In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not, you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew. The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew, and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another, and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day. It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day. I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk, which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness, others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives you touch here remember you, and will become a testament of your life and how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-the-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004
Thursday, December 30, 2004
In Rememberance
In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not, you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew. The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew, and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another, and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day. It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day. I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk, which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness, others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives you touch here remember you, and will become a testament of your life and how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-the-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not, you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew. The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew, and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another, and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day. It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day. I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk, which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness, others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives you touch here remember you, and will become a testament of your life and how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-the-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004
In Remembrance of
In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest
today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to
cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years
that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription
acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on
his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a
character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not,
you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the
wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew.
The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he
seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew,
and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would
be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to
clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked
waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife
management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes
and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as
quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun
taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing
nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the
next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and
wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw
them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have
easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day
of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the
years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the
term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another,
and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty
dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was
plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day.
It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to
be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him
about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day.
I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk,
which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's
sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to
have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in
turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness,
others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed
unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and
dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives
you touch here remember you, and become a testament of your life and
how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-thee-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
The Miracle Nickel
The Miracle Nickel
I got back a nickel today, along with some other change, forty-eight cents to be exact. This is no ordinary nickel though, it's a well-seasoned nickel from 1952. Aside from the obvious wear from many years of use, what sets this nickel apart from the other change that I received, including another nickel, is how it immediately caught my eye, even as it passed from the cashiers hand to mine. Keep in mind that I rarely venture out from my job during the off season for supplies due to a drop in revenue, that I waited two days for the boss to briefly show up to ask for the unexpected expense to rent a jagger pump to pump out the cellar of the hotel owners home because of a burst water pipe, that this hasn't occurred in any winter conditions we've had previously, and I just happened to stop at this convenience store for the gas for the pump, and well, you have quite an unusual set of coincidences. Not convinced?
It has been one week since my oldest brother's birthday, and just two days since I posted a belated birthday wish in his memory Adrian.
I have contemplated much lately on how blessed I am and how I attribute that to God, who happens to be the same for all of us, as there can only be one, if not, we must change our definition and meaning of the word God (almighty being) and when you change the meaning of the word, the word God ceases to exist as it becomes an antithesis, and therefore there is no God, and I refuse to entertain that folly.
There are many misfortunes that befall us, there are tragedies and sorrow, there is also joy, and peace. I remember one of my Dad's many favorite songs, taken from the book of Job. Thou God slay me yet I trust him. He had a beautiful singing voice and you couldn't help but notice when he sang. There was also no way of ignoring when he prayed. When you speak of faith, it is actually a very easy gift to have when you realize that faith is synonymous with trust, and I can trust God completely, as he will not lie.
I passed by a man on the sidewalk yesterday, I noticed him as he rounded the corner, and as our eyes met, his limp became noticeably worse. With my window down he had the opportunity to ask for fifty cents, on my reluctance, it became one dollar, one dollar fifty cents, to catch the trolley, Sir. Boy, is he good, I thought as I observed his attire. He was wearing a fashionable full-length coat and a clean wool scarf around his neck. He was wearing what appeared to be some well fitting alligator ankle boots, pointed and heeled that I wouldn't mind having myself if I weren't so modest. Still, I declined, and as he moved away he said a God bless you, so I received a blessing anyway, in spite of my stinginess.
Then, leaving from work, on the bridge in front of me was a car that looked like it was slowing down, or maybe backing up because one of the lights on the driver's side was white, like a backup light. I slowed and changed lanes to avoid being run over by the cars behind me, which were in a mad rush at 5 o'clock in the evening. As I passed by on the left I could plainly see that it was a lady in a disabled vehicle with her emergency flashers on, and she clearly looked distressed. In my rear view mirror I saw the oncoming traffic having a terrible time of it trying to avoid her vehicle and each other and I thought for a moment about going back around and at least trying to slow traffic with my liability insured only truck, then I thought better of it.
This morning, on my way back to work, there is a hitchhiker (sigh). He was walking hurriedly with his back facing the traffic, thumb out, and maybe late for work somewhere. I didn't pick him up.
There are many opportunities to do good that elude us, but it must be tempered with good judgment. There are too many needs.
One can only hope that when we are weighed in the balance, there are enough times we said yes to outweigh all the nos, and we don't come up wanting.
Therefore, I give you my miracle nickel. God still smiles at me, and Adrian; God rest your soul.
byron 12-29-04
nickel
I got back a nickel today, along with some other change, forty-eight cents to be exact. This is no ordinary nickel though, it's a well-seasoned nickel from 1952. Aside from the obvious wear from many years of use, what sets this nickel apart from the other change that I received, including another nickel, is how it immediately caught my eye, even as it passed from the cashiers hand to mine. Keep in mind that I rarely venture out from my job during the off season for supplies due to a drop in revenue, that I waited two days for the boss to briefly show up to ask for the unexpected expense to rent a jagger pump to pump out the cellar of the hotel owners home because of a burst water pipe, that this hasn't occurred in any winter conditions we've had previously, and I just happened to stop at this convenience store for the gas for the pump, and well, you have quite an unusual set of coincidences. Not convinced?
It has been one week since my oldest brother's birthday, and just two days since I posted a belated birthday wish in his memory Adrian.
I have contemplated much lately on how blessed I am and how I attribute that to God, who happens to be the same for all of us, as there can only be one, if not, we must change our definition and meaning of the word God (almighty being) and when you change the meaning of the word, the word God ceases to exist as it becomes an antithesis, and therefore there is no God, and I refuse to entertain that folly.
There are many misfortunes that befall us, there are tragedies and sorrow, there is also joy, and peace. I remember one of my Dad's many favorite songs, taken from the book of Job. Thou God slay me yet I trust him. He had a beautiful singing voice and you couldn't help but notice when he sang. There was also no way of ignoring when he prayed. When you speak of faith, it is actually a very easy gift to have when you realize that faith is synonymous with trust, and I can trust God completely, as he will not lie.
I passed by a man on the sidewalk yesterday, I noticed him as he rounded the corner, and as our eyes met, his limp became noticeably worse. With my window down he had the opportunity to ask for fifty cents, on my reluctance, it became one dollar, one dollar fifty cents, to catch the trolley, Sir. Boy, is he good, I thought as I observed his attire. He was wearing a fashionable full-length coat and a clean wool scarf around his neck. He was wearing what appeared to be some well fitting alligator ankle boots, pointed and heeled that I wouldn't mind having myself if I weren't so modest. Still, I declined, and as he moved away he said a God bless you, so I received a blessing anyway, in spite of my stinginess.
Then, leaving from work, on the bridge in front of me was a car that looked like it was slowing down, or maybe backing up because one of the lights on the driver's side was white, like a backup light. I slowed and changed lanes to avoid being run over by the cars behind me, which were in a mad rush at 5 o'clock in the evening. As I passed by on the left I could plainly see that it was a lady in a disabled vehicle with her emergency flashers on, and she clearly looked distressed. In my rear view mirror I saw the oncoming traffic having a terrible time of it trying to avoid her vehicle and each other and I thought for a moment about going back around and at least trying to slow traffic with my liability insured only truck, then I thought better of it.
This morning, on my way back to work, there is a hitchhiker (sigh). He was walking hurriedly with his back facing the traffic, thumb out, and maybe late for work somewhere. I didn't pick him up.
There are many opportunities to do good that elude us, but it must be tempered with good judgment. There are too many needs.
One can only hope that when we are weighed in the balance, there are enough times we said yes to outweigh all the nos, and we don't come up wanting.
Therefore, I give you my miracle nickel. God still smiles at me, and Adrian; God rest your soul.
byron 12-29-04
nickel
The Miracle Nickel
The Miracle Nickel
I got back a nickel today, along with
some other change, forty-eight cents to be exact. This is no ordinary
nickel though, it's a well-seasoned nickel from 1952. Aside from the
obvious wear from many years of use, what sets this nickel apart from
the other change that I received, including another nickel, is
how it immediately caught my eye, even as it passed from the cashiers
hand to mine. Keep in mind that I rarely venture out from my job during
the off season for supplies due to a drop in revenue, that I waited two
days for the boss to briefly show up to ask for the unexpected expense
to rent a jagger pump to pump out the cellar of the hotel owners home
because of a burst water pipe, that this hasn't occurred in any winter
conditions we've had previously, and I just happened to stop at this convenience store for the gas for the pump, and well, you have quite an unusual set of coincidences. Not convinced?
It
has been one week since my oldest brother's birthday, and just two days
since I posted a belated birthday wish in his memory Adrian.
I
have contemplated much lately on how blessed I am and how I attribute
that to God, who happens to be the same for all of us, as there can
only be one, if not, we must change our definition and meaning of the
word God (almighty being) and when you change the meaning of the word,
the word God ceases to exist as it becomes an antithesis, and therefore
there is no God, and I refuse to entertain that folly.
There are
many misfortunes that befall us, there are tragedies and sorrow, there
is also joy, and peace. I remember one of my Dad's many favorite songs,
taken from the book of Job. Thou God slay me yet I trust him.
He had a beautiful singing voice and you couldn't help but notice when
he sang. There was also no way of ignoring when he prayed. When you
speak of faith, it is actually a very easy gift to have when you
realize that faith is synonymous with trust, and I can trust God
completely.
I passed by a man on the sidewalk yesterday, I noticed
him as he rounded the corner, and as our eyes met, his limp became
perceptibly worse. With my window down he had the opportunity to ask
for fifty cents, on my reluctance, it became one dollar, one dollar
fifty cents, "to catch the trolley, Sir". Boy, is he good, I
thought as I observed his attire. He was wearing a fashionable
full-length coat and a clean wool scarf around his neck. He was wearing
what appeared to be some well fitting alligator ankle boots, pointed
and heeled that I wouldn't mind having myself if I weren't so modest.
Still, I declined, and as he moved away he said a God bless you, so I
received a blessing anyway, in spite of my stinginess.
Then, leaving
from work, on the bridge in front of me was a car that looked like it
was slowing down, or maybe backing up because one of the lights on the
driver's side was white, like a backup light. I slowed and changed
lanes to avoid being run over by the cars behind me, which were in a
mad rush at 5 o'clock in the evening. As I passed by on the left I
could plainly see that it was a lady in a disabled vehicle with her
emergency flashers on, and she clearly looked distressed. In my rear
view mirror I saw the oncoming traffic having a terrible time of it
trying to avoid her vehicle and each other and I thought for a moment
about going back around and at least trying to slow traffic with my
liability insured only truck, then I thought better of it.
This morning, on my way back to work, there was a hitchhiker (sigh). He was walking hurriedly with his back facing the traffic, thumb out, and maybe late for work somewhere. I didn't pick him up.
There are many opportunities to do good that elude us, but it must be tempered with good judgment. There are too many needs.
One
can only hope that when we are weighed in the balance, there are enough
times we said yes to outweigh all the nos, and we don't come up
wanting.
Therefore, I give you my miracle nickel. God still smiles at me, and Adrian; God rest your soul.
byron 12-29-04
Sunday, December 26, 2004
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fountain III
15 minutes. curtis says it has mice, but it got me the job when i included this on my proposal
my newest commision;
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Wednesday, December 08, 2004
thoughts for you
"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]
thoughts for you
"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]
Monday, December 06, 2004
my mechanic in training
kailani learns the basics assisting with putting brothers 4wheeler together for christmas
Sunday, December 05, 2004
for dolly
Spent this weekend pulling & re installing the transmission in my
boys truck. Seems there was an overlooked problem with the replacement
motor as we left an alignment bearing in the end of the crankshaft
intended for a manual transmission and not an automatic. It had to come
out for the torque converter to slide into the end of the crankshaft.
If we did this for a living, we would have known it couldn't stay. I
saw it before installing the motor and wrongly deduced it could stay.
Big mistake as it made for plenty of work once the motor was in the
truck. Had to pull the transmission and chisel the bearing out while
laying on the ground all the while transmission fluid and rain running
everywhere. We are not done hooking everything back up as it gets dark
earlier now, at 5PM instead of the 8PM we can usually depend on in the
summer months, but we are way ahead of where we were.
It is difficult and frustrating to work in these conditions but as usual,
I managed to inject a little humor to let these young men (Curtis and
Darrell) know that we can do this in spite of these circumstances. I
tell them that I once had to do almost the same thing many years ago,
that is, pull a transmission, change a cracked flywheel, and put it
back, only that time all I had for a side kick was my sister Dolly, and
she managed quite well. She was instrumental in replacing the heavy
Plymouth transmission and bolting it up to the 383 cid engine that was
in Mamma's 1969 Plymouth Fury III that we boys treated like a race
car**. Of course, transmissions seem to gain weight over the span of 29
years and there is a difference between the nimble strength of 19 and
the determined brute force of 47. Of course, I only think we get better
at not banging our knuckles, and difficulty is no longer any excuse
anymore. Some people may call it hard headed, but I call it valor.
**In 1969, Plymouth claimed to have a "completely new Fury." The four door
sedans wheelbase was 120 inches, 1.5 inches longer than in 1968, and
there was more shoulder room in both front and rear. The 383 Commando 2
barrel, or the 383 Super Commando 4 barrel (i don't remember which) and
"special cam", the transmission was a heavy 3 speed A-727 Torqueflite
automatic.
A belated thanks Dolly for your help, you should do
well dealing with your present situations, you've always been a very
present strength in time of trouble.
The one resolution,
which was in my mind long before it took the form of a resolution, is
the key-note of my life. It is this, always to regard as mere
impertinences of fate the handicaps which were placed upon my life
almost at the beginning. I resolved that they should not crush or dwarf
my soul, but rather be made to blossom, like Aaron's rod, with flowers.
- Helen Keller
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
How to have a very Pagan Christmas
Jeremiah 10:2-4:
"....For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not." (KJV). more
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
Cowboy Up!
Cowboy Curtis' progress is remarkable for only having this horse for a little over 1 month (34 days) and with no prior horse breaking experience
Did you Know?
DID YOU KNOW?
As you walk up the steps to the building which houses the U.S. Supreme Court you can see near the top of the building a row of the world's law givers and each one is facing one in the middle who is facing forward with a full frontal view .... it is Moses and he is holding the Ten Commandments!
DID YOU KNOW?
As you enter the Supreme Court courtroom, the two huge oak doors have the Ten Commandments engraved on each lower portion of each door.
DID YOU KNOW?
As you sit inside the courtroom, you can see the wall,
right above where the Supreme Court judges sit,
a display of the Ten Commandments!
DID YOU KNOW?
There are Bible verses etched in stone all over the Federal Buildings and Monuments in Washington, D.C.
DID YOU KNOW?
James Madison, the fourth president, known as "The Father of Our Constitution" made the following statement:
"We have staked the whole of all our political institutions upon the capacity of mankind for self-government, upon the capacity of each and all of us to govern ourselves, to control ourselves, to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God."
DID YOU KNOW?
Patrick Henry, that patriot and Founding Father of our country said:
"It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded not by religionists but by Christians, not on religions but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ".
DID YOU KNOW?
Fifty-two of the 55 founders of the Constitution were members of the established orthodox churches in the colonies.
DID YOU KNOW?
Thomas Jefferson worried that the Courts would overstep their authority and instead of interpreting the law would begin making law an oligarchy ...
the rule of few over many.
How, then, have we gotten to the point that everything we have done for 220 years in this country is now suddenly wrong and unconstitutional?
DID YOU KNOW?
The very first Supreme Court Justice, John Jay, said:
"Americans should select and prefer Christians as their rulers."
DID YOU KNOW?
Every session of Congress begins with a prayer by a paid preacher, whose salary has been paid by the taxpayer since 1777.
It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, it is very hard to understand why there is such a mess about having the Ten Commandments on display or "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the Pledge of Allegiance.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
stupid computers
alas, the old hard drive screwup again, all data, , online bills, inaccessible.
borrowing curts, the one me and kailani was fixing in the photos.
roxios go-back and MS sys restore in a tug of war over the last month or so, no help there. hate to re-format until i check on a data recovery service somewhere.
UBD finally changed the partition info to non-dos so i cant see it, nor will winme assign it a drive letter. cmos sees it and device manager, but not me. boo-hoo.
going to try this: if its any good, i'll pass it on. ver3.0 freeware http://www.pcinspector.de/download.htm#file_recovery
borrowing curts, the one me and kailani was fixing in the photos.
roxios go-back and MS sys restore in a tug of war over the last month or so, no help there. hate to re-format until i check on a data recovery service somewhere.
UBD finally changed the partition info to non-dos so i cant see it, nor will winme assign it a drive letter. cmos sees it and device manager, but not me. boo-hoo.
going to try this: if its any good, i'll pass it on. ver3.0 freeware http://www.pcinspector.de/download.htm#file_recovery
Friday, November 19, 2004
play of lights
note the red & green color and the white stars being pulled into the vortex
my roof light tree
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Merry Christmas!
Members of the city's Emergency Services Hercules unit stand guard in front of a nine-ton, 71-foot high, 40-foot wide Norway spruce from Suffern, N.Y., in Rockefeller Center after it was raised into position for the Christmas season.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Who will watch over me
I keep a copy of this by my desk at work. It is the anti-thesis of what my lawyer once told me about sticking my neck out for others.
Not my article but thought I would share it anyway.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
mamabird
Oh, that this were not so late.
Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.
I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,
that was our Mothers, when we were at home.
We miss you and love you and don't quite know,
why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?
Is there a universe that we can't quite see?
Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?
I will love my Mama till the day that I die,
and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.
It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,
It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.
There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,
I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?
I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.
I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,
that was our Mothers, when we were at home.
We miss you and love you and don't quite know,
why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?
Is there a universe that we can't quite see?
Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?
I will love my Mama till the day that I die,
and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.
It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,
It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.
There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,
I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?
I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
I Will Follow
I have just passed another milestone, my ninth year anniversary on my
present job. There was no fanfare, no bells, whistles, or confetti, not
even an acknowledgment of a goal seldom reached in the notoriously
revolving door of the hospitality business.
In my young and restless days, I would have strongly considered moving on
after five, so, how did this happen? Maturity, you say? Complacency?
Losing sight of a vision of always moving up and onward? I can tell you
now, those restless feelings are still there, but somehow, somewhere,
they are reshuffled to the back of the deck, to make room for the
different hand that has, more recently, been dealt. Impulse gives way
to reason, and desire yields to necessity.
If there is one bit of advice I have for the new generation, it is to make the most of the
spontaneity and vigor with which you envision life's challenges and
crossroads, for these are the moments that will define you as you
approach that "oh, so far off middle age".
Seldom is life so generous as to give you that second chance, which is in us all, to
start anew, and if by circumstance we do, we are not the same. There is
no fearless desire to run naked through the woods (although I've done
it a time or two at far, far, too old), there is no expediency to being
number one in the crowd. There is no longer "Me" and "Now". There is
however a different kind of boldness. I am not afraid of things that go
bump in the night. No longer do I fear hunger, or illness, or
unemployment, nor despair, because I have been visited by all these
things, and I have endured, and I know there will be tomorrow.
With our increasing age comes our greatest strength, and this is experience,
and the wisdom to pass it along to our children, and to theirs. In this
day and age there are many who may contemplate that there is no God,
or, there must be many Gods, but now, more than ever, I can fervently
say, and without a doubt, God bless my children, and keep them from
harms way, for where I lead them, they will follow.
The
direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it, and the
man who can overcome his own terror is a hero and more.
- -- George MacDonald
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Just doodling?
some have alluded to my lack of cartoon skills so i've added a few bonafide samples of some pics i drew line by line from my imagination with mspaint. it's art, and it's difficult, and although the subject images i consider inappropriate for networking, it really is pretty good. I've done pencil & ink wildlife as well.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Eclipse
We were sitting around the front porch drinking jagermeisters, watching the bugzapper, and lying to each other, when the last lunar eclipse of 2004 came along so I thought I'd send you guys that missed it a few pics. The next total eclipse of the moon will not be until March 2007.
2004 Lunar Event Nasa
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Re: Slowing Down, by Charles
slowing down
Yesterday, October 16, 2004
We are spending the day indoors, nothing pressing. Darrell & Heather
has gone to the Balloon Festival and flea market in Vidaila, he was in
charge of the river barge for the firewiorks show Friday night. My
grandbabies are with their other Grandma, i suppose. Anthony has chosen
to go to his Grandpa's house early this morning. My baby boy Curtis
spent the night with his friend and doesn't come home till late
evening. When he returns, I sing him a few phrases of the song "It's
Only the Wind" (your children are not at the door) by the Areno Bros.,
and ask him if he knows the song. He doesn't. We have slowed down
enough to watch the DVD 'The Passion' which we have had for a while.
Ah, melancoly.
A house so empty,
where have they gone?
Where are my children,
so far from home?
My heart is longing,
for thier voice so near.
No need for rushing,
don't shed a tear.
They will return
in a moment or two.
Meanwhile thou,
I feel so blue. Sigh.
bc
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Scrapbook
Curtis
January 2000, Curtis was 9 years old
Curtis
Little Bill & Searchlight
Written & illustrated
by: Curtis Cirilo
Once
upon a time there was a boy named Little Bill. He had a dog named
Searchlight. My name is Curtis and I have a dog named Leppe.
Now I’m going to tell you about Little Bill and Searchlight.
Chapter 1
The Cattle
“Hey Grampa!”, said Little Bill as he came running into the house
coming from school. “ What ya doing still laying in the bed so late in
the day?” “Oh,” said Grampa, “I’m just a little tired”. “Well, come and
eat or I’m going to give your food to the chickens,” Bill said. “Okay,”
said Grampa. “Come on, hurry up!” Little Bill said. “all right, I’m coming”, said Grampa.
While Grampa was getting up, Little Bill was getting the chicken feed and water.
One week later:
“It’s snowing outside Grampa, can’t we go back in the house?”
said Little Bill. Grampa said, “we have to feed the cattle or they will
starve, Yep, they will die”.
So they went to feed the the cattle on the levy. They couldn’t find the cattle so they just laid it on the ground.
“Where are the cattle?” said Little Bill. “Oh, they’re out there
somewhere trying to find food said Grampa.
Wherever there is food they will come to the feed”. “They will?”
said Little Bill. “Yep, sooner or later they will come”, said Grampa.
“The cattle are coming!” yelled Little Bill. “Yep, I told you”,
said Grampa.
Just then, Grampa fell on the wagon holding his throat. “What’s
the matter?”, said Lil’ Bill. Then Grampa started to get up. “I don’t
know,
said Grampa, all of a sudden I started to get dizzy and fell down”.
They went back to the house so Grampa wouldn’t get dizzy again in the
cold air.
It was their lunch time and they were having pork chops, beans,
and rice. “This is good!” said Lil’ Bill.
Later that night when it was 9:00, it was bedtime. “Time to go to
bed”, hollered Grampa. Lil’ Bill said, “okay I’m going to bed now”.
After
Lil’ Bill went to bed, Grampa went to bed too. Grampa was snoring and
Lil’ Bill was snoozing. It was a good night that night, but the next
morning....,
The cat got Grampa
Well, almost got him.
Lil’ Bill thought he was just too sleepy to get up but he wasn’t. Then
Lil’ Bill woke up and ran down the stairs, he saw Grampa laying in bed.
He went over to Grampa and said, “get up, Grampa! get up!”. But Grampa
didn’t say a word. “Oh no!” said Lil’ Bill, “Grampa’s in trouble”.
Searchlight growled as though Lil' Bill was in trouble.
Searchlight and Lil’ Bill ran to Doc. Smiths house. Doc. Smith is
a doctor. When they finally got to Doc. Smiths house Lil’ Bill ran in the
house
and yelled to Doc. Smith “Grampa’s in trouble!, Grampa’s in trouble!”.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Lil’ Bill!”, Doc. Smith said. “What did you
say, Grampa’s in trouble?”. “Yes”, said Lil’ Bill, “Grampa’s sick!”
So they hitched the horses to the wagon while Searchlight ran.
They reached Lil’ Bills’ house and ran to Grampa.
Chapter 2
Grampa
Doc. Smith saw Grampa laying down in bed. “He usually gets up before
me”, said Lil’ Bill. Doc. Smith got out her bag that she checks
people with, then she checked Grampa. She then said to Little Bill that
Grampa
had a heart attack. “No”, said Lil’ Bill, Grampa’s a strong man, he
couldn’t. “Yes, he could”, said Doc. Smith. “No!, he couldn’t!”
said Lil’ Bill, and he started to cry.
Doc. Smith went back to her cabin slowly and quietly so that she
wouldn’t
disturb Little Bill. After a few minutes, Lil’ Bill stopped crying.
Then he looked around and he didn’t see Doc. Smith. Lil’ Bill
yelled, “Doc Smith, where are you?!”. Little Bill said it over and over.
Meanwhile, Doc. Smith was back at her cabin making a cake for Little
Bill, Searchlight, and Grampa.
Then it was night time and Little Bill left grandpa at the house and
went to Doc.Smiths house to get the medicine for grandpa.Hey, Doc.
Smith I came to get the medicine that grandpa was supposed to take.Oh
my word. Your grandpa was supposed to take that medicine at 7:00. Now
It’- 8:08.Here There's your grandpa’s medicine go ,go or your grandpa
will die.So Little Bill hurried as fast as he could to get to
grandpa.Then Little Bill finally made it to grandpa. He hurried inside
to give grandpa his medicine before he will die.So Little Bill went to
give grandpa his medicine. Little Bill was giving grandpa his medicine
when grandpa finally said a word.Well actually he said ???? of words.
What he said was,Go water & fertilize the plants.After that he said
this,Also go water and feed the cattle and the heard of sheep. So
Little Bill went to feed the cattle and the herd of sheep. When Little
Bill feed the herd of sheep he found a died little lamb.Their lamb was
just 2 weeks old.The mother sheep died of an heart attack. Only because
of her little lamb died.The little lamb died of fright.Because a coyote
came up and almost killed the baby so the lamb died of fright.Little
Bill carried the lamb in his fence that he built and he buried the
little lamb 5 feet deep in the ground. Only so that animals couldn't
dig the lamb up out of the ground.Searchlight barked and barked as
Little Bill buried the little lamb.Then Searchlight started to bark at
something in the field. What is it boy! What is it!Searchlight looked
at Little Bill and started to run in the field.Little Bill followed
Searchlight to the field.When Little Bill got there Searchlight had
done killed a wolf that killed another baby lamb. The herd of sheep
were going loonytic.Little Bill was frightened. Little Bill thought
that if coyotes come and kill the baby lambs more of the coyotes would
come to kill more.Little Bill and Searchlight went to the house to tell
grandpa about the coyotes and the herd of sheep.They got to grandpa and
told him that”Grandpa coyotes are getting on the farm and killing the
baby lambs, and also the big sheep to.”Grandpa didn’t say a word to
Little Bill.Little Bill started to cry. Little Bill said”Grandpa why
did you get like this, Ho WHY.!!!”Then Searchlight put his paw on
Little Bills arm. Then Little Bill got up and went outside.Little Bill
went to check on the little lambs and there were none of the little
lambs missing or none of the big sheep.Then they went to the school
house to visit there friends.They met almost all of there friends.It
was dark at night and Little Bill went home to get in bed.That night
Little Bill couldn’t go to sleep.Little Bill didn’t know
why.Searchlight was sound a sleep.Searchlight was having such a good
dream that Little Bill could scream in his ear and he still wouldn't
get up.The dream that Searchlight was having was him and a girl getting
married.But it was just a dream.That morning when Searchlight woke up
he was so mad. Only because it want true, and it was only a dream.
But the dream was over with.Searchlight wanted to go and check on the
herd of sheep and baby lambs.They went out there and Little Bill had
his gun with him.The gun was a 3-0 -8.It’s kind of like a 30-out 6.
Little Bill saw a coyote out in the field stocking the sheep. Little
Bill hated to kill animals but he had to do it. Then the coyote jumped
up and he saw Little Bill.BAM, BAM, BAM,went Little Bill’s gun.Little
Bill said”I’m sorry but I had to do it”But it was over with.Little Bill
and Searchlight went to put the coyote in the woods.But the next day
the coyote stunk worse than Little Bill and Searchlight would think it
would. Little Bill and Searchlight and grandpa could smell it in the
house even it stunk so bad.Little Bill and Searchlight went to put the
coyote some where else while grandpa would stay in the house where it
was warm.Little Bill took the coyoty out of the woods and he took it to
a junkyard that even the dead coyoty wouldn’t even want to be in it it
stunk so bad.While Little Bill was putting the coyoty in the junkyard
Searchlight backed up away from the junkyard.Then all of a sudden a
huge germaned sheperd growed at Little Bill.But Little Bill did not ear
the growling.Searchlights ears shot up in the air smelling the germand
sheperd.Searchlight started to growl to.Little Bill tured his back on
the germaned sheperd and Little Bill made a mistake right then.The
germanded sheperd jumped out of the junkyard and bit Little Bill in the
leg. Little Bill was hurt.Searchlight started to takle the germaded
sheperd.Just like a football player would takle Steve Young.When the
germaned sheperd ran off Little Bill and Searchlight was badly
hurt.Little Bill was bitten in the leg the ribs and Little Bill got
clawed in the face.Searchlight was sorteve okay.But Little Bill was
engered more then Searchlight was.Little Bill and Searchlight tried to
go home. Then a man came up in front of them.Searchlight started to
growl again.The old man said to Little Bill and Searchlight that he was
sorry about what happed about the dog.It was my dog I was trying to
call him back to me. But he just didn’t listing to me.Come inside and
have somthing to drink. I’ll get my wife to hill you up. And your dog
then Little Bill interuped and he said Searchlight is his name.The old
man said Searchlight I’ll fix him up right quik.Little Bill said are
you a vet.Yes I’m a vet.Little Bill was so suprised.Your relly a vet I
can’t baleve it.Yep I’m a vet.Well I’d better get to working on
Searchlight.Hey you think you can
come over lots of times my wife
and I get kinda borered down here.Hey you want to came over to my house
somtime Little Bill said.Sure said the man.The man said somtimes My
wife and I can come over to your house somtimes Little Bill.Ya!Said
Little Bill.Well I’d better get home.Oright O.K., O.K.said Little Bill
then the old man said it.Then Little Bill satarted to go home without
Searchlight.Little Bill said I’ll come back tomorrow you think you can
be finished with Searchlight by then.
Sure said the man.So Little
Bill went back to the house to grandpa.When Little Bill got home with
grandpa he got in the bed.Befor he got in bed,he got his sleepingbag
and put it beside grandpa.So mLittle Bill could sleep by grandpa that
night.Because Searchlight used to keep grandpa some compine during the
night.,Searchlight would sleep up on the foot of the bed.And
Searchlight would keep grandpa some compine and keep his feet warm
duing the night.
Little Bill went to sleep and then Little Bill
wokeup and thoute about Searchlight at the old mans house down in the
hills.Little Bill got out of bed and got dressed.Little Bill was going
to get Searchlight from the old mans house from down in the
hills.Little Bill finnily got to the old mans house.Little Bill knocked
on the door to see if the old man had Searchlight fixed yet.But the old
man didn’t have Searchlight fixed yet but Little Bill was so exited to
see Searchlight again.The old man awoke from in bed.And the old man
said in his mind that must be that boy coming to get Searchlight,but I
havn’t fixed Searchlight yet.The old man went to ancer the door.He
looked out the peek hole in the door he had put in the door while he
was putting up the door when he was building the house.He opened the
door for Little Bill. Little Bill hured up and said did you fix
Searchlight over the night.The old man said he didn’t get finised with
Searchlight over the night.Little Bill went inside to atleast see
Searchlight.Little Bill saw Searchlight laying down in a warm comfy
couch.Little Bill said Do you alouw dogs on your furniture.Yes I do I
have to alow dogs on my furniture I’m a vet , said the old man.The old
man said “Why don’t you come and drink alitle coffe”. Little Bill said
alright.
So Little Bill and the old man went to drink soime
coffe.The old man said”Do you know my name?”.Little Bill said no
Why?Wele I want you to know my name.My name is Mr.Ralf ..O.K. said
Little Bill.Mabe tomorrow you will have Searchlight done. Mr.Ralf said
“Searchlight has some real bad engeries.My germaned shepered was
trained to keep peaple way away from our yard.So for nowon I’ll tie up
my dog.Because you and Searchlight are going to be coming over to my
house an’t you going to be coming over to my house.Yes.Are you coming
to my house for alitle while?said Little Bill.Sure said Mr. Ralf.
Little Bill started to go home with grandpa.So Little Bill went
home.When Little Bill got to the house with grandpa he started to put
some wood in the heater that grtandpa had built when he was a little
boy.Grandpa was 12 years old when he built the heater for his grandpa
to use in his house.His grandpa pasted away because of cancer.
After a little while Little Bill thought about Doc.Smith the doctor remmber about Doc.Smith.
So Little Bill went over to Doc.Smiths house to get the medicine for
grandpa.When Little Bill got at Doc.Smith’s house Doc.Smith had a pie
for Little Bill and grandpa and Searchlight to eat.Little Bill was so
exited that Doc.Smith had a pecan pie for him and Searchlight and you
can’t forget grandpa,or it could be Mr. Ralf way in the mountain
tops.Doc.Smith came where Little Bill was in the kicthen.Doc.Smith
said”you got to get your grandpa’s medecine and get all of yases pecan
pie”.
Little Bill got the pie the first thing then he got the
medecine for grandpa.Pecan pie is Little Bills faverite kind of
cake.Exepe for pizza pepperonnie pizza.
Little Bill went back to
the house with grandpa.Little Bill gave grandpa some medecine and after
that he ate some of that pie that Doc.Smith cooked for all of
them.Little Bill gave a little bit to grandpa and a little bit to
Searchlight.Then Little Bill went to Mr.Ralf’s house and gave him a
littler bit of the pioe that Doc.Smith cookeed them.But Doc.Smith
didn’t know abut the man up in the mountain tops.
When Little Bill
got to Mr.Ralf’s house Mr. Ralf was shooting a scarcrow.Little Bill
said”What are you doing shooting that scarecrow?”Well I’m practcing for
hunting deer and things like that,said Mr.ralf.Little Bill gave Mr.Ralf
a pic of the pecan cake and Little Bill
left back home with grandpa
in the warm house.The heater was stile burning.Little Bill went by the
heater and got warmed up.It was winter outside and it was really
cood.Grandpa called Little Bill over to him.And he said in hand langues
is this “I want you to sale the cattle and every thing we have outside
our house exeped for the chickens because we have to eat there
eggs”.And Little Bill went outside again to sale the cattle and
everything they had outside.First Little Bill went up in the top of the
mountains and went to Mr. Ralfs house way far oof in the top fo the
mountains like I already said.
Little Bill knoked on Mr. Ralfs door
and Mr. Ralf came to open the door for Little Bill.Mr.Ralf couln’t see
the cattle and almost everything they had on their farm.
Mr. Ralf opened the door and Little Bill came in and ate with
Mr.
Ralf at the table.Little Bill said “I need to ask you if you can buy
somthing for my grandpa and me and for our farm we have”.Mr . Ralf
wasn’t so sure about buying anytrhing from Little Bill and his
grandpa.Only because he didn’t have very much money.
That’s the
only reason why he wasn’t that sure about buying the cattle and
everything they had on their farm exepte for their chickens.
December 1999, Anthony was 10 years old
Anthony
The Lost Land Of Unicorns
Written By: Anthony Cirilo
Once long , long time ago there was a Galleon named Is. Aponie.The
reason why was because she always had ponies aboard her ship.But...this
day was different there was a storm up ahead .
She was full and getting closer.”Save your life “ one of the crew members sceamed1111
The
storm had stuck the ship1 With terrore it washed the ship to it’s
side.The ponies were frighttened by the storm.The ship was tossed to
it’s side.But not a humans flesh was saved .BUT...........there was a
few things servived like .......................chairs, tables ,ponies
,shoes,dolls wait.......................... did I say ponies?Yes
Isertaily did.
December 1999, Anthony was 10 years old
MY LOVE
There are three different kinds of love which is family love, pet love
and also romantic love. Now I’m going to talk about all three of them.
Out of the three I’m going to talk about family love in this paragraph.
Like my mom and I sometimes argue but we still know that we love each
other. And it goes like that for my dad, we argue but at the same time
we know that we love each other. That goes like that for the rest of my
family also.
Now I’m going to talk about pet love. I have lots
of pets that I love. I have to feed them, play with them and sometimes
if they act bad I have to scold them but in about five minutes later we
make up for that when we play. Like our horse barely ever get any
attention and she gets sad but when the weekend gets here she gets
happy because we can get out there and run her and play.
Now
I’m going to talk about romantic love. What I do with romantic love is
when I do have money I either give them the money or buy them something
that I think they will like. I also like to spend time with them and
their family. True love can be painful, fun and also unending most of
the time. And if you think that I’m lying, you go and fall into true
love and you’ll figure out the I’m not.
And that’s all I’ve got
to say about those three kinds of love. So no matter what kind of love
it can be unending, painful and fun. But it all depends.
Darrell
This poem was placed in Grandpa’s jacket pocket March 08,1996
Dedicated to Grandpaw Cirilo August 18,1919- March 06,1996
GREEN GRASS, GREEN GRASS
Green grass, green grass, oh how you grow.
You grow at night, and you grow in the day.
You grow 24 hours a day.
But in the winter you start to die,
Then I sit on the porch every winter day,
I always look for the green grass.
And then one spring day, I see little sprouts,
They grow and they grow.
They grow until the green grass is back,
Now you are once again beautiful green grass.
Now you may grow and grow and keep on growing
forever until winter again.
Byron Darrell Cirilo Jr. age 10`'
And by yours truly;
nobody laughs
It
was a windy, sunny day when she walked into my life. I was enthralled
by her beauty. She was very slim, with magnificent long legs which went
all the way to heaven. I was madly in love at first sight. I quickly
learned that her name was Kay. In every way she was an angel, destined
to become my wife. Each day brought more joy into my heart.
I
had never met such a girl. Quiet, traditional, and very well mannered.
She carried herself with eloquence well beyond her modest years of
fifteen. Perhaps this was due to her being raised in a Christian home,
or maybe the fact that they were farmers, well accustomed to hard work
and the miracle of planting a seed and watching it grow into a harvest
after much tilling, and cultivation, and timely watering from above. In
any event, she was nurturing, and seemed to know exactly what I needed
to grow into a man, and that is what she gave, in abundance, and
unselfishly, without hesitation nor pondering, and I began to
understand the essence of Love.
After a brief six months of
courtship, I was ready (after some hinting) to ask her hand in
marriage, And on September 03, 1976, we consummated what would prove to
be the start of a long and tumultuous honeymoon lasting nine years
before the Lord would bless us with a child.
This was an
extremely important learning period for both of us, but especially for
myself as I was quite ignorant of what commitment really meant. Not to
say that I was promiscuous, but neither was I as virtuous in heart as I
could have been. This would prove to be a controversy in the years to
come.
After we were married, we immediately purchased a mobile
home and located it in close proximity to her parent’s home, and for a
while, this arrangement worked out just fine. She was happy, and this
made me pleased, her joy became my bliss.
In February 1985, I
received news of her conception while I was working out of town in the
oilfields. I was immensely proud, and distracted.
As I watched
her belly swell, I knew she was beautiful. Pregnancy only enhanced her
beauty. Soon we had a wonderful man-child, and as I stayed home, I
became well bonded to this child through firsthand experience of
nightly feedings, diaper changing, and colic. (Boiled onion water with
sugar to cut the taste does work!)
to be continued?
yard: I gotchur back
you knew i'd do this:
tejasmidget wrote:
i had to think about this. this is the right side only if you're standing in the front yard. :)
Chas wrote: Yep. I found that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the yard to flip sides. Slow learner, that yard.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
blind justice
Shoes and trousers lie in a mass grave site being excavated in Hatra, northern Iraq, Tuesday, Oct 12, 2004. Europeans skilled at excavating mass graves are reluctant to join the search for victims of Saddam Hussein's regime because the former dictator could face the death penalty for crimes committed during his rule, according to Greg Kehoe, an American human rights lawyer who is working with the Iraqi Special Tribunal.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Ecetera
Dimension gate or sky demon?
posted here are some other pics of interest related to to content posted on our multiply network.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Duty calls
It is 3:30 am and I have just returned from being summoned to extract
guests from a stalled elevator, I say stalled because the term stuck,
which everybody uses, just doesn't fit in this case. Its like I learned
quickly when first being introduced to the oil field and La. gumbo
(mud) several years ago. You're not stuck if you're moving, however
slightly, because sometimes you can worm your way out, with a backwards
and forward motion. Anyway, as I was saying, being awakened from a deep
sleep at 12:47 A.M., it is at first difficult to realize who you're
talking to on the other end of the phone, as I was not awakened by the
ring, the telephone was thrust in my hand in the middle of the night.
Then when you understand the nature of the problem, you know the party
on the other end of the phone is clueless as to what to do in
emergencies (used loosely here), and is not understanding your simple
instructions as to how to remedy this situation, and is not going to be
able to follow simple procedures. Sigh.
I
am already dressed, and on my way, I have called in route and know the
guests have already gotten themselves out, via yelling and cursing
loudly, for they are quite drunk, as is nearly everyone else I see this
time of morning, and have managed to damage the doors and make certain
the elevator is inoperable. Of course, this only gives a secondary
reason to continue on my way, I must now survey the damages, and return
my elevator to service if possible, I must also determine the cause of
the previously mentioned "stuck" condition.
There is a single shoe
and an unfortunate coyote in the highway as I persist on my duty call.
I think maybe they are the lucky ones, their job is done.
I arrive
at work, and retrieve my service keys, and find that the outer door has
been kicked out by my inebriated guests in their frustration and
realization that the security (another term used loosely) guard is
unable to help them. These doors have served faithfully for just over
77 years and they have been compromised inside the space of a half
hour. I make sure the guard understands this has happened on his watch.
There is no need for anger, I am satisfied with showing this person how
very simple it is to reach across from the second elevator, and unlatch
an undamaged door, with a broomstick, as were my words while on the
phone.
I discover first the reason for the stopped elevator, by
accessing the top of the car and traveling down the hoist way on
inspection. A misalignment of the roller cam on the inside car door and
the outer hallway door, a couple of washers behind the roller fixes the
problem. As for the outer door, which is wooden, it takes more coaxing
to return it to its proper position inside its frame, and I create even
more damage to affect the repair. Ah, well, I can worry about
aesthetics another day, what's important now is make the elevator car
useful.
I am home, but awake now, and fatigue feels slowly slipping
in. Sometimes I ask myself why I have for so many years always managed
to get these jobs which require a pager, and 24 hour on call duty. Then
I look around my home, and I understand, this is why, duty calls. bc
guests from a stalled elevator, I say stalled because the term stuck,
which everybody uses, just doesn't fit in this case. Its like I learned
quickly when first being introduced to the oil field and La. gumbo
(mud) several years ago. You're not stuck if you're moving, however
slightly, because sometimes you can worm your way out, with a backwards
and forward motion. Anyway, as I was saying, being awakened from a deep
sleep at 12:47 A.M., it is at first difficult to realize who you're
talking to on the other end of the phone, as I was not awakened by the
ring, the telephone was thrust in my hand in the middle of the night.
Then when you understand the nature of the problem, you know the party
on the other end of the phone is clueless as to what to do in
emergencies (used loosely here), and is not understanding your simple
instructions as to how to remedy this situation, and is not going to be
able to follow simple procedures. Sigh.
I
am already dressed, and on my way, I have called in route and know the
guests have already gotten themselves out, via yelling and cursing
loudly, for they are quite drunk, as is nearly everyone else I see this
time of morning, and have managed to damage the doors and make certain
the elevator is inoperable. Of course, this only gives a secondary
reason to continue on my way, I must now survey the damages, and return
my elevator to service if possible, I must also determine the cause of
the previously mentioned "stuck" condition.
There is a single shoe
and an unfortunate coyote in the highway as I persist on my duty call.
I think maybe they are the lucky ones, their job is done.
I arrive
at work, and retrieve my service keys, and find that the outer door has
been kicked out by my inebriated guests in their frustration and
realization that the security (another term used loosely) guard is
unable to help them. These doors have served faithfully for just over
77 years and they have been compromised inside the space of a half
hour. I make sure the guard understands this has happened on his watch.
There is no need for anger, I am satisfied with showing this person how
very simple it is to reach across from the second elevator, and unlatch
an undamaged door, with a broomstick, as were my words while on the
phone.
I discover first the reason for the stopped elevator, by
accessing the top of the car and traveling down the hoist way on
inspection. A misalignment of the roller cam on the inside car door and
the outer hallway door, a couple of washers behind the roller fixes the
problem. As for the outer door, which is wooden, it takes more coaxing
to return it to its proper position inside its frame, and I create even
more damage to affect the repair. Ah, well, I can worry about
aesthetics another day, what's important now is make the elevator car
useful.
I am home, but awake now, and fatigue feels slowly slipping
in. Sometimes I ask myself why I have for so many years always managed
to get these jobs which require a pager, and 24 hour on call duty. Then
I look around my home, and I understand, this is why, duty calls. bc
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Kays Recipe "for the hard working woman"
Description:
any ingredient is optional
we do this 2,3,4 times week mmmm..phhttt!
Ingredients:
ground beef, mustard, mayo, ketchup, onion, buns, lettuce, tomato, pickles.
Directions:
Turn right onto hwy 84, go 1 1/2 miles, turn right into Sonic Drive Inn.
Push button.
salt & pepper to taste
Friday, October 01, 2004
Balance
An ecological community and its environment interacting and functioning as a unit
Lee says: "Is it gonna be a planter box?"
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
aphasia & history
Lee, don't know how you manage to keep all those bits of information in
your head for our enjoyment, but most, if not all, has some accuracy.
Lydia says: "..it also told me sherwin, then it said its not sherwin at all. my mind thinks hes the guy that fought grant."
I
take an interest in this because we have this large portrait in the
lobby alongside 1 of Grants flags that draped his coffin and I'm the
one whos called upon to tell the story behind the people in the
portrait and the historical event it is portraying.
Henry S. Sherwin did indeed fight in the Civil War.
He was 1 of the original California 100 who volunteered to go fight back east (I think they had too much sunburn).
2nd Regiment of Cavalry, Massachusetts Volunteers
(The California 100 and the California Cavalry Battalion)
they
were assigned to Sheridan's Army of the Shenandoah, and participated in
the sweep of the Confederates from the Shenandoah Valley during the
fall and winter of 1864. They fought with distinction in the battles of
Winchester, Luray, Fisher's Hill and Cedar Creek. They were part of the
long march from the Shenandoah to Petersburg in February and March of
1865 and later participated in the battles of Dinwiddie Court House,
Five Forks and Sailors Creek. At wars end they were present at the
surrender of Lee at Appomattox Court House. They took part in the Grand
Review at Washington, D.C. on May 23,
1865.http://www.militarymuseum.org/2ndMassCav.html
So thanks for filling me in on a little more of history.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
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