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For Christian American readers of this blog:
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.
For Christian American readers of this blog:
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.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Jim K's High Notes The Scioto Voice 4-27-2012
High Notes
04-27-2012
In the
mid-forties, about 1946 or so; Joe and Bessie Hansgen, with their sons, Joe and
Dick lived at 1330 McConnell
Avenue , and Howard R. and Mildred Brehmer and their
son, Howard (Skip), lived two doors up McConnell
Avenue at 1404.
Joe
Hansgen was the oldest, then Skip, and Dick.
It was
about 1945 or ’46 that Skip’s mother died, and Howard (Every body called him
Sticks) and Skip were living in the small cottage alone. They called Howard senior, “Sticks”, I
assume, because he was the long-time leader of the Boy Scout Drum and Bugle
Corps, which met and marched for practice at
Mound
Park . Johnny Rowson remembers Sticks too, and said
he was our Scout Troop leader at Franklin Methodist, Troop 12. Johnny played drums, and eventually the base
drum. I was a member of Troop 12, but
not the drum and bugle corps.
I do
remember Sticks well, a fine man, whom I got to know better during the 1960’s
when I handled his Ed Brehmer & Sons, Painting Contractors account while at
the Portsmouth Times. Mrs. Thelma
Boormaan was Sticks’ paint store clerk, located at 919
Chillicothe Street . Thelma, I learned, was the mother of Judy,
Linda and Bill Boorman, all Lincoln School, PHS students, and fifties
contemporaries of mine.
Sticks was
a good father to Skip, and he used to invite all of the neighborhood boys to
congregate every Saturday morning on the Brehmer front porch, to listen to their
radio. Saturday mornings in those days,
radio broadcasts were programmed for kids, just as today’s tv broadcasts are
directed toward kids on Saturday mornings. In the mid forties, we had no television, but
on Saturday we had a steady menu of serialized fare, such as, The Lone Ranger,
The Shadow, and our favorite, the suspense show, “Lights Out”. Lights Out, to
pre-pubescent members of the McConnell
Avenue gang, was major excitement, of the horrific
kind…you know, ala ghost stories told around a flickering campfire.
There we’d
be, everybody but Joe Hansgen, who was old enough to be a soldier, sitting
around the radio on Skip Brehmer’s front porch.
My brother George, two-years older than I, was a classmate of Dick. He was there, as was Randy Chapman, the
youngest of the lot, and me. I can
remember one particular “Lights Out” story, which chilled me to the bone. It had to do with a lighthouse keeper, whose
small island was over-run by a horde of
Norway rats,
which escaped from a nearby ship wreck.
The lighthouse had a circular staircase, and the tall round house was
compartmentalized with closed-off doors and rooms every 15-feet or so, until the
final trap-door into the top-most, light bearing room.
The story,
punctuated with eerie organ music, held us on the edges of our seats as the
squeaking, squealing rats would gnaw their way through each doorway, to the top,
and the lighthouse keeper’s family. I
seem to remember the rats were just about to get into the top floor, when
another ship came by and lured the rats away.
Scary!
Lights
Out, according to Google, began in January, 1934 and ran into the summer of
1947. It eventually made its way onto
television.
Skip
Brehmer, deceased, went to OSU, as did, Dick Hansgen. Skip graduated PHS in about 1952, and Dick
graduated PHS in 1955.
A cowboy's prayer ... thanks Ralph!
Cowboy Poetry
Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
And snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we were there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key the last time,
He softly cursed his luck
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming !
Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter . So they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score --
In Heaven, time is free.
'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete ,
'that God will answer prayer,
But the one time I asked for help,
Well, he just wasn't there.'
'Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square --
I know all men are brothers.'
'Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season.'
'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me
What the heck's the deal?!'
Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'
That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.'
'A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake , we hadn't heard
From you in quite a while.'
'And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota '!
Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
And snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we were there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key the last time,
He softly cursed his luck
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming !
Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter . So they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score --
In Heaven, time is free.
'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete ,
'that God will answer prayer,
But the one time I asked for help,
Well, he just wasn't there.'
'Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square --
I know all men are brothers.'
'Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season.'
'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me
What the heck's the deal?!'
Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'
That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.'
'A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake , we hadn't heard
From you in quite a while.'
'And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota '!
IT'S BEST TO KEEP I N TOUCH!!
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Thanks Australia ... To Kill and American Thanks ron W.!
And thank you Ron w.!
Sent: Saturday, April 28, 2012
10:27 AM
Subject: Fw: THANKS AUSTRALIA - THIS IS AWESOME
If I wanted America to fail ... Thanks Sonny H.!
This is amazing and the truth is we are doing all of this, Sonny! Hitler’s
voting public right here in the USA and obama just keeps on pushing political
lies for their approval. Come on tea Party and real American types. Let’s get
busy and take back our America!
Just a voting citizen of the United States of America.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Czech Prager Zeitungon Article ... Thanks Rick B.!
Some people have the
vocabulary to sum up things in a way that you can quickly understand them. This
quote came from the Czech Republic . Someone over there has it figured out. It
was translated into English from an article in the Prague newspaper Prager
Zeitungon .
"The danger to America is
not Barack Obama, but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the
Presidency. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama
presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a
depraved electorate willing to have such a man for their president. The problem
is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of
what ails America . Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to
the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The Republic can
survive a Barack Obama, who is, after all, merely a fool. It is less likely to
survive a multitude of fools, such as those who made him their
president."
--
Go Big Blue !!
'Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum'
Jim Kegley's High Notes- The Scioto Voice ... Blaine B.
Thanks Blaine!
Jim will enjoy this as I have.
From: Blaine Bierley
Sent: Friday, April 27, 2012 12:45 PM
To: Sam Kegley
Subject: Response to Jim's High Notes artice
“Serendipity”
Serendipity is defined as “the
occurrence and development of events by chance.” When I read Jim Kegley’s “High
Notes” column in the April 27, 2012 edition of the Scioto Voice newspaper concerning his
friendship with Howard “Skip” Brehmer and Richard “Dick” Hansgen growing up on
McConnell Avenue in Portsmouth, the word “serendipity” immediately came to my
mind. How in the world did three PHS lads who graduated from high school in the
1950s come to be teachers at a junior high school in the affluent Columbus
suburb of Upper Arlington?
Skip Brehmer graduated from PHS in
1953, attended Ohio State, and graduated with a bachelor’s degree in education in
June of 1957. He was hired as a social studies teacher in the Upper Arlington
Schools, starting in the fall of 1957. I graduated from PHS in 1955, went to
OSU, and graduated with a bachelor’s in education in June of 1959. I was hired as an English teacher in the
Upper Arlington Schools, beginning in the fall of 1959. It was a pleasure to
have a fellow PHS grad teaching with me at the junior high school. Skip had
always been a fun-loving fellow. One particular memory of him comes back. In
those days the UA Superintendent of Schools had his office in our junior high
building—right at the front entrance. He made it a habit to stand inside the
front door to monitor students and teachers who were not on time for school.
Skip sometimes was late to class. To circumvent being caught by the
Superintendent, often he would climb the fire escape in the back of the building
to the second floor to get to his history class. His daring feats were a legend
among our faculty. Skip stayed in education until June of 1961 when he left to
sell insurance. He had a very successful career in finance and investments. He
retired as senior vice president of Cardinal Industries. Unfortunately, he died,
by his own hand, at the age of 64 in 1999.
Dick Hansgen graduated with me from PHS
in 1955. He attended OSU and got his bachelor’s degree in education in March of
1961. He was hired as a science teacher at the Upper Arlington junior high for
the 1961-1962 school year. Dick and I taught together for three years until he
left at the end of the 1963-1964 school year to go to Wayland Academy, a
private, coeducational college prep boarding school in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin. In
1978 he received his Ph.D. from Ohio State and is now retired from Bluffton
University in Bluffton, Ohio, as an emeritus professor of education. He lives
with his wife, Karen, in Reynoldsburg, Ohio.
I retain many pleasant memories of
teaching in UA with my PHS classmates. I stayed at UA for my entire education
career: nine years at the junior high school teaching English and 27 years at
Upper Arlington High School as a school counselor and director of guidance. I
retired in 1995 and now live with my wife, Carolyn (PHS ‘58), in Hilliard,
Ohio.
Blaine Bierley
(PHS ‘55)
[500
words]
Just for a laugh ... thanks doug B.!
Old Timer's Sex
This is too funny to be dirty - enjoy!
The husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.'
'Yes', she says, 'I remember it well.'
'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?'
'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!'
A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, 'I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble.' So he follows them.
The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers.
As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering the old couple struggles to their feet and puts their clothes back on. The policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, 'this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is.'
So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?'
Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.’
This is too funny to be dirty - enjoy!
The husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.'
'Yes', she says, 'I remember it well.'
'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?'
'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!'
A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, 'I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble.' So he follows them.
The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers.
As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering the old couple struggles to their feet and puts their clothes back on. The policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, 'this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is.'
So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?'
Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.’
Congressman Allan West-CAIR
When I watched this it had had only
about 69,000 viewers. It needs to have about
69,000,000. Feel free to pass it on
to all.
Did the executive
director of CAIR ever pick on the wrong person? Check this out. Congressman
West is highly educated and certainly knew how to respond to this Muslim’s
questions. My guess is the CAIR director is sorry he ever opened his mouth to
this Congressman. I just wish we had more politicians with the balls West has.
Too many of our politicians are cowards when it comes to dealing with Islam.
They are great at voting themselves more money and perks but hide behind their
desks when it comes to Islam.
The
Players
Nezar Hamze is the Executive Director of CAIR (Council
on American-Islamic Relations).
Allan West is a
Congressman from
I doubt if there is any
other career politician who has the background and guts that could have handled
Nezar's attack any better. You can just see it. N. Hamze thought he would be
dealing with a another typical American pantywaist politician who panders to
anyone and any cause to get a votes.
He made one little
mistake. He kicked the tar baby in the thicket while walking into the perfect
ambush and was unable to withdraw. Check it out.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Great Map ... Thanks Jackie V.!
Subject: GREAT
MAP
I thought our president said USA is not a Christian Nation? Almost fooled me!
How long do we remain the "SILENT MAJORITY"?
This map gives you the percentage of Christians and all faiths in each state..Click on the link and see the different religions by state and elsewhere by holding cursor over a state.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/graphics/pew-religion-08/flash.htm
Now ask yourself, why are we allowing our government and special interest groups to take God out of culture and schools? We need to step up people! Send this all over the nation and the world! Let them all see!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
1930-1979
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Monday, April 23, 2012
Healthy Breakfast ... Thanks to a good friend Anion Ymous II
Subject: Healthy breakfast
A tough old cowboy from South Texas counselled his daughter that if she wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gunpowder on her oatmeal every morning. The daughter did this diligently to the age of 103 when she died. She left behind 14 children, 45 grandchildren, 25 great grandchildren, 15 great great grandchildren... and a 15 foot hole where the crematorium used to be. |
Sunday, April 22, 2012
From a Florida teacher
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Mychal Massie "Why I do not like the obamas"
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