Beautiful Fruit design and cutting!
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Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Beautiful fruit design and cutting ... Thx Lyle S!
Blaine B. this is really clever ... Thx! Washington Redskins remove offensive name
The Washington Redskins finally drop offensive name:
Dan Snyder, owner of the NFL Redskins, has announced that the team is dropping
" Washington. “ from the team name, and it will henceforth be simply known as
"The Redskins.” It was reported that he finds the word 'Washington' imparts a negative image of poor leadership, mismanagement, corruption, cheating, lying, and graft, and is not a fitting role-model for young fans of football.
Monday, May 2, 2016
Japanese Sex From Life-long friends, Thx & Carolyn L ! Many of our good senior friends have passed on since we are in our eighties.
Another TRUE STORY from 1/2 way around the world...
Japanese SexA Japanese couple is arguing about how to perform highly erotic sex:Husband: "Sukitaki. Mojitaka!"Wife replies: "Kowanini! Mowi Janakpa!"Husband says angrily: "Toka a anji rodi roumi yakoo!"Wife on her knees literally begging: "Mimi nakoundinda tinkouji!"Husband shouts angrily: "Na miaou kina Tim kouji!"I can't believe you just sat there trying to read this.You don't know Japanese.You'll read anything as long as it is about sex.You need serious help!
Mom's raisin Pie ... My brother, Jim Kegley's column he still submits for The Scioto Voice in Wheelersburg, Ohio. Thx Jim! Jeanie and I truly enjoyed this!
Raison pie was a big treat at our McConnell Avenue Portsmouth home. My brother Sam has always been a devotee of the scrumptious depression era dessert. I say depression era, because raisons back in the early days were one of the cheapest, but more delicious fillings of my mother and grandmother made pies. I can remember that Sam, who was serving in the U. S. Army in the early fifties in Japan, rarely failed to mention that Mom’s raison pie was what he wanted when he returned to the U. S.
I believe that Sam must have some inner appreciation of gourmet foods, because he married one of the best cooks I’ve ever known. Jeanette (Weddington) grew up in New Boston and her Crisco-fried- chicken is the best I’ve ever eaten. And, I am one who really loves fried chicken, whether it is the Colonel’s recipe, or the recipe of Blackburn’s Super Market in New Boston, I love it. Jeanette’s fried chicken was a staple of some of our early family picnics back in the fifties. Now, since her two boys, Jay and Jeff are married and away from their Westerville, Ohio home, she rarely fries her chicken, and since Sam has had a couple of surgical heart procedures, they watch their diets differently.
Sam met Jeanette when he worked as an usher at the Ohio Theatre in New Boston along with his good friend, Carl Clark. They worked the after school shift back in the late forties, while in high school. Sam has told many times about seeing Jeanette, a dark haired beauty at the theatre, and deciding pretty quickly, that she was the girl for him. Jeanette is the daughter of steelworker, Cottle and Opal Weddington , and they lived at 3853 Stanton Avenue.
Carl Clark, also met and married a New Boston beauty, Emma (Mills) Clark who is the daughter of Dr. Alfred B., and Betty Mills, and they remained life-long New Boston residents.
As for me, if I were a man who could have one last meal before leaving this time on earth, tell them to make it fried chicken, will you?
Oh, Howard Chabot was justifiably proud of the “Heavenly Fried Chicken” he sold for so many years at Pop’s Place in Wheelersburg. It was known far and wide, as "The best fried chicken on Rte. 52, from the Dakotas to North Carolina."
Sunday, May 1, 2016
The World is mine ... thx Judi C!
Subject THE WORLD IS MINE
Hi Everyone,
Hi Everyone,
Someone just sent this to me, which reminded me of a
quotation by a thirteenth century mystic named Meister Eckhart. He
said “If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "Thank you,"
that would suffice.” Works for me.
quotation by a thirteenth century mystic named Meister Eckhart. He
said “If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "Thank you,"
that would suffice.” Works for me.
THE WORLD IS MINE - Author Unknown
Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman and wished I
were as beautiful.When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble
down the aisle.She had one leg and used a crutch. But as she passed,
she passed a smile.Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I have two legs;
the world is mine. I stopped to buy some candy.The lad who sold it had
such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad.If I were late, it'd
do no harm.And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so
kind. It's nice to talk with folks like you.You see," he said, "I'm
blind."Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I have two eyes; the world is
mine. Later while walking down the street, I saw a child that I
knew.He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to
do.I stopped a moment and then I said, “Why don't you join them
dear?"He looked ahead without a word. I forgot, he couldn't hear.Oh,
God, forgive me when I whine.I have two ears; the world is mine. With
feet to take me where I'd go.With eyes to see the sunset's glow.With
ears to hear what I'd know.Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I've been
blessed indeed, the world is mine. If this poem makes you feel
thankful, just forward it to your friends.After all, it's just a
simple reminder that we have so much to be thankful for!Give the gift
of love. It never comes back empty!I have been truly blessed with
AWESOME FRIENDS!
were as beautiful.When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble
down the aisle.She had one leg and used a crutch. But as she passed,
she passed a smile.Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I have two legs;
the world is mine. I stopped to buy some candy.The lad who sold it had
such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad.If I were late, it'd
do no harm.And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so
kind. It's nice to talk with folks like you.You see," he said, "I'm
blind."Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I have two eyes; the world is
mine. Later while walking down the street, I saw a child that I
knew.He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to
do.I stopped a moment and then I said, “Why don't you join them
dear?"He looked ahead without a word. I forgot, he couldn't hear.Oh,
God, forgive me when I whine.I have two ears; the world is mine. With
feet to take me where I'd go.With eyes to see the sunset's glow.With
ears to hear what I'd know.Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.I've been
blessed indeed, the world is mine. If this poem makes you feel
thankful, just forward it to your friends.After all, it's just a
simple reminder that we have so much to be thankful for!Give the gift
of love. It never comes back empty!I have been truly blessed with
AWESOME FRIENDS!
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Federal Prison Blues - Ode to Hillary ... Thx Jackie B!
Federal Prison Blues - Ode to Hillary
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Friday, April 29, 2016
Bill Maudlin WW II Cartoonist "Willie and Joe" ... Thx Pau;l C!
Willie & Joe!
He meant so much to the millions of Americans who fought in World War II, and to those who had waited for them to come home.
He was a kid cartoonist for Stars and Stripes, the military newspaper;
Mauldin's drawings of his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubble infantrymen
Willie and Joe were the voice of truth about what it was like on the front lines.Mauldin was an enlisted man, just like the soldiers for whom he drew; his gripes were their gripes, his laughs their laughs, his heartaches their heartaches. He was one of them. They loved him.
He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut too close for comfort, superior officers tried to tone him down. In one memorable incident, he enraged Gen George S. Patton, who informed Mauldin he wanted the pointed cartoons celebrating the fighting men, lampooning the high-ranking officers to stop. Now!
"I'm beginning to feel like a fugitive from the' law of averages."The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was Sgt. Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It seemed impossible.
Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan: Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, SCAFE, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in Europe . Ike put out the word: "Mauldin draws what Mauldin wants."Mauldin won. Patton lost.
If, in your line of work, you've ever considered yourself a young hotshot, or if you've ever known anyone who has felt that way about him or herself, the story of Mauldin's young manhood will humble you. Here is what, by the time he was 23 years old, Mauldin had accomplished:+
"By the way, wot wuz them changes you wuz
gonna make when you took over last month, sir?"
He won the Pulitzer Prize & was on the cover of Time magazine. His book "Up Front" was the No. 1 best-seller in the United States ..
All of that at 23. Yet, when he returned to civilian life and grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin grin, never outgrew his excitement about doing his job, never big-shotted or high-hatted the people with whom he worked every day.
I was lucky enough to be one of them. Mauldin roamed the hallways of the Chicago Sun-Times in the late 1960s and early 1970s with no more officiousness or air of haughtiness than if he was a copyboy. That impish look on his face remained.
He had achieved so much. He won a second Pulitzer Prize, and he should have won a third for what may be the single greatest editorial cartoon in the history of the craft: his deadline rendering, on the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, of the statue at the Lincoln Memorial, slumped in grief, its head cradled in its hands. But he never acted as if he was better than the people he met. He was still Mauldin, the enlisted man.
During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that California nursing home, some of the old World War II infantry guys caught wind of it. They didn't want Mauldin to go out that way. They thought he should know he was still their hero."This is the' town my pappy told me about."Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County Register, put out the call in Southern California for people in the area to send their best wishes to Mauldin. I joined Dillow in the effort, helping to spread the appeal nationally, so Bill would not feel so alone. Soon, more than 10,000 cards and letters had arrived at Mauldin's bedside.
Better than that, old soldiers began to show up just to sit with Mauldin, to let him know that they were there for him, as he, so long ago, had been there for them. So many volunteered to visit Bill that there was a waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino, in the first paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin, described it:
"Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002, they came to Park Superior nursing home in Newport Beach , California , to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third Grade, Bill Mauldin. They came bearing relics of their youth: medals, insignia, photographs, and carefully folded newspaper clippings. Some wore old garrison caps. Others arrived resplendent in uniforms over a half century old. Almost all of them wept as they filed down the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some long-neglected obligation."
One of the veterans explained to me why it was so important: "You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to appreciate what moments of relief Bill gave us You had to be reading a soaking wet Stars and Stripes in a water-filled foxhole and then see one of his cartoons.""Th' hell this ain't th' most important hole in the world. I'm in it."
Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery . Last month, the kid cartoonist made it onto a first-class postage stamp. It's an honor that most generals and admirals never receive.
What Mauldin would have loved most, I believe, is the sight of the two guys who keep him company on that stamp.
Take a look at it.There's Willie. There's Joe.
And there, to the side, drawing them and smiling that shy, quietly observant smile, is Mauldin himself. With his buddies, right where he belongs. Forever.
What a story, and a fitting tribute to a man and to a time that few of us can still remember. But I say to you youngsters, you must most seriously learn of, and remember with respect, the sufferings and sacrifices of your fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers in times you cannot ever imagine today with all you have. But the only reason you are free to have it all is because of them!
I thought you would all enjoy reading and seeing this bit of American history.In God We Trust.Please note: If you forward this email please delete the forwarding history, which includes my email address. It is a courtesy to me and others who may not wish to have their email addresses sent all over the world! Thanks.
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