Photos from 28 years ago near Oconto, NE

Digitizing the hundreds of photos we have.  Here are some from my oldest brother Roger's farm sale in Custer County Nebraska in 1990 before he and Carolyn moved to Lincoln.

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GROANER’S CORNER:(( An old Native American wanted a loan for $500. He approached his local banker. The banker pulled out the loan application, asking, "What are you going to do with the money?"  "Take jewelry to city and sell it," said the old man.  "What have you got for collateral?" queried the banker, going strictly by the book.  "Don't know of collateral."  "Well that's something of value that would cover the cost of the loan. Have you got any vehicles?"  "Yes, I have a 1949 Chevy pickup."  The banker shook his head, "How about livestock?"  "Yes, I have a horse."  "How old is it?"  "I don't know; it has no teeth."  Finally the banker decided to make the $500 loan.  Several weeks later the old man was back in the bank. He pulled out a roll of bills, "Here's the money to pay loan," he said, handing the entire amount including interest.  "What are you going to do with the rest of that money?"
"Put it in my pocket."  "Why don't you deposit it in my bank?" he asked.  "I don't know of deposit."  "Well, you put the money in our bank and we take care of it for you. When you want to use it you can withdraw it."  The old Indian leaned across the desk, looking suspiciously at the banker, and asked, "What you got for collateral?"
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10 Things You Never Hear in Church

1. Hey! It's my turn to sit in the front pew!

2. I was so enthralled, I never noticed your sermon went 25 minutes over time.

3. Personally I find witnessing much more enjoyable than golf.

4. I've decided to give our church the $500 a month I used to send to TV evangelists.

5. I volunteer to be the permanent teacher for the Junior High Sunday School class.

6. Forget the denominational minimum salary. Let's pay our pastor so he can live like we do.

7. I love it when we sing hymns I've never heard before!

8. Since we're all here, let's start the service early.

9. Pastor, we'd like to send you to this Bible seminar in the Bahamas.

10. Nothing inspires me and strengthens my commitment like our annual stewardship campaign!
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Later, Lynn

Quiet weekend

 Saturday afternoon we went up to the Clarinda Library and listened to an hour program put on by Dan Trik from Norwalk, Iowa.  Was very entertaining.

After more than a year, I am finally finishing the Bean Bag
Baseball game board.  Needing to take it to State Center,
Iowa in a week or so to be at the Kenwood Summer Rally

 Some Terry Redlin paintings I came across that are interesting.

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Below are books I have downloaded onto the Kindle in recent months.  Reading some

of them, but have many more to go.

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Am reading this paperback now.
True story of  a  10-year old Yeman
girl getting a divorce after an
arranged marriage.

Half-way through this very interesting
book.  Did you know he started out in the
entertainment business by playing an accordion?

Very sad story of young girls sold
from Nepal into Indian into prostitution
Just finished reading this paperback. 

GROANER’S CORNER:(( Now here’s a little something to consider before Christmas rolls around in another 5 months.  Santa is a Woman!!

I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she.  Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off! For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they – with amazing calm – call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree.   Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th-hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman.  Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.
Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted, and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh, amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.  Even if the male Santa did have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost in the snow and clouds, and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.
Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.  Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
- Men can't pack a bag.
- Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
- Men would feel their masculinity is threatened, having to be seen with all those elves.
- Men don't answer their mail.
- Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described, even in jest, as anything 
remotely resembling a “bowlful of jelly.”

- Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.  I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men. Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy. Cupid flies around carrying weapons. Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers. Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance.
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Later, Lynn

We missed the bad weather.

81º here in Clarinda, IA at 12:30 pm Friday with bright sunshine.  We didn't get any of the tornado weather yesterday that was in other parts of Iowa.
We drove, yesterday, down to Hiawatha, KS and had a delicious lunch with Harold & LaRhoda Neher and then played several games of Pegs & Jokers in the afternoon.  Nearly everything we had for lunch was home grown or by neighbors-relatives; tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, sweet corn, zucchini along with some short-ribs.

We picked some summer apples off of Neher's tree

They have been real dry in northeast Kansas, but garden
didn't look too bad.

Did some grocery shopping in St. Joe, MO on the way home and stopped in Maryville, MO for supper.  Always good fried chicken and salad bar we like at the Pizza Ranch there.

Phyllis' tomatoes are still producing.

Flowers behind our garage

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I just found this picture posted on Facebook that was
posted some time ago of our daughter-in-law Patty
when she was a baby on her mom's lap

Stories on TV and internet about the Duck boat on Table Rock Lake at Branson that went down and many drown yesterday.  We saw those boats and wanted to go on one of them this spring when we spent a week there.  Of course, the bad wind storm was the problem, but imagine things will change about that ride now.

Have not heard from friends in Marshalltown, IA if they were involved in the tornado there yesterday.

If you google lycamiles Youtube you can come up with some of the videos I uploaded of the entertainment in Stratsford, IA last weekend at the Bluegrass Festival.

Our Granddaughters -- many years ago.

Have been scanning more old photos.  Here are some of them.

I am assuming this is bunch of cousins, friends, etc. of
Phyllis' sometime in the 1940's.  Is front of her home.

Phyllis was in the Clarinda City summer band years ago.

Not too many attended my 25th High School Class Reunion.
Of course, we only had 28 or so in the graduating class.

Many years ago when the four of us were square dancing.

GROANER'S CORNER:((  Two Hindu swamis were in conversation. One said to the other, "How did you like my latest book, 'The Art of Levitation'? "His companion replied, "It kept me up all night."
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“Everybody is the goal of a small-town mortician.”

Later, Lynn