Saturday, September 2, 2017

"Thanks! Mom! & Day 261 CJSM-book III

 
Thanks! Mom!
 
For: Too much to ever name;
Your beauty---isnide and out;
Your charitable-generosity to all;
Lunch and dinner and so much more;
Needed “patience” with the likes of---me!
Lady Candice allows: You never had an un-kind word for any!
All the washes, line-dries and ironing;
An immaculate house so neat & tidy;
Class to spare through kindness & compassion;
Acceptance of our “friends” without question;
Teaching me important: Faith! Family! Freedom!
Instilling worthy “intent”: Live! Love! Laugh!
Exemplifying the value of: Good! Better! Best!
Un-conditional Love! for all---and…always!
Never being too tired or busy or uninterested;
Seeing that we had the very best of everything.
 
And,
 
Just too much more for “Simple”-I to recall.
 
But,
 
Be well-assured that simple-I hold sincere-dear:
 
I love you! Thank you! You’re the best---always…and, forever!
 
Whatever I may hold close, Mom & Dad helped-fashion.
 
I have my heroes! I reckon! True enough!
 
In this creative “haunted”-imagery of mind, to wit:
 
Superman & The Lone Ranger!
 
But, in that reality-of-life---no less…dear Mom & Dad!
 
Thank you! For “all” of it! And, always!
 
I Love/cherish: Faith! Family! Freedom!
I “purposely”-celebrate---Life…and, sweet-Love!
 
Have a Great!-day---like you taught…me to enjoy!
God bless! Carl
 
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
 
Day 261
 
 
Betting on the ponies at Fairmont Race Track
and our “family” photo in the starting gate
 
 
Yeah! Just another of my evil vices---Gambling!...I’ll corrupt anybody!
I play the lottery---had a “little” luck, once…won $100,000! Yep! And, I spent it---all!
Played some poker hands in my day, too. Nothing to write home about, I reckon!
Taught the girls to play poker and blackjack, how to roll dice and to bet on the ponies.
Yeah! I corrupted those little darlings and MR. Z. Tyler on the evils of gambling the “lottery”, too. Buy them scratch-off’s and “big” lotto all the time, especially birthdays and holidays.
One night we took some friends and Three Catholic nuns to the race track. Sister Jan won the first five races but refused to tell anybody which horse she would bet on until after the race; I had won---none! I begged and pleaded and, finally, in the 6th race, she divulged her “secret”-pick to me. Boy! Inside information! I loaded up on that fine steed---and…he lost!
That was the one and only time she gave away her knowledge; she continued to win; I lost!
On the very last race of the night, the woman-half of our friends we had taken along (to teach them the ropes of betting on flee-bitten “dog”-food) bet on a 50-1 shot and won---$100!...I quit!
One fine night (like I said, I’ll corrupt---anybody) we coaxed my mother-in-law to accompany us on the adventure. Now this gal was so “tight” she saved used napkins; No! She never bet.
After the races were over, we loaded up in the chariot for home but my brother, John, spied a starting gate along the drive going out of the park grounds; we stopped and everybody got out and took a position in that discarded starting gate like a roster-of-nags ready for a race. Yep! We sure enough did! My brother took pictures of us in the gate---I still claim “I won that challenge”!
Sure enough reckon that’s one most unique “family”-group photo! Hmm!
I do a bit of equestrian, myself; success is “not” falling off the critter and getting trampled!
 
Actually_ I’d rather bet and lose…than have to run the race!
 
And---
 
Nuns! Really? Umm! Hmm! (I’ll need a “ticket” to get into heaven!)
 
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Forgive me my trespass…” Memories!
 


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