A Reach for the Stars...
When folks strive greatly to take from life what matters most--learning along the way that it’s mostly about giving--phrases like “giant strides” or “standing tall” come into play. It seems “Texan to the core” to do so.
Sometimes, though, along comes someone who learns early on that noteworthy accomplishments also can accrue from taking smaller steps, reaching higher and working harder.
Such was a delightful man named Richard (Dick) Collin ...
Yes, I am grumpy. It was very early to get up this morning. Spring break is this week for area schools. I expect to be busy. The trouble is, my grandkids are allergic to raking leaves and pulling weeds in the garden.
For your calendar: Class Meetings continue on Tuesday nights at the parsonage.
St. Patrick’s Day.
Comin’ our way.
Hooray, hooray.
Callooh! Callay!
They chortle in their joy.
And drink green beer.
Wear green clothes.
Green because of the shamrock.
St. Patrick supposedly used the three-leaved plant to explain the Holy Trinity to
pre-Christian Irish.
St. Patrick was actually British.
Kidnapped by invading Irish.
And kept as a slave in Ireland.
Then escaped back to Britain.
Then later returned to Ireland as a devout Christian.
He died March 17, 461 A.D.
And to this day, h ...
Sometimes I Ask, "What Weekend?"
When we were all younger, nothing got us quite as worked up as the approach to the weekend. No matter what events may have been planned for Saturday and Sunday, the real issue was that it was THE WEEKEND.
After five days of school, the weekend meant two days of freedom.
Dutch Oven Bread
courtesy: Ron Merlin
In my constant quest for breads and other baked goods that are quick to make and great to eat, I occasionally stumble across a real winner. This is one of those breads! The total “active involvement” time by the baker is really small; possibly 20 minutes, at the outside.
Don’t forget the health mini-clinic today from 10:00-12:00. Kimble Co. Hospital nurses will be here, and they can do blood glucose, blood pressure, and assess your heart age—all at no cost to you.
Painting with Vickie was great fun last week, and we’ll be showing off the new painting soon. All the kids from pre-K through 8th grade got to participate, as well as quite a few adults—amazing!
Kidding around
For several years, beginning in the late 1900s, I was privileged to be a judge at the World Championship Barbecue Goat Cookoff, which is held annually at Richard’s Park in Brady, Texas on Labor Day Weekend. People come from all over to attend the event, and some of the best amateur barbecuers in the country compete for the title of World Champion Goat Barbecuer(s).
As a teenager, it took a month to get from Monday to Friday. Now, it seems the pill containers need to be refilled too often. The week goes by fast and the months, too! I remember the Sonic Booms that we had in the Fifties! The windows would shake. They always caught you off guard!
I remember going to the Hilda Club House for various occasions.
Retailing at the Crossroads...
Retail wizard J C Penney would have been confounded by the tightrope-walking required in today’s world of retailing. He likely never dreamed of 140 JCP stores closing in one fell swoop.
Onward/outward/upward marked his insight. He credited a strong commitment to advertising for much of his chain’s success.
He was often saddened, however, believing that half of his advertising budget was misspent.
Falling asleep.
Feels so good.
We all do it.
We all want to.
We all need to.
And we all appreciate when a fussy baby finally falls asleep.
Or the bed partner who suffers from insomnia.
Watching someone fall asleep is a good spectator sport.
Something magical happens.
We get a glimpse into another world.
A personal world.
Known only to the fall-ing-a-sleep-er.
You’re sitting there, maybe having a conversation with your brother.
His eyes start to close.
His head begins to fall forward.
He catch ...
