GOODBYE DIANE

As I looked at the calendar today, I realized it is the one-year anniversary of the death of a very good friend and former co-worker. She was a beautiful young woman -- too young to die. Last year I was unable to attend her funeral, however, I wrote this little piece for her sister Carin and their wonderful family. Carin had asked us to remember the laughter and humor of knowing Diane. These were some of my memories. A portion of this was read at her funeral service.

My tribute to a beautiful little spirit...

GOODBYE DIANE

Perhaps one would have to know Diane and me really well to understand what I am about to relate; to know our backgrounds and the parallels therein. A few incidences, about which I will not go into detail, are our relationships with the men in our lives, and the dealings she and I both had at one time with IRS. I will say that the latter really turned out to be beneficial to each of us in the long run. The following events will remain in my memory as long as my memory continues to serve me!

When I started to work at Horn-Chandler-Thomas, Inc. in early 1995, Diane and I had both been through more than our share of rough years, however, she was already way ahead of me in putting the past behind her, and paving the road to success in front of her. From time to time, though, we would play “woe is me” with each other. 

I remember the time I came to work upset because I had seen a small snake in my bathroom. My little dog Fancy chased the snake under the bathtub – an old fashion claw foot tub, and I assumed the snake got out the same way it got in. Perhaps through a hole around a water pipe. (As it turned out, that was not the case…it went down my bathtub drain creating a monster plumbing problem!) As I was telling my “horror” story, I wondered why I was not getting the response I had expected. Carin sat at her desk with a slight grin on her face. Then Diane proceeded to tell me about the 4 foot long snake she had once discovered in her kitchen. (She never found out where it went!) Or the snake that dropped down on her as she was getting a sweatshirt off a shelf in her closet. Even today, that story raises goose bumps on me. 

Then she told me about the night she saw the snake stretched out on her windowsill as she was getting undressed for bed. Already unclothed except for her underpants, she quickly grabbed her cowboy boots and put them on, while picking up a short piece of 1X4 that she used to prop open the window. (She and I both were living in very rustic places.) By now the snake had dropped down onto the floor and Diane quickly pressed the end of the 1X4 behind its head. As the floor was carpeted, she couldn’t get enough pressure to kill the snake. Then she realized her predicament. What was she going to do now? 

You know, I don’t remember how she resolved that dilemma, but the picture in my mind of Diane naked except for cowboy boots and panties, bending over with a piece of wood holding down a snake in the middle of the night has caused me to laugh out loud many a time through the years. We laughed together that day, although I know it wasn’t funny when she was experiencing it.

As time passed, we shared more misadventures of our lives in the country. I complained about having squirrels get into my walls and attic. She countered with “How would you like to have skunks spraying under your house and keeping you awake nights?!” At one point, even her clothing had to be de-scented! 

I dealt with my squirrels and she dealt with the skunks the best we could. Then I had an influx of rats that must have been getting in where the squirrels did. One morning I reached under my kitchen sink without looking and tried to get the Windex to clean my glasses before leaving for work. Imagine my shock when I got bit by something! I screamed, Fancy started barking like crazy, and before I could get the broom, she had a large rat by the neck and was shaking it! I cried, wet my pants, and the rat died. As soon as I was able to speak, I called work to tell them I would be a little late. It turned out the rat bite didn’t break the skin, and the animal control officer told me to not worry about it. Everyone at work had a good laugh on me this time. I got busy and had my son help me seal places we thought the rodents were getting in.

Not to be outdone in the “misadventure department”, I believe it was that spring that Diane went out to her car one night with a long house robe on. As she walked back to her house from the drive, she was rushed by a skunk! It chased her, biting at her and catching the edge of her robe in its teeth. She yelled for a friend who had stopped by to come help her. As he rushed out the front door with a broom, the skunk ran in the front door and began spraying the house! They finally got the skunk out somehow. The end result was Diane had to take the painful series of rabies shots as the skunk was found to be rabid. Whoa! I had to agree that was much worse than my measly little rat bite.

Are you seeing a pattern here? However inadvertently, Diane was my teacher during those years. It was as though she were showing me, “If I can triumph over this, surely you can overcome your problems, too.” And hers were always bigger and worse somehow than what I had to deal with. It’s funny, though, that the smallest of creatures created the situations that caused each of us to give up on our country living and move on in life. The squirrels brought tiny little mites into the insulation of my walls and ceiling. They were impossible to get rid of in an affordable manner. As I was trying to decide what to do – and feeling like I was being eaten alive at times, Diane discovered that the country house she was living in and thinking of buying was infested with termites! I was outdone again!

During my final winter at the Barn, I became very ill. I really thought my time had come as I waited on the paramedics that night. I made all kinds of promises to God. When I was admitted to the hospital, the doctors thought I had pneumonia. Then an x-ray indicated a mass in one lung. I knew the moments when Carin and Diane and our group of Unity friends began to pray. I could feel – and at odd moments I thought I saw a physical presence in my room, and I was comforted. Two days later, a subsequent x-ray showed no mass at all.

When Carin emailed me this past December and said Diane had been admitted to the hospital with pneumonia, my first thought was how our lives still seemed to parallel. However, it had been seven years since my hospitalization. I had gone on to sell my property and move out of state. Diane had bought a brand new home and moved on to greater professional success. We both seemed to be over the rough spots. What was going on now? 

As I waited one Sunday to hear results of Diane’s tests, I stood at my back door drinking coffee and staring at a small hawk sitting on the fence not 15 feet from my door. I have bird feeders in the back yard, and I was feeling somewhat badly that I had attracted this predator, endangering my smaller feathered friends. As the CD I had put on played the 5th, 6th, and 7th songs, I began to realize this hawk was there for a reason. He and I never lost eye contact, even as he turned around on the fence. I finally went to my native lore books on animals and birds and rediscovered that hawks are known as messengers. He had a message for me. By now, I knew I must check my email. Sure enough, I received the sad message that Diane’s diagnosis was not good. She had a mass in her lung, too. 

This little hawk had never been in my yard before. The days that followed his appearance were full of prayers and messages regarding Diane. Everyone was pulling for a complete recovery of this bright, talented, generous, warm, beautiful loving spirit. As she prepared to leave the hospital to go to her own home for a short while, I prepared to make the trek to see her, planning to stay and be of help to her and the family. I had put a note out for the mailman, packed my bags and put them by the door to be loaded into my car when the telephone rang. It was Carin. When she told me Diane had left us earlier that morning, I moaned and walked with the telephone in my hand to the back door. 

As Carin told me of Diane’s last day and her brief visit to her home, consoling me, and assuring me how close Diane was to us still, I looked out my back door and saw the hawk had returned. In a tree this time, but keeping watch the entire time Carin and I shared our grief over Diane. I told her I felt this beautiful bird was a messenger from Diane telling me “goodbye”..

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I can picture you now, my little friend, riding your beautiful horse -- long, golden hair blowing in the wind -- in an endless field of wildflowers, forever young. I learned a lot from you; I hope you learned a little from me. So until our next meeting, maybe in another lifetime.. ”Goodbye, Diane”. Your time with us was much too short. Perhaps the next time, we will be comparing all the good things happening in our lives.

With much love,
Marilyn

ACT III

Last year was a milestone for us. Of course, the 50^th Class Reunion was a real biggy! However, do you all catch yourselves asking “What’s Next”? I do. Now we also are in the zone of making resolutions for the coming year. I catch myself saying this is really going to be my year! My year for what? What is it I wish to do now in Act III of my life? And will I be physically able to do it? After all, didn’t I just have a heart attack two months ago? Is it too late to accomplish anything of any significance? Lots of questions!

A year or so ago I watched Jane Fonda being interviewed by Larry King. (I hated her – she looked so youthful and glamorous, and she’s older than we are!) She captured my attention when she spoke to him about how she looks at the stages of her life. To paraphrase what she said, life is one long drama – like a three-act Broadway play. In today’s world of better health, fitness, and medical advances, it’s feasible that each of us can live to an average age of 90. If you divide that by three, the first thirty years of our life is Act I, the second 30 years is Act II, and at age 60, each of us began the Third Act of our life drama. Jane went on to say that typically, in a three-act play, the Third Act is the time the whole play “comes together”, starts making sense, and reaches the conclusion.

Hey guys! We are well into Act III! Is it making sense yet? Are we solving the mystery; is good winning out? Are we getting our just rewards? Are we finally reaching a pinnacle of sorts? What kind of drama are you acting in? What is your role?

Marianne Williamson has written some books in the past that put a new spin on my outlook as a woman. (i.e., “A Woman’s Worth”) This morning I received an email from a publishing house I subscribe to regarding her newest book. I haven’t read it yet, but the excerpt sounds intriguing. Especially with the questions I (and maybe you) have been asking myself about “the future”. Here is the excerpt I read:

“Sometimes what we appear to have lost is simply something it was time to leave behind. Perhaps our system just lets something go, our having moved through the experience and now needing it no more. A friend of mine was sitting once with two of his best friends, a couple he'd partied long and hard with during the 1960s. At about ten in the evening the couple's twenty something daughter came home, saw them on the couch, and admonished them, "You guys are so boring! You never go out!" To which all three responded in unison, "We were out, and now we're in."

The mind is its own kind of dance floor. What this generation could do from our rocking chairs could literally rock the world. If in fact the highest, most creative work is the work of consciousness, then in slowing down we're not doing less; we're doing more. Having slowed down physically, we're in a better space to rev up psychically. We are becoming contemplative. We are shifting from the outer to the inner not in order to begin our demise, but to reseed and regreen the consciousness of the planet. And that's what is happening now: We're going slower in order to go deeper, in order to go faster in the direction of urgently needed change.” ……………Marianne Williamson, ”The Age of Miracles”

My fascination with the old familiar places, structures, and buildings in this town stems from a fear of losing something of value in a place where I experienced such joy at an important time in my life. Just as we are losing so much of our planet – the ice caps, the rainforests, the water tables, the animals, etc., due to our neglect and/or misuse of the earth’s resources, I feel a certain amount of pain when I see small towns like Ballinger starting to decay. I feel an urgency to capture some of these old structures before it is too late.

Many have done so before. I recently heard that Jerry Eoff’s mother was among those responsible for saving the Carnegie Library, and even a huge painted sign on the side of a brick building downtown. She helped save an old stone church, also. I plan to photograph more of these and post them in the near future.

From one of my daily inspirational readings, this one from “A Cherokee Feast of Days” by Joyce Sequichie Hifler:

“All that has been a part of the important past is a part of this more important present. We are bits and pieces of who we were yesterday and all the many yesterdays..This is the turning point, the place where we begin to see over the hill and around the bend… What might have been cannot govern or grieve us… Better, happier and more joy-filled times are looking for us. And they have found us.”

I’m not certain what all this reflection I am experiencing will amount to, but it won’t go away. I leave you with this question from a little game I like to play sometimes. It’s called “If”:

“If you had the ability to change three things in this world, what would you change?" Think about it. Can we still “rock the world”? 

Good Stuff Happens,

Marilyn

ROCK BRIDGE AT CITY PARK

Today I received the following from Peggy (Branham) Krumlinde. I believe she sent it to all of our class, but I wanted to put it together with the picture of the bridge. Also, to remind all of you to check out Peg's online store. She has some really neat things, and a good sale going on now!

"If I remember correctly, that little rock bridge at the park is where our Brownie Troop (Rena Northington was our Brownie Leader) met for our day camp one year; I have pictures of the group and will try to find them. We had a "Style Show" one day and the runway was that same little rock bridge - at one time there were either rock or cement benches down a little way from the bridge and that is where the "judges" sat.

That is one of my fondest memories of that period of my life - we were so young and didn't realize at the time what a blessing living and growing up in Ballinger really was. Great memories!"
Peg's Online Store!www.cookwarecottage.com

I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures of the Brownies! Perhaps Peg will scan them and email them to the blog.

In 2007, we said goodbye to three of our former classmates that I know of: Jimmy Smith, Manuel Alvarez, and Barbara Ferguson Rollwitz. A few days ago I received this from Bill King:

"This is to notify my friends and family of the loss of my sweet little step granddaughter in Denver, CO." Her name was Emily Hansen, and she was only 18-years-old.

It is so difficult to lose a loved one whether young or old. My condolences to the families of each of the above.

I'm sure you all have noticed some of the additions to the blog. The music box and two slideshows. You may click on a song you wish to hear or click on the big arrow at the top and it will shuffle them around and play the entire song for you.

When you move your mouse over a picture in the slideshow, you will see two arrows and a pause button. You may go back or forward to view, or just let it run on its own. If you double click on the picture, it will take you to the web album so you can see the titles/names of each picture. You may also order copies of the pictures from the web album.

I've been asked again to mention the "COMMENTS" at the bottom of each new post. If there is a zero there, no comments have been made. If you click on "Comments", you may read any that have been made or send one of your own.

I have lots of ideas, photos, and stories waiting in the wings. I just need to get this formatted to suit me. I really do want to hear your own ideas, criticisms, and stories, and will do my best to put your old or new family photos here. As all of you know, I recently left off an email that I thought might hurt feelings or cause too much controversy if I posted it. I really don't want this blog to be a forum for political opinions. There are enough of those already out there. Now if one of our members decides to run for office, that's another matter!

Weren't the photographs from Gene Routh marvelous??? Of course, shortly after those were taken, Colorado had that horrendous storm! Let us see what it looked like at your house after the storm, Gene. We have had temperatures in the 70s the past three days!

Until next time......remember "Good Stuff Happens",
Marilyn

THE ARCHERS' MIRACLE

My children spent the Christmas holidays together at my daughter, Carajean Archer's home in Amarillo. Her husband Branch's sister wanted them to join her and her children for a weekend ski trip to Wolf Creek, Colorado. My oldest granddaughter Audrey didn't want to go, so my son Matthew and his wife Amy said they would stay in Amarillo over the weekend, keep Audrey company, and be there when the Archers returned to celebrate New Year's Eve. My oldest, Craig and his son Cameron went back to Dallas.

The weather was bitter cold in Colorado, preventing the younger two children, Ashlyn 13, and Tanner 9, from really enjoying the skiing. They decided to come home early on Sunday. Even though they checked the weather report before leaving the resort, about two hours into their return trip, they experienced a sudden storm. Wind gusts of 65-mph, blew snow across the highway, which immediately turned to ice. (This same storm system shut down a long stretch of Interstate near Denver, stranding thousands of travelers.) Theirs was the first car in a string of accidents that sent cars off the road. Terrifyingly, they spun around on the highway, rolled into the ditch, and landed upside down, dangling from their seat belts. It had been only a few minutes since Carajean had told Ashlyn to rebuckle her seat belt, after she was searching for something in the car. (First miracle!) The children had taken their shoes off for travel and Carrie immediately thought of the possibility of their suffering from exposure. No one was stopping to assist them, and she was scared the car would catch on fire.

They got out of the car quickly, scrambling and sliding across the frozen highway, as cars began to slow, stop, and to slide off the road. Fortunately, one of them was an off-duty State Trooper who saw them flip over and already had called for an ambulance. (Second miracle!)

They were at La Veta, Colorado and the ambulance arrived quickly. The EMTs checked all of them for injuries, and kept them in the ambulance for over an hour to keep them warm while they attended to other victims of this sudden wind-blown storm. Miraculously, other than a few bumps, minor cuts, and bruises none of the Archers was injured! (Third miracle!)

The temperature with the wind chill factor was well below zero by now. The children watched as one impatient driver went around the stopped cars, having a head-on collision with a semi. Unbelievably, he only had his ear almost sliced off. Ashlyn and Tanner watched as he had it sewn back on by the EMTs. The State Trooper, much to the children's delight, took them to a nearby Inn in La Veta. He told them how lucky they were that they went off the road where they did. (Miracle number four!) Two miles further there was a 70-foot drop off!
By now Carajean had tried to call home to tell Matthew and Amy what happened. Her cell phone batteries were nearly dead, and the storm had caused a power outage in the town that increased our worry and anguish over their conditions. There was a flurry of anxious calls between all of us, and finally, at 9:00 pm Sunday night, I got to talk to Carrie and was reassured that they really were all right!

It was decided that Matthew would leave Amarillo the next morning and drive his 4-wheel drive Toyota, equipped with snow tires, to retrieve the family. He estimated the drive would take around 4 or 5 hours at most, but there was a snowstorm at Clayton, New Mexico that stretched the trip to six hours!

Yesterday was one of the longest days of my life. The unpredictable weather... worry over how the wreck might be affecting everyone in its aftermath... and Matthew turning around and driving another six hours... This mother's heart was heavy and I did not relax until I got the word they had safely arrived in Amarillo. (To me, this was another miracle... and evidence of prayers answered!)

I talked to one grateful young mother this morning. She said seeing Matthew drive up in that "safe" car was very reassuring, and that she was never so glad to get home. She vowed they would never drive to a ski resort again. I told Matthew he was "my hero" many times over. "No big deal", he answered. Oh, yeah... it was a very big deal!

Marilyn

SEND NEW YEAR'S GREETINGS TO THE TROOPS

This was sent to me by Jerri (Jerlene Piel) Steel during the Christmas holidays. I did it, and I think it is a great idea.

Marilyn


Something cool that Xerox is doing

If you go to this web site, www.LetsSayThanks.com you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq You can't pick who gets it, but it will go to some member of the armed services.

How AMAZING it would be if we could get everyone we know to send one!!! This is a great site. Please send a card. It is FREE and it only takes a second.

Whether you are for or against the war, our guys and gals over there need to know we are behind them...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

New Year's Day, 2008. Wow! When I was a kid, I remember thinking that if I lived to see the year 2000, I would be really, really old. Hmmmm. 2008 and I don't feel so old eight years later!

I have another drama that unfolded in my family the last two days of 2007. I'm awaiting photos to accompany that story. It's another one of my "good stuff happens" stories. In the meantime, I thought I'd share some of these photos.

Ahhh.. The City Park hill. This is the one that I had to drive down, pretend to turn my wheels into a nonexistent curb to park, and kill the engine... then start the car again and drive off without slipping and hitting "the car parked in front of me." Sounds easy now, but to a 14-year-old, 93-pound female, just managing a clutch was a big deal! Come to think of it, the hill seemed a lot steeper then, too. Poor Coach Gosney. I'll bet we scared him more than once.

Try to imagine it with snow and ice.

This last picture I call "Charlie's Hangout". Charlie is a little panhandler. He's a squirrel who lives behind what is now Ballinger Florist. When we were in high school, this was the clothing store "George's". My mother loved to shop in this store. Recently, while talking to the current owner Carol Stokes, I discovered that back around the turn of the 20th century these stairs led to what was called "gentlemen's rooms". It seems they were for rent when the farmers and ranchers came to town on weekends. These gentlemen's rooms were occupied by women that were sometimes termed "common prostitutes", and they were often picked up by the local sheriff's office and fined. Usually the fine was $1.00. I found this information in an old ledger when I worked at the Sheriff's Office here last year.

The following is from Jimmy Cowlishaw in reference to the old stone structures in City Park:

"The old building was the water plant for Ballinger. Boy Scout Troop 29, was west of the park on the river bank. J.B.Dankworth was the scout leader. (Many packs of Lucky Strikes were disposed of along that creek.) Some scouts, weren't we? Also, just south of that building, was a place that held an alligator. I don't recall what happened to it. Maybe it got out of the cage, or?

Some may recall the soap box races that were held on the Paint Rock hill. The road would be closed to traffic and the start gate was at the top of hill. Cars were crates with wheels and required a brake and ropes to the front for steering. Speed required the start area to be moved down the hill, as some cars would roll to the bridge, and it was feared that the river would catch some (of the racers).

Ballinger had a semi-pro baseball team. It was named "Longhorns" and the star player was Stew Williams. They could not play on Sunday until after 8 p.m., when church services were over.

Enough of this, back to 2008."

Thanks for the memory,

Jim

A FEW CHRISTMAS MEMORIES 2007

A few photos from Ballinger and the Moragne household. Travis and Kelly Rider visited Grandmommy overnight. Travis made that night memorable by waking up at 1:30 in the morning throwing up!

Christmas Eve at the Bethel Community Church Candlelight Service, and Christmas Day at Peggy (Virden) and Bobby Sharp's home. Lots of good food, presents, babies, teenagers, dogs, and even horses. Let's not forget the grandmothers, who were in abundance that day. Peggy has six children and all but one of them were there. I lost track of how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren in attendance. Her brother Robert Virden and his wife Bonnie were also there with their family. The White Elephant gift exchange was a riot -- no one really wanted Santa's bloomers!

The highlight had to have been Christmas Eve at the small Bethel Church, where Peggy and Bobby's grandson Tyce Green sang the solo, "O Holy Night". As we exited the church with candles in hand, the haunting sounds of "Silent Night" played on a trumpet drifted over the surrounding countryside. It was played by June (Harris) Koch's grandson.

This is the Jerry (Jake) Baker family Christmas Day. That's classmate Nancy (Thompson) Baker peeking out from behind her daughter-in-law. Their three children, Phyllis Lynn, Russ, and Melissa were there with four of their grandchildren and three of their great-grandchildren. Their younger son Rodger is in Bahrain this Christmas, however, he called Christmas Day and got to speak to his parents and siblings.

To see or even speak with our loved ones on this wonderful holiday is always such a blessing. If any of you would like to share your favorite Christmas photos or stories with us, just send them to me and I'll do my best to post them here.

This last photo I took early this morning from my back door. It was very cloudy and cold -- below freezing, when I spotted these adorable Inca Doves huddled together on a branch. I said to myself, "They have learned the secret of staying warm.... Love One Another!!"

My love to all of you!
Marilyn

GREETINGS

"I took these this morning, looks like Lenna and I will have a white Christmas. Please tell everyone hello and Merry Christmas for me. I am doing well and I wish good health to all."
Sincerely,
Gene Routh

A FEW NEWS NOTES:

"Kay and I went to Houston Friday for her son's graduation from Physician Assistant's school. He received a Masters Degree and will work for an orthopedic surgeon in that area. He was a Special Forces medic and retired after 22 years in the army. I closed my medical office in Brownwood in October after 38 years of full time private practice and now work in Coleman on Tuesdays and Wednesdays ONLY with the other two physicians in Coleman. Hopefully I will start enjoying semi-retirement soon if I ever catch up."
James

"Merry Christmas to everyone. How blessed we are to have Christ in our lives!! To June and Chris-our prayers will be with you and how thankful we are you are okay. About the house-my bad! That is the house on Broadway. The one Darrell's uncle lived in was on the hill on 6th Street, I think. They are similar, but (it) was not a boarding house. Aren't we glad Marilyn does this for us? Thanks, girl, and how glad we are you are doing so well."

Love you all,
Dottie (Bishop)

On Nydah's recovery, June (Harris) Koch wrote: "Talked to her a few days ago and she is home and doing well. Sounds like she really had a rough time of it. I think she must have had a reaction to some of the pain meds..."

"I'm in Lafayette, LA. I will have Christmas with my Mom, daughter, and wife. Mom is in a retirement home. Lost my Dad January 1, 2007. I had to put my Aunt in the Nursing Home last month. So this has been a rough year."
Neil Broussard

I had a really nice visit with Jerry and Shirley Eoff, and Jerry's sister Bobbie at the Beefmaster last night. They gave me lots of information about the bridge I photographed. The one in City Park. Nancy's husband Jake also gave me information. It seems the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps) was busy in this park during the Depression years, building many structures. A few are still standing, as is this bridge. I was told there was once a long shuffleboard table with benches alongside adjacent to this bridge. Apparently, the water and years of dirt washing under the bridge in the draw have covered these up. Shirley (Fry) Eoff told me that there had been a caretaker's cottage across the road from the bridge, and that her grandfather was caretaker of the park for years.

There is also a long concrete table still standing in a rather secluded part of the park that was called The Nook. This area is to the left at the bottom of the steep hill going into the park. Bobbie Eoff said she had her wedding rehearsal dinner in this nook. Nearby there still stands a spooky stone building, now filled with nothing but graffiti. Jerry said this used to be the water works building when Ballinger's water supply came from this area. (Surely not Elm Creek?)

I leave you tonight with a little snapshot of a house on the Bronte Highway. The lights are really unusually pretty in Ballinger. We may be a small town, but we're mighty big on decorations!

'Til next time....
Marilyn

ANONYMOUS POEM

The following was sent to me by June Curry. I wish I knew the author of the poem, but decided it was so worth reading I will post it anyway. Marilyn

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments that take our breath away.

This is the poem:

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
...............Anonymous

"Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time, it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped."

Thank you, June, for sharing these poignant sentiments. Merry Christmas, everyone!

IN AND AROUND BALLINGER

You know, I fully intended to write something for this blog from December 13th until Christmas. I was thinking "Twelve Days of Christmas" at the time. Then I remembered that those twelve days are really from Christmas Day (when Christ was supposedly born) until January 5th -- the length of time it would have taken the Wise Men to make the journey to Bethlehem.

I don't know where my mind was.. I was thinking "gifts". My gift to all of you for the Christmas season. Pretty conceited of me when I think about it. The photographs (with some exceptions -- like the Hill House) that I find pleasing and that create nostalgic memories of this area for me, may not do the same for you. That's why I really would like your input. What do you remember that might still be here? What would you enjoy seeing and hearing about from the past?

Yesterday I got a call from my trusty on-the-spot reporter, Nancy Baker (who works for free, I might add), that she and hubby Jake had spotted "50 wild turkeys!" in City Park (she's been known to exaggerate a little at times). I grabbed my camera and rushed to what I thought would be my "turkey shoot".. I'm thinking, "These are escapees from Thanksgiving perhaps looking for a place to hide until after Christmas." After searching the City Park and the streets all along the bluff, I was disappointed that the only creatures I saw were the geese at the duck pond and a few goats that ignored me when they discovered I didn't have any food for them when I approached their pen.

On my little tour of that side of Broadway, I discovered the little gem of a footbridge pictured below. It looks so ancient, however, I don't remember seeing it during the 50s. Of course, I wasn't that interested in rock structures of any kind back then. I got enough talk about "rocks" at home, as my dad owned the local sand and gravel business.

Do any of you remember this bridge? Know where it is located? Did you ever walk across it? I must admit, it is so old I wasn't too sure it would be safe to walk across now.

Happy Holidays from Ballinger.........
Marilyn