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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 22:42:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Elizabeth's Journey</title><description /><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jim Chandler)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ElizabethsJourney" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="elizabethsjourney" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>jim@jimchandler.us</itunes:email><itunes:name>jim chandler</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>jim chandler</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Elizabeth's journey - a journal</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>Elizabeth's journey - a journal</itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Kids &amp; Family" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-725593259713812808</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T20:55:55.800-03:00</atom:updated><title>First Annual Baldwinsville Pan Can 5k Race</title><description>Many, many thanks to everyone who helped organize this event - it was a LOT of work, and you all did a wonderful job.  The weather was perfect, and the course took us all past Elizabeth's front porch.  I know she was there watching us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to the Three Musketeers, who conceived the race and made it all happen.  To Jamie, Rachael and Julie - you all made ET proud.  Great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RwwUIkRBbfI/AAAAAAAABaE/I3WAvc4gg1Q/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RwwUIkRBbfI/AAAAAAAABaE/I3WAvc4gg1Q/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119489013819993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the race results, recorded by Dave Beach from the Syracuse Track Club.  First, the overall result, followed by the results by age group.  Who knew that people could actually RUN 3.1 miles in 17 minutes?!  Without someone chasing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                The 1st Annual&lt;br /&gt;                           Pan Can 5K Run and Fun Walk&lt;br /&gt;                  Baldwinsville, New York   Septempber 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall Results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1   124 Juan Martinez                 Syracuse        NY  29   17:18   M &lt;br /&gt;    2   114 Nate Lull                     Gilbertsville   NY  22   18:24   M &lt;br /&gt;    3   118 Paul Van Geet                 Fulton          NY  41   21:42   M &lt;br /&gt;    4   126 David Swope                   Baldwinsville   NY  14   23:01   M &lt;br /&gt;    5   120 Jerry D'Huy                   Baldwinsville   NY  45   23:27   M &lt;br /&gt;    6   125 MaryAnn Boltus                Baldwinsville   NY  47   25:03   F &lt;br /&gt;    7    41 Robert Gariepy                Baldwinsville   NY  51   25:04   M &lt;br /&gt;    8    39 Patrick Gariepy               Baldwinsville   NY  21   25:34   M &lt;br /&gt;    9   123 Paul Retzbach                 N Syracuse      NY  35   26:00   M &lt;br /&gt;   10   105 Tony Turino                   Phoenix         NY  46   26:10   M &lt;br /&gt;   11   121 Gary Keisman                  Baldwinsville   NY  51   26:14   M &lt;br /&gt;   12    91 Joey Shaheen                  Baldwinsville   NY  14   26:51   M &lt;br /&gt;   13    64 Janice MacDonald              Cato            NY  43   28:03   F &lt;br /&gt;   14   115 Ed Landwersiek                Phoenix         NY  49   28:14   M &lt;br /&gt;   15     7 Nicole Barzee                 Baldwinsville   NY  24   29:30   F &lt;br /&gt;   16    60 Charlie Landon                Baldwinsville   NY  50   32:52   M &lt;br /&gt;   17   119 Carlton Highsmith             Middlebury      CT  56   32:53   M &lt;br /&gt;   18    29 Mary Dressel                  Baldwinsville   NY  48   33:02   F &lt;br /&gt;   19    57 Daniel Kelahan                Syracuse        NY  45   34:20   M &lt;br /&gt;   20    83 David Rodabough               Liverpool       NY  43   34:56   M &lt;br /&gt;   21    38 Kelly Gariepy                 Baldwinsville   NY  12   35:03   F &lt;br /&gt;   22    37 Kathy Gariepy                 Baldwinsville   NY  49   35:04   F &lt;br /&gt;   23    93 Austin Smith                  Baldwinsville   NY  13   36:24   M &lt;br /&gt;   24   122 James Johnson                 Baldwinsville   NY  53   38:02   M &lt;br /&gt;   25   117 Brittany Head                 Baldwinsville   NY  17   38:45   F &lt;br /&gt;   26   116 Brian Head                    Baldwinsville   NY  56   38:47   M &lt;br /&gt;   27    69 Charles Mitchell              Liverpool       NY  49   39:18   M &lt;br /&gt;   28    89 Candy Schmid                  Baldwinsville   NY  54   42:38   F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age Group Results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Females 14 And Under&lt;br /&gt;  21 Kelly Gariepy             Baldwinsville   NY     12   35:03 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Females 15 - 19&lt;br /&gt;  25 Brittany Head             Baldwinsville   NY     17   38:45 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Females 20 - 29&lt;br /&gt;  15 Nicole Barzee             Baldwinsville   NY     24   29:30 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Females 40 - 49&lt;br /&gt;  6 MaryAnn Boltus            Baldwinsville   NY     47   25:03 &lt;br /&gt;  13 Janice MacDonald          Cato            NY     43   28:03 &lt;br /&gt;  18 Mary Dressel              Baldwinsville   NY     48   33:02 &lt;br /&gt;  22 Kathy Gariepy             Baldwinsville   NY     49   35:04 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Females 50 - 59&lt;br /&gt;  28 Candy Schmid              Baldwinsville   NY     54   42:38 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Males 14 And Under &lt;br /&gt;  4 David Swope               Baldwinsville   NY     14   23:01 &lt;br /&gt;  12 Joey Shaheen              Baldwinsville   NY     14   26:51 &lt;br /&gt;  23 Austin Smith              Baldwinsville   NY     13   36:24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Males 20 - 29&lt;br /&gt;  1 Juan Martinez             Syracuse        NY     29   17:18 &lt;br /&gt;  2 Nate Lull                 Gilbertsville   NY     22   18:24 &lt;br /&gt;  8 Patrick Gariepy           Baldwinsville   NY     21   25:34 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Males 30 - 39&lt;br /&gt;  9 Paul Retzbach             N Syracuse      NY     35   26:00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Males 40 - 49&lt;br /&gt;  3 Paul Van Geet             Fulton          NY     41   21:42 &lt;br /&gt;  5 Jerry D'Huy               Baldwinsville   NY     45   23:27 &lt;br /&gt;  10 Tony Turino               Phoenix         NY     46   26:10 &lt;br /&gt;  14 Ed Landwersiek            Phoenix         NY     49   28:14 &lt;br /&gt;  19 Daniel Kelahan            Syracuse        NY     45   34:20 &lt;br /&gt;  20 David Rodabough           Liverpool       NY     43   34:56 &lt;br /&gt;  27 Charles Mitchell          Liverpool       NY     49   39:18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIV = Males 50 - 59&lt;br /&gt;  7 Robert Gariepy            Baldwinsville   NY     51   25:04 &lt;br /&gt;  11 Gary Keisman              Baldwinsville   NY     51   26:14 &lt;br /&gt;  16 Charlie Landon            Baldwinsville   NY     50   32:52 &lt;br /&gt;  17 Carlton Highsmith         Middlebury      CT     56   32:53 &lt;br /&gt;  24 James Johnson             Baldwinsville   NY     53   38:02 &lt;br /&gt;  26 Brian Head                Baldwinsville   NY     56   38:47&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-725593259713812808?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-annual-baldwinsville-pan-can-5k.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RwwUIkRBbfI/AAAAAAAABaE/I3WAvc4gg1Q/s72-c/girls.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-3738097780903224508</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T11:16:18.278-03:00</atom:updated><title>Elizabeth's video</title><description>This is the video shown at ET's funeral reception.  Thanks to Bobby for putting this together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWFDfoutRbA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWFDfoutRbA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-3738097780903224508?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/elizabeths-video.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWFDfoutRbA" length="938" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>This is the video shown at ET's funeral reception. Thanks to Bobby for putting this together! </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>jim chandler</itunes:author><itunes:summary>This is the video shown at ET's funeral reception. Thanks to Bobby for putting this together! </itunes:summary></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-4997754502607430415</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T22:18:45.032-03:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts on Elizabeth</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtSnyQLCdaI/AAAAAAAABZI/3_acijCwb40/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtSnyQLCdaI/AAAAAAAABZI/3_acijCwb40/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103888759494178210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I lied about the final two posts!  Someone forwarded to me a poem and some thoughts that they wanted to share, so here they are below.  Thanks for forwarding!  If anyone else has thoughts they want to share on the blog, please forward them to me at the contact address located on the right-hand column of this page.  I can post them anonymously or with credit.  Or, if you prefer, I can easily set you up to post directly on the blog yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to those who have called the 800- number to record thoughts on Elizabeth for the children.  What a wonderful gift!  I'll leave the number up and running for a while longer - please call if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t grieve for me,&lt;br /&gt;For now I’m free&lt;br /&gt;A friendship shared,&lt;br /&gt;A laugh, a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, these things &lt;br /&gt;I too will miss.&lt;br /&gt;Be not burdened&lt;br /&gt;With times of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My life’s been full,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve savored much,&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, good times,&lt;br /&gt;A loved one’s touch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my time&lt;br /&gt;Seemed all too brief;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lengthen it now&lt;br /&gt;With undue grief.&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hearts&lt;br /&gt;And share with me,&lt;br /&gt;God wanted me now;&lt;br /&gt;He set me free.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I truly feel that Elizabeth blessed us all yesterday with such a beautiful day to gather and honor her life.  Later in the evening, there was a stunning full bright moon and a clear sky.  I felt like that was her light shining down on all of us…as her final gift to us all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-4997754502607430415?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/message-for-elizabeth.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtSnyQLCdaI/AAAAAAAABZI/3_acijCwb40/s72-c/IMG_3315.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-8066094983656757901</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T01:51:32.581-03:00</atom:updated><title>A blog ends, a journey begins...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtOn2gLCdYI/AAAAAAAABY4/k7cDNfkfogY/s1600-h/IMG_3306+touched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtOn2gLCdYI/AAAAAAAABY4/k7cDNfkfogY/s320/IMG_3306+touched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607357531911554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we celebrated ET's life, said our final goodbyes, and let her go.  It was said at her service that her "journey" was never about her illness, but always about her faith.  That could not be more true.  She had strong faith and an unwavering value structure, and she lived her life true to those beliefs.  And now her faith has set her on an eternal path, and thus, her journey begins.  We are all of us on our own journey, but Elizabeth will be there with us, in our hearts, every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express how grateful I am, and how blessed I feel, to be a part of such a wonderful family.  Its been very difficult to lose two cherished sisters in just 10 months, but we've grown stronger and closer as a result.  And we all wish to express our heartfelt appreciation for the love and support that this extended community has provided to us.  You've all helped ease the pain of this difficult period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for only two more blog entries: one to post a link to the slideshow presented today at ET's reception, and one for Rachael's PanCan run.  Until then, I thank you all and wish you the very best on your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-8066094983656757901?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-ends-journey-begins.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtOn2gLCdYI/AAAAAAAABY4/k7cDNfkfogY/s72-c/IMG_3306+touched.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-3438999646637950367</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T02:49:28.740-03:00</atom:updated><title>Why?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtJluALCdWI/AAAAAAAABYo/NKEkHGV5oR8/s1600-h/et+greece+1+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtJluALCdWI/AAAAAAAABYo/NKEkHGV5oR8/s320/et+greece+1+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253168758879586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the question that kept running through my mind tonight as everyone gathered at ET's house to talk, laugh and exchange memories.  We sure did laugh a lot.  ET would have loved to have been in the thick of things tonight, with people milling all around her house.  At the bottom of all the talk and laughter though, is that nagging question - why?  Why take someone so beautiful through and through?  Someone so sincere and honest and caring?  Someone that gave so much to those around her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be difficult for sure.  Maybe the beginning of really starting to process it all.  They're going to play Amazing Grace at the service - Gawd, anything but that.  That song tears me up even without a funeral service to deal with.  But it was ET's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surreal to go through all the photos and prepare the poster boards.  So many memories.  And to see the recent photos, you got the sense that ET was just getting started - that her best was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtJl1gLCdXI/AAAAAAAABYw/1w5Aar_nWqU/s1600-h/et+greece+2+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtJl1gLCdXI/AAAAAAAABYw/1w5Aar_nWqU/s320/et+greece+2+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253297607898482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-3438999646637950367?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/why.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RtJluALCdWI/AAAAAAAABYo/NKEkHGV5oR8/s72-c/et+greece+1+edited.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-1191359695188014262</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T01:50:19.364-03:00</atom:updated><title>Memories of ET, II</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8ZVdCrbRI/AAAAAAAABYY/ai-IJ3LNcBg/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8ZVdCrbRI/AAAAAAAABYY/ai-IJ3LNcBg/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102324759197871378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In preparation for the services on Monday, I've been going through boxes and boxes of photographs.  So many memories.  When I think of Elizabeth, I always consider our heyday to be those early years in Hampton - romping up, down and around Palmer and Sicard streets: a whole pack of kids in scuffed up, hand-me-down or handmade clothes with popsicles in our mouths.  We'd be out the door at 8am and wouldn't come home 'til dark.  &lt;i&gt;Hm... now that I think of it, where the hell did we eat?  Geez, mom.&lt;/i&gt;  We had a black lab named Cindy that followed us and protected us wherever we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once that ET and I lusted after a neighbor's bicycle.  We found it in their backyard one day and simply rode it home, took it into the garage, and painted it.  Ours.  Done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8NmgEJb0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/v2R5hD2Sjrg/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8NmgEJb0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/v2R5hD2Sjrg/s320/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102311857927581506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In spite of my bad influence, my sister ET is, and always was, all that is chaste, proper and honorable.  She always did the right thing.  But she had that Chandler sense of humor (likely cultivated from an entire childhood of apparently eating nothing but popsicles), and she loved to pull a prank.  In my thirties, I was living and working in Washington, DC.  After Clinton was elected in 1992, ET came to visit over inaugural weekend with sister Pat and friends.  I was to meet them at the airport and drive them back to my place.  While I was at the rental car counter, ET and the girls ducked into the Women's bathroom to "freshen up".  Words cannot describe my horror as they all came strutting out of the bathroom dressed as prostitutes.  They were all over me, making quite a scene, and they noisily escorted me through National Airport, completely oblivious to the crowds staring at us.  Gawd they were relentless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8ZaNCrbSI/AAAAAAAABYg/68wnXeioOHA/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8ZaNCrbSI/AAAAAAAABYg/68wnXeioOHA/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102324840802250018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we drove through town, I recall at one point they rolled down the windows and flashed/mooned Senator Joe Biden as he rode to the Inaugural Ball in his limo.  Thankfully, he also has a sense of humor.  Anyway, I made the mistake of taking them to see my office downtown.  While ET kept me occupied, the rest of them went to the corner office and filled my boss's desk drawers, pencil holders and potted plants with tampons.  He had security cameras, but lacked a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET, I will miss your wonderful, playful sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-1191359695188014262?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/memories-of-et_24.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rs8ZVdCrbRI/AAAAAAAABYY/ai-IJ3LNcBg/s72-c/IMG_3294.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-7848537857565756738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T10:13:03.663-03:00</atom:updated><title>Hampton Beach</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsxpqQEJbyI/AAAAAAAABYI/Clhkrd8QTJo/s1600-h/hampton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsxpqQEJbyI/AAAAAAAABYI/Clhkrd8QTJo/s400/hampton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568652491714338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some questions about the passage used in ET's obituary - the final verse from JG Whittier's poem &lt;i&gt;Hampton Beach&lt;/i&gt;.  The poem is relevant for several reasons.  First, we grew up in Hampton, NH, and spent a great deal of time at Hampton Beach.  John Greenleaf Whittier also spent a lot of time in Hampton.  He was born in Haverhill, Ma., and lived there most of his life.  The Chandler family moved to Haverhill, Ma. when ET was 7 years old.  ET and I attended JG Whittier Elementary School in Haverhill.  Our grandparents ran a bakery in Haverhill, nearly directly across the street from Whittier's boyhood home.  Our grandfather illustrated a book of New England that was printed at Whitter Press.  So the connection with Whittier is a strong one for us.  I was touched by numerous passages from his poem on Hampton Beach, as they seem to deal with the issue of death, and its impact on how we live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of Great Boar's Head in Hampton Beach, circa 1860, by A. W. Fuller, reprinted here with permission from the town of Hampton, NH, Hampton Library.  I have many fond memories of this view, at the beach with Elizabeth and the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, in its entirety, is Whittier's poem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAMPTON BEACH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By John Greenleaf Whittier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The sunlight glitters keen and bright,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Where, miles away,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Lies stretching to my dazzled sight,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  A luminous belt, a misty light,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The tremulous shadow of the Sea!&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    Against its ground&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Still as a picture, clear and free,&lt;br /&gt;With varying outline mark the coast for miles around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  On -- on -- we tread with loose-flung rein&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Our seaward way,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Through dark-green fields and blossoming grain,&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane,&lt;br /&gt;And bends above our heads the flowering locust spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Ha ! like a kind hand on my brow&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Comes this fresh breeze,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Cooling its dull and feverish glow, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  While through my being seems to flow, &lt;br /&gt;The breath of a new life,, - the healing of the seas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Now rest we, where this grassy mound&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     His feet bath set&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  In the great waters, which have bound&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  His granite ankles greenly round&lt;br /&gt;With long and tangled moss, and weeds with cool spray wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Good by to pain and care! I take&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Mine ease to-day :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Here where these sunny waters break,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And ripples this keen breeze, I shake&lt;br /&gt;All burdens from the heart, all weary thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I draw a freer breath -- I seem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Like all I see --&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Waves in the sun -- the white-winged gleam&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Of sea-birds in the slanting beam --&lt;br /&gt;And far-off sails which flit before the south-wind free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  So when Time's veil shall fall asunder,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     The soul may know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  No fearful change, nor sudden wonder,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Nor sink the weight of mystery under,&lt;br /&gt;But with the upward rise, and with the vastness grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And all we shrink from now may seem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     No new revealing;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Familiar as our childhood's stream,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Or pleasant memory of a dream&lt;br /&gt;The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Serene and mild the untried light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     May have its dawning;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And, as in summer's northern night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The evening and the dawn unite,&lt;br /&gt;The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I sit alone ; in foam and spray&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     Wave after wave&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Shoulder the broken tide away,&lt;br /&gt;Or murmers hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  What heed I of the dusty land&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     And noisy town?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I see the mighty deep expand&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  From its white line of glimmering sand&lt;br /&gt;To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves shuts down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  In listless quietude of mind,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     I yield to all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The change of cloud and wave and wind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And passive on the flood reclined,&lt;br /&gt;I wander with the waves, and with them rise and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  But look, thou dreamer! -- wave and shore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     In shadow lie;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The night-wind warns me back once more&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  To where, my native hilltops o'er,&lt;br /&gt;Bends like an arch of fire glowing sunset sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  So then, beach, bluff, and wave, farewell !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;     I bear with me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  No token stone nor glittering shell,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  But long and oft shall Memory tell&lt;br /&gt;Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the Sea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-7848537857565756738?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/hampton-beach.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsxpqQEJbyI/AAAAAAAABYI/Clhkrd8QTJo/s72-c/hampton.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-6413172058487462717</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T16:32:49.681-03:00</atom:updated><title>ET's Obituary</title><description>Please view ET's obituary at &lt;a href="http://www.falardeaufh.com/obituaries/obit.php?id=2007-188"&gt;http://www.falardeaufh.com/obituaries/obit.php?id=2007-188&lt;/a&gt;.  It will appear in print in tomorrow's edition of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syracuse Post Standard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(www.syracuse.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Ann “ET” Tillery, age 47, Baldwinsville, NY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    So then, beach, bluff and wave, farewell!&lt;br /&gt;           I bear with me&lt;br /&gt;    No token stone nor glittering shell,&lt;br /&gt;    But long and oft shall Memory tell&lt;br /&gt;Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John Greenleaf Whittier, from the poem &lt;em&gt;Hampton Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:45 am on Monday, August 20, 2007, we bade farewell to a dear friend, a loving mother and cherished sister.  ET endured her painful illness with a strength and grace that inspires us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth’s journey began in Hampton, NH on March 29, 1960.  She paused in Haverhill, Ma. and Alexandria, Va., resting finally in Baldwinsville, NY.  Her path has touched the lives of so many, and she leaves an enduring legacy in her children, and in the loving memory of all who knew her.  Although our lives will never be the same, her touch has set us all on a better course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET is survived by her children, Rachael Tillery, Aaron Tillery, Brandon Smith and Austin Smith, all of Baldwinsville, NY; mother Marion Chandler, Baldwinsville, NY; sisters Patricia Nelson, Sanford, Me. and Jody Chandler, Maynard, Ma.; brothers Robert Chandler, Great Mills, Md., James Chandler, Highland, Md., and Michael Chandler, Portland, Or.; fiancé Michael Smith, Baldwinsville, NY.; numerous nieces, nephews and cousins, and countless friends and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, in life you taught us the value of kindness, honesty and humility.  In your passing you teach us the beauty of strength and grace.  May we all live our lives with the kindness that you’ve shown us, and leave this earth with the grace that you have borne.  Ever present in all our hearts, you will be long missed, never forgotten, always cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services will be held at 12:00 on Monday, August 27, at St. Mary’s of the Assumption Catholic Church, 47 Syracuse Street, Baldwinsville, NY, with interment at Riverview Cemetery, Baldwinsville.  Following interment, a reception for family and friends will be held at St. Mary’s, followed by a gathering at ET’s home in Baldwinsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Palliative Care Unit of St. Joseph’s Hospital in Syracuse, NY, or to Hospice Care of Central New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-6413172058487462717?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/ets-obituary.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-5668043438935832189</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T14:17:33.658-03:00</atom:updated><title>Memories of ET</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RssdVwEJbxI/AAAAAAAABYA/5LRfScC0DAA/s1600-h/PIC+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; border:0; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RssdVwEJbxI/AAAAAAAABYA/5LRfScC0DAA/s200/PIC+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101203262443974418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've retired ET's phone messaging system, and deleted all the messages you sent to her.  Thanks to everyone who sent them - what a smile they brought to her day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before shutting the system down completely, I thought it would be a useful way to record memories of her life.  Please call the number and share your memories of ET.  The recordings will be kept as gifts that ET's children Rachael, Aaron, Austin and Brandon can listen to over the years.  What an incredible way to help them understand the positive impact that their mother had on so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your instruction, I could also post your message on the website as a public testimonial to ET, and/or play your recording at ET's memorial service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please call the number and share your thoughts, say goodbye, or say whatever you'd like to say.  If you have specific instructions for your recording, you can email me at the contact address located on the right-hand column of this website's homepage.  For example, if you'd like to post your message on the website, and/or if you'd like to have your message played at ET's service, just let me know via email.  Otherwise, I'll just save them for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember that the messaging system gives you some very flexible menu options to help you get your message just the way you want it.  After recording your message, use menu option #3 to listen to your message before saving it.  You can also use menu option #4 to rerecord your message.  When you are done, just remember to press menu option #1 to save and deliver your message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks so much for all your support!&lt;br /&gt;--jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-5668043438935832189?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/memories-of-et.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RssdVwEJbxI/AAAAAAAABYA/5LRfScC0DAA/s72-c/PIC+010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-1175130106786914968</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-20T16:13:32.611-03:00</atom:updated><title>Donations</title><description>Later in life, Elizabeth became an avid gardner.  She loved her flowers.  I was amazed to see how she'd transformed her beautiful home with all her gardening.  However, in lieu of flowers, Elizabeth asked that donations be made to one of the following organizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palliative Care Unit, St. Joseph's Hospital&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make checks payable to &lt;b&gt;St. Joseph's Hospital Foundation/Palliative Care Unit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send to:&lt;br /&gt;Palliative Care Unit, c/o&lt;br /&gt;St. Joseph's Hospital Foundation&lt;br /&gt;973 James Street, Suite 250&lt;br /&gt;Syracuse, NY 13203-9907&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospice of Central New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To donate, visit their website at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.hospicecny.org/donate.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pancreatic Cancer Research&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To donate, visit their website at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;https://netcommunity.pancan.org/NETCOMMUNITY/SSLPage.aspx?&amp;pid=218&amp;srcid=178&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind consideration...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-1175130106786914968?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/donations.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-3813722142210199267</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-20T15:38:45.173-03:00</atom:updated><title>Together again</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsnIfwEJbtI/AAAAAAAABXg/AgVmvBXH6Ys/s1600-h/barb+and+et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsnIfwEJbtI/AAAAAAAABXg/AgVmvBXH6Ys/s400/barb+and+et.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828500777594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Austin, for your beautiful post.  You are right that she was a wonderful mother, wife, sister and friend.  She was a dear person who loved life and loved people and gave so much of herself to everyone she met.  I've spent an entire lifetime trying to be more like her.  You are so lucky to have had seven years so close to her.  She talked about you and Brandon a lot, and loved you both the same way she loved Rachael and Aaron, which is dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you all came to visit, I loved having you stay here at the house.  ET loved to be in the middle of things, and never was much for hotel rooms - she wanted to be where everyone else was, even if it meant sleeping on the porch with Hannah.  You all are welcome back here anytime.  You'll always be a special part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved your mom more than anything, and I can't describe how much I will miss her.  I know that you will too.  We can all take comfort that her suffering is over, and she is at peace with Barbara.  They are probably cooking up some practical joke to play on Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and Brandon and Rachael and Aaron - stay strong and do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--uncle jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-3813722142210199267?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/together-again.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsnIfwEJbtI/AAAAAAAABXg/AgVmvBXH6Ys/s72-c/barb+and+et.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-618058066836214245</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-20T13:32:33.377-03:00</atom:updated><title>Her Journey Ends...:(</title><description>Elizabeth has passed away today early morning at 2:45 AM. She was a dear mother, dear friend, and dear wife. She made me and my brother have another loving mother while our mom moved away form us. She payed for all those trips to Darien Lake Theme Park. She was always right there when you needed her. Now she can rest in peace, with her sister Barbara, and she can run whenever she wants too. All I can say is that I love you, Elizabeth. I will miss you very much. Say hello to Barabara for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to the following family members:&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jodie&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Mary Augustus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-618058066836214245?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/her-journey-ends_20.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-2609818761338324957</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T18:52:18.057-03:00</atom:updated><title>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><description>Well, today Elizabeth has been eating again, but she wanted McDonalds! :D I had my first ride on my Dad's lawn mower today and I did a good job. I just wish Elizabeth was standing out there to view out my progress. We also had a "maid" come in today and do the chores...we are so greatful to have people come over here and help out. Special thanks to Aunt Jodie, Unlce Jimmy, and Unlce Bobby for all of your support. Again, thank you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-2609818761338324957?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-day-another-dollar.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-2251866250722162183</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T10:23:43.169-03:00</atom:updated><title>Riding for ET</title><description>I hope you enjoy watching Tim Smith's video of the PMC.  I think he captured the sheer magnitude of the incredible efforts of so many people.  Although each is uniquely inspired, and each has their own story to tell, they all bond together toward the common goal of fighting back against cancer.  ET was among their number last year, and was there in spirit this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be there again next year, and I hope you will too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDKW7zUTUKE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDKW7zUTUKE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBYHC4iM4gQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBYHC4iM4gQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWLtWCulGqI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWLtWCulGqI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-2251866250722162183?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/riding-for-et.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDKW7zUTUKE" length="929" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>I hope you enjoy watching Tim Smith's video of the PMC. I think he captured the sheer magnitude of the incredible efforts of so many people. Although each is uniquely inspired, and each has their own story to tell, they all bond together toward the common</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>jim chandler</itunes:author><itunes:summary>I hope you enjoy watching Tim Smith's video of the PMC. I think he captured the sheer magnitude of the incredible efforts of so many people. Although each is uniquely inspired, and each has their own story to tell, they all bond together toward the common goal of fighting back against cancer. ET was among their number last year, and was there in spirit this year. She'll be there again next year, and I hope you will too... </itunes:summary></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-3654587272363183715</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T00:44:19.617-03:00</atom:updated><title>It just ain't right</title><description>I'm not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsZrAwEJbsI/AAAAAAAABXY/_DMcHEOMZP8/s1600-h/mom+boxes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsZrAwEJbsI/AAAAAAAABXY/_DMcHEOMZP8/s400/mom+boxes+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099881288690134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-3654587272363183715?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-just-aint-right.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsZrAwEJbsI/AAAAAAAABXY/_DMcHEOMZP8/s72-c/mom+boxes+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-6131416319966990495</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T00:43:22.383-03:00</atom:updated><title>Roughing it</title><description>I'm afraid our ET has been having a rough time of it these past few days.  Its really been like a rollercoaster - now she's up, now she's down.  Right now, she's down.  Its tough to talk, to eat, to just breathe.  Bt she's a fighter.  She's doing a lot of listening.  When you're in the room talking, assuming that she's out of it, she'll smile at something you say.  So you'd better be saying nice things, or next time she's up, you'll pay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-6131416319966990495?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/roughing-it.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-1928524892503828858</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-16T12:21:56.661-03:00</atom:updated><title>Team Chandler - PMC Ride a success!</title><description>Thanks to the spirit and dedication of Tim Smith, Caitlin Moore and Jeff Moore, Team Chandler has raised more than eight thousand dollars for cancer research through the Dana Farber Institute.  Thanks so much guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZgcvmkkaf4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZgcvmkkaf4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from Tim Smith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Supporters -     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, but Wow! 5000 cyclists and 2500 volunteers came together for 2 days. Our mission: to raise funds and help those suffering from cancer's devastating effects. How did we do? To date my overall fund raising goal including pledges, stands at over eight thousand dollars - a worthy and humble contribution towards the PMC goal of 28 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many wonderful memories made in two days. Besides the typical sore legs and a few hot spots from the saddle, no injuries to report. The opening ceremonies on Friday night tugged at the heart strings of everyone attending - poignantly sending the message that the work we are doing is important AND is making a difference. Saturdays ride was hot, hot, hot, and I readily admit that discretion was the better part of valor as I covered the first 60 miles at a moderate pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 40 miles were spent with a fellow rider - taking turns facing the wind and urging each other to push ahead. Day two brought cooler weather and, as promised - I "rode my ass off" - taking the lead in many pace lines and enduring some of the physical pain that brings with it a sense of accomplishment and cathartic connection with those facing the far greater challenge of enduring cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the riders I will never see again - but for two days, we were a unified team pulling together for a common goal. The cheering stations along the route, particularly the children extending their hands for high-fives were a constant reminder that all of us benefit from support and encouragement in whatever endeavors we pursue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on the weekend journey three things come to mind. First, I feel incredibly honored to have so many wonderful friends, family, and colleagues who emotionally support me and financially give to this important cause! With over $8,000 raised we are closing in on the $10,000 goal! Second I am so very proud of Elizabeth Tillery who inspired me to ride and has been incredibly strong, courageous, and optimistic as she faces her own journey. Third, as much as I like the idea of taking a break from training, I'm thrilled to say I am committing to ride again in 2008 and would love to bring more people along. So please contact me if you or someone you know is interested! And if cycling for a weekend in August isn't your cup of tea, no worries, I'll still need lots of donors and volunteer opportunities with this extraordinary event abound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come away from this weekend with a renewed trust and optimism in the human spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you for your generous support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributions can be made until October 1 at the following link:&lt;br /&gt;link: http://www.pmc.org/mypmc/profiles.asp?eGiftID=TS0104&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-1928524892503828858?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/team-chandler-pmc-ride-success.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZgcvmkkaf4" length="944" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Thanks to the spirit and dedication of Tim Smith, Caitlin Moore and Jeff Moore, Team Chandler has raised more than eight thousand dollars for cancer research through the Dana Farber Institute. Thanks so much guys! Letter from Tim Smith: August 15, 2007 De</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>jim chandler</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Thanks to the spirit and dedication of Tim Smith, Caitlin Moore and Jeff Moore, Team Chandler has raised more than eight thousand dollars for cancer research through the Dana Farber Institute. Thanks so much guys! Letter from Tim Smith: August 15, 2007 Dear Friends and Supporters - What can I say, but Wow! 5000 cyclists and 2500 volunteers came together for 2 days. Our mission: to raise funds and help those suffering from cancer's devastating effects. How did we do? To date my overall fund raising goal including pledges, stands at over eight thousand dollars - a worthy and humble contribution towards the PMC goal of 28 million. There were many wonderful memories made in two days. Besides the typical sore legs and a few hot spots from the saddle, no injuries to report. The opening ceremonies on Friday night tugged at the heart strings of everyone attending - poignantly sending the message that the work we are doing is important AND is making a difference. Saturdays ride was hot, hot, hot, and I readily admit that discretion was the better part of valor as I covered the first 60 miles at a moderate pace. The last 40 miles were spent with a fellow rider - taking turns facing the wind and urging each other to push ahead. Day two brought cooler weather and, as promised - I "rode my ass off" - taking the lead in many pace lines and enduring some of the physical pain that brings with it a sense of accomplishment and cathartic connection with those facing the far greater challenge of enduring cancer. Many of the riders I will never see again - but for two days, we were a unified team pulling together for a common goal. The cheering stations along the route, particularly the children extending their hands for high-fives were a constant reminder that all of us benefit from support and encouragement in whatever endeavors we pursue. Reflecting on the weekend journey three things come to mind. First, I feel incredibly honored to have so many wonderful friends, family, and colleagues who emotionally support me and financially give to this important cause! With over $8,000 raised we are closing in on the $10,000 goal! Second I am so very proud of Elizabeth Tillery who inspired me to ride and has been incredibly strong, courageous, and optimistic as she faces her own journey. Third, as much as I like the idea of taking a break from training, I'm thrilled to say I am committing to ride again in 2008 and would love to bring more people along. So please contact me if you or someone you know is interested! And if cycling for a weekend in August isn't your cup of tea, no worries, I'll still need lots of donors and volunteer opportunities with this extraordinary event abound. I come away from this weekend with a renewed trust and optimism in the human spirit. Thank-you for your generous support! Yours Truly, Tim Contributions can be made until October 1 at the following link: link: http://www.pmc.org/mypmc/profiles.asp?eGiftID=TS0104</itunes:summary></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-508588915305052938</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T18:01:00.296-03:00</atom:updated><title>Strength, in numbers...</title><description>This family is loaded with strong women.  Here are two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsNpUP71KhI/AAAAAAAABV0/S8LqlgVRmm8/s1600-h/image17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsNpUP71KhI/AAAAAAAABV0/S8LqlgVRmm8/s400/image17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099034999709313554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made me happier - ET coming home, or Mom watching it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-508588915305052938?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/strenght-in-numbers.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsNpUP71KhI/AAAAAAAABV0/S8LqlgVRmm8/s72-c/image17.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-754762305741908924</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T12:39:11.233-03:00</atom:updated><title>Nurse Mary</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_omt6t0pogt8/RsL77Dgtc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_CRnem6Fxk/s1600-h/DSC05792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914720110179234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_omt6t0pogt8/RsL77Dgtc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_CRnem6Fxk/s400/DSC05792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed, 15 August, 2007 (Day 2 @ home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is so happy to finally be back home again. In addition to visits by several close friends today, we had a surprise visit from Mom's close friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nurse Mary",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who until yesterday, was relatively unknown to any of us. We thought that she was only acting, but found out later that she really is a nurse who acts for a mortgage broker company during the daytime in order to maintain professional privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom also had a very special visit yesterday from Chaplain David Pasinski. A wondlerful man who is the Senior Chaplain from the local Hospice Care Organization.  We are so blessed to have him on our team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin/uncle Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-754762305741908924?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/wed-15-august-2007-day-2-home-mom-is-so.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_omt6t0pogt8/RsL77Dgtc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_CRnem6Fxk/s72-c/DSC05792.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-6683342475213123487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T11:30:17.606-03:00</atom:updated><title>Section 1-8 - We Miss You</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsG8cf71KdI/AAAAAAAABVk/ztxRal04cbM/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsG8cf71KdI/AAAAAAAABVk/ztxRal04cbM/s400/image2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098563450954918354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff in Section 1-8 at St. Josephs are some of the finest, most sincere and caring people I've ever met.  Every one of them gave 100% of themselves to ET and the family.  What a great group of caring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ET was preparing for her departure, they came into the room wearing Hawaiian leis and funky sunglasses, plugged in a boom box and danced for ET.  It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-6683342475213123487?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/section-1-8-we-miss-you.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/RsG8cf71KdI/AAAAAAAABVk/ztxRal04cbM/s72-c/image2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-8427013113452490086</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T10:18:52.201-03:00</atom:updated><title>IT JUST ISN'T THE SAME...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_llJy4JV6UGU/RsGrP4JjSbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v-9KMsVfJoc/s1600-h/ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098544542418946482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_llJy4JV6UGU/RsGrP4JjSbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v-9KMsVfJoc/s400/ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you've gone and done it Elizabeth. The relationship that Haagen Dazs 'Extra Rich Light' (bit of an oxymoron there isn't it?) vanilla bean ice cream and I used to have - is gone. Kaput! It's just not as good without you in the bed next to me and we're chomping down at least a half pint each. I guess I'm just going to have to get my butt back to Syracuse so I can continue this fine relationship that Vanilla Bean and I have had for the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-8427013113452490086?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-just-isnt-same.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_llJy4JV6UGU/RsGrP4JjSbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v-9KMsVfJoc/s72-c/ice+cream.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-6085979985534366719</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T21:27:23.323-03:00</atom:updated><title>ET's House of Guests</title><description>Today, ET got home quite nicely. Helping her move was our neighbor, John Triyniski, and she is very thankfull to have such support. Also, John's daughter...and my 4th grade teacher =P, Sue Allen, gave us some food and has planned a week course meal for us, so that's good! We also got a visit from Elizabeth's friends Cherie &amp;amp; Bradd Walker. We would like to thank you for stopping by and giving us and especially ET for your strong support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-6085979985534366719?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/ets-house-of-guests.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-2876844443945629433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T13:21:04.298-03:00</atom:updated><title>ET Comes Home</title><description>Welcome to my first post. I'm ET's son Austin Smith. I'm here to inform you that ET's room is finally up and reading for her arrival. Guests are welcome at our house anytime, but just beware of the oxygen tank. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost on her way, along with Uncle Jimmy. I'll post pictures of her in her "new" room later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-2876844443945629433?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/et-comes-home.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-8681122215497328420</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-12T19:28:31.796-03:00</atom:updated><title>Room Sweet Room</title><description>Michael has been hard at work making things just right for ET to come home - he's created a real nice space for her hospital bed, complete with privacy curtain and wall-mounted television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Jfv71KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/s5O4SKp30H8/s1600-h/IMG_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Jfv71KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/s5O4SKp30H8/s400/IMG_3211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097944481743055298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Jbf71KbI/AAAAAAAABVU/fRM6hG-sg-o/s1600-h/IMG_3210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Jbf71KbI/AAAAAAAABVU/fRM6hG-sg-o/s400/IMG_3210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097944408728611250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-JVf71KaI/AAAAAAAABVM/8tnr5mNenSM/s1600-h/IMG_3209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-JVf71KaI/AAAAAAAABVM/8tnr5mNenSM/s400/IMG_3209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097944305649396130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-8681122215497328420?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/room-sweet-room.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Jfv71KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/s5O4SKp30H8/s72-c/IMG_3211.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682907797290094088.post-4382140475744072172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T09:19:41.713-03:00</atom:updated><title>Home Sweet Home</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IlP71KZI/AAAAAAAABVE/VJWvGl11GUU/s1600-h/IMG_3219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IlP71KZI/AAAAAAAABVE/VJWvGl11GUU/s400/IMG_3219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943476720707986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Ief71KYI/AAAAAAAABU8/feWDvEBLX4k/s1600-h/IMG_3218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Ief71KYI/AAAAAAAABU8/feWDvEBLX4k/s400/IMG_3218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943360756590978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IYP71KXI/AAAAAAAABU0/oIhz4EX0JvY/s1600-h/IMG_3216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IYP71KXI/AAAAAAAABU0/oIhz4EX0JvY/s400/IMG_3216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943253382408562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IPP71KWI/AAAAAAAABUs/3TOVDjrGrfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IPP71KWI/AAAAAAAABUs/3TOVDjrGrfQ/s400/IMG_3215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943098763585890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IDv71KVI/AAAAAAAABUk/V5OuYYQkZbM/s1600-h/IMG_3214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IDv71KVI/AAAAAAAABUk/V5OuYYQkZbM/s400/IMG_3214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097942901195090258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-H4v71KUI/AAAAAAAABUc/s9Hl7MKej3w/s1600-h/IMG_3213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-H4v71KUI/AAAAAAAABUc/s9Hl7MKej3w/s400/IMG_3213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097942712216529218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Hxf71KTI/AAAAAAAABUU/XYjPrGm9xgk/s1600-h/IMG_3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-Hxf71KTI/AAAAAAAABUU/XYjPrGm9xgk/s400/IMG_3212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097942587662477618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still on schedule for tomorrow, sometime around 12 o'clock  -ish.  I was back at the house today and I just marvel at what ET has done with her house - its so cozy and homey.  Everywhere you look the house says &lt;b&gt;"E T"&lt;/b&gt; - it needs her back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these pictures show work that she did while undergoing chemotherapy for the first diagnosis, months ago.  Talk about a trooper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682907797290094088-4382140475744072172?l=etjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://etjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-home.html</link><author>jim@jimchandler.us (jim chandler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fMVsp5kyiFg/Rr-IlP71KZI/AAAAAAAABVE/VJWvGl11GUU/s72-c/IMG_3219.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language></channel></rss>

