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SCHtuff Happens!

Schiess Happens!Schiess is my maiden name.  It’s roots are Swiss-German and my last name is rarely pronounced correctly.  Just pretend there are two E’s  and no ‘I’, then you will have it.  My dad comes from a large family.  He is the 5th and his identical twin brother is 6th of 7 children. Since my Grandpa died in 1981, we have held large family reunions every summer in south-east Idaho.  Sometimes we venture to the border of Wyoming.  One year my Aunt Rilla’s  family was in put in charge of the reunion details.  She announced that the theme would be ‘Schiess Happens’.  One of my sister had these shirts printed up. The brand below the theme was my Grandpa’s for his cattle. My parent’s family, (Six kids plus spouses and grand kids) wore them.  Every extended family was to put on a skit related to the theme. My siblings and I acted out real-life situations from our childhood: Landing on the open dishwasher door, running through the screen door, chasing someone into the open drawer of a filing cabinet. At the beginning of the skit my parents pretended to walk through a cow patty that the grand kids, posing as cattle, had dropped from baggies….(it was chocolate pudding!) SCHIESS HAPPENS!!

My dad had a couple first cousins change their last name. We were told a few different reasons why. Through the years we’ve been told that the meaning of Schiess in German is not a nice word…… Someone fought in the German war and didn’t want the Nazi’s to know that they were American…in another language Schiess means “to shoot” (maybe our ancestors were excellent marks-men and shooting at the wrong target)…another reason I heard was that the name was too hard to pronounce correctly.

Something I was never told was that  technically we should have been ‘Hug’s’, not Schiess’ I discovered this while doing family history work. A few generations back a relative had a child out of wedlock.  This was the 1700’s.  She kept the family name Schiess, instead of the father’s name, Hug, for her son. Well, that discovery taught me that ‘Schiess Happened’ even 300 years ago!

‘SCHtuff’ happens all of the time.  You lost your job.  Your house went in to foreclosure.  You are infertile. Your business failed.  Your marriage failed.  Your kids are lazy. You have bad health.  Your college major was cancelled.  We can come up with an endless list of hopes and dreams and aspirations that may never come to fruition.  Now what? What is your plan B?  Life is all about HOW you handle plan B.  And believe it or not, if you think back, when was the last time your Plan A worked out completely?  Someone I admire dearly who passed away a few years ago said this,

“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”― Gordon B. Hinckley

My husband jokes to me about it, but in reality, he was my Plan B. And he knows it. BUT, also a reality, we are very happy together and we’ve made a wonderful life.  I’ve helped him learn how to enjoy hiking and running.  He has taught me how to have a sense of humor and to have more patience with myself. We both think that the only dessert worth eating is chocolate.  He and I are a good balance for each other and we are best friends.

Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.

 

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