Friday, December 29, 2017

Some old photos

 51º with heavy overcast and light mist here in La Feria, TX at 12:30 pm Friday.  Been cold and rainy for several days.

Copying some old photos and am showing a few here.
 Top photo was taken in Callaway, NE at my Mom's sister Emma's place probably in 1946.  The littlest is brother Darrell and he was born December 12, 1945.  Next is Lynn, born June 6, 1943, Don born May 30, 1939, and oldest brother Roger born March 12, 1937.  Mom and Dad behind us.

This was taken in June of 1964, myself and Phyllis.



Taken in 1910.  My Dad is to the left
of his mother, with brothers & sisters.

Our family in about 1951  in Lincoln, NE.  Smallest, sister
Louise, was born January 25, 1950

Christmas time 1950, professional photographer

Farm I grew up on.  Dad moved the family to this spot in spring of 1947.
It had no buildings at all.  The barn and house were moved 7 miles from a
spot in the ranch.  All others were built up over time.  This is about half way
between Callaway and Oconto, Nebraska

I guess I was proud of this calf!

Picture taken in 1930.  My dad is on the tractor on the left.

Photo of myself in 1987.  At this time I and Phyllis were
running the Grain Elevator/feed store in Coin, IA and had,
3 years before, started working a sign shop at our house.























Been working on the music for the Magic Valley Men of A-Chord chorus quite a bit.  First concert will be in the later part of January and since we use no music at the performances, am trying to get the 16 songs we will sing memorized.

Phyllis has been kept very busy with all the activities in the Park, lining up people to speak to the group at Meet & Greet, trips for us to go out of the park, daily activities for all the card games, etc.  

GROANER’S CORNER:((  A ten-year-old Jewish boy was failing math. His parents tried everything from tutors to hypnosis; but to no avail. Finally, at the insistence of a family friend, they decided to enroll their son in a private Catholic school.  After the first day, the boy's parents were surprised when he walked in after school with a stern, focused and very determined expression on his face.  He went straight past them, right to his room and quietly closed the door. For nearly two hours he toiled away in his room with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, went straight back to his room, closed the door and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime.  This pattern of behavior continued until it was time for the first quarter's report card. The boy walked in with it unopened, laid it on the dinner table and went straight to his room.  Cautiously, his mother opened it and, to her amazement, she saw a large red 'A' under the subject of Math. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son's room, thrilled at his remarkable progress.  Was it the nuns that did it? the father asked. The boy shook his head and said "No."  Was it the one-to-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring? "No."  The textbooks? The teachers? The curriculum?  "No," said the son. "On that first day, when I walked in the front door and saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I KNEW they were serious! 
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 A man and his wife were driving their Recreational Vehicle across the country and were nearing a town spelled Kissimee. They noted the strange spelling and tried to figure how to pronounce it - KISS-a-me; kis-A-me; kis-a-ME. They grew more perplexed as they drove into the town.  Since they were hungry, they pulled into a place to get something to eat. At the counter, the man said to the waitress:
"My wife and I can't seem to be able to figure out how to pronounce this place. Will you tell me where we are and say it very slowly so that I can understand."  The waitress looked at him and said: "Buuurrrgerrr Kiiiinnnng."
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Mr. Anderson: I am very lucky. When I talk with my wife, she always bows her head.
Mr. Smith: Why?
Mr. Anderson: Because she is taller than me.


More later, Lynn

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