You made my day Sam!! Calling up memories of guys like Clark Rapalee
is ,truly warming. I honestly believe that Portsmouth was peopled with
a much larger share of outstanding folks than most places and Rapp was
one of them. They can call us hill-billies, river rats or whatever
derisive term their broken nose can tolerate, but I have to"throw in"
with the guy who said," the last remaining vestige of homozygous
americana is residual in the hills of southern Ohio." or, at least,
was! Jack P.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Civil war - Worst thing for America... SamKat
I had some brief comments yesterday in which I even intimated that civil war may be shortly upon us. I hope not. I beleive it could result in a complete conversion of America's middle class to the subserviant pprotariat of Orwell's
1984 published in the sixties.
o would have all of his chronies in place and Chicago would rule the world along with him. Shades of terrible leaders such as Osama, Stalin, Hitler, Chavez, and so many devils we have witnessed in our lifetime. it isn't strange thay they all have failed miserably as leaders.
This power stricken and power hungry devil who leads the USA now will not stop at obtaining the dreams of his Muslim father.
None of us know when the end times will be, but I pray that God doesn't let this tyrant gain more before we voters oust him in 2012. We should not be afraid because One much more powerful still has control over all of the devils!
1984 published in the sixties.
o would have all of his chronies in place and Chicago would rule the world along with him. Shades of terrible leaders such as Osama, Stalin, Hitler, Chavez, and so many devils we have witnessed in our lifetime. it isn't strange thay they all have failed miserably as leaders.
This power stricken and power hungry devil who leads the USA now will not stop at obtaining the dreams of his Muslim father.
None of us know when the end times will be, but I pray that God doesn't let this tyrant gain more before we voters oust him in 2012. We should not be afraid because One much more powerful still has control over all of the devils!
Sam and Jack H and Clay's 1933-1939 pics message
No, Jack. I had seen those before but didn't know they worked that way. Interesting! Of course I am a little bit younger than you but still older than dirt.
I remember bouncing a bounceyball around Rase's service station (17th and Hutchins across the street from Mound Park) and accidentally Bbeaking the globe on top of one of their filling tanks. I paid for it too, but Mr. Rase and Howard were two of God's greatest people.
I remember seeing Clark Rapalee's mother and dad filling their cars there. They were such classy people explaining the classiness of our muytual friend, Clark or Rapp.
Sam
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From: "Jack Plymale"Sent: Thursday, April 28, 2011 08:56 To: "Sam Kegley" Subject: Re: 1935-1939 pictures of U.S.
Sam, do you remember when the gasoline wasn't pumped elecrically and your dad, or someone, hand pumped it up into a glass measuring tank to determine the quantity you bought, You ran it from there by gravity into the gas tank of the car.There are two of those tanks in the picture, Jack P.
On 4/28/11, Sam Kegleywrote: Thanks Clay!
From: Clay Vice Sent: Wednesday, April 27, 2011 22:52 Subject: Fw: 1935-1939 pictures of U.S.
Subject: 1935-1939 pictures of U.S.
1935-1939 - Pictures of the United States
AFTER YOU LOOK AT THE PICTURES READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!
WE ALL NEED A REMINDER.
AND WE THINK WE'VE GOT IT BAD!
This was a mere 70 years ago....
Forward this.
Makes complaining about no cell service, high gasoline prices, not enough cable channels, et al, seem a bit ludicrous.
I am reminded to be grateful for what I do have ...
Start each day with a smile and a prayer ... then pass it on! Sad to say, but we're headed down that path again right now. As they say " History Repeats Itself ".
--
Jack P.
http://www.papercut.biz/emailStripper.htm
I remember bouncing a bounceyball around Rase's service station (17th and Hutchins across the street from Mound Park) and accidentally Bbeaking the globe on top of one of their filling tanks. I paid for it too, but Mr. Rase and Howard were two of God's greatest people.
I remember seeing Clark Rapalee's mother and dad filling their cars there. They were such classy people explaining the classiness of our muytual friend, Clark or Rapp.
Sam
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From: "Jack Plymale"
Sam, do you remember when the gasoline wasn't pumped elecrically and your dad, or someone, hand pumped it up into a glass measuring tank to determine the quantity you bought, You ran it from there by gravity into the gas tank of the car.There are two of those tanks in the picture, Jack P.
On 4/28/11, Sam Kegley
From: Clay Vice Sent: Wednesday, April 27, 2011 22:52 Subject: Fw: 1935-1939 pictures of U.S.
Subject: 1935-1939 pictures of U.S.
1935-1939 - Pictures of the United States
AFTER YOU LOOK AT THE PICTURES READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!
WE ALL NEED A REMINDER.
AND WE THINK WE'VE GOT IT BAD!
This was a mere 70 years ago....
Forward this.
Makes complaining about no cell service, high gasoline prices, not enough cable channels, et al, seem a bit ludicrous.
I am reminded to be grateful for what I do have ...
Start each day with a smile and a prayer ... then pass it on! Sad to say, but we're headed down that path again right now. As they say " History Repeats Itself ".
--
Jack P.
http://www.papercut.biz/emailStripper.htm
FW- The twins
Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while, one
guy looks at the other and says, "I can`t help but think, from
listening to you, that you`re from Ireland. The other guy responds
proudly, "Yes, that I am!"
The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland might you
be?" The other guy answers, "I`m from Dublin, I am." The first guy
responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live
on in Dublin?" The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was, I
lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town." The first
guy says, "Faith & it`s a small world, so did I!
And to what school would you have been going?" The other guy answers,
"Well now, I went to St. Mary`s of course." The first guy gets really
excited, and says, "And so did I.
Tell me, what year did you graduate?" The other guy answers, "Well,
now, I graduated in 1964." The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must
be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding
up in the same bar on this very night. Can you believe it, I graduated
from St. Mary`s in 1964 my own self."
About this time, another guy walks into the bar, sits down, and
orders a beer. The bartender walks over shaking his head and mutters,
"It`s going to be a long night tonight, the Murphy twins are drunk
again."
guy looks at the other and says, "I can`t help but think, from
listening to you, that you`re from Ireland. The other guy responds
proudly, "Yes, that I am!"
The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland might you
be?" The other guy answers, "I`m from Dublin, I am." The first guy
responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live
on in Dublin?" The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was, I
lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town." The first
guy says, "Faith & it`s a small world, so did I!
And to what school would you have been going?" The other guy answers,
"Well now, I went to St. Mary`s of course." The first guy gets really
excited, and says, "And so did I.
Tell me, what year did you graduate?" The other guy answers, "Well,
now, I graduated in 1964." The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must
be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding
up in the same bar on this very night. Can you believe it, I graduated
from St. Mary`s in 1964 my own self."
About this time, another guy walks into the bar, sits down, and
orders a beer. The bartender walks over shaking his head and mutters,
"It`s going to be a long night tonight, the Murphy twins are drunk
again."
Heaven and bran muffins... Thanks to a good friend!
Subject: FW: Heaven...and bran muffins...
This 85 year old couple, having been married almost 60 years, had died in a
car crash. They had been in good health the last ten years mainly due to
her interest in health food, and exercise. When they reached the pearly
gates, St. Peter took them to their mansion which was decked out with a
beautiful kitchen and master bath suite and Jacuzzi.
As they "oohed and aahed" the old man asked Peter how much all this was
going to cost. "It's free," Peter replied, "this is Heaven." Next they
went out back to survey the championship golf course that the home backed
up to. They would have golfing privileges everyday and each week the
course changed to a new one representing the great golf courses on earth.
The old man asked, "what are the green fees?". Peter's reply, "This is
heaven, you play for free." Next they went to the club house and saw the
lavish buffet lunch with the cuisine's of the world laid out.
"How much to eat?" asked the old man. "Don't you understand yet? This is
heaven, it is free!" Peter replied with some exasperation. "Well, where are
the low fat and low cholesterol tables?" the old man asked timidly. Peter
lectured, "That's the best part...you can eat as much as you like of
whatever you like and you never get fat and you never get sick. This is
Heaven."
With that the old man went into a fit of anger, throwing down his hat and
stomping on it, and shrieking wildly. Peter and his wife both tried to calm
him down, asking him what was wrong. The old man looked at his wife and
said, "This is all your fault. If it weren't for your bran muffins, I could
have been here ten years ago!"
This 85 year old couple, having been married almost 60 years, had died in a
car crash. They had been in good health the last ten years mainly due to
her interest in health food, and exercise. When they reached the pearly
gates, St. Peter took them to their mansion which was decked out with a
beautiful kitchen and master bath suite and Jacuzzi.
As they "oohed and aahed" the old man asked Peter how much all this was
going to cost. "It's free," Peter replied, "this is Heaven." Next they
went out back to survey the championship golf course that the home backed
up to. They would have golfing privileges everyday and each week the
course changed to a new one representing the great golf courses on earth.
The old man asked, "what are the green fees?". Peter's reply, "This is
heaven, you play for free." Next they went to the club house and saw the
lavish buffet lunch with the cuisine's of the world laid out.
"How much to eat?" asked the old man. "Don't you understand yet? This is
heaven, it is free!" Peter replied with some exasperation. "Well, where are
the low fat and low cholesterol tables?" the old man asked timidly. Peter
lectured, "That's the best part...you can eat as much as you like of
whatever you like and you never get fat and you never get sick. This is
Heaven."
With that the old man went into a fit of anger, throwing down his hat and
stomping on it, and shrieking wildly. Peter and his wife both tried to calm
him down, asking him what was wrong. The old man looked at his wife and
said, "This is all your fault. If it weren't for your bran muffins, I could
have been here ten years ago!"
An ode to English plurals- Thanks John Bob Looney!
Subj: Joke; An Ode to English Plurals
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England .
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and
get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and
in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England .
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and
get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and
in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
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