Confirmation! 2017

Miss Lexi & Miss Anna Marie---Wow! What a Great celebration welcoming you into the Faith! Just---simply...Tremendous! The bishop performed an act in Praise! Honor! Glory! To God! His litany of the sacred virtues caused me to say "Amen!" as I thought of you and our family; you all exude those values everyday in every instance of life. You all are exceedingly blessed; I am so very proud of each of you; Thanks for allowing me to hang out with such celebrity of the religious persuasion. And, Nanny got to be sponsor---twice! Wow! That touches my heart in a very special way. (You all might have noticed that a wretched-soul married to an angel only serves to highlight my faults!---and...I do not require any help on that account!) The bishop confirmed my 40 year lament that the church is suffering a dying membership though he failed to lay blame where it belongs (I guess some things take time---and...humility) but cause, in the end, is irrelevant; God lives within a robust religion foundationed in the human heart, mind, soul and spirit---that is Christian people like you all in our family and myriad others all over this old world. You all, and the rest of Christian practitioners are the new members of Cherubim & Seraphim, already Saints-on-earth evidenced each instant by your Faith! Family! Freedom! exemplar practiced-credo.  Happy to see Z. Tyler and Miss Jen in attendance along with Miss Lauren (You are so pretty!) We are so very proud to love each of you all! We love you more than you could ever know! Mommas Lady Beth and Lady Becky, along with Mr. Graig and Mr. Alex have done a spectacular job. What a pleasure for your Nanny and I to have all of you at the sacred event-celebration! Congratulations! And---Thank you! With Love! Respect! Devotion! Pride! Gratitude! As always, Nanny & Bapa

Confirmation & Thoughts!

 

Confirmation


Our reverent girls, Miss Alexandria Elizabeth
and Miss Anna Marie were confirmed last night,
Tuesday evening, in the Catholic Church, of the
Immaculate Conception in Columbia, Illinois.

Congratulations!

The bishop performed a sacred ceremony;
a great deal about the church was revealed;
I was proud to participate. Amen!

God bless!


Plus:

I wonder---

 

 

A life insurance salesman once allowed:

 

Youth!---Why is it wasted on the,,,young?

I bought a policy, but wondered about his query.
I accurately concluded (about the riddle) that
youth is not wasted on the young---if...one refuses
to grow old! Chronologically, no one beats "times-lament",
 but attitudinally, such conclusion is another story!

You get to choose! I treasure---Youth!

I was wrong about the policy---what an idiot...
placing a bet that I die so "I" can be rich!?
And, willingly paying heavily for the privilege?

Enjoy this instant---and each subsequent...one day,
someone will "cash-in" on your sophisticated choices!

Amen!



Thoughts!

Thankful!

 

“Thank You! Lord!” For all the myriad blessings I have tasted-sweet. Amen!

Undeserving, simple-humble “wretched”-I may be, He shows he loves me, anyway.

And, now, our Young-man, Z. Tyler-“Class act” has become---engaged! Wow!

Life offers new-day dawn for “celebration”-time; today stands summit-high proud!

“Atta-boy!” Me special-blessed young man; you do “Good” always, today---Best!

We are so very excited for you and beautiful Nurse Jennifer; each of you deserve it!

I wish you: Love! Best-friend comfort! Longevity! Happiness!---and…Children!

May the sun shine on you always, keep warn your love, find you when comfort wants.

“Thank you! Z. Tyler!” For all the long-miles-of-smiles; I would not have missed it.

You do us---Proud! My seven jewels Honor! simple-humble me by their manner-of-life!

 

Amen!

Thoughts

 

And---in some end...a new beginning!

Day 177 CJSM

Day 177

 

 

Taking Z. Tyler on the Big Red Boat to the Bahamas

 

 

We were blessed when Z. Tyler was a tot; he lived with us while Mom Beth finished law school. He traveled all across the country with us; we even took him on a cruise.

The Big Red Boat cruised us to the Bahamas. Z. Tyler, age 4, handled himself like “James Bond” cool; suave, sophisticated, confident. Made himself right at home.

When the waiter on the ship, Fortes, took our dinner orders, little Z. Tyler pointed to the menu and asked, “Fortes! What’s this?” (He couldn’t read, but, didn’t let that stop him.) He chose some items and rejected what didn’t suit his fancy. Wow! What a fine young man!

Pointing to the menu, Z. said, “Fortes, what is this?”

“Strawberry soup.” Politely replied our waiter, smiling at the young man and his manners. “Served chilled,” he added, to which Z. made a displeasing face.

He passed on cold soup; me, too. Z. Tyler: Class---from the very beginning…and, always!

We snorkeled, sighted the sites, went shopping in the open bazaar. The native gals just loved Z. Tyler; they had to rub his white-blond thick hair and “Ooh!” and “Ahh!” over him. The boy didn’t seem to mind---not…one little bit. How come they didn’t give me some of that attention?

We once traveled from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific in thirty days with our travel-buddy.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Ship Ahoy! Mate-y!” Memories!

Thoughts & Day 176 CJSM

 

Colorado-Mornin’ High!

 

 

I reckon that “You can take the boy out of the farm---but…?

 

Seven a.m. on a Sunday morning and I’m out the door to our

30’ X 40’ “shed on the property to visit Mr. Timothy, our

(actually the granddaughters) black Mini-Rex rabbit waiting

“patiently” for his morning carrot-breakfast. A fine “Hello!” to

Timmy and Lady Candy’s turtle doves and---chores…Done!

 

A whole lot easier than all those years on the “real” farm

herding cattle and horses, sheep, chickens, ducks and one

lone turkey name of “Tilley” rescued from the humane society.

 

Exhilarating! And, what a “perfect” morning, better than most.

 

The wee hours of the morning thunderstorms had washed out the

humid atmosphere of yesterday scrubbing away the torture. Now,

Colorado cerulean skies greeted me with a whisper-wind cool as

freshness sliding off the emerald mountain slopes in the Rockies.

 

Breathing deeply, my mind fantasized visions of the mountains.

 

Life is “sure enough” what you make it!

 

Ah! Colorado Rocky Mountain Mornin’ High!

Amen!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Day 176

 

 

Tom-Tom! Thumping from Wyoming through

South Dakota into Nebraska down through

Missouri---all…the “long” way home!

 

 

One year we vacationed IN Colorado, actually, many times; we came home the northern route.

Coming through the South Dakota badlands and Mt. Rushmore which Becky called Rushmore Mountain. I made the mistake of buying her an Indian drum at a tourist trap shop.

She played it and played it and more and more; I wished she would wear it out! She didn’t!

By the time we got home, I knew so many “wild” Indian songs, at least, the melody!

If memory serves, Beth prayed for lightning to hit that drum, too!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Tom-Tom” Memories!

 



Fantastic Retirement Party

 

A Heartfelt "Thank you!"

(May 25, 2917)

 

 

The"Girls at the library" really out did

themselves, today! What a beautiful

retirement party for Lady Candice!

 

Thank you! From both of us! Fantastic!

 

Great decorations! Perfect weather!
Awesome food and cake! Delicious! 

The "best" company! Music from Mike

Brennan and our lovely granddaughters,

Miss Lauren & Miss Anna Marie on the
violin and keyboard, respectfully.
Just absolutely Wonderful!

So many patrons came by to say "Hello!'
and the delight for Miss Candy, the adults
brought their children with them; that
topped off the festivities!

Just the most Pleasant experience! "Thank you!"

So good for me to see the Love you all
have for Lady Candice! Delightful!

Such a selfless effort by Miss Annette, Miss Anna,
Miss Pamela, Miss Linda, Miss Gail, Miss Crystal,
Miss Stephanie, Miss Angela and Miss Rachel; your
love and kindness are deeply appreciated.

Thank you all so very much for today's
extravaganza and the many years of friendship.

Love, Lady Candice Leah & Carl

Happy Birthday! Anna Maie! & Happy Retirement! Candy!

 

Happy Birthday! Anna Marie!

(May 25, 2017---14 years! Wow!)

 

My dearest Anna Marie (me Love!):

 

Happy Birthday! Darling Annie! 14-years! Wow!

 

You go! Girl! You Rock!

 

How I do cherish your lovely presence;

that quick-wit and tantalizing girlish-giggle;

your exuberant-talent for life and Love!

 Zorro-steed wild-Unicorn flying o’er emerald-meadow;

Thee astride in “wild”-control urging him---faster;

And, in me soft fantasy-dreams of thee, me girl,

a yellow-dress bright as high noon sun flowing-free

as Zorro-boy tastes Freedom-sweet gaining high ground;

upon the mountain slope teasing “Cool” tree line flirting

with that 10,500 foot elevation where the air be thin and

heaven-blue embracing cerulean-wonder---waiting…for

thee to visit transported by the “spirit”-wild black towards

thy “secret” cache where yonder is secreted your talent

music treasure, a guitar, six stringed, stashed for “fun”

when time allows. Thee sitting on the high-lonesome slope

strumming the instrument for “happy”-comfort singing like a lark!

One day, maybe soon, I shall join thee there and hum a lively tune.

Might? That intelligent thee and humble-simple I should contemplate-

Discuss me ole friend Benoit Mandelbrot and his “fractal-geometry”

theory; thee bring paper and pen and---I’ll provide the…star! Hmm!

 

One day!? Perhaps!? I’ll learn to “read and write”? I pray!

And, if I should, by some such luck, then surely I’ll pen a tome!

But, me Annie-Rie will devour the worded-pages like a computer.

I do believe that Annie, thee, might read as much as---Nanny!

 

So? Let thy “universe-wide” intelligent mind grasp these

words-of-import from me to thee, a solemn: I love you!

 

In that now where I choose live, this instant (snap) now gone

to usher in another, perpetual, then (snap) and---on, and…on!

 

For---I have loved thee even before thy blessed birth;

 and more each day on through each ’morrow dawn!

 

Happy Birthday! Darling-Anna Marie!

Love, Nanny & Simple-humble “me”

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Happy Retirement Celebration!

Lovely Lady Candice Leah!

(a less-lamented Loving-limerick)

 

Congratulations! Lovely Lady Candice’s last “shelving-books” day

Gals and guys drop by dispensing “Best wishes!” lovingly to say

Annette! Linda! Anna! Pamela! Gail! Angela! Crystal! Miss Rachel!

A few among Candy-girl’s myriad fans

With these lovely-ladies we leave the library in most capable hands

Mornin’-adventures await! Gottta Go! My soul-mate wants to play!

 

You Go! Girl! Ready! Ready! Ready! To Rock ’n Roll!

 

Congratulations! You deserve it! At long last! Yahoo!

(May 25, 2017)

 

Love forever and a day!

Simple-Humble me

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Celebrating the Retirement of:

 

 

Lovely Lady Candice Leah

 

 

Gift Certificate

(May 25, 2017)

 

 

 

May be redeemed for:

 

One (1) tea-service of her-Lady’s choice

 

 

 

Wishing you: Happy Retirement!

 

 

All my Love!---as always and…forever!

 

Carl Edward

 

 



Thoughts & Day 175 CJSM

 

Colorado-Mornin’ High!

 

 

I reckon that “You can take the boy out of the farm---but…?

 

Seven a.m. on a Sunday morning and I’m out the door to our

30’ X 40’ “shed on the property to visit Mr. Timothy, our

(actually the granddaughters) black Mini-Rex rabbit waiting

“patiently” for his morning carrot-breakfast. A fine “Hello!” to

Timmy and Lady Candy’s turtle doves and---chores…Done!

 

A whole lot easier than all those years on the “real” farm

Herding cattle and horses, sheep, chickens, ducks and one

Lone turkey name of “Tilley” rescued from the humane society.

 

Exhilarating! And, what a “perfect” morning, better than most.

 

The wee hours of the morning thunderstorms had washed out the

humid atmosphere of yesterday scrubbing away the torture. Now,

Colorado cerulean skies greeted me with a whisper-wind cool as

freshness sliding off the emerald mountain slopes in the Rockies.

 

Breathing deeply, my mind fantasized visions of the mountains.

 

Life is “sure enough” what you make it!

 

Ah! Colorado Rocky Mountain Mornin’ High!

Amen!

 

 Plus:

 

 

 

 

 

Day 175

 

 

Lady on the porch at the front door looking

In the window & waiting at the garage door

on the day she died.

 

 

Ole Lady was our first horse; Boy! Was she ever a good one! Great!

She taught us all to ride---once we caught her. She did not like to be caught.

She moved with us on several occasions; our last stop with her was the Maeystown farm; we had grown to a herd of seven critters, by then. She sure enough held her own with the “youngsters”; and, she got to pretty much “retire” from being ridden with all that horseflesh available. We had us some time; like when Becky was three and we went on a trail ride at Easter down to the spring below our property. (I wrote about that adventure in this volume a bit ago).

As near as we can figure, based on our “limited” knowledge and the expertise of the local vet, Ole Lady was about 32 years old the year of her passing; that’ a dozen years above the average!

She had a good life and provided us with many hours of enjoyment.

I would cut her out of the herd in the pasture and allow her to free-graze in the front yard which was about 3 acres of grass. The little (14.2 hands---about58-inches at the withers) was a pure white Welsh-pony with thick mane and tail. Lady obeyed pretty good and at the end of the day I would return her to the herd in the pasture; she’s just follow along and go in nicely.

But, beginning about three days before she died, Lady insisted on trying to get into our house.

She would stand on the front porch looking in the window, or, if the garage door was open, she would go in and stand by the house door or lay down on the concrete floor and sleep.

One morning I got up and looked out the bedroom window to the pasture and Lady was laying in the pasture by the creek, gone to “horse”-heaven. She was a good ole girl. I miss her.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Little Lady” Memories!

 

 

 

 



Announcement & Thoughts & Day 174 CJSM

 

Congratulations!

 

 

Grandson Z. Tyler proposed marriage to his

sweetheart, the beautiful Nurse Jennifer Jung.

yesterday---and, she said...Yes!

 

Atta-boy! Handsome Z. Tyler!

Welcome! Miss Jen!

 

Yahoo!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

I contemplate---

 

If…the expanse of the universe be truly infinite,

Then…does it begin again where ’ere it ends?

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 174

 

 

Teaching Z. Tyler to slide in

the sand on the Oregon coast

 

 

I “humbly” claim to have taught that boy everything he knows, but, I do not remember this.

I reckon Beth or Becky or even, Nanny taught him that trick.

He is a “natural” athlete with tremendous ability and talent; nothing that boy can’t do.

And, our darling girls follow closely in his footsteps---Talent!...Galore!

Truth is: To this day (Z. will soon be 30!) I still tell him I want to be just like him, if I ever grow up. God forbid! (Uh! That is: the “growing up” part!)

We sure enough thoroughly enjoyed our northwest sojourn; went to the ocean every chance we got. Only a 50 minute drive to sand and surf; snow on the mountains year-’round eastward.

The Willamette Valley holds an attraction not unlike my precious Rockies and the Pacific.

Lady Candice is 5 days from “official” retirement from the library and she allows that people come up and ask what she will do thereafter? Travel?

She just politely smiles and says we did plenty of that when the kids were young---with…us!

 

Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Enjoyment!” Memories!