Thursday, August 4, 2011
I have over two posts of barn quilts, I have stopped for every one I see this last month. Sometimes I like the barns just as well if not better.
When this vehicle arrived in town it sometimes would serve hotdogs, whistles shaped like the truck and at one time hotdog shaped bubble gum which I would love to have some now.
What cheer many of you had
When you saw the watertower claim
You could live in such a cheery town
With such a lovely name.
Sing me a love song
Sing your heart out to me
The locusts all join in
A lovely symphony.
A different pose by a Giant Swallowtail, looking it in the eyes.
An email came announcing a reunion for everyone who attended the same high school. He really hadn’t gone to too many for his own class but always had fun. It was funny to go to his last one and seeing all the gray-haired people hanging out where he was to attend. A friend asked if he thought another group was meeting there, but looking at his thin white hair he laughed that he would even be confused. He had talked so much and enjoyed himself well that he thought he might try it for this event. He wrote a few ladies to try and find out if they attended and hoped one might say he should join her. It didn’t happen, but he was happy to give it a try on his own. Always try something if you never have he thought. Life is too short to miss out on anything offered. When he retold some of his tales he often heard the excuse that they always wanted to do a particular activity. The wrong comments to say he felt, and usually encouraged them to give it a try with him.
Sometimes a sad event at getting together with friends was relating those they all shared as friends and had lost in the recent past. A sign of age is first hearing of grandparents leaving our world and then it progressed down the generations. At this part of his life very few friend’s parents were still around. He always took pride in reading a verse or offering a eulogy to the families whom had lost their loved ones. He was informed of a lose of a boyhood friend, and he thought of all what to say to address the family well. The funny thought was a nickname given to this man that often made it hard to call him by his Christian name. He sat down with a few friends and was given reviews of everyone. He had written names on a piece of paper to keep everyone straight. Each time he had to think while discussing adventures to not use his nickname. Sitting down with his mother she made all brief and to the point, she failed to remember him very well. Finally that evening he assembled with the man’s children and they all understand who he talked about when talking about the Mad Dog.