What a pleasant surprise from Blaine Bierley, the great Paul Bierley's nephew.
Portsmouth Times
November 11, 1955
Pete’s Walking Again, And He’ll Be Leaving Hospital Soon
By Van Havel
The Old Janitor is back on his feet and walking again.
Well, maybe he’s not quite as frisky as he used to be, nor will he be available for any walking marathons immediately. But nevertheless, Pete Minego is going home from Mercy Hospital Monday and he expects to be back at his desk at The Times in a week or so.
It was a month ago today that Pete, The Times’ veteran reporter and columnist, slipped from a chair at the Elk’s Club and suffered a broken hip.
But that isn’t the only thing he’s broken since then. Mercy Hospital officials told him he’s made a record recovery. At the end of three weeks, 75-year-old Pete was on his feet. During the fourth week he was walking.
And he’s broken the record for the amount of mail received by a Mercy Hospital patient. His fan mail for one day amounted to 317 pieces.
Addressed to “The Janitor,” “Pete,” just plain “Minego” or his full name, W. P. Minego, the cards and letters reached him. By this time he’s lost track of the number of mail pieces, flowers, good things to eat and other gifts he’s received from many well-wishers.
Pete, who complained at first that the doctors and nurses were making a pin-cushion out of his hip when they gave him morphine for his early pain and later accused the doctor of embroidering it, says he’s been “nursing the situation along” since he’s been in the hospital.
For many years Pete covered the hospitals as part of his “beat” as a reporter, but this was the first time he ever was a patient. And it’s hard for the effervescent news veteran to take.
But he’s had a steady stream of visitors in Room 247 at the hospital.
Hess Engle installed a television set so he could watch from his bed (Saturday college football and the Cleveland Browns grid games on Sundays are his favorites).
The visiting delegations reach almost convention proportions when he has his portable radio tuned in on his beloved Portsmouth High Trojans on Friday nights.
Merrill L. Rowe, manager of the Elks Club and a long-time pal of Pete, has been a pal indeed during his illness. Mr. Rowe has run his errands, paid his bills, rustled up the three pints of blood Pete needed and served as a staunch helper.
Pete’s biggest break (besides the bone that was fractured) came at the time of his accident. Dr. Ray Barry happened to be there and took immediate charge of the situation. He kept Pete’s kind friends from moving him until Glynn’s ambulance arrived--which, of course, was the thing to do.
His rapidly improved condition is easily detected in the increasing number of wisecracks to his doctors and nurses.
“Broken bones aren’t what they’re cracked up to be,” he said. “But there’s no bones about it, I have a good doctor. But the operation left me in stitches.”
His doctor placed a whole new joint in his hip, and Pete thinks he’ll get along fine.
“I’m not worried,” he said. “A live wire is good on any circuit. And I’ll be singing a new theme song, ‘Hip, Hip Hoorah.’ But I’m laying for the first guy who says, ‘Hey, Pete, you got anything on your hip?’”
Laughing off his speedy recovery, Pete says, “Don’t sell me too cheaply; it was just a slip.”
So soon the bachelor columnist will be back at his desk to concoct more of his observations on women, like:
“A gal with a shady character never has a bright future.”
Or:
“No one should try to do two things at one. This includes women who put on weight and slacks at the same time.”
Monday, April 4, 2011
Thanks to SamKat correspondents! From Sam Kegley
I know of Kentucky basketball sites that pass this number every few minutes, Clay. I am so happy that the SamKat blog has now passed 14000. I owe my good friend Clay Vice a lot for that. You are now earning nearly as much as I am. Unfortunately that is zero. If I passed on 99 per cent of my blogging salary to you, it would still be zero. Such is the life of us unsung heroes.
Seriously, I am so greatful to so many good friends who send me such insightful emails which I insert into this blog. I sincerely attempt to credit each one.
I rarely put pictures or videos into my blog, but my young friend, Shawn Baird, does that for me at a nominal price. I am just inept at doing it myself so I discriminate befopre adding same.
I consider the blog as a kind of "Pete Minego" column as in the old Portsmouth Times. I don't have his habits of visiting Portsmouth's City Club or other habitats as Blaine Bierley claims Pete did. Yet, I am amazed at the nuggets which come my way from a wide variety of correspondents. It is kind of this and that from here and there.
Please keep them coming good friends and we will keep blogging so long as Google permits.
Thank each and everyone of you contributors to this poor Portsmouth, Ohio boy's SamKat blog!
Sam Kegley aka SamKat
Seriously, I am so greatful to so many good friends who send me such insightful emails which I insert into this blog. I sincerely attempt to credit each one.
I rarely put pictures or videos into my blog, but my young friend, Shawn Baird, does that for me at a nominal price. I am just inept at doing it myself so I discriminate befopre adding same.
I consider the blog as a kind of "Pete Minego" column as in the old Portsmouth Times. I don't have his habits of visiting Portsmouth's City Club or other habitats as Blaine Bierley claims Pete did. Yet, I am amazed at the nuggets which come my way from a wide variety of correspondents. It is kind of this and that from here and there.
Please keep them coming good friends and we will keep blogging so long as Google permits.
Thank each and everyone of you contributors to this poor Portsmouth, Ohio boy's SamKat blog!
Sam Kegley aka SamKat
The Pastor's son Thanks Dr. Hovermale!
There really are angels here on earth you know.
This has been around before, but it is worth the read. Very touching. We all need to be out there making a difference, being the Light in the darkness, being a reflection of Christ, putting others before ourselves. May Jehovah bless you all!
This was sent to me this morning and it blessed me; I could not keep it to myself.
The Pastor's Son
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son..'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain.. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract .
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!
The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand..
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell..'
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated....
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son.... Except for One.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you. Please share this wonderful message...
If you love JESUS, please forward this message. Spread His word, and share His goodness and faithfulness.
Matthew 10:32 says: 'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven '
This has been around before, but it is worth the read. Very touching. We all need to be out there making a difference, being the Light in the darkness, being a reflection of Christ, putting others before ourselves. May Jehovah bless you all!
This was sent to me this morning and it blessed me; I could not keep it to myself.
The Pastor's Son
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son..'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain.. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract .
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!
The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand..
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell..'
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated....
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son.... Except for One.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you. Please share this wonderful message...
If you love JESUS, please forward this message. Spread His word, and share His goodness and faithfulness.
Matthew 10:32 says: 'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven '
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