GOD first...Heavenly Father, guide and strengthen us as we follow in faith, ever watching for signs of Your gracious love through Your Amazing Grace. Tears in our heart express the longing that we share when some of those we have known are lost. Help us, with the understanding and Your Almighty Power to heal and comfort us as we journey in life each day. We pray in the name of our Dear Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.
Pray for those who are ill, grieving, suffering, or are in harm's way.
My favorite joke of the day: Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were there for only about 10 minutes.
When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, 'Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?' He ignored us and kept writing the ticket. I called him a naughty word. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.
So my wife called him an a__hole. He finishes writing the second ticket and puts it with the first ticket and puts them under the wiper blade on the windshield. Then starts writing the third ticket. This went on for another 20 minutes.
The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote. As a small crowd gathered to witness what was going on, we quietly slipped to the corner of the block and when the bus came by---we got on and went home. Don't mess with old people!
People here in Nordheim have a knack of looking out for each other and when there is something to do or there is a need, it doesn't take long, somebody will know about it and get the whole community involved. The Vance Frosch Scholarship Fund Raiser was held this past Monday evening with a meal and, instead of driving to nearby towns for a meal, most contributed to the fund in one way or another.
This next weekend will be a busy place at the Nordheim Shooting Club with the big Tractor Pull & etc. Weather permitting, there will be a big crowd taking in all the events as they have in the past. All this and the information you need, just go on facebook. It's all there.
At Koffee Klatch, Dennis reminded me of a story I had forgotten a long time ago while I was still in the Army in Pennsylvania. As a gate guard at the launch area of the 176 AAA Missile Battalion, I saw a lady bailing hay on the property next to the road going up to the securely fenced base.
As she finished, she drove up to the gate and got off of her tractor and came up to the gate which was closed. She was attired with a bonnet, long skirt, and long sleeves, and when she took off her bonnet, she asked if there were any soldiers that could help her with hauling the hay she had just baled on 20 acres of her land. As she took off her working gloves, she asked where I was from and I told her, Texas. Seeing her eyes brighten up and a big bright smile on her aged face, she said she was from Texas too. I will never forget how spry she was. She told how she graduated from Texas University, married her husband and moved to her life here.
We talked for about 30 minutes. I told her I was just about to finish my duty as guard, and I could help her haul hay. In that 30 minutes, she told me of a lady that had gone to the top inside tier of the State Capitol in Austin and jumped to her death as she hit the big star in the middle of the Capitol floor. She said she was there when it happened. While on a school sponsored trip, I heard of the story while on tour there and told her of the same event. For being an old lady, she jumped for joy as she had told her children, now all grown, about the event and they wouldn't believe her. You have got to come to our home and be my witness. She practically danced all the way to her tractor and bailer.
After I got out of uniform and dressed for farm work and told my wife that I had a job hauling hay, I went to her field as she arrived on a tractor with a flat bed trailer. As we moved from hay bale to hay bale, she started telling me how to place the bales on the trailer. I told her that I had done this many times before since I was baling hay ever since I was a freshman in high school. As the trailer was being filled with hay bales, she finally had to get off her tractor and lift the bales up to me on the trailer. I had never seen a lady work so hard and never stopped until the trailer was loaded. She never stopped talking the whole time and constantly jabbered about her family.
I stayed on top of the trailer as she drove about three miles to an old barn where two of her grown boys had just got off of work and helped unload the trailer. We all went back to the hay field and finished loading the second load. She thanked me for helping but made me promise to be at her house at 6 in the morning for breakfast. This is the first installment of my experience. See you next week.
