Monday, March 26, 2012

THE GOOD OLD DAYS: As Captured By Norman Rockwell

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THINGS AIN'T WHAT THEY USED TO BE, AND PROBABLY NEVER WERE
Will Rogers

CAN ANYONE REMEMBER A YOUTH WHEN
TIMES WERE NOT HARD AND MONEY SCARCE?

Norman Percevel Rockwell, (1894-1978) was born in New York City to Jarvis Waring Rockwell and Anne Mary (Hill) Rockwell.  His earliest American ancestor, John Rockwell (1588-1662), came from Somerset, England in 1635 aboard the good ship "Hopewell".   Rockwell was a 20th century painter and illustrator who had broad appeal in the United States.  His art graced the cover of The Saturday Evening Post for over four decades and brings back many memories of my youth.
IF YOU ARE YEARNING FOR THE GOOD OLD DAYS,
TURN OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER - Griff Niblack


In this picture Rockwell caught the enthusiasm of youth and the dourness of old age.  I remember fishing with my Grandpa Pierce.  I always went with him when I could, which wasn't too often.  Grandpa certainly would not have allowed a dog going fishing.  Neither would he have allowed such exuberance on my part.  I learned endurance, more than any thing else, fishing with Grandpa Pierce.  You had to sit perfectly still not making a sound.  Certainly not talking.  Didn't want to "scare" the fish!" 

Every great once in awhile, I went fishing with Grandpa and his brother, Uncle Fred.  Now, that was a treat!  Uncle Fred, a tall, congenial man, always with a pipe in his mouth, who paid no attention whatsoever to Grandpa Pierce.  He laughed and told stories--and caught his share of fish, I might add.  In this relationship I learned how to handle my own brother, Henry, who everyone tended to tip toe around.  I loved poking fun at Henry just like Uncle Fred did at Grandpa.  Henry and I had the best of relationships, incidentally.

Once, when I was maybe four or five, when we were walking through the field to the river, the grasshoppers were everywhere.  Grandpa told me to "catch some of those grasshoppers".  And I did, I caught a lot, but had trouble holding on to them.  Grandpa said, "Pull their legs off".  I did.  When he got out his fishing line, which was wrapped around a cork with a sinker and hook, he tied it to a small limb he would cut from a tree and trimmed up.  He then asked for a grasshopper.  I held up an entire hand full of LEGS.  I had thrown away the grasshopper, I thought he meant to keep the legs.  He  promptly told me that "I was the dumbest kid he had ever seen".  I was a fast learner.  From that time on I threw away the legs and kept the grass hopper.

OH, FOR THE GOOD OLD DAYS
WHEN PEOPLE STOPPED SHOPPING WHEN THEY RAN OUT OF MONEY

 THE SATURDAY NIGHT BATH
I'm Not At All Certain We Got A Bath Once A Week

We did not have indoor plumbing.  We never thought anything about it as none of our neighbors did either.  Outhouses and wells, in our case, a hand dug cistern.  

In the summer time I don't ever remember getting a bath.  We were in the river every summer day.  We just "soaked" it off.  Mom would make me wash my feet from time-to-time when my feet got particularly grimy from always going bare footed.  We didn't have shoes in the summer time.  I hated washing my feet and was once throwing a fit as Mom poured boiling water from the tea kettle into the wash pan, saying "Don't put your feet in the water yet, it's hot".  I was as bull headed then as I am now, I said "I don't care" and stuck my left foot into the scalding water.  I WAS WRONG, I CARED, I CARED BIG TIME!  

Things were so different.  Right away Mom put lard on my foot and hustled me down the dirt road about a quarter mile to my older cousin, Maude Roberts, a witch who could "Blow out the heat".  Although it obviously didn't heal the severe burn that the lard was trapping in, I still remember how good it felt as Maude got down and blew her breath against my foot.

I do remember baths in the winter time.  Unless Mom was cooking on the old cast iron stove in the kitchen, the only heat in the house was the fireplace in the front room.  The rest of the house was truly ice cold.  Water would be carried in from the out door cistern and dumped into a wash tub in front of the fire.  Hot water would be added.  Everyone bathed in the same water.  I KNOW, I KNOW!  As hard as it is to believe today, it was a common practice. (In Rockwell's picture, one boy is in the tub and the other is undressing to get in the tub next). As the youngest in the family, I was last on the token pole.  Standing in the water with a pair of shorts on, before the fire, Mom would wash from the shorts up and from the shorts down.  As she put it she would "Wash up as far as possible, down as far as possible, and I was then to run into the freezing bedroom and wash "possible".  LET ME TELL YOU, "POSSIBLE" GOT WASHED IN IMPOSSIBLE TIME!  Un Huh!

LET THE PAST BE A GUIDE POST, NOT A HITCHING POST - L. Thomas Holdcroft

SPARKING BEATS FISHING
This Rockwell painting is the favorite of my wife and I.  When we were first getting to know one another personally, I assured her that I considered that "Sparking beats fishing".  You know what?  She didn't believe me then and certainly doesn't now.  Evidently, however, she was attracted to a big, rugged looking guy who "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story" because she married me anyway.

SO LIVE THAT YOUR MEMORIES WILL BE PART OF YOUR HAPPINESS


MEMORIES:  A DEVICE THAT REMOVES THE NUTS AND POT HOLES
FROM MEMORY LANE- Doug Larson

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

OLD AGE DIFFICULT? Why Its Downright Funny, Thats What It Is!

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ALERT TO RECOGNIZE YOUR PRIME AT WHATEVER TIME OF LIFE IT MAY OCCUR
Muriel Sparks

MEN DO NOT QUIT PLAYING BECAUSE THEY GROW OLD
THEY GROW OLD BECAUSE THEY QUIT PLAYING
Oliver Wendell Holmes


NONE ARE SO OLD AS THOSE WHO HAVE OUTLIVED ENTHUSIASM
Henry David Thoreau


BY THE TIME I HAVE MONEY TO BURN MY FIRE WILL HAVE BURNED OUT



WRINKLES MERELY INDICATE WHERE SMILES HAVE BEEN
Mark Twain





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GOD BLESS THE USA

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

NEVER TRUST A SKINNY COOK? I Am Very Trustworthy! Un Huh

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ALL HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON A LEISURELY BREAKFAST
 John Gunther

THERE IS ONE THING THAT IS MORE EXASPERATING THAN A WIFE
 WHO CAN COOK BUT WONT, A WIFE WHO CAN'T COOK BUT WILL
Robert Frost


My son, Mark, pictured right, is the pastor of Church Requel, above, in Mansfield, Ohio.  It is a second, and favorite, career for him.  He prepared for a life in finance with a Master's Degree in Financial Planning and is now working on a second Master's Degree in Religious Philosophy.  He loves being the good Sheppard and it shows.

His Grandma PIerce prayed for years that Mark would become a minister.  Although long after her vail of tears were behind her, her many prayers were answered.

I wasn't at all surprized.


One of his most successful services, I suspect, is the Men and Boy's Breakfast once a month.  What happy, expectant faces at this breakfast!  That could all change in the very near future .  He has invited me to cook for their next meeting.  We'll see!

It will be my 81st birthday, they will have to be nice to me.
LIKE MARK, I BELIEVE IN BEING PREPARED!
I Have Studied Under World Class Chefs


A GREAT DEPRESSION COOK, I ALWAYS HAVE TWO CHOICES ON THE MENU
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
I Learned This Lesson Well

AN EMPTY BELLY MAKES THE BEST COOK - COME HUNGRY
The Debby Factor


MEN AND BOY'S BREAKFAST MENU

Orange Juice - Tomato Juice
Blue Berry French Toast with Home Made Blue Berry Syrup
Crusty Fried Potatoes with Onions
Browned Flour Sausage Gravy
Freshly Baked Biscuits
Sausage Patties
Scrambled Eggs with Chives and Cheese
Coffee and Milk

EVERYTHING IS LOW CALORY, NO FAT AND NO SUGAR
Sure, and there is also a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!
(Never Let The Truth Get In The Way Of A Good Story!)
IF YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT, AVOID FRUITS AND NUTS

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GOD BLESS THE USA

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

LAND OF MILK AND HONEY: And, A Weak And Complaining People!

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UNTOLD SUFFERING SELDOM IS
 Franklin P. Jones

THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN A GOLDEN AGE USUALLY
 GO AROUND COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW YELLOW EVERYTHING IS
Randall Jarrell




The worship service in our little country church last week was quite apropos to life in America today.  Pastor Ken's sermon described how the children of Israel complained about their lot in life after God had delivered them from Egyptian slavery into a land of milk and honey.  At it's worse, life in America today is better than life at any other period in the history of man.  A life that required blood, sweat and tears seldom shed by those enjoying the benefits and making the  complaints.  The sermon was clear, concise and delivered in fifteen minutes.  Speak of blessings.  Un Huh!

 PEOPLE WHO PAY FOR SOMETHING NEVER COMPLAIN,  IT IS THE GUY YOU 
GIVE SOMETHING TO THAT YOU CAN'T PLEASE
Will Rogers


Founded in the era of the American Civil War, the Easton United Methodist Church brings peace and stability to the parishioners.  From the Call to Worship to the Recessional, the sweet sounds from the organ will add to the moment.

Kathy Hatfield, the organist, was born into the church, as was her husband, and she has played the organ since the birth of her youngest daughter, some 30 years ago.  Although she now  has arthritis in her hands, she still practices for hours each week.

INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING THAT THE ROSEBUSH IS FULL OF THORNS,
BE HAPPY THAT THE THORN BUSH HAS ROSES - Proverb 

This Sunday Worship service was especially enjoyable for Julie and I as we had as our guest our grand daughter, Delanie Rose.

Seen here, on the left in the picture, with Miss Carla, the Junior Church Leader, who is a good friend of Rosebud. 

The other new friends are regulars and are all brought to church by their grandparents.

Rosebud took a tray of fruit and a box of cookies to share with her new friends.  Looks like she has some cookies left to take home.



One of the best yard sticks with which to measure the health of a church is how and if they visit after the service.  As can be seen here, long after the service has dismissed, people are still in congenial groups sharing stories and making plans.  My wife, Julie in blue, on the left with Pat in yellow, is making plans for a trip to Amish country to replenish our bulk herb supply.  Delbert, in the checkered shirt, with his wife, Connie, was born into the church over 90 years ago.  He was the 2nd generation of German immirgrants and a true hero in World War II. 


The old saying that "If you are dead tired at night, it may be because you growled all day" will not apply to this group.  We have attended this church for many, many years and I have yet to hear one single word of vicious gossip, not alway a true statement in too many churches.  A church like this is within a 15 minute drive of where you live.  Don't wait for the hearse to provide your transportation.

THINK BIG BUT RELISH SMALL PLEASURES 

God Bless You and Yours

GOD BLESS THE USA 

Monday, March 19, 2012

LIFE GOT YOU IN A BIND? There Is A Way Out!

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ENJOY WHEN YOU CAN, ENDURE WHEN YOU MUST
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

SEE EVERYTHING; OVERLOOK A GREAT DEAL; CORRECT LITTLE
Pope John XXIII

If you put a buzzard in a pen/coop that is 6' x 8',
that is entirely open at the top,
The bird, in spite of its ability to fly
will be an absolute prisoner.

The reason is that a buzzard begins a flight from the ground
with a run of 10 to 12 feet.
Without the space to run, as its habit, it will not even attempt to fly,
but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

PICK BATTLES BIG ENOUGH TO MATTER, SMALL ENOUGH TO WIN
Jonathan Kozel


The ordinary bat that flies around at night,
a remarkable nimble creature in the air,
cannot take off from a level place.
If it is placed on the floor or flat ground,
all it can do is shuffle around helplessly and, no doubt, painfully,
until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air.
Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

DO WHAT YOU CAN, WITH WHAT YOU HAVE, WHERE YOU ARE
Theodore Roosevelt

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler,
will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out.

It never sees the means of escape at the top,
but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom
It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.


In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee.
We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations,
never realizing that all we have to do is look up!
That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem.

JUST LOOK UP!

REMEMBER, IF YOU ARE HEADING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION,
GOD ALLOWS U-TURNS
Allison Gappa Bottke

Sorrow looks back, worry looks around,
BUT FAITH LOOKS UP!

LIVE SIMPLY, LOVE GENEROUSLY, CARE DEEPLY,
SPEAK KINDLY, AND TRUST IN OUR CREATOR, WHO LOVES US.



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Saturday, March 17, 2012

A GRANDDAUGHTER'S VISIT: A Special St. Paddy's Day!

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YOU'VE GOT TO DO YOUR OWN GROWING UP,
 NO MATTER HOW TALL YOUR GRANDFATHER WAS



My wife and I are specially blessed this St. Paddy's Day.  Our grandaughter, Delanie Rose Pierce Boggs, Rosebud, age eleven, is spending the night with us.  Julie wanted to take her to a movie but there were none that her mother thought appropiate.  I respect and appreciate her concern.  We did take her to dinner at one of her favorite restaurants, The Cracker Barrel.  Rosebud ordered a shrimp dish from the adult menu and ate most of it, taking what she didn't eat home with her.  Check out those earings!  Her mother only allows her to wear them on weekends.  Can't imagine why?

Long before there was a Cracker Barrel in this neck-of-the-woods, I've been eating at this unusal restaurant.  In the 60's, we used to stop at one in Kentucky going to and coming from Florida.  We still eat a lot at Cracker Barrels.  Last night, a very lovely, and most delightful young waitress, named Hope Elizabeth, served us their Friday night fish special.  Hope is still in college and we were thankful that we could help her a bit financially.  She reminded me so much of my older granddaughters that it was a joy visiting with her.




Tonight another waitress, Karen, took great care of us.  She was a bit older than Hope, but she had such a pleasing personality.  It was like talking to a family member or old friend.  Although I cannot eat it, I always  request packages of Blackberry Jam, which I give to our housekeeper, Donna.  Last night I got two packs, tonight I got four  Thanks girls!.

I really like waitresses.  They work so hard, are nice to people who are not always nice to them and are always cheerful, even to old codgers like me.  When Julie and I both lost our jobs in a plant closing, before I became a successful stock broker, Julie worked as a waitress.  I still remember her stories of people she met and helping count her tips.  Lots of quarters!


At Cracker Barrel, the fun doesn't stop when dinner is over.  In addition to being a restaurant, it is also a country store.  They always have fun gifts and some very unusal clothing items.  I bought toy musical instruments for my jug band at Cracker Barrel.  Now, I don't shop, Cracker Barrel or elsewhere.  But, I like Cracker Barrel because they provide the greatest rocking chairs where I can sit and read my Kindle while Julie and Rosebud shopped.  Julie has already given me three birthday gifts, my birthday is still two weeks away, and today she gave me a new Ohio State hat you may admire in this picture.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

The day ends with a new scottie dog to guard Rosebud as she sleeps.
My old Gunner dog will back up her new friend!

Tomorrow morning, it is a special breakfast just for Rosebud.

She will be in Miss Carla's Junior Church tomorrow morning.

How good can it get?

LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!


WHAT DID ROSEBUD NAME HER NEW DOG?

GUNNER
 
OLD GUNNER,
SEEN HERE AWAITING HIS MISTRESS,
WAS HONORED

THE REAL JUDGES OF YOUR CHARACTER
 AREN'T YOUR NEIGHBORS, YOUR RELATIVES
OR EVEN THE PEOPLE YOU PLAY BRIDGE WITH.

THE PEOPLE WHO REALLY KNOW YOU ARE
WAITERS, WAITRESSES AND CLERKS.


God Bless You and Yours

GOD BLESS THE USA 

STUFF YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU DIDN'T KNOW: Enjoy!

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INCHES MAKE CHAMPIONS - Vince Lombardi

ALL GOOD THINGS ARE DONE THE WAY ANTS DO THINGS
LITTLE BY LITTLE
Lafcadio Hearm


STUFF YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU DIDN'T KNOW

Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better

Coca-Cola was originally green

It is impossible to lick you elbow

The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work? Alaska

The percentage of North America that is wilderness? 38%
The percentage of Africa that is wilderness? 28%

The average number of people airborne over the U. S. in any given hour?
61,000

Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair

The first novel ever written on a typewriter?  Tom Sawyer

The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments

Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:
Spades - King David
Hearts - Charlemagne
Clubs - Alexander, the Great
Diamonds - Julius Caesar

111,111,111 x 111,111,111, = 12,345,678,987,654,321

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has
Both front legs in the air, the person died in battle
Has one front leg in the air, the person died because of battle wounds
Has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes

If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go for an "a"?
One Thousand

What do bullet proof vests, fire escapes,
windshield wipers and laser printers have in common?
They were all invented by women

What is the only food that won't spoil?  Honey

In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes.
When you pulled on the ropes, the mattress tightened,
making the bed firmer to sleep on.
Hence the phrase...'Goodnight, sleep tight'

AT LEAST 75% OF PEOPLE WHO READ THIS WILL TRY TO LICK THEIR ELBOW!

THERE IS NO SUCH THING IN ANYONE'S LIFE AS AN UNIMPORTANT DAY


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