I have always been fascinated by those newspaper 'briefs' such as 'This date in history,' 'Do You Remember?' I recall as an East St. Louis kid reading in those blues about some of my dad's sports heroes that he told me about and then as time went by, I started reading those 'Fifty Years Ago Today' blurbs about my own youth heroes.
Well, my Washington, Illinois friends took time to send me a news briefs, which featured 'me.' Yesterday, my wife handed me a Peoria Journal-Star news clipping that had been carefully cut from a recent edition. Titled, 'Remember When,' it read: Jerry Sullivan is picked to be the new basketball coach at Mason City. He served the past four seasons on the 'Huskies' staff as assistant coach to Mel Roustio who has accepted the top job at Washington. Mason City has not had a losing season in the last dozen years and has claimed six regional titles in that stretch.
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Those Were The Days
Friday, June 30, 2017
Thursday, June 29, 2017
When Will He Be Stopped?
I cannot guarantee many things. I can guarantee that for the past 56-years, I have prayed for those who are sick, those in harms way and those who are caught in financial and relationship problems. I pray for first responders, those in medical research and hands on doctors and caretakers. I pray for comforting grace upon those who grieve. Most definitely, I pray for our nation and those in leadership positions both in America and other nations. Therefore, I pray for he success of President Donald Trump even though I did not vote for for him. I must admit he is increasingly a difficult person for whom to pray.
This President's focus is not on our nation's problems or needs. His primary focus is not on world issues. He elects to spend an inordinate amount of time and energy on attacking people who may disagree with him or second guess him. I understand a little about personal attacks and second-guessing. I never chose to rent my mind or give my energies to those 'drugstore Cowboys.' 'Thin-skin' Trump on the other hand must attack America's fourth-estate and sling personal attacks at people representing any view contrary to his views.
A few weeks ago when a crazed shooter targeted a U.S. Senator and seriously injured people, the President and republican congressmen lead a calling for 'unity and toned down rhetoric.' When the Sandy Hook Elementary first grade children were killed by a gunman the aftermath unified position from the right was to protect the Second Amendment.
With waring issues looming in Syria, North Korea, Iraq and Afghanistan; an ongoing health care debate, the economy, needed infrastructure attention and a plethora of other national problems, Mr. Trump chose this morning to send out a tweet attacking two morning television commentators and personally attacking the female host stating that 'she was bleeding from on her face due to a bad face lift.' This man's vulgar comments about women is well-documented. And what is it about women and blood that looms in his thinking.
I ask, when will the right-wing self-proclaim Christian party do more than mildly denounce such comments from this President? This behavior is demeaning to the office of the United States' Presidency. Such language from the lips of an American President is an affront to the moral principles America purports. If another leader in another country speak such disgusting language, we would point the most condescending fingers. When will our nation's leaders decide it's time to protect our young from this kind of vulgar language from the office of the President?
This President's focus is not on our nation's problems or needs. His primary focus is not on world issues. He elects to spend an inordinate amount of time and energy on attacking people who may disagree with him or second guess him. I understand a little about personal attacks and second-guessing. I never chose to rent my mind or give my energies to those 'drugstore Cowboys.' 'Thin-skin' Trump on the other hand must attack America's fourth-estate and sling personal attacks at people representing any view contrary to his views.
A few weeks ago when a crazed shooter targeted a U.S. Senator and seriously injured people, the President and republican congressmen lead a calling for 'unity and toned down rhetoric.' When the Sandy Hook Elementary first grade children were killed by a gunman the aftermath unified position from the right was to protect the Second Amendment.
With waring issues looming in Syria, North Korea, Iraq and Afghanistan; an ongoing health care debate, the economy, needed infrastructure attention and a plethora of other national problems, Mr. Trump chose this morning to send out a tweet attacking two morning television commentators and personally attacking the female host stating that 'she was bleeding from on her face due to a bad face lift.' This man's vulgar comments about women is well-documented. And what is it about women and blood that looms in his thinking.
I ask, when will the right-wing self-proclaim Christian party do more than mildly denounce such comments from this President? This behavior is demeaning to the office of the United States' Presidency. Such language from the lips of an American President is an affront to the moral principles America purports. If another leader in another country speak such disgusting language, we would point the most condescending fingers. When will our nation's leaders decide it's time to protect our young from this kind of vulgar language from the office of the President?
Crazy Woman
Whew, thank goodness, Nana and Boompa survived last week's Naboo Camp. Mission Accomplished...really accomplished, G. W. Nana and Boompa hosted the three youngest of 15- grandkids for one week of Camp. Those three would be sisters Alexa (13), Ashlyn (6) and cousin, Shannon (14). Unnecessary to detail it but indeed 'an interesting dynamic.'
Nana and Boompa have now hosted six Naboo Camps from 2002-to-2017. Those week long camps feature nightly theme meals with costumes included, nightly Scavenger hunts, three craft sessions each day, trips to the zoo, children's museum and the movies. The kids held individual talent shows and a group production play. Late night S'mores and Boompa Floats topped the day.
Consider, if you will, the first five Naboo Camps took place in consecutive summers beginning in 2002. That means there was an eleven-year hiatus. Let me state it in other terms: In 2006, the Naboo 'camp counselors' were 66 & 67 respectively. "Whoa Nellie! This past week long camp saw bedtime come slowly and wake up time too soon," says the seventy-eight year old Boompa.
Yesterday, Nana and Boompa spent much of the day putting away the physical evidence of camp. As I picked up the Welcome "NABOO CAMP" sign, I said to Camp Director, Nana, "Well, I believe I'll throw this sign away...we've held our last Naboo Camp." Nana's quick and terse response, "Don't you dare throw that sign away. I'm having those three girls back next year plus great granddaughter, Juniper and I may have a NABOO CAMP Reunion for all the grandkids and great grandkids!"
I'll just follow her lead...unlike some the Naboo Camp Director is unimpeachable.
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Driving Me Crazy
Nana and Boompa have now hosted six Naboo Camps from 2002-to-2017. Those week long camps feature nightly theme meals with costumes included, nightly Scavenger hunts, three craft sessions each day, trips to the zoo, children's museum and the movies. The kids held individual talent shows and a group production play. Late night S'mores and Boompa Floats topped the day.
Consider, if you will, the first five Naboo Camps took place in consecutive summers beginning in 2002. That means there was an eleven-year hiatus. Let me state it in other terms: In 2006, the Naboo 'camp counselors' were 66 & 67 respectively. "Whoa Nellie! This past week long camp saw bedtime come slowly and wake up time too soon," says the seventy-eight year old Boompa.
Yesterday, Nana and Boompa spent much of the day putting away the physical evidence of camp. As I picked up the Welcome "NABOO CAMP" sign, I said to Camp Director, Nana, "Well, I believe I'll throw this sign away...we've held our last Naboo Camp." Nana's quick and terse response, "Don't you dare throw that sign away. I'm having those three girls back next year plus great granddaughter, Juniper and I may have a NABOO CAMP Reunion for all the grandkids and great grandkids!"
I'll just follow her lead...unlike some the Naboo Camp Director is unimpeachable.
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Driving Me Crazy
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Family Dynamics
They voted for change...and why not? I'm talking about changing the Roustio Family Reunion from an annual affair as it has been for the past sixty-eight years to an every other year Reunion beginning in 2020. The French-descendants (Roustieau clan) will meet for their 69th 'annual' reunion in 2018 but thereafter meet the every other year on 'even-number-years.'
The change is probably long overdue. When the family gathering began in 1949, families were not nearly as dispersed as they are today. A village really did have 'hands-on' raising children because the village was largely made up of kinfolks looking out for one another. Consider the '40's & '50's family dynamics. Many families stayed close to one another because of like customs, traditions and language barriers with first and second generation immigrants.Those issues fell by the wayside with generational assimilation.
I remember those days when fathers worked five week days while mothers were truly 'homemakers' and then both were doing home projects on Saturday. We knew grandparents were butchering a few chickens Saturday for Sunday dinner after Church. That was back in the day when nearly 50% of Americans were attending Sunday Church services compared to 14% today. (Don't believe that? Look it up!) stores were closed to 'honor the Sabbath.' Family traditions dictated. As education and job opportunities pulled the younger generation away from the hometown we saw the beginning of a more mobile society and noted dwindling attendance numbers at the family reunion. It was more difficult for those far away family members to make the date. Perhaps thirty years earlier a Saturday reunion date change was çalling; We were not listening. Well, yesterday the fifty-one people in attendance were given four choices to consider: The pre-vote emphasis was a charge to vote for the choice you believe sustains and improves attendance. A decisive majority wanted to have the Roustio Reunion every other year on the even years.
I am appreciate my children and spouses stepping forward and taking some leadership responsibilities. Your Papaw would be pleased. And on that note, may I say, my wife and I attended these reunions over the years for two reasons: We wanted to honor family love ones who came before and we wanted our kids/grandkids to stay connected this becoming part of a legacy.
Keep in mind this is not the only family reunion we should hope to attend.
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One Day
The change is probably long overdue. When the family gathering began in 1949, families were not nearly as dispersed as they are today. A village really did have 'hands-on' raising children because the village was largely made up of kinfolks looking out for one another. Consider the '40's & '50's family dynamics. Many families stayed close to one another because of like customs, traditions and language barriers with first and second generation immigrants.Those issues fell by the wayside with generational assimilation.
I remember those days when fathers worked five week days while mothers were truly 'homemakers' and then both were doing home projects on Saturday. We knew grandparents were butchering a few chickens Saturday for Sunday dinner after Church. That was back in the day when nearly 50% of Americans were attending Sunday Church services compared to 14% today. (Don't believe that? Look it up!) stores were closed to 'honor the Sabbath.' Family traditions dictated. As education and job opportunities pulled the younger generation away from the hometown we saw the beginning of a more mobile society and noted dwindling attendance numbers at the family reunion. It was more difficult for those far away family members to make the date. Perhaps thirty years earlier a Saturday reunion date change was çalling; We were not listening. Well, yesterday the fifty-one people in attendance were given four choices to consider: The pre-vote emphasis was a charge to vote for the choice you believe sustains and improves attendance. A decisive majority wanted to have the Roustio Reunion every other year on the even years.
I am appreciate my children and spouses stepping forward and taking some leadership responsibilities. Your Papaw would be pleased. And on that note, may I say, my wife and I attended these reunions over the years for two reasons: We wanted to honor family love ones who came before and we wanted our kids/grandkids to stay connected this becoming part of a legacy.
Keep in mind this is not the only family reunion we should hope to attend.
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One Day
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Interesting Insight
I have shared with readers before that my wife and I have 15- grandchildren and two great grandchildren. This past Sunday the Roustio clan assembled at Shiloh Park (Shiloh, IL.) for the 68-annual Roustio Family Reunion. Shiloh is about a 2-hour drive from Decatur. My wife, Gerry is dealing with a physical issue, which kept her home bound Reunion Day. Believe me, my wife is incapacitated when she stays away from family gatherings.
Fortunately, second oldest granddaughter, Lindsay O'Keefe-Mitchell was in Decatur with her mother (daughter Dawn) and sisters, Alexa and Ashlyn and decided to keep me company on the drive to and from Shiloh. As you can imagine, I relish such time. Those one-on-one times with the grandchildren allow me a captive audience. I seize those moments to ask the poignant questions and do a little preaching. As most grandfathers, I operate on the illusion that my grandchildren thrive on my words of wisdom. Thankfully, my grandchildren are respectful to the extent they placate me by pretending to listen.
On our drive back home, yesterday, the tables were turned on the old-timer. It was I who gained insight in words spoken by granddaughter, Lindsay. At some moment, I asked Lindsay if she and husband, Reid had plans to begin a family. (How's that, you readers think I'm bold and intrusive? Well, I ask, "What's your point?") Anyway, Lindsay explained the family-game plan and added this observation: "All I read on my Facebook page is friends getting married or having babies."
I thought and then shared with Lindsay, "That's interesting because all I read on my Facebook page is about friends having surgery and obituary postings." I suppose the differences in our two Facebook pages speaks to the various distances traveled in our respective train rides. That said, I am thinking about getting younger friends.
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Feel Young
Fortunately, second oldest granddaughter, Lindsay O'Keefe-Mitchell was in Decatur with her mother (daughter Dawn) and sisters, Alexa and Ashlyn and decided to keep me company on the drive to and from Shiloh. As you can imagine, I relish such time. Those one-on-one times with the grandchildren allow me a captive audience. I seize those moments to ask the poignant questions and do a little preaching. As most grandfathers, I operate on the illusion that my grandchildren thrive on my words of wisdom. Thankfully, my grandchildren are respectful to the extent they placate me by pretending to listen.
On our drive back home, yesterday, the tables were turned on the old-timer. It was I who gained insight in words spoken by granddaughter, Lindsay. At some moment, I asked Lindsay if she and husband, Reid had plans to begin a family. (How's that, you readers think I'm bold and intrusive? Well, I ask, "What's your point?") Anyway, Lindsay explained the family-game plan and added this observation: "All I read on my Facebook page is friends getting married or having babies."
I thought and then shared with Lindsay, "That's interesting because all I read on my Facebook page is about friends having surgery and obituary postings." I suppose the differences in our two Facebook pages speaks to the various distances traveled in our respective train rides. That said, I am thinking about getting younger friends.
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Feel Young
Monday, June 26, 2017
Dadgumit if those numbers ain't gettin' higher!
The year 2017, has unveiled some eye-popping higher Anniversary numbers; check it out: This blog writer's February birthday Anniversary reached 78. My East Side High Class of 1957 reunion hits the 60th rung and my high school sweetheart and I celebrated 57 married years.
My last four birthdays have been spent in Florida, therefore the significance of getting longer in the tooth (the few I have remaining) has been tempered with the absence of immediate family decorating with those damn 'black balloons.' My high school Class reunion slated for this coming mid-October poses a difficult scenario this time around. Every high school kid has a handful of classmates that were truly best friends. I could point to four such buddies. Three of the four I have stayed in close contact over the post graduate years. Those dear friends all died since our class last assembled. One friend with whom I spoke with a few days after his surgery died suddenly within 12-hours of our conversation. A second friend and former teammate had been fighting a terminal illness. I was calling him every other week. My heart sunk when my last telephone call kicked to a recording telling me, "The number you are calling has been disconnected."
I just received the Class Reunion form to fill out and send in to the committee. With a positive and grateful spirit, I will mail my remittance and form tomorrow. We have held seven (5-year intervals) plus two additional birthday (65& 75) reunions, which totals 9 reunions. Now, I'm wondering if I can squeeze into another dinner table reunion night. Regardless, I'm sure those in attendance will sooner or later get swept away with remineising about days of old.
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lost in the fifties
My last four birthdays have been spent in Florida, therefore the significance of getting longer in the tooth (the few I have remaining) has been tempered with the absence of immediate family decorating with those damn 'black balloons.' My high school Class reunion slated for this coming mid-October poses a difficult scenario this time around. Every high school kid has a handful of classmates that were truly best friends. I could point to four such buddies. Three of the four I have stayed in close contact over the post graduate years. Those dear friends all died since our class last assembled. One friend with whom I spoke with a few days after his surgery died suddenly within 12-hours of our conversation. A second friend and former teammate had been fighting a terminal illness. I was calling him every other week. My heart sunk when my last telephone call kicked to a recording telling me, "The number you are calling has been disconnected."
I just received the Class Reunion form to fill out and send in to the committee. With a positive and grateful spirit, I will mail my remittance and form tomorrow. We have held seven (5-year intervals) plus two additional birthday (65& 75) reunions, which totals 9 reunions. Now, I'm wondering if I can squeeze into another dinner table reunion night. Regardless, I'm sure those in attendance will sooner or later get swept away with remineising about days of old.
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lost in the fifties
Friday, June 23, 2017
Angry and Obnoxious
There are two professions I could never embrace: a politician or a boxer. Politicians lie and say horrible things about one another while a boxer's objective is to render another human unconscious. In each arena, we note the ability of both combatants to hug in the aftermath of contesting...not my cup of tea. I suppose I'm not that forgiving. I would want to 'punch' the opposing politician and I certainly would not be hugging someone who'd been 'punching' me. Suffice to say, my attitude about competition is 'Respect All; Fear None...but let's not pretend we're Friends'
We have a real sickness in America. In this land of the free and home of the brave where countrymen profess love for Jesus, we frequently wish to deny others of their freedoms while cowardly taking cheap-shots at opponents or humiliating those not of our persuasion or ethnicity. Consequently, we are a very angry people and the prospects for future peaceful tranquility fades in the distance. People are so entrenched in their ethnocentrism that tolerance for opposing ideas is no longer an option but instead we embrace the unrelenting posture of 'if you're not with me, you are against me.' People are quick to show the attitude of 'no-fault; it's not responsibility.'
Our greed for money and power rivals that of the Roman Empire. We are often blatantly obnoxious in celebratory displays and show a growing need to add to our success the scalp of our victim. We attempt to reduce physical and emotional pain with pills, alcohol and illegal drugs. Our public language usage and dress suggest that we, as a society, have redefined moral behavior and dismissed all thoughts of modeling for our youth. Environmentalists worry about the destruction of our natural-environment and resources. We would be wise to cry out for the salvation of our moral environment.
My message this morning is not a new one. For generations writers have penned similar warnings. Therefore, you ask, "Why the alarm?" My answer: "Beware and know that the pendulum NEVER swings all the way back and erosion becomes a certain by-product."
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Games People Play
We have a real sickness in America. In this land of the free and home of the brave where countrymen profess love for Jesus, we frequently wish to deny others of their freedoms while cowardly taking cheap-shots at opponents or humiliating those not of our persuasion or ethnicity. Consequently, we are a very angry people and the prospects for future peaceful tranquility fades in the distance. People are so entrenched in their ethnocentrism that tolerance for opposing ideas is no longer an option but instead we embrace the unrelenting posture of 'if you're not with me, you are against me.' People are quick to show the attitude of 'no-fault; it's not responsibility.'
Our greed for money and power rivals that of the Roman Empire. We are often blatantly obnoxious in celebratory displays and show a growing need to add to our success the scalp of our victim. We attempt to reduce physical and emotional pain with pills, alcohol and illegal drugs. Our public language usage and dress suggest that we, as a society, have redefined moral behavior and dismissed all thoughts of modeling for our youth. Environmentalists worry about the destruction of our natural-environment and resources. We would be wise to cry out for the salvation of our moral environment.
My message this morning is not a new one. For generations writers have penned similar warnings. Therefore, you ask, "Why the alarm?" My answer: "Beware and know that the pendulum NEVER swings all the way back and erosion becomes a certain by-product."
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Games People Play
Thursday, June 22, 2017
I Ain't Too Sure About All That.
The last two items I read every morning in my newspaper are the celebrity birthdays and my horoscope. I notice a correlation between my own age with the celebraties' age; the older I become the fewer celebs I know. The horoscope is easy for me to handle. If the 'reading' is favorable for me then I buy into it, however if the reading suggests anything unfavorable towards me then I treat it like 'fake news.' (Thanks Donald).
The first fortune teller / palm reader I recall was at an East St. Louis Carnival in the early fifties. Of course, I stayed clear of Palm readers because the local wisdom back in the day was those women were Gypsies out to 'steal' babies. (Note: Sick bigotry has always been a part of Americana.)
As I got a bit older, I came to understand the difference between clairvoyant psychics and mediums. Whereas both might use instruments as tarot cards, Ouija boards and astrological charts, the psychic looks at those tools or a crystal ball and predicts one's future while the medium claims powers that can recall one's past and or 'Hook one up' with dead relatives. I am Not interested.
First regarding the future, I wish to be surprised. Don't tell me the end of the movie or book...let me enjoy the journey. Secondly, contacting the dead strikes me as being rude. My religious belief causes me to believe those loved ones are in 'paradice' They don't need any reminders of the all the crap going on down here!
It never occurred to me to stop at one of those Carnival fortune-telling booths. Besides, I ask you, 'What healthy teenage boy with $5.00 in his pocket is going to spend his last nickel on a psychic when right next to the clairvoyant booth is the Burlesque Show starring 'Betty Blue Eyes Howard?'
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The Gypsy
The first fortune teller / palm reader I recall was at an East St. Louis Carnival in the early fifties. Of course, I stayed clear of Palm readers because the local wisdom back in the day was those women were Gypsies out to 'steal' babies. (Note: Sick bigotry has always been a part of Americana.)
As I got a bit older, I came to understand the difference between clairvoyant psychics and mediums. Whereas both might use instruments as tarot cards, Ouija boards and astrological charts, the psychic looks at those tools or a crystal ball and predicts one's future while the medium claims powers that can recall one's past and or 'Hook one up' with dead relatives. I am Not interested.
First regarding the future, I wish to be surprised. Don't tell me the end of the movie or book...let me enjoy the journey. Secondly, contacting the dead strikes me as being rude. My religious belief causes me to believe those loved ones are in 'paradice' They don't need any reminders of the all the crap going on down here!
It never occurred to me to stop at one of those Carnival fortune-telling booths. Besides, I ask you, 'What healthy teenage boy with $5.00 in his pocket is going to spend his last nickel on a psychic when right next to the clairvoyant booth is the Burlesque Show starring 'Betty Blue Eyes Howard?'
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The Gypsy
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
A Simple Bucket List
A 'bucket list' is a list of experiences or achievements one wishes to accomplish during their life-time, in cruder terms, things to do before one 'Kicks-The-Bucket.' In 200, actors Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman co-starred in a comedy-drama movie called 'The Bucket List.' Both characters they played had terminal conditions and billionaire Nicholson convinced blue-collar mechanic, Freeman to go on a world-wind adventure checking off items on their bucket-list.
I watched that DVD movie with family members and at the conclusion one of my grandkids asked, "Boompa, do you have a 'bucket list?" I answered, "Not really. I've never given it any thought." Well, I've thought about it and I have two items to check off on one trip.
If you think I wish to travel, you'd be wrong. I have no desire to go to Europe. Traveling to Europe would be a slap my ancestors face; it would be 'reverse migration.' I don't envision a Hawaiian trip because there's too much water to cross from here-to-there. I am not even inclined to go to the top of the St. Louis Arch. My luck would find me 'leaving' some personal item at the top of the Arch and then I'd have to go back to retrieve the item. No thanks.
Okay...here's my one day two-item bucket list experience. Actually, I wish to re-trace an experience. I want to return one hot summer day to East St. Louis' Jones' Park baseball Diamond #1.
I cannot begin to count the number of times I practiced and played games on that baseball field. City youth-league games, East Side high school games and American Legion games. My home away from home.
Upon arrival to Diamond #1, I will throw a few pitches off the mound to home plate. After that moment of 'catch,' I will walk hand-in-hand with my wife of 57-years and sit on a bench near the Boathouse lagoon. I will share a kiss with her and smile while holding her hand just as we did so many summer days in 1954 and '55.
There you have it; my bucket list desire. A re-visit to my Primrose Lane.
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Life Was a Holiday
I watched that DVD movie with family members and at the conclusion one of my grandkids asked, "Boompa, do you have a 'bucket list?" I answered, "Not really. I've never given it any thought." Well, I've thought about it and I have two items to check off on one trip.
If you think I wish to travel, you'd be wrong. I have no desire to go to Europe. Traveling to Europe would be a slap my ancestors face; it would be 'reverse migration.' I don't envision a Hawaiian trip because there's too much water to cross from here-to-there. I am not even inclined to go to the top of the St. Louis Arch. My luck would find me 'leaving' some personal item at the top of the Arch and then I'd have to go back to retrieve the item. No thanks.
Okay...here's my one day two-item bucket list experience. Actually, I wish to re-trace an experience. I want to return one hot summer day to East St. Louis' Jones' Park baseball Diamond #1.
I cannot begin to count the number of times I practiced and played games on that baseball field. City youth-league games, East Side high school games and American Legion games. My home away from home.
Upon arrival to Diamond #1, I will throw a few pitches off the mound to home plate. After that moment of 'catch,' I will walk hand-in-hand with my wife of 57-years and sit on a bench near the Boathouse lagoon. I will share a kiss with her and smile while holding her hand just as we did so many summer days in 1954 and '55.
There you have it; my bucket list desire. A re-visit to my Primrose Lane.
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Life Was a Holiday
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
We Were Family
Sunday, June 25, 2017 marks the 68th Annual Roustio Family Reunion. I have witnessed great changes in the clan gathering from a lad of 10-to-the-old-man-of 78. Those early years saw the (Rousteau) Frenchmen assembling at Grand Marias' State Park, East St. Louis. Nearly 100 kinfolks began arriving mid-morning and stayed well into the early summer evening.
The order of the day was the consumption of large amounts of food from a huge potluck luncheon with more than enough leftovers to have supper. Soda and beer flowed freely while loud chatter and the call of Bingo numbers filled the hot air stirred by standing fans. From age 10 to 15, I couldn't wait to see cousins that I had not seen for a year. The traditional father-son softball game provides some of my greatest memories. Once of driving age, I was eager to bring my girlfriend (Gerry) to our Roustio Reunion. Oh, I was proud of family for her to get to know but I certainly wanted family to know this girl; they would find her special.
Within a few years the reunion site location moved to Shiloh Park Shiloh, Illinois (Near Belleville).
The ensuing years saw the numbers dwindle and dwindle significantly. The family's teenagers found more exciting things to occupy their Reunion Sunday and soon all outside kids' games gave-way to more sedentary activities in the comforts of an air conditioned rental hall.
From the summer of 1949, until these twilight years the June Sunday following Father's Day is as significant (in my heart) as are birthdays and Holidays...a date to re-unite with extended family...our people. That attitude has changed amongst the younger generation. They find a plethora of reasons not to attend the reunion. I feel unmotivated to critique or judge those reasons and their choosing to stay away. I'll accept their contemporary logic, "It is what it is!"
I suppose I attended many years out of respect for my Dad and Mom. I'll go again this year with a message. I have been asked to broach the subject of perhaps having the Family Reunion every other year. I'll do it but my heart's not in it. Please! I ask, who we crapping? In life, you gotta wanna! There are many American traditions and values, which have become cumbersome to a younger generation. After all, they do enjoy taking 'selfies.'
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We Are Family
The order of the day was the consumption of large amounts of food from a huge potluck luncheon with more than enough leftovers to have supper. Soda and beer flowed freely while loud chatter and the call of Bingo numbers filled the hot air stirred by standing fans. From age 10 to 15, I couldn't wait to see cousins that I had not seen for a year. The traditional father-son softball game provides some of my greatest memories. Once of driving age, I was eager to bring my girlfriend (Gerry) to our Roustio Reunion. Oh, I was proud of family for her to get to know but I certainly wanted family to know this girl; they would find her special.
Within a few years the reunion site location moved to Shiloh Park Shiloh, Illinois (Near Belleville).
The ensuing years saw the numbers dwindle and dwindle significantly. The family's teenagers found more exciting things to occupy their Reunion Sunday and soon all outside kids' games gave-way to more sedentary activities in the comforts of an air conditioned rental hall.
From the summer of 1949, until these twilight years the June Sunday following Father's Day is as significant (in my heart) as are birthdays and Holidays...a date to re-unite with extended family...our people. That attitude has changed amongst the younger generation. They find a plethora of reasons not to attend the reunion. I feel unmotivated to critique or judge those reasons and their choosing to stay away. I'll accept their contemporary logic, "It is what it is!"
I suppose I attended many years out of respect for my Dad and Mom. I'll go again this year with a message. I have been asked to broach the subject of perhaps having the Family Reunion every other year. I'll do it but my heart's not in it. Please! I ask, who we crapping? In life, you gotta wanna! There are many American traditions and values, which have become cumbersome to a younger generation. After all, they do enjoy taking 'selfies.'
(Touch)
We Are Family
Monday, June 19, 2017
Makes No Sense; It's Bassackwards!
My Decatur-Herald Review newspaper did not appear on my front porch Wednesday morning nor did it show up under a bench, behind the large Goose statue, under the bushes, atop the bushes or 'in' the bushes. The paper was not delivered period! When this happens, I telephone the newspaper office located in Decatur 3 1/2 miles from my front porch. My telephone call is greeted with a recording telling me to telephone a number in Peoria, Illinois, which is 86 miles from my house.
Several years ago, I was instructed by my Jacksonville, Illinois bank to telephone somebody in Manila, Philippines to discuss a glitch in my 'checking-routing-numbers.' The distance from my Illinois bank (where my money is located) to the lady (Phyllis) in the Philippines is some 8,300 miles. Earlier that year my computer was acting up and I was told to telephone a 'tech-help-number.' The fella with extremely broken English attempted to make me understand technical matters. He was seated at a desk in India, which is over 8,000 miles from my desk-top computer in Decatur. Just this spring, I went to my Comcast Cable Company to get a new television 'router.' To receive the necessary instructions to activate, I had to telephone a young man in Florida, which is 1,122 miles. I recall a T. V. Repair man in East St. Louis who made house calls like our family doctor.
I must deal with all this nonesense-crap while politicians waste time trying to bring back the coal industry. As soon as they accomplish that perhaps they can address the shortage of work facing 'Blacksmiths.'
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a Jungle Out There
Several years ago, I was instructed by my Jacksonville, Illinois bank to telephone somebody in Manila, Philippines to discuss a glitch in my 'checking-routing-numbers.' The distance from my Illinois bank (where my money is located) to the lady (Phyllis) in the Philippines is some 8,300 miles. Earlier that year my computer was acting up and I was told to telephone a 'tech-help-number.' The fella with extremely broken English attempted to make me understand technical matters. He was seated at a desk in India, which is over 8,000 miles from my desk-top computer in Decatur. Just this spring, I went to my Comcast Cable Company to get a new television 'router.' To receive the necessary instructions to activate, I had to telephone a young man in Florida, which is 1,122 miles. I recall a T. V. Repair man in East St. Louis who made house calls like our family doctor.
I must deal with all this nonesense-crap while politicians waste time trying to bring back the coal industry. As soon as they accomplish that perhaps they can address the shortage of work facing 'Blacksmiths.'
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a Jungle Out There
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Random Recollections of a Father
He was like his mother in many ways. He was tall and lean with a quiet demeanor yet a personality for engagement. To say he was a product of humble beginnings would be a gross understatement. He was the only boy amongst five siblings.
He met his wife to be (my mother) when they were both junior high students. They would marry and with only a eighth grade education the man pursued his American Dream. When first married in 1937, he delivered coal in winter and ice in the summer making $3.00 a day. Through the years he would apply a relentless work ethic in the trades which provided him great experience and knowledge. He would take that knowledge into the sales world where he gained strong financial contacts in the corrosion-protection industry. He would eventually become President and CEO of American Industrial Linings (a subsidiary of McDermott Chemicals) with plants in St. Louis and Dallas.
In his younger days, he could display a quick Roustio temper. (I believe he still holds the Rosemont Avenue throwing distance-record of a crescent wrench.) He was a proud and protective family guy. I witnessed him punching out of two different men who verbally disrespected his mother and mother-in-law. Always the competitor, my father played to win! He wanted to be first whether it was shooting baskets, playing croquet, cards or racing another auto to capture the coveted Drive-In movie parking spot next to the concession stand.
He expected his adult children to be 'at his home' on those special occasions and he was known to create many additional 'special events' for family to gather. My father created a childhood environment that produced this athlete and Democrat. The latter happened as the result of those annual East St. Louis Labor Day parades when I proudly walked alongside my father. Years later our journey came to a fork-in-the-road and most of the Roustio clan took the road to the 'right.' In the late 1970's I was invited to speak to a Collinsville Chamber of Commerce gathering. They later approached my Father to ask if I'd be interested in running for a political office with their support. I reminded my dad that I was still leaning 'left.' End of inquiry.
The man served his Lord in many endeavors and was twice audited by the IRS because of Church donations. (I could go-off on a political rant here but I shall stifle my liberal thoughts.)
As a 26- year old father of two, he was drafted into the Army and served in France under General Patton. He could speak volumes without using his voice...a look or subtle smile often sent succinct messages.
I will forever be grateful to a father who loved me but did not worship me. A father refusing to offer phony praise for expected behavior, he constantly reminded me that others' had likely done as much and perhaps some had accomplished more. Never rest on your laurels he cautioned but keep pushing.
Finally, recall: When he purchased our first power lawn mower, which did not have a grass catcher, he insisted that you 'double cut.' You must drag the mower back through the first swath cut therefore displacing clippings in one direction. His Way was the right way. Happy Father's Day, 'Fox.'
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A Special Kind of Man
He met his wife to be (my mother) when they were both junior high students. They would marry and with only a eighth grade education the man pursued his American Dream. When first married in 1937, he delivered coal in winter and ice in the summer making $3.00 a day. Through the years he would apply a relentless work ethic in the trades which provided him great experience and knowledge. He would take that knowledge into the sales world where he gained strong financial contacts in the corrosion-protection industry. He would eventually become President and CEO of American Industrial Linings (a subsidiary of McDermott Chemicals) with plants in St. Louis and Dallas.
In his younger days, he could display a quick Roustio temper. (I believe he still holds the Rosemont Avenue throwing distance-record of a crescent wrench.) He was a proud and protective family guy. I witnessed him punching out of two different men who verbally disrespected his mother and mother-in-law. Always the competitor, my father played to win! He wanted to be first whether it was shooting baskets, playing croquet, cards or racing another auto to capture the coveted Drive-In movie parking spot next to the concession stand.
He expected his adult children to be 'at his home' on those special occasions and he was known to create many additional 'special events' for family to gather. My father created a childhood environment that produced this athlete and Democrat. The latter happened as the result of those annual East St. Louis Labor Day parades when I proudly walked alongside my father. Years later our journey came to a fork-in-the-road and most of the Roustio clan took the road to the 'right.' In the late 1970's I was invited to speak to a Collinsville Chamber of Commerce gathering. They later approached my Father to ask if I'd be interested in running for a political office with their support. I reminded my dad that I was still leaning 'left.' End of inquiry.
The man served his Lord in many endeavors and was twice audited by the IRS because of Church donations. (I could go-off on a political rant here but I shall stifle my liberal thoughts.)
As a 26- year old father of two, he was drafted into the Army and served in France under General Patton. He could speak volumes without using his voice...a look or subtle smile often sent succinct messages.
I will forever be grateful to a father who loved me but did not worship me. A father refusing to offer phony praise for expected behavior, he constantly reminded me that others' had likely done as much and perhaps some had accomplished more. Never rest on your laurels he cautioned but keep pushing.
Finally, recall: When he purchased our first power lawn mower, which did not have a grass catcher, he insisted that you 'double cut.' You must drag the mower back through the first swath cut therefore displacing clippings in one direction. His Way was the right way. Happy Father's Day, 'Fox.'
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A Special Kind of Man
Friday, June 16, 2017
A Reminder of Our Seasons
My son-in-law, Shawn's father died. He was 84. I didn't know him well but always enjoyed our brief visits at family gatherings and I sensed his respect. He was a military veteran of the Marines and thus has my gratitude and respect. However, what I think or perceive matters not regarding others nor does their futile assessments of me really count. What truly does matter to me is the reality that my son-in-law is grieving the loss of both his mother and father within 19-months. I hope and pray for him. He must come to grips with the harsh awakening of the fact that his childhood relationship with parents is no longer tangible but lives in a flood of personal memories.
I feel much joy for Shawn in the observation knowledge of his kindness and respectful behavior towards his parents. He was no doubt a good, caring and loving son. As this journey in life demands a constant changing of cast and roles to be played, I hope precious memories will sustain Shawn and his own children will take note. I know he has a good mate in whom he will find loving support.
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Green Green Grass of Home
I feel much joy for Shawn in the observation knowledge of his kindness and respectful behavior towards his parents. He was no doubt a good, caring and loving son. As this journey in life demands a constant changing of cast and roles to be played, I hope precious memories will sustain Shawn and his own children will take note. I know he has a good mate in whom he will find loving support.
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Green Green Grass of Home
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Perhaps Now?
As soon as the 'news bulletin' flashed across the television screen that a GOP Congressman practing for a traditional baseball game to be played against Democrat counterparts had been shot, I thought the following: I'll bet the gunman is a white guy because in America angry-deranged white males most often do these terrible shooting acts; black males more often shoot and kill each other over drugs that other white guys are making a lot of money from the inner city drug sales. My second thought was to pray for the shooting victims, the first responders and surgeons who would be called upon and finally to pray for the families who wait anxiously for news during such hideous crimes.
After some time passed, I began hearing first hand reports and comments from witnesses. Here are just a few of those comments and thoughts I held about another shooting known as The Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting:
Congressmens' witness comments appear in quotations / my thoughts in parenthesis>>>
"We were experiencing horrible chaos." (Can you imagine the chaos felt by twenty slaughtered six year old children?)
"We felt safe on a baseball field." (Those 20-first graders felt safe sitting at school tables.)
"We knew the shooter had an automatic rifle." (The children were too young and innocent to grasp and understand what was happening.)
"We began the day with normal routine looking forward to playing baseball for fun" (Those six-year old elementary school children were dropped off by parents who were engrossed in routine while their children were looking forward to their Christmas break with gifts and laughter.)
Speaker of the House, Paul Ryan addressed fellow congresspeople immediately after the terrible shooting. Ryan stated, "We (lawmakers) are united." (The parents of first graders' Olivia Engel, Dylan Hockley and Jessie Lewis were hoping for Congressional unity as Congress was asked by President Obama to enhance America's gun control measures.
Well whata ya know? On Wednesday, June 14, It seems many of our Congresspeople were shocked as they said, "THIS COULD happen to any of us." No shit!
It just might be a good time to get out of bed with the NRA and then after enacting stricter gun laws address the need to re-think mental hospitals' value. In 1981, our federal government reduced mental hospital funding by 30%. From that moment the inadequate caring for the mentally ill has become our nation's shameful legacy.
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Man with a gun over there
After some time passed, I began hearing first hand reports and comments from witnesses. Here are just a few of those comments and thoughts I held about another shooting known as The Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting:
Congressmens' witness comments appear in quotations / my thoughts in parenthesis>>>
"We were experiencing horrible chaos." (Can you imagine the chaos felt by twenty slaughtered six year old children?)
"We felt safe on a baseball field." (Those 20-first graders felt safe sitting at school tables.)
"We knew the shooter had an automatic rifle." (The children were too young and innocent to grasp and understand what was happening.)
"We began the day with normal routine looking forward to playing baseball for fun" (Those six-year old elementary school children were dropped off by parents who were engrossed in routine while their children were looking forward to their Christmas break with gifts and laughter.)
Speaker of the House, Paul Ryan addressed fellow congresspeople immediately after the terrible shooting. Ryan stated, "We (lawmakers) are united." (The parents of first graders' Olivia Engel, Dylan Hockley and Jessie Lewis were hoping for Congressional unity as Congress was asked by President Obama to enhance America's gun control measures.
Well whata ya know? On Wednesday, June 14, It seems many of our Congresspeople were shocked as they said, "THIS COULD happen to any of us." No shit!
It just might be a good time to get out of bed with the NRA and then after enacting stricter gun laws address the need to re-think mental hospitals' value. In 1981, our federal government reduced mental hospital funding by 30%. From that moment the inadequate caring for the mentally ill has become our nation's shameful legacy.
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Man with a gun over there
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
In The Words of Frankie Yankovic...
I am well aware of DNA factors and glandular conditions, which can render body-frames and circumstances that ultimately cause people to gain large amounts of weight. I am also cognizant of the fact that many Americans and people World-wide work hard fighting weight-gain. Finally, we must all know that discussing folks' obesity is now under scrutiny by the 'politically-correct-patrol-officer.'
The word 'fat' was often used growing up in the '40's & '50's and, in fact, some kids were given the nickname 'Fat' or 'Fatso' or 'Lumpy.' Whatever...here's the 'skinny' on obesity. A recent study conducted by the University of Washington (Seattle) concludes that today's global obesity problem affects 1-in-10 people worldwide. Among the 20- largest countries the USA has the highest rate of obesity in children and young adults. (Note: Do you wish to discuss the future of health care?) America also has the highest number of obese adults.
Perhaps the growing problem of obesity will bring back one of my favorite polka-songs played at every Polish (1950's) wedding reception that I crashed during those teen years...sorry folks it ain't politically correct...but it is what it is and I believe the cause of most obesity is found in the old adage: 'Some eat to live while others live to eat.'
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Its Polka Time
She's Too Fat
The word 'fat' was often used growing up in the '40's & '50's and, in fact, some kids were given the nickname 'Fat' or 'Fatso' or 'Lumpy.' Whatever...here's the 'skinny' on obesity. A recent study conducted by the University of Washington (Seattle) concludes that today's global obesity problem affects 1-in-10 people worldwide. Among the 20- largest countries the USA has the highest rate of obesity in children and young adults. (Note: Do you wish to discuss the future of health care?) America also has the highest number of obese adults.
Perhaps the growing problem of obesity will bring back one of my favorite polka-songs played at every Polish (1950's) wedding reception that I crashed during those teen years...sorry folks it ain't politically correct...but it is what it is and I believe the cause of most obesity is found in the old adage: 'Some eat to live while others live to eat.'
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Its Polka Time
She's Too Fat
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Once Noisy Summer Nights
in 1962, I was coaching in Assumption, Illinois, which is a small farming community 22-miles south of Decatur. We lived in a small two-bedroom house at the edge of town on a blacktop. Across the street was a bean field and next to it was a tavern. One hot summer night in the wee-morning-hours with windows wide open I heard a cracklings noise and woke to a bright light. The tavern was a blaze. It burned to the ground. A few years ago, my Decatur neighbor's wood fence caught fire, which posed a threat to nearby houses. Had it not been for someone ringing our door bell, we would have slept through the excitement because our home was shut up tight with windows closed, the A/C bumping and bedroom ceiling fan whirling.
I recall as a kid nobody had air conditioning and adults sat outside of an evening to catch a breeze while children noises were plentiful as they played their yard and street games of hide 'n seek, Mother may I or kick-the-can. The nighttime noises of my youthful days rang out wit yelling, laughter and chattering sounds. I don't know about your neighborhood these days but mine is eerie as if Rod Serling might jump from behind my front yard bushes and tell me, "You're about to enter the Twilight Zone." Adults no longer sit outside and kids surely don't play outside. I read a magazine article the other day that reported a recent study concluding that kids 8-to-12 years old spend six hour daily on their electronic devises add another six hours of television viewing...well, you get the picture.
When I reached those teen years, my night-game activities changed as I began hanging out with my buddies on the city street corners. Why not? It seemed be the natural thing to do.
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Night Games
I recall as a kid nobody had air conditioning and adults sat outside of an evening to catch a breeze while children noises were plentiful as they played their yard and street games of hide 'n seek, Mother may I or kick-the-can. The nighttime noises of my youthful days rang out wit yelling, laughter and chattering sounds. I don't know about your neighborhood these days but mine is eerie as if Rod Serling might jump from behind my front yard bushes and tell me, "You're about to enter the Twilight Zone." Adults no longer sit outside and kids surely don't play outside. I read a magazine article the other day that reported a recent study concluding that kids 8-to-12 years old spend six hour daily on their electronic devises add another six hours of television viewing...well, you get the picture.
When I reached those teen years, my night-game activities changed as I began hanging out with my buddies on the city street corners. Why not? It seemed be the natural thing to do.
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Night Games
Monday, June 12, 2017
Special Event for Special People
Since retiring from coaching 16- years ago, I have assisted Decatur Public School District #61 in the capacity of Coordinator of their annual Thanksgiving Boys' Basketball tournament known as the Decatur/Team Soy Capital 🦃 Tourney as well as sports' education consultant. Those charges have kept me busy these past 16-years.
The Turkey Tournament offers its 48th classic this 2017 season. The eight teams participating this year are some of the best in Central and Up-State Illinois. Bolingbrook, Peoria High, Harvey-Thornton, Champaign Central, Springfield Southeast, Mt. Zion, Decatur Eisenhower and Decatur MacArthur make up this year's field. The event requires yours truly with the help of some capable sponsorship salespeople to raise $37,000.00 before tip off of the first game. Team financial guarantees total $18,000.00, security $5,000.00 and corporate hospitality room $2,000.00. Game workers and officials round out the expenses.
Decatur corporations and businesses are very responsive to the call for financial assistance. That said, on Monday, June 12, Mark McLeod, CEO of McLeod Express Trucking will provide a Turkey Tourney corporate appreciation luncheon at Stephen Decatur School for 120 guests. Mark will prepare the excellent foods on his famous 'griller' that is the exact model of the griller used by Dallas ' 'Cowboys' owner, Jerry Jones.
We are most grateful to Mark McLeod and our many sponsorship supporters for making this event truly one of the significant annual staples in the city of Decatur. 9 thousand fans will attend this week long basketball event, which has produced 81 Division I basketball players and most notably, Shaun Livingston and Andre' Iguodala of the Golden State ' Warriors.' The Turkey Tourney is a 'Celebration!'
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Celebrate Good Times
The Turkey Tournament offers its 48th classic this 2017 season. The eight teams participating this year are some of the best in Central and Up-State Illinois. Bolingbrook, Peoria High, Harvey-Thornton, Champaign Central, Springfield Southeast, Mt. Zion, Decatur Eisenhower and Decatur MacArthur make up this year's field. The event requires yours truly with the help of some capable sponsorship salespeople to raise $37,000.00 before tip off of the first game. Team financial guarantees total $18,000.00, security $5,000.00 and corporate hospitality room $2,000.00. Game workers and officials round out the expenses.
Decatur corporations and businesses are very responsive to the call for financial assistance. That said, on Monday, June 12, Mark McLeod, CEO of McLeod Express Trucking will provide a Turkey Tourney corporate appreciation luncheon at Stephen Decatur School for 120 guests. Mark will prepare the excellent foods on his famous 'griller' that is the exact model of the griller used by Dallas ' 'Cowboys' owner, Jerry Jones.
We are most grateful to Mark McLeod and our many sponsorship supporters for making this event truly one of the significant annual staples in the city of Decatur. 9 thousand fans will attend this week long basketball event, which has produced 81 Division I basketball players and most notably, Shaun Livingston and Andre' Iguodala of the Golden State ' Warriors.' The Turkey Tourney is a 'Celebration!'
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Celebrate Good Times
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Anniversary # 57 Today
On June 11, 1960, Mel Roustio and Gerry Bischof exchanged wedding vows at Grand Marias State Park in East St. Louis, Illinois. Today that site is called Frank Holten State Park. The exact location of the wedding and reception was the Boathouse dinning room. The ceremony was officiated by a Justice Of the Peace. Why not a church wedding conducted by a minister or priest? This was our option to avoid the strain on the Catholic girl's family dealing with the unusual act of marrying out of the Church.
I met Gerry the summer of 1953. She was going into the 8th grade at Holy Angles Catholic School and I would be entering the 9th grade at Lansdowne Junior high school. That's right, our junior high was 7-8-9 while East Side High was 10-11-12. Gerry and I shared one of those party Post Office kisses at Lois Siegel's house. (I must thank Lois this October at the East Side's Class of 1957's 60th Reunion.) Gerry and I dated seven years throughout high school and my first three college years before marrying fifty-seven years ago. Adding the 7-courtship years and 57-married years it totals 64.
I'll stop here and simply say...God has blessed us with a long-rich history.
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Once Upon a Time
I met Gerry the summer of 1953. She was going into the 8th grade at Holy Angles Catholic School and I would be entering the 9th grade at Lansdowne Junior high school. That's right, our junior high was 7-8-9 while East Side High was 10-11-12. Gerry and I shared one of those party Post Office kisses at Lois Siegel's house. (I must thank Lois this October at the East Side's Class of 1957's 60th Reunion.) Gerry and I dated seven years throughout high school and my first three college years before marrying fifty-seven years ago. Adding the 7-courtship years and 57-married years it totals 64.
I'll stop here and simply say...God has blessed us with a long-rich history.
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Once Upon a Time
Friday, June 9, 2017
Call'em What You Wish, Just Beware
Yesterday while former FBI Director, James Comey was testifying before a Senate Committee regarding his firing by President Donald Trump, the President was speaking before the Faith and Freedom Coalition group of approximately one thousand. The President told the religious group, "We are under siege." Two thoughts come quickly to mind. The word 'siege' is incorrectly used in this instance by Trump. 'Siege' is Military or police action. And secondly, when the hell did Trump crawl into the pocket of American Christians? Not that I think for a minute that the Faith and Freedom group IS Christian anymore than I 'think' James Dobson could be Christian. That's correct> James Dobson (American evangelical Christian author) the same James Dobson who called for husbands to "shoot and kill" transgender men entering a woman's restroom. I'll recant my opinion of Mr. Dobson if anyone can show me scripture where Christ called for killing.
Some Christians might think their beliefs, teachings and principles were under attack by a Presidential candidate who makes fun of the handicapped, makes disparaging remarks about a woman's face, makes bigoted comments about a judge's ethnicity, suggest an opponent's father assisted in a Presidential assassination ( that would be bearing false witness), brags about sexually assaulting women for pleasure or suggests a female interviewer is "bleeding." Now THAT just might qualify as Christian ideals and principles 'under siege.'
My maternal grandparents were near and dear to me. Mammy Bennett was the most profound example of Christian love I have ever witnessed in my journey and that opinion is widely shared by many still on this journey. E. V. Bennett was a 'believer' but had a unique 'cut-the-hog' manner of speaking. Let me give an example of this: Mammy told me on more than one occasion, "Make sure you read Matthew 7-15 about false prophets coming in Sheep's clothing. You'll run into many over the years." E. V. often warned me about, "lyin' sons-a-bitches." Opposites do attract.
Some Christians might think their beliefs, teachings and principles were under attack by a Presidential candidate who makes fun of the handicapped, makes disparaging remarks about a woman's face, makes bigoted comments about a judge's ethnicity, suggest an opponent's father assisted in a Presidential assassination ( that would be bearing false witness), brags about sexually assaulting women for pleasure or suggests a female interviewer is "bleeding." Now THAT just might qualify as Christian ideals and principles 'under siege.'
My maternal grandparents were near and dear to me. Mammy Bennett was the most profound example of Christian love I have ever witnessed in my journey and that opinion is widely shared by many still on this journey. E. V. Bennett was a 'believer' but had a unique 'cut-the-hog' manner of speaking. Let me give an example of this: Mammy told me on more than one occasion, "Make sure you read Matthew 7-15 about false prophets coming in Sheep's clothing. You'll run into many over the years." E. V. often warned me about, "lyin' sons-a-bitches." Opposites do attract.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Music-Music-Music
Most people enjoy some type of music but obviously the taste in music and the artists' style making the sounds finds a wide-range-appreciation spectrum. Considering my seventy-eight years, one could likely do the math-subtraction and be correct surmising that my music interests heightened during this 1950's teenage years. That agreed, I can tell you that I was exposed to other music before my own teen fascinations. My parents embraced the music coming out of World War II, which offered big bands like Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman and the Dorsey Brothers. They also enjoyed the volcalist who graduated from those Big Bands. Names and voices such as Vaughn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Tony Bennett, Frankie Laine, The Andrew Sisters, Jo Stafford, Ella Fitzgerald just to recall a few that were often heard on the radio at our home. Many if not most post-World War II American households werelistening to radio and particularly music. That era did not have the television options of Dr.Phil, 24/7 cable news are finding out who's your daddy on the Maury Povich Show. That early music exposure caused me to begin building my personal music library many years ago starting with mid-1940's artists.
I can vividly remember my father questioning my developing taste in music as I began transitioning interest from the likes of Doris Day, Patti Paige, Don Cornell, Tony Bennett and the Ames Brothers and picked up on the Rock & Roll crowd, the likes of Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Bill Haley & The Comets, The Platters, Elvis, Sam Cooke and any group that found the 'echo sound' later referenced as Doo Wop.
Even though our music history intertwines with our social issues and world events there remains once 'constant' through the decades and that would be a songs' 'hook.' The 'hook' is that part of a song, which grabs your ear...a catch-phrase. Next time you are driving down the highway k
Listening to music, pay attention to every songs' 'hook.' Meanwhile listen to what I believe is one of the best 'hooks' in any song...Little Anthony & The Imperials' "Tears on My Pillow." Can you identify the 'hook?' It was first recorded in 1958 and climbed to #4 on the Billboard Charts and it has sustained throughout the years.
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Tears on My Pillow
I can vividly remember my father questioning my developing taste in music as I began transitioning interest from the likes of Doris Day, Patti Paige, Don Cornell, Tony Bennett and the Ames Brothers and picked up on the Rock & Roll crowd, the likes of Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Bill Haley & The Comets, The Platters, Elvis, Sam Cooke and any group that found the 'echo sound' later referenced as Doo Wop.
Even though our music history intertwines with our social issues and world events there remains once 'constant' through the decades and that would be a songs' 'hook.' The 'hook' is that part of a song, which grabs your ear...a catch-phrase. Next time you are driving down the highway k
Listening to music, pay attention to every songs' 'hook.' Meanwhile listen to what I believe is one of the best 'hooks' in any song...Little Anthony & The Imperials' "Tears on My Pillow." Can you identify the 'hook?' It was first recorded in 1958 and climbed to #4 on the Billboard Charts and it has sustained throughout the years.
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Tears on My Pillow
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Senior Men: Can We Talk?
I never imagined I'd have this conversation with gents of my generation. Actually, I was busy and I knew others were busy working and providing for families. As with my contemporaries, I was oblivious to Father Time altering life as we were living it. I don't know about you other guys but I took my own bodily functions for granted. After all that body was strong, efficient and seemingly industructable and unfaltering. Oops, it happened...slowly but it happened...things changed.
I will not speak for others but I can share changes affecting this writer:
1. This once 'night owl' fella is now early to bed and early to rise...like 9:00PM / 5:30AM.
2. I eat smaller portions and I've finally developed an appreciation for fish and veggies.
3. I take three blood pressure pills, a baby aspirin and another pill to stop acid reflux.
4. Reading glasses are a must.
5. Facial blemishes can no longer be dismissed as acne.
6. I have time to read three newspapers (today) but the news is no better in one than another.
7. These senior seasons find me actually talking 'at' people on television...this is not good.
8. I do 95% of grocery shopping and actually enjoy the exercise.
9. I spend more time with my dog than people...that would be normal for a guy who talks at the TV.
10. Following Cardinals' baseball as a kid made me a fan; following Cardinals' baseball as an adult has made me uninterested in the game not to mention depressed.
11. I've become cynical of pro sports believing the games are played by over-paid pampered players protected by rules that appease the over-paying and marginally intelligent fans.
12. I still get a daily one-hour walking workout plus additional nighttime bathroom mileage.
13. On that subject: My once predictable 'pee-direction' is somewhat erratic these days and my 'doo -doo' moments are more urgently spontaneous.
14, My hearing was once so good, I could hear a mouse pissing on cotton in the back of the shed. Today with my hearing-aids, I can drive miles and not hear the clicking of my directional signals.
15. Today, I notice neck hair, nose and ear hair grow faster than head-hair.
That said...what a great life!
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Don't Blink
I will not speak for others but I can share changes affecting this writer:
1. This once 'night owl' fella is now early to bed and early to rise...like 9:00PM / 5:30AM.
2. I eat smaller portions and I've finally developed an appreciation for fish and veggies.
3. I take three blood pressure pills, a baby aspirin and another pill to stop acid reflux.
4. Reading glasses are a must.
5. Facial blemishes can no longer be dismissed as acne.
6. I have time to read three newspapers (today) but the news is no better in one than another.
7. These senior seasons find me actually talking 'at' people on television...this is not good.
8. I do 95% of grocery shopping and actually enjoy the exercise.
9. I spend more time with my dog than people...that would be normal for a guy who talks at the TV.
10. Following Cardinals' baseball as a kid made me a fan; following Cardinals' baseball as an adult has made me uninterested in the game not to mention depressed.
11. I've become cynical of pro sports believing the games are played by over-paid pampered players protected by rules that appease the over-paying and marginally intelligent fans.
12. I still get a daily one-hour walking workout plus additional nighttime bathroom mileage.
13. On that subject: My once predictable 'pee-direction' is somewhat erratic these days and my 'doo -doo' moments are more urgently spontaneous.
14, My hearing was once so good, I could hear a mouse pissing on cotton in the back of the shed. Today with my hearing-aids, I can drive miles and not hear the clicking of my directional signals.
15. Today, I notice neck hair, nose and ear hair grow faster than head-hair.
That said...what a great life!
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Don't Blink
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Where Did I Go?
A few days back, I was searching for some postage stamps when I came across some recent mailings. There amongst the many advertising envelopes was a rather neat framed certificate declaring that GERRY ROUSTIO was a Honorary Boys' Town Citizen for the year 2017. There was also a membership card proclaiming her decade membership. This June, we will be married 57-years; I didn't know she was a Boys' Town citizen.
As I continued my postage-stamp hunt, I noticed that (wife) Gerry is also good friends with March of Dimes, St. Jude, American Heart Association, an Alzheimer's 'walk-group,' American Cancer Society, a Veterans Organization and the Sheriff's Association. I know this because there are dozens of return address label sheets with Gerry Roustio's name. There's nary one sheet with 'Mel Roustio.'
I mean, Really? You'd think when she sends a donation to the American Diabetes Association, she'd think, "Umm, do I know someone who has diabetes?" Yes, Gerry...your husband...I got a name...get me some return address labels.
Later in the day, perched on my 'ponder-swing,' I gave greater thought to my obvious 'Identity Crisis.' I used to get all kinds of mail years ago. I recall getting frequent inquiries about plans for a 'free' weekend vacation resort stay in Branson, Missouri. Today, I get frequent mail from a local funeral home wanting to plan a different trip.
I do appreciate my grown children and some grandkids who telephone frequently. The only person who telephones more than the kids is some gal named 'Rachael' who wishes to do something with my credit card...I think she wants to 'use' it. Most tele-marketing callers ask for 'Gerry.' When they hear my voice, they say, 'Hi, Jerry.' I quickly say, "Jerry and his wife are out-of-town, I'm House sitting."
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I Got a Name
As I continued my postage-stamp hunt, I noticed that (wife) Gerry is also good friends with March of Dimes, St. Jude, American Heart Association, an Alzheimer's 'walk-group,' American Cancer Society, a Veterans Organization and the Sheriff's Association. I know this because there are dozens of return address label sheets with Gerry Roustio's name. There's nary one sheet with 'Mel Roustio.'
I mean, Really? You'd think when she sends a donation to the American Diabetes Association, she'd think, "Umm, do I know someone who has diabetes?" Yes, Gerry...your husband...I got a name...get me some return address labels.
Later in the day, perched on my 'ponder-swing,' I gave greater thought to my obvious 'Identity Crisis.' I used to get all kinds of mail years ago. I recall getting frequent inquiries about plans for a 'free' weekend vacation resort stay in Branson, Missouri. Today, I get frequent mail from a local funeral home wanting to plan a different trip.
I do appreciate my grown children and some grandkids who telephone frequently. The only person who telephones more than the kids is some gal named 'Rachael' who wishes to do something with my credit card...I think she wants to 'use' it. Most tele-marketing callers ask for 'Gerry.' When they hear my voice, they say, 'Hi, Jerry.' I quickly say, "Jerry and his wife are out-of-town, I'm House sitting."
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I Got a Name
Monday, June 5, 2017
Fighting Despair
When I read the news of a young Springfield boy's shooting-death, I felt instant sadness, anger and disgust. I remembered the youngster playing for the Southeast high school basketball team a couple of years past in our Annual Decatur Thanksgiving tournament. The senseless murder conjured up memories of other painful times when my own guys met similar inner-city 'street-fate.' Two of my Stephen Decatur high school former players' lives were cut short because they trusted the wrong people and put themselves in compromising situations. I will forever choke-back personal tears recalling what might have been.
Once upon a time in my life, I remember escaping from negative realities immersing myself in television entertainment. Today, T. V. offers little relief as more and more 24/7 cable news coverage of crazy-acts of terrorism, government gridlock driven by impotent closed minded leadership and supported by a narrow-thinking populace, engages in hate rhetoric on social media.
These are sick times in which we live. The focus on these negative-current events can quickly cause sad and depressing feelings.
When I finally push myself away from all the negativism, I focus on 'me.' That's Right 'ME.'
Not poor me but rather me with regards to> How am 'I' responding to this avalanche of hate and the subsequent senseless acts perpetrated on fellow-man?< The answer comes when I accept the fact that my greatest joy has always come to 'me' when I believe I have made another person 'feel' good. That said, I will share with you the following: I have begun concentrating on my daily encounters with people. When I leave the house on matters of routine, pleasure or business, I anticipate with whom I may contact along the way. I make it a point to make eye contact with folks. Require some specifics when conversing. Show interest and concern for their thoughts and well being. I keep a daily comment-notebook, diary if you wish, in which I enter people names and notations. I have done this for five days...I like what I experiencing.
In my conscientious effort to make others 'feel good,' guess what? It's already working wonders on 'me.' Let's start our own grass-roots movement, shall we? We'll call it "Brighten Your Corner."
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Brighten The Corner
Once upon a time in my life, I remember escaping from negative realities immersing myself in television entertainment. Today, T. V. offers little relief as more and more 24/7 cable news coverage of crazy-acts of terrorism, government gridlock driven by impotent closed minded leadership and supported by a narrow-thinking populace, engages in hate rhetoric on social media.
These are sick times in which we live. The focus on these negative-current events can quickly cause sad and depressing feelings.
When I finally push myself away from all the negativism, I focus on 'me.' That's Right 'ME.'
Not poor me but rather me with regards to> How am 'I' responding to this avalanche of hate and the subsequent senseless acts perpetrated on fellow-man?< The answer comes when I accept the fact that my greatest joy has always come to 'me' when I believe I have made another person 'feel' good. That said, I will share with you the following: I have begun concentrating on my daily encounters with people. When I leave the house on matters of routine, pleasure or business, I anticipate with whom I may contact along the way. I make it a point to make eye contact with folks. Require some specifics when conversing. Show interest and concern for their thoughts and well being. I keep a daily comment-notebook, diary if you wish, in which I enter people names and notations. I have done this for five days...I like what I experiencing.
In my conscientious effort to make others 'feel good,' guess what? It's already working wonders on 'me.' Let's start our own grass-roots movement, shall we? We'll call it "Brighten Your Corner."
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Brighten The Corner
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Loving / Chiding Children
Gerry and I are very blessed with adult married children and their spouses who demonstrate loving-caring respect. I've shared with readers previously that our children and a few of the grandchildren telephone regularly. Our own children frequently include us and in their social/ family gatherings and sometimes they embrace impromptu engagements. The latter was the case this past Friday.
On Friday, our son Steve telephoned to ask, "What are you and mom doing this evening?" "Nothing," was my response. The plan? We meet Steve in Springfield for dinner and he brings granddaughters Shannon, Loren and great granddaughter, Juniper. It seems Steve and Kathy were babysitting Juniper and since Steve's wife, Kathy had a work commitment, Steve was reaching out to the 'old folks.'
Later in the morning, I was waiting for my wife to take her to a meeting and then to the post office after which, I planned to complete my 45-minute walk. Suddenly there was a front door knock that would alter the hours up until the Springfield departure. I opened the front door to see youngest daughter, Pam and their family's Golden Retriever. Pam's comment, "You never know what tomorrow may bring so I thought I'd take my parents out for lunch and spend the day with them." WOW! How lucky, I thought. I'm getting two free meals today...provided I can last the day...Well, Pam DID hint that there IS a tentative factor. Actually, she did not hint. Her comment reminded me of a description my father once used profiling my wife. Dad said, "Gerry, you're as subtle as a punch in the nose." Obviously, the apple fell close to that tree.
Let me proclaim: Gerry and I had a terrific day. We are blessed; We are grateful.
I understand that our daughter, Dawn called her sister, Pam later that day to tell Pam that she called mom and dad's house phone twice and each of their cell phones and did not get an answer. Pam seized the moment!!! Pam told sister Dawn, "Dawn don't worry about mom and dad. I spent the day with them and took them to lunch and Steve is meeting them in Springfield to take them out for dinner...you don't need to worry about our parents."
I can guarantee you that statement 'has legs.' Dawn has not heard the last of the digs. Steve has yet weighed-in.
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Mom Always Liked You Best
On Friday, our son Steve telephoned to ask, "What are you and mom doing this evening?" "Nothing," was my response. The plan? We meet Steve in Springfield for dinner and he brings granddaughters Shannon, Loren and great granddaughter, Juniper. It seems Steve and Kathy were babysitting Juniper and since Steve's wife, Kathy had a work commitment, Steve was reaching out to the 'old folks.'
Later in the morning, I was waiting for my wife to take her to a meeting and then to the post office after which, I planned to complete my 45-minute walk. Suddenly there was a front door knock that would alter the hours up until the Springfield departure. I opened the front door to see youngest daughter, Pam and their family's Golden Retriever. Pam's comment, "You never know what tomorrow may bring so I thought I'd take my parents out for lunch and spend the day with them." WOW! How lucky, I thought. I'm getting two free meals today...provided I can last the day...Well, Pam DID hint that there IS a tentative factor. Actually, she did not hint. Her comment reminded me of a description my father once used profiling my wife. Dad said, "Gerry, you're as subtle as a punch in the nose." Obviously, the apple fell close to that tree.
Let me proclaim: Gerry and I had a terrific day. We are blessed; We are grateful.
I understand that our daughter, Dawn called her sister, Pam later that day to tell Pam that she called mom and dad's house phone twice and each of their cell phones and did not get an answer. Pam seized the moment!!! Pam told sister Dawn, "Dawn don't worry about mom and dad. I spent the day with them and took them to lunch and Steve is meeting them in Springfield to take them out for dinner...you don't need to worry about our parents."
I can guarantee you that statement 'has legs.' Dawn has not heard the last of the digs. Steve has yet weighed-in.
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Mom Always Liked You Best
Friday, June 2, 2017
Celebrate This Life
Three of our adult children (married couples) have experienced a wide range/mixed bag of emotions in the past few weeks. I shared earlier the fact that my wife and I watched Multiple graduations this spring. Three grandchildren received college degrees; daughter, Dawn and son-in-law, Shawn's third child, Colin, while daughter, Pam & son-in-law, Tim's daughter, Erica along with son, Steve & daughter-in-law, Kathy's daughter, Loren joined the college graduate ranks. Steve and Kathy also saw their triplet boys grabbed high school diplomas. And now you understand the happy-time celebrations tempered if you will by some sad moments.
Two of the college grads garnered employment. Colin heads to the business world with a logistics position in downtown Chicago, which means he can remain at home for awhile. On the other hand, Loren move onto another campus at St. Louis University to continue medical school and Erica left the comforts of the Jacksonville homestead for a Human Resource position with a St. Louis law firm. The triplets are 'gone.' Jake heads to six months of National Guard basic training delaying college until January. Carter is entering nurses training education at UMSL and Jamie checks in at Harris Stowe State University in St. Louis. Appears to me that future family reunions should be scheduled under the Gateway Arch.
Okay, let's step back, pause and see these moments for what they truly signify. Your child has left the nest! It ain't ever going to be the same. Tears will be shed by moms and dads; I remember them oh, so well. Every parent understand that life is a series of 'letting-go-moments.' We angst over the little one leaving the house for pre-school and first grade. Those worrying times of high school and auto driving not to mention our hand-wringing about prom parties and hopefully our kid making good choices. Then we cry tears and attempt to get our stomach from our throat as we drive away leaving our child at some far away campus. You would think we were getting good at letting go but never, it's one of those elusive things.
This day, I look at my children and think back to the emotional pain they feel. I pause for a moment and wish I could protect them from more 'let-go-times,' which await them as the years roll by...but I can't. God only knows, I would if I could.
The reality can be harsh. My kids, as yours must come to know that life longs for itself and only a foolish heart would fail to celebrate our journey while we may in a wonderful world.
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What a Wonderful World
Two of the college grads garnered employment. Colin heads to the business world with a logistics position in downtown Chicago, which means he can remain at home for awhile. On the other hand, Loren move onto another campus at St. Louis University to continue medical school and Erica left the comforts of the Jacksonville homestead for a Human Resource position with a St. Louis law firm. The triplets are 'gone.' Jake heads to six months of National Guard basic training delaying college until January. Carter is entering nurses training education at UMSL and Jamie checks in at Harris Stowe State University in St. Louis. Appears to me that future family reunions should be scheduled under the Gateway Arch.
Okay, let's step back, pause and see these moments for what they truly signify. Your child has left the nest! It ain't ever going to be the same. Tears will be shed by moms and dads; I remember them oh, so well. Every parent understand that life is a series of 'letting-go-moments.' We angst over the little one leaving the house for pre-school and first grade. Those worrying times of high school and auto driving not to mention our hand-wringing about prom parties and hopefully our kid making good choices. Then we cry tears and attempt to get our stomach from our throat as we drive away leaving our child at some far away campus. You would think we were getting good at letting go but never, it's one of those elusive things.
This day, I look at my children and think back to the emotional pain they feel. I pause for a moment and wish I could protect them from more 'let-go-times,' which await them as the years roll by...but I can't. God only knows, I would if I could.
The reality can be harsh. My kids, as yours must come to know that life longs for itself and only a foolish heart would fail to celebrate our journey while we may in a wonderful world.
(Touch)
What a Wonderful World
Thursday, June 1, 2017
You Don't Own Me
I enjoy reading and interacting on Facebook. I like to hear about and from old friends, former students and the hundreds of guys I once coached. I accept many new Facebook friends who perhaps by word of mouth heard rumblings about some of my 'blog-rants' and simply wish to read them. Thank you. Often, I may get into a political debate with folks on Facebook but I try to avoid too much of that because it is obvious that these times are filled with plenty of anger and hate...don't wish to go there.
The Internet and Facebook along with email access offer wonderful learning and communication opportunities.
Regarding emailing, messaging and Facebook re-posting, I can honestly say that once in awhile I truly enjoy those funny cartoons or story. And how about those fascinating photos of animals and beautiful scenic views of nature? The heart-felt stories make me feel good about my fellow man; yes indeed, I appreciate those who share. HOWEVER, I SAID, HOWEVER, I absolutely deplore those messages that come with those footnote 'directives,' which tells me to email this to 10 other people and good things will happen to me in five days...or...if I love Jesus I will send this message to 20 people or if I care about babies and puppies I'll hit 'like' and re-post. You know exactly the kind of crap I'm talking about. How dare someone tell me that my future, my good fortune or relationship with Christ is hinged on how I respond to an electronic communication! Stop it! Beside...I completed a total of 19-years of formal education; I've had enough 'homework' assignments!
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You Don't Own Me
The Internet and Facebook along with email access offer wonderful learning and communication opportunities.
Regarding emailing, messaging and Facebook re-posting, I can honestly say that once in awhile I truly enjoy those funny cartoons or story. And how about those fascinating photos of animals and beautiful scenic views of nature? The heart-felt stories make me feel good about my fellow man; yes indeed, I appreciate those who share. HOWEVER, I SAID, HOWEVER, I absolutely deplore those messages that come with those footnote 'directives,' which tells me to email this to 10 other people and good things will happen to me in five days...or...if I love Jesus I will send this message to 20 people or if I care about babies and puppies I'll hit 'like' and re-post. You know exactly the kind of crap I'm talking about. How dare someone tell me that my future, my good fortune or relationship with Christ is hinged on how I respond to an electronic communication! Stop it! Beside...I completed a total of 19-years of formal education; I've had enough 'homework' assignments!
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You Don't Own Me
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