Oil Can Harried

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The above classic A&J comic strip was based on a true story. So where do I get my ideas? Rhymes with “woes.” In all fairness, machine oil is one of those items that is so common it can hide in plain sight, like toothpicks in a grocery store.

199 responses to “Oil Can Harried”

  1. Been there, done that. Love the local Hardware store where everybody knows where everything is at. If they don’t, they ask one of the owners.

    Tis the season for ants in Northern Michigan. We had them late last month. They last for a week or two and march on.

  2. Oil Can Harried? Wasn’t “Oil Can Harry” from the Mighty Mouse Saturday morning cartoons? That was my favorite show when I was little.

    Re – Your comment last week on the blogging at this site. I have to confess, I stopped reading the blog several years ago when it got too unwieldy and the comments were often scattershot about irrelevant topics. The semi-private conversations were also a turnoff. You inferred that that’s what happens at other blogging sites? That’s unfortunate. Oh well. I love the strip and am happy to read YOUR comments. Sadly, if anybody responds to this, I won’t be aware of it. Sorry.

  3. Bonnie,

    Hope you see this one. Yes, Oil Can Harry was the nemesis of Mighty Mouse, and was always trying to kidnap (mousenap?) Pearl Pureheart.

  4. For those complaints about the random comments or cliques for existing posters, make your comments and discuss topics that are of interest to you. The reason those people seem to dominate the conversation is because they take the time and make the effort to post. If you post, then there is no clique and the community has grown. As I taught my now grown children, do something– don’t just be a whiner.

  5. Thank you, David. If everyone shared the view expressed by Bonnie, Rufus and Dave, I suppose there would be few if any comments here. After all, how much discussion would there be here today if it were limited to machine oil?

  6. I have said this before, but I make active use of my scroll button my mouse. If I don’t care to read a comment, I zip right past it. I have learned much from the “off-topic” comments and I especially want to know if someone else on the blog is hurting. I think we can all enjoy a kinder and gentler website as compared to some of the stuff that I have seen in newspaper comments, etc.

    The only times that I do not like coming here is when people make emotional rants on politics or controversial topics. Again, I just scroll right past. I just don’t want to see less people here. It would be nice to have a “like” button so folks can know that their post has been read, but in the meantime, realize that a lot of people DO read your posts.

  7. However “lowe” or high you look you won’t find it easily unless you go to your locally owned hardware store. More and more I am beginning to dislike the “big box” stores for just this reason in the 2009 reprint A&J. Bring back mainstreet America I say!

  8. Someone another web page commented that Janis seems to enjoy killing creepy-crawlies as much as she enjoys canoodling- Yikes!

  9. Agree with all the comments supporting you local hardware store. I guess there is a difference between a hardware store and a “home improvement” store. I’m not looking to improve my home, I’m just looking to stave off entropy.

    As for the cliques and off-topic comments, I just figure some people have more time on their hands than I do. Nothing wrong with that. If it’s just people talking about random stuff and not anyone trying to force their views or opinions on everyone else, then that’s OK by me. Those that want to can read, those that don’t want to can scroll on.

  10. OK, here’s an “on topic” comment about today’s retro cartoon (machine oil and big box stores)…one would not believe the looks I got from three relatively young “associates” when on a recent visit to a big box store I asked for help in finding “steel wool”. Describing it to them and telling what it is used for didn’t help. I guess they thought steel wool comes from really awesome sheep. Assuming they knew where wool comes from.

    But I must add that I then went across the highway to another big box store (this one of the building-supply persuasion) and was directed right to it.

  11. I ditto the comments on the local hardware stores. We have one here in Bossier City that is a godsend. After looking for almost a half an hour for something at Lowe’s one day, I drove the extra three miles to the hardware store, was greeted at the door, and taken to what I was looking for, and was out of there in less than 5 minutes. Not to mention parking right at the front door, and no waiting in line to check out….oh, and the prices are about the same, and a lot of the merchandise is not made in China.

  12. JJ, look for 3-in-one oil one aisle 64, in the tool section, near the end of the aisle. It should be there in the Waveland or Gulfport rhymes with “woes” store.

  13. I learned over 20 years ago to never wear a red t-shirt to a particular big box store! Nor to look purposeful, as though I knew what I was looking at/for.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  14. Good morning, Villagers. Rainy and thundery here.

    I felt the same way as posters 1, 2, and 3 till I started posting and responding and my experience changed immediately. This is a very friendly and interesting community.Even if I am still not sure what “pokies” are 😛

    On topic, I went one time to a big box store with The Man In My Life and he asked the young woman for a “Plumber’s Friend.” She didn’t have a clue. I described it to her (I have to “translate” for him, often) , and she immediately brightened and said, “Oh, a plunger. Aisle 14” 😀

  15. Okay, Loon has been dropped at airport. Now I can work in peace for two days.

    I love going to Ace Hardware. They remind me of the small stores I grew up around. Always somebody to help/direct you, and I don’t have to buy nails and screws by the box. On the other hand Loon enjoys shopping for bargain plants at the big boxes.

    Who knew how a little 3 in 1 oil could create such a big squeak. I use the scroll feature to limit my intake of babble. I am greatful that Mr. Johnson has maintained this not for profit site for all these years. Okay, there was that book thing and an occasional eBay sale, other wise it is nonprofit.

  16. Small local hardware stores are the best. Those men get totally involved in whatever project I’m attempting (heh) and in addition to telling me where to find something, they walk to the aisle with me to explain the options/make sure I find it and dispense any further wisdom they have on the topic. 🙂

    I must be bilingual – I knew that “plumber’s helper” and “plunger” were synonymous! Like “church key” and “bottle opener.” 😉

  17. Machine oil? Try asking for 3 in 1 oil, if you draw a blank look in another store. If you find a small local hardware store ask for Marvel Mystery oil. Unfortunately the small hardware store is fading away. Rhymes with “woes” can be a good place or a bad place, it depends on the staff and area. In our area the one I go to is pretty good, even if I can’t name the hardware exactly if I can describe it usually someone can find it.

  18. Jackie M-

    And don’t wear a blue polo shirt and khaki pants to Best Buy:


    I usually do my basic hardware/lawn supply purchases at the local hardware store, although large quantity purchases of lumber, power tools, and mulch are obtained, begrudgingly, from the nearest “home improvement center. Fortunately for me, the hardware store is much closer to me, since I seem to never be able to get everything I need to finish those weekend projects with just one trip to the store.

  19. my problem is I always forget where Wet Wipes are in the grocery store, I keep some in my car, finally remember they’re near the charcoal. . .. I do like going to the Ace or True Value near me, it’s actually fun, I mean am I goofy or what? It’s like a wonderland going down the aisles, they’re kind of smaller and crowded, not just the rain gauges or bird feeders, but the hinges, door knobs, etc, makes you want to do stuff. Of course, sometime you gotta go to the big places and I think, at least it seems to me, the big orange one has gotten a lot better with better trained employees, in my neighborhood anyway.

  20. One other plug for the local hardware stores: they usually support local organizations with enthusiasm. When my son was working on his Eagle Scout project he approached several stores asking for donations and or discounts. One big box store, which rhymes with Dome Hepot, was unperceptive but the locally owned construction lumber company not only offered a generous discount but took time to review the project and make suggestions. Other scouts in our troop found similar responses from other merchants in our area.

  21. The Man In My Life likes Lowe’s, but prefers to go to the small local hardware store y’all describe. Me, I avoid both. They whiff of testosterone. The only tools I am good with are stainless steel. I use hemostats and ring forceps in the kitchen, as well as scalpels (#10 blade, #3 handle)

  22. Way back in past I was involved with developing a floral product for this particular box store.
    They wanted to attract women buyers and/or entertain us with home décor items while the husbands shopped for more serious home improvement items. Little did they know that women are actually real buyers!

    Anyway, I flew out to NC a lot, had a lot of meetings with people, put in a LOT of time designing and coming up with prototypes. Now, mind you, a salesman does not get paid until an actual sale is made, so this time was pro bono.

    Get to point we think we have made a sale more or less. They bring out grand finale box to put the finished arrangements into. There is a heavy plastic wrap “window” where before there was a big open space. Put the arrangement in and the electric static sucks all the moss onto the “window”. No one had considered this! Or told me!

    I don’t think you ever saw a home décor artificial floral department there.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  23. Lily, you use hemostats, forceps and scalpels in the kitchen? Really? Been perusing the Hannibal Lecter Cookbook, have you? 🙂

  24. Although there has been the occasional lapse or two over the years, every other blog I’ve ever visited could take lessons in civility from this blog.

  25. Nope. Most of the time, I use ring forceps when other cooks would use tongs, like for turning steaks or pork chops. Most recently, I was peeling the connective tissue off a rump roast, and I had three hemostats on the free edge and was slicing the meat away with my scalpel. worked like a charm, with little lost meat. I was copying another operation I could name but won’t that I have helped The Boss Of My Life do a bunch of times, except I didn’t have a Lily to hold up the clamps, so I used my left hand. I use suture scissors to open pouches and wrappers, too 😛

  26. I monitor several forums where I seem to be the only woman. My manly members sometimes drift onto controversial subjects, like politics, racial or sexist rants and forget to stay even moderately on topic. I am moderator.

    So, like today they are talking about PL premium glue, I watch to see they stay somewhere near appropriate target and haven’t drifted onto religious or irreligious subjects. I learn who goes by which “name” to post and those are who I really watch.

    If someone truly annoys me with their opinions I may not read them. If conversely there are those I enjoy I make certain to read what they say.

    That is why I always sign my true name and have no “signature”. It gives you fair warning!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  27. David from Austin,
    It’s not always that easy. Anyone who posts an opinion on something is often jumped on for that opinion if it doesn’t match the general consensus.
    It’s happened to a number of people (not including those who come in and attack and are attacked back, mind you).
    Some prefer to not post as a result.
    Present company included. Been attacked here too many times.

  28. Our local Ace Hardware is a joke – unfriendly and overpriced but the DoItBest in town are great. There are two of them and they’ve been owned by the same family for 50+ years, being associated with different franchise chains over the years. Knowledgeable, helpful employees, reasonable prices, good inventory. Everything one could ask for. I still make the 30 mile drive to the “woes” when I have large orders or need something the smaller store doesn’t stock but I much prefer the locals.

  29. Obviously there is a vast difference between attacks and expressing honest differences of opinions. If there have been wholesale attacks here, I have missed them.

    As far as differences of opinions, I refer you to the George Patton quote of a few days ago. For those of you who don’t read the comments everyday…”If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn’t thinking.”

  30. GR6, I assure you, I’ve personally been attacked. Not had a discussion over a difference of opinion, outright attacked. I’ve also seen others get the same treatment.

  31. Debbe, putting this here: I knew. Much love and admiration. Keep those chickens, laying’
    Keep those eggs a movin’! Rawhide!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  32. If I am annoying, please do not read what I write. If I am insulting to anyone, please tell me so.

    But as I said, I moderate three of the most polite boating groups on the internet, all full of men. My personal one allows religious opinions, so long as they are polite. We don’t do politics but you may be patriotic or pacifist, whatever you believe. One stays firmly on subject, the others roam more freely. Only one do I ever threaten commenters with a frozen fish or an oar alongside the head. And only once did I threaten to go to someone’s home with a nine foot oar and find him if he didn’t shut up with sexist remarks and his sex life!

    By the way, to read real insults and slimy, nasty, rotten comments, go to the Wooden Boat Magazine’s forum and go to the Bilge. At least they keep them down there!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  33. I can only recall only one kerfuffle here in the Village that was getting ugly (for the life of me, though, I can’t recall the topic- probably “soda” versus “pop” or some other important issue of the day) and lucky JJ stepped in and reminded us to play nice.

    I do recall some replies that were unpleasantly rebuffed but I never took them as being attacks (obviously not being the recipient, I can’t really vouch for how they were received), but I am truly sorry if someone took it that way. I think one reason things seem to be more civil in the Village is that we are self-policing and stay away from discussing the three taboo subject: sex, religion, and politics (OK, at least religion and politics). Any conversation about these topics are guaranteed to eventually upset someone, no matter what the original intent.

  34. Quote of the day, from Tom Robbins’ “Still LIfe With Woodpecker”:

    Now tequila may be the favoured beverage of outlaws but that doesn’t mean it gives them preferential treatment. In fact, tequila probably has betrayed as many outlaws as has the central nervous system and dissatisfied wives. Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good taste; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate!

  35. Oh, and this is another one I never visit. Sailing Anarchy. There are some of my friends who will not even visit the Wooden Boat forum’s main topic sites for fear of ridicule and dissention. Unfortunately they are very sexist and don’t welcome women.

    I learned a lot about cartoon history yesterday. The original group was a men only membership club that met at the Lamb’s club. They finally admitted women much later and not until Cathy Guiswaite did a woman win the Rueben, followed by Lynn Johnston.

    This interested me because when I was a collegiate cartoonist for our campus newspaper I used a pseudonym, partly because I already had a weekly column and was an editor whose name was on articles a lot by-lined. But MOSTLY because there were no women cartoonists that we knew of and I was trying for a national collegiate cartooning award.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  36. They are really useful aren’t they? Bulldog tough and don’t take up all the room that Vise-grips do. And suture scissors are needle sharp, no need to tear into frozen baggies or tough store shrink wrap.

    I like the ring forceps cause I am little and don’t have to worry about those great long tongs all the time. Though I do use them, particularly for grilling

  37. Reading up on Milt Caniff and Steve Canyon sure brought back memories! I loved his ward, the spunky Poteet Canyon, girl adventurer. If you are ever in Poteet, TX go find her statue there.

    Not that many people have reason to go to Poteet but I did once upon a time.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  38. Who said there wasn’t? I know/knew a bright, brilliant young girl who could have had the world at her feet. But she fell into drug addiction and prostitution and is now in prison. Pax, Amanda. I tried!

  39. Charlotte in NH: “. . .. Miss Mamzell Hepzibah is a tres chic skunk; Porky Pine is gloomy but lovable (kind of like emb here). Southern accents abound; for the nice animals … the slimy Northern politicians try to take advantage of them, but the swamp dwellers triumph in the end. Senator Joe McCarthy is one of the really slimy ones who get skewered by Walt Kelly.”

    I’ve been compared to worse. Another possibility is A.A. Milne’s Eeyore [sp.?] emb

  40. Charlotte in NH: “. . .. Miss Mamzell Hepzibah is a tres chic skunk; Porky Pine is gloomy but lovable (kind of like emb here). Southern accents abound; for the nice animals … the slimy Northern politicians try to take advantage of them, but the swamp dwellers triumph in the end. Senator Joe McCarthy is one of the really slimy ones who get skewered by Walt Kelly.”

    I’ve been compared to worse. Another possibility is A.A. Milne’s Eeyore [sp.?] emb

  41. Possibly TMI regarding the curved Mayo dissecting scissors, Lily. 🙂 Just kidding about your use of surgery instruments. If they are useful in surgery, they would surely be useful in the kitchen.

    Steve Canyon was likely one reason I joined the Air Force.

  42. Jackie, I saw the Doodle 4 Google on the Google home page this morning, and the banner crediting it, but I couldn’t believe the “11” in the banner was the artist’s age.

    It does make me wonder what Walt Kelly and others might have been able to do with animated computer graphics.

  43. Ghost, you probably know all this but Steve Canyon actually has a real military record, the only fictional character who does. He has tag #’s everything.

    I think Steve Canyon made a lot of people go into the Air Force. He made me want to learn to fly and I think he was the kind of person my own father would have been, had he lived.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  44. I watched the video on the Jurassic Park dinosaurs yesterday too and how they changed the craft of movie making and animation. I have a friend who builds boats and is a computer graphics designer. He worked for Disney (or at least in Orlando) for awhile recently but I didn’t think it would last and didn’t.

    They call him “Wizard” because they say he designs boats that will sail on dew drops and he knows routes through the Everglades only the animals know. I think he may also be a Wizard because of the computer skills.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  45. Ghost, we paramedical types are always being brought up short about what makes other folk queasy. We don’t understand why women will go on and ON about their eyebrows and eyelashes and even their mustaches (always bleached or plucked) a problem I don’t have, I am glad to say, but not their nose hairs. I wouldn’t mention other hairy areas I only discuss with my girlfriends when we are more are less soused.

  46. Heh, from my GoodReads quiz:

    What cartoonist authored the phrase, “We Have Met the Enemy and He is Us”?

    Choose the correct answer:
    Gary Trudeau
    Walt Disney
    Walt Kelly
    Charles Schulz

  47. Late to the conversation today thanks, not, to a balky internet connection. We have a wonderful locally owned store, Miller’s, that calls itself “the woman’s hardware store” – good merchandise, good people. You should all look for David Wilcox singing “East Asheville Hardware” (see initial sentence for why I’m not posting a link). Unfortunately that store is no longer there; as the song says, it had creaky wooden floors and that certain smell.

    I did have a few of my comments “attacked” in a fairly personal way but it was years ago and that person left the village not long after.

    Now to see if my computer and/or connection will let me post this.

  48. Bonnie, Dave, Rufus and Bill, so do you also avoid any gathering of people with a shared common interest because of these issues? From my experience everything from a Scout meeting to a prayer meeting has the possibility of becoming unwieldy, with scattershot, often irrelevant topics and semi-private conversations. That’s life. I have been ignored, put down and sometimes laughed at in personal and public conversations. It’s not a feeling I like and like you, if there is one particular person doing it to me I will avoid them.

    Dave in MA, did you mention your problem to JJ? As moderator I’m sure he could take some action if there was a person acting like a troll. Anyway, I am glad you are reading Jimmy’s strip and nobody says you have to read these comments to enjoy it, so please don’t let any problems you may have had here stop you from enjoying Jimmy’s talents.

  49. I’m not saying I’ve seen everything ever posted here (there have been a few occasions when I was not able to access the InterWebNet for periods of time), only that I don’t recall seeing any personal attacks. (But I would never dispute anyone who felt that they had in fact been personally attacked.) Two rather intense discussions I can recall (both, ironically, centered on children and sailboats) got a bit heated, but never, as I recall, uncivil.

    I am truly sorry anyone has ever felt attacked and/or not welcomed here, because I like this place, a lot. I do check in here at least several times per week now, and I will be watching. Not trying to be the sheriff or anything, but I will be watching. 🙂

  50. Mark in TTown- You are so right and I laughed out loud. When I moved to OK I tried to start an effort to light up the neighborhood to discourage thieves/break-ins. Boy! did I get some flak!

    I went to meetings to try and get sewer lines. Boy! Did that get violent! Ditto the meetings to get 911 out here. I never knew people had violent feelings on either subject.
    They didn’t want the roads/streets/whatever mapped.

    As Jimmy Buffet says “They didn’t want that much organization in their lives.”

    I gave up going to organizational meetings. We do not have sewer lines and it took 18 years to get 911 location for rescue or police.

    As a moderator of groups with some multi-thousand (but only small percentage active posters) I will write cautionary letters to offenders. If necessary I will ban them and prevent them posting or make all postings subject to moderation approval. When we had trolls we would alert other groups if troll went there too.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  51. Opposition to lighting, sewers and 911 service, Jackie? Really? I don’t recall ever hearing any of that in any area in which I ever lived (all of which are rather conservative, to say the least). Was the thinking in your area it would make it easier for the black helicopters to find their houses? Or just that it might lead to reassessment of property values and higher taxes?

  52. Well, the black helicopter DO fly over here with some frequency, Ghost. You would have to come to this part of America to see it for yourself! Some people just don’t want anyone knowing anything about where they live I guess.

    We have been telling everyone my big deep drainage ditch in front yard is part of an underground drug escape route. When we built the two story boat shop in back yard I told everyone it was a Texas icehouse and we’d serve beer, hamburgers and have a band. They were terribly disappointed when it was a boat shop for my husband’s hobby.

    Remember that Ray Wylie Hubbard song I tried to post? “Choctaw Bingo”. Look it up on Youtube.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  53. Guys, we are about as conservative as you get. The closest I have ever been to a drug was someone else’s smoke. We moved to this lake to have big water. Until recently this area was so poverty stricken it was hard to find a paved road. Even when they put in upscale houses the owners had to drive past junk car lots and cock fighting farms on gravel roads in their Lexus’.

    But somewhere along the way I realized that my right to do what we wanted, which was to build boats and garden, have animals and no one from the home owners association sending letters because we had a travel trailer parked in front of the house, well, that also gave the rest of the people the right to do what they wanted. Maybe I agreed, maybe I didn’t, but it was their right as well.

    So, yeah, people around here don’t want much control, whether for right or wrong.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  54. Well, what with GPS and Google Earth, it’s pretty hard to have a hideout any more. The local cops have a huge large-scale map of the county and adjoining areas in their computer. Last armed robbery we had here, a few years back. they just noted what road the robbers escaped on and called the next town, which set up a road block and caught them. The poor old people who owned the bait shop they robbed were so freaked they closed down.

  55. Bucolic Texas. I remember it well, living there for 27 years.

    As a friend of mine said about Oklahoma, “Well, Texas might have done more with it if they’d kept it.”

    Love, Jackie Monies

  56. Good evening Villagers…

    David, you posted the other day about caregivers….I’d like to ‘refresh’ that quote, as it came from the heart and had meaning to me…..

    on 05 Jun 2014 at 6:53 pm #

    Jackie, I’d like to be able to say something that would help lessen the load you bear with your husband’s illness. I don’t know if I can, though. My wife is a hero, dealing with both my chronic kidney failure and my more recent, acute, injury that put me in a wheelchair. Speaking as the person that needs care, the care-giver makes all the difference. Having someone there, to help share the load and the emotional burden that chronic and potentially fatal disease impose makes an unbearable condition at least tolerable. From me, for your husband, thank you.

    Thank you….

  57. You basically just made my point, Lily, but I was going to say that I understand peoples’ desire for privacy, Jackie. I share that desire. I just wonder how many realize how little of it is left with the advent of the InterWebNet.

  58. AND Jackie…..I am my hens’ caregivers……cockle doodle doo, you are to be greatly admired for all that you have vested in….moderator, your mother (and your aunt, is longevity a trait on your maternal side?)

    And Jackie…I only reposted David’s post, because it has given me a good feeling about myself, …been there with my mother…thank the good Lord, she is still with me.

    Now, on topic….I hate ants…..my husband seems to have ‘terminated” them…even with corn meal…read that somewhere.


  59. Thank you David and Debbe. All afternoon I have been asking if I did belong here? I am what I am without pretense. I have been blessed/cursed with an interesting life. Some very good, some very bad. No one will ever select me to be on a jury!

    I unfortunately have a lot of time on my hands nowadays, either doing what I do listening for my husband and offering help or baby sitting the grandbaby or my mom. I love people and miss communicating and being around them.

    I LOVE Dan Jenkins, Ghost. By the way, the funniest Oklahoma book is “Now Opening, the Honk and Holler Café”.

    You see Lily, I am not offended by those who are missing teeth or dress inappropriate to your sensitivities. You dream of being a street person but I actually know and have been friends with those people. They are people like us and we are no better than they. But if you are the Christian you say, then you know that.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  60. Debbe, thank you too. Not for Cogburn or the other rooster, but for the time, energy, and love it takes for your mother. 🙂

  61. I have to agree with;
    Bonnie from Gloucester MA, Dave in MA and Rufus.
    Please include me in any of your future posts (if any)…sounds like we may have similar views.

  62. I’ve found myself in the position of earning about $50 a month too much at my part-time job. Rather than lose Medicaid for the wife and child and sign up for an inferior insurance (costs much more than $50 a month and covers nothing until a huge deductible occurs) for them which the government offers on an infamous website that’s easily hacked… it’s time to cut back on hours!

  63. Those of you who seem to think the Village should be a cold, sterile, and regimented place, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Too many warm, vital, and free spirited people here.

  64. Now I am back wondering what is wrong with me/us?

    Debbe, I come from a long line of long lived women who did hard physical work and seemed to subscribe to Old Testament values, but with a strong streak of independence and strong will. I was raised by such a grandmother and I was a great tribulation and trial to her Christian ethics. But she instilled in me the ones that really count for something in a person.

    And that is what matters in life. I may have to come visit my third chicken farming friend when I come to Indiana next trip. You would have liked the other two, especially the one who was free range.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  65. Hi ya Debbe. Was out this evening with an old associate who is in town. Dinner, drinks, and catching up. The sleep should come easy tonight.

    See that lubricant is still being smeared on the Village Squeaks. The Squeaks are a larger clan than I realized. Shame Sheriff Taylor passed over, he always kept the Squeaks and the Darlings inline.

  66. We have a Rufus here? Rufus is a family name on the North Carolina side of family, passed down for generations and generations. Unfortunately during the 1950-60’s in the south it was also an insult to call someone that. I hope the Rufus here considers it a valued inheritance from a long ago ancestor and is proud of the name. My father was named Rufus and it took me awhile to find out why within last few years.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  67. I’ve only been speaking up here for a short time now, but before that spent a while lurking (and did read all posts), and in all that time I really didn’t observe what I’d call direct attacks, not that I’m doubting they could have occurred before.

    But I have noticed the tendency of a small group to mainly respond to each other, which may make them come across as uninterested in others’ contributions. So that point of observation by several of the early posters on this thread (Bonnie, Rufus, Bill..) may have some validity.

    In any forum, ignoring posts by all except your good buddies could make some folks feel unwelcome or fifth wheel-ish. And I suppose some could get offended by that dynamic. But I see that as more a passive than active thing.

    As far as thread sway, that’s just how life rolls; or as the Robert Frost poem says, “knowing how way leads on to way.”

    As someone else noted, you’d never go to a party requiring that everyone discuss one topic only. 🙂

  68. My favorite ant story. In the 1960’s as fire ants marched every north the U.S. Dept. Agriculture hired college students to walk through pastures and spray them. One of my friends got into a big pile of them and was being badly bitten. He did the only thing he could think to do and leapt into the nearest body of water.

    Which was VERY deep and he was still weighted down with the sprayer full of ant killer.

    He got out, the sprayer didn’t and he lost/quit his job fast.

    Don’t mess with fire ants, they are stronger than we are.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  69. Ron, we had an Edsel, Ezel, Frelson, Elsie Belle, Buelah Mae, Corinthian, Cicero, Tecumseh (she was called Cumi) an Alabama, Wayland and those were just recent generations.

    Alabama was a female too. Why did they give women state’s names? My family liked Indian names, Greek and Roman and classical writers and celebrities. We have a Charles Lindberg and a lot of presidential names too.

    Southern names. We use double names still but not as much. My generation you were still called by both names, all run together.

    Ooops, I forgot the Frosts, the Ivorys and the Oranges. Those were all mens names and most of them fought in Civil War but names went on to modern times. All first names.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  70. Lily, if you’re still not sure what pokies are by now, you must have been scrolling past my comments. Don’t make me have to post a link to a picture. 🙂

  71. Della, I respond to every post that mentions my name. I think I have said that wallflowers at any party just have themselves to blame. At any party, whether I know anybody or not, I march myself out there and circulate and if anybody gives me a friendly look, I stick my hand out and say, “Hi, I’m Lily”

  72. Ghost, maybe JJ will do it for you with a retro comic?

    Wasn’t the female in #9 Chickweed Lane pretty risqué today? Or I guess that would take imagination to see the “backside” in that one?

    So as not to leave anyone out, that was addressed to the entire Village who reads that one.

    I am waiting for the full Monty when the German officer either gets shot or runs away. Will that be breaking new ground?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  73. Thanks so much for the link for Steve Canyon, Mark in TTown. Now if you’d just do something about getting me the money for them…. $50 a pop. Hmmm.

  74. Regarding getting stuff for projects… If you have a branch of Habitat for Humanity in your area, look to see if they have a ReStore, a “nonprofit home improvement store and donation center that sells new and gently used furniture, home accessories, building materials, and appliances to the public at a fraction of the retail price.” They don’t always have everything you might want, but what they do have is going to be a bargain. The proceeds go to support their mission.

  75. Jackie, offhand I can think of at least three A&J comics that featured pokies; however, none of them used that term, and only once was one of the little dickenses actually visible.

    I would comment on the 9CL cartoon of 6-9-14, but I think we can all agree that it speaks for itself.

  76. Good morning Villagers…

    On topic…comic strips….I remember most of the older ones mentioned above, and looked forward to the Sunday comics with great anticipation…..one of my favorites was “The Family Circus”….I think by Bill O’Keefe….I’m not sure, but I think he is no longer with us.

    Jackie…you can come to my Chicken Run anytime…..

    Slept really good last night…..and I bet you did too Sandcaster 🙂

    Yeah, I’m guilty…..

    GR 😉

    ya’ll have a blessed day

  77. RE: today’s real time….as I’ve said before, if I had to leave this house….three things go with me: my Bible, my photos, and my music.

    Nothing can replace one’s real photos….the pleasure of holding a treasured pic in one’s hands is soon to be a by gone in today’s generation. And that is sad….can’t stand to look at a pic on a I Pad, cell phone, or even one of those digital cameras….too sad.

  78. Ah yes – real photographs – I have always been the “picture taker” in my family and I have shelves of photo albums to prove it! The albums seem to be multiplying exponentially now that I have 7 grandchildren with another on the way. When I was little, the family photograph album was a single volume, with precious and rare photos of my parents and a few other family members, usually taken by real photographers because cameras were not an affordable option when they were growing up. My parents treasured their pictures and my mother was careful to go through them and divide them up among her children before she passed away. Most people, including my children, do not print out their photos, so today’s A&J really spoke to me. I will continue to print my photos; my older grandchildren enjoy looking through them when they visit, seeing their mothers as children, and themselves as babies, and it’s all worth it! 😉

  79. Debbie-

    Bil (one “l”) Keene. His brother used to live down the street from my in-laws- that’s the closest personal connection I have to a comic strip writer.

  80. Jackie: Your story reminds me of the scene in Tommy Boy:

    Bees! Bees in the car! Bees everywhere! God, they’re huge and they’re sting crazy! They’re ripping my flesh off! Run away, your firearms are useless against them! ….

    As I have mentioned many times, my wife is a Christian Romance writer. One of her coolest phrases was “she was having a CD skip moment” That describes those times when we suddenly veer off subject, sometimes in the middle of a sentence. That kind of describes us here at A&J.com

  81. One of the things an IT guy told me years ago was that while you can back up your photos everywhere and in every manner, it is best to print it out if you really want to keep it. One of the great advantages of digital photography is that I am not afraid to take a picture for fear of the cost of developing the pictures. The other is that I can share the pictures with family and friends more easily as well.

    When my Dad died, we had all of the pictures and 7 kids to split them up with. I suggested scanning all of the pictures and giving each other a CD. It took a full day (filled with laughter and tears with my siblings) but we did it. Maybe invite the kids over for a scanning party or if that isn’t feasible, hire the neighborhood teenager to come over and scan them for you.

  82. And don’t forget to note who is in the photo (and when /where if possible). Sometimes even first AND last name, or relationship….the young ones don’t know the folks now. One day they’ll want to know the stories or start tracing family trees. 🙂

  83. Jackie, I went to college with a girl named Cumi. She pronounced it Cyou-my, and I don’t know if it was short for anything. I’ve always wondered where her parents got the name. She wasn’t in my particular circle of friends, so I never asked.

    I do like to wander around our local Homely dePot because it’s quite small for a “big box” store, and I know several people who work there.

    For those who like to read A&J but have no patience with the comments we Villagers make, that’s okay. You’re just tourists here. May you be blessed elsewhere.

  84. I have several, to me, priceless photos…portraits of my grandparents; my parents three months before I was born; and my late sister; even one of my Mom when she was four years old, standing beside her grandmother. All have been scanned, printed and framed for display, with the originals kept in a safe and secure place.

  85. Good morning, Villagers. I do print out specially good or meaningful pics or even have them printed on the Internet. I have several cheap, reusable frames scattered around my room and sitting area and change them out frequently. They develop layers of photos that are fun to go through when I change things out. All my pics of me are taken by others. I am not a “selfie” type. I particularly love the ones taken by The Man In My Life.

  86. You are lucky to have those, GR6. Almost all of our old family pictures were lost to a hurricane. The ironic part was they were at my brother’s house on the gulf so that he could scan and archive all of them. Nobody predicted the storm surge to surpass 11 feet and wash away his home that had previously withstood two other hurricanes and a tornado.

  87. A number of years ago, after my paternal grandmother passed, the family homestead was purchased by one of my uncles. We later learned that his wife, who we always suspected was a few fries short of a Happy Meal, had found and disposed of several boxes of family pictures going back to the early 1900’s. I had to physically restrain one of my female cousins when our aunt explained that she “didn’t think anyone would want them”.

    So if you have such photos, make arrangements for them to be handled as part of your estate, the same way you would any other family heirlooms.

  88. I have only read Ghost’s comment but my memory hackles went up at a great-aunt who is unfortunately still alive at over 100. There was an antique chest at my great grandmother’s home that held family records, letters, photos, memorabilia that went back several generations. We were only allowed to see in it with my aunt for brief times, it was special.

    The custodial aunt had a stroke, mom and I rushed to hospital and house where I scrubbed and cleaned nonstop for about 18 hours. At 2 a.m. I told mom, “Let me throw the trunk in the van for safety.” I had premonition. Mom said premonition was ridiculous.

    Great aunt drove nonstop from Florida in her big white Cadillac for 18 hours and when we returned to house at daylight I found the empty trunk and all contents smoldering in ashes in back yard.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  89. NOW I have read everyone’s comments and I concur! Well said all.

    Seriously I lay in bed last night thinking about ancestors first or middle names. We had Aunt Tennessee, Aunt Cincinnati, my stepdad was Denver, lots of states and towns and rivers and Indian names, historic names, Washington’s and Jefferson’s and Jefferson Davis’ and presidents and generals.

    I love visiting old cemeteries, I even like looking at them as we drive past and seeing the unusual shapes in the old monuments. At fall festivals we walk through the re-enactors who tell the stories of the dead interred.

    Strange, as I plan to be cremated and there will be no monument. But youngest daughter plans to keep some ashes and inter them with her family (and the dogs’ ashes)

    Somehow that seemed relevant to today’s A & J.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  90. Jackie, my crazy mother has already purchased my burial plot, so I guess I will let them bury me there (next to her, natch) I might as well do one thing she wants me to. It’s better than getting married and having kids IMHO

  91. Not sure about that, Lily. One is temporary, the other permanent.

    My mom keeps telling me I can be buried in the plot where my step-dad’s family reposes.
    I keep saying I didn’t have anything much to say to them in life.

    Were I to be buried I would want to be with family or friends I loved or at least good conversationalists. “Our Town” had a big impact on me as a child. Thornton Wilder was someone I idolized back then.

    Love, Jackie mONIES

  92. An interesting aspect of cremation, which I’d never considered until speaking with a cousin recently: She plans to be cremated and partially interred in one state, beside her husband; in a second state, beside her mother; and in a third state, beside her father.

    Is it just me, or does anyone else think this could drive future genealogists nuts when they research cemetery records?

  93. A tiny detail of my life plot I may have omitted. My mom was dating her cousin, she married a pilot from NC who was killed. She remarried, to the cousin whom she’d sent a Dear John letter. She never had another child.

    I am doubly related to all my relatives on my maternal side to many degrees, as they began marrying the same families in the 1700’s, packed them into a wagon train for Louisiana shortly after the Revolutionary War. Arrived in LA by 1805 and stayed in same geographic area for 150 years marrying the same families!

    I found the NC bunch did the exact same thing, stayed in same tight area and married same families over and over!

    People whose ancestors kept moving got new DNA injections, those that didn’t have too much in common!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  94. I had already thought about that aspect of cremation. You can do exactly what your cousin proposes and I had thought about similar. Ditto, the daughter who plans to put our ashes in her mausoleum.

    I have an aunt plus cousins who plan to scatter all family who wish in the pond in their property. I suggested they might put up a marker for future genealogists alongside the pond.

    One thing I learned about burying cremated ashes is “NO DIY!” We had to have cemetery open a small grave and have a liner placed in open ground to place our little coffin. No boxes, bags or shoveling it into grave. Not that was ever our intent but apparently people do all of that or just sprinkle them on top.

    Apparently there is a problem in Alabama of people running out during the victory celebrations on football field and dumping ashes? I read article and saw photos. Same problem exists at Disney World.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  95. Most of my ancestors are buried in and around Fredericksburg. When I was small, we used to go out and clean the tombstones as apart of family reunions, before I got canny enough to start avoiding them. Schoolwork, y’know

  96. I know I’ve waay late commenting, but letters have gone by the wayside as well. I’ve just given back to my friends and family letters they wrote to me when we were in college that I kept over 30 years. They are as good as a journal for them. Wish they had kept my letters.

  97. Recently my Mom handed me a bundle of small envelopes. They were the cards from the floral arrangements sent to my father’s funeral. I don’t scrapbook nor have any other idea what to do with them, but it seems wrong to just discard them. Ideas, Jackie?

  98. My father kept the letters his mother sent him while he was stationed in Germany during his military service. For years they stored in a box in a closet in our basement. I knew they were there but never gave them a cursory look. I finally went looking for them when I started are family history project but somewhere along the line they must have been thrown out. I’m still mad at myself for not taking better care of them earlier.

  99. Okee dokee…then I need to get rid of a couple of links..

    Same guy comes in every week to weigh the eggs and count ‘cracks.” When he came in, Ian hollered out “James Dean”….I replied…The Eagles….both my d/a sister-in-law, and the Corp. ‘gopher’ both ‘swear’ that it was David Bowie….I new then and there I could have won a bet…but, being the humble winner that I am….I ‘wallered”, in my self indulgence of somewhat of a music enthusiast and decided not to take their money….

  100. We have a box of letters sent from my wife’s family to family back home while they were missionaries. For eight years they lived and worked in Liberia, west Africa. There are a couple of small file boxes with all the air-mail stationary, hand-written letters documenting all the happenings and general life in Liberia in the late sixties and early seventies. My wife also has a box of all the letters I sent her over the years. I haven’t done so well in recent years. It seems that letter writing is quickly becoming a lost art. Also, though it’s easier and easier to communicate we are losing much of our personal histories. It isn’t that easy to collect emails into a file box for later generations. What happens when the digital format changes, or if/when we have a global catastrophe and we lose the technology? Not having the pictures, or letters, or paper books would be a substantial loss.

  101. GR6 – I do genealogy and your thought never occurred to me! I’m trying to imagine a grave marker with a legend such as “1/3 Josephine Schmo” plus dates! Can’t imagine there’d be room for footnotes as to the location of each of the remaining thirds….

    Wife & I will be cremated, but plan for 100% of our ashes to be buried in a cemetery (partially) on the land her ancestors owned, in view of the house they built there in the 1830s and which their descendants still inhabit. We bought the lot a few years ago and even did a very poor, short dance on it just so we could say that we have danced on our own graves! I considered that a novel idea….

  102. Lilyblack- Just saw your 4:23 post. In 1962, in KS, I met a very old woman whose father – not grandfather – had been on the Union side as a quartermaster. He and his family had saved every letter he wrote and he had saved every military order he had received. The woman owned his orders stating who needed what, say, artillery at which place by which time – and so forth. I was allowed to look through a large packing carton of such, but she wasn’t of a mind to sell anything which her father had owned…not that I could have afforded to buy, anyway.
    As I was leaving, stunned at what I knew was there, she casually told me she had six more cartons of the same yet in the attic!
    What a treasure for the historian and, possibly, for the philatelic world. I never did find out what happened to that hoard. By 1980, the house had been replaced by apartments, so not even the building was still there. I can only hope her heirs did something for the improvement of educational/historical knowledge of that era.

  103. Dear Jackie Monies, Our Town is a big favorite of mine, too. The scene in the cemetery is unusual, to say the least, and very moving. We are lucky here in NH to live not too far from the original of “Grovers Corners” (well, forty or fifty miles? That’s not much to you guys out in the wide open spaces.) Wilder’s book that I used to like the best is “The Bridge of San Luis Rey” … I adored it.

    Today’s “story line” here in the Village is enormously interesting! I’ve been “glued” to the computer far longer that I intended when I began. Ancestors … with unusual names … hardware stores … old family photos and letters … cremation and cemeteries … the people here have varied and meaningful lives and stories.

    I’ve gotta say, that I cannot remember any serious personal attacks happening here; and I am a regular and very thorough reader. I’m at home nearly every day and visit this site often several times a day (as I can see lots of you do too!) I got in trouble with one fellow who took something I said very badly … apparently … I had not meant it at all in the way he took it! (No, it wasn’t you, Dave in MA) that fellow doesn’t post any more.

  104. Unfortunately too many people are like my despicable great aunt and burn it all. There were records in that trunk she burned going back to America’s colonial period and she burned it all out of hatred of her own family.

    I did rescue a few genealogical books before she could burn them because they were smaller.

    I have been dividing up photos from my grandmother’s house and trying to get them to family or someone who’d want them. Unfortunately so much stuff is not marked and no one actually knows who they are!

    Ditto furniture. My great aunt had furniture from the Arts and Crafts period that was actually quite valuable but the other great aunt thought it was hideous and either burned it or gave most to the yard man. She was so ignorant she didn’t realize it’s value.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  105. My sister-in-law does a lot of geneaology research. One of her suggestions is that you include some of your family information in the beginning of your will (I ___ daughter of ___ and ___, granddaughter of…., etc.). I believe she said that if a will goes through probate it becomes public record and the information would thus be available to any future family researchers. Her will also designates where her research results, reference materials, etc., should go; I think hers may be going to the DAR but local libraries or historical societies are other good options.

    On the subject of ashes: A dear friend, that we lost way too soon, loved to travel with his wife and family – and he still does. Whenever any of them are going to places he loved or would have loved, they take a little vial of ashes to scatter. His wife even gave some to one of his former students when he returned to his family home in Bulgaria; he had heard of their tradition and asked to share in it because Bill had meant so much to him. Not the right thing for everyone but it makes them happy.

  106. Jean dear, I ran across the “Shower Song” as sung by “Phoebe Buffay” on the TV show Friends. For some reason, it made me think of you. 😉

    I’m in the shower, and I’m writing a song,
    Stop me if you’ve heard it,
    My skin is soapy and my hair is wet
    And Tegrin, spelt backwards, is Nirget.
    Lather, rinse, repeat
    And lather, rinse, repeat
    And lather, rinse, repeat
    And lather, rinse, repeat
    As needed
    La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

  107. I think I mentioned my boating friend who died suddenly of leukemia. His family all came to our annual boating get together and brought Paul’s ashes. Another friend who used to be head of chaplains at the Air Force Academy did a lovely memorial. We sent Paul’s ashes home with over a hundred boaters to scatter in their waters. Then I solicited other boaters worldwide to scatter ashes and I mailed them all over the world. Paul went to almost everywhere except Antarctica and the North Pole. I think through the great waters of our world circulating he will live with us throughout the existence of our planet on a great journey of discovery.

    Paul would like that.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  108. Re Virgin Mindy today, I guess I’m just slow today. 25 of 148?? Help, someone, please….
    Regarding saving correspondence, I have been known to print interesting emails or other computer material. Paper copies are still the best archival material for any pictures or text.

  109. NK: VM’s post was #149. My guess is that she read the home page and saw “148 replies to ‘Oil Can Harried,’” and either did or feigned to have read through and found only 25 that interested her. Meh!

  110. Today’s posts have been so interesting, I just went back and reread the entire lot. I liked them even better with a second reading.

    One thing no one mentioned are old moving pictures of family. I had an uncle who was not only a photography nut but took movies at family events. These films are disintegrating rapidly and becoming lost.

    For our last family reunion his son had CD’s made for all of us from several of these old movies, where the family soundlessly hunted Easter eggs, gathered on great grandmother’s yard in Adirondack chairs (now gone forever) Mostly sitting or standing in lines but some where we played or were active.

    All of those long dead family alive again. What a wonderful idea and gift.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  111. Not fair, I followed Ghosts u tube link and suddenly I ended up listening to Mustang Sally and Brown Eyed Girl and Louie Louie and one led to another. I was back in college dancing to bands like Good Rockin’ Doopsie and sliding around in a pond of beer on the dance floor.

    With our clothes on, of course. But has anyone seen the old movie “Shag”? Where they pour the beer kegs on the dance floor and people do the Alligator and turn the floor into a water/beer slide?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  112. In the 1960’s some things were done in a romantic and gentile fashion, like White Rose balls or military court presentations, the sorts of things the colleges/universities approved of.
    And then there were all the unapproved events that happened every weekend in the unapproved back room bars, usually put on by fraternities but sometimes by independents.

    Truly, if you want to see a movie that portrays that period about as accurately as any, I recommend “Shag-the Movie” from 1989. My youngest daughter was 13 at the time and her best friends mother was from NC and remembered the Shag contests of her youth.

    My daughter asked if it was all true? Had I done all the things in the movie? I had to admit the author must have been along on a lot of events, especially the 1960’s parties!

    The fraternity (whose letters I don’t remember) had to buy a new dance floor which I recall as several thousand dollars after the beer pool flooding and the Alligator sliding event. I hadn’t realized it was a nationally done event until I saw the movie!

    Love, Jackie Monies (And yes, everyone ruined their clothes and we smelled of beer!)

  113. Lily luv, if you’d been to some of the parties I’ve been to, you’d have run back to your room, closed the door, locked it, and never come out. 😉

  114. There is a small detail I left out, which is I am now and have been most of my life, a teetotaler. We did most of this stuff cold sober- well, I did anyway. Some people may have actually swallowed as they wallowed.

    I found some youtube video of “Shag-the Movie” and did not actually realize it was choreographed by same guy as “Dirty Dancing”. “Dirty Dancing” is not accurate on the period of the Catskill resorts. That part about the corny activities is but the dancing is not.

    “Shag” however is. Any of the four girls could have been friends of mine. And definitely the convertible! And the music and dancing is right on.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  115. OK, college memories: the most seriously serious dance of the year was The White Rose ball. I was decorations/décor/organization chairman and absolutely positive I would be White Rose. So was most of the fraternity. What I didn’t know was my husband was proposing that night, complete with choral serenade, the works. You could not be married and be White Rose. Well, I overheard that I wasn’t the White Rose but not why. I was devastated.

    So every guy who came by told me how beautiful everything was, how much they loved me and poured a glass of champagne for me! I got totally loaded. And my husband almost did not propose to me because I was so drunk on champagne.

    He did, we got married and have been married for 48 years through some great times and some bad ones. He has been in the hospital in Tulsa all day in critical condition from his chemotherapy. I have been babysitting my 2 year old grandson and trying not to think. He is somewhat better and daughter is coming home.

    Thanks for letting me walk through the Village.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  116. It’s late in the day, so readership is likely down. Nonetheless, I just decided I needed somewhere to brag a little.
    I’ve been doing physical therapy for the knee repairs for about 6 weeks. [In case you missed it, I fell and tore ligaments in both knees last December.] The first 6 weeks after the second set of surgeries (early March) my legs were completely immobilized. They were in plaster for the first month, and locked braces after that. Almost 90 days after the surgery I started standing for 5 minutes at a time, supported with a walker. I worked up to standing for 6 increments of 5 minutes each over a period of one hour (30 minutes total vertical).
    Last week I started “walking”, shuffling my feet along a few inches at a time while I hunched over the walker, supporting much of my weight with my arms and shoulders. I progressed to the point where I could shuffle around, supported, for about 5 minutes. I did that three times in a 30 minute period. It’s been since last December, before Christmas, since I actually last walked. There was not much comparison to real walking those days, I will say.
    Today, I was determined too not give in to fatigue or pain. I managed to “walk” for two 10-minute sessions and one 9-minute session, with a straighter back and less use of my arms and shoulders than before. That was in a 45 minute period. The doctor says that I should be able to walk normally by the end of the year. It is my goal to walk normally before the end of October. We are planning to take a trip to the beach in October and I want to be able to walk on the seashore with my bride of 30+ years.
    Some of the talk here today veered toward burial, cremation, and ashes… Even though I have kidney failure and I can’t walk at the moment, I have a lot more living that I plan to do. I don’t have time to talk about being buried yet.

  117. David, when I was a florist I did some beautiful weddings but the one I will never forget was that of my hairdresser’s young daughter. She was in a horrible wreck that damaged her legs so badly she was told she would probably never walk again.

    But she wanted to walk down the aisle for her wedding, despite the fact no one thought it was possible. She did what you are doing and it is hard, gut wrenching pain.

    We made a decoration in case she had to use her walker for the walk. But she walked on her own and it was a long aisle. I don’t think there was a dry eye in that church. Her dad had been killed in a motorcycle accident when she was a baby. Her mom took a job shampooing hair to support her children. She ended up owning one of Houston’s best salons.

    And she walked her daughter down the aisle and I was crying as much as anyone.

    It takes heart and determination. And love.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  118. David in Austin, I’m still awake; ten after midnight here, but I wanted to check on our friends here before turning in.

    Many congratulations on your courage and determination! You sure have had a tough time of it since your injury. I applaud your endurance and have no doubt that you’ll reach the goal of walking on the beach.

    I wish I could work as hard as you have. After breaking a hip just three years ago, I’ve slowed down a lot. Just can’t seem to do the exercises I need to do, to get stronger, more agile, better balance. You are a fine example for me and I promise to think of you a lot as I tackle the exercises.

  119. Dear Jackie Monies, Loving thoughts are winging toward you, and I hope and wish so much that Mike will be okay. Try to get some sleep … you deserve to lie down, close your eyes and relax. Push worries aside … you don’t seem like much of a worrier, I notice! You are such a positive person.

    Lotsa love … good night.

  120. So VM thinks all but 25 of us are boring??!! I think we are an interesting, courageous, and inspirational Village, and I hereby send my love to all, especially those who are hurting mentally, physically, or emotionally. Say goodnight, Nancy.

  121. Daughter is back from hospital and her dad is more stable but up on oncology floor. I think she is the brave one. She had her dad on one floor and her father-in-law on the orthopedic surgery floor. He fell off bottom rung of ladder and broke both bones in leg, having steel rods put in.

    When her grandmother was dying she had GM and her dad on different floors in quarantine.

    She is a brave woman (daughter) She was working in Parkland in Dallas at the burns center when she met her husband who was in medical school. She followed the surgeons around and coordinated what they ordered for each patient. Which meant she was present for all surgeries and treatments, something I could not do.

    I am going to bed and I hope the rest of the Village gets some sleep too. “The village sleeps tonight…….”

    Love, Jackie Monies

  122. Good morning Villagers..

    Jackie and David….I pray for strength for both of you and your spouses, Amen.

    Sandcaster….now we’re using $50 words….. 🙂 Loon teach you that word?

    When we were going through photos at my Mom and Stepfathers’s home, there were hundreds to go through….some even dated me. I have mine in a box, hoping someday I will put them in a binder. I have my Mom and Dad’ wedding picture….1952…it’s funny how they colorized them back in that day.

    Simply…sent ya an email……….

    and as always…

    GR 😉

    ya’ll have a blessed day

  123. Miss Charlotte….keep thinking like the little red choo choo train….I know I can, I know I can. You seem to be of the positive type, I pray that you too can overcome your handicap…Amen.

  124. Blink the Wnder WOmbat

    Blinky…I copied and pasted your post name and that’s how it came out…..sorry, but, Hey, thanks for the info on the Family Circus…pretty cool that his brother lived near you your in-laws.

    I guess you’re Blinky the Wonder Wombat….sometimes I get fat ginfers too 🙂

    Time to get the boys up for ………………. Chicken Run 🙂

  125. Debbe, five postings in a row; a near A&J record. No Loon was not responsible, though she is a vocabulary expander. And, yes I slept sound last night.

  126. Debbe-

    Fat fingers, a sticky keyboard, and lack of time always results in some interesting results on the screen. Maybe I’ll start using “Blink the Wnder WOmbat” as my evil other self…

  127. We were at a family reunion over the weekend, and it was sad to see how few of us there are these days. One of my cousins has several photo albums with the really old family photos and she and my sister have begun plans to get together and scan on all the photos as well as adding the whos and wheres to each one.

    Ghost, thank you for the song! That does sound like a few songs I’ve sung in the shower. 😉

    As to the scattering of ashes, my mother-in-law passed away last year, and her wish was to have her ashes scattered off the top of Stone Mountain, as she had lived at the foot of the Mountain for over 20 years and climbed it often. Her sisters, though, wanted her buried in the family plot near them in South Georgia. Finally we sent a scoop of her ashed to the family, and scattered the rest as she wished.

  128. Good morning, Villagers. Sunny and pretty, here. The Boss Of My Life did a percutaneous cholecystectomy this morning, “and I helped.” Mainly by sitting there uttering encouraging words. Then we made rounds and I pushed the dressing cart. I love our patients. I have christened one of them “Blinky,” cos he is always asleep when we get there and cross till I josh him a bit. Then he starts smiling. No, he is not a wombat but it is a wonder he is still with us.

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