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May 12, 2005

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George & Sammie

~Tink and Poo.~

Tink and Poo here. Tink and I were thinking about some of Bills windy stories he tells us when we are out motoring along somewhere. Now you remember about the Cad-Olds dealer George and his slow driving. Well we pumped some more stories about George, out of Bill

Now we think Bill wrote a story about a fellow name of Ed the hair trimer. In that story Bill named George and Paul, brothers., both car dealers. All three of these men liked to go small game hunting. Around these parts we have the ring neck pheasant, and some quail. Now Mr Ring neck is a very pretty bird. Mrs, she is a plain Jane. It is OK to bring home a Mr for the Sunday dinner. One of them is kind of like a small chicken. It takes more then one quail to make a Sunday dinner. Now the real game hunters of these types of birds has a hunting dog. It helps a lot. You use the dog to find the bird or birds. The great hunter shoots the bird on the fly. It is a wrong to shoot the bird on the ground. The dog goes and hunts up the falling bird again and this time brings it back to the great hunter.

Now here is where Sammie comes in. George was getting along in years, and he thought it would be nice to have a small hunting dog. So he gets this little Britany. He names it Sammie. Now George has to teach Sammie how to go about this game. So he has a wing of a quail. He throws the wing, Sammie goes and gets it. Now Sammie figures that George didn't want it so he don't bring it back. This goes on for some time. In the end Bill said he thinks they became buddies and forget the hunting. Sammie never did get the hang of just what George was trying to do. Maybe he liked just riding around in a Caddie better.

Bill had a few more stories to tell about these three great hunters. One was about the car with a hole in the roof. No this was before cars came with that built in opening some has.

Bill said he got this story from all three of these guys. Each changed a bit to suit the one telling the story. Seems Paul had traded for a almost new Chev coupe. This was about 1941 or so. Now these cars had a very small bench seat in back. Something a couple kids could set on. Any ways these three were using this car to do what is known as road hunting. Paul was driving. George was hunting, setting in the back seat with the gun. Ed was the bird dog. He is looking up and down the fence rows, plum thickets and such. He is in the right hand front seat. All at once he spots a ring neck. Paul gets the car stopped. Ed leans forward and opens the door. George trying to get out of car. Cannon goes off, putting a hole right smack in middle of roof of my nice almost new Chev coupe. George reloads cannon and still gets the bird. George gets back in car holding bird. Ed is looking at hole in roof. Paul, says, "George I hope that bird is good eating, cause it going to cost you for roof repair." Bill said he got the story from Ed at first. Then Paul a few days later. Paul said, "yes and he still got the bird." George said some time later, "Paul is never going to forget that."

Bill told another story about George trying to sell a Ford Roadster. We thought we would about die laughing on that one. Tink said save it for later. Well it don't quite fit in with hunting anyways.

Bye for now, Tink and Poo.. Bark Bark, woooof

About Me:

Well I??冦 a story teller, not a writer. Never learned the art of fancy English. I

happen to live in Nebraska, but I??冦 still Missouri. Never married, all the Dollies I

ever took a second look at was too smart. Now at 74, just turned that other day, I

figure they all home safe. I love Doggies and Dollies in that order. Lost my two

true friends this year, that be Tinker and Poo. So I found me a new one. This

time a little girlie Peke. She is a normal female. Got a mouth, talks all the time.

She will never be a great writers of stories like Tinker and Poo. They have

about 50 stories on HWS. And now writing back from Rainbow Bridge.

I just try to write about people, places and things best I remember. Have something

over 250 stories on HWS. under three names.

Today's Queue Stories
~**~**~**~

CHOCOLATE

Al Batt

I do not like chocolate. It doesn't make me ill. The mere
thought of it doesn't disgust me. I just don't like the taste
of chocolate.

Okay, okay, that is not entirely true. I like chocolate chip
cookies, when they are soft and warm fresh from the oven. And
certain types of nuts -- pecans, peanuts, almonds, walnuts --
covered with a thin layer of chocolate are certainly edible. But
I do not like most forms of chocolate.

Chocolate cake - yuck. Fudge - ick. Chocolate ice cream - ish.
Brownies - ack. Candy bars - blech. The worst candy bar ever made
would have to be a monstrosity called "Milky Way."

I worked at the State Fair, Minnesota's Great Get-Together, this
year. People there were enjoying (or at least pretending to enjoy)
something called a deep-fried candy bar on a stick. I don't think
a deep-fried Milky Way would be bad enough for a person. I hope
they find a way to inject nicotine and alcohol into their product
so the customer could get all the daily requirements of things
that are bad for you on just one stick.

Chocolate milk: not worth drinking. Chocolate flavored breakfast
cereal: oh, please. Boxes of assorted chocolates... lead to boxes
of assorted indigestion remedies. Chocolate pudding... chocolate
pudding isn't even food. In school, we were given chocolate
pudding as part of our nearly hot lunch program. The chocolate
pudding came in a little square that fit perfectly into one of
the little squares on our school lunch trays.

Our lunch trays had a number of little dividers in them because
the people in charge of our school's lunch program had realized
that kids do not like one kind of their food touching another
kind. Oh, we knew that it all got mixed together in our stomachs,
but we needed to get it by our taste buds first. Taste buds can be
very fussy. That meant no touching of one food by another. I could
shake the chocolate pudding out of my plate and let it fall to the
floor. It would maintain its shape. I used some of it to repair the
holes in my rubber boots. It was much better than the vulcanized
patches. Chocolate pie should be outlawed for the sake of all
humanity.

When I was about 8-years-old, my mother, who loved chocolate, became
concerned about my lack of compassion toward chocolate. She thought
this character flaw was of a severe enough nature that she decided
to seek medical advice. She took me to Doctor George Olds in New
Richland, Minnesota. She assured me that she was doing this for my
own good.

Parents are always doing things for a kid's own good. As a kid, I
thought it would be a good idea if they stopped doing things for my
own good. The things done for my own good seldom seemed like good
things to me.

Into Doc Olds' office we went. Doc Olds was a great guy and
delivered most of the kids in my school class, including me. Doc
Olds was well respected by all. I liked Doc Olds. I liked seeing
him in a restaurant or in church or most anywhere else except in
his office. Doc could be a scary guy when he was doling out painful
shots or vile tasting medicines. I figured that Doc Olds did these
things because he was a parent and was just doing them for my own
good.

"What seems to be the problem?" asked Doc Olds. It was the way he
howdied.

"Allen refuses to eat any chocolate," replied my mother. Mothers
have a tendency to answer more than their share of questions. "It
worries me. That's just not normal for a child. He trades any
chocolate I give him to the neighbor kids for baseball cards or
marbles."

I have since lost most of my marbles. I even sold some of the
chocolate given to me. Chocolate had become a nice revenue
generator for me.

"Let me talk to him," advised Doc Olds. Doc sat me down on the
examining table and gave me a good looking at. It was one of
those looks that makes a boy nervous. Even the best behaved
child has a guilty conscience. "Do you like chocolate, Allen?"
Doc asked me.

"Can't stand the stuff," I answered.

Doc turned his attention to my mother. "There it is, Lucille.
He just doesn't like chocolate. Don't give him any and
everything will be fine."

And it was. My mother stopped giving me chocolate. Mom had
accepted a simple solution, even though she desired a
complicated one. No more chocolate for me. My revenue source
had just dried up. My mother never did give up trying to get
me to drink coffee though.

?ｩAl Batt 2001
71622 325 St
Hartland, MN 56042
SnoEowl@aol.com
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--?ｩAl Batt 2004
71622 325 St., Hartland, MN 56053
SnoEowl @aol.com

God Is Good

Sharon Bryant

The phone rang this morning. I looked at the caller ID and my heart sank. It was the hospital, and I knew my test results were in a day early.

I braced myself, and in a flash before I picked the phone up, saw pieces of my life fly by in my mind at record speed.

For almost a week now I have been praying the biopsies would show no cancer.

The news was good......all biopsies are normal!

Because of previously having cervical cancer, they want me to have another test in 6 months. I can handle that.

I thanked God many times this morning since the call came in. Last night I told Him I had not done all that I wanted to do while still on this earth.

But I want to stress to all females out there.......please have your pap test yearly. Eight years ago I missed one year and that is the year cancer formed. I had four surgeries before they got it all.

With cervical cancer, there are no warning signs. I had no pain, no signs of anything abnormal. It showed up in the pap test. So please, don't miss yours.

God Bless,

Sharon

Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net

About Me:

I am Sharon Bryant, 59 years old and reside in Alabama.

I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write
articles on bereavement often.

I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter.

I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

Poetry Section

~~~

A Rainy Night

Dianna Doles Petry

I watched the rain start falling down,

Without the thunder I expected to hear.

Falling fast and hard to the naked ground,

Drops of water that appeared to be crystal clear.

I felt the need to touch the raindrops,

To let them cleanse my spirit and ease my mind.

I wanted to let my thoughts run wild,

Rain always seemed to help me unwind.

The wind of fantasy lifted my imaginary wings,

As I closed my eyes and my thoughts took flight.

I was wrapped in a dark blue velvet sarong,

Soaring into the midnight black solitude of night.

I could feel myself breathing harder,

As my anticipation grew to experience more.

I brought a fresh look at life back with me,

As my feet slowly touched down on the floor.

I watched the rain falling down last night,

Without the lightening I love to see in the sky.

While others dread to see a storm move in,

I always find myself breathing a contented sigh.

Dianna Doles Petry

2004

Dianna59 @charter.net

~**~**~

Why Do I Love You?

Dianna Doles Petry

Maybe it's the way that you hold me,

When I need to cry on your shoulder.

Or the way you tell me that I'm beautiful,

When I'm feeling tired and growing older.

Maybe it's the way you always seem to know,

That I need something to make me smile.

You tell me that the love you feel for me,

Will never fade away or go out of style.

My mother always told me to run,

Not to let my heart get attached to anyone.

Your first kiss changed all of that for me,

I melted and I knew you were the one.

I think it's the way you caress me,

As you go that extra mile to dry my tears.

Or the way you protect me from the world,

You chase away those gnawing fears.

Maybe it's the way my arms ache,

When I'm here and you're far away.

Maybe it's the way you prove your love,

By walking through life with me everyday.

Dianna Doles Petry

2004

Dianna59 @charter.net

Proud founder of:
Women With A Unique Soul
www.womenwithauniquesoul.com
Webmaster of Short Stories
http://pages.ivillage.com/dianna40
Webmaster of Poetry From Life
http://www.geocities.com/diannawv/
Poems By Dianna
http://members.tripod.com/~poemsbydianna/PoetryofLife.html

~**~**~

Perfection

(For Sheri, Scott, Brandon and Deanna)

I am that which can not be,

What you try to achieve is me.

But lo' though ancient valleys untold,

lies the mysteries of the very old.

So listen to me, you who would,

to the stories of those who

thought they could.

Fall not upon the ground of sod,

where others who failed have trod.

Stay away from one such as I

To reach me is like reaching for the sky.

A paradox for all mankind,

To try and fail is justice in its kind.

For God in his wisdom did just,

Realize that man's ability is to trust.

Not in the perfection he tries to obtain.

but to realize in failure he has gained.

Possible to believe,

impossible to achieve.

B. J. Cassady

summer of '99

B.J. Cassady

BJ.Cassady @ af-group.com

B.J. Cassady is a Stephen Minister at

Edmond Trinity Church and ISD professional

in Guthrie, Oklahoma. A disabled Vietnam

era USAF vet, BJ enjoys giving back to

the world with his writings and is putting

together a CD audio collection of his best

writings. For further information please

write: bj.enterprises @juno.com

Also look for his story 'Medals' in

"More Patriot Hearts" by Lt Col William

Coffey and "The Quilt".

Writers Feedback

These tributes to Mothers is wonderful. I remember so little of my Mom. God called her home when I was little but i remember her voice. I wish i could send her a tribute but only in my heart and prayers make it possible. Nat Symonds

Sherrie and the Holy Ghost was a very heartwarming, well written story by Sandra Griffin and I really enjoyed reading it. Kids take things literally and it can be very humorous. Thanks for this and all the stories I read on Storytime. God bless, Sharlett Hunt

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Prayer Requests and Updates

Update on Rudy

He is home. He will have his staples removed next Wednesday. He

will be on soft dog food for a month. The good/bad news is he is

feeling good,...better than he ever has. So he wants to play, wants

to run and doesnt understand he has to stay in for another week.

SENIOR WRITERS

Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell;

Boda, Ginger; Bryant, Sharon; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Crider, Mark;

Deming, Barb; Goodier, Steve; Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt, Sharlette;

Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Jenkins, Pamela;

Liles, Norma; Mazzella, Joe; Ojeigbe, Georgewaters;

Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam;

Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gorden K;

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