Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Mom-Margie! Life-celebration! (Part 4 of 17)
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Mom Margie! Life-celebration! (Part 3 of 17)
Monday, July 29, 2024
Mom-Margie! Life-celebration! (Part 2 of 17)
Thanks!
Mom!
A
Loving- tribute to:
One
Lovely Lady! You did a Great job, Mom! Thank you!
The
exemplar Independent-Individual!
My Little
Margie! Indeed!
-From
a grateful family! Amen!
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Mom-Margie! Life-celebration! (Part 1 of 17)
Marguerite Schuler
Nee
Farrell
June 2, 1927-July 25, 2024
To
everything there is a season
and
a time to every purpose
under
the heavens
A
time to be born
and
a time to die…
Ecclesiastes
3: 1-2
KJ version
Psalms
23
The
Lord is my shepherd;
I
shall not want.
He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He
restoreth my soul;
He
leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
For
His name sake.
Yea,
though I walk through the valley
of
the shadow of death,
I
will fear no evil;
For
thou art with me;
Thy
rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou
preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou
annointest my head with oil:
my
cup runneth over.
Surely
goodness and mercy
shall
follow me all the days of my life:
and
I will dwell in the house of the Lord
For
ever.
Marguerite Schuler
Nee
Farrell
June
2, 1927-
July
25, 2024
To
everything there is a season
and
a time to every purpose
under
the heavens
A
time to be born
and
a time to die…
Ecclesiastes
3: 1-2
KJ
version
In memory of
Marguerite
Schuler
Beloved
daughter of the late
Charles
and Robbie Farrell,
Nee
Adamson
Born
June
2, 1927
Liberty,
Tennessee
Died
July
25th, 2024
St.
Louis, Missouri
Proceeded
in death by;
Husband:
Carl Schuler, Sr.
Siblings:
Charles, Oleta, Randell,
Peggy
and Billy Farrell
Survivors
Children:
Carl (Candice) Schuler,
Sharon
Misplais, John Schuler
Grand
children:
Lisa
Misplais, Catherine (Graig) Evans,
Becky
(Alex) Baur, John Kevin Schuler
McKenna
Schuler
Great
Grandchildren:
Zachariah
(Jennifer) Evans, Lauren Baur,
Lexi
Evans, Anna Marie Baur
Great
great Grandchild:
Gabriella
Leigh Evans
(Part 2 of 17 tomorrow)
Saturday, July 27, 2024
August (a bit early as the next 2 weeks will be a tribute celebration) Enjoy!
With hellish heat intensified by relentless humidity
A delightful thunderstorm to cool it now and then
The reality school starts causes many a child to frown
Promise near September offering crisp fresh autumn
Awful temperature highs into the upper nineties they reach
Shortened days, perhaps, yet hotter still makes August proud
Across swift rivers, wide plains and so on
To the distant horizon just to see what is next
Over hill, down valley to the majestic Rocky Mountain crest
Across the Great Salt Lake on up Idaho-way
To the Great Northwest via the old Oregon Trail
What spectacular wonders these naïve eyes did see
Over the ocean to see my ancestral beginnings
In Dallas-town and down old Mexico-way
To the Oregon-coast resplendent, almost a sin
So beautiful as to tempt my love away from my heart
If God lived on earth, this, He would call home
From coastal mountains I view the grand blue Pacific
Friday, July 26, 2024
Enigma!?
Enigma?
Just
“what” might the looks of an enigma be?
A
plethora of personality-gifts like you or me?
Faith! Family!
Freedom!
Eagle-soaring free?
Live! Love! & Laugh! A triumph Serendipity?
Solve–not-the-enigma but live-the-riddle simply?
There ain’t no
box!
Save self-imposed decree?
Which
came first: a vista Wild! sea? Or, a see?
Eyes
are not for color but to clearly-see
truly?
If Truth-focus suffers-blur is it so, Purposely?
How
much wood would a wood? Completely?
2-’n-2 “be -fore” any “5” or greater count-tally?
Chick
crossed? Egg-first? Water-flow? Finally?
Sun-moon?
Moon-sun?
Game-tag? Empathy?
If up-is-down?
Left-is-right? Is dark lightly?
Amen!
Thursday, July 25, 2024
My Little Margie! Adios! Mom! (1927-2024 97-years!) Peace! Amen!
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
Searching!
Running!
To
eschew any hinted-limelight of faux-celebrity might Wisdom-be
To
embrace yonder empty-shine is to be bathed in a “lie” Serendipity
Running does not
satiate life but, rather, mocks empty-echoed Hope!
For
I have been---and, am…and may even future be…simple
reality!
Amen!
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Happy Birthday! Z. Tyler! Yea! Celebrate! Bravo! (Part 2 of 2)
Monday, July 22, 2024
Happy Birthday! Z. Tyler! Yea! Celebrate! Bravo! (Page 1 of 2)
Happy
Birthday! Z, Tyler!
(Ju;y
24, 2024 Yea! Celebrate! Bravo!)
Z. Tyler!---(a Loving
limerick)
I
once knew a man from University McKendree
Lives
an enviable cavalier-life Wild! and
free
Shoots
birdies and eagles like any seasoned-Pro
Triumphs life utilizing
reasoned “in-the-know”
Our
Z. loves Jennifer! “Hulk!?” & Gabriella Leigh!
Happy Birthday!
Z. Tyler! Class-Act! 1st-class!
Love, Nanny & Bapa
(Page 2 of 2 tomorrow)
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Appreciation! Amen! Amen!
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Ahh! Resort weather continues! Yea!
Friday, July 19, 2024
Resort weather! Enjoy!
Thursday, July 18, 2024
Some other opinions on the "new" suit! Hmm?
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Gambling is a "sin"---specially...when you "lose"! Amen!
The rich twin-brothers in our little corner-of-the-world-berg, Art Caresh-eth and Leo Caresh-eth, each do quite well in their business endeavors; Art owns the butcher shop and Leo is a fine tailor and sole proprietor of Fashion-Passion Men’s Emporium!
Art was married to Mary Beth-eth Caresh-eth and Leo’s wife’s name was Lidia-eth Caresh-eth.
Business was slow for Leo so he and brother, Art, got together, collaborated and came up with a good scheme which would generate some income that the proud boys would split, evenly.
They would run a contest through Art’s butcher shop for anyone who purchased $100 worth of meat, the buyer got a chance to guess: “How many dogs Leo owned?” The winner got a free new custom suit from Leo’s Fashion-Passion! A fine idea to generate funds for the brothers to share!
Chances were, nobody would win because the game was Fixed! The best-laid plans!
Now, personally, I ain’t so much of a gambler, not very Lucky! Can’t seem to ever Win! But---a new Leo-eth Fashion-Passion suit…Well! Yeah! I’ll take a chance! I’m all-in! Hope-springs!
I sold a few items and begged, a bit, and borrowed some, enough to rustled-up a C-note and guessed 1,013 puppy dogs? And, I Won!---Art had 1,013 “hot-dogs”…in his butcher shop!
I claimed my prize, went to see Leo-the-tailor late on a Saturday afternoon to be fitted. He cut and measured and marked and pinned and looked and trimmed and finally gave his final-okay.
Leo said it would be ready the following Saturday! What!? No!!! Today! I needed it for church!
Oh! I was so Proud of my very first new suit! Wow! They’d sure-enough be envious of me.
Now, I did have to make some physical accommodations to get the suit to “fit” just right; small price to pay for such fine threads. I had to stuff the right pants leg into my prosthetic lower leg, keep my left knee tight to the right one, reach behind me with my left hand to hold up the waist, bend severely double to take up too longs legs, hold my right arm close to my side as the duct tape was slipping and shrug my shoulders to make the coat fit good. Hey! Not so much to ask!
I waited at the church door for anybody to come in or out; I was afraid to let go of anything!
Finally, the minister came along and held the door for me; he kept his distance. I thanked him.
As I kind-a shuffled-rolled-shifted-summersaulted, tripped and slipped up the aisle to the very front pew (Hey! I am gonna be seen! Today!) where the Queen always sat in her designated private-pew as she gave me a repulsive look I heard a couple in the back of church talking; they had noticed me.
I heard her husband reply, with charity, “Yeah! But ain’t that one beautifully tailored suit?”