Posted July 20, 2010 by limberjack
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1. About Chronoposts8, 14, 09

2. The Thrifty Drug Store Caper 8, 15, 09

3. Bob Moodys Excellent Adventure 8,15, 09

4. Moms story 8, 16, 09

5. My old man 8, 17, 09

6. Sheep Lungs 10, 9, 09

7. Breakfast with the Adairs 10, 10, 09

8. Dort 11, 4, 2009

9. I started out as a child 11, 5, 09

10. Don Hill 11, 6, 09

11. Latin American Adventures 11, 11, 09

12. Latin American Adventures Part 2 11, 11, 09

13. Family Pictures 11, 12, 09

14. US Navy 11, 18, 2009

15. Written by dad explaining why he was a vegetarian 12,5, 2009

16. Susans Samoan Journal 12, 6, 09

17. Heaven and Hell 12, 6, 09

18. The Squirrels 12, 13, 09

19. Woodland, CA ~ A Bicentennial Community 01, 7, 10

20. Mortality 01, 13, 10

21. How I met your mother 01, 24, 10

22. Pete 02, 5, 10

23. Family History 03, 24, 10

24. Patty & Jacks Excellent Vacation 2010 03, 25, 10

25. Political Musings 07, 18, 10

26. Dog-sitting 07, 19, 10

27. I  Started Out As A Child~ The Sequel 07, 22, 10

28. My life with Patty 8-13-10

29. SHS Summer Social 2010 08, 24, 10

30. Rafting the American and Pigeon Coops 09, 5, 10

31. A WEEK ON PATOS ISLAND by Patty 09, 26, 10

32. Year 2010 and the draft 11, 18, 10

33. Taking Care of Business 12, 16, 10

34. Millie 01, 23, 11

35. I’ve been saved…maybe

36.  Edie 04-24-11

37. Thoughts from Dad 05-14-11

38. My Story by Theresa 05-18-11

39. Samuel Parker Ware 05-19-11

40. More thoughts from Dad 5-26-11

41. Energy Problem Solved 6-18-11

42. Pattys Roots 7-12-2011

43. Threescore and ten 7-16-2011

44. Patty and Jack 7-23-11

45. Our Seventieth Year 7-27-11

46. The Marvelous Wonderettes 8-1-11

47. Hurricane Camille 8-7-11

48.  Omie  8-25-11

49.  Ginnie 10-11-11

50. Ware and Lindsley families 11-17-11

51. 750 Words 1-5-12

52.  My Senior Year 1-12-12

53.  Poop and conservatives 1-23-12

54.  Pattys Family 2-4-12

55.  It’s Pattys birthday today!!! 4-4-2012

56.  Zombies 6-2-12

57. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure!  Part I     6-6-12

58. Pattys-most-excellent-adventure-part-II  6-8-12

59.  Pattys Most Excellent Adventure Part III  6-9-12

60. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure – Part IV6-10-12

61. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure – Part V 6-12-12

62.  Rats! 7-20-12

63.  John Cleeses ‘Letter to America’ 8-13-12

64.  Talk Like A Pirate 9-17-12

65.  My Friend, Joe Clein 10-08-12

66.  Our 50th Wedding Anniversary 11-19-12

67.  12-29-12 Our 50th Wedding Anniversary 1-19-13

68. Places we’ve lived 4/20/13

69. Barefoot in Samoa8/18/09

70. Summer of 2013 6/10/2013

71.  The Epic Cross-country Road Trip of 2013 7/25/13

72.  Dead People and Mountains of Salt 10/23/13

73.  Stephen Ware, Petes son. 12/24/13

74.  New England Vampire Panic of 1793 01/29/2014

75.  Operation Puppy Peace

76.  Susans Birthday & Pattys Summer 04/20/2014

77.  Energy Problem Solved 04/25/14

78.  Summer 2014 update  08/23/14

79.   A Girl Named Sue 09/07/14

80.  TLAP 09/16/14

81.  It was a very good year~2014 12/24/14

82.   Smokin Outhouse  12/28/14

83.   Patience  03/15/15

84.  Book of Life 05/04/15

 85.  Theresa 03/06/16

86.   Lindsley Family History  03/06/16

87.    Pattys birthday 2016  04/04/16

88.   Hillarys e-mails  06/15/16

89.  Letter from Dolly  07/18/16

90.  My Grandkids Ancestors 07/26/16

92.  Green Pea soup and Mayonnaise 02/04/17

93. Gabriels Big Adventure10/24/17

94. 1962~1963 A Year Of Change 11/5/17










1962~1963 A Year Of Change

Posted November 5, 2017 by limberjack
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My beautiful picture

So much happened this year looking back on it.   I mustered out of the Navy, worked in a sawmill, worked in a plywood plant, moved houses, met Patty, got married and joined the Air Force.  All that and more. 

As 1962 starts I’m in the Navy returning to Long Beach, California aboard the USS Mispillion.  I’m a Radarman 2nd class (a rating that doesn’t exist anymore, they’re called Operations Specialists OS now) and we’re due to spend time at home port doing maintenance and catching up on leave.  A lot of the sailors are taking leave and spending time with their families but I don’t have anyone so I spend my days chipping paint and going to downtown Long Beach to get in trouble.  We’ve got the Saratoga Bar, the New Yorker Bar, the Pike amusement park among others.  My Buddy Jim Driver, a Signalman 3rd Class, met a statuesque blond who worked as a barmaid at the New Yorker and married her on the spot.  Another friend, Huey P. Dugas, another Signalman 3rd Class, not to be outdone, proposed to the barmaid at the Saratoga and set her up in an apartment near the Pike.  Dugas had used up all his leave so he shipped-over to get more so now he’s looking at four more years in the Navy and having second, third and fourth thoughts.  A few weeks after he got engaged, he went on liberty to see his honey and caught her with another sailor in his apartment.   Meanwhile, I just turned 21 and to celebrate caught the Red Train to Hollywood and spent my birthday at the Hollywood Burlesque watching a very talented young lady doing interesting things with tassels. 

About this time, I got a call from the Red Cross that my Dad had a stroke and was in the hospital.  I asked for leave but was denied without going through some paperwork and getting the Red Cross to declare it an emergency.  I was incensed!  I had the leave saved up but the ship decided since I hadn’t scheduled it, I needed the Red Cross to authorize it.  So, I put in for discharge.  Since I was on an involuntary extension I could do that.  Dad survived the stroke but was in bad shape.   About a month later my separation came through.

I drew my pay and had about $800 saved up so I went to downtown LA and bought a car, a ’55 Ford Custom, and drove home.  This is about May or June.  When I got home I found Dad living with my sister Millie and Mom dividing her time between their home at Waldport and Eugene.  Bob offered me a job helping him move houses and Don offered me a job at Georgia Pacific. I decided to go with Bob since the prospect of working in a mill was what drove me to the Navy. 

It was interesting work and the only thing I didn’t like about it was crawling under houses where you had very little room and there were spiders and snakes.  My job, once we had the house loaded out on dollies, was to ride the roof and lift telephone wires and power lines over the house.  I’d tie off a rope to the girder on one side of the house and loop it over the house and tie it off on the other side.  Then I’d climb up the rope and use it to gain access and move the lines.  

Moody House Moving 2

One of the jobs we had was to move some old farmhouses so they could build Fall Creek Dam.  These houses we bought very cheap since the government had already condemned them and paid off the homeowners.  We had some property in Jasper that we were to move them to and place on new foundations.  One farmhouse was built on blocks and very close to the ground so we had to dig our way under the house to set our jacks.  There was a lot of dry rot and snakes and spiders, the stuff of nightmares.  Anyway, we got it in the air and loaded out.  It wasn’t pretty but should be a pretty easy move down Big Fall Creek Road to Jasper.  We were making pretty good time until we came to a bridge over the creek.  The road split on the other side of the bridge into Big Fall Creek Road and Little Fall Creek Road.  We got hung up on the bridge with our girders not clearing the stanchions of the bridge.  As we were standing around trying to figure out what to do, Bob Steele of the Oregon State Patrol came screaming up to us wanting to get to the other side because he was on to a poacher on Little Fall Creek Road and wanted to catch him in the act.  Bob was sweating bullets because we had expired PUC tags on the rig that was pulling the house and if Steele noticed that it would have been a big fine.  Bob Steele was so mad he didn’t notice the tags and Bob quickly got a chainsaw and cut us loose and Steele was on his way. 

 While working on those houses Bob and I decided to go fishing.  We left after a night of heavy drinking about 5AM so we could get an early start and made it as far as the bar in Jasper.  We decided this looked like a likely spot so we got our poles and were fishing the sinks on the other side of the bar and enjoying some beers.  Bob had the company checkbook open on the bar and we were having a good time on our fishing trip.  Well, as good a time as you can have when you’re hung-over from the night before.  Then Chet Rooks showed up.  Chet was Bob’s partner and he didn’t see the humor in our fishing trip.  Chet was upset about Bob’s having the company checkbook open on the bar and made a big deal of it.  Chet was a hothead and somewhat violent and was always angry about something.  Anyway, Bob bought him out and his brother, Buck Rooks, stayed with us.  My brother Pete joined us and we were very successful for awhile.  As long as Bob could stay focused on lining up jobs we were pretty busy. 

Bob was an alcoholic and couldn’t keep it together for very long.  House-moving is a boom and bust business and when the jobs started drying up Bob started hitting the bottle.  I could see that Bob wasn’t going to be able to make payroll with such a big crew so I quit and went to work for Georgia Pacific in their sawmill.  I was doing the same work as my future father-in-law was doing for Weyerhauser, stacking lumber in the drying shed and loading boxcars.   They kept getting after me to join the union but I was reluctant because it cost money and, in my experience, they would go out on strike at the most inopportune times.  Usually when it benefited the company like around Christmas or in the late summer when you couldn’t get in the woods because of fire danger.  They finally told me to either join or I was fired so I joined and they promptly went out on strike.    

About this time I met Patty.  Dave Wildt was a high school buddy of mine and we went into the Navy together he had gotten out sometime before me because he wasn’t involuntarily extended.  He was dating LaDonna Wyant and her best friend was Patty Lindsley.  Actually, Patty and Dave had dated first but there was no magic there, Patty said it was like dating her brother.  So Patty introduced her best friend to Dave and it worked.  Dave and Donna thought it would be a super idea to double date with Patty and I so they set up a blind date for me.  Actually, I think it was Dave’s idea and Donna had reservations.  However, my father died and I had to cancel so our blind date was postponed for a couple of weeks.   This is all covered in “How I Met Your Mother” in Chronospots.   Anyway, back to my story…

So, I’m out of work.  My brother-in-law got me a job in the plywood plant pulling off the chain and grading plywood.  I was working swing-shift and making $2.16 an hour and dreading coming back to work the next night.  It was repetitious, mind numbing work and I ended up with splinters in my stomach for months afterward.  Patty and I are married now and Patty was working at Sears and we were barely getting by.  We’d do our laundry at Millie’s and she’d slip some meat in our laundry which she said would just go bad because she took too much out of the freezer.  The Navy was looking pretty good now. 

I went down to the Navy recruiter and asked if I could get back in.  He said sure, at the same rate I was before.  But I didn’t want to be a Radarman anymore because the Seavay Rotation (time at sea versus shore duty) was 7:1.   I wanted Air Traffic Controller or Electronics Technician but he couldn’t offer me that.  So I went next door to the Air Force and spoke to Jim Peach the USAF recruiter.  He could offer me Ground Radio which was as close as he could get to ET but I’d have to take a reduction in grade of two paygrades to get it.  I took it and went to Portland to the Armed Forces Entrance and Examining Service center to enlist. 

They gave me travel pay ($300) to Keesler AFB, MS where I was to start my training.  I was going to leave Patty with Millie but Millie talked me out of it and Patty and I loaded our 1956 Dodge with everything we owned and hit the road.  Looking back on it, I’m surprised that Patty was going to let me get away with leaving her at Bob and Millie’s because she really wanted to go and I’m really glad that we went together.  I guess at that point Patty looked to me to be the adult and make decisions for both of us.  Boy, has that changed!

So, that’s the year of change I mentioned in the title and part of our life’s story.  Looking back there’s so many things that happened and so many ways it could have turned out completely different that it gives me chills to think about it.     


Gabriels Big Adventure

Posted October 25, 2017 by limberjack
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We were awakened about 2AM by something and shortly thereafter noticed the motion detector light on the garage was on.  This was a concern because we had a bear get into our garbage just last week and today is garbage day and we have a full container, so I got out of bed and went downstairs to check on it.   Patty had moved my flashlight, so I couldn’t find it, so I turned on the porch light and stepped onto the deck but couldn’t see anything.  Well Patty was ‘concerned’ that I went outside in my skivvies so when the motion light clicked on a half hour later she got up and got dressed to check it out.  I got up too and put on a robe and slippers in case I had to run down and do battle with a bear.   Patty retrieved the flashlight from where she had hidden it and shone it down into the yard and illuminated a skunk.   So, this is my life.  Robin and Karen, my nephew and his wife, live in Salem and have a nice house with bluebirds, canaries and chickadees feeding at hanging feeders and we get buzzards, bears and skunks. 

I guess one reason we were awake was that Gabriel, our grandson, joined the Navy through the Delayed Enlistment Program yesterday and I was thinking about when I had done the same thing almost 60 years ago.   He will be trained as a Hospital Corpsman and had to sign up for 5 years because of the training.  When I signed up it was for 3 years on a Kiddy Cruise, which means in at 18 out at 21, although I was extended because of the crisis with the Soviet Union over the Berlin Wall being built.  Anyway, I was thinking about how that had changed my life and what an exciting change it was for me.  Now I get to experience it all again through Gabriel’s eyes.  I’ve never been to Great Lakes Recruit Training Center because, at that time, people in the western US went to San Diego but now the NTC there is closed.   But Basic Training is the same old bullshit.  A lot of screaming, calisthenics, jumping off a 12’ tower and swimming the length of the pool, being put in a building and having it set on fire, being put in another building and being gassed…good times!  Once he finishes that, about 8 weeks, he’ll be sent to San Antonio for his class ‘A’ school as a corpsman.  That will be 19 weeks and that means he’ll be there in the winter.  I went to Lackland AFB in San Antonio in the winter for NCOIC school in the Air Force.  I was stationed in Denver, Colorado at the time and I flew in for the training that was recommended for senior NCOs.  I’ve never been so cold!  I bought a coat that I still have that I call my winter coat.  Well, Gabriel will have a pea coat I’m sure. 

Gabe has been told that he’ll get a ‘C’ school to get additional training after his ’A’ school, but I’m worried about that.  He could get trained as a Combat Medic, X-Ray tech, Pharmacy Tech or any number of specialties but I imagine that will be based on the needs of the Navy and how well he does in school.  But maybe, since he had to enlist for an extra year, the Navy won’t play games with him and he’ll get the training.  Anyway, having spent my final years in recruiting, I believe in the service and that it is a viable option in personal development and a good way to decide what to do with your life.  He’ll get some training and have the GI Bill when he gets out.  He’ll be 23 years old and not too old to go to college and earn a college degree.  I tried to talk him out of it but really, I’m fine with what he’s decided to do.   And I’m sure he’ll have stories to tell.

So, Patty and I never got back to sleep.  We read for a little while then turned off the light but our brains were going a mile-a-minute so we just laid there and talked.  We’ll probably get tired sometime today but for right now we’re wide awake.  But while we’re talking about reading, I do have a gem to share.  It’s Origin by Dan Brown.  It’s a great read and completely factual or plausible as are all his books.   You can bet that Tom Hanks and Ron Howard are planning a blockbuster right now but don’t wait for it.  Buy the book!

Green Pea soup and Mayonnaise

Posted February 5, 2017 by limberjack
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Ka’anapali Beach

At 4AM this morning as Patty and I were lying in bed discussing George Washington and his wife Martha and their lack of progeny to contribute to the Daughters of the American Revolution rolls, Patty said something about green pea soup and mayonnaise.  I spent some time trying to figure out what the context could be for those words and Patty noticed my silence so I had to admit what my problem was.  Of course, she hadn’t said any such thing and she was thoroughly disgusted with me for thinking she had.   I mentioned this to illustrate the wide range of subjects that are up for discussion at that hour of the morning while our minds are active but we are not.

Another subject that we discussed led to our revisiting something that Patty discovered about six years ago.  At that time, our eldest daughter Traci was having her 44th birthday and Patty realized that she was born in 1944 and that Patty was 67 and Traci was born in 1967.  Whoa!  Next year I will be 77 (maybe) and Susan was born in 1977 and Susan will be 41 and I was born in 1941.   You see the relationship?  This doesn’t work with my dad since he was born in 1892 but it seems to work with our generation of mid 20th century parents and children.    It just seems intriguing that this relationship exists and I wondered if anyone else ever considered it.   Food for thought.

Anyway, we have a lot of these sleepless nights and most of them are brought on by our concern about where we are going as a country.  I’m pretty sure where we are going and I’m not happy about it but I probably won’t be around to see the results of these tumultuous times and the eventual attainment of a more progressive, tolerant country.  Ergo, we are going to Hawaii!  We are hoping that lying around on the beach, having dinners at the Kona Brew Pub, and taking walks at sunrise and sunset will snap us out of our funk.  It’s worth a shot.   We won’t be seeing much news and won’t have daily postings from the Proud Liberal to inflame our sensibilities with outrage at the latest injustices and we’re hoping that will enable us to get off this daily routine of sleepless nights.  

2016 A year in Review

Posted December 21, 2016 by limberjack
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Oops, I did it again.   I didn’t make a Christmas card with a clever rhyme about our activities for the year like I did for 20+ years until our 50th wedding anniversary when I used that anniversary in Hawaii as an excuse to quit.  I also didn’t write a newsletter to catch everybody up with our activities.  And I haven’t written anything to Chronospots in five or six months.   So, this is my effort to cover all those failures in one fell swoop.  (BTW, having used this expression, ‘fell swoop’, I decided to google it and found that Shakespeare invented it in 1605 in Macbeth.  This kind of edification is a side benefit of reading this.)

So, to get on with it, as usual Patty has been flitting hither and yon on her many adventures.  In February we spent about three weeks in Hawaii, a week at the Hale Koa in Waikiki and then two weeks in a beach cabin at Bellows AFS.  We intend to do the same this February.  In March my sole remaining sibling, my sister Theresa, died and we attended her memorial service in Salem on the 19th   Then in April, Patty attended a ceremony honoring some revolutionary ancestors in Tennessee where an Eagle Scout took on a project to restore an old cemetery.  She reconnected with some of her cousins there and they shared some of their moonshine with her.  In May she flew to Seattle to meet up with Susan and then they flew to Scotland to embark on a 100 mile pub-crawl known as the West Highland Way.  Actually, they hiked more than a hundred miles because some of the pubs were a way off the trail.  On the way home they stopped off in Iceland to enjoy the Blue Lagoo again (they’d been there before).   Then in August Patty returned to Eagle Cap for the fourth time for another working vacation building and repairing trail as 72 year old women are wont to do.

While Patty was off enjoying herself I was home taking care of business as usual.  This year we repainted the house but this time I had professional help.  My grandson, Samuel.  home from OSU for the summer, helped as did ‘Two Stiffs Needing Work’.  The last paint job lasted about 13 years so this will probably be the last time I must worry about this chore.

In September we spent a week at Kala Point during the Wooden Boat Festival with Karen and Rob.  Karen took Patty on a sailing adventure on The Schooner Adventuress where Karen had crewed as a teenager.   Then, in October, Patty joined some friends on a working vacation in Utah at the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument removing Russian Olive.   She spent about a week digging out Russian Olive which is a wicked brush with inch-long thorns which is an invasive weed there.  In November we left on a whim and caught a hop on a USAF cargo plane for about three days on Waikiki.

We’ll be home for the holidays and aren’t planning on doing anything special except enjoying the time with Traci and her family.  Speaking of which, Samuel is now in his second year in Mechanical Engineering at OSU and I firmly believe he will become a world-famous inventor or something.  Gabriel is a Junior at Ashland High School and a member of the Ashland School Band (Tenor Sax) and on track to become an Eagle Scout in the very near future.  Traci is an Educational Assistant in the Ashland School District and volunteers at the school libraries and Ashland Library by doing their displays and artwork.  She also has a presence on the web:  traciscraftcorner on ETSY.  Rene is a professor at Southern Oregon University teaching some esoteric folderol and travels to Denmark and Guanajuato, Mexico frequently because his expertise is apparently in high demand there.  He also helps McGraw-Hill in their video presentations.  Rene’s niece, Eunice, is also a neighbor.  She’s been with us to get her MBA and now is gainfully employed at a local firm.  Patty got her Master’s at SOU too, about 25 years ago.

Susan is still working at Microsoft doing something as mysterious (to me) as Rene and apparently very good at it since she recently got another promotion.  She lets me come up to prune her grapes once a year.  I prune Traci’s grapes too.  It’s good to be useful for something.   Kai is currently on hiatus from his tech job but is still active in several bands and has a possible opportunity to accompany a famous musician on a tour.  Sue and Kai are planning to participate in the Women’s March on Washington on January 21st.  We accompanied them to the Rally to Restore Sanity/Keep Fear Alive with John Stewart and Stephen Colbert in 2010 and it was a blast!  I hope this trip goes as well.

So, that’s done.

My Grandkids Ancestors

Posted July 27, 2016 by limberjack
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Sam & Gabe 2013 - 3Samuel and Gabriel Ordonez are American products of generations of overachievers, and that’s just on Patty’s side.   This look at their ancestors doesn’t attempt to look beyond my Grandpa Snazzy on my side or the Ordonez ancestry, which I believe is pretty impressive in its own right. 

 Patty has traced her ancestry through a ‘who’s who’ of American history that includes eleven U.S. presidents; Mayflower immigrants including the first Governor of Massachusetts, William Bradford;  Buffalo Bill Cody; Eli Whitney, and a regiment of Revolutionary War Patriots (20+ and counting).

 Patty wrote a book on the subject but she’s still busily researching and it needs a revision since, when she wrote it, it only included five U.S. presidents and fourteen Revolutionary War Patriots. 

 Her lineage also includes European Nobility like the Vernon‘s that owned Haddon Hall (Mr. Darcy’s Manor in Pride & Prejudice) and whose origins include the Norman Invasion of William the Conqueror.  Winston Churchill is also in the mix as is Joseph Smith and Joseph Earl of the Mormon Religion. 

 So far, the American Presidents include John Adams, the 2nd President; John Q. Adams (the smartest president ever), the 6th President; Millard Fillmore, the 13th President; Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President; Wm. Howard Taft, the 27th President; Calvin Coolidge, the 30th President; Franklin Roosevelt, the 32nd President; Richard Nixon, the 37th President; Gerald Ford, the 38th President; George Bush, the  41st President and, last but not least, George W. Bush the 43rd President.  Teddy Roosevelt and Gerald Ford are not blood relatives but related by marriage.  How’s that for some ‘name-dropping’ material?

 So, Sam and Gabe, you can be President, it’s a family tradition.


There’s been a change in Grandma, we’ve noticed her of late, She’s always reading history or jotting down some date. She’s tracking back the family, we’ll all have pedigrees. Oh, Grandma’s got a hobby, she’s climbing Family Trees.

Poor Grandpa does the cooking now, or so he states, That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and dinner plates. Grandma can’t be bothered, she’s busy as a bee Compiling genealogy – for the Family Tree.

She has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright, No buttons left on Grandad’s shirt, the flower bed’s a sight. She’s given up her club work, the serials on TV, The only thing she does nowadays is climb the Family Tree.

We know more about our forebears than we ever knew before. The books are old and dusty, they make poor Grandma sneeze, A minor irritation when you’re climbing Family Trees.

Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR. A worthwhile avocation, to that we all agree, A monumental project, to climb the Family Tree.

Now some folks came from Scotland and some from Galway Bay, Some were French as pastry, some German, all the way. Some went on west to stake their claim, some stayed near by the sea, Grandma hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.

She wanders through the graveyard in search of date or name, The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same. She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze That blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.

There were pioneers and patriots mixed in our kith and kin Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin. But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee Each time she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.

Their skills were wide and varied, from carpenter to cook And one (Alas!) the record shows was hopelessly a crook. Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge, some tutored for a fee, Long lost in time, now all recorded on the Family Tree.

To some it’s just a hobby, to Grandma it’s much more, She knows the joys and heartaches of those who went before. They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept, and now for you and me They live again in spirit, around the Family Tree.

At last she’s nearly finished and we are each exposed. Life will be the same again, this we all supposed! Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea. We’ll all be fat, just as before that wretched Family Tree.

Sad to relate, the Preacher called and visited for a spell, We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well, The heathen folk, the poor and then – ’twas fate, it had to be, Somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.

We tried to change the subject, we talked of everything But then in Grandma’s voice we heard that old familiar ring. She told him all about the past and soon as plain to see The Preacher, too, was nearly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.

He never knew his Grandpa, his mother’s name was … Clark? He and Grandma talked and talked, outside it grew quite dark. We’d hoped our fears were groundless, but just like some disease, Grandma’s become an addict – she’s hooked on Family Trees!

Our souls were filled with sorrow, our hearts sank with dismay, Our ears could scarce believe the words we heard our Grandma say, “It sure is a lucky thing that you have come to me, I know exactly how it’s done, I’ll climb your Family Tree!”

Author Unknown


Letter from Dolly

Posted July 19, 2016 by limberjack
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Letter from Dolly  May 3, 1999

Dear Jackie,       I loved getting your letter, it enhanced my guilt for not writing to anyone for several mo’s.  I used to love writing to people & now it’s something I have to work on to do.  I am sorry about it but it’s like that.  In the same mail I had a letter from Joyce.

       Everything is fine here except I don’t see too much of Brenda.  She worked for a nursing home for about 2 mo’s but gave it up as she got an infection.  The doctor thought it was scabbies but it wasn’t; even with biopsies they never found out what it was.  She went back to driving a truck but that is far from steady work.  She worked it for 6 consecutive days & made $949.50 less tax, so if she could get that steady it would be great. 

       I was happy to hear about Ginnie.  I miss all of you so very much.  If Brenda could get steady work she would be on the internet, so it’s the waiting game.

       I wanted to send some photo’s but even though they are new color “thing’s” in the printer, they aren’t Macintosh like Brenda’s so they don’t work right.  When she gets the right one we will be sending you some pictures.

       Jackie, Traci & Rene sent me such a lovely Christmas letter and I haven’t even answered them.  I truly loved hearing about all they are doing and the new baby.  Oh, to be young and mobile again.  And then there’s Susy and Dutch, they are busy too, it really makes you proud.  You asked about Sammy, he never came over but he works as a roofer.  Sara lives in New Jersey.

       March the 1st day of fall.  It has really cooled down from mid-30’s to 40’s to 14-29.  The meteorologist says  March through May will be cooler than usual.  Looks like we’re in for the same winter the rest of the world is coming out of.     

       Well little brother as nothing much happens here I’ll close for now.                                   Lots of Love, Dort                                             I came across this letter from Dolly today and, though she wrote it about eight years before she died and I’ve  already done a posting about Dolly in Chronospots,  for some reason I never included it.  It’s a poignant letter and I want to share it.


Hillarys e-mails

Posted June 16, 2016 by limberjack
Categories: Uncategorized

Shocking revelations about Hillary’s e-mails exposed by Wikileaks data dump.

After combing through over 60,000 emails attributed to the former Secretary of State it was learned that she tried to delete over 40,000 of them that were embarrassing or distasteful. More than half of that number had to do with penis enhancement or offers from Russian women for services or other nefarious purposes.  Also, there were several e-mails from Nigerian princes with references to MILLIONS of dollars in overseas bank accounts.

Julian Assange, when asked how he obtained the incriminating information when the Republican investigations have had so much trouble finding anything in the 55,000 emails that they and the FBI have reviewed, replied that he couldn’t be held responsible for the incompetence of those entities.

The FBI, when asked about the status of their investigation which has thousands of agents and millions of dollars devoted to it, responded that they were months away from any answers. “It will be at least November before we have any comments to the exceptionally grave and incriminating charges”, said SAIC I. P. Freely.

Meanwhile, Presumptive Republican Presidential nominee Donald Trump, says he will hire former Baylor Chancellor, Ken Starr, to oversee an extensive investigation into this “very, very, very serious matter”. He promised to “Spill the Beans” which will guarantee that Hillary Clinton will “end up in Prison”!!!

And Bernie Sanders, in a reversal of his previous stance on the issue, says “The American people haven’t heard enough about her damn e-mails”! He admits that his path to the nomination for president is steep.

Hillary-Emails emails

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