Here is a warning for all from an ER nurse who says, this is the best description of a woman having a heart attack that she has ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and SHARE..........
L & P Miles
Friday, August 8, 2025
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
Sixth day on the road - West Branch, Michigan
74 degrees here near West Branch, MI at 9:50 pm Thursday. Been a very busy day, seemingly.
Well, last night I couldn't get the computer to upload photos. Finally went to bed and will try this morning - 6:64 am - 63 degrees and air quite still. We have slept here with all windows and roof vents open the last few nights and real comfortable. 72 degrees inside the trailer right now.
Tuesday morning breakfast with Dick & Deanne Messer near Princeton, Minnesota.
Crossing the Mackinac Bridge from the Upper Peninsula on Wednesday
Arriving at Darlene's room in The Brook Independent Living facility on the west side of West Branch on Wednesday.
Darlene has flowers inside and outside her room on the ground floor on west side of building.
Playing Kings Corner at Darlene's
Above just inside patio door.
Left through patio door. The big bunch of flowers at the top is to the right of this picture.
At Bobi's |
A picture of a picture on Bobi's wall. Her and Bob's Wedding in 1991. |
We drove quite a ways on Monday on county roads without many towns. I put 23.8 gallons of gas in the tank at one point..........the tank holds 24 gallon. Have paid as high as $3.50 and as low as $2.79 on this trip.
Just started raining here at 7:15 am, Phyllis is up to the house looking at stuff Laureen wanted her to see. We will go in to Darlene's (about 10 miles from here) for breakfast, some more Pegs and Jokers and then we are going to drive west after having lunch in Darlene's room some 30 miles to near Houghton Lake and visit Bill Martin who used to spend winters in Kenwood. Tomorrow morning, Saturday, we will start the some 350 miles to Columbus, Ohio and park at the Ohio State Fair Campgrounds while spending much of the week visiting daughter Michelle.
Later, LCM
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
Fifth day on our trip
64 degrees here in Gwinn, Michigan at 10:17 pm EDT. Drove nearly 400 miles today from Princeton, Minnesota where we had visited yesterday afternoon, evening and breakfast this morning with Dick & Deanne Messer. Parked the trailer in driveway to his workshop. Pulled out of there about 9:30 this morning. No direct route from there, drove many county roads, seeing a lot of woods, and beautiful scenery.
Got to this RV park about 6:30 pm EDT and set up. I spent a couple hours editing, dating, sorting something over 250 photos taken since we left home last Friday and am pooped -- ready to sleep.
Oh well, here are a few;
With Bobi Raab Sunday
With Bobi Monday morning.
With Dick & Deanne Messer at breakfast this morning.
Sunday, August 3, 2025
Third day on the road
68 degrees here in Maple Grove, MN at 10 pm Sunday.
We drove some 330 miles from Marengo, IA today, stopping in Nevada, IA to visit about an hour to visit with Lola Schoppe and her daughter Dolores and her husband Marvin. Lola is doing okay, slow and wheelchair bound. She has always been in a double room but was able to get a private room recently and is quite happy about that.
We got to this KOA about 3:30 pm, set up the trailer and then drove 25 miles east to Bobi Raab's. Had a good visit with her and ate pizza. She had a neighbor across the hall come over and the 4 of us played 3 games of Pegs and Jokers. After that some ice-cream and cookies and more visiting. Drove the 25 miles back here and will pick her up at 9 am to go out for brunch in the morning.
Wìll leave her before 2 when she has an event lined up, come back here and pick up the trailer and drive about 50 miles north to Dick and Deanne Messer's to visit, go out to eat and will park overnight in driveway of his workshop.
Good weather and we had a tailwind coming up today which helped on the gas mileage.
Dont have any of the photos available here on the phone but hope to have some on here by Tuesday if not before.
LCM
Saturday, August 2, 2025
In Marengo, IA
78 degrees and sunshine here in Marengo, IA at 4:30 Saturday.
Spending time with great grandchildren, granddaughter and her parents.
Thursday, July 31, 2025
Will Rogers
He left home chasing cattle, not crowds.
In early 1902, he and a friend hatched a plan to strike it rich cowboying in South America. That was the dream, anyway. The destination—and what came after—would be something entirely different.
Will sold his stake in the family cattle business and began a journey that would stretch far beyond what he’d imagined. He traveled first to Hot Springs, Arkansas, then down to New Orleans, where he boarded a steamer bound for New York City. From there, he sailed to Southampton, England, then boarded a Royal Mail ship headed south across the Atlantic—stopping in Cape Verde, Rio de Janeiro, and Montevideo—before finally stepping ashore in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Two and a half months at sea.
Nineteen days later, his friend gave up and headed home. But Will stuck it out. He stayed through the winter, picked up work where he could, and eventually booked passage on a livestock ship bound for Durban, South Africa. That September, he wrote to his father from a horse farm. By November, he was hauling mules near Ladysmith, chasing the next opportunity.
Then, on December 5, 1902, Will Rogers wandered into a world of canvas tents and smoke and sawdust.
A Wild West show.
They said the owner was from Texas. The name rang a bell. Will asked around, found the man in charge, and introduced himself. Was he really from Texas? And—more importantly—were there any jobs wrangling horses or working livestock?
The man squinted and asked, “You any good with broncs? Rope tricks?”
Will said he could rope a bit—better with a lasso than with a bucking horse. The man tossed him a rope.
Nearly a decade earlier, a young Will Rogers had visited Chicago with his father during the World’s Columbian Exposition. While the grand white buildings and modern marvels of the fair caught most people’s eyes, Will’s attention locked on a show outside the gates—Buffalo Bill’s Wild West.
In that arena, he saw the world’s greatest trick roper—Vicente Oropeza, a charro from Mexico—spin a rope like it was alive. Will was mesmerized. He bought the program, read it until it fell apart, then returned home to Indian Territory and practiced for hours, day after day, chasing the magic he’d seen.
Now, in a dusty showground halfway across the world, he stepped into the ring.
He started with a wide crinoline whirl—the rope circling overhead, loops widening with each pass. Before he could finish the sequence, the showman cut him off.
“You’re hired.”
That man was Texas Jack Jr.
When Rogers heard the name, something clicked. He remembered it—from the worn program he’d read over and over. Texas Jack. The man who’d written the piece on cowboys and buffalo hunts. The friend of Buffalo Bill.
Will asked if he was that Texas Jack.
Jack Jr. grinned and shook his head. No, he wasn’t that Jack—but he told the story. About how the original Texas Jack Omohundro had rescued him as a child from a Comanche camp. How he’d taken the name in honor of the man who gave him a life. He hadn’t been born into cowboying, he said. He’d chosen it. Chosen to carry on the legacy—and now, he was offering Will the same chance.
Only later did Rogers realize what he’d missed.
In a letter home, he wrote with a mix of frustration and amusement:
“I will tell you how I missed making $250…
The owner does a trick with a rope (the big whirl where he lets out all his rope around him) and he has been offering 50 pounds, that is $250, for anyone that could do it. And he has been offering it for five years—outside America.
Well, I didn’t know anything of this 50 pounds. I just walked into the show that morning, done the trick, and he gave me a job. But now, since I belong to the show, I can’t get it.
Oh, but I was mad.”
Still, he stayed.
Will Rogers had left Oklahoma to earn a living as a cowboy.
Instead, he found something else entirely.
In another letter, he confided what he was beginning to realize:
“I am going to learn things while I am with him that will enable me to make my living in the world without making it by day labor.”
And he did.
Texas Jack Jr. taught him how to hold a crowd. How to build suspense, how to deliver a moment. How to turn raw roping into refined performance. How to own the stage with charm and confidence.
He gave Will a job—and a new name:
The Cherokee Kid.
He hadn’t planned to chase the spotlight. But that dusty showground in South Africa set him on the path.
Will Rogers—the rope-spinning, wisecracking, unshakably genuine voice of America—was born that day.
The cowboy who joined the show became a star. Then a household name. Then something rarer still. By the 1930s, he was Hollywood’s highest-paid actor, America’s most popular radio host, and its most widely read newspaper columnist—all at once.
He made people laugh. He made them think. And, more than almost anyone, he made them trust him. Will Rogers became one of the most beloved, most human voices this country has ever known.
And it all began with a rope, a trick, and a job offer to a Cherokee boy far from home—on a windswept showground in Ladysmith, South Africa.
#WillRogersLegacy #CherokeeKid
Monday, July 28, 2025
Warm in Iowa
Depending on which weather app you look at, it is 96º with a "feel like" if 128º, or it is 93º with "feel like" of 119º. It is a bit sticky and warm out in the direct sunlight.
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At Church |
At Church |
Looking at Great Grandma's phone |
Picture taken from west side of our house |
Our neighbors to the west, Carol & Bob Brown invited the girls to use their above-ground swimming pool this week.
Neighbor Carol |
After washing her hair |
Playing the piano |
When Jessica came last Saturday |
Spending time at the dog show at the county fair |
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David, on the way back to Marengo |
Lunch with the Long's last Saturday |
Lunch with the Long's last Saturday |
I have been working an hour or so each day cutting the brush/Trees at the farm
Will make another post soon -- LCM
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