Friday, February 23, 2018

The Day's Mental Meanderings (Thursday)


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I'd stayed up for 1-1/2 hours after I took the pooch out at 5AM. Then, I returned to bed, hoping to sleep as long as possible, since I knew my day would be wasted. Unfortunately, When I awoke at 8AM, the dial on my clock was dark; that meant that the electric was off. I made as little noise and took as few steps as humanly possible to get to my “chamber pot” and back, hoping the pooch wouldn't hear me and expect me to get up and take her out again. I even prayed that the pooch would be content until I got up on my own.

A half-hour later, it was the MISSUS that came upstairs and woke me. She never could handle being without her TV and wanted me to get up and come down to be with her and the pooch. She was tuned to a local Christian station and the music was good, but the preachers that came on every few minutes left something to be desired. When the juice came back on at 10:45, the missus continued to listen to the radio, while watching the TV with the sound turned down. I guess she was trying to make up for a lack of electronic entertainment.

Yesterday evening, I saw one of the trespassers in his driveway on our way home from town. The missus didn't see him, and he didn't see me, but it confirmed where they were coming from. While the wife was getting a filling in a tooth today, I went out to the truck and talked to the DNR about the situation. I'm not sure there's much they can do unless they actually catch the guys on my place. I saw FIVE of the young hooligans (18-25 in age) in the same driveway on our way home today. This time, they saw me and I gave them the hairy eyeball. I would have stopped if the missus hadn't been with me. If I ever try to confront them on my place, though, I'll be sure and have my shotgun along, as they don't look like the type to cut a crippled-up old geezer any slack.

I mentioned being at Rural King yesterday. My main goal was to see if they carried hardware cloth, since they don't list it on their website. They do, but it looks like the zinc is put on electrically now, instead of being hot-dipped like in the good ol' days. Frankly, it wasn't very impressive looking. Tractor Supply didn't show it online, either, though I suspect they carry it. It would probably be the same modern cheaply-made version, though.

I got a phone message this morning saying that if I or my attorney didn't contact them in a certain amount of time, “my warrant would be activated.” I reported it online to the do-not-call folks, but when I tried to call the sheriff's office, I must have called the wrong number. It really gets me torqued that scumbags deliberately target folks that they know to be older. Oh well, God has a special place for them someday. I seem to find myself saying that a LOT lately.

We had 1-1/3 inches of rain in the last 24 hours, and more is expected, so the Ohio River will be coming up again. I pray that no-one loses their life or any more property than has happened already. I'm glad that I live on a hill. The wind might BLOW me off here someday, but I'll never get WASHED away! Copyright 2018
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Early Friday Memes

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Unbelievable Info From The Florida Shooting (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/22/breaking-police-make-horrifying-discovery-analyzing-unseen-footage-florida-shooting/?utm_source=anh&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=anhcampaign
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Don't Blame God (a link)

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https://crystalmarylindsey.blogspot.com/2018/02/dont-blame-god-billy-grahams-daughter.html
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Trump Suggests Bonuses For Pistol-Packing Teachers (a link)

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https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/white-house/trump-floats-bonuses-teachers-willing-carry-guns-class-n850281?cid=sm_npd_nn_fb_ma
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Beware The Tilapia! (a link)

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https://www.providr.com/stop-eating-tilapia/?utm_source=FamilyForever&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=providr

The bottom line is that almost NO fish you get in a chain restaurant is good for you.
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Murder Charges Filed In Nursing Home Death Of WW II Veteran (a link)

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http://www.foxnews.com/us/2018/02/22/murder-charge-filed-in-fallout-from-video-that-shows-nurses-laughing-as-dying-wwii-vet-struggles-for-air.html
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If US Doesn't Convict Hillary, Maybe Another Country WILL! (a link)

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https://www.lifezette.com/polizette/multiple-governments-are-targeting-clintons-biggest-charitable-frauds/?utm_content=buffere8528&utm_medium=social&utm_source=linkedin.com&utm_campaign=buffer
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Maryland Sheriff Says Civil War Before Gun Confiscation (a link)

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http://themillenniumreport.com/2018/02/maryland-sheriff-says-it-will-be-civil-war-before-gun-confiscation/
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Beware Bedside Bank Borrowing (a link)

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https://khn.org/news/bad-bedside-manna-bank-loans-signed-in-the-hospital-leave-patients-vulnerable/

Think twice before you sign anything!
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Listen to Your Betters (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-048: Headlines: Listen to Your Betters
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Obama Legalized Propaganda In 2013 (a link)

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http://www.commonsenseevaluation.com/2016/11/21/propaganda-on-the-us-public/#sthash.MStrcb5I.ENo2i6fW.dpbs

Not that the government hasn't always used it anyway.
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Teen Vogue Contributor Attacks Billy Graham (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/teen-vogue-contrib-attacks-graham/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=lifezette&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-22

And this piece of hell-bound scum writes for a TEEN magazine!
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The moral evil of gun-grabbers (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The moral evil of gun-grabbers
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Limbaugh - Protesting Students Following Dem Playbook (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/video/2018/02/19/limbaugh-everything-anti-gun-parkland-students-right-democrat-partys-various-playbooks/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social
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Shooting Survivor Refused To Ask Scripted Question For CNN (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-journalism/2018/02/21/shooting-survivor-quit-cnn-town-hall-refusing-ask-scripted-question/
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Some Info On The AR-15 (a link)

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https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2018/02/cries_to_ban_the_ar15_based_on_ignorance_and_hysteria.html#.Wo7POeknTcE.facebook
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Thursday Morning Memes

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"Crisis Actor" Works For PODESTA! (a link)

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https://squawker.org/conspiracy/confirmed-david-hogg-works-for-john-podestas-center-for-american-progress/
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Florida Deputies To Carry Rifles On Campuses (a link)

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https://www.aol.com/article/news/2018/02/21/florida-deputies-will-carry-rifles-on-school-grounds-after-parkland-shooting/23367925/?a_dgi=aolshare_facebook
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NFL Star - We're Suffering For Removing God (a link)

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https://thepolitistick.com/nfl-star-benjamin-watson-suffering-consequences-removing-god-public-sphere-video/
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Levin Joining FOX (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/fox-announces-new-show-launching-sunday-conservatives-rejoicing/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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250 Teachers Sign Up For 50 Concealed Permit Classes (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2018/02/20/250-teachers-sign-50-seats-concealed-carry-training-session/
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Dems Won't Allow The ONE Gun Law That Would Help (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/2nd-amendment/2018/02/19/pollak-please-name-one-new-law-stop-mass-shootings/
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Government Agency Caught Scrubbing Data That Disproved Global Warming (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/govt-agency-caught-erasing-data-disproves-climate-change-narrative/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Shooting Survivor Disgusted With Media (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/florida-shooting-survivor-liberal-media-exploiting-shooting-push-agenda/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Billy Graham, Rural King And Other Things


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I was raised in a Christian home and in church, but neither the family nor church was very evangelistic. My folks invited the pastor out to talk to me when they saw me become more spiritually aware at age thirteen. Unfortunately for me, he was more interested in trying to turn the folks into Pentecostals than me into a Christian. And so, after many troubled, wasted and sinful years, I was watching a Billy Graham crusade from Florida in the summer of my 28th year when he said “Change your mind, GOD will change your heart.” I won't go into why that was what I needed to hear, but I knew instantly what I needed to do the following Sunday morning. I went forward that Sunday to publicly acknowledge my acceptance of Yeshua (Jesus) as my Lord and savior. My life has never been the same. Would I have allowed the Lord to save my soul had Billy Graham not spoke those words? Maybe, but maybe NOT!

The missus didn't feel up to cooking today, so we made a “run for the border.” I then wandered around Rural King on a handicapped cart for a while, while my wife napped in the truck. I was disappointed they didn't have a couple things that I was hoping to find, but I wasn't surprised. Like most places anymore, they only stock what sells the best and I have unusual tastes,I guess.

I was also disappointed in the quality of several things that I looked at, but it wasn't RK's fault, quality is down and prices are up on EVERYTHNG these days. I looked at some splitting wedges and had to laugh when they looked more like cold chisels than wedges. I don't know HOW you'd ever get those things started into a piece of firewood without them bouncing out. But then, my dad used to take them to the blacksmith to thin down the points 50 years ago. It's sad that people who design such simple things have no idea how to use them.

A look at the hand and lawn and garden tools showed a preponderance of “Truper” brand products from Mexico with the same low quality that brand has ALWAYS demonstrated. They made no effort to hide the fact that their tool handles were simply sawn from a board. I'd heard that Stihl had some of their stuff made in China for a while, but I was glad to see that their chains and flat files are now made in Switzerland. We heard the first spring peepers of the year on way home.

I see the WV teachers are going on strike. I don't believe in public employee unions for the simple reason that there's no competition to keep them cost conscious, not that most unions give a flip about such things anyway (I should know, I used to be in the USWA). The teachers don't care that they're already far better off than the average West Virginian, they want MORE. Obviously John D. Rockefeller was correct that MORE is the amount of money required to make a person happy.

And then we have the snowflake students protesting for gun control. It appears that Soros may be footing their bills, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. As some people have pointed out, these kids are of the same generation that texts while they drive and eat Tide Pods. I guess that makes their opinions valuable.

It's a crazy world we live in; sometimes I think I'll be glad to join Billy Graham when the time comes. Copyright 2018
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Attorney Calls For Federal Investigation In Drug Link To Mass Shootings (a link)

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https://www.naturalnews.com/2018-02-21-constitutional-attorney-jonathan-emord-calls-for-federal-investigation-into-link-between-psych-drugs-and-school-shootings.html
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Columbine Survivor Pushing To Allow Armed Teachers (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2018/02/20/columbine-survivor-turned-state-rep-pushing-allow-armed-teachers/
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McCabe Altered FBI Notes To Frame Flynn (a link)

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http://yournewswire.com/mccabe-fbi-notes-frame-flynn/
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Outspoken Florida Student Has Hidden Agenda (a link)

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https://conservativedailypost.com/outspoken-florida-student-may-alternative-agenda/
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Youngest World Leader Bans Soros Organizations (a link)

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https://www.jewsnews.co.il/2017/10/22/war-on-new-world-order-youngest-world-leader-bans-george-soross-foundations-from-austria.html
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Ultra Libs Spit On Graham's Memory (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/liberals-rejoice-vicious-democrats-cheer-the-death-of-evil-b-billy-graham/

I can't imagine how hot these folks will be in the next life.
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USDA Says "Food Boxes" Could Save Billions (a link)

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http://news.sarahpalin-blog.com/2018/02/21/media-widely-mocked-trump-innovation-usda-responds-end-saving-billions/
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More About "Mercenary" Attack In Syria (a link)

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https://bayourenaissanceman.blogspot.com/2018/02/more-about-that-russian-mercenary.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+BayouRenaissanceMan+(Bayou+Renaissance+Man)
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North Korea May Be Broke By October (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/kims-cash-crisis-north-korea-running-out-of-currency-broke-by-october/
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Sheriff Clarke - Student Gun Control Talk Has Soros Fingerprints All Over it (a link)

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http://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-room/news/374840-david-clarke-fla-students-gun-control-push-has-george-soros
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Billy Graham Has Gone To His Eternal Reward (a link)

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http://www1.cbn.com/cbnnews/us/2018/february/breaking-billy-graham-dies-at-age-99?cpid=socclub&adbsc=social_700club_daily75631087&adbid=10156066808981668&adbpl=fb&adbpr=6445306667
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These folks still need help; Please consider it if you can. (a link)

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https://www.gofundme.com/DanielTate
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Another Warm Day In February


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Our early lunch was barely down our gullets before the missus “suggested” that we take a long ride in the sunshine. It had been so long since we'd gone anywhere except town that I quickly agreed. So we took a leisurely drive east on the old Northwestern Pike, first on four-lane, then the older two-lane version as soon as it was available. It was a beautiful day, the snow was gone and the wooded hills looked nice, even in shades of grey and brown.

There were plenty of oilfield trucks on the road, even the two-lane, mostly “bottles” (water trucks) and “buckets” (dump trucks), hauling water and crushed stone respectively. I saw only one semi carrying pipe and not a single “sand can” (hopper semi hauling fracking sand). All the local camp grounds were full up and a few new industrial-style mobile homes had been set up since our last trip that direction. I hear that rental properties are going sky-high out that way, along with the rent for camping lots. I suppose after years of barely being able to rent their properties ay ANY price, the owners can't resist gouging people while they have the chance. After all, once the crews move on to the next field, the chance will be gone.

When we got home, the digital read-out on my truck said it was 81F. Though I'd originally planned other work, I pumped up the forever-flat tire on the lawn mower and whacked leaves in the half of the lawn closest the house. I especially worked over the dogs dumping ground and cleared a new section on the far side for the next few weeks or months.

Afterwords, I took the pooch out and we sat on the porch until the mosquitoes got aggravating. I killed my first one yesterday, by the way. About that time, I heard four-wheelers and a couple .22 shots over on my front ridge. I locked the house, got in my truck and drove out the county road to where I was fairly certain they'd come within sight, though on the neighbor's place. They spotted me as they exited my woods, stopped, sat and talked a few minutes, then headed over the back of the ridge and toward the head of a small hollow. I moved out the road and stopped and, sure enough, saw them come around the end of a small ridge and stop again. I heard one of them comment that “he's up on the road.”

They then headed on up toward the head of the hollow, so I turned back a neighbor's driveway, shut the truck off and listened again. It sounded like they were headed either to my next ridge or the next next neighbor back, so I drove on around the head of the hollow to his place. He saw me coming and invited me in from the door, but I told him I just had a question. He didn't know that anyone close had the habit of riding four-wheelers, so I'm thinking the kids may be from the next hard road over and trespassed through several places to get to mine. I was tempted to call the DNR, since I wondered if they might have been trying to poach game, but I figured the kids would be long gone before the law ever showed. I hope they think twice before they come back, since they now KNOW that I'm watching.

When I got back to the house, the missus gave me the devil for not letting her know what was up. I literally said NOTHING, since I knew that what I would have said would have made her far angrier than my complete silence. Of course, she would have given me the devil even for telling her I was going in the first place, so I choose silence quite often anymore. (After 35 Years, I'm finally wising up.)

As I sat in the swing a couple minutes to listen again, a small brown bat worked the side yard before me. Tomorrow, it's supposed to be cooler and rainy, so I guess he'd better hunt while he can. Copyright 2018
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My reply to a mostly good letter by a teacher, blaming modern parents for school shootings

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I agree that guns are not the problem, but lets not blame EVERYTHING on the parents. We have removed God, prayer, the Ten Commandments and the Pledge of Allegiance from most schools. We accept that we aren't allowed to mention Jesus, yet the kids are subjected teachings on Islam, often to the point of offering Muslim prayers and reciting verses from the Quran. Logic is no longer taught in any school I know of, but situation ethics and political correctness is rampant. Anything conservative is mocked, but socialist beliefs are encouraged. And, of course, white privilege and the automatic victimhood of  minorities is taught. And, naturally, self image is more important than character.
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A Repeat About WV Teachers

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The average HOUSEHOLD income for WV is $42K, and the average INDIVIDUAL teacher salary here is $44.7K. That means that teachers can't HELP but know that their DEMANDED increase will mostly be taken from the pockets of people poorer than themselves.
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CNN Prompts Students To Call GOP Murderers (a link)

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https://greatamericanrepublic.com/cnn-disgustingly-prompts-students-to-accuse-gop-of-murder-video/
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Soros Trying To Crush Brexit (a link)

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https://o4anews.com/george-soros-plotting-crush-englands-bid-leave-eu/
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Easter Holiday Missing On Latest Apple Update (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/19/christians-everywhere-infuriated-noticing-apple-latest-update/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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New Mexico School Packs Heat (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/19/school-likely-wont-next-target-not-hard-see/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Now Even "Christian" Colleges Expect PC Terms On Gender (a link)

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https://www.lifezette.com/momzette/steer-clear-gendered-language-husband-wife-school/?utm_content=bufferc3fc9&utm_medium=social&utm_source=linkedin.com&utm_campaign=buffer

Such schools are NOT Christian.
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Columbine Survivor - It's Not The GUN; It's The GUN-FREE ZONE! (a link)

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https://www.sarahpalin-blog.com/2018/02/20/columbine-survivor-florida-massacre-problem-isnt-gun-gun-free-zone/
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Two Students Used Kevlar To Protect some students During School Shooting (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/american-heroes-florida-survivors-used-bullet-proof-sheets-to-protect-fellow-students/
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Trump On Right Track To Prevent Shootings (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/20/liberals-scream-guns-trump-takes-action-solution-weve-desperately-needed/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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The real problem with guns and crime (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The real problem with guns and crime . . .
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(Some) Teenagers Want "No More Guns" (a link)

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http://freddsez.blogspot.com/2018/02/teenagers-demand-no-more-guns.html
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The Death Of Young Willie Lincoln (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: The Death Of Young Willie Lincoln...!
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Monday, February 19, 2018

Big Flakes, Leaky Mocs And Warm Weather


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The missus and I were at the Chinamart at the far edge of town the other day, when it began snowing. As we left the parking lot, nickel-sized flakes were peppering down. By the time we were ready to cross the river to our side, 1-1/2 miles away, the flakes were the size of half-dollars. As I sat at the stop light, I realized that many were actually the size of silver dollars (I realize that means nothing to my younger readers). Despite barely moving as I crept down a hill on the way home, the truck skidded slightly three different times. When we arrived home, about 25 minutes after we left the store, there was an inch of snow on the ground. And the flakes were still the size of quarters. The flakes gradually shrunk to near-normal size within a couple hours and finally stopped leaving an additional inch.

As I described the huge flakes with someone I knew a couple days later, an onlooker looked like she thought I was lying when I spoke of dollar-sized flakes. It was true, though; they were the biggest flakes I've ever seen in my 62 years. They reminded me of little lace doilies falling from heaven.

My beloved L.L. Bean Camp Mocs have sprung a leak, despite not being worn out. The crazy thing is that I can't spot WHERE that left shoe is leaking. I emailed the company for suggestions, but they had none, other than send them to a company that resoles shoes and such. I could be wrong, but I think I've heard that back in the day, they would have replaced them. I didn't ask, and they certainly didn't offer. I guess all good things must come to an end. Just my luck that it ends after I buy MINE! - lol

It got up to 72F at our place today, though the weatherman said 71. I don't know if that will be a record or not. It's supposed to be a few degrees warmer yet tomorrow. Some weather for February 19! The Old Farmer's Almanac isn't so accurate for my area this year. Oh well, we'll get what the Lord allows, I guess. Copyright 2018
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Stupid People - Poor Animals

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Every day on facebook, I share pictures of people's animals that are missing or that have been found and they're trying to find the owner. Sometimes, you see "Fido has gotten loose AGAIN blah, blah, blah." I know that accidents happen, but some folks obviously pay no attention to the safety and security of their pets. I hope the animals whose pictures I share get back to their homes, but I know that some NEVER do. One case in point is the large white dog whose nearly skinless carcass lay beside the road today. It was only one of many that I see over the course of a year, along with even more cats.

I watched today as we took a drive and there were countless animals running loose, tied in the front yard or behind a shaky-looking fence without an owner in sight. At one time, you could do that; people tried to avoid hitting pets. These days, many drivers don't even know what they've hit, they just hear a thump and have no idea if it's a dog, a cat or a child. They were so busy texting that they saw nothing. Some people, usually males in the 16 to 25 age bracket, deliberately TRY to hit animals, thinking that it's funny. MANY folks simply don't care and will run down anything that gets in their way, man or beast.

Then too, we didn't have so many owls and hawks in the old days. Many a cat and small dog ends up in the talons of a hungry raptor. We now have coyotes that we didn't used to have, and even many larger pets will succumb to a coyote, or a PACK of them. Near wooded areas, bobcats will kill every cat they can get, and they can climb as well as your house cat.

Then you have the cruelest animal of all - man (or woman). It's big business these days for people to steal lose pets, pets tied in front yards, and even those behind fences and sell them, for drug money, to dog fighters for "bait" dogs and cats. They're used to teach their fighting dogs to maim and kill other animals. Often, the bait animal has its mouth taped shut so that it can't even defend itself. That sort of thief has a habit to support, so they'll sometimes be bolder than you'd ever imagine.

It's a cruel world out there folks, your pet needs constant watching. Even a few seconds of laxness can see your pet attacked by a wild animal and gone.A few careless minutes could end in your pet being tortured to death by a fighting dog. Mistakes are made, pets escape, accidents happen, but just remember, all it takes is ONCE! Copyright 2018, but please share anywhere you can.
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Obama Helped Set-Up Flynn (a link)

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https://theblacksphere.net/2018/02/proof-obama-actively-participated-in-setup-of-flynn/
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So Tell Me!

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Exactly why do the women's march people want to save children from "gun violence" when they themselves are all about murdering babies?
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17 Killed By Shooter - 300 By Prescription Drugs Same Day (a link)

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https://www.naturalnews.com/2018-02-19-same-day-that-17-children-murdered-300-americans-were-killed-by-fda-approved-prescription-medications.html
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Michael Moore Was Unwitting Russian Stooge (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/russian-stooge-michael-moore-attended-kremlin-backed-anti-trump-rally/
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Top UN Children's Rights Campaigner Was Child Molester (a link)

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https://gellerreport.com/2018/02/uns-top-childrens-rights-campaigner-pedophile.html/
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"Russian Indictments" Just a way To Save Face (a link)

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https://rickwells.us/rosenstein-mueller-indictments/
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Trump's Brilliance At Trade (a link)

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http://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2018/02/interesting-analysis-of-trade-strategy.html
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Crown Prince Alexander - Soros' Heir (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-045: Headlines: Crown Prince Alexander
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Former Navy SEAL Running For Congress In Texas (a link)

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http://dailycaller.com/2018/02/18/navy-seal-texas-congress/?utm_source=site-share
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Rush - Offer Dems Amnesty With ONE Catch (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/18/rush-offer-democrats-ilegal-aliens-will-made-citizens-1-condition/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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A LIST Of Attackers The FBI Didn't Act On (a link)

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https://www.westernjournal.com/list-attackers-fbi-warned-still-failed-stop/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=romulus&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-19

Personally, I think there's a REASON they wanted these attacks to occur (along with the DOJ and the CIA).
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Eliminate School Shootings Over Night (a link)

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https://townhall.com/columnists/kevinmccullough/2018/02/18/how-to-eliminate-school-shootings-overnight-n2450380
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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Radical Left Group Calls for Murdering Republicans As Revenge For School Shooting (a link)

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https://www.infowars.com/far-left-group-calls-for-murdering-republicans-as-revenge-for-florida-school-shooting/
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Florida Gov. Demands FBI Director Resign (a link)

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https://www.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/16/florida-governor-drops-hammer-fbi-director-massive-demand/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Dems Using Massacre To Fund Raise (a link)

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https://www.dcstatesman.com/oh-dear-lord-democrats-fundraising-off-florida-massacre/
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Microwave Dangers (a link)

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http://justherbalmedicine.com/diseases-caused-microwave-ovens-youve-probably-ignored/
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Obama's Legacy (a link)

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https://www.jihadwatch.org/2018/02/obamas-legacy-iran-backed-hizballah-says-it-will-have-nearly-500000-missiles-aimed-at-israel-within-a-year
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Mueller's Russian Indictments Opens Can Of Worms (a link)

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https://greatamericanrepublic.com/the-mueller-indictment-of-the-russians-just-opened-a-can-of-worms/
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New Vaccines Will Alter Human DNA (a link)

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http://humansarefree.com/2016/05/new-vaccines-will-permanently-alter.html
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CNN - Pro-Gun Tweets Coming From Russian Bots (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/18/cnn-claims-russian-bots-behind-pro-gun-tweets-responses-gold/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Call Me Intolerant


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Well, it's been a long time coming, but I finally blocked a guy on facebook who just never quite figured out where the line was between righteousness and self-righteousness. He really couldn't help himself, I suppose, as his chosen denomination brainwashes their members into that way of thinking. I learned long ago that there's no need to try to discuss things with those folks, as they just can’t conceive that they might be imperfect like the rest of us. Another problem is that if I comment on his post, it then becomes available for all my “friends” to see, and I hate to needlessly expose them to such self-righteousness. The sad thing is, I'm positive he's a good Christian person, by and large, but too much self-righteousness wears thin after while.
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The Common Denominator Of Mass Shootings (a link)

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https://www.ammoland.com/2013/04/every-mass-shooting-in-the-last-20-years-shares-psychotropic-drugs/#axzz57HGwdNWk
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Kerry Approved Visas For Russian Operatives (a link)

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http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2018/02/john-kerry-approved-visas-russian-operatives-enter-us-2014-interfere-election/
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Denzel Washington On Obama (a link)

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http://yournewswire.com/denzil-washington-obama-america/
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New CBS "Comedy" Will Likely Offend Christians And Jews (a link)

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https://www.lifesitenews.com/blogs/new-cbs-comedy-living-biblically-mocks-god-as-lawgiver-will-likely-offend-j
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Trump's "Food Boxes" A Great Idea (a link)

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https://www.dangerous.com/41550/report-trumps-food-boxes-save-taxpayers-17-2-billion-2019/

The only LEGITIMATE concern that I've heard so far is that provisions need to be made for those with food allergies.
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Soros Spending Big Money In Texas (a link)

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http://dcwhispers.com/soros-spending-big-money-to-turn-texas-blue-and-hand-america-to-the-globalists/#m5MEPsHrL4vee38d.97
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Another Unpopular Truth (a link)

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https://squawker.org/culture-wars/if-new-york-city-was-all-white-people-96-fewer-shootings-91-fewer-murders-83-fewer-rapes/
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Palin On Florida - "We need to discuss the failure of the FBI..."

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http://www.breitbart.com/radio/2018/02/17/palin-florida-school-shooting-we-need-discuss-failure-fbi-not-second-amendment/
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Parents Catch FBI Grooming Mentally Ill Son To Be CONSERVATIVE Terrorist (a link)

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http://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/psychological-operations/parents-catch-fbi-plot-force-mentally-ill-son-right-wing-terrorist/
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Go-Fund-Me Account For Husband Of Fellow Blogger (a link)

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https://www.gofundme.com/DanielTate

Please help if you can.
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Inside A Social Justice Factory (a link)

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http://www.wnd.com/2018/02/inside-a-horrifying-social-justice-factory/
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Election 2018: A Good Start (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-044: Election 2018: A Good Start
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Fruit of the Mouth (a link)

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Perpetual Proverbs: Fruit of the Mouth
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Army Going "Old School" To Combat Discipline Problems With Millenials (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/us-army-recruits-entitled/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=lifezette&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-16
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Saturday, February 17, 2018

If You Like Purty Pictures (a link)

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https://www.facebook.com/TeenaBowersPhotos/app/309028460694/
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Chapter 21


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Chapter 21



John



The icy blasts rushed up the treeless hill with the unabated vigor of a run-away freight train. Snowflakes weren’t just falling; they were beating against the windows of the Federal Revival farmhouse like a billion tiny white flies seeking shelter from the howling wind. The sun hadn’t shown its smiling warmth all day and the freezing wind sought entrance into the home through every warped clapboard, every open keyhole, and every cold-shrunken door and window sash. Inside, four fireplaces roared and crackled with yellow flames, and the huge cast-iron cook stove in the kitchen at the back of the house glowed slightly red at the two back lids and the lower part of the stovepipe. Hardly any light came in through the windows, so those inside finally tacked old quilts over the doors and windows on the windward side of the house and lit the gaslights. It wasn’t a fit day outside for man nor beast and only moderately better inside. Still, the excitement of those inside kept them warm.
Seventy-six year old Hank Day was spending his time carrying firewood into the house to feed the voracious appetites of the fireplaces and the cook stove. He was also trying to stock enough wood inside the house to last through a night that could be colder yet. Gustavia (Gussie)—15, Corrine—11, and Bertha—8, were all at home due to the bitter wind and the drifting snow and were trying their best to practice their school lessons. Still, they spent more time pacing the floor and listening for sounds from their parent’s bedroom than they did studying. Flossie was the baby at three years of age, but even she knew that something special was going on and was a source of endless questions for her aunt, Marie DeVeau, who was watching the girls.
Marie was doing a little cooking, boiling water, fixing endless pots of coffee and tea and trying to keep the girls occupied as best she could. The latter was no easy task when they heard the occasional moan or groan come from the direction of the bedroom where their mother, Iva, lay on the bed that she usually shared with her husband, Cump Day. Cump wasn’t there, but he was aboard the train going from Charleville to Hunterstown where he received a wire that his fifth child was only a few hours away.
In the room with Iva was a half-sister, a cousin and the neighbor-lady who was the official midwife. It was late in January of 1925 and no one had even considered calling a doctor; most folks didn’t back then.
Cump made it into town on the 4:15 from Hunterstown, which arrived 45 minutes late from having waited an hour for a crew to get a windblown tree off the tracks. Only by having the fireman over-stoke the engine with coal did the engineer make up fifteen minutes of the lost time. A neighbor waited for Cump at the station with a Model-T on which he’d improvised tire chains by wrapping the tires with the trace chains from a pair of horse harnesses. There was enough snow on the brick streets of Newport that the chains got no wear from the pavement, yet they allowed the two travelers to move through the snow as fast as a good horse with a sleigh. At six o’clock, Cump stomped the snow off his boots, entered the rear hall door of his home and knocked on his own bedroom door before entering.
Iva was in pain, but conversant, so Cump gave her a kiss, chatted with her a moment and then went to the kitchen to greet his girls. Between hugs, kisses and worried questions he managed to drink enough coffee to return feeling to his fingers and toes. He then started pacing the floor with an enthusiasm known only to those who’ve experienced the situation. At 6:48, a long scream-like groan from Iva was followed by the healthy shriek of a tiny person very upset with all the commotion he’d just been forced to endure. Cump was told that he had his first son, and a few minutes later, the midwife allowed him to come in and see his wife and the newest member of the family. William T. Day, Jr. had entered this life on a day that he would never remember, but a day that the rest of the family would never forget.
Iva was 37 and Cump was 45 when “Junior” was born, so it was probably for the best that he turned out to be their last child. With four older sisters, two doting parents, an equally doting Aunt Marie and a proud Grandpa Hank in the home, young Junior never lacked for attention. The first picture of him, taken the following spring, shows the proud parents in what is obviously a studio. Cump is standing, Iva is seated and Junior sits on her lap wearing one of the dress-like smocks that were already long out of style with everyone except some country folks and very conservative people of wealth. Junior appears happy, yet thoughtful—perhaps because of his outfit. Already, he was being called “John” rather than “Junior,” due to the fact that little Flossie had given him a name which was easier for her to pronounce.
The next we hear about John is that he was the one to find his Grandpa Hank after his heart attack. It was a warm August morning during John’s second year. Cump was working and the family had gone to the Daley farmhouse down by the pike to do some chores. Hank was milking the cows and the girls were picking vegetables while the women were preparing canning jars in which to store the harvest. John, bored with watching the preparations, decided to walk the 75 yards out to the barn and watch his grandpa milk for a while. Cows were becoming what would turn out to be a life-long love for him.
After he’d been gone an unusually long time, Iva called for him. When he didn’t come and Hank didn’t respond either, Iva went to the barn looking for the boy. When she arrived, Hank lay on the floor of the stall and John stood where he’d stopped with his little wagon, staring in confusion at his grandpa’s lifeless body. Iva’s scream attracted a neighbor couple who were going by with a horse and wagon who then tolled the bell at the Methodist church and drove to town to inform the undertaker that he had some more business.
The next mention of the boy was about two years later when the family moved from their home on the hill to the Daley house down by the pike. It was a slightly smaller house, but had running water from a spring on the hillside, plus Cump had built a large outbuilding which served as a milk-house downstairs, a small country store at ground level and had a large bedroom in the upstairs. John was four years old at the time and knew the path through the pasture field between the two houses. Several times he escaped the clutches of his sisters, dove under the board fence around the lawn and took off up the trail to his former home on the hill. Eventually, though, after his sisters hauled him back over the hill a few times, he accepted the new place as home.
Cump and Iva’s son grew up a typical depression-era farm boy, helping on the farm, fishing in Waddington Creek and going squirrel and rabbit hunting with his father when he got the chance. The summer of his twelfth year, his dad worked away in the oil fields most of the time and left him to do as much of the farm work as he could. There were hired hands and out-of-work relatives living on the farm as well, but John made it his project to mow the whole place with their strawberry-roan gelding and the old one-horse mower. Nearly seventy-five acres of pasture and meadow got trimmed by the four foot cutter bar of the old McCormick mowing machine that summer.
John accomplished another feat that summer, also—one that will never be repeated in this day and age. Money wasn’t an easy commodity to come by in 1937, especially for a kid who lived in the country. Still, John found a way to get something he truly longed for—a straight-shooting .22 rifle. Riding his bicycle, he canvassed the nearby countryside to find how many folks would like to subscribe to Grit Magazine©, a publication geared mostly to folks living in the country or in small towns. It was printed on newspaper stock back then and was the only magazine to which many folks could afford to subscribe. How long it took, and whether he earned points toward the rifle or gave up commission money to trade for it no one living knows. However, before hunting season of 1937, the mailman delivered to the farmhouse door a Mossberg Model 37 Target Rifle, a bolt-action with a tubular magazine under the barrel, both a leaf sight and receiver sight, plus sling swivels and a sling.
With that rifle he added quite a bit of squirrel and rabbit to the diet of the Day family, a welcome event during those lean years. In high school, he took the rifle to school on the bus and competed on the rifle team. He was called “John” at school the same as he was at home and one fawning female admirer addressed her poetic entry in his yearbook to “Big John, the rifle guy.”
Like many young men of the era, John also loved baseball. He wasn’t the fastest at running bases or in the outfield, despite being six feet tall and only weighing 135 pounds. However, he was a good at batting and was at his absolute best in the outfield, slinging blazing baseballs wherever they were needed to put out an opponent. He was pleased to letter in the sport his senior year.
On December 7, 1941, when the Japs paid a surprise visit to Pearl Harbor, John was about three months into his sophomore year at Newport High School. In order to serve his country while still in high school, he volunteered as an Air Raid Warden for the lower end of the Waddington Valley. When the sirens blew for night drills, his job was to climb to the top of the hill and look for any form of light. Anyone who didn’t extinguish or cover their lights to make them unnoticeable was to be warned if the warden knew who they were, or the failure to cover the light reported if the warden didn’t know the party involved or the exact location.
Even tiny rural communities instituted such precautionary measures, but Newport could have been a legitimate bombing target since it was rail hub, a manufacturing area and at the junction of several highways. The idea was not to give the enemy a clear target or any indications of where particular targets might be located. Room-darkening blinds were big sellers during the war years, not just to keep sunlight out, but to keep room lights in, be they electric, gas, kerosene or candle.
When drafted into the Army after graduation, his years of shooting the .22 allowed him to quickly earn his sharpshooter medal. He saw enough of war in the Pacific to see the irony and the waste of human life it entailed, but unlike some GIs, he never let it turn into hatred of the enemy. Once, while walking a newly secured beach in the Philippines, he came upon a place where dead Japanese had been piled like cordwood, awaiting the crews that would give them a mass burial. As he stood there in the heat, with flies and maggots already crawling on the corpses, the thought that repeatedly ran through his mind was that every dead soldier was some mother’s son.
Returning home, he resumed working with his father on the farm, but also delved into the new business his dad had started in his absence—operating a sawmill. For whatever reason, his father soon promoted him to sawyer and demoted himself to off-bearer. About the same time, a new girl at church named Eve Larson caught John’s eye and a year-and-a-half later, they were married. In another year, they moved into the old farmhouse on the hill that John had kept returning to as a four-year-old.
John’s dad had bought 180 acres of mostly virgin timber on Tick Ridge during the 30’s, and when they moved the mill from the farm on the Old St. Ambrose Pike to the ridge property in 1948, they did quite well at their trade. Everything that would make passable lumber was sawn. The high grade boards were sold to a couple lumber companies in Marysburg, Ohio; the lower grade boards were sold at the mill for fences, barns and livestock pens. The poor quality tree trunks and the limbs were made into firewood, most of which was sold to customers in Newport.
John and a young neighbor named Ed Crowder were in such good physical condition that they would fall a full-sized oak tree with their crosscut saw and then not stop for a break until all the logs were sawed to length and all the larger limbs were sawn into fire wood. John and Ed would often saw and hand-split three face-cords of 24 inch wood (1&1/2 standard cords) and deliver it by noon. After dinner (that’s lunch today), they’d get another load ready and then deliver it after supper. Weather permitting, they’d sometimes do that for days on end.
Their wood splitter was a worn-out double-bitted axe, not the heavy wedge-shaped mauls of today. A flick of the wrist at the right millisecond caused the sticks of firewood to fly apart as if blasted by dynamite. It was a trick that few people mastered back then and even fewer know today. Sledge and wedges were used only on stubborn pieces. Despite their “primitive” methods, John and Ed made good money, but they earned every penny.
Proof of John’s earnings was evident from the facts that he bought a new 2 ½ ton truck in 1950, a Ford “Golden Jubilee” tractor in 1953, a Ferguson “40” in 1957, built a new barn in 1961 (the old one was leaning toward Fisher’s) and bought another new truck in 1965. Folks that aren’t self-employed probably won’t understand, though, why he never bought a new automobile as long as he lived, but purchased used vehicles instead. Practical people don’t mind spending money for things that make money. It’s more difficult, however, to justify spending hard-earned funds for pleasure or to “keep up with the Joneses.”
John and Eve were sociable sorts and were members of the Mount Zion Methodist Church and The Grange, plus Eve was involved in the Farm Women’s Club, a rural off-shoot of the Methodist Church. Also, John served as a member on the Stone County Fair Board. In 1949, they had a daughter, Agnes Francine, and in 1955 they had a son that they named “William Theodore Day, III.”
One anecdote concerning one of John’s rare displays of quiet temper deals with when he gave his son’s name to the nurse filling out the papers at the hospital. The nurse quickly asked, “Oh, is your middle name Theodore?” To that, John explained that he had no middle name, only an initial. The nurse proceeded to tell him that he couldn’t call the boy “the third,” since the middle name didn’t follow through. In reply, John raised one eye-brow, gave the nurse a look that could have chiseled granite and said, “He’s MY son, I’ll name him what I want.”
Strangely enough, when the hospital sent the birth record to the court house a month later, the Roman numeral had somehow disappeared from the boy’s name. The main thing that Eve remembers from that visit to the hospital was the kiss she got from John after he was told that he had a son. She says that she’s never gotten a kiss quite like that one either before or after.
There are people to whom family, heritage and ancestral property means little. John was not one of those. His family, both immediate and distant, meant the world to him. The heritage to which he was heir wasn’t one of wealth or fame, but a name for being hard working and honest. Nor was the property his family owned extensive; before he and his dad bought the Tick Ridge property, the family owned only 150 acres on Waddington and 60 acres a few miles away on Hogshead Run, just off the new state route to Wheelersburg. However, John could tell you where his grandfather once raised strawberries, blackberries or pole beans on the place. He could also tell you where his dad used to set up the cider press in the orchard and which individual trees had the sweetest apples. He also knew when a certain section of woodland had last been field instead of forest and where the last native chestnut tree stood on the farm before it was killed by the blight that wiped out the nation’s most useful tree.
His love for the land and for hard work didn’t cause him much trouble, other than perhaps keep him a little poorer than if he’d chosen occupations besides farming and sawmilling. His love of family, however, didn’t always allow things to work in his favor. With his sister Bertha and her husband, Delvin Byrd, living across the road, sister Corrine and her husband, Jack Jones, about a mile up the Pike, and his father-in-law, Roose Larson, on the next farm above Corrine, he was often called on to help during hay season or to bail them out of some problem they couldn’t solve. Since he rarely would take any money for helping family, and they rarely returned the help in like quantity, his own work and income sometimes suffered. Of course the family never considered the price he was paying for helping them, after all, he didn’t “have a job” like they did. Only those who have ever been self-employed can fully understand the ignorance, ego and unmitigated gall that such thinking requires.
In the summer of 1959, John and Eve planted a couple acres of cleared woodland above Workman’s Cave in Scotch pine and white pine to raise as Christmas trees. His father, 79 at the time, was upset with him for planting a crop on the property, remembering the old days of “corn rights” and squatter’s right’s. He apparently thought he would lose ownership in the property by John’s actions. He didn’t remember that it was John’s money that had paid for most of it and that John’s name was on the deed. His sisters got into the act by pooh-poohing such a “silly” idea as growing Christmas trees to sell in the first place. John, tiring of the hounding by those who should have wished him well, ended up letting the trees go unpruned and never sold a one.
In spite of increasing “family problems,” John still managed to slowly get ahead and, little by little, he remodeled part of the farmhouse they lived in. Two tiny upstairs bedrooms were combined into a single large modern-looking bedroom for Agnes. New ceilings were installed in the kitchen, dining room and living room and those rooms rewired. John even started hand-digging a basement under the old house. The home improvements eventually came to a halt, though.
Agnes had always been “different,” but she had been a “joiner” from the start—active in 4-H, church youth groups and junior high and high school orchestra. And so, when she graduated high school and wanted to get a degree in music, John and Eve mortgaged the farm and sent her to the most expensive college in the state. Unfortunately, one of her professors was an insecure pseudo-intellectual who dealt with his insecurities by bullying, badgering and belittling his students. Agnes changed majors and switched to a much larger and only slightly less expensive university the following year. She then switched majors another time or two before finally graduating seven years later.
Even though Eve had gone to work once Bill entered grade school, John and Eve hardly ever had a dime to spare from the day Agnes entered college. Still, when Bill reached college age, they offered to do for him what they’d done for his sister. Bill told them that to do so would finish bankrupting them and that if he wanted college badly enough he’d find his own way to attend. Unfortunately, Bill never wanted it that badly. Worse by far was the fact that Agnes only used her education for about five years until she married a Pentecostal preacher and gave up gainful employment. Agnes’ college loans were finally paid off eighteen years later, two years after John’s death.
The one bright spot in John’s financial life after Agnes’ college had begun was his Christmas trees—not the ones he’d planted and abandoned on Tick Ridge, but the ones he started planting on his part of the Day farm in 1967, the same year Agnes had started college. Each year, he planted a few hundred more, and five years into the experiment, he sold his first few trees. The proceeds weren’t excessive, but the money made Christmas a little easier that year.
Sales increased each year and slowly began to replace the fading revenue from raising his beloved Polled Hereford cattle. One winter day at dusk, John watched as his cattle wadded in prime hilltop-grown clover and swallowed it without seeming to even chew. He remarked to Bill that he enjoyed the sight so much that he could watch them eat for hours and never get bored. Asked by Bill which he would choose if he had to make a choice between farming and forestry, John told him farming would be the clear choice. When the question was returned to him, Bill chose the opposite.
A Christmas tree customer once asked John if it bothered him to cut down his pretty pines after several years of tending them. His reply was that the area then devoted to pines had earlier been the poorest, least productive land on the place and that the pines provided fall and winter color where only dead weeds once stood during those seasons. Besides, he planted a new seedling back by every stump.
Another time, a lumber customer asked if it ever concerned him to cut the huge oaks that made up the most valuable part of his sawmilling business. He said that indeed, there was a twinge of regret, much like what he felt when taking a faithful cow that was past her prime to the slaughterhouse or the auction. But, the human race required certain things to live, and for most, that included meat; for nearly everyone, it included lumber in some form. He explained how he considered wood far more beautiful to look at than brick, concrete, steel, glass or plastic. It seemed logical to him that the reason was that God made wood; man made the other materials.
He then spoke of area barns which would show their rugged strength long after he was gone, the classic furniture that had been built from his lumber that might still be appreciated decades or even centuries from that day and of the church up the road where believers knelt to pray beneath strong oaken rafters from the local forest that he’d sawn on his mill. He mentioned that his lumber was found in some of the best homes in Newport, and in yachts that plied the Ohio, Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. “Had those trees never been cut,” he said, “they would have eventually fallen over as rotten or wind-thrown trees in the forest and slowly turned to dirt without anyone ever seeing the beauty hidden beneath their bark.” John believed in the wise use of our resources and was quick to learn and apply conservation measures wherever he could, but he was disgusted by the strict preservations that were beginning to appear who wanted to waste some of the things he considered gifts to mankind from God Almighty.
Cattle prices continued to erode for a few years while the price of barbed-wire went through the roof. Finally there came a day when the bulk of the fencing on the farm needed to be totally rebuilt. John juggled figures every way he could, but each time the numbers showed that the fence would be worth more than the cattle it surrounded. It was a sad day for John when he sold his cattle, but he consoled himself with the promise that he would start up his herd again when the economy got into better balance.
Eve had gotten a job at one of the local banks about the time that John sold his cattle, and the story began to circulate in the family that his wife was the main breadwinner. The relatives who spread the rumor had apparently never seen the paltry paycheck that most bank employees bring home or they would have been embarrassed at the lies they told. Nor did they have any way to know that John still made two to three times what Eve earned at the bank. Still, the rumors hurt when they finally landed on John’s ears, especially considering who was spreading them. In spite of those rumors, John continued to help the very people who lied about him.
Outside of his family, John continued to garner some respect. A friendly smile always appeared when he met either an old friend or a stranger and he always knew some amusing joke or story to tell. He was well known for helping anyone in need, he was active in various farm and forestry groups, he participated in behind-the scenes politics, and his presence in the community as “the Christmas tree man” made him popular with a whole new generation in the valley. There’s an old saying that children and dogs are good judges of character; both liked John. His tree business was prospering and he and Eve were finally beginning to see some light at the end of the tunnel of debt they’d entered years earlier.
About that time his sister, Gussie, grew near death with cancer. All his life, John had been told that he would inherit the rest of the farm for taking care of his folks and his Aunt Marie in their old age. He and Bertha traveled to Washington, D.C. to see her and while they were there, Gussie wrote her will to include Bertha as half heir to the remainder of the farm. With the stroke of a pen, all those promises were turned to lies. Gussie’s excuse was that Bertha had more money to take care of the old house they’d grown up in, and Bertha promised whole-heartedly to take very good care of it.
Gussie died two days later and two years later Bertha kicked her elderly Aunt Marie out of the old farmhouse and “took care of it” with a bulldozer, a can of gasoline and a match. John’s Aunt Marie moved in with him and Eve, and Bertha divided the inherited property so that John’s “half” of the estate was landlocked property to the rear of his own land while her “half” was a nearly equal amount of property, but with all the road frontage. Gussie had appointed her as executrix of the estate and it would have taken a lawsuit to have fought the unfair division, so John accepted the division with little comment, even though he received only about a third of the value.
About that time, John’s recent “back pains” were discovered to have been unrecognized heart attacks. John trusted his doctor, but steadfastly refused his advice to see a heart specialist. For almost a year, his doctor refused to allow him to return to sawmilling and kept him on a strict diet to lose the too many pounds that had accumulated from too many years of eating delicious country cooking.
The day finally came when the doctor okayed his return to sawmilling and he spent an easy day puttering around the mill sawing some small logs and doing a little edging. It was like Christmas for him to once again hear the whine of the mill saw and enjoy the acrid smell of oak sawdust. He went to bed rejuvenated more than tired.
The next day was Sunday, and he and Eve went with Bill and his wife to the southern end of the state to pick up Bill’s stepson from church camp. John’s previous day of sawing had left him a bit tired, so he napped a bit on the way down. Once there, everyone noticed that his eyes were continually drawn to the towering poplar trees in the camp. Growing there in the valley between two mountains, the poplars had spent their lives reaching heavenward for life-giving sunlight and had grown tall and straight with hardly any limbs for most of their height. The family teased him about his calculating all the beautiful lumber those trees held beneath their bark and he laughed along with them.
They had hardly pulled out the gate to leave the camp when they realized that something was wrong with John. Rushing back to the camp, they gave him CPR with the camp nurse’s supervision, but before the ambulance ever made it from the distant village they realized their efforts were in vain. There, beneath those tall, beautiful poplar trees and amongst the green West Virginia mountains that he loved so much, John breathed his last.
The doctor would tell you that a lifetime of bacon and eggs for breakfast and meat and potatoes for lunch were to blame for John’s early death at age 59. However, all his ancestors ate the same way, and most lived to be quite old. Perhaps it’s only bitterness speaking, but Eve blames it on getting his heart broken by his family once too often.
Copyright 2008
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How "Ungreen" Of Us (a link)

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http://www.eattheweeds.com/how-ungreen-of-us-2/
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OOPS! Investigation Back-Fires AGAIN! (a link)

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https://theblacksphere.net/2018/02/oops-numerous-sites-listed-mueller-indictments-pro-hillary/
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Cops Called To Shooter's Home 39 Times over 7 years (a link)

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https://nypost.com/2018/02/16/deputies-called-to-suspected-shooters-home-39-times-over-seven-years/
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Hispanic Republican Denied Membership In Hispanic Caucus (a link)

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https://thefederalistpapers.org/us/republican-denied-hispanic-caucus
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Soros Wants EU To Regulate Social Median To Fight Populism (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/london/2018/02/16/soros-calls-eu-regulate-social-media-fight-populism/
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Ohio Parents Lose Daughter Because They Refused Transgender Drugs (a link)

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https://pjmedia.com/faith/ohio-christian-parents-lose-custody-of-17-year-old-daughter-for-refusing-her-transgender-drugs/
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IRS Planned To Seek Criminal Charges Against Obama Opponents (a link)

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https://www.judicialwatch.org/press-room/press-releases/judicial-watch-new-documents-reveal-doj-irs-and-fbi-plan-to-seek-criminal-charges-of-obama-opponents/amp/?__twitter_impression=true
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Soft Drinks Top EBT Purchase (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/food-stamp-study-top-item/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=bravera&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-16
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Over 1M Preschoolers On Psychiatric Dope In America! (a link)

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https://www.naturalnews.com/2017-08-27-over-a-million-children-under-the-age-of-six-are-currently-on-psychiatric-drugs-in-america.html
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Friday, February 16, 2018

Wet Weather And More On Saving Stuff


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It rained here for about 24 hours straight – sometimes barely misting, a few times pouring it down. All in all, we got about an inch of rain on top of our already saturated soil. Not surprisingly, the creeks flooded and the rivers are rising and may crest Sunday evening – some just above flood stage, some just below. Our usual road to town was flooded today, so we took the “back way”” in, which actually involves a section of four-lane.

It's been mostly in the 60's during the rain, even up to 66 at one point. The pooch and I got in some serious porch sitting while we had the chance. It was barely misting about dark last night about dark and I could tell there was a tiny flock of bitty birds wanting to roost in the eaves, but our presence on the porch concerned them They sat on limbs at the edge of the woods and chattered at me until I finally took mercy on them and went inside.

Our longest porch sit began at 3:30 this morning and lasted for 45 minutes until the pooch finally indicated that she was ready to rejoin her mistress. The missus was asleep, or we'd never have been “allowed” to stay out so long. The airport lights, five miles away, were barely perceptible through the steady rain. About 4, a lone car tooled out the ridge at an intelligent speed. Sometimes when I see a car on the road at an odd hour, I wonder what the reason is. Has the driver been partying, working very late, or leaving for work at such an early hour? It's none of my business; I'm just nosy that way.

Some of the responses to my post on saving things jogged some more memories for me. Like a couple of the folks who commented, we saved Christmas wrap to reuse, too, and rubber bands and paper clips. My mother's mom was slick at saving holiday cards and reusing them; often, you'd never know it was being reused, unless it happened it was the card that YOU sent HER then year before! - LOL

We saved milk jugs, too, to carry drinking water from my grandparents and water from the rain barrel to water plants in the garden. Baler twine got saved and was used for beans and peas to vine on, as well as to tie bundles of bean poles, tomato stakes and kindling that we sold. We saved burlap bags that the animal feed came in, of course; I think most folks did. We used them to hold apples and potatoes, to gather walnuts and hickory nuts and for anything else we could use them for. If they started piling up, you could take them to the feed store and sell them back to them for 50 cents or $1.

Glass jars and bottles often got saved, too. You'd be surprised how many jars have standard threads and can be used as canning jars, though all the experts tell you NOT to. Back when I made wine, I'd even save bottles found along the road, give them a good scrubbing and boiling and filling them with fruit of the vine.

Carrying on the container angle, paint buckets and drywall buckets always got saved. When I built my house, the only time I used a nail apron was on the roof. The rest of the time, I pulled nails from old paint cans. Incidentally, I didn't buy any nails until all my used and salvaged ones were used up. Also, those of you old enough to remember Alka-Seltzer bottles probably remember that they were perfect to save quarters in, though I no longer remember how many dollar's worth they'd hold.

Yes, we saved and re-used a LOT of things. Even today, I sometimes find myself buying Altoids, just because I need the little tin box they come in! - LOL Copyright 2018
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By Pill, By Doc And By The Grace Of God


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This winter, I've been having a lot of trouble with my back (probably from sitting at the computer too much) and my left shoulder (probably from sleeping on it so much). The back problem wasn't quite the same as I often have, so it didn't respond to my efforts to “self-manipulate” it back into place. My shoulder hasn't EVER been completely right, even as a kid, but it's gotten a lot worse this past year, as I slept on my side more and more to try avoiding sleep apnea. I was pretty sure that I had arthritis in the shoulder, too.

As I've told you before, I recently added turmeric and cinnamon to the Vitamin C that I was taking to combat inflammation and, therefore, pain. It seems to be helping. Also, since I couldn't get my back in place, and it seemed to be getting worse,I finally broke down and went to my chiropractor. He did what he could for my back and then told me a bout a new technique for my shoulder that he'd learned in the year since I'd last seen him. Since his next patient didn't show (it was snowing), he offered to try the technique on me at no charge. It was more stretching than anything else, but the positive effect was immediate. My shoulder has continued to improve a little since then. Doc DID say that I had arthritis in the shoulder, by the way. Probably because he heard it make that grating gravel sound it sometimes makes.

My back, though, got worse for a while. Before and through all this, I'd been asking the Lord for healing. One night as I moved slightly in bed, my back clicked and thunked in places it didn't normally move and my back felt good again. I continue to pray about it and it continues to improve, though it's still not perfect.

Some folks would probably just credit the pills, some might credit just the chiropractor and a few, just the Lord. I'll credit all three, but with the understanding that it's only by God's grace that the other things helped. And it's CERTAINLY by His grace that my chiropractor learned that new technique since I'd seen him last, and that my back moved “on its own.” Praise be to YAHWEH and His only begotten son Yeshua! Copyright 2018
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Thursday, February 15, 2018

Saving Bread Bags And Such


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On TV, we see the hoarders with mental problems who throw absolutely nothing away, including garbage. Those who lived through the Great Depression and either of the World Wars tended not to throw much away either, but they weren't mental and they didn't save garbage. During those years, a lot of folks had little or no money. If you did, there wasn't necessarily anything to spend it on, because supplies were limited.

Growing up, I remember my grandparents saving “throw-away” plastic plates and cups that food gifts arrived in from friends and neighbors. Then they'd use them, wash them and use them over again several times. Brown paper bags were never thrown away, since they could be used over, or used for craft projects for the kids and grandkids. Twine was saved in balls and reused as needed. A LOT of twine was used before staplers and tape became so common. Plastic buckets, worn-out metal buckets, old clothes (for quilts or “handing down”) were saved as well. In fact, almost ANYTHING that might have some future use was laid back and saved for that possible occasion. Containers were always popular; I remember round oats boxes for instance.

A lot of the kids raised by those folks learned the same frugality. I'm sure all of us have known people who saved the foil they covered the turkey or a plate of food with, washed it and used it over. If not, I can almost guarantee that you have known someone who saved and re-used plastic butter tubs and whipped cream bowls from the store. Such things have often been referred to as “poor folks Tupperware.”

One thing we saved when I was a kid was the plastic bread bags. They were often called on to hold snacks or sandwiches when going out on the farm to work. They were also used for sending trail mix, potato chips or cookies in a school lunch, or to relatives as gifts. My favorite use was for bringing back skinned and gutted squirrels from the woods when I'd been hunting. They were also used to store the heart and liver of a deer when dragging in a gutted carcass.

Even after I was married, I tried to keep at least a couple bread bags around, but the missus would pitch them every time she found them. Now I have to use bags that we pay money for to do what our bread bags would do if she wasn't such a spend-thrift.

This week, I saved a couple of the little open-top glass jars that her highfalutin yogurt comes in. One sits on my desk and the other on my nightstand holding cough drops. Surprisingly, she didn't squawk about it, as it lets me store the large bags they come in under the bathroom sink, out of sight.

I don't tell her, though, about my stash of newspapers and small fast food paper bags in my bedroom. They're stored very neatly, and out of sight, in plastic storage boxes and I actually have plans for them, IF I eventually open a part-time sharpening shop as I hope. Some things are best kept secret if you’re a “saver.” Copyright 2018
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Another Thrilling Day On Tick Ridge


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For some reason, The Mighty Dachshund got tanked up a little earlier than normal this morning, so the missus rang the cordless door bell that she uses to rouse me from restful slumber. I got up, like the good bathroom attendant that I am, and took Her Royal Lowness outside. Not only did she drain, she dumped as well, unusual for her first daylight outdoor sashay.

The predicted rain hadn't begun yet, so I returned outside and trimmed the last few low branches on the trees in the lawn. Then, I got a shovel and moved a couple of the pooch's surprise deposits from areas where I didn't want to leave them.

Going inside, I discovered the missus was already busy preparing a very early “lunch.” After eating, I went on the computer a while and then went upstairs to take a nap. I didn't manage to sleep very long, though, so I arose and began gluing a patch on the inside of the right leg of an old pair of blown-out jeans. I knew it would be at least a two-part process, but I'd used so much glue on the last pair that I didn't have enough for this pair.

Later today, we went to town to get a sandwich, because the missus didn't feel up to cooking supper. We swung by Chinamart, so I could get some more glue, but by that time, it was pouring down the rain, so we took the “scenic” route home. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. Copyright 2018
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