tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061743327777592182024-03-10T11:53:21.360-06:00Roy’s Garage Sell and AuctionRoy’s Garage Sell and Auction
Well, it is a garage sell and auction It is a philosophical and intellectual debate forum, too enlighten, educate, have fun, and a laugh or two. the garage is what is in my mind,what i have learn from life, sell is to exchange ideas, auction, bid by giving your opinon on subjectRoy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.comBlogger409125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-42144607654839566892019-05-28T20:31:00.003-06:002019-05-28T20:31:39.114-06:00pick on me Tuesday<br />
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don’t know for sure. I was told it was in the summer. Where I lived, we did not
take to keeping time with the year and date. It is 1866, so I guess I am 16 or
thereabouts. My given name was William Thomas Astin, but I answer to will or
bill and sometimes to tom. No one calls me Mr. Astin. Most of the time it is
hey you, or boy. But I have never been called late for super.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dad after the war started, he was at Chickamauga. We guessed he died there. We
never heard from him ever again. My brother Jim was killed at Shiloh. Ma died a
couple of days ago, she had been sick for a long time. We had no doctor I
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an old sack and put my Sunday go to meeting clothes in and the family bible in
it. I don’t know why I could not read or write. And some bread I had made, it
was a little hard and a side of bacon, and some black peas and beans. Mom’s old skillet I was all set. I took down
paws old fiddle to make some noise so I would not feel alone. I was singing the
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the trail of tears, I followed behind. After a weeks or so. I came to the
Mississippi River. It was too far to swim, and I don’t swim. I hung around the
town of Hickman, Kentucky. Till a riverboat came in, I ask how much a ride to
New Orleans was. He said it was two dollars. I only had five cents I had it for
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hard. I said, “Yes, I can.” He said if I can load cotton bails, he would pay me
five dollars when we got to New Orleans. And I could bring my mule. I to sign
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cotton bails. I was backbreaking work, but I manned up to it. They feed me
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fill. At noon we had ham and beans with cornbread. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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some cow on the boat we milked and cool the milk in jars in the river. At night
I would set on a cotton bail and play my fiddle a colored man taught me some
fun fiddle tunes. It was not long before people were dancing while I fiddled.
Someone came up with a banjo and a squeezebox. We were having a grand old time.
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a man had boarded with five slave chained by the neck to neck and foot to foot.
He was a slave hunter with runaways he caught. A Union Captain told him the war
was over and he had to let them go, they were free men and could go wherever
they wanted. It looked like a fight was going to happen, but the soldiers back
up the Captian, and it all was over. I had never seen men treated that way. We
never own any slave. I knew a few, back home from down the road at the plantation,
which was next to us. We were just sharecroppers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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now for two weeks. It is has been a slow way to go. Our next big stop was
Vicksburg. The soldiers left there. The slave hunter was made to part with
them. A couple of the ex-slaves signed on as deckhands. It made my work
lighter. I was glad that they did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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night came, and we play our music. The ex-slave the one with the banjo taught
me to play it, and some more songs. My singing was not too bad, most like it.
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they were good. They had bacon bit with red and green peppers and onions in
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filling the cabin. We manage to get it all on board. I don’t know how. We must
have had 200 bales on the boat. It was getting hard to get around on the boat.
I got a turn at lookout up in the wheelhouse. That was a lot of fun, I could
see a long ways off. The captain sent me up to the crow's nest, it was scary at
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story is fictitious; the names are also made up. And do not represent any
living person. That I know of. The event talks about are a real event held all
over the country, I hope you will look around your area and go to and support
these events. Most are open to the public with free admission. That is really
fun to watch. O-mok-see or gymkhana events are held year round. Calf pinning, horseman skills, cutting events
are also available to watch. Most of the
competitors and groups that put these on are volunteers. They love working and
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had the honor of being an <span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Estep program <span style="background: white; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">therapeutic horseback riding for people with
disabilities a certified trainer. I saw
many miracles in the time I was a trainer. You can help the program by
volunteering to be a safety. They are persons that walk alongside a rider to
catch them if they fall or assist a rider to stay on. You won’t regret it for
one minute. We had a 9-year-old girl that had never spoken a word, in her life.
She only grunted or moaned to communicate what she wanted. One day she was
being put on a horse she said, “Mommy I can. And later she said I love you,
mommy.” The only problem now is that you can’t shut her up now. We had boys and
girls that had cerebral palsy, scoliosis, and polio. They were a wheelchair
user. Build enough lower body strength and balance and coordination to walk. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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magical and miraculous</span>.
You can’t pay for the rewards you will receive. The program is run by an
all-volunteer staff. And receives finical support from Easter Seals. To buy
horses and tack for the program. It is a free program for the disabled. If you
can't volunteer then donate to Easter Seals. Its money well spent. They turn
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story that you are about to read in about a 12-year-old girl who had lost her
mom. She was unkempt and had become a problem child, and a controlling, bitchy
brat no one wanted to be around she was sad all the time and mopping around not
doing what she was told. Her dad was not a strong parent for the same reasons
as his daughter’s morning of her mother.<br />
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Well,
I had just finished up the breakfast dishes and pour me a brandy took a cigar
out on the jar brought to me by a friend from Puerto Rico. Went out on the
porch and sat down it the rocker, it was a beautiful may 24 not a cloud in the
sky. I could hear the brook babbling stories of rainbow trout. The day just had
a feeling of laziest to it. I had sat there for twenty minutes when a station
wagon and horse trailer pull up in the driveway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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man who looked to be in his fourthly with graying hair around his dark brown
hair. And a little girl about twelve got out of the car. She was some site. Her
red hair looked like it had never seen a brush or a comb, freckle-faced. Her
limes just seem to be in a tangle like her hair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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as Gorge Strong. And his daughter Sally Olivia Strong. They were here to buy a horse for Sally.
Well, I found my way to my feet, shook his hand, and said I am, John Baxter. I
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the coral and barn. That sally girl hops and skips ahead of us. I stopped at
the barn and got my lariat and a bucket of grain. That sally gal had climbed
the fence and straddled the top rail like an old cowhand. I had six horses for
sale in the coral. A little runt mare quarter horse named Penelope had come up
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was not the best horse I had; she was boney and a mess. I told them they were
all green broke and would take some riding to tame them out. Penelope had to
butt in again and was right up to that girl. I was about to chase her away
again when the darn kid slid right on her back, Penelope just stood there. To
surprise the heck out of me. She had been a hard one to break buck quite a bit,
that gal leaned forward a put her arms around Penelope's neck and said this one
dad this one. She asks what her name was.
I told her Penelope. She said, “You are going to be my pretty pal
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I have better-looking horses than her. Her hip bone looks like they were going
to pop through her skin at any moment. She was small, and a little underweight
only stood 13 hands. She was a blasé face roan with two white stockings. Well,
Gorge looks at me and ask how much. I scratched my head and said there is no
warranty on her and no return. I was going to take her down to the glue factory
and see what they would give me. He said, “Would 200 buy her.” I said, “I will
take a hundred, and mister, you just bought you a horse.” I got a halter and
put it on Penelope and a led rope the darn gal was still on her back with her
arms around her neck. I was thinking
here where the fun going to begin, Penelope had never been loaded in a trailer
before. I told that gal she had better get down while I put her in the trailer.
She said no and hug the horse more. I figured I would have to catch her when
the horse buck. Penelope loaded like she had been loaded a thousand times
before. Was I surprised? He dad, ask her, are you going to stay there till I
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and I went into the house I started to make out the bill of sale. Gorge said, “Make
it out to her; it's her money in your pocket.” She has been saving and working
for two years to get the money to buy a horse ever since I told her I was
buying a place here in the country. I purchased the old Johnson place five
miles down the road. Do you know the place? I said, “Yes, I was going to buy it
when I got the money together to do it. It
borders my place. Would you like some brandy and a good cigar?” He said, “Yes,
he would like that very much thank you.”
Let's go set on the porch. Sally
glanced an evil stare at us and held her nose. I said, “I will be clad when kid
minds their own business and keep their nose out of my smoke.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wait a bit maybe Sally will want to ride in the car. On the way home. I am a
widower my wife sally mother died eight months ago from breast cancer, and
sally has been withdrawn ever since. I hope this horse will bring her out of
it. He said, “John, how much will you charge me to teach her to take good care
of her horse and how to ride the only horse she had ridden way a pony ride at
the fair. She was six at the time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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finished our drinks and got ready to go. Sally would not get off the horse.
Gorge ask, “Do you think she will be all right riding there. Till I get them
home.” I told him I really did not know or if it had been done before. She
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got in my truck, and we headed out. It took all of five minutes to get there. I
worried all the way there about her. And they both were fine. We pulled in to
the yard and stopped by the barn. I help Gorge to lower the tailgate on the
trailer, then I backed Penelope out of the trailer. Sally had fallen asleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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took her off Penelope put her over his shoulder and carried her into the house
and put her in her bed. Penelope started to act up and wanted to follow them. I
got her under control and put her in a stall. She was not at all happy. I had
never seen a horse act that way about a person.
Maybe about a colt but a person never. Gorge had put on a pot of coffee.
And I was going to go home. When he asked me to come in and sit a spell. He asked me again about teaching her to take
care of the horse and ride. I told him I had given it some thought and told him
I got 45 a week to teach a person to ride it takes about six weeks for them to
be confident at riding. As far as teaching them to care for the horse another 5
bucks, so it comes to fifty a week, I would come three times a week, to teach
her. Gorge said, “I am the district manager for the ranch and home supply store
chain in town, and I make good money. I don’t think I have 200 extra a mouth to
do that. The coffee was made, and Gorge poured us a cup and then got out a
bottle of Irish whiskey and some cream. And fix us a cup of great Irish coffee.
Gorge said sorry I don’t have any cigars to offer you. I said, “I just happen
to have two right here in my pocket. <o:p></o:p></div>
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asked gorge what he was going to do with that 150-acre pasture that bordered my
place. He said, “He was going to run
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told him I had a deal for him. If he let me run my broodmares and thirty head
of cattle on there, I would teach Sally to care for her horse and ride with the
best. And in the spring I would give him his chose of half the calf crop. But
Sally would have to listen to me and do what I tell her or the deal in off. I
ask if she is in school. Gorge said, “No, she has refused to go ever since her
mother died.” I ask what he did with her while he was at work. He said, “He
dropped her off with his parents. “If we have a deal I will be here in the
morning, and you and I will talk to Sally, and you will have to lay down the
law to her, it’s no good to let her have thing her way all the time. I don’t
mean to tell you how to raise your child, but you need to set the rules. All
the pouting and refusing to do as she is told does not work. She, not your
daughter now she is just a spoiled brat that no one wants to be around. Gorge
said, “It sounds like we have a deal.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Here is two chapter of one of my books have fin reading. I am back to writing.<br />
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of the Durham University. Was taking his vacation in the Mediterranean Sea sailing
and scuba diving. Chasing down history’s artifacts. Off the shores of Athens. The
long hot summer day he enjoyed to the fullest. He had saved for years and got a
few research grants for his so-called expedition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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too add to the charm of the Mediterranean. They joined him on his 40-foot yacht.
They were fun to party with, he was more interested in what he could find under
the water than the girls. Using his
underwater metal detector he had found, old 16- century canons and outboard
motor and many new objects.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lucky that he had just anchored right over a sunken Greek ship. Although he
believed it was his research that led him there. The ship was obviously a
supply ship. He had found many suits on armor and helmets and swords. And three
skeletons still in their armor. He had brought them all to the surface to be
cleaned and inventoried. On one of the lifts, a heavy bronze sword fell out of
the netting and brushed against his arm just missing him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dive with 15 minutes of air left. He knew he had surfaced when he had 5 minutes
left to decompress. When his metal detector went nuts. He dug with his diving
knife in the silt and sand, to find a metal box, about 6 inches high by 8
inches long and 3 inches wide. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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boat, he cleaned the box of sand and silt. It was open on the top and ends and
had many gears, and two knobs with graduated dials on it. At first, he thought
it was made of gold, but under further examination, it was found to be gold
plated. He believes it was an early form of Sexton. He had found it had four
mirrors made of silver. They were a position by the knobs. His two months of
vacation was over, and he returned to port at Athens. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mister of antiquities, they had no claim on his find because of them being
found in international waters. He, however, gave them one of the skeletons and
five sets of armor. Just to keep them happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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around, he saw a portal about four feet in front of the table. He could hear
people screaming and could see them running. Then a spear came through it and
broke the lab window it landed stuck in the ground by some student sitting on
the lawn. They got a good scary from it. He yelled out he was sorry he was
doing an experiment, and it went wrong. He asks a student to bring it back to
the lab. A student brought it back to
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doing. Sam showed him the target he was aiming at. And it went array, he had a
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This is a true story, a piece of my life that haunts me almost daily. It’s not a good story, it is a love story, with a pore ending. I was all of fourteen at the time and had a party to go to/dance, but no date. So my mom told me to ask the girl next door. I thought she was joking I knew the girls next door and they were like 7 years old that was not going to work. Then she explains that Doc our Neighbor had his nice there and she was 13. At that point I did not care how she looked, for the most part, things were looking up. I went next door and ask the Doc, if I could ask his niece out to a party/ and dance. He turns to her and asks if she would like to go. She came to the door and said yes, Wow she was beautiful. Well, we had a great time. And as time went on we became great friends and kissing and they were sweeter than wine and just as intoxicating. by the second year, we had started making plans for our further, we went camping flying horseback riding, and dancing. Church, all ways together. Our love seems to keep growing bigger and deeper all the time. The third year we had made plans to be married, we had all the thing in place we would be married In June of 64 a saint Joes we had attended the newlyweds class at the church and practice the marriage vow every week. We knew them by heart. In our time together we never found a thing to fight about. Life was great. We were loyal to each other and respected each other, and vow the hard one to stay chase till we marred. And that was the hard one, we would make out till we could hardly stand our self. It was hot. And for a time we had decided to see other and go out with them, which did not last long.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The day the world stops turning for us. I had gone out to her place and her foster dad/uncle met me at the door. He was agitated to no end and told me I could not see her anymore. He was a police officer and threated me with a restraining order if I saw her ever saw her again and told me she was pregnant. After some bitter words and some yelling, he let me see her. She looks like she had been beaten, I don’t know if she had been. We said our goodbyes and kissed she mouthed I love you as I left, with my broken heart in hand. The six miles home was a long argues road. I did not know what had just happened or why. A few weeks later I met her at the bus at school, she talks to me but I could tell she was hurting and afraid of her uncle. She wants to go before he found us out. That was the last time I saw her. All though I tried many times with no luck. All our dreams and plan’s up in smoke. Over the years I have made several attempts at finding her. The trail ends in 65.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In looking for her I found that she was not pregnant, or at least no record of it anywhere and she was in school till 1965. So now I don’t know. Yes, it has been fifty-five years but my feeling is still the same. Nothing has changed. Just time. You may know that my wife is gone five years now she had told me she did not want me to live alone, she said find someone. Well, I have been trying with little luck. I know it is a wild and long shot to find Caroline, and she is free and still want me and love me. As we did as kids. Stranger thing has happened so I am not without hope. I have a number of friends looking for her, maybe one will get lucky. Her picture is at the top of this post, it’s fifty-five year old. But someone may have knowledge of her. please let me know. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Welcome and come on in, I am Professor Henry Pennywhistle,
the wise old owl and historian of the Great North Woods. I have a story to tell
you of reindeer, witches and Christmas. It was a time ago, not to long but a
while back, any way it was some time ago. It was Christmas Eve and we were waiting
for the birth of Melvin and Nancy’s first calf, it had been foretold that it
would be special because the good witch Zendel had put a spell on it. It was
one minute pasted midnight and he was born. And any male deer born on Christmas
would be the next king of the Christmas reindeer herd. But what a site he was
he had a big round nose that kind of drooped, and long legs with knobby knees
and big feet, he was black and his legs were white. Zendel took one look and
said “oh my deer what have I done” and she was off on her broom to find the
spell she had used. Many of the old cows were saying she must have been fooling
around that thing does not look like Melvin or a reindeer, it look more like a
moose than a reindeer. I could tell Leroy was going to have a hard time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now Melvin was off waking up the herd to brag about his new
son and give out cigars to all who wanted one. He did not care how Leroy look
he was his son, and he was on the council of elders. The old bucks congratulated
him but said things badly about Leroy behind his back they call him old droopy nose.
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As time went on Leroy was off to school and was an excellent
student, he study hard day and night. But he was a little angsts to show how
smart he was and would not let the other student answer. The teacher had to
tell him to let the others answer. And the student started to call him name
like droopy nose smart de pants. When they went out to play they would call him
names and run off, leaving him alone. One day he wandered off down by the wolves
and they tried to attack him, and found him more than they could handle. He step
in the middle of one and made him holler from the pain of his heavy feet. But Melvin
and some others came to the rescue, and chase off the wolves. Leroy was so sad
he wish the wolves had got him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was time for Leroy first rut. His antlers were very small
so he found some branches to tie to his small horns and prance around the
meadow with all the other. Then he was challenge to a face off. There he was to
face down for the first time a young buck with a full set of antlers. They moved
to the middle of the meadow and made ready for the charge. Leroy was scared and
when he lower his head to position his fake antlers they fell off and he ran
from the meadow to the sideline to hide a misted a loud roar of laughter and
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Comet was holding sled pulling class, and it was Leroy turn,
they had to make a special harness for him he was so big. Some of his class
mates decided to make it hard for Leroy, they load the sled with everything
they could find. Leroy got ready to pull the sled down to the end of the meadow
and back, as fast as he could. He was off in a shot and the sled bounce and the
load went everywhere. Comet explain that
he needed to pull the sled not fly it. Comet had the heckler help pick up the
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Leroy was very sad and want to die, he had no friend and no
one to talk to, and then Rudolf came for a visit, and all though they were
cousin they hit it off. Rudolf had been through much of the same harassments,
and knew how he felt. They played reindeer games and had fun. The herd saw and remembered
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It was now the time of the forth rut and Leroy had grown bigger
and had a massive set of antlers. He paraded the meadow showing off his big
horns and challenged any and all comers to a face off, five would be a good
number all at once he said. Some of the old buck said they needed to take him
down a notch of two and three young bucks joined in for the challenge. They face
off in the middle of the meadow. Leroy stood there and lowered his head to
position his antlers, paw the ground a time or two and waited. The five made
ready to charge pawing the ground the charging. But they look up and saw the
twelve by six foot antlers of Leroy, they broke in different direction some
flying overhead and the others back peddling to save grace, and a bad collision. Leroy was the victor, and caught the attention
of one Daisy who was visiting her aunt, she was a moose. This was to be a good thing. And it would pass they would be together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The wolves were howling and making advance on the herd at
the other end of the meadow and had the eye on some helpless young reindeer, Leroy
turn and head full steam at the wolves, plowing the snow as he went and caught
the wolves in his wake pushing them back twenty miles and saving the young reindeer. The herd hail Leroy
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How thing were getting time to name the king of the reindeer
herd and the only contender was Leroy. The council had met and was ready to
name the king. Zendel the witch had return and said that Grendel the wicked
witch of the north had block her spell on Leroy. So the council had no choice
but to name Leroy king of the herd.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A few mile away Santa was having a problem, with snow lots
of snow a hundred feet of snow. The Christmas village was buried And he had call
the National Guard to help so he could make his round on Christmas. But the guard
said it would be spring before they could get there. Then Rudolf said to Santa
that he had an idea that could save Christmas. So he was off to see Leroy. He found Leroy and told the problem, so Leroy
and Rudolf when to aid Santa it was found that Grendel the wicked witch of the
north was responsible. She was mad that Santa had only gave her three bags of
coal last Christmas, and she needed more to heat her castle.; so she made it
snow so bad that Santa could not go on his rounds. The first thing that needed
to be done was to stop the snow so Leroy started to push the snow to Grendel castle.
The she stop the snow she had more snow then could handle. And with his big
antlers he pushed all the snow from the Christmas village, and Santa ask Leroy
to help pull his sleigh Santa deliver thee tons coal to Grendel. After Santa
called Leroy a side and told him he was a moose and although he had a reindeer
heart and soul he was a moose and it was all right for him and Daisy to merry. They
did and Leroy open a snow removal business a little south east of Nome. He told
the council to find another king.<br />
merry Christmas and god bless<br />
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Now this was a while back something like forty five years
ago. It was a Friday night in June, I went to the horse auction and met up with
a few friends. Before the night was out I had bought two mustang horses. One was
about fourteen hands a little thin, and snowy white except for her main and
tail which was kind of gray. The other
one was a bay about fifteen hands he was gilded. After the auction we took the
stock over to my friend Dusty’s place. It
was about six thirty and dusty brought out a bottle of whiskey. We all had a
shot or two when dusty said let’s have a rodeo. When you have something new you
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over. The little mare I had named June bug, was the one I drew. Dusty saddled
her up and put on a blind, I got mounted and then always helpful Chris pulled
the blind. Well June bug was not happy with me on her back, she went into a
bucking fit. But I stay with her. After two or three minutes she came to a standstill,
and I had her under control. I got her to walk around the corral. And they were
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bareback champ and was the entered in a local rodeo, he invited us to come and
watch, he said he would get us some free tickets. So we all went to the rodeo. As
we were standing in line with Chris, he had to sign in and register and get us
tickets. Chris elbowed me and ask me for
a twenty, he said he left his wallet in the truck. I knew he was good for it so
I gave him a twenty. We were just standing there checking out all the young
lady. When Chris asked to see my back, I though he was going to use it for a clipboard.
Instead he pin a contestant number on my back and said congratulation you are
now entered in the saddle bronco compaction. All my good bubby’s got a big
laugh out of it. And I wanted out of it, I was no rodeo rider, but they kept
egging me on. Chris pull me aside and
said he would get me out of it, or he would coach me threw it. He saw my ride
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ready to ride. The whole time I was wondering how I got into this mess. I sat
on the fence and watched the two fellows ahead of me ride. They did not make it
to the buzzer and did not score. It was my turn, as I got screwed down all I could
see is me in a hospital bed all broke up. I ran through all the pointers Chris
gave trying to remember all he told me to do. I was set and gave the nod to
lets us out. The gate swung open and I spired him out he was bucking like there
was no tomorrow. That eight second seem like an eternity. Then I heard the
buzzer and the pickup man was there he pulled me off and set me on the ground. I
went looking for my hat and the announcer said the high score for tonight
belong to Roy Durham from Ogden Utah. A local boy with a score of 84. I tried
my best to get back to the fence and not show how bad I hurt. The next and last
rider was in the cute and ready to ride. He was putting on a good show, I figured
he had beat my score. But to my surprise he scored a 73. I was the saddle
bronco champ. Got a buckle and 250.00 dollars to boot, and a bunch of girl that
wanting to know me. The celebration after the rodeo was a lot of fun and a lot
of medicinal whiskey to easy the aching joints.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I went with Chris to more rodeo to some fifteen or so rodeos
and did not do as good, only place in the money one more time. That summer. Looking
back it was a lot of fun, I don’t know if I had it all to do over that I would.
I rode or tried to ride twenty five bucking
horses and made 500.00 dollars. You don’t have to be a top rodeo hand to enter
just be fool enough to pay the entry fee and dumb enough to get on the horse. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for stopping by and God Bless.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-9333935644456264222014-12-19T19:33:00.000-07:002014-12-20T09:54:08.731-07:00Lot of the good the bad and the ugly<div class="MsoNormal">
Lot of the good the bad and the ugly<o:p></o:p></div>
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It been a while since I posted anything. As you know life
can hand out a number of problem for you to get through. I have had my share.
In a nutshell the good the bad and the ugly. On the bad side was trying to
keep my home, a battle that it seems I could not win, the loss of income made
it even harder. After a long talk with an attorney, family and friends I let
the mortgage company have it and walked away and sought relief from the bankruptcy
courts. Living there I had daily
reminders of my wife’s death, and the deafening silence of loneliness. Where laughter
echo an empty house and one’s heart reels in pain and the clouds of sorrow form
and it rains a thousand tears. It been eighteen months and I find the weather
has many more storm for me to weather.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The ugly serpent that
slither through the canyons and valleys of my mind seeking out my fond memories
of the fun times to torcher me. It’s called loneliness, he will not win. In a crowd
of friends and family someone will ask “how are you doing” I answer I’m ok, hoping
they won’t see the ugly viper squirming inside of me poised to strike and start
a storm of tears. It hides when someone give me a hug and maybe a kiss, but he is
still there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On the good side of things an old friend form my youth decided
to semi retire from his semiretired security job and recommend me for the job, he
is still working on call. So I am now working as a security guard. That has aloud
me to buy a mobile home it is a handyman special and need a little fix up here
and there, but I own it outright. Working has help me put a rope on the loneliness,
but it is still a problem I hope to hang it from the nearest oak someday. I hope
to be able to get back to writing more often. My life now is finding some order
and the future looks good. I am working on my novel and hope to finish it in January
that is a tall order but I am going to try.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for stopping by and reading my blog. And as always
God Bless<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-30760932070516821112014-09-23T16:19:00.002-06:002014-09-23T16:25:14.788-06:00lot of mud<div class="p0" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">High country lone ranger</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #141823; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0pt;">an adventure with Pete and Zeke from the spiltmilk ranch</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">There was a man and his young son out riding an ATV up in the high country fifty miles from any help. They came a crossed a mud hole and thought that it would be fun to blast threw it splashing mud everywhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> They did and it was deeper and thicker then they thought. There machine sunk in the mud to the handle bars, it was stuck good. They made their way to the dry land, and tried to think how they would get the machine out </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">of the mud so they could go back to camp, and it was fifty miles away. The sun was getting high in the sky and they had little water and food and a long walk, if they could not get their ATV out of the mud and if it would still run. The man was getting worried because he knew no one would start looking for them till </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">A couple of hours pass with no luck at getting it out. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then a cowboy on a big white horse showed up. He said howdy and ask what the heck were they doing out here all alone on foot. The man explained how they got there and how they got stuck. The cowboy scratched his head and squared his hat, and ask where is this thing you rode up here on. The man pointed at the handle bars sticking out of the mud.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> The cowboy ask how big is that thing. The man said it a 350 quad runner, the cowboy said that don’t mean a thing up here, is it as big as a cow. The man said maybe a little smaller about half as big. Well the cowboy took out his rope and shook out a loop and rope the handle bars and said it kinda like roping a steer. The he took a dally around his saddle horn and said hi ho sliver let’s get where we </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">ain't</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">. That ATV pop out of the mud like a cork out of a whiskey jug on Friday night. The man was very grateful and offer the cowboy a twenty for his troubles. The cowboy said that all right there is no place up here to spend it, just glad I could help. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man cleaned as much mud off the ATV as he could and started it up, he and his son head back to camp via the safest route. His son said dad do you know who that man was, his said no, the boy said dad that was the lone ranger.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The cowboy met up his partner Zeke who ask what the heck were you do down the in that old bear wallow, and he said well the were some flat-landers stuck in the mud, I help them out. Well you got out of there just in time there comes that old mama grizzly and she is not happy , I think she got a load of buck shot form the sheepherder over there, she headed strait for the wallow. Hey Pete I can drop her from here with this 45-90. Naw Zeke let her be she the only one left up here, kinda like us and she don’t bother the cows and she get them stinking sheep ever now and then. Hey Pete what was it that kid call you. He said something about the lone ranger, heck i </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">ain't</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> no ranger. Hey Zeke lets get back to the shack them beans should be ready by now. OK keno sabe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The year was 1964 and I was off to the US Navy boot camp in
San Diego, I did not know boots camped, school and graduation, I did not go to
graduation, was behind me. It was a time of great excitement for me; I was on
my own, for the most part. All my friends and family were left behind. I did
not know it at the time, but it was the last time I would see most of them,
family not included.</div>
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Well boot camp was
going fine, something new everyday. It was about two weeks and we were all
standing in the clothes god gave us in this big hall, and the doctors were
looking us over. They came to me and ask about the surgical scar on my knee. I
told them about the surgery and they ask if they could take x-rays of it, as if
I could have said no. Now I was a reservist, I was supposed to just go through
the eighty day boot camp, and then return home. They ask us if there were any
of us that wanted to volunteer for a two year tour of duty in <st1:country-region w:st="on">Vietnam</st1:country-region>. Now as
I really did want to go back home, I was having fun, so I raised my hand. It
was my choice and I did not have to ask mom or dad for permission, I was going
to sea and the world.</div>
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Well a couple of weeks went by, and I was aboard ship
waiting to ship out, we were to have our tech schooling on our way to <st1:place w:st="on">Vietnam</st1:place>,
we were an electronic maintenance group. The shore patrol came and took me back
to Balboa naval hospital. I had left my sea bag on-board ship, thinking I would
be back. The young doctor there told me I had some growths on my knee he believed
it was caner and they were going to discharge me and send me home. Well my plans just went up in smoke; I was a
little scared of what he told me. I was
going to fly home in a space-A (space available, I form of hitch hiking in the
military) navy transport plane it was a Beachcraft Aero Commander L26, prop
job,</div>
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I was setting in my seat and they were starting the engines. I look out
the window as the right engine started to turn the prop, then I heard a loud
pop and the prop fell on the tarmac, guess I am walking. Well we got off the plane and were give train
ticket to get back home. Now all this was giving me a little bit of worry about
my future, would I live to see 21.<br />
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Well the train ride
went smooth and I may say I did not care much , I was drunk on old Mr. Boston
sloe gin and 7up that a fellow recruit ,
hi Don where ever you are, that was head
home also had got before we left the base. I got home and my dad set up an
appointment with our family doctor. When we told him what the navy doc said he
just laughs, and said”you have had those bone spurs all your life at least as
long as I have been your doctor and their nothing to worry about.” </div>
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Two months pass and we got some mail from the navy, I got a
letter with my dd214 and my dad got a letter from the war department saying I
was MIA and presume dead. The fellows I
was to go with to Vietnam were all killed on August 24 1964, there was a paper
work mix up, and I was listed as one of the missing they found my sea bag.</div>
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Over the years I have had a number of things that could have
been my end, but it seems someone has been watching out for me and pushes me in
another direction. This last year when
my wife pass I would have ended it all cause I felt like there was nothing left
for me in life, but the month before she died an old and very close friend that
I believed had died, I had read a obituary of what I believed to be him, came
walking up my driveway, Richard that was a shock. Then few days later, I was on Face book and
someone posted something that I new about and I new their name, it had been
fifty years since I had heard their name and had to check it out, they were
part of a Face book group called “Remembering Ogden, Riverdale and beyond”. I
joined and found many of my friends and school mates that I had not seen or
heard of or from in fifty years. I have reunited with many of them and it has
save me from doing the unforgivable. </div>
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I have had many surprises in my life and few that I have
seen what could have happen to me, if it had not been for something or some
being pushing me down a different road. </div>
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Has any thing like this happen to you???<br />
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Thank you for stopping by and reading my true story. God bless</div>
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-92050290980871994552014-09-01T08:38:00.000-06:002014-09-01T08:38:42.300-06:00Lot to remember<br />
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It has been a while since I wrote any thing. I have had a
lot going on in my life my recovery from my total knee replacement was a little
rough and there have been problems I had to deal with, the loss of my wife was
not something I was prepared for and it been rough dealing with it. Learning to
walk allover again you would think I would have down by now being I have had to
learn to walk four time this being the fourth. It been a little over two years
and there is still a little soreness in the knee joint, but it is getting
better. The biggest problem has been taking care of my wife and her death.</div>
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This is how my late wife lived the last five years of her
life. It is hard if not impossible to know what a person is thinking or know
what is going on in their mind. Having live with her for forty six years I can
make a best guess as to what she was thinking. I know she was afraid of
everything around her. She almost daily would set and cry, I would ask her what
wrong, but she could or would not tell me, when she did all she would “it’s all
wrong” all I could do was hold her when she would let me. If you can, try to put your self in her mine.
Just imagine going to bed and then wakening up in a different place with
different people and nothing is as what you remember.</div>
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You have been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s/dementia an “illness
affecting memory. a serious illness affecting your brain that makes it
difficult for you to remember things and becomes worse as time passes” , along
with it you have the depression that comes
with it “a psychiatric disorder showing symptoms such as persistent feelings of
hopelessness, dejection, poor concentration, lack of energy, inability to
sleep, and, sometimes, suicidal tendencies”.
The place you remember is the home and family when you were very young. </div>
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You went to bed last night; you took your meds so you could
sleep. You just woke up, and the room is unfamiliar, but some where in the back
of your mind you hope you at home. You
find someone in your house, who are they? you don’t recognize them. You are
hungry so you try to cook something, but you don’t remember how to turn on the
stove. The stranger fix’s you your
breakfast. How do you use the fork or spoon to eat with? You don’t know. </div>
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The thing you have done all your life you don’t know how to
do them any more. The door bell ring or the phone and you go hide in the
closet. Your world is a strange unknown place. In many ways you are six years
old in your mind and the thing you remember no longer exist. You look in a
mirror expecting to see you’re self as you were when you were six, but the
person looking back at you; you do not recognize. You watch a rerun of a TV
show and it is new to you, you watch the move you watched last night and it is
new to you but you have watch it a hundred times in the past month. </div>
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At present the
medication for Alzheimer’s only slows down the progress of the dementia, like
the brakes on a runaway big jig going down a steep grade, they will not stop
it. There is some evident that suggest that it is heredity, in my wife case she
has two brother and a sister that all have been diagnosed with it and one
brother pass two years ago because of it.</div>
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All though she was diagnosis six years ago, in hind site she
was showing sign of it fifteen years ago.
We all forget some things over time, and for the most part it’s normal,
and with a little prodding we do remember some things, with my wife she would
forget going to someplace, or knowing someone. Some friends drop by and wanted
to go bowling my wife love to bowl. Honey “You remember Sue and Mac they were
on our bowling team?” she could not remember being on a team or them. It had
only been a year since we were last together.</div>
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I don’t know how a person with Alzheimer’s feels if they
hurt or are in pain, I do know it was terrifying for my wife. For me as her
care giver it has been a nightmare. At
times my wife would say there is nothing wrong with her and I and the doctors
were making it all up. I am still trying to understand the illness.</div>
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Well this is just the high points of the past two years,
things are getting better. I had to give up my house and have been on a hunt
for a new place to live. Life goes on.</div>
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I have heard this more time than I can count “why dose god
let it happen” or “what is the propose of life”. Well if you really want to know, think about
this, how many times have you have been given the opportunity to forgive like Christ,
how many time have you had the opportunity to love unconditionally like Christ?
How many times have you been given the opportunity to have faith like Christ? How
many times have been given the opportunity to be charitable to the needy like Christ?
It may be that life is a school of hard
knocks, but there are lesson to be learn each time. I did not forget hope for Christ
hopes we will learn. In school you can always ask for help form the teacher, we
are in school.</div>
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I am hoping to be back to posting every day soon. Thank you and God bless</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-59174537160675166732013-08-12T22:15:00.002-06:002013-08-12T22:48:25.761-06:00lot of love<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is our wedding photo at home on the secound of october 1967</td></tr>
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This is a true story of love. The date was Wednesday July 26
1967 a round 1PM mountain daylight time, at 26<sup>th</sup> and <st1:address w:st="on"><st1:street w:st="on">Washington Boulevard</st1:street> <st1:city w:st="on">Ogden</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Utah</st1:state></st1:address>.
Cliff and I were walking home from the auto parts store with the parts to get
his 1952 Oldsmobile back on the road. As we approach the intersection, cliff
spotted a girl friend of his coming across the intersection, Cliff called out
to her. She was with another girl that cliff also knew. It was hot and Cliff
and I want to talk to the girls about going to a movie or a date of some kind
so we invited them to have a milkshake at Dick’s café about a half block
away. Cliff and Shana had not seen each
other in a little over a year so they were catching up. I was with Ellie,
Shana’s girl friend and roommate, she was a cute blond but a little shy, or
maybe it was that I could not take my eyes off Shana. We drank our milkshakes
and made a date for the coming Friday night, we got the girls address and phone
number. The girls lived on 26<sup>th</sup> just above <st1:state w:st="on">Washington</st1:state> and Cliff and I were staying at
my folks place. Cliff and I had some work to do to get his car running for
Friday night so we had it to go to the movie with the girls. The girls left for
home and Cliff and I headed to home to work on the car.</div>
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As Cliff and I walk home I ask a lot of questions about
Shana trying not to let him know I was interested in her, which was hard. It was quite obvious Cliff was excited about
getting back with Shana and he was making plans. Being he was my best friend I
tried to put my feeling some where else.
We worked on the car the rest of the day and got it running about ten
that night. I was working the eleven to seven shift at the railroad roundhouse,
so I had to go to work. Friday night came and we went to pickup the girls to go
to the movie. When we got there my date Ellie had to work. I saw a sign from
above there in the girl’s apartment, a rosary hanging on the wall. I ask who it
belonged to. Shana said it was hers. But no more comments were made about it. Shana
called around to find me a data, with no luck. So we decided to cruse the
boulevard to see if we could find me a date. As we cruse the boulevard we got
to talking about my horse Ebony, Cliff was driving. Shana wanted to see him so
we drove out the pasture where I kept him.<br />
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Have you ever look for a black horse
at midnight in a dark pastures? Well it
was not a real problem all I had to do was call him and he came running at a
full gallop. That made Cliff and Shana get on the other side of the fence. I saddled ebb, and let Shana ride him and
Cliff went for a ride also. It was around two am so we took her home and made
plans for the next Friday. Later that day I went out to work ebb and clean his
stall, after giving ebb a work out I took him down to the river and gave him a
bath and cool him out. I was a little tired after the late night and little
sleep. So I decided to ride ebb back to the barn, I swung up on his bare back
which was wet and slippery. Well I slid right on over his back hitting the
ground head first with a out stretched arm to break my fall, and dislocated my
elbow and shoulder. I led ebb back to
the barn and the people who I rented the pasture from called the ambulance. Now
it is a week in the hospital in traction, and the girls move to a different apartment,
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The month of august I spent healing and went on a date or
two with another friend and some girl he set me up with. I could not get Shana
out of my head and she was Cliff’s girl and we did not know where she had move
to. Then on September 4 Labor Day Cliff and I ran into Ellie and Shana downtown
at the city park just about where we met in July. We went to Dick’s again and had a milkshake
and we made a date for Friday. Cliff and I had an arrangement he would pay the
way on Friday his payday and I would pay the next Friday my payday. Cliff work from noon to eight, I was on day
shift seven to three, when I got off work I went up to Shana’s and Ellie’s place.
Shana and I played cards and listen to records till Cliff got off work. Then we
waited for Ellie to get off at nine. Ellie called at nine and said she had to
work over and would not be getting off till one AM. Shana called around and
found me a date for the night her name was Susan we picked her up and we all
went to the drive inn movie. Susan was alright but we did not click and we just
watch the movie, one of the few times I watch the show. The next Friday we
planed to go bowling and again Ellie was a no show and Shana and I played cards
and listen to records till Cliff got there. Shana call her friend Gay and we
went to pick her up but when we got there she had went with her boy friend <st1:city w:st="on">Roy</st1:city> before we got there.
Well we spent another night dragging the boulevard looking for me a date. The next Friday a friend of Cliff and I, rick
had got a case of beer and want us to go up to ant flats to spotlight rabbits
and raise hell, so we loaded up our guns and stop to see if Shana and Ellie
want to go rabbit hunting with us. Ellie was not around but Shana came along,
we pick up Rick’s sister Barbara, who was my date. The next Friday was the 29
and my pay day, the movie Grand Prix with James Garner was play that night, and
I want to see it. I got off work and
went home and cleaned up for the date that night. On my way to Shana’s and
Ellie’s I bought a rose and chocolates for both girls. Cliff had got off at
six; they had a breakdown at work and sent his shift home. I gave the rose and
candy to Shana and Cliff told her that I needed a kiss for that. Wow there was
more fire works going off than at <st1:city w:st="on">Washington</st1:city> <st1:state w:st="on">DC</st1:state> on the fourth and <st1:place w:st="on">Times Square</st1:place>
on new years. I did not want to stop, Cliff said that enough. Shana told us the Ellie had move in with her
boy friend, and she had set me up a date with her friend Janis. Well we head
out two pick up Janis who lived on the way to the drive inn. The car broke down
about a half mile from Janis’s house. Cliff and I pushed the car out of the
street with Shana behind the wheel. Cliff was very piss off at the car and when
we got it off the road he put his fist through the back window behind Shana. He
cut up his hand pretty bad and scared Shana to boot. We decided to walk back
into town and watch the movie at the walk-in. Cliff was still very upset and
walk a head of Shana and <st1:place w:st="on">I.</st1:place> Shana and I stop
at a pay phone and called Janis and told her what had happen, and Cliff had
stormed off a head of us. It was a three
mile walk back to the downtown area and the theater. As we walk in a group,
Cliff had cooled down a bit; we pass a place call the <st1:place w:st="on">Mecca</st1:place>, pool hall and beer joint. Cliff
spotted a friend that owed Cliff some money in there playing pinball so Cliff
went in to collect. Shana was only eighteen and could not go in so she and I
waited out side on the street. Now everybody had been pick on my Stetson hat and
it was in ruff shape, and we were standing next to the Cross western wear
store, so I had Shana help me pick out a new hat while we waited for Cliff.
Being I had a pocket full of dough I bought Shana a dark blue hat like mine
also. We went back out to see if Cliff was ready to go, but he was playing
pinball now and I told him Shana and I would go on down to the show and I would
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Shana and I went to the show and watch it for
the most part. I was in haven and hell my mine was on all that had happen and I
wanted Shana for my own, but she was Cliff’s girl and he was my best friend.
How could I tell her how I felt; what if she did not have any feeling for me
and what would I tell Cliff? The show
was over and Shana just lived up the hill three block away. As we walk to her
place it was sprinkling a light mist, we were holding hands as we walk and made
small talk about the show. When we got the corner of her street and a hundred
yards from her apartment, I stop her and face her and said “Shana if it were
not for Cliff I would ask you to marry me. To hell with Cliff, will you marry
me?” She shouted YES before I could
finish and we stood there kissing and hugging till the rain drove us inside her
apartment, we were both soak to the skin. Shana made some coffee and got us a
towels to dry off. We started to make plans to get married. We were both very
excited. I got out my wallet and count what I had there was 97 dollars, I told
her we could catch the train to Elko and get married, there was no waiting in
Elko and no blood test to get. We had some coffee and tried to go to bed, the
time was three thirty and the train left at five. So we decided to walk down to
the china night restaurant a block from the train station, and had breakfast.
We got on the train and Shana was excited as this was her first train ride and
the first time she been out of <st1:state w:st="on">Utah</st1:state>.
As we rode the train we she told me she had the same feeling that first day we
met and she was trying to find a way to dump Cliff and still see me. We got to
Elko around noon. We took our picture at the Elko train station in one of them
photo booths.</div>
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<st1:city w:st="on">Then went to find out where we could get married. As we walk down the street we ran into some people we knew, but we did not know that we were both known by them, and they were the parents of a friend of both of us who was the Roy</st1:city> that
Gay had the date with, two weeks earlier. Now this is the third <st1:city w:st="on">Roy</st1:city> in this story he was the farther of the other <st1:city w:st="on">Roy</st1:city>. He and his wife
stood up for us as best man and bride’s maid.
Shana and I needed some clean clothes and we went to a store and bought
matching western shirts. Then got us a
hotel room we registered as husband and wife. The next morning we went to the court
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Growing up here in <st1:state w:st="on">Utah</st1:state>
it was hard to find a girl to date that was of my faith as my mother wished, so
when I saw the rosary on Shana wall I took it as a sign that she was the girl
my mother wanted me to marry. There are many more funny or strange happening to
this story. Shana and I had been in the
same place at the same time and had never met many times before we met for the
first time. She had been in a photo that was taken of me and some friends when
I was about ten years old she had just skated into the picture at the local ice
rink. We live less than a mile from each other, and knew many of the same
people. Some of my friends became my nieces and nephews when Shana and I got
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Shana died on the 24 of July but she lives on inside of me
and we will be together some day. I hope it won’t be a long wait. He said what
god has put together let no man put asunder. God did bless us with each other
and his eternal love we share.</div>
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This is true as it happened to the best of my memory, there
a few things I have left out, but nothing of this story is fiction or a
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Thank you for hearing our story of love. Your question and
comments are welcome I will answer all if I can. I pray that you are blessed by
god as I have. Thank you and god bless.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-56430851545806407552013-07-10T08:23:00.001-06:002013-07-10T08:23:32.777-06:00Where have all the flowers gone<div class="MsoNormal">
Memory lane how do you travel it? Do you walk or stroll,
careful now there may be a toll or maybe a troll. Do you flash back like a time
traveler, or drift back on a cloud. What
takes you there, a sound, a smell, a word, something you saw or just a thought?
Did you go there willingly? Did you have a choice? Did you see black and white
still picture or full color movies with sounds and smells? Well I did the other
night, it all started with a click of the mouse and I was on a page of a group
that were remembering growing up in my home town. There were the ghostly images
of places that have long gone away to the wrecking ball and age has made the
faces unfamiliar, but I know the some of names of the people. In a black and
white picture I saw a face I remembered and the memories were fun. Made a
comment and someone commented back. Back
then that person was someone I wanted to get to know, but they were at work and
they had a friend already. Needless to say I had a crush on that carhop at the
A&W. As we commented online I mention my feeling for her back then, and she
said that she wished she knew that then. It’s funny because I did my best to
get her to go out with me but I was just another customer out of the hundreds
she served each day. It’s been said that you can never go home again. In some
ways that is right the buildings are gone the people have moved away but the
memories still ride the epoch of time. There is a song by Peter Paul, and Mary that
fits this post.</div>
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It is easy to get lost down memory lane, I had a hard time finding
my way back to the here and now, but it was a fantastic trip, some of my old
friends are anew can’t wait till we can have a get to gather and remember the good
old days.</div>
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Thank you for stopping by and your comments God Bless</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-13176114635476823452013-07-01T13:06:00.001-06:002013-07-01T13:11:00.227-06:00lot not<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This post is about nothing, and I have nothing to say on the
matter. Now kids know a lot about
nothing, just ask them “what are they doing” and they will say “nothing”. Jerry
Seinfeld had a show about nothing. Then
there was Sergeant Schultz he saw nothing and he knew nothing. I bought a book
once that was all about nothing, it cost nothing and the pages were filled with
nothing not even a page number. Now I
have heard that people talk about nothing but they had really nothing to say. Nothing
counts for nothing one comma nothing nothing nothing comma nothing nothing
nothing stop and take a breath, now that’s a lot of nothing I wished I had that
much of nothing. Some people make a lot of nothing out of nothing but it’s
nothing. There are a lot of people who have nothing but they have nothing to
share. There is the town of nothing in <st1:place w:st="on">Arizona</st1:place>
but here is nothing there. I wonder if
it is like boring that’s in <st1:state w:st="on">Oregon</st1:state>,
I’ve been there and I have drove threw nothing once. Some people do nothing, I don’t
know how to do nothing, it may be a dance but I don’t know nothing. There is
nothing out there, or up there, or over there, or down there, there in nothing
there, I know it’s nothing. Well! Here
goes nothing. I hope you like nothing because there is nothing more.</div>
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Thank you for coming by and your comments God bless</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-4727404856647961212013-06-29T18:31:00.000-06:002013-06-29T18:31:56.119-06:00Red Alert<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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SCAM Alert, SCAM alert. I just got off the phone from
someone, who claimed to be from Microsoft windows calling to help me remove
virus from my computer. He was not too convincing to me; however he may fool
someone. He claimed that he was in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Dallas</st1:city>
<st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state></st1:place>. Sorry his accent was not
of <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state> unless <st1:city w:st="on">Dallas</st1:city>
has move to <st1:city w:st="on">New Delhi</st1:city>.
Microsoft offices are in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Seattle</st1:city>
<st1:state w:st="on">Washington</st1:state></st1:place>. He did not know that.
LoL. He wanted access to my computer. Not on your best day with stack of bibles
and at gun point am I going to let someone out of the blue have access to my
computer. I did not call him and I do not have a problem with virus on my
computers I have more than one. So be warned. Sorry folks but that guy must be
some kind of a nut case he sure did not do his homework. LoL. (<a href="http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2012/10/i-am-calling-you-from-windows-a-tech-support-scammer-dials-ars-technica/">For
more on the scam click here</a>)</div>
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I wonder it’s the hat or do people think cowboys don't know
anything. Now I will admit I don't know a lot of things but I can spot a carpetbagging dude a mile off. Now, unlike a former vice president I did help build
the internet and I did have a little to do with the first pc computer. I have
built one of many myself from scratch, done a little programming too. Now if I
ever get to talk with Bill Gates again, have not seen him since 1986 and he probably
doesn't remember me, I will see what he thinks of a customer support service
like this. Now on the other hand Steve Jobs, RIP, might think it’s a good idea,
but he is not here anymore. Lets face it folks the <st1:place w:st="on">Cavalry</st1:place>
not coming and we will just have to shoot it out with these idiots. (Pc pointing devices at twenty clicks)</div>
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Con artist has been around for a very long, long time. Their
biggest victim themselves, believes that they can fool everyone. Once their con
is exposed they go back under the carpet to dream up another scam. It’s the old
west out there on the internet no law and order, no courts to try the felons.
So what can be done about these spammers and scammers? Well here is one thing
we can do is pulling the rug out from under them, by reporting on the net every
time they show the ugly head. As long as we let these con’s fish they will catch
someone or something. (I hope it’s a room with bar on the windows)</div>
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Salesman are not much different, I had one the other day try
to tell me he could save me half my phone bill if I took his service. Now let
us say my bill is a hundred dollars and his service is fifty dollars, so
according to him he is going to save me fifty dollars. So he save me fifty dollars
on my phone bill and I pay him fifty dollars sorry I must have missed something
here I am still pay hundred dollars for phone service, fifty to him and fifty
to the phone company. Where is the fifty dollars saving? By the way he was
trying to sale me a push button “help I have fallen and can't get up” system.
Now I have already put 911 on speed dial on my cell phone. I guess I just save
me fifty dollars and if I had five bucks I could go buy a whiskey to
celebrate. Darn I sure miss the days it
was just ten cents a shot. Oh well!!!</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-51036974943648601562013-06-28T12:22:00.000-06:002013-06-28T12:22:15.885-06:00lot aliens and more<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aliens and more aliens they just keep coming. The long knives,
the hair faces, the white eyes, they come a take our land and kill our buffalo.
This was the cry of the Native Americans. Today we are making the same cry only
it the illegal aliens the ones from south of the border, the Hispanic,
wetbacks, Chicano, Mexicans, whatever you want to call them, that are taking
our way of life. 21 billion dollars are sent to Mexico by the illegals and
migrant workers each year and they don't pay one dime in tax .Yet we don't have
an immigration reform bill, congress is afraid of offending the Hispanic vote.
Which only show just how bad the problem is.</div>
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When I drive down town I can see the signs, I just can't
read them but they're all over. I don't read Spanish. All the places I used to go
for a good meal are gone replaced with some El something or other, and then
there are those refried beans. They look bad, smell bad, taste bad and belong
in the outhouse, could be where they came from. I turned on the TV and half the local station
are how in Spanish. When I go to the store the signs are written in English and
Spanish. If I wanted to live in Mexico I would have learned to read and write in Spanish but I don't I
live here and I don't want to learn another language just to live in my hometown. Securing our borders is an almost impossible task; there have been the
Great Wall of China as well as the <st1:state w:st="on">Berlin</st1:state>
wall but people found ways around them.
If <st1:place w:st="on">Mexico</st1:place>
were to become the land of milk and honey with gold paved streets, how many
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Here is an idea to solve the problem. First we take over the
Mexican government and make <st1:country-region w:st="on">Mexico</st1:country-region>
a <st1:country-region w:st="on">US</st1:country-region> territory, later we
will make it the fifty first state or give it back to <st1:state w:st="on">Texas</st1:state> after we have it all under control. Then
we round up all the indigenous people and put them on reservations. Where they
will be schooled in English and social edict like putting the shopping back in
the racks when they are threw shoplifting. We could let them off the res to
work in the fields then return them to the reservation when the work is done. Those
that are already here would be rounded up too and put on the res. Only those that can prove they are us
citizens would be allowed to live off the reservation. After they have learned English and some
manners we will grant them citizenship in five to ten years. Then we could put
the drug cartel in control of the reservation and they could and would shoot anyone
trying to leave.</div>
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If I have offended anyone with this post I am sorry, however
I have been offended for years by the words and actions of illegals. Go home you are not wanted or welcome here.
There is no “mi casa es tu casa” we do not believe in it. This is my home and
you are not welcome.</div>
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Thank you for coming by and your comments God Bless.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-67005396720665930662013-06-26T16:13:00.000-06:002013-06-26T17:35:24.449-06:00lot the Ogden Pioneers Days Rodeo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It’s getting closer just a couple of weeks more and it will
start. The Ogden Pioneer Days Rodeo is the event of the summer around here.
It’s more than a rodeo there is are art show, craft fairs, farmers market,
custom car shows, parades and more. I have not ridden in a rodeo since 1967 but
I have not missed many rodeos. I go to watch and remember when. You don’t have
to be a top hand to get in the rodeo just be foolish or drunk enough to pay the
entry fee. There is one thing about it you will remember it for the rest of
your life. I remember my first rodeo; some friends that I was hanging out with were
going to one of the small town rodeo in “<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Corinne</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">Utah</st1:state></st1:place> June of 1965”. Chris, one of
my friends had entered the rodeo and he kind of talked the rest of us into joining
him. </div>
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At this point I had not rode in any rodeo but I had rode a
number of green broke horses and a few
wild pony and they did buck a bit. So I was not overly worried about paying the
ten dollar entry plus the five per event fee you just had to be in the top four
to get your money back. I sign up for the saddle bronco and the bareback events.
Now my wallet was twenty buck lighter, and I was starting to be concerned about
the missing weight, but they gave me a piece of paper with a number on it and a
pair of safety pin to put it on my back. We help each other pin on our numbers
then we walk around the stock pin and look them over then went and looked
around the vender booths. Now! Those numbers on our back were targets all the girls
around there came running like a swarm of bee. We bought a lot of cotton candy
and soda pop.</div>
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Then came the call to
boots and saddles and the lineup for the grand entry, I was all deck out with
girls hair ribbons on both arms, this was starting to be fun. We rode around
the arena smiling and waving to the crowd. We left the arena and are back of
the chutes get ready to ride. The first rider is out and we all climb the fence
to watch, he gets a 63, not bad but not that good the stock are rank and he
made the buzzer. Eight second is sure a long time. I am getting second thought
about this but Chris gets me ready taping my wrist and boots tops, you do that
to keep them from fly off, the boots that is, he done this a time or two and is good at it.
He tells me I can do it. I empty my pockets and take off my watch, it time to
get on that beast. Chris is in my ear telling me just what to do but I can't
hear him, my mind is screaming “what the hell are you doing”. The horse I drew was Sun Devil, a golden
colored buckskin. I climb up on the bucking chute stall and start to mount.
That critter is a snorting and blowing, kicking the heck out of the stall. He
settles down a bit and I get on and got screw down. I give them the nod and
they turn us out. Where is that pick up rider, where in that buzzer, it’s been
over an hour hasn't it, I see the crowd, I see the sky. I see the ground, and
then I hear that wonderful sound and see an arm with a way off this thing. The
announcer says great ride folks a 78 for <st1:city w:st="on">Roy</st1:city>
from <st1:place w:st="on">Ogden</st1:place> give
him a big hand. </div>
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My head is buzzes and every bone in my body hurts, I did not
know whether I was up side right or what, I could hear the crowd yelling, maybe
I had done something good, I wave to the crowd and smile, I found my way to the
fence. And climb over. Then it hit me I got one more ride coming. Oh shit, one
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When the night was over I had won the saddle bronco and got
100 dollar and a silver plated belt buckle and the name and numbers to a dozen
girls. Chris won the all around and got 500 dollars and a silver belt buckle,
he never said how many number he got. I rode in a few more rodeos over the next
two years and only won one more time at Elko <st1:place w:st="on">Nevada</st1:place> in the summer of 1966. In 1967 I rode demonstration saddle bronco at
the Ogden Pioneers Days Rodeo, you can’t win any money but you get in the rodeo
free this was my last Rodeo. Chris went
on to become the NFR national bareback champ in 1976 and a great singer and
song writer. Me I just went on. Every
time I hear of a rodeo I want to go and rodeo I guess you could say that I'm
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<o:p> This my friend Chris</o:p></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-75285272510723674212013-06-25T15:01:00.000-06:002013-06-25T15:01:23.118-06:00lot words<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“Stick and stone will break my bones but words can never
hurt <st1:place w:st="on">Me.</st1:place>” but
words can hurt and do at times. Words can heal, I have heard of healing words.
Good words and bad word, cuss words, and love words, well there are a lot of
words. Just what are words? </div>
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Form the dictionary:</div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">1.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">A sound or a combination
of sounds, or its representation in writing or printing, that symbolizes and
communicates a meaning and may consist of a single morpheme or of a combination
of morphemes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">2.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Something said; an
utterance, remark, or comment:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">May I say a word about that?</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">3.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Computer Science</span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">A set of bits constituting the smallest unit of addressable
memory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">4.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>words</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Discourse or talk; speech:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">Actions speak louder than words.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">5.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>words</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Music</span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">The text of a vocal
composition; lyrics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">6.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">An assurance or promise;
sworn intention:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">She has kept her word.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">7.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">a.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">A command or direction;
an order:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">gave the word to retreat.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">b.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">A verbal signal; a
password or watchword.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">8.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">a.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">News:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">Any word on your
promotion?</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">See Synonyms at<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/news"><span style="color: #645e7d;">news</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">b.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Rumor:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">Word has it they're
divorcing.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">9.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>words</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Hostile or angry remarks made back and forth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">10.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Used euphemistically in
combination with the initial letter of a term that is considered offensive or
taboo or that one does not want to utter:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">"Although economists here will not call it a recession yet,
the dreaded 'R' word is beginning to pop up in the media"</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">(Francine S. Kiefer).</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">11.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Word</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">a.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">See<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Logos"><span style="color: #645e7d;">Logos</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">b.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">The Scriptures; the
Bible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">tr.v.</span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">word·ed</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>word·ing</b>,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>words</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">To express in words:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">worded the petition
carefully.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Slang</span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Used to express approval or an affirmative response to something.
Sometimes used with<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>up.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">good word</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">1.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">A favorable comment:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">She put in a good word
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">have no words for</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">In short; in summary:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">In a word, the
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">in so many words</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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exactly:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">hinted at impending indictments but did not say it in so many
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">of few words</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Not conversational or loquacious; laconic:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">a person of few words.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">Displaying personal dependability:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">a woman of her word.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;">To be convinced of another's sincerity and act
in accord with his or her statement:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="illustration"><i><span style="color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.0pt;">We took them at their word that the job would be done on time.</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Well! That may have help, somewhat, maybe. I don’t know. Now
back when I was a young man about four or five, I was taught that there were
words that I was not to use. If you did you just might find out what lye soap
taste like. One of those words that were forbidden was “dam”. For years every
time I heard someone say it, I was looking around for ma or grandma to come
running with the soap. I wonder if they call that operation a soap opera, kind of
sounded that way. We move to a town
where there was a dam and people were all the time saying “let’s go to the dam”. I had great concern for them say such a thing
till I went. When I got old enough to read and look up words in the dictionary,
I found no good reason that “dam” should be forbidden. Now some people say
“darn” as if that cleans things up a bit, but darn is what you do to socks and
knitted things. Dam is to contain or confined the flow of water or something.
It is also what you call the mother of a horse. Well now I have driven a few
nails in my day and missed the nail once or twice, and got my thumb. When I did
I said “God Dam it” and he did. It only took a split second for a blister to
form, and some people say God dose not listen or answers prayers. Well they got
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In the news there has
been a lot of talk about someone saying an “N word” now I don’t know this Paula
Deen other than some pies she got her name on, I have ate better. I don’t know
just what all she has said. All this politically correct stuff I am not sure
of. I am not a Politician and would run and hide if someone tried to make into
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However I do think we all need to take and learn the real
meaning of the words and the context they are use in. Just because someone
calls you an “A word or a B word” does not make you one till you react to it
and then you may become the dictionary. If we all went around talking or
writing with the “___ words, A word, B word, C word, N word, R word, or XYZ
words” it might look like this (I C U R 2Ys, 2Ys I C U R 4 (ME)) or (C U M (L 8 OR)) “1940’s
texting” and the kids think they started something new, LOL. It did mean lots
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Just a few Cowboy rules or the code of the west, well maybe
something like that or something you should know. Now if you are out riding
and you come across a steer or cow maybe a bull that does not have a brand on it,
throw a rope on it you can start your own heard that way, but if it has a brand
and you don’t work for the brand don’t
do it, they will hang you. Now the same thing goes for horses too. Well if you're
out running around the barn and corrals it’s a good idea to walk around in some
tail grass before going to the bunkhouse you never know what you may have stepped
in. Now if you're going to hit the hay take off your boot and if the air smells
bad, and everybody is choking put them
back on, we will all, might breathe a little better. If you are out riding the
trails and you hear a buzzing sound shoot it, it is better to be safe than sorry,
besides it taste like chicken and make a great hat band. Now when the cook ring
that bell you had better get there or he will feed it to the hogs, and don’t
ask for second you might get it, whatever it was, live or dead. That’s another
thing you need to learn is to like beans morning, noon and night, just be sure
that you are downwind of the campfire for a while after eating. On Saturday
night, walk your horse in town and don’t shoot at the stars or you be behind bars
instead of in them. Oh! Be sure you tip your hat to the ladies, don’t call them
madam, just mam will work and you will stay healthy. If you got to go to the out house take along something
to read your may need it. Don't mess with a feller hat, drink, girl, cards, gun
or horse, you might wake up dead. Don't
feed the bears one of you won't enjoy it. Ride upwind of the hog pin it works
better. You need to know where town is, its over yonder up the trail a piece, when
payday is, when it gets here, when it’s
time to eat, well if you don’t know that you won’t be a cowboy for long. Well! I
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There are many symbols of the old west, cowboys, Indians, buffalo
and long horn cattle, and of coarse the horse.
There numbers are fewer now than they were a hundred fifty years ago,
but the spirit of the old west live on. The mouse and I were out on the spring
round up when we stop to visit with an old Indian sitting on a blanket looking
out on the prairie. He kept saying Ta-Tonka and pointing at a dust cloud moving
our way. Will! The first word that came to my mind was stampede. I was just
about to yell stampede when the old Indian said “buffalo spirit”. I took
another look, it was hard to see with the wind blowing in my face making my
eyes water, but I could some humps in that cloud of dust. Now! I know there are
no free ranging buffaloes in this part of the country. So it had to be something else. It sure was not horses or cows or the lone
ranger and as I said “there ain’t no buffaloes in this part of the country.”<br />
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Mouse pop up and said “he is talking about that old legend of white buffalo
woman and the curse of the buffalo.” Will! I said “Oh” not knowing what the
heck they were talking about. So; I ask just what the heck they were talking
about. The old Indian stood up and told the story of the buffalo’s curse. It
seem that the spirit of the buffalo cannot go to the happy hunting ground
because of the way there killed by the white buffalo hunter so the buffaloes
spirit have to roam the plans forever
and punish the white eye. Just then the wind pickup and mouse and I pulled up
our bandannas and cinched down our hats, the old Indian pull the blanket up
around him and put his back to the wind. The dust cloud was getting closer.
With all the dust it was hard to see but it could be a buffalo stampede, but
one brush me as it few over old paint. It was a darn tumbleweed blown by the
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Now I don’t give much stock to these old stories but then again the
tumbleweed showed up about the same time the buffalo disappeared and there
numbers are the same as the buffaloes once were, so there maybe something to
this. So when you see the tumbleweeds roam the prairie just remember the spirit
of the slain buffaloes are roaming the land. Will mouse it’s going to a long day
in the saddle those beef have scattered all over after the spirit buffalo
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John AKA (doggie) cliff AKA (the nose) and I AKA (the
squirrelly Englishman) were out in the west desert the other or west side of
the <st1:place w:st="on">Great Salt Lake</st1:place> looking for geodes and
other rocks of value. It was a hot August day; the alkali dust was all most too
much to take. The directions we had seem simple enough but I think we were lost
but we knew where we were, if you know what I mean. We came across a trail that took off from the
main trail/road we were on and fit the directions we had. It look like it had
not been travel in quite some time. There was a bit of a stream along the trail
but the water look bad. Rust and sulfur
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We decided to take a
chance and go up the trail and maybe fine fresh water and the geode we were
looking for. We had gone about a mile over a very ruff trail into a canyon in
the foothills of the <st1:state w:st="on">Newfoundland</st1:state>
mountain range. The trail was getting a little hard to fallow but there was no
place to turn around we would have to back up about a half mile to turn around.
So we press on up the trail. It kept getting worse till we came to an old
wooden bridge. The bridge was in no shape to support the old dodge truck we
were in so we stop and got out to find a way across the stream, it was about
three foot across and maybe 6 inches deep. The banks were about a foot high. We
end up breaking down the banks with a rock pick and a GI shovel so we could
ford the stream. We could see that there was a wide spot up the trail about a
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As we got to the wide spot we could see the metal roof of a
building so we push on. After a half mile or so, we had the building in sight
but there were five buildings. We pulled up to the middle of the buildings or
courtyard and got out to look around. The first building look like it had been
and office/home it was vary dusty and look like no one had been there in years.
There was something strange about this place that gave me the willies. Things
were just laying there like someone had just left. We found a ledger but it was
not to legible and we think was written in German. The last date we found in it
was 4/18/1906. It looks like we were the first people to be here in sixty years.
As we looked around there was a lot of stuff there clothing, books, and thing
that people just don’t up and leave behind.
We look in the other building it was equipment shed with a steam donkey
engine and air compressor and air drills stuff for mining. Across from it was what looks to be a cook
shack or mess hall with pots sitting on the stove and whatever dry up and
decayed in them. Bottles of caned food were still on shelves. There was a table
where card were dealt out an about a dollar fifty in change on the table, it
looked like three people were playing. Empty glass sat on the table you could
see where what ever was in them had evaporated. Again we got the felling that
the people just up and left. The other building was a bunk house and again it was
like the other building thing just left. The last building was a barn and
coral. Our best guess was there had been
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About fifty yards up the canyon we found some rails for an
ore car heading into a rock slide. We started to think that we knew what had
happen here. There had been a mine cave-in and those that were not in the mine
came to help then whole mountain side came down trapping them all inside, our
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The one thing that kept coming to mind was the safe in the
first building that we found. We tried to get it open with no luck, and we
could not move it. Our wildest dreams were lock up in that safe. We decided to
pack all we could of value in the truck and leave then come back with a bigger
truck and tools to get the safe open. We had not plan to do an overnight-er and
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We had fifty miles of bad dirt roads plus another hundred to
get home. After we got back home we did some research and found there had been
a German settlement in the area about twenty miles to the north around the late
1800. The date we found was the date of the big San Franco earthquake. The
pieces of the puzzle were coming together. We went back three week later but
could not get there because of three day of heavy rain and it was to muddy. We
plan another trip for the next summer. Believe or not when we tried we could
not find our way back to it. After all
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some more to read about the area that give some in site to the problem we had in finding it again <a href="http://www.expeditionutah.com/2013/01/the-mines-camps-of-the-newfoundland-mountains/">http://www.expeditionutah.com/2013/01/the-mines-camps-of-the-newfoundland-mountains/</a><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-26926053651062019972013-06-19T12:03:00.003-06:002013-06-19T12:32:40.559-06:00lot of hair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I guess people have been using hair pieces since the
beginning of time. Now most of us have hair on our heads, I think. At one time
in history it was a status symbol to ware a wig, maybe that where the term “hot
head” or “don’t flip your wig” came from, I don’t know. Toupees, wigs and
others hair pieces, that I do not know the name of; have been the source of
many a good laugh over the years. From a toupee falling in to a man soup to it
being cot on a branch, or something. </div>
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I was at a late night picnic party and enjoying a young
ladies attention when my little brother decided that all the kissing was to
much for him so he grab a hand full of our hair to pull us apart. Will; she was
wearing a wig and it came off much to his surprise. It did liven up the party.</div>
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Then there was the war dance, we were at a bar waiting for a
friend to close up the place so we could go party up the canyon. Ed a full
blooded Ute Indian was arguing with a Navajo girl we pick up at the Pow-wow. In
the mix of the conversation Ed tried to give her a kiss and pulled off the wig
she was wearing and began to dance around the bar with it. Before the weekend
was over they got married, hard to believe but it’s true.</div>
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A pony tail mystery .
Back in the day of the poodle skirt, I was at a bar called the old mill. They
had a live band and a nice hardwood dance floor. There was this girl that had
cot my attention, she was wearing a blue poodle skirt, but it had white horses
on it, and a white angle blouse and a long pony tail. I ask her to dance and we
did. We stayed on the dance floor for three or four songs, then they played a
good fast jitter bug tune and we started to dance I spun her around and the
pony tail came off and few into the drummer. She screamed and ran off. I
retrieved her pony tail and looked for her she was gone and so were her friends
she came with. I never got her name as
we dance most of the time and had little conversation. I kept the pony tail for
sometime but I never came across her again. I guess I’m just not a prince
charming.</div>
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Then there was Ralph a guy I work with. We were working the
graveyard shift and waiting for the go ahead to continue with the testing we
were doing. Ralph leaned back in the office chair with his feet on the desk and
his toupee got cot on the wall. Just then the boss came in to check on us.
Ralph sat up and the boss had to laugh at what we saw. We had work with Ralph
for years and did not know he was bald. Ralph was trying hard to put that thing
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It was a year or so
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at my aunt house. I had gone to town to get some stuff from the store. When I
got back I came in with the groceries and sat at the table with a cold drink. After
about ten minuets I ask my aunt where my wife was. Then they all started to
giggle she was setting across the table from me. They had put a wig and makeup
on her and I did not recognize her. She did look good. </div>
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I hope you liked these bad hair moments, and I would love to
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Thank you for stopping by and your comments god bless</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-19881596263090117932013-06-18T09:36:00.003-06:002013-06-18T11:01:16.777-06:00lot of summer fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back about 1966 a friend of mine and I made some home brew
root beer; this is how it was done. I don't know why or I don't remember the
why he made such a large batch. It started out like this he had a twenty gallon
metal garbage can new unused and washed. A bottle of hires root beer extract,
five pounds of sugar, five gallons of water, and a couple of pound of dry ice.
You mix the sugar and water first in the garbage can. Then add the bottle of
root beer extract stirring with a wooden paddle, he made for this purpose. Now
the fun part you add the dry ice. Then
put the lid on loosely for sure. Warnings
have you ever shaken up a warm soda pop bottle then open it? Now if you put the lid on too tight it will come
off with a bang and root beer foam everywhere. This had happen at least once
or twice that I know of. Adding the dry
ice is how you get the carbonation in the mix. You keep adding dry ice a little at a time till the
mix has the desired level of carbonation. If you add too much dry ice or too fast
it will freeze. After about two hours it’s time to put it in the bottles i.e.
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With all this hard hard work it’s time to have a party
and enjoy our labors, and we did. We loaded the five jugs in the trunk of my
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You know that trunk was so big you could
hide a little league team in there with room left over. Anyway we probably look
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moonshiners loading that stuff. We put in some hot dogs, you could get a package
for 49 cents back then and they were all beef, still had the skin on them.
Eight to the package the buns came six to the package and were 10 cents and
were always smaller or larger than the dogs. Next came marshmallows, and a
water melon of unknown origin; Heck we had enough food to feed an army for a week
in there. Will we call around and found some girls that wanted to go on a
picnic up the canyon, some how my younger brother crashed the party. Anyway we
all, head up the canyon with the sun setting at our back, and sing or maybe
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My buddy’s name is Richard </div>
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Thank you for stopping by and your comments god bless</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">http//royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com</div>Roy Durhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006174332777759218.post-21794625810898463092013-06-16T22:55:00.000-06:002013-06-16T23:31:26.882-06:00Lot of shooting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday at my church someone came to church to kill
someone. A shot rang out and one man
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I am glad he did not get the job done, and I want to say
thank you to all who prayed for the victim Jim. It was his son-in-law that did
the shooting. For those who may think this had something to do with religion,
will you are wrong. It was a family problem, which I do not know the details
of. I know both victim and shooter from our social meeting at church. Prayers are
needed for both. No law could have stopped this, if not a gun, it could have
been a knife or club. It is the unresolved
problem that rages in a person mind that they and we cannot resolve or control.
It something we all have to learn to do, that is to solve our differences in a
peaceful manner. Someday we may have the
ability to read a persons mind and what a person is thinking of or planning to
do, and then maybe we can do something about the problem. We already have laws
and a commandment “thou shalt not kill” and a number of gun control laws on the
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Here is something to think about, the shooter could have
been any one of us. How many times have we been so mad that we could have done this?
Have you ever said I will kill you or wish you could kill someone? If we got
rid of all the guns in the world, the knifes, and then the rocks at which point
we would not have a place to live. We could stop these kind of thing from
happening with a lot more understand one another. Please don't think that I am defending the shooter because I am not. I just know but for the grace of god this could have been me shooter or victim. </div>
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