Saturday, October 30, 2010
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Friday, October 29, 2010
It has been well chronicled (see Flashback Friday #65,103 & 109) that I was infatuated with Pauline Pershing, my teenage neighbor. It is also well chronicled that she didn't like me, but only had eyes for the neighbor on the other side, Sneaky Crook. I think she got tired of the attention that I was payng her, and decided she needed to do something about it.
We were having a yard sale, and Mom had some of her costume jewelry in it. All the Pershing girls were looking over the jewelry like pirates looking through a treasure chest. They didn't have any money, so I gave them some, since sales were slow anyway. I also had a baggie of home made hard tack candy which I offered some, but only Tess took me up on the offer.
Later that evening I was talking to Pauline when she mentioned she had noticed how much attention that I had been paying Tess. I asked her what she was talking about. She replied that I must like Tess a lot because I had given her jewelry and candy (costume jewelry and home made hard tack, how romantic). She said if I wanted, she could ask her for me, if she would be my girlfriend.
This was going WAY too fast. I had never had a real girlfriend before. I stammered & yammered and finally said "OK".
She left, and a few minutes later, came back with Tess in tow. Tess had told Pauline that she liked me, but I don't think she thought she had a chance because I liked Pauline so much. With me out of the way, it freed Pauline to put the full court press on Sneaky.
The next day I rode my bike into Marengo and went into the corner drug store. I had noticed that behind the candy display was a small display of rings. I had a girlfriend, therefore I must buy her a ring. I plunked down $2.00 for a golden, adjustable banded ring with a red stone. Red because red is the color of love. Tess loved it.
A few weeks later, back at the swimming hole, she told me that she didn't love me any more. I was devastated. I stormed back home, slammed the front door as hard as I could, then turned and punched the wall as hard as I could. It was made of drywall, so my fist should have made a sizable hole in the wall. A word of warning, when punching a drywall wall, don't hit it where the stud is. I dented the drywall, but nearly broke my hand. If you knew where the impression of my fist was, you could see it, but to the untrained eye, it was invisible.
Tess was only the first of many who would break my heart in this crazy little thing called young love.
Do you remember you first "steady"?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
For those of you who can't figure out what this is, it is a violet. My front yard has lots of little violets coming up, just like they do in the Spring. Oh, I wish.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday I took "The Boy" out to our local bike path. The two prior day had been very nice, but also very busy. I had promised him a trip to the path so he could get some time in with his chopper bike we bought for him at a yard sale.
I picked him up from school, swung by the house and loaded up the bikes, and off we went. It had been looking overcast most of the day, but wasn't supposed to rain until evening. On the way to the path, raindrops hit the windshield. I told "The Boy" that if started raining we would have to turn back, but a few sprinkles wouldn't deter us. He was fine with that. We rode a mile out, then a mile back (that's two miles for those of you who weren't counting). That's him pictured ahead of me in the picture below. As we were putting the bikes back in the truck, the rain began to fall steadily. Thank you Lord for letting me get that time in with my grandson.
Tuesday we cleaned in preparation for the small group Bible study we host monthly at our home. Wednesday we had it.
Thursday wasn't real good, so you'll just have to use your imagination.
Friday, I took off work (vacation day) and went to my parents house to take out old cabinets & install new cabinets. There was noting wrong with the old cabinet except that Mom is short and can't reach to the back of the counter. There is also limited counter space.
After Dad left to tend to a rental, Mom & I decided to leave the old cabinets and install the new ones at the other end of the kitchen. This necessitated moving out a spare refrigerator and a small chest freezer to the utility shed (which has electricity) and removing the kitchen table (which was actually a patio set). Nobody ever ate at the table, and it had become a catch all.
After the cabinets were installed, Dad came home. He wasn't too happy about the table being gone ("I like sitting at the table and eating." "When was the last time you did that? You always eat while watching TV"). I left about that time.
Saturday, I helped move a single mom at our church. Five of us men had all her "heavy stuff" moved in an hour and 15 minutes. "We are manly men" was the catch phrase. She said she could move the boxes throughout the week in her car. I then went to our local Habitat For Humanity Re-Store and bought a counter top for the cabinets I installed for Mom on Friday. After we cut it to size, this is what the finished product looked like:
Mom was ECSTATIC about her new kitchen. After I left, and was a few blocks from my house, I got a call from from my daughter,"The Ogre", stating that Grandma had told her that she could have the patio set if she wanted it. Would I please take her to got get it. So back to my parents I went again and picked up the set. Dad told me that I was right about "When Momma is happy, everybody is happy". I went home, finished the laundry that I had been doing here & there since Friday morning and headed off to the store with my wife. When we got back & put our purchases away, I went to bed.
Today, I am writing this post. We then have Sunday School, Will go out to eat, take a nap (YAY! I love naps) and we have our annual Singspiration tonight, were anyone get the oportunity to sing. Your all invited.
Friday, October 22, 2010
When the movie was over we waited a few minutes for Dad to pick up up (this was before cell phones). Chawly and I spent the time rehashing all the exciting things we had just seen. Boy, Did Skeeter ever miss out.
Dad finally got there to pick us up, and we climbed into the back of the truck. Shortly after we began our 35-40 mile trip back home, it began to rain. Not mist, or thunderstorm, but one of those good ol' soaking rains. There wasn't room inside the truck for us, seeing that there were already four adults in the cab of the truck. A blanket was brought out from behind the seat, and we used that to try to stay dry. Needless to say, we were soaked when we got home.
I saw Star Wars several times after that. I convinced Gattabout to go see it when we visited him at his Army base. He had never seen it before. He actually went to a walk in theater to see it (he preferred drive-ins). Another time it was playing at a drive in when he came home on leave. We watched the two movies on our side of the drive in, then snuck over to the other screen to catch Star Wars again. Later, one of the drive-in employees knocked on our window and said "You can go home now." We had fallen asleep.
I found the Star Wars Trilogy on ebay prior to "Episode 1" coming out for $5. It was VHS, but we still have a working VHS player, so I thought it was a great buy. "The Boy" has seen it several times, and enjoys it just as much as I do every time I see it again.
Do you have a movie that you can see time & time again?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
She even got to pet a couple of them, and one of them gave her a kiss. This was taken right after the kiss. It's hard to hold a baby & take pictures at the same time.
There were other animals there too like goats and rabbits. Here is "The Girl" discovering the the fuzzy goodness of an angora rabbit.
By the time we got home, she was worn out and took a two hour nap.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Greeting to all who have ventured this way again. Autumn is here bringing chilly breezes and cold rains. I figured I'd give you one more warm summery post to take the chill off your blog reading.
It has been told many a time in these posts that I spent a great deal of time back at the creek behind our house. I've also told you many a time that I (still) cannot swim. You would think I would have caused my parents many sleepless nights by spending so much time back at the creek. I was never told not to go, so I assumed that I had perpetual permission to be there.
My neighbors were back there a lot too. The WWE kids, the Butcher boys, The Pershing girls and the Crooks all spent time with me back at the creek. There was a mile long segment that we always stayed in. That was about to change.
One day, a couple of the Crook boys told us of a deep section of the creek that they found. Under normal circumstances, the creek was about waist deep at the deepest point we navigated. They said they had gone up the creek a bit and found an even deeper spot (seeing that sticky fingers were a common past time with the Crooks, going "up the river" seemed prophetic).
When we (me, 3 Crook boys & 4 Pershing girls) got to the spot, we realized that this would make a great swimming place if we could do some improvements. In a spot that was about 15 feet square, we took out as many large rocks as we could, making the water chest deep. We put these rocks downstream to make a small dam. It wasn't very effective, but it did widen the creek at that point a bit.
We had no tree nearby, or bank in which to dive from. We simple waded out, and swam (except for me, I waded out and waded). The one attempt to tie a rope to a tree ended in failure. The closet limb would get you as far as the ankle deep water at the bank. Swing & let go to try to make the deep point landed you in knee deep water.
If it wasn't for the presence of the Pershings, I never would have gone back to the swimming hole. I didn't care too much for the Crooks. It didn't help matters that I was infatuated with the eldest Pershing girl. She didn't know I existed. She only had eyes Sneaky Crook, the second oldest.
After the Pershings moved away, I seldom went back to the swimming hole. If The Crooks were back there, I stayed away, or visited my old stomping ground down the creek. After the Crooks moved, I don't think I ever visited it again.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
1)Do you have a favorite love song that makes you feel warm and fuzzy?
I have liked the song "Touch Of The Master's Hand" by Wayne Watson from the time I first heard it (20 some years ago). It still blesses me today.
2)Do you remember the first time you really felt God tugging at your heart? Where were you and how did it make you feel?
I had been invited a couple of times to a church by a girl at school in the ninth grade. Early in the eleventh grade, I was invited by my best friend. I didn't know that they were the same denomination. When I put 2 & 2 together, I figured that God was trying to tell me something. I haven't left.
3)Do you remember a particular time when someone encouraged or complimented you and it changed your whole attitude, giving you a better day?
I had just tracked down some missing parts for my supervisor. After I told him of their whereabouts, as I was leaving, I heard one of the other supervisors ask "Where can I find someone like that for me?" It made my day.
4)What is/was your very favorite subject in school and why?
I love history. You get a chance to see how things were done, and contemplate how things might now be if things were done differently.
5)What is your preference of a pet - dog, cat, fish, or none?
I am a dog person. I have had some very loyal dogs. Cats are too aloof.
6)Name one thing that you really like about your personality.
I can find humor in almost all things. It's one of my main coping mechanisms.
7)Name one thing that you would like to improve about yourself.
I would like to be able to feel comfortable around folks that I don't know well. People who don't know me well tell my wife that I'm really quiet. If you know me well, you know that's not really true.
8)Name one thing that you are very thankful for and can't imagine living without.
Faith. Now faith is the substance of hings hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1. Even when I can't feel God, I KNOW he is there.
I'm supposed to tag others. Since , other than my wife, I only have three readers on this blog, and Mrs. Lemon was tagged in the same post that tagged my wife, that leaves only Jewel & Mrs. Nurse Boy. If you decide to answer the questions, please leave me a comment so I can check out your answers.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
My blogiversary was back in August. I've posted 18 times since the date ("Have shear, will travel" was posted on the second year anniversary of my starting this blog).
At least It wasn't my wedding anniversary that I "misremembered".
Monday, October 4, 2010
At the middle of last year, all the men were presented with a ceremonial prayer shawl (lovingly crafted by my wonderful wife). At the beginning of this year, we were also given a covenant to sign. It states:
By the grace of God I will be faithful...
In regular church attendance.
To the Prayer room before service and personal prayer life.
To prayer at the altar after service both personally and for others.
To regular Bible reading and study.
In praise and worship in spirit and truth.
In tithes and offerings.
In the physical upkeep of the church
In the reverence of the house of God.
In leading as the head of my household.
In separation and holiness.
In living and promoting the spirit of unity and cooperation.
In living and promoting fellowship & hospitality.
In sharing my faith by teaching Bible studies and witnessing.
In sharing my faith by teaching my family in leadership through Bible studies.
In finding and fulfilling a personal ministry.
Saturday, we stopped by Jo-Mongous Fabric store and found everything to make an attractive wall mount for it all. Pictured below is the framed covenant, the prayer shawl and the Sword of the Spirit award.
This hangs in our living room, visible to all who enter Castle Nottaguy. My wife (who is quite the Bible scholar) wanted to fashion a hanger for the sword out of a three fold cord (see Ecclesiastes 4:12) of blue, red and gold.
She said that since the sword is symbolic, we might as well go all out with symbolism. The blue represents purity. The red represents the blood of Christ. The gold represents heaven. The sword can also be easily taken down to take to church every month when a new recipient is named.
This award wasn't given because of what was lived in the past. It represents a call to right living and faithfulness. There have been times recently that I felt very undeserving. I cannot change the past. I can change the future. With God's help, I plan to do that.
Friday, October 1, 2010
I'm on the left and Bart is on the right. This is why you don't see many pictures of me on my blog. I'm not very photogenic.