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The Angel Flies
Angels can be anywhere and can be anybody – isn’t that so?
I mean the Bible (NASB) says in Hebrews 13:2, “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”
My daughter is a stranger to many and at times, even to me. I ponder, who is this child with such a thirst and hunger for “God’s Word?” On occasion she had corrected my meaning of…
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A peaceful morning, as I sip my rich-roasted black coffee and peer out the window overlooking the green, green grass of home. The windows and doors are open and the outside is separated only by the screens. Gentle, cool breezes waft through the air and the quiet of the neighborhood takes me back at least fifty-three years...
"Ohh Ste-e-e-ve" was the uplifting sound of friend's calling. My compadre's.
"I'll be right there," I yelled down to them from the upstairs window. I told Grandma who was watching me and, Fred, my older brother that I had to get outside, my friend's were calling.
Fred was already gone. "Can barely keep track of that kid" - grown-ups used to say! Fred was kind of a loner but an energetic loner, know what I mean?
Grandma reminded me to stay close to home - and zhuup - I was gone along with my dog, Sarge, who stayed by my side knowing that he was going for a run.
He was a Brittany Spaniel and a great hunting dog, though, we never hunted him. I took him to the "Witch's" woods and around town, but around town, on a leash.
Meanwhile my friend's, Dale & Danny (brothers from up the block) decided on going across the fields behind the school and across the three sets of train tracks to scout out the place on the other side. Danny was eight, I was ten, and the old guy - Dale was eleven. I had heard stories about an old guy who lived in a ramshackle of a house right near the trestle and the tracks. We were never to go near there.
Not heeding my parent's warning we hiked on over to the darkened small woods on the other side of the tracks after putting our ears to those tracks to listen for trains, none were coming. On we went and there in the middle of the trees - in a hollow was a pond. At first we just skipped rocks across it.
Then we all had the same idea, "Why don't we build a raft?" We went to our homes and gathered up some wood, nails and a hammer and saw. Dale and Danny brought some sandwiches and a full bag of "Happy's Potato Chips," not as good as "Old Dutch," but still good.
They even made me a sandwich - Spam and mayonnaise. Each time they ate the spam they would start roughhousing and boasting of their dad who served in the Army in WWII. My dad was too young for that war and too old for the Korean War.
We got down to business and pounded boards together, little did we know our noise and the pounding woke a guy living back there.
The raft was complete and I found a long, low hanging branch to cut off. I would use it to push me across the water in our float-worthy vessel.
I stepped onto the raft and it kinda sank...just where I stood. I jumped off and the guys helped me fix it up a little so it wouldn't sink too much. I climbed on again and this time pushed off with the pole but the pole stuck in the mud and I was sinking fast! Out towards the middle. I hollered for Dale and Danny but saw them through the trees - scampering across the tracks.
The next second I realized why...the old man had been awakened and was coming towards me. I was shaking scared!
He couldn't get me with the stick he tried and I knew I was safe as long as I stayed out here in the middle. But the water was now up to my calves.
"Grab onto the branch and swing this way. I won't hurt ya'," said the old man.
The elm tree luckily for me was drowning in that temporary pond and maybe I could reach its limb. I made up my mind to try it so there was no going back. I grabbed hold of that limb and kicked, like I was on a swing, toward the tree. That unknown guy grabbed me as I turned and watched the raft go down.
That guy built a small fire and told me to dry off. He must be okay; Sarge is happy. Of course why wouldn't he be with a large bone like that. After a couple hours the guy put the fire out and made sure I was okay, made a remark about my friends and left.
See, there was a westerly train he had to catch.
That's the way things were in the late 50's early 60's. Friends called your name instead of knocking or ringing the doorbell. As soon as you could after hearing the call you would run outside to see what was goin' on...usually nothin'. But doing nothing with your friends can be fun anyway, because you’re with your friends.
Donna
A girl by the name of, Donna, stopped over last night. She came to check out my flavored pasta sauce because she’d heard (info gets spread quickly here in Clever.) about the delicious aroma wafting through the air, emanating from this place.
She came to the front door even though the garage door was opened wide, being polite I guess. The young lady (well young to me) in her late thirties – early…
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Happy Birthday, Dad!
Dad died on my birthday in 2014. Was there any significance in that? Was it a warning of some sort? A weird coincidence? Those thoughts have been among the many as I wish
1948 – My handsome father
Dad a happy birthday, in Heaven. I know Dad is in heaven because he was saved through the grace of God, because his wife was”Born Again.”
1 Corinthians 7:14 English Standard Version (ESV) 14 For the…
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'37 Chev Master Deluxe
’37 Chev Master Deluxe
“Steve – get up!” Mom didn’t have to say anything to wake me because I was already up and ready for school. I was a junior in high school in 1971 but had gotten my driver’s license a year earlier on my sixteenth birthday. I was already on my third car.
My love of cars continues to this day. I used to change them – sometimes two in the same year, and, I imagine each one was beautiful for some…
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"Corner Cafe"
“Corner Cafe”
My daughter and I just moved to Clever from Nixa and we attend Riverdale Baptist Church. Our pastor (Jamie Bilyeu) recommended this place as he has eaten here a number of times. Last Sunday morning we decided to give the, “Corner Cafe” a try before heading onto morning worship service.
We are so glad we made the stop. The little cafe was filled and as soon as one got up from the table, there was…
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Leong's Asian Diner
Leong’s Asian Diner
I mentioned the other day about visiting, Leong’s Asian Diner, in Springfield, MO. Well this is a brief follow-up on that restaurant…This may have been said before but the the ambiance of the place contributed to the tastiness of their food, I’m sure. http://www.leongsasiandiner.com/ Their relaxing atmosphere reminded me of my favorite seaside restaurant in the Philippines.
Without knowing the…
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“Boho Love” is the love of boho fashions. I am not a gypsy, nor a hippie, nor a Bohemian but I did have romances with all three. Those love-ins qualify me as an expert, right?
In those days – the 1960’s & 70’s nobody was out to set fashion statements. One just purchased what the department stores and shops were selling. Who knew that 30-40 years later those bell-bottom jeans would become the epitome of a generation of kids?
Some of the styles hint at eroticism without going there. These lady models have nice figures – no bulbous butts here. It is a fashion sense that seems to have been born of the Internet.
The Gypsy: The original gypsy came from Northern India but are now on all continents. Traditionally, gypsies lived by doing seasonal work and…fortune-telling. They wandered from place to place and had their own style, though, Gypsies of yore never thought about being stylish; they wore what they had. Now their dress has been glorified and modified to sell.
Hippy: Someone who rejects the established culture. Their attire has been glorified in recent years and has become an integral part of the BOHO look.
Bohemian: A vagabond, wanderer or gypsy, a person (such as a writer or an artist) living an unconventional life usually in a colony with others. Well you get the idea and the feel and can certainly see the similarities…..
Boho Love "Boho Love" is the love of boho fashions. I am not a gypsy, nor a hippie, nor a Bohemian but I did have romances with all three.
Dizzy Time
Another wonderful Wednesday evening. We will be returning our books to the library in Ozark tonight at their convenient library drop box, after our Wednesday evening Bible teaching. And after all the years that have passed (well over fifty) I began recalling library thoughts of some of my youngest years.
I spent hours at the Hayden Heights Public Library on the East Side of St. Paul while in…
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Pocono Mountains & Dent Magic
Pocono Mountains & Dent Magic
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocono_Mountains I had the cruise engaged, (I don’t normally do that, nor do I think you’re supposed to during rainfall) but the pitter and the patter of rain splashing on the car, the Stephanie sleeping and music playing low, a mostly instrumental background, just a hint of sound and the overwhelming sleepy green of the thousands of trees…I nodded off.
Thwack! My…
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Don’t say, “I can’t”
Don’t say, “I can’t”
How often do we say, “I can’t?”
In Christ, “We can” because He strengthens us, but we need to depend on Him and pray for His strength.
Phil 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
I had an, “I can do anything,” attitude in my younger days until I reached age 34 and was in that great car accident! I escaped death physically, but my confidence was laid to rest. My confidence…
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Rudolf's Downtime
Rudolf’s Downtime
After years of teasing and name-calling, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had finally had enough. He wrote the following letter to the other Reindeer who wouldn’t allow him to play in their reindeer games. For years he had put-up with insults, and sarcastic remarks. All was not beautiful. And then, it got bad, so he magically put pen to paper:
Dear Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,…
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Turbulent Times
I thank you for saving me from disgrace when you marry me after, Stephie, was born.
Monday, April 06, 2009 the day the following email was written and sent. We had been divorced for three years at that point in time. As I recall my house arrest and probation were almost complete. Paz, the ex thought she was getting back at me for something I never did, but would pay heavily for.
I’m Steve, and I continue to be dogged by her fantastically made-up story. The totally fabricated…
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Prove Your Love For Me...
Prove Your Love For Me…
“Honey, I love you and I will prove it…I will – I’ll do it!”
The sixteen year old kick-boxer wasn’t talking about buying flowers or chocolates. His wicked mind was on something much more incredulous, sinister and devious. He was really going to impress his girlfriend, he thought.
The two had gone to a party the night before where there was, of course, drinking going on. There were also people…
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Real Food & A Terror Filled Night
Real Food & A Terror Filled Night
“Goodnight, Steve,” Terri my pretty blonde nurse said. She wasn’t only my nurse but she spent time with me and knew some of the people I knew. Terri was the sunshine of my life at that time. She always peeked her head into our quad bed recovery room before turning out all lights in the nurses station. The wall facing that station was smooth-face green block up a third of the way, then the other…
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The Gun
I felt justified taking it because of our disparate living conditions. She lived in a mansion.
A poor white boy – a cracka’ – as most in this area are called (the slums and tenement halls of Chicago) seventeen years old, awakens to the pop and rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire in a unit below his. A new day begins here in Paris on the Prairie (a nickname used by some) whose gun laws are some of the strictest in the country. And the cracka’ wonders how to get a gun for protection? One that he does…
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