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Some Thoughts About Dads and Their Day

Some Thoughts About Dads and Their Day

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Another Father’s Day!  Most of us know the routine: a card, maybe a tie or perhaps a gift card to Cabelas (hint, hint), ok, choice of restaurant, certainly hugs, phone calls, and kind words.  While it’s been awhile since raising children was an issue with me, the memories are yet well in place.  Even today as I recall my own challenges, I am filled with a sense of responsibilities not always handled so well, and the resulting thoughts of “what if I had only,” that hangs clearly in my mind right beside the reality sign reading, “but I really did the best I could at the time.”   My dad was a consummate man of peace.  Helping with laundry and cooking, there was no division of labor in his home. …
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MEMORIAL DAY – MAY 30, 2015

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Intro:  First “Memorial Day”- spring 1865.  May 30, 1868 was declared “Decoration Day”…honor graves of our brave.  In 1971, Congress moved date to last Monday in May- not popular- critics note detraction from seriousness of occasion, for a 3 day holiday!  Since 1950’s, a pres. Vp has made a speech and placed wreath at tomb of unknown soldier.  The Civil War marked the most horrific event in America’s history.   Our boys fighting and killing OUR BOYS!  On Nov 19, 1863, cold and damp, a piece of land was dedicated to those boys who fought in one of the fiercest battles- only 2400 people lived in Gettysburg, PA…but 75000 Conf. and 97000 Union fought for 3 days, with 51000 casualties.  The greatest president of our nation was invited to speak:…
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Mothers and Tough Love

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While today is a national observation to honor mothers, for many, we don’t need such a reminder because hardly a day will pass that our hearts are not filled with sweet memories of blessings received from our moms.  This deep and abiding love and admiration, however, usually did not spring up in early childhood.  As our lives expanded and we married and our own kids came along, well now, those experiences with feelings of exasperation, exhaustion and down-right anger, oh yeh, that’s when mom's “talks” and patience really sink in!  Today, consider briefly three mothers who raised sons: Jochebed – a captive in Egypt, raised her son, Moses to be the son of another woman, the king’s daughter.  Yet, when Moses grew up, he refused to be called Pharoah’s daughter’s…
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The Meeting and Corny Love

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The radio talk show guy broke our bedroom quiet; the red glare on the clock face said 3:00 AM. Only two things in my life are appropriate for a 3 o’clock wake up…fishing or hunting…Yet, here it was, and I was even out of bed and grabbing my electric shaver. Sweet “Dollie” was also up and heading for the kitchen. “Want coffee?” she asked. “Just water and a peanut butter cracker,” I replied. My early morning quick start ups, typically fishing or hunting days, begin with a small pack of peanut butter on cheese crackers and a bottle of water. Today would be no exception; I was scheduled for a two day business meeting in Kansas City, and my flight left at 6. In my twenty-nine years of financial services…
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The Three T’s in Thanksgiving

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Late September into October in western Maine could provide breath-taking panoramas of what many describe as “Indian Summer.” Those golden and red leaves of maple trees, the V-shaped flocks of Canadian geese heading south to their winter home along the coast, just after night fall, the lightning-like flashes of white, silvery sometimes red-tinged light streaking across the northern heavens displaying the sun glancing off Arctic ice, …that’s right, the Northern Lights, all beautiful signs of another changing season. Ah, but how quickly those blue skies and softly colored clouds shimmering lazily on the horizon of a majestic sunset fade away, making room for the inevitable winter freeze. Increasingly in November, harsh winds, falling leaves, freezing rain, and bitter temperatures usher in the approaching “holiday season.” Now, snow would typically have…
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The DNF Factor

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In our small town in western Maine, high school sports were limited. Basketball was king; the weather dictated much of our choices. Indoor sports were available, but when it could snow any month of the year, well…. choices narrowed. With just under one hundred students, fielding teams for some sports just didn’t work, football was one. Now, baseball and track, we managed, although the baseball field was muddy much of the spring season. I participated in basketball and baseball all four years. Running cross-country was tough; I participated for the exercise, but the two mile runs often produced genuine pain that eventually lead me to give it up. Before that time came, however, there was one practice session, I really remember. Like other singular events in our lives, this one…
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My Grampy (Part 2)

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Although my Grampy was a slender man, just under six feet, he could swing an axe and use a buck saw with the best of them…He never owned a chain saw, even late in his life after they came around.  In their home, heat for survival and cooking came from a wood stove in the kitchen.  In the cellar, there was a furnace, but only on the coldest of winter days, usually 20 below zero or more, would Gramp build a fire in it.  On the second floor were three  bedrooms, a small bathroom with no running water, and a large room with no insulation in the walls….oh, and no electricity!  The large attic was filled with trunks of “stuff.”  It was also used as a food locker: many deer…
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My Grampy (Part 1)

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My father’s father, was born in the back woods of western Maine, June 11, 1885.  His father, John Lymon, was born in 1854, too young to serve in the War Between The States.  In 1908 at age 23, Gramp married his childhood sweetheart, Hazel Amanda Rowe; they had grown up together since age three.  They would walk together through life’s ups and downs for almost 64 years. They died within two weeks of each other in 1972, going Home at ages 86 where they would finally be reunited with their first two children.  Indeed, the untimely, tragic deaths of my two aunts hangs heavy in my heart just relating that sad history.  Their second daughter, Rowena was barely six weeks old, when their first daughter, Myrtice, at age two, crawled…
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What Happens After a “Stick” Event?

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Ok, there I was in the bathroom about to shave and get on with my day… when..CRASH, BANG….and glass shards were sliding all over the tile floor around my bare feet…Looking up, I realized the rectangular cover from the light on the cathedral ceiling over the commode had somehow fallen, hit the toilet and shattered in dozens of pieces….first thing that hit me was…Wow, and I was just there!…second thing was how bright the room seemed without that heavy cover…it really brightened up the place…. Without too much effort, most of us can recall certain moments, some singular event, something very out of the ordinary, those “stick in our head” types, and these events above all else return to our memory… often without effort and at times when we aren’t…
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Are You Benefitting from Process and Spot?

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On July 20, 2014, Rory McIlroy won the British Open golf tournament at the tender age of 25. The young man not only handled the course with calm and consistency,…but during all the incessant interviews, he displayed remarkable composure and confidence coupled with genuine humbleness…very mature for such a young and very wealthy man. Today’s visit centers on Rory’s very simple formula of his “game plan.” He said, “I kept repeating over and over, Process and Spot.” Processing, he said, was about his long shots; spot was for his aim about and on the greens. For those folks who aren’t wildly fascinated with “cow pasture pool,” this simple plan offers a quick finger snap to something we may be missing in our …whatever routine. Now, the anatomy of the golf…
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