Growing Up Wallace, Memories of the way we were, my story, and anything else that crosses my mind.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Happy Valentine's Day

1 Corinthians 13 New International Version (NIV)

13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Cedar's Amazing Discovery

My newest discovery. The winter air feels much, much, colder on the skin when you are 67  years old as opposed to 6 or 7 years old. You can put that in your noggin as pure fact.

It is Sunday in our tiny town of Wallace, and the snow is whirling, twirling, and seems to not know the direction that it wants to go. The wind has it coming from the east, and then from the west, and right now it looks as though it is coming from the north. It reminds me of my life 

That's the way it is in Wallace, February 10,2019 

Stay warm and stay safe.

Saturday, February 2, 2019

The Love Month

February, the month we celebrate love. I can think of no better way to start the month than with this verse.

I am sure most of you know it.

 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life
John3:16 KJV

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Happy Birthday To My Daughter.

Today was my daughter's birthday. Today is also the birthday of her triplets, my grandkids. I remember the day my daughter was born so long ago. It was very snowy in the Silver Valley that January day. The 28th was supposed to be the day, but my daughter had other plans.

 She had decided that she wanted the 29th, and so, about 1:28 AM, she came into our world at the old West Shoshone Hosptial in Kellogg, delivered by Dr. Cordwell.

Happy birthday, Sweetie, and Happy Birthday to my wonderful grandkids Love you to pieces.

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Sounds Of Days Gone By

My wife listens to me because for years I have gone on and on about someday I want an old fashioned coffee pot. I then proceed to bore her with the same story about how when I was but a tyke, and my dad was working at the Star Mine, I would hear the sound of the coffee making so early in the morning when my mother was up fixing my dad's breakfast.

Yes, that sound of the coffee perking was soothing to my young soul, All was well with the world. So, yes, this Christmas she got one for me.

 Listen to this old commercial with me, and all will be well today.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Four Eyes

January, and another frozen, biting, bone-gnawing night at the hotel. The parking lot in the back of the hotel was warped with mounds of frozen ice, and the alleyway made the crunch, crunch sound when some brave, or foolish, depending on your perspective, driver ventured out that night.

I was visiting with one of my favorite guests, a truck driver from Montana. Jack was one of the good guys in life. He was still very strong for 63 years old, and even though he had his nice side, he was not one to fool with.

Jack had just come in to register before he would get his 8-hour call and hit the road again. We were both drinking a cup of coffee when we heard a car start up in the back parking lot,. We both looked up at the same time and watched as the engine revved up and the car shot out into the alley and crashed into a telephone pole.

Fearing the worst, Jack and I raced outside to see if we could assist the driver in case he or she had medical concerns. And then, what to our wondering eyes did we see, but a hooded tall figure beginning to flee. It took a minute to register in both our minds what we were witnessing. We had not witnessed a wreck, we had just witnessed a car theft gone bad. Jack yelled for me to call the police while he took off down the alley to try and stop the guy.

The police arrived in a few minutes, and the officer in charge asked Jack to wait outside while he questioned me about what I had witnessed. What did the guy look like? How tall was he? How much did he weigh? What was he wearing? I answered to the best of my ability.

Now, I stepped outside while the officer questioned Jack, asking the exact same questions. I went back into the office when they were done talking, and Jack went to his room to get some sleep out of what was left of his downtime. When Jack had gone, the officer looked at me and said,"are you sure you two witnessed the same event"?Evidently, our descriptions of the thief were so different that the officer was left scratching his head. I had him over 6 feet tall. Jack and him short. On and on the variations went.

I have thought about that night over the years, and I vowed to be more alert in the hotels on getting good descriptions of everyone who came through the doors. I think, though, that the variation of answers lies more in the minds and experiences that we have in life, and how we view life. I guess in my mind, someone who was a thief in the night must be tall, and Jack, who had probably witnessed a lot more than I ever had at that point in my life, from his years on the road, saw a more accurate picture.

I could go on and on about this because I am sure that is why positive identifications are so difficult, and maybe not even believable. I could go on and one about the sociological aspects of being products of our own fears. but, I won't. but it was an interesting night that cold, frigid, January night so many years ago.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Being Kool In The Bronx

If I am repeating a story from several years ago, I apologize, but, well, that's what happens when you turn  29 years old.OK so it is a little over 29, but I digress.

When I went to NYC in the Eighties, I went with very little cash, and within a few days, I was running short of money. I called my dad and asked him to send some out of my account via a bank money order. It arrived and I took the D Train into Manhattan to try and get it cashed at a bank. Well, you would have thought that I was Jessee James the way I was treated in those gleaming towered financial giants. Oh yes, they would cash it, but they would have to hold it for ten days to make sure it was not stolen. Boy, that attitude sure makes one feel like scum.

I declined their offer and headed back to the apartment in the Bronx. I figured that there was no chance of getting it cashed in the Bronx, the crime capital of the world at that time, but I was getting a  little desperate, and most importantly to a smoker, I was out of my Kool Kings. At that time in my life, cigs were really important to me. Of course, you can not get much more stupid than that when you were born with Asthma and had scarred lungs as an infant. But, I have never said I was a genius. Fortunately, I finally gave it up several years ago when I was in a coma.

OK, back to the Bronx. There were little corner stores all over New York, and especially in the boroughs. Remember where I was. Not only was I living in the Bronx, but I was also living in the notorious South Bronx. Just down one block from where I was living was a little store. They spoke very little English in there, but they had a passing idea of who I was because I had made some purchases in there several times. So, figuring that I had nothing to lose I took the money order and went down Gerard to the little store, and tried to explain the situation to the clerk. He politely said that he could not cash the money order, but he said that he trusted me, and to my utter amazement, took three packs of Kools out and said that I could pay for them when I got my money.

I left there utterly amazed at such an act of kindness. I knew that as soon as I got some cash, that little store would be the first place that I would go. Well, my roommate got my money order cashed at his bank several days later, and I practically ran down to the little store to pay for those Kools.
I went in, handed the clerk the money, and the look on his face was one of amazement. For just as surprised that I had been that he trusted me, he as just as surprised that I had come back to pay him. He told me that he never expected to see me again.

I will always remember that little store and that trusting clerk. Trust is a two-way street.

Friday, December 28, 2018

Smoother Than Butter

The sights and sounds of the "big city" were everywhere. and my four-year-old image needed an update to match my new surroundings. We had just moved from the suburbs of Burke to the great city of Wallace.

I was out playing on Tamarack when I spotted the girl of my dreams. Now, mind you, at the age of four, my dreams were somewhat limited in scope. I, however, knew beauty when I saw it, and she was beautiful to this four-year-old.

How could I win the heart and soul of this young lass? I was desperate to win her affection, so I did what any young man would do in these circumstances. I used the oldest line in the book. With the full confidence and swagger that would have made Hugh Hefner proud, I strode up to the one whose affections I desired and introduced myself. “Hi, I'm Roy Rogers and I'm sixteen years old"

Now, that my friends, is a line that works every time. I am sure that somewhere out there Terri is still laughing.


 Now and until the first of the year, I will be posting some of my favorite posts that I did a few years ago. I promise I will try to get new material soon. 

Monday, December 24, 2018

Merry Christmas-

Merry Christmas. Here is the hope of the season, and for all mankind.

Isaiah 9:6 King James Version (KJV)

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.