Thursday, August 05, 2010


It's a beautiful day, "It's a day the Lord has made so let's be glad in it." That's not quoted word for word but it means the same.
I love these days when the windows are open and the doors, and it is pleasant to sit on the porch. The air is turned off, it is great.

As for me, I am having a time after taking steroids for the hives. I have learned what is bothering me, the steroids affect the joints in a painful way making it painful to walk. I must say I am thankful for my walkers, One is for inside, it sqeezes the wheels to go through doorways. Now isn't that a new wrinkle? The other one has a seat yet folds up to carry in the car. I am not ready for a wheelchair so I am not complaining, just thankful. Bryant gave me Buck's wheelchair so it is ready when I am. Before grandson Buck died he had been in a wheelchair for about eight years. Sad, he was a beautiful young man.

Dean is doing great. Today he is out cutting the lawn. So the weather isn't too bad for it today and he is taking it kinda easy but he is getting it done. This afternoon he is going shopping for a couple of tires for the 97 Lincoln. He loves that car.

Sunday, he and Betty went to LaCrosse, picked up Bobbi, and attended the reunion of two Flight for Freedom vets. They really had a great time but the lincoln had a flat tire on the way home!!!
So, Dean is getting tires today, hopefully.

This has been written haphazardly, but I'd really rather be outside that sitting in here. That's how nice it is today!!! Enjoy!!!!!

Take care,
Betty G


This is so real. I have copied it word for word but I have no idea who originated it.

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was failing fast, he sat around the post telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in and the deeds that he had done, in his exploits with his buddies, they were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors his tales became a joke, all his buddies listened quietly for they inew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer, for 'ol Bob has passed away, and the world is a little poorer for a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family, going quietly on his way, and the world won't note his passing, 'tho a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, while thousands note their passing, and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories from the time that they were young, but the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land, some jerk who breaks his promise and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who in times of war and strife, goes off to serve his couintry and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives, are often disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier who offered up his all, is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them, for it is so many times, that our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, went to battle, but we know: It is not the politicians with their compromise and ploy, who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand, would you really want some cop-out with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier -his home, his country, his kin- just a common soldier who would fight until the very end.

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin, but his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict we find the soldier's part is to clean up all the trouble that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise, then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
..................AUTHOR UNKNOWN