Extraordinary, Ordinary People: A Memoir of Family by Condolezza Rice

I have admired Condolezza Rice for many years. I was always impressed by her grace and intelligence in one of the toughest jobs in government – the National Security Advisor. When I heard she had written a memoir, I have to admit I dismissed it at first. Everyone in politics seems to be writing a “tell all” book that guarantees the inside dirt on Washington. Fame for the cost of trashing friends, coworkers and allies. I was had always hoped she would not stoop to that depth. I finally took up the courage to listen to this book when I saw that she read it herself. I think this is the best book I have enjoyed this year. Perhaps it should be required reading.

Ms. Rice grew up in Birmingham, Alabama at the height of the Civil Rights era. She experienced the hate and prejudice first hand. This memoir of her parents showed how she was able to rise and become the woman she is today. I started thinking this was a book about Ms. Rice. I was mistaken. This is a tribute to her parents, Angelena and John Rice. This is the story of raising a family in the racially divided South prior to and during desegregation.

I won’t go into the stories she presents. You need to experience them for yourself. They are engaging, gripping and ordinary. These were plain folk, raising their daughter the best way they knew. It is a story of sacrifice for children not often heard today. Yet, I believe it is a tribute to all the parents who do an extraordinary job of raising their children without fanfare, while the dysfunctional families get their own reality TV show. The Rice’s were the kind of family next door who are there for a cup of sugar or a listening ear. Their greatest tribute is the phenomenal success of their daughter.

I grew up just after desegregation and in nearly all-white Idaho. I didn’t experience racial discrimination. My parents taught me not to judge anyone by their skin color. I had no concept of what it was like for blacks in the South. I found myself crying in shame and pain while reading her descriptions of life in Birmingham. I appreciate the education she gave me without instilling hate or anger herself.

I understand she is writing an additional memoir of her time in politics. This book ends with the death of her parents, just as she is accepting the NSA job for the Bush White House. I wanted to know more of her thoughts on this time and can hardly wait. I hope she stays true to her style and provides another great read. Truly a wonderful lady, thanks to her extraordinary, ordinary parents. This is how every family should be.

 

No, it really isn't this small...

When we moved to Utah this year, we moved into a house much smaller than we had in Boise. On paper, it is bigger, but the basement is unfinished, but it is only used for storage. At first, it felt cramped and we all complained. Now, well, sometimes less is more.

We noticed tonight we spend more time together as a family. Sure, there are times when we all drift off to our respective bedrooms. However, there are times where everyone congregates together. We may not even talk to each other, but there is something about just being around each other than feels good.

A couple weeks ago we made a new rule that has distrupted our lives some. We decided the upstairs, where all the bedrooms are located, is a computer free zone. We used to all huddle in our rooms with our laptops. We didn’t see each other much. Now we sit around the table or living room with our computers together. And we talk more, too. We discuss what we are reading, ask for tips to find something faster or show each other dumb movie clips on YouTube.  The distance has also encouraged us to do other, quieter things upstairs, such as read, talk and just sit and think. It is a little oasis from the turmoil of life.

So, as we look for a house to purchase, we are starting to see things with different eyes. Smaller houses are becoming more attractive. The smaller space we use to think we couldn’t live in is now inviting and cozy. Think of all the associated savings, too. Of course the mortgage is smaller, as is the insurance, heating and cooling costs and other utility bills. When spring comes, we may even get out of the house more. Added exercise!

What else have you noticed where smaller is better and less is more? What experiences led you to this discovery? What have been the benefits? Downfalls? Please share your thoughts in the comments.

 

FrontOur house is for sale and that means we get interruptions by real estate agents wanting to show the house to a potential buyer. Don’t get me wrong. We love the agents! We want more of them. Bring all your clients! We want an offer, please! However, each time the phone rings, we all stiffen just a little.

When we get ‘the call’, as we did tonight for a showing tomorrow morning, everyone has to drop their plans and clean. The kids are especially getting tired of it and I don’t blame them. It is tough keeping your room pristine every day of the week. It is like you never get to really live in your house anymore.

It isn’t that we are slobs and it takes hours and hours to get the house ready. It is just an unplanned inconvenience. It takes about a hour to straighten all the rooms, clean all the bathrooms, vacuum all the floors and clean up the kitchen. When we all work together, though, it goes more quickly. Many hands make light work. Thanks, kids!

The lesson is to enlist help when there is a lot of work to do. Offer to help someone else. It doesn’t need to just be family. I saw my neighbor roofing his shed a few months ago. I grabbed my hammer and went over. It was fun. I got to know him better in one hour of roofing than 6 years of living next door. Yes, I banged my thumb and ripped my pants, but it was worth it. Service always is because it generally comes back when you need it most.

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