Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Our Penn State Story

When I turn my computer on, it opens up with a wallpaper picture of my four kids and two of their spouses. It was taken about two years ago at a Second Mile function in Reading, Pa. to raise money for The Second Mile. The event was structured around honoring my husband and son as one of a few father and son legacies who both played football at Penn State under Joe Paterno. All of our kids made it a point to come to this dinner, not only to see their dad and brother honored, but also to show their Penn State Pride by being part of an organization that is devoted to helping thousands of Pennsylvania’s kids in need of a chance to lead better lives.
This picture brings back good memories of an evening well spent in the company of fellow Penn Staters and supporters of the Second Mile. I say in the company of “fellow” Penn Staters because my three daughters, son, son-in-law, and daughter-in-law all graduated from my husband and my alma mater. We have always enjoyed functions like this because there is a particular atmosphere that all of us who bleed “blue and white” like to be part of. After all, part of our collective identity is tied to the university that helped shape us.
But today, when I looked at that picture it also reminded that on the very night this picture was taken our family was seated at a table with the founder of the Second Mile, Jerry Sandusky.  And unless you have been in a coma the past few days, you understand why I started this paragraph with the word “but”. Two years ago, I had the utmost respect for this man and his years of tireless efforts on behalf of the children of the Second Mile. But today, I am saddened, confused, angry, sickened, and disappointed by the horrific allegations reported against him, and the prominent leaders of our University.
I am not offering my opinion on this matter because it doesn’t matter what I think, but I am choosing to believe our legal systems “due process” will prevail. So my energy will be spent on remembering the victims and their families by praying that they will receive God’s healing and be able to move forward with their lives. I pray that they will live their lives in such a way as to inspire others. I pray that these families will operate in faith and believe God can turn that which was meant for evil and harm into something good. I thank God for one of my favorite verses from the Bible that says, “We are more than conquerors” (Romans 8:37) and I pray for all those involved to come to understand these words personally. Finally, if you are reading this I ask that you join me in praying for all persons involved in this situation.    
As a member of the “Penn State family”, I felt compelled to write about this because I have always been proud to belong to such an upstanding group of people. But, like many of you I am trying to sort this out and put into perspective just who “we are”.
  I have been reading stuff about people being embarrassed to wear their Penn State apparel or even tell others where they go to school. I have heard that many are worried about the impact of this on the reputation of Penn State. I also entertain some of those same thoughts and this is where I am going to give you my opinion and tell you that I still believe “we are” a unique group made up of mainly “good people” who do good things for the greater good of all. If that weren’t so, we wouldn’t be so shocked with these events that have rocked our Penn State world.
Yes, Penn State will have scars from this, but I learned a long time ago that scars heal over time and the scar tissue left behind is stronger and has more character than what was originally there. So first and foremost, we must continue to pray for the real victims, (because we are not the victims here,) and it is our duty to help them in any way we can individually and collectively. Then as alumni, we must reaffirm the values of honor, dignity, accountability and respect for all persons, because Penn State is an” institution” that is not greater than the “people” who comprise it.
I know Penn State has a moral compass and will learn from this and do what is right.  And, as a graduate, with strong ties to this place, I will do my part to help Penn State regain the “love and loyalty” we sing about in our alma mater. In case you want to know, for me, there are so many reasons why I am still Penn State proud even in light of these disturbing accusations. Let me share my family’s story:
In my family, from the time my kids were young, there was never any question about where they wanted to attend college. One by one they went off to be educated at the only university they ever wanted to be part of: Penn State. They went there to get a world class education and learn how to become productive citizens in all areas of their lives. They went there to experience the same traditions that my husband and I were part of during our college years spent there. They went there to be part of Thon, the largest student run philanthropic organization in the country. They went there to help build and participate in another student run organization, Uplifting Athletes. They went there to do internships with the Second Mile. They went there to be part of the Greek System, the track team, the equestrian team, and the hockey team. They went there to be part of the football program that built the University into what it is today. And upon graduating from Penn State, they all became members of the largest dues paying alumni group in the world. But most of all, they went to Penn State to develop relationships with people that will last a lifetime and be part of their Penn State family. So for my own family, “We are … Penn State” and proud by how we have been positively affected by our affiliation and experiences with this University.
Below are links to other peoples written expression of their feelings about this:





Monday, November 7, 2011

The Gulf National Seashore and More

When I visit somewhere I like to stay long enough not only to see the tourist attractions, but also to begin to get a feel for the culture of the area by uncovering the not so obvious charm. 

  For several weeks this fall, I visited The Gulf National Seashore near Pensacola, Florida. This National Seashore is listed as one of the top ten National Seashores in the country http://www.coastalliving.com/travel/top-10/top-10-national-seashores-lakeshores-00400000000404/.

 It is no accident so many people come here because what you see are miles of magnificent fine, white sand and emerald green, glistening water that really creates one of those “wow” moments. I had been to this area before, but had not stayed in the Fort Pickens Campground which is located on Santa Rosa Island; a barrier island between the Gulf of Mexico and Pensacola Bay.

 As I soon learned, Fort Pickens is one of those “secret destinations” that all journeys have but require time spent uncovering the more obscure parts. What I thought was just a nice trip to a barrier island turned out to be that and much more.


On our drive through the Gulf National Seashore area heading to Fort Pickens Campground, I was so impressed to see such a pristine natural coastline and equally impressed with this preserved piece of our American history because to be perfectly honest; I had no idea what Fort Pickens was other than the name of the campground located on this narrow piece of real estate. (Actually the fort was named after Revolutionary War hero General Andrew Pickens, as I later learned.)

The road to the campground is about five miles long and very scenic. This narrow road and a sand beach on either side are all that separate the Gulf of Mexico from the Pensacola Bay.  There is plenty of evidence that the wind blows a lot of sand onto the road because there are large mounds of white sugary sand heaped up along the road like piles of snow from a giant Nor`easter. On one side of the road are lots of tall, bare trees with branches that look like birds standing on the ends of them. (During our stay, I spent alot of time trying to decide whether there was really a bird sitting there or not. Most of the time "not".) Later, we learned these were dead pine trees that didn’t survive one of the hurricanes that surged the Gulf of Mexico over this island. Glad I wasn’t here then, but so glad to have the opportunity to visit now. 


About halfway to the campground, I realize this area houses a “real fort” with “bunkers” or “batteries” peeking out from behind small hills covered with dirt and sand.  Not much of them are exposed and there are several of them on the island. Some have large, visible doors to enter from the front, others present nothing from the road side except a lookout on top that once held a giant cannon; more evidence that this area is much more than a scenic coast.


At our campsite, we set our motor home up for what would end up being a 44 day stay. Afterward, I set off for my “adventure run” because I learn a lot about my surroundings on these runs. This is one of my favorite things to do when I am in a new area. Our campground neighbors told me to take a trail from the campground to the end of Santa Rosa Island. So about a mile and a half run down a nice, sand packed trail, I found the main part of Fort Pickens complete with a wall surrounding it. It was so amazing to see these well-preserved remnants of our American history just sitting there on the end of this picturesque island.

To get a better view, I climbed the wall and ran the perimeter of the fort which is surrounded on three sides by the bay, the harbor, and the gulf. What a view! Not only of the water, but also of the many structures that make up this large fort. I knew I wanted to learn more about this place so I located the visitor’s center and found out there is a free tour every day at 2:00 pm, guided by a park ranger.


After watching what would be one of many gorgeous sunsets I would view here, I drug myself back to the trail and ran back to the motorhome to let Mick know about the hidden gem I found at the end of Santa Rosa Island.


The tour and history of Fort Pickens next... hope to see you "there".


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Welcome to "Somewhere With Sue"

Hello and welcome to my new blog somewherewithsue@blogspot.com.  I created this blog to document my travels, photos, family life, and write about my random thoughts on things I find interesting on my journey through life. For me random thoughts usually involve: people I meet, sports, wine, knitting, running, Ruger, Jagger, Miley, Zoe, happy hour, books, movies, food, things that inspire me, and other “important stuff”. I also like to occasionally give my opinion on “hot topics”. So thanks for checking in and hope you enjoy going “somewhere with me”.
This is not my first go round with blogging. For a season, I wrote about my travels to all the Big Ten schools I visited to watch my son and Penn State play football.  This was a wonderful way for me to record my son’s senior year in college and his journey as a football player at Penn State.  He has now graduated and gone on to play professional football. I ended that blog psuprideoflions@blogspot.com  with the 2010 NFL draft where he became a member of the Minnesota Vikings.
Since that time lots of life has passed by. My favorite football player has moved away from home, changed teams, got married, got hurt playing football and is currently rehabbing his injury.  As soon as he is completely healed he will be heading to a new team.
Our three lovely daughters are all finally living on their own, in different states, and working on their various careers. We have two teachers and one working on a second degree in nursing. Our family has also grown to include our son-in-law and daughter-in-law and three very special “grand” dogs.
 But wow…after thirty-two years of organized chaos with our four kids, my husband and I find ourselves with an “empty nest”.  At one point in my life, I would have shouted “Yippee” to have some alone time. But the day we came back home after dropping our last daughter off in Texas, and walked into our BIG, EMPTY, SILENT house, I was surprised with the sad, nostalgic feeling that overcame me.
No more messy tables full of book bags, gym bags, and computers. No more trying to listen to four people talk all at once. No more scurring around to fix dinner after late sports practices only to be told "I don't like that." No more homework battles or struggles getting everyone off to bed at a reasonable hour let alone trying to get them up in the morning. And I could go on and on ....but what struck me the most was no immediate need for mom and dad! I should be happy right?


Well not sure how I feel about all this new found freedom yet, but to make this long story shorter, this is how I arrived here on my second blog. It will not only be my place to document my photos and travels, but it will also be my therapy of sorts. Along with a good run, some knitting needles and a little conscious sedation (wine), I think I will be o.k.


                                                      
 Hope you will join me...


                                                           "SOMEWHERE"