Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Road Not Taken

Thinking of Aunt Fern, and this poem came to mind.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

—-Robert Frost—-





Who has the details?

It's Brian.

It's Christmas.

Who has more details?



Please note times, places, and accompanying stories in the comments section.

Monday, May 8, 2017

2017 Reunion Site

Our reunion site for 2017 is River Hills Lodge near Beavers Bend State Park and  Broken Bow Lake.
This is a new unit due to be completed in June of this year.

The cost per person should be $139 if we have 18 people who are 18 or older.  Less if we have more people and more if we have less.  You know the drill.

More information to follow.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Just Because…


Thanksgiving is almost here.  The gathering place is set.  Who is cooking what is almost decided.  It should be a full house full of wonderful aromas that will beckon us to eat too much, and then a hour later go at it again.

What has been left out?  Surely it is all planned, right?

What about Thanksgiving?

What do you mean, what about Thanksgiving?  That’s what we have planned, right?

Sort of…

It seems like we have everything but Thanksgiving.  How about we start listing the things for which we give thanks.  Please take just a moment or so and post a couple comments about the things for which you are thankful.



OK, I’ll start here.  You continue in the comments below.

Life
Abundant Life
Life Eternal
My family
Family gatherings
Living in a country where we can express our thoughts and still disagree with each other
Turkey sandwiches


Okay, pick it up from here…

Monday, October 31, 2016

Christmas Break for Tom and Sharman in Oklahoma.

Help identify everyone in this picture.  This was Sharman's first trip to Oklahoma.








Tom brought Sharman to Oklahoma at Christmas time in 1983.    Clockwise from upper left--please verify.

Fred Canada
Fern Meany
Raymond Canada
Hidden person?
Stella Canada
Melba Miller
Bottom left?

Was this at Fern Meany's or Vernon & Anne Spence's house.  Help and corrections in the comments section please.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

I was already speeding

The Travel Inn in Edmond, Oklahoma was a mandatory stop for my grandfather on most trips to town.  He might not have to stay long but he had to say hello to many old friends.  Grandpa described to me one time when he was leaving his favorite stop and heading home.  He had stayed a while and had enjoyed a few or maybe several beers.

He said that he was driving along and somebody came up behind him and then pulled around and passed him like he was just sitting there.  He said that he gave it some gas and in turn passed the offender and stayed ahead of him.

My grandfather explained, “I had to pass him.  I was already speeding when he passed me.”


I don’t know that I can explain his logic but perhaps I can better understand why some of my cousins enjoyed racing so much.  Some of it must have been hereditary. 

Oh, we've hit that before...

On one of my occasional trips to the Travel Inn in Edmond, Oklahoma in which my grandfather drove despite my multiple offers to chauffeur, we had concluded our business and were ready to head home. As he backed the car out of the parking space—a piece of gravel lot indistinguishable from the rest of the lot—and backed up, I noticed a short pole to the rear.

Realize that when my grandfather put the car in gear he would also accelerate.  It did not matter which direction; he gave it some gas.  So there I was in the back seat as tires were spinning, gravel making a furious noise, and we were racing backwards when I saw this pole that we were closing in on fast.

I yelled, “Pole!”

Stella, his wife, casually looked back at me and said, “Oh, we’ve hit that before.”


Grandpa put it in drive, gave it some gas, and we spun out on the gravel until we hit asphalt.  Apparently, the small poles at the edge of the lot were just magic posts in the pinball parking game of which I had yet to receive my initiation. I should have known that my grandfather would have already tested the boundaries of the parking lot.