A veteran died today ... Thx Paul C!

*A POEM WORTH**READING*

*He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.*

*For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."


PLEASE pass On The Patriotism! YOU can make a difference. If you are
proud of our Vets, then send this to them. You'll be glad you did.
Then send it to ALL your friends.*

Monopoly at the death-bed ... Thx Dr. H!

Doug Smith is on his deathbed and knows the end is near. His nurse, his wife, his daughter and 2 sons, are with him.

So, he says to them :"Bernie, I want you to take the Manhattan houses." "Sybil, you take the apartments over in the east end." "Jamie, I want you to take the offices over in the City Centre."  "Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings on the banks of the river."


The nurse is just blown away by all this, and as Doug slips away, she says, "Mrs. Smith, your husband must have been such
a hard-working man to have accumulated all this property."


Sarah replies, "Property ? .... the asshole had a paper route!"

This is beautiful regarding death ... Thx Marge R!

 

 

 This really is the most beautiful explanation of death I've ever heard.

~DEATH~ 
WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT 


A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to

Leave the examination room and said,

'Doctor, I am afraid to die.

Tell me what lies on the other side..'

Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know..'

'You don't know? You're, a Christian man,

and don't know what's on the other side?'

The doctor was holding the handle of the door;

On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,

And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room

And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said,

'Did you notice my dog?

He's never been in this room before.

He didn't know what was inside..

He knew nothing except that his master was here,

And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.

I know little of what is on the other side of death,

But I do know one thing...

I know my Master is there and that is enough.'

(sorry - cannot break this) 
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly

Where you are meant to be.. 

I believe that friends are quiet angels


Who lift us to our feet when our wings


Have trouble remembering how to fly. 

Just pass this on... 
Do not break this, PLEASE!!!!!

Shadow Dance Group

 

 

 

This is an amazing
performance presented at the UK Got Talent show. 
It left one of the judges speechless, an even Simon said
it was one of the best performances he had ever
seen.  Hope you enjoy it too.

Attraction
( Shadow Dance Group )skegley.blogspot.com

The Moment You Die ... thanks Bob and friends!

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> Death. We all have one thing in common. There will come a day when we take our last breath and die. It could happen today or we may have the blessing of a long life. The reality of life is that there is death.
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> If you have ever wandered around a book store you've noticed a growing genera of books known as self-help books. Millions of books are sold yearly to people trying to get their best life now. It doesn't matter what someone's religious or secular world view is, people want to have a long and full life. The problem is, we can't escape the death that comes at the end.
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> I don't mean to be morbid today, but realistic. My 8th grade daughter Anna has been reading about the Holocaust and the famous young woman Anne Frank. Her class was asked to write a poem expressing the emotions of that dark time. This poem moved me deeply. Take a moment to read it.
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> I hear them walking closer and closer,
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> Their feet pound on the gravel that leads to my house.
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> They’re coming for me.
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> They pound down my house door!
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> They fire their guns!
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> I hear the screams of my father, mother, and sister,
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> These thoughts keep frantically going through my head.
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> The man grabs me by the arm and pulls me out into the street.
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> Hundreds of people all around me are covered in blood, bruises and tears.
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> When I read this poem I felt as if I was the child under the bed. To think that so many people experienced such a moment is hard to accept. Saddly, the reality that we face in life is that there is death. However, the reality of God is that there is hope. I find it incomprehensible that God gave the world Jesus and the world says "No!" God says there is life in my Son and the world says "Go Away!" God declares that man does not have to earn his eternal life but religion says "DO! DO! DO!"
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> Our last breath, in this life, will come someday. The good news is, God has given us the way to have eternal life through the sacrifice of Jesus.
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Portsmouth Clay's Former Coach Arch Justus died last Friday 2-3-1012.

I'm back.  My young guru, Shawn Baird, came over and got me back onto my SamKat  www.skegley.blogspot.com  blog last night.I dumbly had signed onto Google Apps when I didn't need to and the business site gmail address was messing me up.  I hope somebody missed my posts.  I certainly did.  Isn't it terrible to be an egotist?  (Hopefully, I am not, but I did miss posting on the blog.)

Anyway, Clay Vice had told us about Arch Justus being sick Friday.  We didn't hear here in Columbus, but, sadly, Coach Arch died Friday night at Riverside Hospital here in Columbus.  Unknowingly, I called Columbus lawyer, Steve Fitch, and he met me at Riverside at 1:30 PM Sunday.  Arch was not shown as a patient. Hospitals don't share such sad news with visitors other than close family. After spending a few minutes with Steve and giving him the two extra "Acquaintances With Integrity II" books he ordered for his sons, we departed.  I called Clay and received the sad news that the coach had died Friday evening.  Clay had sent Facebook notices out, but I don't get on facebook regularly.

I called Steve with the sad news.

I had called Arch a few times to interview him as one of the outstanding athletes or coaches of the Portsmouth area.  There was always some sad health news going on in his family and we never got together for the interview.  Clay told me Friday afternoon that he lost his mother and his wife within the last year and Arch had liver cancer, although his son, John, told Clay that the doctors expected him to survive.   

Steve Fitch was on Arch's Clay High School basketball teams as a junior and senior but hardly saw action according to Steve.  As a testament to good coaching, Steve walked on the next season at Ohio State and was the very last cut after a few weeks of tryouts.  When he next saw Coach Justus, the coach was happily surprised for Steve.  Steve told him  that the fundamentals stressed at Ohio State were the same ones Coach Justus had used at Clay.

God bless the Justus family and one of Portsmouth's best coaches and the guy Clay tells me that Clay's former baseball coach Kenny Long told Clay that Arch Justus  could have made the baseball major leagues if he didn't have bad knees.  The witnesses said that Arch Justus could hit a baseball farther than any others of the very outstanding Ramey's Feed or Deemer's teams of bygone Portsmouth days.

In reality, we will all certainly die unless we remain on earth when Christ returns.

Lea Dushinski passed away ... thanks brother, Jim and friend, Ronnie Walters!

High Notes 12-08-2011

Lea Duschinski died Saturday, December 3, 2011, and that was a black day in the annals of dear old Portsmouth High.

Lea served many years as secretary to the principal at the high school, and retired in about 1985. Lea graduated from Portsmouth Central Catholic in 1944, and began her long career shortly after graduation. For many years she walked to and from the school at the corner of Waller and Gallia Streets from her home at 1606 3^rd St.

Nobody knew the history of PHS better than Lea, for the period from 1945 until now. Even though Lea had been retired many years she tried to attend every home football and basketball game of PHS, and most of Portsmouth Notre Dame’s games too. She was a true sports fan, and especially loved The Cincinnati Reds.

Another plus, and example of her high regard among acquaintances, was her annual invitation to numerous class reunions every summer. I described Lea as “The belle of a hundred class reunions,” when I emailed a notice of her hospitalization to friends.

Lea was also a devotee of lolling in the sun, whether at old Dreamland Pool, the Elks Country Club pool, or a pool of one of her friends or family.

Lea lived on South Taylor Court, in Forrest Heights, Portsmouth, until May this year, when she had a bad fall while sweeping her sidewalk, and shattering her left elbow, and cracking her head. She was already pretty frail from a loss of appetite, and she was hospitalized for several weeks before being moved into Hill View Retirement Center’s health care facility.

Her keen memory, devotion to her church and schools, and her extensive reading, made her an interesting and fun companion; she was a member of several groups of friends who ate together frequently. In recent years she complained that her lunch and dinner groups had fallen off, but you could see Lea and Vi Gantz at The Scioto Ribber or Damon’s most every Thursday evening. She had a limit of two vodka drinks an evening, unless the “company or conversation got really exciting,” she often said.

Visitation for Lea Rose Duschinski will be 6 to 8 p.m., Wednesday, and the funeral will be Thursday, at 1:30 p.m., at Melcher’s Funeral Home, Portsmouth.

Lea’s good friend, Janet Bowman said, “The funeral will be Thursday, because that’s the only day local singer and friend, Stan Workman could sing at her funeral, and that was a special request of Lea’s.” That is a testament to her affinity for everything Portsmouth, as Stan is a celebrated PHS graduate.

Always the good Catholic, and blessed with a wry sense of humor, she told me that she, upon attending her first movie in a theatre in years, “almost genuflected before taking my seat.”

Brushart was Lea’s mother, Jean’s maiden name, and she told me about a community named “Brushart” in Kentucky, so I said, “Why don’t we drive down and see what Brushart, Kentucky is like?” So, in 2010 we did just that…Lea and I took off in her car, and I drove. Brushart, is described as “a populated place” in Greenup, County, Kentucky. We found it!

I had Lea get out and stand by identifying signs, and I took her picture so she could show her family, and we ended up having lunch at Carter Cave’s State Park resort. It was another first for Lea, and we had a good time, for which I have pleasant memories.

Adieu old friend, adieu.

"Medicine, law, business, engineering. They are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
-Tom Schulman, screewriter

Blonde Mortician... Thanks Jim Kegley!

Subject: BLONDE MORTICIAN





JUST TOO FUNNY NOT TO SHARE.........



BLONDE MORTICIAN









A man who'd just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.



The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.



The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'



The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly...



She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?'



To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.



'There's no charge,' she says.



'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.



'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'



'So I just switched the heads.'





(BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!!!)

Minister Bob Bender, Alma's friend, passes on

Alma,




I just offered Bob Bender and his family and church up to God. There are special challenges to all ministers in this time and God knows above all.



Sam Kegley

----- Original Message -----

From: Holl, Alma J

To: undisclosed-recipients:

Sent: Monday, April 18, 2011 08:17

Subject: BENDER FAMILY





Please be in prayer for the Bender family: Bob Bender, minister to the Lake Eustis Christian Church in Florida went home to be with our Father this past weekend. Bob graduated from Kentucky Christian College (now University) and has ministered to churches in Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Florida. I grew up with his wife Janie at the college and we all were in the same graduating class there. Not only is the Bender family feeling the pain of the loss of a husband, father, and grandfather, the church also feels deeply the loss of their minister. Although earth holds pain like this, there is the realization that Bob knew our Lord personally and is now sharing in the kingdom . . .







Blessings,



Alma