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Jenny Taylor (Williams)

I would be more than happy to help organize the Spring Fling at your place.  Look forward to it!

Lynn Prewit

Beau, Pat and I will be at fudds around 4.

Beau Wann, Jr.

     see you at Fudds Lynn, today at 4.  Hey Jenny, I wasnt volunteering you without your consent, but my darling wife said you offered to help organize our next party.  I'm pretty good at organizing, food and drinks, that's about the extent of my skills.  Next time, I promise it will be much better.  I hope I remember to go to fudds today, I keep thinking it's next Saturday.   Hope to see all yall there!

Beau Wann, Jr.

     It's me again Margaret ! ! !   I said we were going to Fudds, but lo and behold they have shut 290 down on the inbound side.  Seems like everytime I go to H town, they have to shut the freeway down in my honor. Onliest (east texas for only) thing is, they dont give us an alternative route.  We will leave here at 3, but if you dont see us it's because we had to turn around and go back home.   Diane just came from her mom and dads in Oak Forest, and she says the inbound side is backed up past beltway 8, which at that point is about 6 lanes and are rerouting folks down to one lane on the feeder. I suspect that by 3 PM it will be backed up to Hockley in which case we will just turn around dont drown.   Heavy sigh! ! ! !

Beau Wann, Jr.

     Howdy myne phyne waltripynes.  Had a great tyme at fudds last night.  11 folks showed up, mainly the "fudds core" of folks, many more and others too.  All agreed growing old is not for sissys, but the alternative is definitly not good atall.  Lessee, Lynell was there, Lynn and Pat, Richard Kennedy, Lynn Rolf, Jim Taylor, Beverly and Jim, Barbara, Scotty and Sharon, oh, and me and the Mrs.   Hmmm, correct me if I'm right, but that's 13, not the aforementioned 11.  Being a rocket surgeon sometimes has it's drawbacks, misplaced my sliderule, so that's why I came up short to begin with, and that's where the "many more and others too" becomes a factor.   

     It was sure good to see lots O friendly familiar faces, or is that familiar friendly faces...well no matter, everyone was friendly and familiar however you structure it.     Everyone was in good spirits, and probably had some other good spirits.     Fudds is much like we left it, plenty of room, good food, good friends,  just what the pediatrician ordered.   Missed Jackie though. She was such a ray of sunshine wasnt she ! ! !

    Gotta run for now, Jenny, newest member of the Wann clan is crying, so gonna try to comfort her.  She had her mommy stuff removed and a microchip placed in a strategic spot wherever that is, so she's kinda sore in spots.

     Keep the sun at your six and "ride boldly ride"

your frien and resident soothsayer and dog comforter, Cephus R Me, esq...

Beverly Hengst (Allen)

Johnny Sheffield has sent Susan Howard Bowman's mother's obituary for me to post.   She had a long, full life and a wonderful spirit.  Let's all keep Susan and her family in our prayers at this time.

Maydell Roberta Howard of Houston, Texas went to be with the Lord on June 9, 2019.  Maydell was born at home in Trinity County, Texas on September 25, 1916.  She was an extraordinary woman who touched the lives of so many and made a tremendous impact on all those who knew her.

Maybell was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-great grandmother and dear friend.  She has a very loving nature and was known for her sweet and gentle spirit.  Maydell was a woman of love, grace, faith and lived her life every day exemplifing Christianity.  A gifted artist and talented teacher, Maydell captured her love for the beauty of nature in many of her spectacluar paintings.  She especially loved the beauty of roses, the splendor of hummingbirds and the majestic Colorado mountains - which she often referred to as "God's Country".  Maydell shared her passion for painting with her art students, many who were her friends and family, and had the blessing of learning from her.  "Going to church" and "always having a purpose" is what Maydell attributed her longevity in life.  Even her final days on earth were spent helping others, including serving as a transition counselor to help her new neighbors feel welcome at Brookdale Assisted Living facility.  Maydell's 102 years of life can truly be celebrated with the wonderful influence she had in the lives of many.

Maydell is preceded in death by her husband, Ronald David (Scotty) Howard; her parents, Lee and Mary Skains; her brothers, Werner and Raymond Skains; and her sisters, Leola Collins and Myriene Hanson.

Maydell is survived by her daughters, Phyllis Neff of Grand unction, CO and Susan Bowman of Georgetown, TX; her son, Bob Howard of San Antonio; grandchildren Gylnn Hanson, Bobby Howard, Ashley Howard, Soplie Martin and Ned Prestridge; nine great grandchildren and five great-great grandchildren.

The funeral service is scheduled for Wednesday, June 12, 12:00 p.m. at Glendale Congregational Methodist Church, 184 Glendale Church Road (off Hwy. 94) Glendale, TX.  In lieu of flowers, and in Maydell's honor, the family is asking to please make a donation to your church or favorite charity.

Bennie Schielack

Our recent flood on June 5^th, 2019 brought back a flood of memories, most of which occurred in June. Chronologically, it all began in 1973. I returned home from work to find a foot of water in my home on June 13. Either the next year, or the year following, I was presented with two feet of water in my home, on June 11. In '76, you should all be able to recall, I really was celebrating . . . . . June 15, 1976 was my birthday. I was downtown signing the papers for my divorce, and I noticed, out the window, that it was really pouring down rain. Dry when I went up the elevator, but storming big time as I signed the paperwork. Before I could get to the South side of Houston that afternoon, the streets were flooded and I could not cross Sims Bayou to get home. I turned around and went to a friends house to stay the night. That day/night was the one and only times in Houston Astros history that a game scheduled for the Astrodome was rained out. Big day, birthday, divorce and rain out. I had tickets for the Pirates vs Astros for the game, but the stadium parking lot and surrounding streets were flooded. Only a few early arrivals made it into the stadium. As I understand it, the teams and the 20 or so attendies enjoyed dinner served on the infield on tables set up for the occasion. Oh, I failed to mention, I ended up with three (3) feet of water in the house that day. 13^Th, 11th and 15^th in June, my house flooded.

Many years later, I was parked in a town house project on the SE side of Houston when the area experienced heavy rainfall and my truck was flooded. Had to have the tranny rebuilt. Don't remember the date of that one, but not a hurricane, only a tropical storm churned up off the coast of Freeport and it moved inland, right over the Houston area. Many homes were flooded on that one.

Just couple of years ago, we were in Fredericksburg, Tx for the hangar dance. Not in June, but almost. It was the Memorial Day weekend, late in May, and the entire area was flooded. Many of the band members were flooded in and could not attend. Many of the “regulars” that participated annually did not make it in. The entire area North and West of San Antonio was flooded, and some South and East, also.

Then, just two years ago, we celebrated Hurricane Harvey, flooding many of our neighbors. Houses two doors West of us flooded. Three doors East of us flooded. Houses just North of us flooded. Hwy 59 both North and South of Wharton was covered and impassable. We were on an island. No power so we stayed out in the country, in a barn house.

Now, here comes June 5^th and another heavy rain fall. Most of the same neighbors that were flooded by Harvey, many of whom were just moving back into their homes, were again, flooded. The water around us was within just an inch or two of reaching the same height as it did with Harvey. Fortunately, the water did not hang around for three or four days like it did before . . . . .

Hope you can understand why I'm not a big fan of odd numbered days in June, of any year . . . . .

Hope you can understand why I'm not a big fan of odd numbered days in June, of any year . . . . .

Teddie Jordan

Bennie, I can sure understand how you would be leery of odd numbered days in June at this point.

I’m thinking that you are on to something of great value, and might want to start a modern day version of the Farmer’s Almanac!

But to be serious having your home flood has got to be very traumatic, and to have it happen again after you’ve finished rebuilding, must be off the scale of stress and sadness. Thoughts and prayers for all who are affected.

Teddie Jordan

 A special shout out to old friend Beau Wann on his 39th birthday today! And to all of the other June birthday honorees and classmates!

Bennie Schielack

A happy birthday shout out to Beau, one of my Gemini brothers . . . . . Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I'm schizophrenic and so am I . . . . . 

James King '65

Bennie, it’s awful the misery you have experienced due to flooding.  Please don’t move to my neighborhood.

Beau Wann, Jr.

     Hey myne Waltripynes, thank youse so much for all the birthday wishes.  Sure makes a body feel special,  you do! ! !   Been trying to get on the net, but having trouble with our wifi "hotspot".  We are totally warless out here in rural America, and sometimes we are totally not receiving our warless signal. And, anytime I got a signal, I was hurting so bad I couldnt concentrate to type anything on the forum, so forgive me. 

      Hey Bennie you and yourself need to move to higher ground methinks.  We flooded in Candlelight back during Allison. Got 35 inches of rain in 8 hours.  I was using the squeegie in the master bath pushing water out the back door to the pool, which was overflowing, and  Diane was using the wet/dry vac in the powder room.  We did that for 8 solid hours. I wanted to cry, and Diane did cry. Not because of the flood, but because we were so tired.  We managed to isolate the flood water to the master bath and bedroom and powder room, so we counted our blessings.

     Saturday was my youngests 49th birthday, Sunday was Dianes and my 35 anniversary, and today was of course, my 74th birthday.  Lots O celebrating, before dark 30, then bedtime.  I have to say that this year I've really felt old. I guess it's the pain. Pain sure does wreak havoc with ones mind as well as ones body!  Diane is trying to find a specialist  in that area. My GP doc, doc fraunkensteen, gave us the name of one a couple of years ago. but I was way much smarter than my doc....that was the other me, not me.

    Condolences to Susan and Family.  Got me to thinking about my own mom who passed away spring a year ago.  She had Alztheimers, so she was not my mom last couple of years of her physical life.  Little Miss, Dixie Belle, and Scout (our newest family member) was sitting on the couch on the front porch, this eening,  listening to the crickets and watching the fireflies in the light of the full moon. My juke box was playing "Suppertime" by gentleman Jim Reeves.  One of the lines is "come on home son, it's suppertime...". 

    I didnt need someone to tell me it was suppertime, I could smell  the chicken fried steak and green beans with bacon cooking along with other wonderful palatial delights, and heard my mom singing through the open kitchen window which of course precedes air conditioning. 

      Soons I heard my mom call, the last of my name was not spoken when I was washing the dirt off my hands and almost drooling at the wonderful smells. Of  course we did not go to the table until Dad had sat down, and then mom.  It seems that we all had no sooner sat down when mom was up shuffling dishes around and taking biscuits or rolls or cornbred out of the oven, and slathering butter on them.

    That was the magic of my DuBarry days.  But even further back than that when we lived on South Oak st in North Little Rock, my memory is a little fuzzy, cause I was only 4 or 5 way yonder back then.  We lived at the top of the hill and my grandparents lived at the bottom of the hill on the corner of South Oak and Plateau st. This was about 49, and the streets were still dirt.

     When aunts and uncles and cousins visited, we all gathered at grandmothers house and suppertime was a collective endeavor. Hard to imagine nowdays, all the talented cooks in the same kitchen.  When it was time to eat, where was I?  Outside playing in the dirt as usual.  Back then, my brain had not chosen "eat" over "playing in the dirt" , so I had to be called to supper.  My sisters were suppose to call me, but back then we did not like each other, so their effort was minimal, hoping I would get a scolding for not being obedient  to the wishes of the adults.

     When I didnt show up at the table with clean hands, one of my aunts would open the squeeky screen door and call,  "HAROLD JUNIOR, SUPPERS ON".  Can you imagine being called such a name?  Even at 4  or 5, it embarrassed me to death because both sisters would be jeering at me and calling me that frightful name in a most ugly manner.

    Well, one evening I was called yet again, and again and again and again....what tha?  Seems one of the neighbors had a parrot that picked up the calling me in to supper routine.  That damn parrot must have loved the sound of "HAROLD JUNIOR" , because it was just about the only thing it said, at least so the whole neighborhood could hear it.      In fact when I was out and about, whoever I saw would say, "HAROLD JUNIOR, SUPPERS READY"  and then snicker and laugh.    To this day, I can still hear that call from whatever that stupid parrots name was.  I'll bet it's still alive and hollaring my name, you know they live 75 years or more!

    Got me to thinking about the Waltons John Boy.  Can you imagine being called that?  Harold boy, Teddy boy, youhoo boy....!   They didnt call John senior "John man" now did they.  "Uh bob, I'd like you to meet John Boy and John Man"....! ! !  Ah, such are the musings of my youte.  

    Completely blew my diet this festive weekend.  Had a fork full of tater salad, well, I made it so I was due a bite.  Also had a bite of mac and cheese, made that for our grandaughter, and the ever present 4 layer chocolate on chocolate cake made by my beloved, and an apple pie.  Had one potato chip, just one, and it was a Lays.  So, I proved them wrong, "Bet you cant eat just one", naner naner naner, proved them wrong didnt I.

    Today, we went out to eat, well, to the local BBQ joint, and bakery.  Diane and I split a chicken fried chicken, an order of onion rings, a slice of homeade toast, each, and the ever faithful and carbless green beans and coleslaw. Oh yes, and gravy.  First gravy and bread I've had in 6 months.  It was heavenly.  Abstaining from things makes you appreciate them all the more doesnt it ! ! !

     Been windy here of late, cept today of course. Had a helluva storm last night, or two storms, one before midnight and the other after. Got just over an inch of rain, thank you very much Lord, we needed it so.  Filled all the rain barrels up again, yea, cause we had emptied them over the course of a couple of days watering my beloveds flawrs. 

    Been having a not so successful attempt at "housebreaking"  the little munchkin, Scout.  She does her bidness outside, and then when we think her system has been depleted of stuff, she comes inside and does it all over again, so outside she goes.  Any thoughts on the subject?   We have a kennel inside for her and keep her in there most of the time she is indoors.  We do take her out frequently hoping she will get the message. 

    All seems to be fine here, no problems other than pain.  got to hurting so bad I had to take a couple of hydrocordones, and I almost never do that.  Of course they made me dopey. Well dopier than my normal dopey self. Isnt that one of the seven dwarfs?  Hmmm, can you name them?  Well let's see. Dopey, docky, droopy, stinky, Hamlet, Olglethorpe, and Algernon...?  No?  Well, I was close I'm sure!

     Guess it's time to deplane boss...keep the sun at your six and "ride boldly ride"...
Your frien and resident resident,  HAROLD JUNIOR R CEPHUS, esq 

Tom Britton '65

Happiest of birthday wishes to you Beau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pat Brantley (Ross)

Bennie, that is the most awful luck I have ever heard of!  We lived in Bunker Hill Village for 32 years and our street flooded every time it rained more than 2”.  It didn’t get over the curb until it hit 6”.  Alicia brought water up to our back door.  After that we put sump pumps in and had the yard graded so that water wouldn’t head toward the house.

Hurricane Rita just hit us with a lot of wind.  After the storm several of our neighbors came by wanting to saw branches that were in the yard.  It was hilarious to me to see all these lawyers wanting to play with their new chainsaws.  I just knew there was going to be blood spilled before the evening was over.  Why do white collar men want to learn how to use power tools when they are 50?  A man in our Sunday school class got a flamethrower for father’s day!  

Beau i hope your birthday was fantastic.  I really got hungry reading about your mother’s cooking.  My grandmother was a fantastic cook.  I don’t think she taught either daughter to cook.  My mother could cook about 4 recipes well.  Other than that she wasn’t very good at cooking.  My sister has about ten things she cooks well.  I think I have about that many.  I love to cook Italian food.  My sister’s son was a fantastic cook.  He lived with us for a year and I loved letting him cook.  I just came home from work and sat down to dinner.  Heaven.

 I am praying for you.  Thank you for being honest and telling us how you feel.  I generally tell people I am fine when I am ready to scream.  Broken ankle is almost healed.  Have a new doctor to try to fix nerve problem in a couple of discs.  Hope he can do something.  He will be third try.  Glad you settled on a name for Scout.  

Teddie Jordan

Cephus, if you think HAROLD Jr. was tough, think about hearing Theodore Fiquet, which doesn’t exactly roll off of the tongue, or enter the ear, or drift through the neighborhood melodically! But to be honest, I was always a chow hound, and just to hear that supper was ready would put me on a salivating dead run, awkward name be damned!😀

Beau Wann, Jr.

    Theodore Fiquet sounds positively regal to me, a name of authority, one in command !  Yup that's my take on the subject.  Of course I heard there was a king Harold or Harold the great, and that certainly aint me.  Howsomever, there was a king Malcolm of Scotland that I'm suppose to be kin to, so I'm thinking Harold sounds a lot better than "Malcolm JUNIOR, suppers on", lets see that parrot get it's beak around "Malcolm".

    In subsequent years, we visited my grandmother several times a year till she passed away sometime in the 60s methinks, and that damn parrot called my name everytime we visited.  Well, no matter, not really a complaint, though it sounded like one, just a small story from my past that is now a tad humorus. 

    Once I discovered there was more to playing in the dirt, like eating great southern food cooked by half dozen genteel southern ladies that could make an old boot taste good, I changed my priorities.  And, seeing as how you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, I learned to "help" in the kitchen, got many of, "cephus, see how this tastes", and "does this have enough salt for you", and "why dont you have that ol broken biscuit, dont want to put that on the table"...I'm tellin ya, life was grand for a boy named Sue, or Harold Junior, or "Hey You knucklehead", once I discovered vittles!

    What I wouldnt give for a plate of steamin hot fried green tomatos.  Diane and I tried to make some recently, but they didnt turn out very good at all. I blame the tomato, but told Diane they were pretty good and reminicent of my moms FGTs.  I dont think she bought that for a moment, but thanked me anyway. What a sweet lady she is!   Has to be to put up with 3 dogs, two cats that hate each other, and  me, and me.  Goodness, that's 5 critters and two knuckleheads! ! ! !  

    Well, today she is leaving on a vacation of sorts to dallas, going to the national meeting of the Delta Kappa Gamma society, a professional teachers organization.  Be back Sunday eenin.  I will be too busy to be lonesome, taking care of the critters.  Well, even at that, I still get lonesome when she's gone no matter how much work I have to do.  I dont watch TV anymore, too much ugliness, and that's just the commercials. The british TV mysteries are horried and dark like they were all written by Charles Dickens or Edgar Allan Poe.

    Even my recorded ones have gotten old and worn out.  I've watched most of them at least a dozen times like , "Tin Star", "12 angry Men", "Jeramiah Johnson", seen that a zillion times, love the scenery and the solitude.  I cant seem to concentrate on reading for some reason. I start a book and after a page or two I get bored and put it down. Started a zillion new books, and only read a page or two.  Tried writing and just come up empty.  I think I have a "blackberry cobbler" and "fried green tomato" deficiency.   Well no matter gonna be  too tired anyway. Already tired thinking about the work. 

    I did get Dianes car ready to travel, wash and waxed it myself, packed it with ice chest full of water, plus snacks and coffee etc, whatever will make the drive more pleasant. She will stay with our grandaughter and her husband tonight, I know she's looking forword to that, I certainly would be.  I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies for Lucy and Austin. I've disciplined myself so much on this diet, I didnt even sample one, now that's will power, or wont power.

     Ok, time to deplane boss, so keep the sun at your six and "ride boldly ride"...

your frien and resident whacko, Cephus Junior R Me esq... 

Scotty Croom

cephus,jr. if teddy /fiquet is royalty , he is a duke, because he is no count...honked aGAIN SUN. , as we flew by......

Teddie Jordan

Scotty, and to think back to that second day of kindergarten when mama, desperate to get me to stay at school and not to cut through the woods and beat her home again, said as we walked over to you, “Now this looks like a nice boy!”

🤪👍

Wayne Lake

From the North

Long time no/no for me, thanks to all that have corresponded and sorry I have not replied, contributed much to the forum or attended recent get-togethers – no excuses except old, tired, dumb, lazy and fat.

Currently up North enjoying pleasant weather with numerous species of birds in the back yard.  Got a note from Lynn Wren verifying my mailing address and got to thinking (a potentially dangerous social situation) that Jackie had two last names that were birds and Lynn has one and they both have been instrumental leaders of our little Waltrip 64 clan. The Gold Finch is one of my favs on the feeder and we had House Wrens nesting out back. It’s a small world when you think about it. Whenever I log in, I think about Jackie, RIP……

Fishin’ was terrible last winter everywhere I went from Galveston to Mansfield. Hope it gets better this next season or I’m gonna ‘have to take up new hobbies. I brought a pad and pencils up North but have not tried sketching yet. I also brought my fly rod and waders but have not yet wet a line.

Headed to Normandy in the fall to pay our respects to the greatest generation on this 75^th anniversary. I have been studying up on WWII and the more I read, the more I wish I would have learned earlier. Will go to the National D-Day/WWII Museum in Nawlins’ over the 4^th of July and stop in London on the way to France in order to purge the cobwebs and visit the Cabinet War Rooms across from 10 Downing St where Winston Churchill prosecuted the war effort. If you have never been through them and you are ever in London, take the time and go – they were closed from 1948 -1984 and when opened to the public, everything was left the same as it was during the war. After France, we are going to spend time in S.W. England/Cornwall and I am looking forward to the trip. Will be back to TX just in time for the 55^th and hope to see you all there.

Thanks to Johnny, Barbara, Beverly, Lynn, Tom, Jimmie Sue and everybody else that keeps us in touch,

wtl                  

Beau Wann, Jr.

     It's me again Margaret! ! !   Hey Scotty, we heard your honk, we honked back.  If TJ is no count, then yall might have to DUKE it out, hey!   Wheel chairs or walkers at 40 paces, after a nap of course.  Hey Wayne, wow, what a whirld traveler you are.  I'd love to see a slide show of all the places you've been.  Fishings not been very good up here on the hill eyether.  I did catch some cod today, from Krogers howsomever. 

     I use to love to fish, or thought I did, even though I rarely went.  First two and only fish I ever caught was a sheepshead and a flounder in Matagorda bay, on just a hook and line. I think I was 10 or roundabouts thereof. Mom kept those in the freezer till I left home 10 years later. 

    Fishing was Kind of like I use to play golf, never good at it, in fact downright stunk at it.  Good thing my boys didnt inhierit my talents, or no talents. Both lads were good at golf and  have fished the whirld and caught schools of fish. Both hunters, me, no, unless it was hunting for something to eat or the remote.

    Seems like a fall eenin here up in the CHALPS.  Nice and cool, almost clear skys, lots O stars and fireflys. All that was missing was the smell of my moms cooking wafting out the kitchen window on DuBarry.  Dont know why the cooking back then was more oderiferous than it is today. Might just be my nose as gone awry. Well no matter, food is food even if it isnt bread, rice, pasta or taters.

      I seem to be stuck at 167 168 pounds, and have been for the last few months.  Dont know what the problem is, I havent cheated and had any of the four "white" food groups.  Or sugar.  My sons tell me I'm not eating enough fat.  74 years of "fat is bad for you" is hard to overcome. I did have some bacon though, just not dipped in a pound of butter like "keto" wants you to do. Well, I'll get there sooner or later I reckon.  I am down to a 30 waist in mah wranglers, that's something ah reckon.

    Got a pinched nerve in my back that started around 1:47 AM Sunday morning.  That bad boy pain grabbed me and said "hit the deck", so I did. Good thing the floor was there to break my fall, eh.  Well, the floor, the cedar chest, couple pair of boots, foot stool and a cat dish were all there helping to get me to the floor. Good thing they were there or I might have hurt myself. "Houston, we have a problem"...  Let me tell you, a pinched nerve in the back registers a 10 squared on the 1 to 10 scale. I've had them before, just not at 74 years old.

    Took me some time to recover and get up as no matter how I moved, it was the wrong way. And wouldnt you know my beloved was in Big D little a double L a s.  By the time she got home at noon, I had inched my way out to the containers and rounded up the walker, inched my way back to the house, finished the laundry I had started Saturday, finished cleaning the kitchen, fed all the animals and walked same.

       Must not have been too bad if I did all that eh!  I'm not an ordinary citizen, I do what needs to be done no matter what.  As soon as she walked through that door, I handed over the reins and all control to her. Took a couple O pain pills and dozed the rest of the day.  I use to be against drugs of any kind, but now ahm all for em.  I will say today it's much better, hell anything is better than "Sunday morning coming down" off a pinched nerve.

     Seems all my pains have multiplied and magnified this year. T9 where I broke my back in 15, has started feeling like I've got a flaming arrow stuck there. Dont the indians know, we're at peace?  Besides, I didnt steal their lands, homes and hunting grounds, in fact, they can have it all back, of course they'll have to mow it some.

    Looks like the guv has signed a bill allowing "hemp" to be grown here in texas, now they have to appoint a committee to appoint a committee on who's going to regulate it and the rules etc. That ought to take about 20 more years.  If they dont allow the good ol boy farmers and ranchers, those with thousands of acres, to rule things, I might apply for a license to grow it on the hill. I read where it's some 400,000 plants per acre. That seems a tad much, but I'm game.  (maybe I read that wrong).

    Anyone out there want a really cute BEAGLE???? She has proved to be too much of a challenge for this ol boy.  Never seen a nose like hers with four feet and a tail. When she's on the trail of something, she cackles like a chicken. Yup, maybe she's a "chicken Beagle" who knows! Well there is such a thing as a chicken hawk, a chicken snake and chicken ranch, and game of chicken and chicken foot, so maybe.......   Gonna contact the Beagle rescue people and see if they will find her a home. She has to stay in the kennel whenever she is in the house, or else she will leave us all kinds of unwanted presents, even though she had just done that outside.  Go figure! ! !  

   My eldest son and his wife found a rescue down at NRG stadium at an animal greet and meet and adopt affair.  It's a Munsterlander, a large munsterlander.  There is a small munsterlander, though alike in appearance and work ethic and temperment, not related. As one would imagine, the Munsterlander was developed in Munster, Germany, duh! ! !  Most Munsterlander breeders will not let one be adopted by a non hunting family as that breed was bred to hunt, despelling "that ol dog dont hunt" theory.  (sure wish I had my cooper back).

    Speaking of which, my sister the artist, painted a portrait of Cooper from a picture I sent her. Let me tell you, she captured his soul in his eyes.  She said she painted the eyes last and cried while doing it. You'ld have to see it, it is magnificent. Maybe I'll take a picture of the painting and post it here.  I still believe that ol boy was an angel and I was the lucky chosen caretaker. 

   Ok, time to deplane boss. Keep the sun at your six and "ride boldly ride"

Your frien and resident Munsterpain, Cephus R Me esq...  

Teddie Jordan

HAROLD JR. (Cephus), Theo here. Please post the portrait of Cooper that your sister painted. Fond memories of him down at Freer on our OFDH on the couch watching TV and enjoying the A/C, and would love to see it!

Also good memories of her and her young son coming to the grocery store and shopping in the evenings during high school. Now that I think about it that young fellow is probably in his late 50’s now. Wow!

Beau Wann, Jr.

Ok TJ, here it is.  I was looking for the picture that she painted it from, found it, lost it again. This is a blow up of part of a picture. We were at Oaks Pres one Sunday with Coop for the blessings of the animals, and also a lot of kiosks were set up, this rescue gbroup and that rescue group among others. Coop was laying under a tree at Dianes feet.  He was craning his neck, looking up at her with such loving eyes.   I think it's on my extra hard drive.  I will look again. 

       Been having a heck of a time trying to get on the net. Says we are connected, but it just sits there no matter how many times we refresh or redo over.  Well anyhoo, here is a portrait of an angel.  I do remember our dove hunt.  Cant remember a finer funner time than the dove hunt in Freer at your place. Thanks for the great memories and camraderie..

I found it....

Beau Wann, Jr.

     It's me again Margaret !   Today was sort of a triumph for me, I trimmed my own toenails. Yup, there was dancing in the streets and parades and fairs and fireworks and all kinds of celebrations.  I didnt think it was that big a deal, however, I havent been able to do that for a few years. Now my belly is gone, voila, I can trim myown nails
      On a much sadder note, my bike riding days seem to have come to an end. I was suppose to ride in the 4th of july parade in Chappell Hill, (voted best small town parade in America. By whom, I dont know.)   Anyway, my legs hips and shoulders hurt so bad I couldnt hold it up. Luckily the kickstand was still employed or it'd be laying on it's side with me under it.  It only weighs 900 pounds!   Heavy sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
       Getting back to our toes...(martha? that ol boy is talkin about his toes again, get the kids away from the computer...)  Yeah yeah yeah, toes toes toes...I have heard from an educational source some years back that since we dont use our toes for anything, except balance, that they will disappear.  Hmmm, I've had mine for 74 years and they look ok to me.  And besides, I use my toes all the time, testing the water, planting them in the sand at the beach, well not that one so much, only been to the beach twice in the last 50 years, but should the occasion arise, I wil plant my toes in the sand.
        You know, that Bobby Darwin fella was wrong about evolution.  Oh, I believe in some things evolving, like dough into bread, and chocolate chips into cookies and stuff like that, but us from apes?   I dont think so.  If that were true, why are there still apes and monkees? huh?  What, they not all get the memo?   "Yo dude, tomorrow we're gonna change into human beings, but tonight we party, eat with our toes and stuff, yeah, rock and roll"
         My beloved was reading this over my shoulder, and says Bobby was not Darwins first name, Charles was his first name.  I say, so what, Bobby, Charlie, Bill, Pete, whatever, he was still wrong! ! !  I know, this is all pretty heavy stuff to be laying on youse youtes on 4th of july, but someone had to do it and today seemed appropriate, cause we can all celebrate our toes together.   So, next 2nd Saturday, Fudds is coming up, so bring your toes, cause I'm bringing mine! 
      Got another name change for the little munchkin beagle..."Georgi Girl" !!!!!     I was listening to my tunes and had the Seekers on and they were singing Georgi Girl, and I being of niether sound mind or body, was singing along with them.  The munchkin came and sat at my feet and sorta barked or squeaked or whatever munchkins do.  I stopped singing and said "good girl Georgi Girl", and she went away.  So I started singing again, "hey there Georgi Girl da da da da da da da...."  not sure of the words, but I do know the title.  So back comes the little munchkin and sits at my feet and talks to me, sort of. 
      Sasaaaay, we have a winner, "Georgi Girl", yeah that's the ticket, Georgi Girl! ! ! !   Diane seems to think the munchkin just wanted me to shut up, that's why she responded. I say "balderdash" ! ! !   That pup likes the name so Georgi Girl it is, so there. Ha, take that Mr Darwin!   Mathew Brady was right! ! ! 
      Ok, time to deplane boss, keep the sun at your six and "ride boldly ride"..
your frien and resident big toe,  Cephus R Me, esq.   

Teddie Jordan

So is Anybody going to be at Fudd’s on Saturday?? 

Beau, you called this second Saturday standing get together, and I know you mentioned and reminded us of it in one of your posts a couple of weeks ago. 

Richard Meek '65

Paige and I are planning to be there. Assuming we don't have to deal with a hurricane.