The Humpty Truck has been retired at age 55. I took it to the Mustang Museum where it looks like he will have a safe and enjoyable life among other toys with similar tastes, values, and memories.
Humpty was thirty-five years old when I gave it to my grandson, Pete, for his first birthday. Sometime through the years he got moved back to my house. Pete is now twenty. Not really the age at which one wants to move a toy from dorm to apartment in whatever town he is in. Therefore, Pete and I made the decision to let Humpty Truck go visiting for a few years or even forever.
Humpty Truck is on loan to the museum until such time as Pete or other designated persons want it back. Win, win for everybody.
I have other items which will probably go sit a few years in the museum. I will record their retirement as they happen.
My thanks to the people who work to make the Mustang Museum a nice place to visit. It is now in a very cramped building, but the volunteers are optimistic that they will be able to bloom in new surroundings someday.
The woman in the picture with Humpty and his friends is yours truly, and the good looking guy is Pete.
“Mom, did anybody call?”
“Don’t think so, you have had no calls that I recall.”
“I gotta go out again but if anyone named Joe calls, tell him I tried to call, but his answering machine says he is taking no calls. Tell him I called and I want him to call me back.”
“Hold on a minute. Someone is calling right now.”
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Our traditional Kidz Kamp was marked by tent colors: blue for boys, red for girls. Mine, as Counselor, was yellow. I said it meant “courageous” and the young children believed me. Bigger kids would catch on right away. It stands for “coward.”
That was not always so. “Just give me a flashlight and let me at ‘um,” was my motto. I was an owl-chasing specialist. Until the “spider” incident. I screamed. The kids came running to offer their help. Betsy stepped on the spider – barefooted.
Those kids have grown; the story is dead. But it sticks with me. Coward.
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I glanced over at my much maligned cellmate – okay, my roomie, who deserves to be maligned. His torporific habits kept him bound in the room planning how to scrimshank the negligible expectations I might have of him. He was not dependable for the smallest operation of what might be seen as work. If I asked him to pick up the mail or to see how many potatoes were in the larder, I could expect a martyr’s response as he began panting and fanning himself as if he were about to have a heart attack. Was he worth it? I reviewed the reason I had taken him on as a roommate. Now I remember, his dad pays the rent.
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Scrimshank ((v.) to avoid one’s obligations/duties; to shirk)
Torporific (n.)) causing lethargy)
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I busily turned the bacon in the pan, retrieved the eggs from the frig, set the butter out to soften, and opened the jar of fruit juice. The grandchildren are here. Time for a real breakfast. A break from cereal, donuts, or pop-tarts! So I thought.
I noticed the house was uncommonly quiet. Looked around. Nobody here except me. Who am I cooking for? I got the phone, called their dad.
“What happened to everyone,” I asked.
“Oh, I just took the kids out for a morning treat,” he responded.
My enthusiasm waned as I considered how my cooked breakfast was not going to mean much when challenged with donuts and orange juice in the paper boxes.
Minutes later the party members returned, complete with donuts, chocolate milk and juice in the trendy cartons.
I give dad credit. He didn’t let them eat the goodies until they gallantly ate Gramma’s cooking.
Now confession time. I ate the donut he brought for me while I put the finishing touches on the old fashioned kind of food. At least they waited for their bribe!
Short story based on picture prompt. JSW Prompt.
Leo’s heart was dry as that old planter with its dead plants. It had rained in March. Leo thought it marked the end of the drought and Holly came back from her mother’s. Working together on the planter marked a new start.
But no, the dry struck again and she was gone.
They had thought nothing could come between them. They used to sing, “You are my sunshine.” Sunny days are supposed to be happy days.
Listen! What’s that? Thunder. Lightning. Raindrops.
Leo grabbed the phone. “Holly, raindrops keep falling on my head!”
How he loved hearing Holly laugh!
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WHAT’S SPECIAL? MY FIFTH YEAR ANNIVERSARY AFTER MY NEAR DEATH TRAUMA!*
The following selection is from a FB status in July, 2013. I had written it soon after coming home from Denver.
Psalm 91 has been my “food of choice” this month. Hardly a day has gone by without it. It amazes me. “Because she loves me, I will rescue her…I will protect her because she acknowledges my name.” That is the only reason that makes any sense for how so many people worked together and cared enough to get me off that mountain to the medical team who saw me as worth saving. I’m amazed and so thankful. I am taking the following excerpt from my manuscript “To Know His Name.” I don’t know how it will look on FB but I hope it will come through in an understandable way.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord (Friend)
I will rescue him: (Provision)
I will protect him, (Victor)
For he acknowledges my name
He will call upon me, and I will answer him; (Guidance)
I will be with him in trouble, (Peace)
I will deliver him and honor him. (Holiness)
With long life will I satisfy him, (Healing)
And show him my salvation. (Salvation)
Many of you have read the following blog which tells my story, but many have not. https://onetahayes.com/about/why-me-lord/ I don’t want to ever take the story as old news. It took me a while to be able to put this account into words. It took even longer to be able to write the experience I had in that operating room. https://onetahayes.com/2016/01/31/im-glad-i-did-not-die/