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Our Daily Thread 6-13-14

Good Morning!

And Happy Flag Day.

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Todays header photo is where I’ll be spending my morning. 🙂

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On this day in 1775 the Continental Army was founded by the Second Continental Congress for purposes of common defense. This event is considered to be the birth of the United States Army. On June 15, George Washington was appointed commander-in-chief.

And in 1777 the Continental Congress in Philadelphia adopted the “Stars and Stripes” as the national flag of the United States. The Flag Resolution stated “Resolved: that the flag of the United States be made of thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new Constellation.” On May 20, 1916, President Woodrow Wilson officially proclaimed June 14 “Flag Day” as a commemoration of the “Stars and Stripes.”

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Quote of the Day

“You have to think anyway, so why not think big?”

Donald Trump

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Today is Burl Ives’ birthday. From The Mouse Castle

On this day in 1965 this was recorded.

And here’s a bonus medley from Burl, with Johnny.

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Anyone have a QoD?

125 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 6-13-14”

  2. Good early morning. That lake or big pond is gorgeous. What a treat to be by it or on it.

    Have a good Saturday all!
    Have a good sleep, Jo!.

    We have fog this morning. Might be left over steam from when I mowed late yesterday.

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  3. Jo had dinner guests, and she made a great meal (not sure of the timing on that). It was mentioned on the thread late last night.

    Is this the weekend some of you are meeting up with Ajisuan?

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  4. Good morning! Hope all of you have a good day today. Tonight we’re going to a graduation party; our niece/goddaughter graduated from high school one week ago.

    Also, today is:

    ❤ 28 years since I married the man I love ❤

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  5. The clip is 9 minutes long. But it’s worth it to hear John & Burl sing “Lorina”. I don’t think I have that.
    Do any of you know what “goober peas” are? There was a guy in high school nicknamed “Goober”. Long before the TV character.
    I need to go put out the flag.

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  7. I have listened to this clip many times. I used to have an album that had Burl Ives singing Goober Peas…and yes I know what they are. I tried to link all of these one time for Michelle.

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  8. Happy anniversary 6 arrows!

    I must have heard Chas heckling us to get up already. But it’s really too early to be up out here.

    I think the photo is a river. ? Whatever it is, it looks very east coast-y.

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  9. Good Morning…we love Burl Ives….have you ever seen the movie So Dear to My Heart….that is our all time favorite….and now I am very curious as to what are Goober Peas!
    It is hot here this weekend…I even got a bit of a burn yesterday at the Antique Fair in Littleton yesterday…it was 91 degrees up there!
    Now I have to run out and get Paul’s Father’s Day present a little later on…he wants new sunglasses and a new pair of bike gloves…today he is getting altitude hiking Pikes Peak! Happy Father’s Day tomorrow to all the Dads…I know what a blessing a Daddy is to a girl…and I sure miss mine 😦

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  10. We are all getting together July 6th. Three weeks from now. Seeing the size of the black snake Daughter in Law posted on FB yesterday I am a little nervous about visiting them in their new home. This isn’t the first snake she has posted that they have found in their yard. They live near a body of water. I will have to look at a map to find out which–Maryland is full of water. The exterminator was there yesterday and assured her this was a “good” snake—as if– and that it would eat poisonous snakes. hmph. I told her I did’t want to teach Precious Baby Boy any fun new words he shouldn’t know. Maybe while I am there I should get them an outside cat, except I am afraid it would bring it’s prize to the back door for praise.

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  11. Donna you are up early!! And here I thought I was up early! My coffee maker has just beeped…I really shouldn’t be typing anything before my first cup of coffee…hope what I have written has made some semblance of sense 🙂
    And yes…Happy Anniversary 6arrows!!

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  15. Our six hour drive took 8!

    Kids were great, Grammy was exhausted from singing Old MacDonald Had a Farm, so has decided to let it go . . .

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  17. I told you before that I’ve been writing a short autobiography. Mostly, it’s an annotation of pictures I’ve made and collected during the years. It isn’t very long, just a recount of events. I was re-reading it and came across this. I thought you might be interested because it shows a bit of the way schools were run in 1942.

    “I was in the fifth grade at Craft Elementary School. The boys and girls were segregated at recess. At lunchtime, they gave me some milk and a sandwich to eat. I didn’t have any money, so I declined it. They insisted that I take it. It wasn’t until I was grown that I realized that I was on a free lunch program. I couldn’t imagine getting something free. I don’t know how the Charleston school system knew we needed it. I never got anything in Spartanburg. My parents probably never knew that I got free lunch. I don’t remember how nutrition was at home, but mother made us take a spoonful of cod liver oil every day. I really liked Craft School. Miss Pringle was my teacher in the sixth grade. (Saying “miss” doesn’t mean that she wasn’t married, they were all “Miss Something”. I never said “Mrs.” Pronounced “miseries”). She was an ancient redheaded women, (probably about 35). Her class was on the third floor and there were no elevators. We would stand beside our desks and pray for the boys (not men, boys) at Guadalcanal. She didn’t know it was unconstitutional and likely didn’t care. She was mean. She disciplined us by making us hit our own hands with a ruler. I learned that you can’t appear to come down hard and hit soft. I had to go through the drill again, only harder.”

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  18. Thanks for posting that excerpt, Chas. Very interesting and very different. I find that the boys and girls tend to segregate themselves sometimes. So glad that you are saving some memories for others.
    I could not get on the internet earlier. Now it is working again. Woke up and thought that I would try again in the middle of the night. Time for some sleep.

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  21. I really enjoyed reading what you wrote, Chas. It’s funny but my most vivid memories from school are from when I got in trouble for doing something that. the teacher thought I should not be doing. It was not a yearly event even. It really depended on the teacher. How can a child who is determined to be an A conduct student by most teachers be on a teacher’s bad list? One teacher hated me. Other students noticed and would ask what the teacher had against me. Not a good year.

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  22. Maybe I reminded her of the little girl who pulled her pigtails when she was young? I always wondered why she had such a dislike for me, but was not brave enough to ask.

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  26. I enjoyed your excerpt, Chas. It is good to document. Life changes so much it is easy to assume things have always been a certain way.

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  27. The segregation of boys and girls for gym was something we took for granted in the 60’s. Such a thing is unheard of today.

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  28. Janice, one of my daughters ended up in a situation with a teacher. Her best friend was really disliked by the teacher. Thank the Lord, I was there enough, volunteering, so that I saw what was happening. It was a bad time, but it could have been worse. What a relief the next year was!

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  29. Sixteen year old daughter has begun her clinical training at a care center. She came home the first day absolutely appalled at the treatment accorded the patients. She said she was amazed at the language the workers used and that they used the same language in front of the patients. She was appalled at the interaction between workers and patients. She was disturbed that people would stand around discussing how drunk they were going to get that weekend, and they were parents. I reminded her that that is the same behavior she had witnessed with public school scenarios and it was just a case of those children growing up and living what they had found to be okay to their peers and teachers. I am glad she noticed. I also reminded her that that might just be why so many people hope never to end up in such a situation and why I keep a guest room for my dad and father in law in case it ever comes to that time. And finally, I reminded her that she does not need to treat the patients that way or join in the discussion. If she does not want to, the best thing to do is to drop the bombshell and tell them she is a believer. She said they had been told in class that they could not share their faith at work. She asked why that was the case when the other workers were sharing their faith by telling of their foul behaviors. The instructor said it is just different, that is why. Daughter had some support with a couple of other believers in class.

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  30. It’s so good you are writing our memories down, Chas, I wish I had a hard copy of some of the stories my grandpa told. They are lost forever.

    Congrats to the 6’s

    Kim, some snakes ARE good, although I know you will never be convinced of this. 🙂

    Michelle, we once had an 8 hour trip take 12 hours with our toddler son – ugh. I sang Jesus Loves Me, over and over and over and over… And there was no such thing as a DVD player or iPads to entertain him with. We did stop and let him run at several of the beautiful rest areas, but that just made it take longer 🙂

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  31. Such a sad thing to think of Mumsee. I had a horrible 4th grade year. Myra Neville was my teacher. The very first day of school she looked at my mother and said, “Mrs B. I’ve heard about you”. It was down hill from there. If mother made an appointment with principal they would convince her not to move me to the other fourth grade class room because it would “let me get my way”. If my father was going to attend one of the meetings she would cancel. She would tell other children what grade I would get before I turned a project in. When a group of girls got in a squabble she would make me eat my lunch alone. She told my aunt one day that she hoped I was getting braces that day, “Kim’s teeth are quite funny and the other children laugh at her”. When we took our fourth grade field trip to the state capital she made a snide comment to my mother about :”some parents and how they over dress their children”. That night as we returned and were getting off the bus she was shoving me off the bus until some very large hands reached up and caught me.
    This was private school so my parents were paying her to mistreat me. The cautionary tale here is that if a child who has loved school hides their uniform in various places throughout the house and crawls under the be ever morning pay attention.
    I though maybe in my mind I had blown the whole thing out of proportion until daddy and my stepmother got married and he moved. I was in the attic and found a box of papers it in were a collection of notes sent to and from school that year. She was as awful as I remembered.

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  32. Apparently, during VBS they made cell phones. Twelve year old daughter has been playing with hers with six year old. Every conversation ends with twelve year old saying “amen”, I don’t know why.

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  33. Thank you for your anniversary wishes for us!

    Chas, thanks for your 11:08. I enjoyed reading that excerpt.

    Michelle, so sorry about all that at the commencement.

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  34. Mumsee, we don’t know why, but it sounds good.

    Elvera loves weddings. I’m always amused by them. Everyone is chatting away. The pastor and groom walk in and no one pays attention. Then the piano starts playing and the bride walks in and everyone stands. The only thing the groom has to do is be there. As my nephew once said, “be there, on time, dressed right and sober”.
    It was a nice wedding. A couple of hundred were there. She is church hostess and he is a deacon.
    On Sunday mornings, Elvera always selects a place near the center of the pew. Later a young (in our terms, they are probably 20 or so years younger) couple comes in and she sits beside me.
    Same thing today.

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  35. I mentioned the lady who sits beside me on the left side? That means I sit between two lovely ladies.
    Keep that in mind.

    Last winter Elvera bought a coat. She had been looking at it and it finally went on sale for $49. It’s a nice coat. That Sunday, she wore her new coat to church.
    It just happened that the lady on my left was wearing exactly the same coat. No one said anything. Especially not me.
    I have seen neither of them in that coat again. I haven’t mentioned this event to Elvera, and likely won’t.

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  36. Our priest has brought back the marriage banns. A young couple in our church are getting married the end of the month. He announced it last Sunday and will again for the following two Sundays. He explained that a wedding is a very public acknowledgement of the marriage. Even I, who will not be invited now knows about it. He explained that the part of the marriage ceremony that asked “if anyone knows why these two people cannot be joined in marriage …. comes from this and gave time for anyone in the community to speak up. Of course the father of the bride is on the Vestry with me, so I told him last Sunday with the cost of a wedding perhaps the priest should have started announcing it last year 😉

    I am finding myself uncomfortable at weddings. They are so young, so in love and luv, they don’t know what lies ahead of them and that not every day is going to be sunshine and roses. I find myself almost embarrassed to watch the love and intimacy of the ceremony. I almost feel like a wedding is too private for the mere guest to witness.

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  38. Goober peas, BTW, are peanuts.
    I told you before that I used to sell peanuts on the Battery in Charleston in 1941/42. A basket each of boiled and parched peanuts. The problem with parched peanuts is that they make you thirsty. There was nothing to drink down there. Still isn’t.

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  39. That was a good clip by Carrie Underwood. I was surprised that it opened for me.
    She has an excellent voice and if very pretty. I don’t follow contemporary country, so I was surprised at how good she is. The guitar break is good too.
    I just hope Carrie understands what she is singing.

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  42. Many years ago, Husband bought me a nice functional oak dining room table. Big enough for several people. Over the years, I have tried to refinish it to clean it up and make it newish. The children have taken no regard of that and just tossed dishes down with no attention to whether it would melt the varnish or whatever. But recently, two of the boys decided it was so bad they would refinish it. They did a fine job and it is interesting to see how careful they are about it now! And the reminders by leadership they give the others. Ownership matters.

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  44. Am I being too obnoxious? A lot of people on here pray for us, and I want them to know what God is doing. These are tremendous young adults and I am very pleased with them. They are not perfect and recently were removed from all chores, leaving all chores to me as the younger four are not capable yet. Even though two are twelve and the six year old can do them all but that is a bit much to ask of a six year old. Anyway, the thing we are working on now is balance. They have so deeply committed themselves to working, they don’t have time for things around here. I tell them they need to find the balance. Work, volunteer work, family work, personal work, play, school, and rest. It is all important.

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  45. Mumsee you are never obnoxious…I on the other hand know that I sometimes am…I think we all love to hear from the Nest and what is going on and what God is doing.

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  46. Mr P and I decided to go out this afternoon and celebrate Father’s Day and miss the crowds tomorrow.
    We went to the Tin Top (our second date restaurant)

    http://tintoprestaurant.com/ourmenus/bonsecour-menu/

    We had the seafood stuffed mushroom, the fried green tomatoes Tin Top, I had the Tin Top Platter and he had the prime rib po boy.
    Of course we ordered off of the lunch menu which had smaller less expensive portions but we still brought home bread and au jus for the Puppy Dogs and enough for us to have lunch tomorrow in left overs.

    Now we are couch slugs. Now it is time to feed Amos and Lulabelle…they will be so happy

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  47. Mumsee, I was not implying that you were being obnoxious. The ??? was to question if the encouragement I hear is real. Sounds like it is. I am thankful for that.

    Kim, Chuck used to work at a restaurant part time, usually on Sat. & Sun. He said he could never get Mother’s Day off, even if he were dying. But Father’s Day? Anytime. Likely not many crowds for Father’s Day. Mom is more likely to whip up a nice home cooked meal on those days.
    We usually manage to bring home something when we go out to several places. Always at Applebys and Outback. .

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  49. Mumsee, how encouraging that your child noticed and shared with you. She will be noticed by her difference. Her light will shine in that place and be appreciated.
    Thanks for sharing. Of course, we all know that, when you try, you can be obnoxious!! 🙂 ❤
    49!

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  50. Always good to hear about the good stuff at the Nest 🙂 The story of the cell phones had me remembering the first time I had to leave a longish message on an answering machine. At the end I said, “amen”. I think it’s because when one talks out loud to an invisible person, one is usually praying?!

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  51. Chas- Great to remember what went before. My school had separate area of the playground for the various grades, and the girls always segregated away form the boys. I think sometimes teachers would keep us apart.

    And I remember hearing that goober peas referred to peanuts.

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  52. Our playgrounds weren’t separated but the boys tended to play with the boys and the girls with girls. One day the teachers organized a co-ed softball time so we girls showed up with our baseball gloves (but still wearing dresses). The boys hated it, really, but we girls had fun.

    The next day it was back to hop scotch, handball, four-square and tether ball for the female set, giving the grassy field back to the boys (not by any set rules, but by custom).

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  58. well well, what a surprise. I guess those other old codgers from fifty seven could not keep up with the girl. You mean like that, Jo?

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  61. from there it is just a hop, skip, and a jump to one hundred….unless Donna is around, in which case, better bring a snorkel and fins.

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  65. I’m too tired to stick around. So the next time I get on here tomorrow afternoon, mumsee will probably have gotten 75, 100, 125 and 150. But then, she sometimes claims them whenever it suits her.

    So, in honor of Mumsee’s rules: 75! (Even if this is only 65 by the counter at the top of the comments.)

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  67. So, fifteen year old was coming back from getting firewood with a couple of guys and stopped to refuel. A guy approached him and explained he was out of gas and needed gas to get home. Son had him pull up and filled the tank for him. Eighty dollars. What would you have done? Would you have filled the tank? Put in a few gallons? Told him to have a nice day? I am proud of son, it is his money. And we are called to give. But there are so many hucksters out there….I would have done the same which is why I no longer give any or very rarely. Husband finally said I needed to just leave it to him. I agreed.

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  68. Wow, more praises from the nest. God is sending a lot of encouragement to you, Mumsee. Thanks for sharing with us, so we can be encouraged too.
    I just posted on Facebook that I was in tears after church today. As I picked up the offering baskets, I stopped near Carrie Jones holding Seth and just stared at the little guy. He is such a miracle and that God brought him here. Wow My eyes teared up

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  69. At Craft School, the boys and girls were separated at recess by a fence.
    In the 40’s, Charleston had a high school for the boys and one for the girls. Charleston High was an all boys school. I don’t remember what the girls school was called. That made the Charleston High Bantams a strong football team.
    Charleston also had Bishop England HS, a Catholic school and Porter Military Academy. A high school with military training. There was tuition cost for those two.

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  72. Happy Father’s Day everyone. I was relieved to see we were able to take our Father’s Day photo that went with my story in time last night to make the paper today. It was a family of (mostly) doctors and coordinating schedules was a bear. But they were all going out for an 8 p.m. Father’s Day dinner Saturday night and we managed to get them to gather a little earlier, by 7:30, which helped. But it still cut it very short for our Saturday evening print deadlines. Whew.

    Feeling a little muddled this morning, I woke up convinced it was Monday. I mean really convinced it was Monday. 😮

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  74. Donna, how could you be muddle-minded? You’ve stolen my job! Or, that makes at least two muddle-minded souls around here. My schedule never seems to have consistency so it is difficult to keep track of the days. And Miss Bosley, even with her exceptional cleverness, can’t help me with human time frames. All she know is playtime, naptime dinnertime, blinds-messing time, pounce time, brush time, litterbox time, and purr time.

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  76. I overslept this morning. I was awake from 3 to 5 and when I got back to sleep I slept until 9:30. I don’t know the last time I slept that late. Obviously we missed church. May try to catch the 5pm service.
    Mr. P had an excellent Father’s Day so far. He got a deep sea fishing trip–I scoped out the boat. I won’t be going. Perhaps he can take his youngest son with him. He also got some new bbq tools because weekend before last when we had grilled hamburgers he couldn’t find his metal flipper and had to wrap one in aluminum foil.
    No we are going to test how well his new beach umbrella works. They had them on sale at World Market. I had put up the tools and umbrella and just remembered that he had more gifts.

    Happy Father’s Day to all of our resident fathers. In my opinion your children were lucky to have you. I had a pretty great one myself.

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  77. I love to hear what is happening at the nest, also.

    That was sad, Kim, how you were treated at that school. Some adult should have stepped in. We did what we could at our daughter’s school. So did some other adults. In fact, half the school left the year we did, including some faculty. Unfortunately, there are sadists out there and they gravitate to places they can get away with their cruelty. Children are so vulnerable.

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  78. Thank you again for the kind anniversary wishes yesterday. 🙂 And Happy Father’s Day today to all the dads here.

    I got to see my dad yesterday — at my niece’s (his granddaughter’s) graduation party. Mom and Dad were excited that 1st and 2nd Arrows were able to be at the party. They hadn’t seen the older since Christmas and the younger since Thanksgiving. The adult grandchildren get so busy with school and work (and 2nd Arrow currently lives four hours away from them), that they don’t see their older grandchildren as much as their younger ones. (Speaking of the ten that live in the Midwest, not the four who live on the East Coast.)

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  79. We haven’t seen our son since Christmas break which went into January. Long time no see. Bosley is the new kid on the block. I know she’s not a teenager yet because she hasn’t mastered eye-rolling. I can’t wait!
    🙄

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  80. Thanks for the link to the Philippians memorization program, Janice. Looks good.

    I own an e-book on Philippians 2 which is a handwriting/vocabulary/copywork/dictation/memory program. Fourth Arrow is currently working through the cursive part of the program. (We also have the manuscript version.) I like the program, but it only contains part of Philippians: chapter two, verses 1-18, so the program you linked to is much more complete, although the program I have may only be a small part of what is available. (It’s title is Write Through the Bible, so I’m guessing there is more, or that there will be more to come.)

    Mumsee, I appreciated your comment at 5:03 yesterday about encouraging your children that they need to find the balance between “work, volunteer work, family work, personal work, play, school, and rest.” Good list. I copied it down on a piece of paper. That was my copywork. 😉

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  82. Our sermon was on Romans 8:31: “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”

    He promises to preserve us and strengthen us through whatever we encounter.

    “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” (Isa. 41:10).

    “It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in; who brings princes to nothing, and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness” (Isa. 40:22, 23)

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  83. Thanks Aj. I got a phone call from my child.
    I knew I would. He asked how we are. I said, “Fine, you?”, He said, “Fine, we had the herd (all of his) over. Everyone brought a dish and I cooked burgers. It’s better than trying to take all those people out.” I said, “Yeah.”
    Silence.
    “You wanna talk to your mom?”
    “Sure”
    They talked for fifteen minutes.
    She can always talk about something.
    I can’t.
    But, you think I’m doing that now, I’ll bet.

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  85. Chas, my dad doesn’t talk long on the phone, either. Mom usually answers the phone, and if she doesn’t, it’s not long before Dad says, “Here, I’ll let you talk to Ma.” 😉

    Donna, Romans 8 is one of my favorite chapters (maybe THE favorite) of the Bible. Many gems there.

    We have a sermon series going for the month of June on Joseph (in Genesis). Three installments so far, and all three of our pastors have preached once this month.

    I liked today’s epistle reading. I turned to it in my Bible and saw that I had underlined all the verses in today’s selected part, 2 Corinthians 12:7-10:

    And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.

    For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.

    And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

    Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.

    Verse 9 comes to my mind often, especially the first part, “My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” That always brings me a lot of comfort.

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  87. Time to get ready for work with 1 1/2 days of school left. They posted pics from my family reunion and I saw all my kids and grands all together. I’m happy, well sorta…

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  88. Yes, our pastor said he’s decided to spend the rest of his preaching career in Romans 8. 🙂 We’ve been going all the way through Romans 8 for a few months now, it’s been excellent.

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  89. I have some kitchen clean-up to do. Maybe I’ll come sneak a peek here every now and then to make sure anyone isn’t sprinting through the 90’s like nobody’s business. 😉

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  91. Yes, tomorrow is Monday for The Real and several other people, but not Jo. Today is her Monday, and tomorrow is her Monday yesterday.

    Or something like that.

    Clear? Sounds like something maybe Abbott & Costello could explain.

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  93. I’m tired, do I really have to head to school. Pray for energy, wisdom and creativity. That it would be a fun, joyful day, because I am not feeling that now.

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  94. LOL!

    I went to a one-room country school in the 60s, but I don’t remember that song. 😉

    Alright, you all have a fun run to 100. I got it twice last week, so I’ll let someone else get it today. I just have such good manners and all, you know.

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  103. Happy Fathers Day to all the fathers here!

    We have stopped giving presents for Mothers Day, Fathers Day, &, now that the girls are adults, even birthdays, except for Forrest’s, of course. We usually have a nice dinner together, either making something special at home or going out to a restaurant (not often, though), with a special dessert.

    I hope that when we can afford more, we can again start giving the girls birthday presents. As for presents for Lee & me (birthdays, Mother’s Day, Fathers Day), we haven’t done that in a long time, & we are fine with that.

    Today we had one of Lee’s favorites, take-out Chinese food. He paid for that, but Emily & Chrissy bought dessert.

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  104. It really is the simple pleasures Karen. This year we were in a position to do nicer things for each other and considering that Mr. P gave me an excellent mother’s day present when I am not the mother of his children…I felt I needed to do something special for him. The man who is the father of my child once informed me that I wasn’t his mother, so he didn’t buy me a gift. I probably could have gone without the gift but the sentiment hurt. He is a different person today and will be keeping Amos while Mr. P and I got to Maryland. Lulabelle is going to Pensacola to stay with Youngest Son.
    This afternoon we went and sat by the Bay. He had his new umbrella and I had a new book. He listened to music, I read. Every now and then we would talk. I went to the bar of the American Legion to get something to drink. I also got sidetracked by boiled peanuts but that is a different story. On the way in a ran into a guy I used to know and his brother. We all chatted. In the bar a Boy- read way to young—tried his best to flirt with me, even going so far as to tell me I looked like an artist. I had to laugh and tell him my stick people didn’t even look like stick people.

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  105. The phone conversation made me laugh. I had to read that to my husband, since he does the exact same thing. He is talking to daughters, though, so does talk longer than if it were a son, I think. Still, it is long before he turns the phone over to me.

    I actually heard the Chicken Fat song in college, when I had several Elementary Ed. PE classes. I recently heard it on an ad. Perhaps you did too, Donna. I hadn’t heard it for years. I believe I still have the record.

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  106. Now I am thinking I may have been exposed to that recording in a high school PE class. I guess I am old, since I am not sure. 🙂

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  107. Kim, be nice to the boy. If he’s that age, he may have a fragile ego. You don’t need to encourage him to make advancements, but no “Scram kid” either. I’m thinking here of when I was a young guy, shy and backward.
    And afraid of girls.
    I never thought of the girls sitting at home wishing someone would call.
    As I said, I was a dumb kid.

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  108. My dad was a talker so he would have long telephone conversations with a cousin. I should say he tried to, but cousin’s wife would get on the phone and maybe talk a lot so the guys couldn’t talk that much.

    My husband and our son talk music, sports and some film. So they can have a fun conversation. I am glad they have those things in common. I would talk politics with son, but he is not to interested in that. We mostly talk about church, his classes, how he is doing with fixing food for himself, what social activities he is involved with and maybe how his car is doing. He also will specifically ask me for prayer when needed.

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  109. Kathleena, yes, I also have heard that commercial and that’s what sparked the memory of the song from when I was a child. I seem to remember my mom having a real liking for it, but I’d forgotten all about it. It is kind of catchy.

    I just watched a very scary haunted house/exorcism movie (The Conjuring, well done actually). Afterward I heard one of the doors in my house start to creak open … I hate when that happens.

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  110. Interestingly, I just finished a lengthy conversation with twelve year old daughter, discussing the spirit world. What we know about it, what we don’t. Asking if the things she thinks are rooted in the Truth or just stuff put in their by others. We are still rooting out the movies she watched in her pre nest years. To her, they are absolute truth, but she loves the Bible and has hope now so we are trying to work through all that, comparing it with Scripture. A long process, especially for one who thinks as concretely as she does.

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  111. Donna – Is that the one that features “demonologists” Ed & Lorraine Warren? The Warrens lived here in Connecticut, & my parents & I went to a speaking engagement of theirs, at least 30 years ago (before I was saved).

    Anyone else familiar with them?

    I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about one of their stories. Maybe I’ll tell that one in the daytime sometime.

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  112. Kim – Sounds like a lovely day. Yes, it is the little things that make life so enjoyable.

    Our thought on honoring one another on Mothers’ Day or Fathers’ Day is that I am the mother of his children, & he is the father of mine. (What a coincidence, huh?!)

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  113. I don’t know if I’ve posted sine I finally got a photo of a male hummingbird where his red parts actually look red (rather than black).

    Anyway, I understand the “reasoning” behind getting a spouse a gift for Mother’s / Father’s Day, but my husband isn’t my father, and it’s enough to tell him periodically what a great dad he is (and he is!) and he tells me I’m a wonderful mother to the girls. (I love it that he doesn’t say “wonderful stepmother.” These are the only children I’ll ever have, and they’re my kids!) To get a card could work, but seems unnecessary–especially when we already have Valentine’s Day, birthdays, Christmas, and anniversary that “require” at least a card! And I make a card and we buy a gift for his parents on those days, and we don’t need an additional task of having to do something for each other, too.

    Re men talking on the phone: with the right person I can talk three or four hours, but offhand I can only think of two such people with whom I have done so, one of them being my sister. I’m often the “observer” in a room, though I can carry my own in a conversation if I know the people well. My husband is quite the talker, though. When we were courting (long-distance), we tried to limit our phone calls to two hours a day, but found it hard. We’d talk once a day, usually two to three hours, and later we’d have one long call and then a shorter one when he was heading for bed, but once we got “officially” engaged all the “rules” on length and time of calls headed out the window and we’d just call each other. We tried not to keep the other person from work needing to be done, but we rarely ever talked less than two hours a day, and sometimes several.

    I have some regrets that we have only cell phones, not a landline, and one reason is that with a landline you talk with whoever answers the phone even if you called for someone else, and with a cell phone you call the person you want to speak to. So his parents usually talk to him, and when the girls are away at school they usually talk to him. He’ll talk for 20 minutes to an hour with any of them. If my phone rings and I’m in the other room, if he sees that it’s someone he knows, he’ll answer it. (And I’ll do the same for him.) So I do end up talking with people sometimes, and he’ll end up talking to one of my siblings for a while, but I’d still prefer a household phone. (Where we live it isn’t feasible, but we may move someday. We’ve talked about doing so in a few years.)

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  115. Karen, yes, I believe those were the people.

    shiver.

    I watched the first part and, naturally found out that the family’s dog, Sadie (who looked like a red/white bc or Aussie) refused to go into the home on the day they moved. Smart. Dogs know.

    Although she also was found dead the next day, naturally.

    I have a theory about dogs in moves — they always (almost) wind up dead.

    😦

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  117. Well, it’s a little early, but I wish all of you a good summer. For a number of weeks now, I’ve been considering taking an internet break for the summer — yes, the whole summer!

    I also thought about starting the break early, one week early, to be specific, having it coincide with our anniversary, which is now past.

    Since Mondays always seem (to me) to be good days to start new things, tomorrow is the day I’m starting my hiatus. I’m going to put my daughter in charge of checking my email to alert me to anything which may need to be called to my attention in a timely manner, but I, personally, plan to stay off the computer for everything for the whole summer (plus these few days leading up to the season).

    I wish you all a wonderful summer with many blessings, and I’ll “see” you a few months down the road from now. 🙂

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  118. May the road rise up to meet you
    May the wind be always at your back
    May the sun shine warm upon your face
    And the rains fall soft upon your fields
    Until we meet again, my friend
    Until we meet again
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

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  119. Well, bye, 6 Arrows . . .

    Got home from Santa Barbara at 5:00. Party started here at 5:30
    With me as cook. Celebrated birthday, Father’s Day, graduation and VBS-eve. Lovely weekend; adorable grandchildren did well, I’m exhausted!

    Thanks to any or all who prayed. It went well and we’re now done with undergraduate college. 15 years has kept us young!

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  120. So long 6 arrows….until we meet again….have a most blessed summer and I will be very impressed if you can stay away from tech stuff for 3 months 🙂
    It has been a sweet Father’s Day around here…our daughter Katie had us over and we had a cookout at her place…the grandkids painted Papa special paintings which will now be framed and placed on the wall of his office 🙂
    Today I “sealed the deal” for my 60th birthday present….the present will come home one week after my birthday….but, I get to visit him as much as I like in the meantime….if you look on FB and you will see his furry face….we are so excited 🙂

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  121. Mumsee, so glad that you are getting to talk through those movies, little by little. I think that is why I read so much. I don’t like to be left with all those visual images that stay with you forever.
    Of course, I suppose all of you are asleep…

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  122. Hey Jo! I’m not sleeping… I was, but awakened a little bit ago and can’t fall back to sleep!

    6arrows: We will miss you!

    Big news in San Antonio tonight–congratulations to the Spurs!!!

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  123. Alas, I’m not sleeping either: yowling cat at 1:15 and now I’m keeping tabs on my washer, trying to figure out why it shuts off 5 minutes into the cycle, sigh.

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