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Thursday, May 8, 2008
9:25:17 AM EDT
Feeling Quiet
Assorted Things
Hello, all! Blaze had her colt yesterday morning, before daybreak! It's a girl. Looks just like her mama; brown with black mane and tail. Pete says he's gonna call her Precious because "Oh, she's precious!" is the first thing both Hannah and I said when we saw her. I'll try to rope Bubba into taking a picture with his cell phone.
Nat over at Interface is asking all AOL bloggers to post a link to thier favorite summer entry. And that we post a link to our funniest entry. So look them up and help her out.
This week is Teacher Appreciation Week. My children have both been blessed with good, caring teachers. I can't remember a "bad" one. Some were tougher, some were easier, but they all seemed to teach them well. Of course, now only Bug has teachers. Hers this year seem to have helped her excell to be her very best. Hats off to Ms. Jill Powell and Ms. Laura Kelley!
 May 6th-12th is also Nurse Appreciation Week. I want to spotlight one very special nurse. My nephew. Anyone who has been in ICU at St. Elizabeth Hospital has most likely had some interaction with this caring, knowledgable, warm and humorous young man. Robert Clayon Puntes. I have often heard others speaking of their time there and when remembering this blonde haired male nurse, they had only good things to say.
He's a real country boy. All into the hunting and the fishing. Two beautiful little girls for he and his wife. I remember the day Sarah brought him home from the hospital. Mama, Daddy and I had driven down to pick them up. Sarah was holding him on one side of the car in the backseat. I was against the other door and suddenly through a crack in the diaper a stream started to splatter against the door panel by me! LOL We all had a lot to learn about little boy babies.
He and his sister, Holly, lost their mom at way too early an age. I remember Clay went through a time of stuttering. The family would help him calm down and slow down when he spoke. Finally he out grew it. And look what he went on to become!
I don't see any where near enough of either of them. Their work schedules and mine. Living on seperate sides of town. But I'm proud of how each of them turned out. Holly has proven to take after her mama, being smart as a whip with numbers and successful in the business world.
So, Clay, and all the wonderful nurses I have known, I hope you know how important and appreciated you are.
Thanks to Sugar for her special effort to create a male nurse tag!
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
2:25:40 PM EDT
Feeling Hopeful
Hearing Ain't Too Proud to Beg - the Temps!
De ja Vu?!
Funny how much things stay the same. Three years ago on a May Sunday I was doing the same thing I'm doing today. Frying Catfish, hushpuppies and tators for dinner.
Here's a recipe you definately need to have!: Aunt Billie's Hush Puppies
Hsting, Jihomoravsky Kraj Czech Republic 5,470 miles from Caneyhead..............SALUTE!!!!!
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
4:35:58 PM EDT
Feeling Happy
Hearing Rosabell bellowing
Welcome!
Well, hello! How have you been? Come on over here in the shade and sit down. Want a cup of coffee?
Did I tell you about Bubba? He got his stencil at work the other day!! Well, it's a big deal. You see as a helper he has been able to weld on structures and pipes that wouldn't have product moving through them. But the other day, after looking over some of his welds, his supervisor and one of the welders bestowed upon him his own stencil! This means that now he can weld pipe with product or that product will move through. See each welder must stencil his welds so that if there is any leak they know who did it. Your stencil is your mark of quality assurance. You're saying when you put on your stencil that you guaranteeing this weld not to leak. It's proof he's good at the craft he is learning. One more step toward being a real welder.
And Bug? Oh, she's something! Little stinker made a 100 on her reading TAKS test!! Took her math TAKS last week. Judging from the work she's been bringing home I expect her to do well on it also. She's been playing with her miniature goat, Rosabell. And now she has a rabbit! It's 4-6 weeks old. White with black markings. She's named it Pocket. That's because the woman who raises the rabbits had found it pushed out of the nest. When the rabbits do that they are singling them out to die. So the lady picked it up and put it in her pocket. Walked around with it about a day. Then placed it back in with the others and the mama took it.
Prissy? Well, Bug's little filly will be a year old at the end of June. She's something else! I need to get Bubba to make a new picture of her. Hannah pets and rubs her all the time. Her Dad and Uncle Ricky worked her with a rope halter/lead in the pen last week. She did real good. Just needs some more of that.
Blaze, the poor mare who lost a colt about a year ago, is due to have one any time now. I hope things go better for her. And Pete's done bred Emmy, Prissy's mom, again. He says these two are to sell. I'm gonna hold him to that! He brought the neighbors boar hog down to breed our sow. So hopefully, we'll be piggy before long. The hens are laying well. Don't let me forget to fix you up a carton of eggs before you leave.
And Pete can dig you up a mess of new potatoes too! They are so pretty! We have don't have anything else really coming in yet. Although Pete did get a zucchini I'm going to cook to go with the lasagna leftovers tonight.
No, we still haven't gotten him into Galveston for that MRI yet. Seems we can't get any help any where. If we get that money the government is supposed to be sending, I suppose we'll send him down there with that. He's so miserable and so tired of being miserable!
Yes, you don't realize how blessed we are to be here until you get away from here. I work in Beaumont. Always the background noise. Up here, just the breeze in the trees, birds, crickets, frogs. I hope it stays that way a long time yet.
Do you remember Hee Haw? How they'd have a segment each week where they picked a town and saluted it? Well, I am ever amazed at the many places in the world that stop by Caneyhead to visit when I check my sitemeter. I believe I'm going to start ending each post with a salute to one of them.
Now, tell me what's been going on around your house. How are you and yours? Ready for more coffee?
- Barbara
Jakarta, Jawa Barat Indonesia 10,274 miles from Caneyhead........SALUTE!!
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
8:45:20 PM EDT
Feeling Quiet
On My Mind
So, this evening I have a few things on my mind. First off, the other day Bug picked some blackberries and dew berries so that I could make some dumplings for her daddy to eat with ice cream. That brought up a memory of me picking berries and how God used it as a lesson in my life. I wrote an entry about it in my journal back in '05. I feel it was one of my best. So if you are new around Caneyhead, you might enjoy reading it.
Then I got online and was reading my email when I saw one from my friend, Rachel that was one of those jokes that is meant to make you think. Here it is:
One day, God was looking down at earth and saw all of the bad behavior that was going on. So he called one of his angels and sent the angel to earth for a time.
When the angel returned, he told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth. 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not'. God thought for a moment and said 'Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion'.
So, God called another angel and sent her down to earth for a time, too. When the angel returned, she went to God and said, 'Yes, it's true. The earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good'.
God was not pleased, so he decided to e-mail the 5% who were good because he wanted to encourage them and give them a little something to help keep them going.
You know what the e-mail said?
Okay, just wondering. I didn't get one either.
My first thought was "funny". My second thought was "ouch". Ouch because I wondered if God was really to do this, would I get an email? After all, the joke doesn't say if you have accepted Christ as your savior. Nor does it say if you call yourself a Christian. It was if you are "being good".
None, no not one is TRULY good accept for Christ. But we who claim Him should be trying daily to be as good as we can. We should be trying to follow the laws and commandments of the Bible. Jesus said that "if you love me you will obey me". That's pretty straight forward. We should be being the "best we can be", as the old army commercial theme song used to say. After all, we are in the Lord's army! And Jesus is our General. Are we following His "marching orders" or have we gone "AWOL"?
Or have the trials and trouble of this world left you feeling "shell shocked" and unable to proceed? Are you lying in the "infirmary" of confusion and self doubt? Have the enemy of worldly things taken your heart or mind "captive"? "Missing in action" because you are afraid you won't measure up, don't trust your training. Did you indeed become AWOL? Are you "dodging" your calling and your "duty"? Step up and get your "field orders" from the Holy Spirit! "March" in time to His will! "Enlist" in some soul searching and confession. Get in "basic training" through the word and the church.
Present yourself "ready for action", one of the "few, the proud, the called"!
National prayer day would be a good place to start. Prayer for our misguided nation. For our leaders. For the world. And most importantly, for yourself and His leadership, scrutiny, forgiveness and blessing. For the only way to truly change anything is to change yourself.
- Barbara
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Saturday, April 19, 2008
9:06:57 PM EDT
Feeling Chillin'
Hearing Tell It Like It Is - Billy Joe Royal
Challenging Myself
Have you checked out Magic Smoke lately?!? You know, the AOL Journals Journal? Always been there with technical advice and such about our journals and J-land. But Magic Smoke is evolving and changing. They are now inviting journalers all over J-land to post there. And many are hosting games and weekly assignments there. If you've never been, you should drop by. If you were there a good while back, you should pop in again. In fact, if you blog in J-land you should have it on alerts! Just click on the Magic Smoke Icon and you'll be there! ;o) 
Tonight, I'm participating in something totally new. The author of Inspiration has posted a challenge on Magic Smoke. The Challenge Yourself Challenge! Now, I don't know her. Wasn't aware of her journal until I read this. But that's just one of the great things about connecting up at Magic Smoke. And though this is a little different for me, I decided to give it a whirl.
"Now for the challenge! The last two weeks over at Inspiration we have been talking about that voice in side your head that convinces you that you can't succeed. This week I asked my readers to spend two days and write down all of the negative things that their Gremlin said to them. Now that you have a list, pick the top five things that your Gremlin says and re-write them. Use your own words, and imagination as to what you would say to it."
Gremlin: You're just a forgetful old lady.
Me: Yeah, let's see you keep track of all I keep up with!
Gremlin: You aren't the Christian you ought to be.
Me: At least I'm no way near what I used to be, and praise God, He's not finished with me yet!
Gremlin: What a terrible housekeeper you are!
Me: I do what I can. There are four people in this house and I'm not going to work myself ragged all by myself. Besides, I've learned all too well how brief the important things can be and I'm not going to miss any of them. The dirt and clutter will be there any time I get to it.
Gremlin: You've lost all your good looks and sex appeal!
Me: Measure people by the outside if you want to. I'm done and through with that! Appreciate my mind, my humor, my heart.
Gremlin: You don't deserve ______. (Fill in with Bubba or Bug.)
Me: Maybe not. But God saw fit to bless me with them. And I'm gonna cherish and drink them in to the last drop of my life!!
"I would also like you to draw your Gremlin....Only you know what your Gremlin looks like."
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Monday, April 14, 2008
8:29:05 PM EDT
Feeling Loopy
Three Years
 Three years ago I started on my adventure here in J-land. It hasn't disappointed me. I've been blessed to meet many friends here. Many Sisters and Brothers in Christ. I am always amazed when I go to sitemeter and see the many places around the globe that have visited my humble home.
I've tried to remain true to my journal statement. But I have ran a course. I've done Bible devotions and I've shared simple tales about our lives. I've bragged on my children. I shared our adventures with Rita. There's been entries just for humor. There's been the meme's and games of J-land. I've jumped up on my soap box and waved my flag a time or two. Loved ones have been immortalized on these pages. And I've tried to share some common sense advice.
I remember Pete, his cousin Bill and I used to get together for the weekend and sometimes we'd start a pot of venison hash. Deer meat cut in tiny pieces. Potatoes diced very small. In a pot, slowly simmering all evening while we played dominoes or shot pool. Every time one of us would go into the kitchen for something, they'd stir the pot and put in a thing or two. By the time the evening was over and we were ready to eat we had some really delicious food! But none of us knew for sure just what was in it. Couldn't have made it just like that again all by ourselves no matter how hard any one of us tried.
In many ways this journal is like that deer hash. It gets peppered with comments. Others come by and add a meme or ask a question that prompts an entry. Sometimes it's what is weighing on my soul. Other times it is me just cutting up, feeling adventurous and ready to try something.
It's my hope that when the porridge of these pages is served up that you enjoy yourself and leave feeling satisfied.
- Barbara
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
8:51:46 PM EDT
Feeling Hopeful
An Oldie, but a Goodie
The Plan!
What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message.
(Hard to argue with this logic!)
"I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan."
1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past & present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good 'ole' boys", we will never "in terfere" again.
2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany , South Korea , the Middle East, and the Philippines . They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence.
3) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave . We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them.
4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers.
5) No foreign "students"over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby.
6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for awhile .
7) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.)
8) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to
the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything.
9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens.
10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH..learn it...or LEAVE...Now, isn't that a winner of a plan?
"The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' " - Robin Williams
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Monday, March 24, 2008
10:36:44 PM EDT
Round 'ere
Round 'ere you see a fellow on the side of the road with a rifle, your first thought is "I wonder if he's after a varmit or game?"
Round 'ere you see someone walking down the road you slow down to see if they need ya.
Round 'ere stopping by the feed store in the evening can be like a class reunion or family reunion.
Round 'ere the boy in the feed room is more likely to know what you need today than you are.
Round 'ere more folks still drive over to ask you a question than to call you on the phone or text you.
Round 'ere if you are short at the checkout, that's okay....they know where you live.
Round 'ere more people opt for taking their vacation days to coincide with the Jasper trail ride than any holiday.
Round 'ere the azalea, the redbud, the dogwood and the dew berries are all in bloom.
Round 'ere there is a yellow/green blanket on everything that stands still more than 30 minutes....it's called pine pollen.
Round 'ere people at the checkout keep you up to date on what others in your house have purchased so you don't duplicate yourself or run out.
Round 'ere ain't no such thing as a set supper time. It's just as soon as everyone gets inside after dark.
Round 'ere even the youngsters recognize a load of crap when they see it or hear it. Especially if it is something contrary to the Bible.
Round 'ere if you ain't got one you can borrow mine.
Round 'ere is the ain't quite the same as any where else. It may be to your taste and then again it may not. But it's where I think I'll stay till they plant me in my plot.
Barbara
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Thursday, March 13, 2008
10:42:48 AM EDT
Feeling Happy
This is Dedicated to the One I Love - A Working Man
 Twenty-four years is a long time. And through that time I have given my Petie Pete my love. And he has earned my respect. Sometimes I don't even realize just how much so, until I get out in the world and see other men in situations.
As a child growing up Pete had to take spare parts and assemble his own bicycles if he wanted one. Took many a bath under the water hose outside. And was often chauffeur for his dad when he wanted to ride through the woods and drink.
When he was a teenager, he started working when and where he could. At one time he had a Monte Carlo and an old Chevy Truck. One good motor between them. He'd pull that motor and swap the vehicle it was in when he got bored with one ride or the other.
One of his first really steady jobs was as a helper/apprentice with a local mechanic. A really good mechanic. Taught him well. Money and perhaps a little too little parental supervision had him in pool halls and beer joints at an early age. Of course the legal drinking age in Texas was only 18 back then, too. He got very good at pool. Could really run a table!
By the time I met him on a New Year's Eve, he was working as a pumper in the oilfield. He was just 21 years old. He fixed most anything his employer had with a motor on it. And had to run by assorted wells each and every day and make sure they were producing, motors running. Those old "putt-putt" motors would run on any type of fuel. And Pete could usually coax them into running with a bare minimum of tools.
March 12th we wed at the J.P.'s office. Only two and a half months of dating. We were so young and so thought it would all be so easy. I remember the Pete's first payday after we wed, he made a line of bills from the front door to the ice box in the kitchen, and arrow of bills held with magnets up the front of the box and then the rest of his pay in a basket on top. I was working, but he was so proud to be Provider.
When we wed, he said "Well, I always said no wife of mine was gonna work, or gonna have to work. But since you already have a job, a nice office job I'll leave it up to you." And true to his word, he did.
While we were yet still Newly Weds, one evening he went out to shoot some pool at a local club. One of his brothers was out there. I wasn't very happy about this turn of events. But before too long he was home. And he said, "It occurred to me that I'm married now. And married men have no place in pool halls and they are no place to take your wife." In all these years he has only gone a handful of times, and each time with my blessing as it was a big boys night with old friends and family.
My Petie Pete doesn't talk much about his feelings. I could probably count on my fingers the times he has said "I love you." He learned early on that folks don't always say what they mean. That people lie and deceive and use words to gloss over a multitude of sins. I have come to find, to see with God's help, that every time Pete comes through our door at the end of a day, he is saying "I love you. I choose you. This is where I want to be."
That's not to say my Pete isn't romantic. He is. Flowers and balloons. Candles and incense. Little unexpected treats, like teddy bear shaped lollipops. He has woke me from a dead sleep to come outside to a blanket on the ground by a crackling fire, with fruit and cheese and wine coolers.
In all these years, I can't say that Pete has ever spoken a lie to me. Skirted the truth when he thought it would hurt me or make me blow up, yes. Refused to answer a question on a few occasions. But uttered lying words....never. He still believes one's word means something. And I've seen him stick by oral deals that he deeply regretted because, well, he said he would.
He's held various jobs. Installed carpet for awhile. Worked for a high line repair company. But most of his years were spent in the oilfield. Pumper, pusher. A pusher is a crew boss. He has an uncanny knack for looking over a situation, deciding on what needs to be done and how to do it and then proceeding or bust. Either shut up and help him or get out of his way. He once walked off his job because he was about to get a raise, but his crew was not. It wasn't right and he knew it. Never mind he had me and Bubba at home and I wasn't working at the time. He worked on lawnmowers and such for folks and we hung in there for a month. Then he went back to work, with a raise for him and for his crew!
Oilfield work is incredibly hard if you take it seriously. Lifting things by yourself out in the field with no mechanical help. Pete's a slight of build guy, but he's always been solid muscle. There's no rain outs in the oilfield. You do what needs to been done come hell or high water. It's you, your crew if you have one and what's on your truck. He's mopped up oil spills with hay. Can you imagine how hard to handle hay wet with oil?
He's worked as a pipefitter and welder's helper. That has meant being out on site for days at a time. He designed a network of pipe in a local lumber mill once that so impressed the folks that they flew people in from other locations to look it over.
I remember when Bubba was a baby Pete's boss wanted him to learn how to operate his old backhoe. So Pete brought it home and dug a sewer line with it to practice. So clumsy. Over the years he got so good that he could knock over a tree with a couple of swings or reach up with the bucket and pick you a single leaf off a tree.
He's been good enough at the things he does, mechanicing and oilfield that people have called him offering him jobs in both fields. But I think he has taken the most pride in the custom oak cabinetry he built with his brother for 6 or 7 years. Tommy figured and bid the jobs. Lay it out and cut it. Pete assembled them, sanded them. Beautiful work!!! Unbelievable detail and functionality. Long hours on a concrete floor are hard on a body that has been jarred and battered for years.
Bottom line, whatever he has done he has taken pride in. Put his best into it, even if it was hard, or hurt, or took a long time or he didn't really have all he needed to do it. Over the years his body has been betraying him. And especially this past year, his back. He can no longer commit to a job. Not at anything he has ever done. Never knows from one day to the next if he has two good hours in him, none or on rare occasions 5 or more. For a man who never had benefits and has no insurance it has been a very slow and painful process trying to get any attention. Any help. Any answers. Only recently he got word that he can have a whole spine MRI at Galveston for a drastically reduced price. Now to manage to scrap up that money and go through the often long and arduous process of setting up the appointments.
This man is so miserable, never feeling good. Never feeling well. But more than anything I believe it is slowly driving him crazy not being able to do all the things he has before. And especially not being able to work and provide for his family. All he wants in this world right now is help getting help. Help getting better or well. Help getting back about the business of a man.
Pete has been a wonderful father in many respects. Not a Ward Clever type father, but his own brand. His children are the one place where he is not afraid to lavish his love. He's not big on doing kiddy activities with them, but they are welcome from toddler hood to join him in any endeavor or pastime. They know they are loved and they know they are protected.
Brave and calm in situations where I'd loose it totally. I've seen Pete lick his thumb and stick it in the spout of a jug full of fuel that was burning, so as to cut off the air and keep it from exploding. I've seen him shoot at a water moccasin and miss. The snake reared up and charged straight at him. Cool as a cucumber he waited until it was close and then stamped down one boot clad foot atop it's head. Then he lay the barrel of the .22 behind it's head and pulled the trigger.
He has never been a jealous man. He has always trusted me to handle any passes or inappropriate behavior from other men. But there has never been any doubt in my mind or theirs that if they don't pay heed to me, they'll answer to Pete.
This man has always had a deep respect for older folks. He goes out of his way to help them when he can. He tried to always honor his father and mother while they were still here. Likes to listen to their stories, to learn from them.
He can be generous to a fault, giving away over the years much more than he has ever sold be it livestock or parts for vehicles. If it's time to eat and you are here, you're invited even if he has to share half his portion with you.
Is he perfect? Absolutely not. He's as stubborn as mule, he plays as hard as he works, he drinks too much beer and can be as gripey as a crab. But he's my bear. My bear when he's a grizzly and my bear when he's a teddy. And I wouldn't trade him for anyone else.
Barbara
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Monday, March 10, 2008
8:40:47 AM EDT
Hearing Where's sleepy on the mood list?
I've Got a Name
I liked Krissy's question today and wanted to play along. The question is:
What does your first name mean? (And she even gives a link where you can check it out; Behind the Name.
Well I found out a long time ago that Barbara meant "foreign or strange." And I thought, "Oh, lovely! NOT!" Why couldn't it have a romantic or beautiful meaning?
But I resigned myself to be happy I shared Barbara Eden's name. After all, she was Jeannie and I grew up in the 60's watching her. Still, such a serious sounding meaning is hard for a young girl to accept. Then my family always called me Barbie. Well, what's that? An air-headed doll. LOL So I have serious on one hand and frivolous on the other.
As time has marched on, I have become content with both. And they both fit. I've always been the easy to get A's person. The take it serious person. The deeply committed person. The care deeply person. And I have always had a wild and adventurous side. A wit and sarcasm side. No doubt, many do find me very strange and completely foreign. More so the older I get.
So now I wear my name with pride! Go ahead and try to figure me out; I love confuseling folks. ;o)
| BARBARA |
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Gender: Feminine
Usage: English, Italian, French, German, Polish, Hungarian, Slovene
Pronounced: BAHR-bahr-a (English), BAHR-bra (English), bahr-BAH-rah (Polish) [key] |
| Derived from Greek βαρβαρος (barbaros) meaning "foreign". According to legend Saint Barbara was a young woman killed by her father Dioscorus, who was then killed by a bolt of lightning. She is the patron of architects, geologists, stonemasons and artillerymen. |
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