOU SHALT BE
In the wake of yawning decadence,
In the arms of dreadful pestilence
In the eyes of hopeless impudence,
Fearless Thou shalt be!
When the time is ripe to cast the sword
When the time is prime to spread the word,
When evil’s ugly head is reared,
Fearless Thou shalt be!
When it’s time to do the best things right,
When it’s time to hold your stance and fight
When you don’t look back to dread your plight,
Fearless Thou shalt be!
When evil’s deed is unvanquished
When all good seems to have perished
When good almighty’s left ravished
Fearless Thou shalt be!
For darkness comes before the light
Victory comes as the hero’s right
Tarry not, Stand up and fight!
Fearless Thou shalt be!

"Go Forth to Life" by Samuel Longfellow

Go forth to life, O child of earth!
Still mindful of thy heav’nly birth;
Thou art not here for ease, or sin,
But manhood’s noble crown to win.

Tho’ passion’s fires are in thy soul,
Thy spirit can their flames control;
Tho’ tempters strong beset thy way,
Thy spirit is more strong than they.

Go on from innocence of youth
To manly purity and truth;
God’s angels still are near to save,
And God Himself doth help the brave.

Then forth to life, O child of earth!
Be worthy of thy heav’nly birth!
For noble service thou art here;
Thy brothers help, thy God revere!




GOD


Be Strong! By Maltbie Davenport Babcock
Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
 Shun not the struggle--face it; 'tis God's gift.
Be strong!
Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?"
And fold the hands and acquiesce--oh shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
 How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
 Faint not--fight on! To-morrow comes the song

“I never saw a moor” by Emily Dickenson Dickenson
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.



More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries…
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(Do we see the burning bush, or do blackberries claim our attention?)

YOUR INNER DRUMMER
Listen to your inner drummer, step to its quiet beat.
The world beats another rhythm, a rhythm of defeat.
Let us become a holy people, peculiar and divine.
Living in the world but walking out of time.
--Shirley Greene


My Strength is as the strength of 10, because my heart is pure...  --Tennyson

Dare to be a Mormon
Dare to stand alone
Dare to have a purpose firm
Dare to make it known

"Education without values, seems rather to make man a more clever devil."
C. S. Lewis

This cup was made by the Wise Lord
With love & care to the heights soared
The potter who shaped with such accord
To make and break the same clay, can also afford.
Meaning:
The wisdom that shapes our clay
Does so in a caring, loving way
Wisdom, care and love will stay
The clay is toy to shape and play.
--from The Rubaiyat, by Omar Khayyam 11th century Persian mathematician and astronomer


IF THIS WERE ALL by Edgar Guest (also Life)
If this were all of life we'll know,
If this brief space of breath
Were all there is to human toil,
If death were really death,
And never should the soul arise
A finer world to see,
How foolish would our struggles seem,
How grim the earth would be!

If living were the whole of life,
To end in seventy years,
How pitiful its joys would seem!
How idle all its tears!
There'd be no faith to keep us true,
No hope to keep us strong,
And only fools would cherish dreams--
No smile would last for long.

How purposeless the strife would be
If there were nothing more,
If there were not a plan to serve,
An end to struggle for!
No reason for a mortal's birth
Except to have him die--
How silly all the goals would seem
For which men bravely try.

There must be something after death;
Behind the toil of man
There must exist a God divine
Who's working out a plan;
And this brief journey that we know
As life must really be
The gateway to a finer world
That some day we shall see.

WHEN SORROW COMES by Edgar Guest
When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must place his trust.
There is no power in mortal speech
The anguish of his soul to reach,
No voice, however sweet and low,
Can comfort him or ease the blow.

He cannot from his fellowmen
Take strength that will sustain him then.
With all that kindly hands will do,
And all that love may offer, too,
He must believe throughout the test
That God has willed it for the best.

We who would be his friends are dumb;
Words from our lips but feebly come;
We feel, as we extend our hands,
That one Power only understands
And truly knows the reason why
So beautiful a soul must die.

We realize how helpless then
Are all the gifts of mortal men.
No words which we have power to say
Can take the sting of grief away--
That Power which marks the sparrow's fall
Must comfort and sustain us all.

When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must place his trust.
With all the wealth which he may own,
He cannot meet the test alone,
And only he may stand serene
Who has a faith on which to lean.


SERVICE-ORIENTED LEADERSHIP

Drop a pebble in the water: 
Just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples 
Circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, 
Flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling 
Where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water: 
In a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing, 
And there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing
To a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river 
Just by dropping in a stone. 

Drop an unkind word, or careless: 
In a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples 
Circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading 
From the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, 
Once you've started them to flow. 

Drop an unkind word, or careless: 
In a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing, 
And there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart 
A mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy 
Ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: 
Just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples 
Circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort 
On each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume 
Of the one kind word you gave. 

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: 
In a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling, 
And there's joy a-circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort 
Whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water 
Just by dropping one kind word.

~James W. Foley

A Mile With Me by Henry Van Dyke
O who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And let his frolic fancy play,
Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way
Where he walks a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me
Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,--
A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks a mile with me.

With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fain would walk till journeys end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
And then?--Farewell, we shall meet again! 




LIBERTY

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SOMETHING TO DO (could also be Society or Citizenship)
by Edgar A. Guest
There will always be something to do, my boy;
There will always be wrongs to right;
There will always be need for a manly breed
And men unafraid to fight.
There will always be honor to guard, my boy;
There will always be hills to climb,
And tasks to do, and battles new
From now till the end of time.
There will always be dangers to face, my boy;
There will always be goals to take;
Men shall be tried, when the roads divide,
And proved by the choice they make.
There will always be burdens to bear, my boy;
There will always be need to pray;
There will always be tears through the future years,
As loved ones are borne away.
There will always be God to serve, my boy,
And always the Flag above;
They shall call to you until life is through
For courage and strength and love.
So these are things that I dream, my boy,
And have dreamed since your life began:
That whatever befalls, when the old world calls,
It shall find you a sturdy man.

Bury Me in a Free Land
By Frances W. E. Harper
Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.
I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slave;
His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.
I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother's shriek of wild despair
Rise like a curse on the trembling air.
I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
If I saw young girls from their mother's arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
Can rob no man of his dearest right;
My rest shall be calm in any grave
Where none can call his brother a slave.
I ask no monument, proud and high,
To arrest the gaze of the passers-by;
All that my yearning spirit craves,
Is bury me not in a land of slaves


Shine Republic
The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining; of water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom has been the quality of western man.

There is a stubborn torch that flames from Marathon to Concord, its dangerous beauty binding three ages
Into one time; the waves of barbarism and civilization have eclipsed but have never quenched it.

For the Greeks the love of beauty, for Rome of ruling; for the present age the passionate love of discovery;
But in one noble passion we are one; and Washington, Luther, Tacitus, Eschylus, one kind of man.

And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to prosperity, you were born to love freedom.
You did not say “en masse,” you said “independence.” But we cannot have all the luxuries and freedom also.

Freedom is poor and laborious; that torch is not safe but hungry, and often requires blood for its fuel.
You will tame it against it burn too clearly, you will hood it like a kept hawk, you will perch it on the wrist of Caesar.

But keep the tradition, conserve the forms, the observances, keep the spot sore. Be great, carve deep your heel-marks.
The states of the next age will no doubt remember you, and edge their love of freedom with contempt of luxury.
 ~By Robinson Jeffers


To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth
By Phillis Wheatley (a female slave)
Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song,
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes, for the common good,
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate
Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat:
What pangs excruciating must molest,
What sorrows labour in my parent's breast?
Steel'd was that soul and by no misery mov'd
That from a father seiz'd his babe belov'd:
Such, such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel tyranic sway?

MEANINGFUL LIFE AND PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

       Do you run through each day
       On the fly?
       When you ask, "How are you?"
       Do you hear the reply?
       When the day is done
       Do you lie in your bed
       With the next hundred chores
       Running through your head?
       You'd better slow down
       Don't dance so fast.
       Time is short.
       The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last

      When you run so fast to get somewhere
      You miss half the fun of getting there.
      When you worry and hurry through your day,
      It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.
      Life is not a race.
      Do take it slower
      Hear the music
      Before the song is over.

    - David L. Weatherford


WHISPERING HOPE
Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
“Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done.
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.”
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.
--Septimus Winner


'MIGHT HAVE BEEN'
Here's to 'The days that might have been';
Here's to 'The life I might have led';
The fame I might have gathered in--
The glory ways I might have sped.
Great 'Might Have Been,' I drink to you
Upon a throne where thousands hail--
And then--there looms another view--
I also 'might have been' in jail.
O 'Land of Might Have Been,' we turn
With aching hearts to where you wait;
Where crimson fires of glory burn,
And laurel crowns the guarding gate;
We may not see across your fields
The sightless skulls that knew their woe--
The broken spears--the shattered shields--
That 'might have been' as truly so.
'Of all sad words of tongue or pen'--
So wails the poet in his pain--
The saddest are, 'It might have been,'
And world-wide runs the dull refrain.
The saddest? Yes--but in the jar
This thought brings to me with its curse,
I sometimes think the gladdest are
'It might have been a blamed sight worse.'
--Grantland Rice, From 'The Sportlight.'

THE FELLOWSHIP OF BOOKS by Edgar Guest
I care not who the man may be,
Nor how his tasks may fret him,
Nor where he fares, nor how his cares
And troubles may beset him,
If books have won the love of him,
Whatever fortune hands him,
He'll always own, when he's alone,
A friend who understands him.

Though other friends may come and go,
And some may stoop to treason,
His books remain, through loss or gain,
And season after season
The faithful friends for every mood,
His joy and sorrow sharing,
For old time's sake, they'll lighter make
The burdens he is bearing.

Oh, he has counsel at his side,
And wisdom for his duty,
And laughter gay for hours of play,
And tenderness and beauty,
And fellowship divinely rare,
True friends who never doubt him,
Unchanging love, and God above,
Who keeps good books about him.


LIFE IS WHAT WE MAKE OF IT
by Edgar Guest

Life is a jest;
Take the delight of it.
Laughter is best;
Sing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear
And the hurt and the ache of it
Find us down here;
Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song;
Dance to the thrill of it.
Grief's hours are long,
And cold is the chill of it.
Joy is man's need;
Let us smile for the sake of it.
This be our creed:
Life must be what we make of it.

Life is a soul;
The virtue and vice of it,
Strife for a goal,
And man's strength is the price of it.
Your life and mine,
The bare bread and the cake of it
End in this line:
Life must be what we make of it.

Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.






SOCIETY

IF I KNEW YOU AND YOU KNEW ME (also Leadership)
Nixon Waterman

If I knew you and you knew me,
If both of us could clearly see,
And with an inner sight divine,
The meaning of your heart and mine,
I'm sure that we would differ less,
And clasp our hands in friendliness;
Our thoughts would pleasantly agree,
If I knew you and you knew me.

DEMOCRACY
by Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right 
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet 
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say, 
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.


IT ISN'T COSTLY by Edgar Guest

Does the grouch get richer quicker than the
     friendly sort of man?
  Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful
     fellow can?
  Is the mean and churlish neighbor any cleverer
     than the one
  Who shouts a glad "good morning," and then
     smiling passes on?
  Just stop and think about it.  Have you ever
     known or seen
  A mean man who succeeded, just because he
     was so mean?
  When you find a grouch with honors and with
     money in his pouch,
  You can bet he didn't win them just because
     he was a grouch.
  Oh, you'll not be any poorer if you smile along
     your way,
  And your lot will not be harder for the kindly
     things you say.
  Don't imagine you are wasting time for others
     that you spend:
  You can rise to wealth and glory and still pause
     to be a friend.


WORK/PROPERTY

A PIECE OF PLASTIC CLAY

I took a piece of plastic clay                          
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded at my will.
I came again when days were past;
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I took a piece of living clay,
And gently formed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.
I came again when days were gone;
It was a man I looked upon;
That early impress still he wore,
And I could change it never more.
(Author Unknown)

They cut desire into short lengths
And fed it to the hungry fire of courage.
Long after—when the flames dies—
Molten gold gleamed in the ashes.
They gathered it into bruised palms
And handed it to their children
And their children’s children.
--Vilate Chamberlain Raile
(an early pioneer)

The Value of Work
“I believe in the gospel of work.  Work is the miracle by which talent is brought to the surface and dreams become reality.  There is simply no substitute under the heavens for productive labor.  It is the process by which idle visions become dynamic achievements.  I suppose that we are all inherently lazy.  We would rather play than work.   We would rather loaf than work.  A little play and a little loafing are good.  But it is work that spells the difference in the life of a man or a woman or a boy or a girl.  Children who are taught to work and to enjoy the fruits of that labor have a great advantage as they grow toward maturity.  The process of stretching our minds and utilizing the skills of our hands lifts us from the stagnation of mediocrity.”  Pres. Hinckley, Standing for Something, 80

GOOD TIMBER
by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.

The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.

Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.


THE ALARM by Edgar Guest

Get off your downy cots of ease,
There's work that must be done.
Great danger's riding on the seas.
The storm is coming on.
Don't think that it will quickly pass.
Who smiles at distant fate,
And waits until it strikes, alas!
Has roused himself too late.
Who thinks the fight will end before
The need of him arrives,
Is lengthening this brutal war
And costing many lives.
For over us that storm shall break
Ere many weeks have fled,
And we shall pay for our mistake
In fields of mangled dead.
Be ready when the foe shall near,
Be there to strike him hard;
Let us, though he be miles from here,
Be standing now on guard.
To-morrow's victories won't be won
By pluck that we display
To-morrow when the foe comes on,
But by our work to-day.


(We broke this up by stanza and memorized one per month for a big grand finale at the end of the year.)

FELLOWSHIP OF THE UNASHAMED (Also great for "Worshiping God" month)
I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed.
The dye has been cast.
I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made;
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.
I won’t look back, let up, slow down, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and
my future is secure.
I’m finished and done with low living,
small planning, smooth knees,
Colorless dreams, tinted visions, worldly talking,
cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need pre-eminence, positions,
promotions, plaudits, or popularity.
I don’t have to be right, first, recognized, praised,
regarded, or rewarded.

I now live by Faith, lean on His presence,
walk with patience.
I am uplifted by prayer, and labor with power.
My face is set, my gait is fast,
my goal is heaven.
My road is narrow, my way is rough,
my companions few, my Guide is reliable,
my mission is clear.

I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured,
lured away, divided or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,
hesitate in the presence of the adversary,
negotiate at the table with the enemy,
ponder at the pool of popularity,
or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed
up, stored up, and paid up for the cause of Christ.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all
know, and work till He stops me.  And when He returns for His Own, He will have no problem
recognizing me.  My Banner will be clear.

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it
is the power of GOD unto Salvation to every one
that believeth…” Romans 1:16.

Our Heroes(Also great for "Worshiping God" month)

Here's a hand to the boy who has courage
To do what he knows to be right;
When he falls in the way of temptation,
He has a hard battle to fight.

Who strives against self and his comrades
Will find a most powerful foe;
All honor to him if he conquers-
A cheer for the boy who says "No!"

There's many a battle fought daily
The world knows nothing about;
There's many a brave little soldier
Whose strength puts a legion to rout.

And he who fights sin single-handed
Is more of a hero, I say,
Than he who leads soldiers to battle,
And conquers by arms in the fray.

Be steadfast, my boy, when you're tempted
And do what you know to be right;
Stand firm by the colors of manhood,
And you will overcome in the fight.

"The Right" be your battle-cry ever,
In waging the warfare of life;
And God, who knows who are the heroes,
Will give you the strength for the strife.

~Phoebe Cary