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Happy Hour / A valued lesson I taught our Son
« on: Today at 08:13:27 AM »
Every time I came in from work Jimmy always met me running and always something of utmost importance on his mind. I never knew what to expect, but on one afternoon  he had standing on his head on his mind. Jewel said he had really been trying hard most of the day & was pretty sure I would show him how. When I found this picture Jewel remembered Jimmy's excitement as I was showing him.  We had another good laugh.


Happy Hour / a picture that brought back a memory
« on: September 23, 2017, 11:38:43 AM »
this would have been what we did with the last little corn crop before moving to the suburbs of Dallas. We started to put the corn up on the cob, but decided to cream it. I had pulled a tub full early that morning and Jewel, with Jimmy asking a hundred questions a minute wanting to know all about what was going on, shucked it. I creamed corn all morning. We worked hard those years between 1958 and 61 making every nickel count, but we did manage to get a good used small chest freezer from one of Virginia's friends. I remember this lady let us pay her any way we wanted to and I did some work for her husband that paid most of it. I would never tell anyone how to live their life, but we sure know what it took to fulfill our dreams we talked about as kids.


Happy Hour / What a night of music
« on: September 22, 2017, 09:17:52 AM »
Our concert season started with the music of ABBA. This group billed themselves as ABBAFAB. Some we weren't familiar with but we did hear some past favorites like Mamma Mia, Fernando, Waterloo, Gimme Gimme Gimme/Money Money Money, and Take a chance on me / Honey Honey. We remember the 70s as we started rubbing elbos with the business world and on a couple of the songs I saw myself in a floral shirt, light blue bell bottoms and my white boots out there on  the floor with the prettiest girl there. Last night she was sitting beside me and we were just holding hands. I show a picture of the selections.


Happy Hour / old fat man doing window repair
« on: September 11, 2017, 10:41:58 AM »
The windows in this house are right at 50 years old, we put in Anderson wood windows. This window is at the kitchen sink and needs the most attention , it is the only casement window we have. I gave thought a few years back of replacing it with a greenhouse type window , but never did follow through. All we need now is to repair what is needed. Those are the saw horses I built, I may need a pillow to sit on . I'll show a finished picture in  year or two, Jewel is afraid I'll fall off, Sis went by, stopped &  fussed , Jim & Teresa don't know what I'm doing yet. Me--I just enjoy living in the moment . I've taken care of these windows since the beginning, I can  it one more time.



Happy Hour / I have always made my own
« on: September 08, 2017, 01:14:48 PM »
I am getting ready to do some window work & decided to make some new saw horses. There's usually enough left over boards from a project to make a couple of these. Cheap & easy.


Happy Hour / just a choice of words
« on: September 07, 2017, 08:41:31 AM »
Yesterday in conversation I was reminded of something from years past. There was a time I was a member in the local Kiwanis Club-- it was my time to make a presentation pertaining to business so I decided to use myself as an example as to what might put that burning desire inside a person to start a business. I didn't know much about politics and had no desire to learn, but an incident made me mad enough to start learning. I wanted to know all about politics and small business, what all could be used that was actually set up for large corporations. As I talked on that day at noon a fellow interrupted me, you talk like an opportunist. I knew him and I knew immediately where he was headed with that word, I quickly replied, "You damn right I am". I finished my presentation & got a good clap of hands.---Then one time as I was teaching my Sunday School class a young lady asked how could a person know God was speaking . I just said look around and think about opportunity.

Happy Hour / Two sisters--the first and the last
« on: September 06, 2017, 02:54:06 PM »
Jewel's nephew called & said, "Mom needs to see Jewel, can you meet us at the Quinlan Dairy Queen" . We have dinned at the most hootie-tootie places in Dallas but nothing could ever compare to today at the DQ. If asked how to spell older sister I would spell Virginia . The emotions were high , Nephew & I let them have all the time for each other. Bob is not able to get out anymore but with help they are still living on their farm. Virginia will be 96 later this week, she was 15 when Jewel was born so as Jewel entered the teen years Virginia was there for her. When I started entering the picture she was there for us both. It is a rare thing to have a Sister, Mom and Friend all rolled up in one package. These two still hand write letters to each other. Today Virginia asked me didn't I manage a store one time in Arizona, no I said, we decided to come home & live by you and Bob.

Happy Hour / are ya'll seeing any gas lines
« on: September 01, 2017, 07:18:57 AM »
yesterday Jewel & I watched cars jockeying for position at six gas pumps. We just sipped our coffee at the coffee shop & enjoyed the entertainment. We left there & passed by an Exxon station that had a normal business, I could have pulled up at two different pumps. I heard a fellow at the coffee shop start worrying about gas because he saw lines forming across the parking lot. Our dogs can be sitting beside us in the yard at peace with the world, but if any one of them jumps up the other two jump up & start to bark with excitement, not realizing the first one was just going to scratch.

Happy Hour / this is not a picture of my butt
« on: August 30, 2017, 08:24:37 AM »
Bart Simpson took a selfie of his butt one time in one of the shows. This a selfie I took of the side of my head  after spending the day yesterday getting a basal cell carcinoma cut out. This thing was in the inner side flap and was into the cartilage . About three weeks ago my dermatologist saw a small ulcer looking spot and a biopsy confirmed her suspicion. There was more to it than at first thought. Too many times on the lake wearing a ball cap instead of a wide brimmed hat. The Doc got it all but my ear may flap in the wind.


Happy Hour / We lived in another time
« on: August 25, 2017, 08:51:52 AM »
Jewel's Mom was our Sunday School teacher, always had that old Kodak box camera handy and took lots of pictures. These pictures were dated Dec. 1951 we both would have been 15 and a Sophomore in HS. I remember Mom took an individual picture of each of us and remember that they were always on top of the chest of drawers. I didn't have drivers licenses yet but was driving any where we wanted to go by then. Yesterday there was a classmate at the coffee shop, she talked at length of the old days and about what her great grandkids were confronted with today. In 1951 Jewel & I both thought I would be going to Korea by graduation day, but we were just kids what did we know?

Happy Hour / The old Drive-In
« on: August 21, 2017, 11:35:31 AM »
Jewel's niece called our attention to this picture. The times we did go to a picture show this was where we usually went. There is a shopping center at this location now, but back then at one of those speakers was where I slept through a movie. I had scooped chicken ---- all day and was pretty tired. When I picked Jewel up I got in on the passenger side . She parked just as the movie started, I slid over against her and went sound asleep. When this part of the story was read the teens sitting around couldn't believe it. Jewel said, "I knew what he had done all day, I let him sleep".

General Discussion / 1860 agriculture census
« on: August 19, 2017, 02:16:05 PM »
I did all the research for Jewel on her Indian heritage. Her Indian side Grandmother was born in 1856 Stewart Co. Tn. I thought it might be interesting showing the 1860 agriculture census for this family. Jewel's great grandfather shows to own 150 acres improved land --100 acres unimproved--cash value $1000--- 1 team of horses--1 team of mules--2 milch cows
$300 livestock value---  150 bushel of wheat--30 bushels Irish potatoes--50 bushels of sweet potatoes--100 lbs butter--$20 value of slaughtered animal---all the land now is under water except a hill where great grandfather and other family members are buried.-As far as any records I have found about this family shows they were left alone and lived in peace. Jewel's Dad, if he knew, would never talk about their heritage. I have wished many times I could sit and tell him what I know about his Grandfather. 

Happy Hour / A picture that brought back a good chukle
« on: August 17, 2017, 05:30:13 PM »
The car is a 1964 Renault, our second one to own. In Aug. that year we took a two week camping trip in the Rockies. The motor is in the rear and the trunk is up front full of camping gear. There was a nice space that dropped down between the rear glass and the backseat which Jewel used like a suitcase for clothes. Ya'll know that a eight year old boy, who learned to prank & joke from someone, would find ways to entertain himself. After spending every night in a tent, in sleeping bags on a air mattress for two weeks we stopped on the way home at this motel. Jewel has just spotted one of her bras stretched out on top of a beach towel she had covered the clothes with. It was even stuffed. Jimmy was about to bust open but trying hard not to until he asked his Mother about why did she think all the truckers blew their horn & waved when they passed. I never said a word , but I saw Jimmy when he setting all this up miles back up the road. Jewel really couldn't even act mad but tried. We both had a good laugh of remembrance today

Happy Hour / A quote that brought back a memory
« on: August 16, 2017, 07:37:17 AM »
We both remembered the woman who rode a bicycle everywhere, and we remember seeing a boy in our class who was so shy he didn't talk much. Unfortunately there was no connection made until the early years of HS. The entire school was in the auditorium , the woman and our classmate walked out on the stage and what a story she had. They were Dutch, she and her husband had helped downed American Fliers during the war and was given the opportunity to come to America. I don't how they happened to come to Terrell but her story that inspired me the most was that they came here with nothing but saw opportunity everywhere they looked. Her husband was in a buy & sale salvage sort of business & she started with a small shoe repair shop & later into a very nice shoe store. There were parts of her total story which were sad, but every once in awhile their name still will come up about how they had nothing but made it. Here is the quote that made me think of that day in the HS auditorium.

        " Be thankful for everybody in your life, good & bad, past & present,
          they all made you the person you are today".

Happy Hour / Then and now
« on: August 12, 2017, 09:37:26 PM »
Jewel said she believed it was hotter the year we built our house than it is now. I said I thought it might be because we're sitting in a shade. The summer of 68 was a hot one & our land only had trees on the creek. We moved in before winter of 68 and worked most every night finishing out rooms. We have always had a pay as you go attitude, but this was one thing that the more we chewed the bigger it got. The then picture was taken sometime in 1970 because the car is Jewel's 1970 Pontiac Bonneville and my 1968 Chevy truck. The now picture was taken today, Jewel is in her chair. Jewel used to tell people that I would run the extension ladder up to the highest point and she would climb up & paint. The then picture would have been taken from what is now the edge of Jim and Teresa's front yard.

Happy Hour / The one and only lonesome trip
« on: August 10, 2017, 10:00:20 AM »
It was about now in 1969 that the company gave reward perks to some in the service dept. A trip to Ruidoso NM horse racing, and Carlsbad caverns. There was four of us and our wives who had earned this trip all expenses paid plus walking around money. The company had just bought two new 69 Ford Galaxies we would be going in. We would leave on Wed. AM and return on Sunday. Jewel was too involved with summer school & couldn't go. After we got on the road I never felt that lonesome since Jewel & I met. This was the first time since marriage we had not been together. We had a beautiful place to stay at Ruidoso with a picture window overlooking the race track, but wasn't any fun in a room alone. I got up at barely daylight, got in one of the cars & decided to drive around , I remember the sign said I was entering the Mescalero Apache reservation and they were the last to lay down arms sometime after 1900. What a poor poverty stricken looking place. I was way up into the mountain and it occurred to me that no one but God knew where I was. My thoughts of wanting to stop & visit with some I saw turned to thinking I had better get myself back to the lodge. When we got back home I told Jewel about this and she wished she had been there.       

Happy Hour / The last car
« on: August 09, 2017, 10:20:36 AM »
I never tried to tell Jewel what she should or shouldn't drive. This was her last choice, a 2000 Grand Marquis. This car was only driven on one major trip right after she bought it. It has been garage kept and always serviced when time by the dealer. We started using the car more instead of the truck and not long ago I thought it time to buy a new car. You talk about sticker shock, I got a good dose. Another thing was all the electronics that I probably don't have life enough left to learn. I give that salesman credit for trying, but I wasn't buying. The other day I left Jewel's car at the dealer where she bought & told the service mgr to replace all the hoses, flush the radiator, service the transmission, and have his man check it out like he would if it was his. When we picked it up the mechanic said he would sure buy it if we wanted to sell. He agreed that it was a better car than the new ones. I'm giving my truck to Jim & Teresa it is too hard now for Jewel to get in and out of.

Happy Hour / Glen Cambell--Gone---RIP
« on: August 08, 2017, 07:11:42 PM »
We were the same age 81, there was two times Jewel & I heard him in live performance. The one at Canton OH. holds the best memory. We had excellent seats and Jewel was sitting in an isle seat. During the show Glen left the stage while singing came up that isle singing and shaking hands, when he got to Jewel there was a slight pause in the song as he took her hand, he looked at her and  smiled as he turned to go down the other side. We don't remember the song he was singing but Jewel still remembers the night.


Happy Hour / Have you rver laughed so hard you really hurt
« on: August 07, 2017, 05:57:13 PM »
I saw a ,"do you remember these downtown businesses in the 50s", article today. Of course I remembered most of them but one had a special memory. Our company had installed an AC for that business which was a BBQ place. The cooling tower was installed on the second floor close to a window but over the smoker. This tower had a blower, pulling outside air through a series of pads water ran through and discharging back out through the window. A duct system allowed this. It didn't take long for those pads to completely get clogged with grease. Lots of thought was given as what to do. Dash laundry detergent was fairly new and advertised as such low suds it wouldn't clog your washing machine. Our brilliant service mgr told the service man, I had just started as a helper with him, to get a box of Dash & dump it in the tower sump he was sure it would cut that grease. Giant size soap suds started blowing out that window, traffic almost stopped down on the street, people were yelling & pointing toward the window and I was laughing so hard I hurt.


Happy Hour / Looking toward the future or "Return To The Future"
« on: August 05, 2017, 05:43:33 PM »
Our discussion today was the heat as we drove into town. Jewel said she wondered how we used to make the summers. We not only talked about it on into town , but started remembering what we did back then. By 1954 we hardly ever went swimming anymore and horse back ridding had almost stopped. This picture was taken on a hot Sunday afternoon in July of 54. The park had a pavilion with a Juke box, we had been listening to music & dancing. Jewel was happy, we had made our college plans, was very much in love and knew we would always be together but hadn't really set any kind of date for getting married. I took several pictures of her that day at the park which also had a small lake, cage full of monkeys , slides and a merry-go-round called the ocean wave. We played that afternoon like two kids instead of  mature 17 and 18 year olds. I had turned 18 a few days before.
We talked about all this through dinner today and enjoyed every minute. 

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