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I wish to incite all Christians to rise up and take back the United States of America with all of God's manifold blessings. We want the free allowance of the Bible and prayers allowed again in schools, halls of justice, and all governing bodies. We don't seek a theocracy until Jesus returns to earth because all men are weak and power corrupts the very best of them.
We want to be a kinder and gentler people without slavery or condescension to any.

The world seems to be in a time of discontent among the populace. Christians should not fear. God is Love, shown best through Jesus Christ. God is still in control. All Glory to our Creator and to our God!


A favorite quote from my good friend, Jack Plymale, which I appreciate:

"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

Thanks Jack!

I must admit that I do not check authenticity of my posts. If anyone can tell me of a non-biased arbitrator, I will attempt to do so more regularly. I know of no such arbitrator for the internet.











Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Jack Plymale and Vic Janowicz in Columbus

I think the name of the bar on the east side of High Street just a little off campus was Ben's. Vic and I stopped in there one Saturday afternoon had beer or two and he said he had never played that bar shuffleboard before and it was apparent. I beat him about four times. Then the old pros in the bar wanted to play him for a beer. The rest of the evening we drank for free and left a table full of unopened beer. He got to where he could beat anybody who stepped up. There is just no way to handle those natural athletes. Sam I had told kieth about running into Vic one time in Ft. Pierce when the Pirate trained there. This is a follow-up. I thought you might be interested. Jack P
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Jack P.

From tear jerker to a laugher- Thanks Tom & Carolyn!

Blonde's Year in Review






January
Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.

February
Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels.....
Helllloooo!!!.......bottles won't fit in printer!!!

March
Got really excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months......
Box said '2-4 years!'

April
Trapped on escalator for hours ...
Power went out!!!

May
Tried to make Kool-Aid.......wrong instructions....
8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!

June
Tried to go water skiing.......
Couldn't find a lake with a slope.

July
Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....
Learned later, the other swimmers cheated,

they used their arms!!!

August
Got locked out of my car in rain storm.....
Car swamped because soft-top was open.

September
The capital of California is 'C'.......isn't it???

October
Hate M & M's.....
They are so hard to peel.

November
Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days...
Instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!

December
Couldn't Call 911.
'Duh'...there's no 'eleven' button on the Stupid phone!!!


THE BEST BLONDE JOKE OF THE YEAR
A man was in his front yard mowing grass when his attractive blonde
female neighbor came out of the house and went straight to the
mailbox. She opened it then slammed it shut and stormed
back into the house.

A little later she came out of her house again went to the mail box and
again, opened it and slammed it shut again. Angrily, back into the house
she went.

As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, here she came out again,
marched to the mail box, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever.


Puzzled by her actions the man asked her, 'Is something wrong?'


To which she replied, 'There certainly is!'
'My stupid computer keeps saying, 'YOU'VE GOT MAIL!'

Now, you made me cry Tom & Carolyn Lynch

"IN GOD WE TRUST"



This is special...please read.





Please read it to the end!! It's too good not to pass on-We all have so much to be thankful for!!!!!

Grab a tissue!

This one will bring a tear. But it sure makes you appreciate life.

Santa and Sarah

One year ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in
Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?'"

"Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her
eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"
the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to theboy's face, asking him what he
wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap,
and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but.." the old woman began, shooing
her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his
young visitors.

"The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and
isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes.
"Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's
asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves
as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the
rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that
hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his
helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location
manager how to get to Children's Hospital.

"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.

"C'mon.....I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came
inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.

Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on
the bed.

The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the
girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother
stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman
who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look
on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of
the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a
hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes
intact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son
-- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her
short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw
when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force
himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear
the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing
Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at
him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the
toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.

As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for
permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled
around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she
believed in angels.

"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you." he said. Laying one hand on the child's
head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her
body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when
he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night....
all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying
tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.

When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands
in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate
on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to
see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"

He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.
He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead
and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept
unashamed.

Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to
thank him.

"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do."
They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal
job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit
on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"

"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the
secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only"
child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"

Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle
and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was
long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited
just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines
smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of
hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up
to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!

If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I did!
____________________________

Thanks Patricia Richards Whitehead! Funny!

Pretty funny—read carefully

We were dressed and ready to go out for the New Years Eve Party. We turned on a
night light, turned the answering machine on, covered our pet parakeet and put
the cat in the backyard. We phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi.
The taxi arrived and we opened the front door to leave the house. The cat we put
out in the back yard, scoots back into the front door. We didn't want the cat
shut in the house because she always tries to eat the bird. My wife goes out to
the taxi, while I went inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, with me in
hot pursuit. Waiting in the cab, my wife doesn't want the driver to know that
the house will be empty for the night. So, she explains to the taxi driver that
I will be out soon, 'He's just going upstairs to say Goodbye to my mother.' A
few minutes later, I get into the cab. 'Sorry I took so long,' I said, as we
drove away. 'That stupid bitch was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her with
a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by
the neck. Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me.
But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back
yard! The cab driver hit a parked car.

Stag and Cameo- Portsmouth OH

Thanks Jack! I'm glad you are a reader of my blog. Clay Vice and Judi Cole are the only others I am aware that visit it, although now 50-100 a day probably hit upon the blog. Clay gave it a big boost in readership a couple of years ago and now it is over 11,000 hits as the counter shows. I have had to reset the counter a few times with conservative estimates.

At any rate, I inquired about both downtown Portsmouth businesses. I never entered either while in HS, but used to lunch with Jeanie and her friend, Ce (Cecilia), at the Cameo later when she was convinced I was just infatuated with her. That was 61 years ago and we will be married 59 years next month. Infatuation left me in such a hypnotized state with my girl's beauty. She is only more beautiful today to me.

Sam


Saw some inquires about both businesses, I think , in your blog. Both places were important fixtures in the life and times of guys, of my age and the same can be said about the Cameo,for girls.Apple pie ala mode at the caneo and the bar b que sandwiches at the stag were the best I have eaten to date. Today. my motor scooter had a flat tire and I was forced to walk about 200 yards and I was completely exhausted.. I offer this little tidbit as a prelude to a brief narrative. One evening at the Cameo I was favored with the opportunity to sit with two very attractive young ladies a year younger than I, One, who shall remain nameless,was of especial interest. Long,lithe, lovely in every respect,-- including intelligence, Everybody rode buses then except on an occasional weekend so she suggested we walk home. We walked from the Cameo to her house on N.Hill Road. Talked awhile, only talked, during which time she indicated that she would not be offended if I continued to be interested in her..The buses had stopped running by this time, so I walked from her house to where I lived on Mabert Rd.Couldn't have managed that on the bus anyway. Today 200 yards, wore me out. That night 5?6?7? miles made me all the more elated........ That was one thing the Cameo could do for you.
Jack P.

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