Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Old Miles family photos - Custer County, Nebraska

Brothers - Roger & Lynn Miles - 2020
I have been delving in old photos on my computer.  Here are a bunch, mostly family photos.

Many of these, with the green border on the bottom, are from a photo display my brother Roger made many years ago.




Lot of memories of the ranch and
working with the cattle.




 






Angie & Grandpa Miles









Dad, Kermit Miles







69 degrees here in La Feria, TX at 6:30 pm on Wednesdsay.  Been raining much of the time since the middle of the night last night.  Since we made our last of four trips to Mexico for teeth work on Monday and went to McAllen on Tuesday, we are hunkered down for a bit.  Don't even have church choir practice this evening.  Will gather with our park family at the Rec Hall tomorrow at 1 pm for Thanksgiving dinner.

Here is wishing friends and relatives a happy Thanksgiving.

LCM

Monday, November 24, 2025

Keep writing, Kid

 


“Keep Writing, Kid” — Harry Morgan’s Last Letter to Gary Burghoff

In the final winter of Harry Morgan’s life, when his hands had grown unsteady and his days had become quieter, he asked his wife to bring him a stack of old stationery. The kind he used to keep in his desk on the MAS*H set — simple, cream-colored pages he often used to write notes to the crew.

He told her, “I need to write to Gary.”

For a long time, he just sat there, holding the pen. The man who once commanded the 4077th with warmth and humor now moved slowly, carefully, choosing every word as if he were stitching a wound. Gary Burghoff wasn’t just a former co-star to him. He was “Radar.” His kid. The gentle soul who gave MAS*H its heart.

The letter took Harry nearly an entire afternoon to finish. When he sealed the envelope, he smiled the way Colonel Potter used to smile after saying something he truly meant.

Days later, Gary opened his mailbox at his quiet home in Connecticut and saw Harry’s handwriting — shaky, but unmistakably his.

Inside was a single page.

“Dear Kid,” it began.

Gary froze. No one had called him that in decades. Only one man ever said it with affection instead of condescension. Only one man made it feel like a badge of honor.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” Harry wrote. “About those days on set. About the mornings you’d come in with a drawing tucked under your arm. About the way you softened every scene just by walking into it.”

Gary had to sit down.

The letter continued:

“You always had a gift, long before the cameras started rolling. Not just acting — that was easy for you. I mean the gift of gentleness. The world is starving for it, Radar. And you always had more of it than anyone I ever met.”

Gary wiped his eyes. He could picture Harry saying it, voice steady, eyes warm.

“And so I’m writing to ask you this,” the letter said. “Don’t stop creating. Don’t stop writing. Don’t stop painting. Don’t stop bringing that softness into the world. We needed it in Korea — and we sure as hell need it now.”

Near the bottom of the page, Harry had added a line that Gary would later frame above his desk:

“Keep writing, kid. Your heart is still your best talent.”

Weeks later, Harry Morgan passed away. When the news reached Gary, he went into his studio, closed the door, and read the letter again — slowly this time, letting every word land.

Friends say he cried harder that day than he had in years.

He folded the letter carefully, placed it in a wooden box next to his old MAS*H dog tags, and said quietly to the empty room:

“Goodbye, Colonel.”

Harry Morgan didn’t leave behind just a legacy of kindness onscreen. He left behind one last piece of wisdom — a reminder to keep creating, to keep caring, to keep offering the world a little more gentleness.

And Gary has kept that promise.
All because one man took the time, at the end of his own life, to say:

“Keep writing, kid.”
#fblifestyle



Friday, November 21, 2025

Hot, hot, hot in the Valley

 81 degrees and humid in La Feria, TX at 7:00 pm Friday.  Has been 15 to 20 degrees warmer than normal with high humidity for the last several weeks, according to TV Weather Reporters.

Got our under-counter water
filters renewed.




Thursday evening we went to McAllen for our first, of the season, concert, one of 5 concerts between now and mid-March.  Click here to see schedule   This one was 5 guys playing Trombone, Trombone, French Horn, Trumpet and Trumpet.  

Their story


Rest of their story
They had a variety of music, comedy, phylical antics, and made an enjoyable different evening.
One of their many mini-skits.


We ate at 492 BBQ in Mission before going to the concert.  Our barbershop group is eating there at noon on December 1st to help our chorus Director celebrate his 89th birthday.  With it being a rather large group, maybe as many as 30, I am helping with arranging to get orders from our chorus members and having them to the restaurant before hand so any fresh-made barbecue can be made up ahead of time.

Wednesday evening we went to church
 choir practice in Harlingen. 

 




Couple
photos
of our
grandson-
inlaw and
great
grandson
a couple
years 
apart.



At Darrell's in Miami - 2010



Below - some
old photos 
that came up
on memories
lately.
At the Rec Hall - Christmas
Dinner 2015



Grandpa Kermit
Miles with
Cameron - late
1960's

Probably 1968 or 69



Later, LCM

"GROWING UP IN THE 50's

 This is obviously not mine,  but interesting.....Lynn 

Growing up in the fifties, things were so different. They really were! 

Women would breastfeed their baby anywhere and no one thought anything about it.  They might or might not cover their breast. 

Not many people had bathrooms and if they did they had a bathtub and no shower. 

Many of us girls aspired to be a home-maker as a career. Home economics was a popular class. 

We were given more responsibility, especially watching younger children. 

We would play outside in the woods or river all day long. Boys started hunting at an early age. We had few store bought toys. We mostly got a sock with candy, fruit and nuts for Christmas. 

Most churches gave brown paper bags with candy, oranges, apples and nuts to all the children who attended Christmas services. Almost all churches had a Christmas play. Most grade schools had Christmas plays. Grade schools and some high schools had a morning devotional. Many high schools had Bible clubs. Grade schools had missionaries who came around once a month and told stories with flannel boards. If we learned 250 Bible verses in school we would get a free week at Bible camp. 

We all sat down at the table for supper. We ate a home made breakfast. The cafeteria at school had home cooked meals that were amazing. We drank milk at school lunch in cafeteria. We walked to the drug store if we did not carry our lunch or eat at the cafeteria. The drug stores sold amazing hamburgers and hotdogs. Hotdogs came with chili. 

Girls wore dresses (with a slip) no woman or girl went without a slip for fear of being ‘sunned’. We drank milk or kool aide for dinner and supper. Dinner was at lunch time and supper was in the evening. 

We spent a lot of time outside. Neighbors were allowed to discipline us if we were bad or rude. 

We used Mrs or Mr and sir and mam. We got switched with a keen switch that we had to go get for the disciplining. 

When a person was dying, they often preferred to die at home and neighbors would gather and sit with them. A dead person would be brought home for one night before the funeral. Funerals were at the church not the funeral chapel. Someone would go around the neighborhood and collect money for flowers. Women from church or the community would go into the home and clean the house to prepare for the setting up. Food was brought. 

Most of the time women would be buried in a sort of gown. I think it was called a shourd I forgot how the men were dressed. Funeral flowers had large ribbons on them and after the funeral the ribbons would be gathered and given to the family. Sometimes they would be made into quilts or other keepsakes. Children attended funerals and learned early that death was a part of living. 

Most people attended the church in their neighborhood regardless of the denomination. We were baptized in the river. Most churches had an all day meeting and dinner on the ground. 

Memorial Day was called decoration day and was very important to mountain people.

Many people ate squirrels, rabbits, ground hog and some ate raccoon and opossum and most fished a lot. 

We ate mostly vegetables. Pinto beans, cornbread and fried potatoes was eaten at least a couple of times a week. We seldom ate between meals and if we did it usually would be fat back and a biscuit left over from breakfast. We had biscuits for breakfast almost every day. 

Hamburgers and hot dogs were a treat and so was pop. 

We loved holidays and seldom missed a parade. Paper fans advertising funerals were used in church in the summer. 

We would run outside if we heard a plane so we could see it. Big planes broke the sound barrier and made a loud noise and we loved that. 

Once a small plane crashed and the pilot had parachuted out. He left the parachute which was a bright color between orange and yellow. My brothers and cousin got it and divided the material for mama and my aunt. They made curtains, pillow covers, aprons and there may still be things around made out of it. 

Books were scarce. Some people did not have electricity. Most houses did not have closets but if they did they were small. 

We never lived in a house that was painted. You read your own electric meter. Most people had a garden. Most people canned their food for winter. We cooked everything from scratch. 

Fast food was when mama hurried and built a fire in the cook stove and heated up soup beans and made corn bread while the potatoes were frying! We charged things at the local stores and paid them on payday. We were given a bag of all sorts of penny candy whe it wsd paid. Most people seldom bought ‘light’ bread. Few people ate sandwiches. We didnt buy buns for hamburger or hot dogs. We used regular bread. If we ran out of sugar or some other small thing we would borrow from a neighbor instead of running to the store. We saved food scraps to feed dogs, cats and hogs. Nothing was wasted. Most women sewed. Many quilted. We gathered at grandmas house or another relatives, for Sunday dinner. We often had someone else at our table for a meal. We offered a meal to anyone who stopped by.  

Ok what did I forget??? Have a good evening!!!

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Texas Happenings

81 degrees here in La Feria, tX at 9:50 am Wednesday - predicted high of 90º this afternoon.

I put in an extra panel for our
Bouganvilia plants


This main plant is really growing tall!












Here are a couple photos I captured off video of brother Darrell & nephew Jonathan's choir in Leesburg, Florida last Sunday.






And, here are a couple taken from video of last Sunday's service in Harlingen, Texas where we both sing in the choir.









Last week we spent time in Mexico at the Dentist Office, both of us needing work on replacing teeth.  We return today (in a few minutes) for Phyllis' work and I am to go back next Monday.

One night last week we helped Lisa Urban celebrate her 63rd birthday with a shrimp boil, and lots of silly hats.  She and her husband, Tom, started back to Pennsylvania yesterday to spend holidays with family and will return around Christmas time.  They bought Darlene Winslow's home and expanded it with a big Texas Room.


One night a week ago we attended a concert in McAllen.


Gotta run, leaving for Nuevo Progreso in Mexico.

Later, Lynn

Old Miles family photos - Custer County, Nebraska

Brothers - Roger & Lynn Miles - 2020 I have been delving in old photos on my computer.  Here are a bunch, mostly family photos. Many of ...