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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'
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