Thanks Jo! You are a special person yourself, lady!
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From: Joann Hensley
To: Jo Hensley
Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2010 08:07
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
We all should be so thoughtful.
Jo Hensley
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
THE SACK LUNCHES
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap, I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan .'
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.
'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did.. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked. I hoped he was not looking for me but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base... It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.
As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America 'for an amount of up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it!
Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers. Don't break it!
Prayer:
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.'
There is nothing attached. Just send this to people in your address book. Do not let it stop with you. Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, & others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.
GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Portsmouth Terrace Club by Blaine Bierley Thanks Sarah Rapp!
From: Sarah Rapp
Sent: Tue, September 28, 2010 10:33:58 AM
Subject: Fw: Fwd: The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
-----
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
Sent: Tue, September 28, 2010 10:33:58 AM
Subject: Fw: Fwd: The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
-----
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
Columbus Dispatch has online voters' guide today
I notice in this morning's Dispatch an article on the Metro page, B7 about their online voters' guide. Hopefully, this will show the candidates' positions and clarify how we may vote more intelligently.
Sam
Sam
Political score card... I want to see
I want to see a political score card before the election. Any democrat supposed representativcs or senators or governors or state officials who supported the o admininstration are out in my opinion. It shouldn't be too difficult for the Tea Party to come up with such a score card. We voters can't tell the players without a scorecard. The last arm twisted supporters who voted for health care should certainly be voted out. If anybody has seen such a national thing, please copy and forward to those of us of the right political bent.
Sam
Sam
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