Memory Page

Click here to play \”Precious Memories\” by Emmylou Harris and Vince Gill

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I’ve been thinking it would be fun to have a page with favorite memories on it. Photos with Papa and Neenie, Grandpa Bud and Grandma Ollie, vacations, trips, etc. Let’s see what we can come up with to get it going. I’m not sure who has the photo, but would love to get my hands on a digital copy of the one where dad is laying on the pond bank with a can of Pepsi while everyone is fishing in the background. It was in the memorial video, but I don’t know how to capture that for here.


5 responses to “Memory Page

  1. Daddy’s Knife.

    Where to start? He ALWAYS had a knife in his pocket. The older he got, the less likely it was to be one of his own and the thinner the blades got.

    One thing daddy was very good at was sharpening knives. He’d always have a half dozen patches of bare skin on his arms where he ‘tested’ the blade and shaved all the hair off.

    The knife rarely had a pointed tip after the first, oh, two hours or so. Daddy didn’t need a Swiss Army Knife… his single blade model was a prybar (snap), a screwdriver (make use of that flat tip), a fork (so what if it’s only one tine, it works), a razor, a toothpick, a nail file and cleaner, and about anything else you can think of.

    He was a mechanic, so he was always digging grease out of his nails. Consequently, the knife always had a nice gathering of gunk back where the blade and handle met. He usually had a little square whetstone in his pocket with everything else, and if there was nothing else going on, he’d have it out honing the edge on the knife blade.

    Those weekend trips to Grandpa Bud’s or to Cache for some fishing (one weekend north, the next weekend south) were always marked by a stop for food. Almost always it was a loaf of bread, a jar of sandwich spread (you know, the one with pickles and stuff in it) or miracle whip if they didn’t have the spread. Bologna was guaranteed, and if daddy had his way, there was some of that nasty liver loaf (Grandpa Bud called it ‘goose grease’) or occasionally pickle loaf stuff that looks like the bologna version of a fruit cake. Ick… but if mom went in, we would get a rare treat of a nice slice of ham to go WITH the bologna. Onion… always a slab of onion, and maybe a peice of cheese if you got lucky.

    That knife of daddy’s would come out of his pocket for spreading the bread. If mom knew we were gonna stop for sandwiches, she’d get custody of the knife and get rid of the worst of the pocket fodder before we even got around to stopping. Oh, yeah. Fritos and a can of bean dip. This is ROAD TRIP, man!! Everyone has to have onions and fritos on their breath, and when that eventually wears off, the beandip kicks in for a whole new adventure in smells.

    Ok, we’ve had our lunch on the road, enjoyed the various fragrances that follow (5 people in the vehicle, mind you… ). If it was south we were headed, the pocket knife became a pond-side surgical tool, suitable for cutting fishing line, scaling fish, or whatever cropped up that needed doing. Sometimes it was skinning squirrels or dressing out whatever kind of bird the guys shot. Breakfast was typically biscuits and gravy with some kind of fresh kill – quail, squirrel, you name it.

    For a trip north to grandpa’s, the knife generally came out with a peice of fresh fruit, with daddy sitting outside somewhere and us kids following him like the pied piper while he sliced off chunks of whatever he was eating. He’d stab it, hand it to us still on the knife and say ‘Don’t cut yourself.’ Nowadays he’d be accused of trying to stab us or some form of child abuse.

    The ‘early’ days had numerous chicken pluckings, laundry on grandma Ollie’s wringer washer (she hated us being around it – always afraid we’d get a finger in it so she would feed the clothes in and we just got to catch them coming through and souse them in the rinse water), watermelon feeds, water fights and lots of re-reading the same old Reader’s Digest magazines or playing Chinese Checkers.

    When he passed away and we were going through his things, there were all these knife boxes from collector edition knives Bro #2 had given daddy. Most were empty, the knives taken out and used by daddy. The ones we found here and there around the house and barn had almost no blade left, but what good are knives in a drawer? Every time we found a knife, we found memories to cherish, not boxes with clean, sterile knives that were worth a few bucks more than what was paid for them.

    THAT is living!

  2. I remember those old knives and you kids weren’t the only ones following him round for peices of fruit. I loved peaches offa that knife.

  3. Clipped recipes (2,348,261 and counting)… Zero Dollars, Clipped Obituaries (348 and counting, all just random folks unrelated but with ties to Mustang)… Zero Dollars, Clipped Advise Columns (348,261 and counting)…Zero Dollars. A few hours picturing mom with her big silver sewing scissors and a stack of newspapers on a Sunday afternoon…Priceless.

  4. Interesing clipping from Box #1… no date so don’t know how old this is, but if anyone is looking for old china or silver replacement peices, might be worth looking into! I googled and found a website, so they are an active company.

    Replacements, LTD.
    China, Crystal, Flatware & Collectibles
    Active & Discontinued Patterns
    1089 Knox Road, Dept XQ
    Greensboro, NC 27420

  5. “Toting Tips” clipping – how to pick a backpack or bag for your child.

    Don’t use a backpack that hangs more than 4″ below the waist as it increases the weight pull on the shoulders.

    Use both shoulder straps AND the waist/hip strap… they are put there to help balance the backpack and avoid strain injury

    Make sure straps are padded and adjustable.

    If the school permits them, choose a pack on wheels rather than a backpack.

    Put heaviest items closest to the back rather than in outer pockets.

    Bend at the knee and slip one shoulder strap on, using your legs to lift a heavily loaded pack.


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