title: Governor Lydia A Mellow Rose From Texas: An Adventure With the Next of Kin
author:  L. C. Frenzel 
description: The Earthquake Machine tells the story of 14 year-old Rhonda. On the outside, everything looks perfect in Rhonda's world but at home Rhonda has to deal with a manipulative father who keeps her mentally ill mother hooked on pharmaceuticals. The only reliable person in Rhonda's life is her family's Mexican yardman, Jess. But when the INS Lydia and Charles Frenzel, writing as L.C. Frenzel, have long careers that span academia, coal mining, manufacturing, entrepreneurship, and invention. They are respected for their scientific and technical abilities and for their integrity. In this journal, they share the caring-side of their lives. Charles is an artist, a writer, and a scientist-pursuits requiring both left brain and right brain styles of attention. Lydia's global influence network advocates Holistic and Futurist views of social and economic effects in the male-dominated field of Paints and Coatings for ships, bridges, and tall buildings. Charles and Lydia describe their legacy as the women and men that they have known, nurtured, and challenged to be the best they can be. They had arrived at that point in their lives when the leaders of Rotary District 5190 called upon Lydia to be a Rotary District Governor. Lydia became the first woman district governor in 5190 in 1997-the third class of Rotary International District Governors that included women. They were equal to the challenge of service-club mentoring. Some communities were not ready to embrace the Changes sweeping Northern California and Nevada. She faced frightened and angry people who had seen their livelihood disappear because of these changes. Lydia and Charles describe their experience as "scrambling to help the people and the communities face Change" Charles kept a daily journal describing events, individuals, town-tours, and the concerns voiced by the spouses and non-members.
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  The White Stag * Jamie Freeman THE invitation arrived on November 14, but I
  left it on my dresser for three weeks before I mustered the courage to open
  it.
  
  Senator Valor Balder and her family
  
  cordially invite you to celebrate
  
  Christmas and the Winter Solstice
  
  at the Balder Family Prairie House,
  
  Gainesville, Florida.
  
  8 p.m., Saturday, December 20, 2003
  
  The particulars of the invitation cascaded down the thick cardstock in bold,
  perfect brush strokes. I had never received an invitation to one of Valor’s
  parties; in fact, I had met her only half a dozen times over the past year,
  and always in passing. She had, on occasion, waltzed into the Prairie House
  during one of Jude’s weekend parties or had been introduced to me at a
  Democratic Party fund-raiser or one of Jude’s gallery openings, but there was
  something distant about her greetings when we met, and, despite the fact that
  Jude’s mother always seemed to remember my name, I always expected her to have