CONDOLENCES FOR A CLASSMATE

VIRGINIA EGAN informed me that ROSALYN'S husband Nolan passed away yesterday. As soon as an obituary is available, I will post it here.

Nolan and Rosalyn Hoelscher

50th Wedding Anniversary

This past August ROSALYN URBANTKE and Nolan HOELSCHER had been married for 58 years. Last December ROSALYN wrote that Nolan was in a Hospice Home, and was paralyzed and unable to speak to her. I wrote and inquired about his condition in May, but I never received a reply. At the time, I felt she was spending her time with Nolan, and not on the internet. These past few months must have been extremely difficult for ROSALYN and their family. Please join me in sending loving thoughts and prayers of comfort to them.

Peace and love,

Marilyn

AN HONEST MAN

A little story from long ago, submitted by NANCY THOMPSON BAKER:

"Back when Jake still had hair, he was sitting in the barber shop waiting for a haircut. A man came in looking for something he had lost out of his pocket -- his wife's diamond ring. After Jake got into the chair he spotted something outside that he thought looked like a Coke can tab. As he left he picked it up. It was the ring. He took it to a friend who worked nearby, and she located the man looking for it. 

(Nancy collects teddy bears.)

The following day I received a dozen red roses with a card attached saying, "To the woman who lives with an honest man!" This just happened to be my birthday, August 20, 1974. It was signed O.C. Davis.

I found the card in a drawer today."

I asked NANCY if she or Jake knew the man. 

"No. I don't think he was from Ballinger. He was visiting relatives or someone. He was taking his wife's ring in to have the prongs checked, and had put it in his pocket."

Not only is Jake an "honest man", but they have been married for almost 60 years! 

Roses to both of you, NAN!

Peace and love,

Marilyn

EARTHQUAKES, GOLF COURSES, AND MORE

"60 Minutes" did a segment last night on the rise in the number of earthquakes in Oklahoma over the past two years. There have been over 2,000  3.0+ magnitude quakes. They interviewed a couple of women from Edmond, which is where our classmate JUNE CURRY lives. When this was previewed, I contacted JUNE. This is what she had to say:

"That number doesn't surprise me at all as more earthquakes are announced almost daily. I live on the Northwest side of Oklahoma City with an Edmond address, on the outskirts of Edmond itself. It's very 

beautiful here, but there have been an enormous amount of homes badly damaged by these earthquakes, and the homeowners are up in arms at the local oil and gas companies that they feel are contributing to these events.

We have felt a few of these earthquakes, but we thank God that so far we have had no damage from them nor has my other son at his home. I feel so badly for the people who have had so much damage and almost no help from the earthquake insurance people in repairing their homes. It is almost impossible to prove to them that the damage is earthquake caused, according to the media reports.

I must say though that when you do not have an earthquake, tornado, hail, ice storm or blizzard, this is a truly beautiful place to live. (Ha Ha Ha)."

JUNE and I commiserate back and forth when weather threatens our safety. However, earthquakes usually give no warning. As I worked for FEMA several years through several earthquakes and their aftermath, I don't think I could show the sense of humor portrayed by JUNE. 

As the insurance companies will pay for "act of God" earthquakes, and they are refusing to pay off on the current ones, this means they, too, believe the oil and gas companies are at fault - not God. The technology certainly seems to show that their pumping all that waste water back into the earth is the cause of the recent earthquakes. As a homeowner, I think I would go after the oil and gas industry for damages to my property.

JUNE says her new knee is working like it's supposed to -- and no pain!

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(Pebble Beach Golf Course)

When I was putting together our autobiographical handbook, I often had to coax information from some of you. You are more interesting than you would lead us to believe. Such is the case with another of our classmates who emerged out of the past recently. I've got a few more items of interest from TRUMAN CONNER. One of which is his golfing hobby. My son Matthew was green with envy when I read him a list of golf courses that TRUMAN has played on over the years. "..They would include, Pebble Beach, Spyglass Hill, both on the California Monterrey Peninsula. Others would include Riviera CC (Los Angeles) Olympia Fields CC (Chicago) TPC Stadium Course Olympic (Palm Springs), Olympic Club (San Francisco) Kapalua, (Maui, HI).  Will not bore you with others, except to say that many or all of these golf courses held either US Open Championships or are regular PGA Tour sites.  I expect Matthew would recognize them.  Non-golfers wouldn't give a rip and can't blame them for that."

TRUMAN mentioned he liked to travel, but mostly in the U.S. "...NYC, Boston, Chicago, New Orleans, Miami, et al, many times on business.  Never wanted to go to Europe like Denny Hill though. The idea of a 14 hour plane ride was always a deal breaker for me. I am going to Washington DC next month.  It is the most interesting city I have ever visited."

The first information I got out of TRUMAN in the way of a biography, indicated he worked for Levi Strauss for nearly 40-years before retiring. I figured he might own the company in that length of time. Not so, he wrote:

"My degree from TCU was in finance.  There isn't a great deal of glitter in my life compared to others in our class. I had a great career at Levi's although not at the CEO level (thanks for the thought). I worked in Levi's financial division with a focus on financial analysis of some very large corporate accounts, and I occasionally served on Chapter 11 bankruptcy committees when things got really interesting, and it often entailed long and tiring cross country flights, sometimes weekly."

Come to think of it, TRUMAN, you were working for Levi's in 1989, when the huge San Francisco earthquake hit. That was the year I went to work for FEMA. I heard Dan Rather on the evening news say that FEMA needed help in Denton, Texas working with the victims of the quake. I thought I was volunteering when I went in that evening to sign up. They put all of us on the telephone that night after about a 30-minute training session. This was the first time they had tried telecommunications for aiding disaster victims. When I left 5-years later, they were in beautiful new quarters, and were in the process of going online with the applications for assistance.

Were you affected at all by the '89 earthquake, TRUMAN?

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Occasionally, I realize I haven't heard from one of my "regulars" in a while so I contact them. PATI COCKRELL PRITCHARD sent a photo of her new granddaughter a few months back, then dropped off the grid. Here is her reply when I inquired how she was doing:

"I'm still working full time (darn, the other grandmother gets all the drop off baby sitting) but, I can fund her college accounts better than I could if I DIDN'T work! Gene has finally cut back to working only 3 days a week. We're both in good health and I think it helps me to stay active.

GRANDbaby is just GRAND!!! She was 9 months old April 27th and running her big people ragged! Loving her to pieces and enjoy hearing my daughter say 'I never appreciated all you did'. Yahoo!"

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GLENN SMITH is still recuperating at home. He has a young friend from Uruguay staying with him and helping him. He said he can get around some with a walker. The last I heard from him was four days ago when he wrote, "..staples came out today. X-rays show that femur break 2 inches below left hip is repairing perfectly. No socket replacement was needed.

Several friends have visited. Some have brought meals." 

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NANCY THOMPSON BAKER wrote that she and hubby Jake are doing well at home, with Home Health assisting with Jake's recovery from the dreadful blood infection he suffered a while back. NANCY said her feet are healed as well.

You know, from the reports I've received from our "patients" both here and among my other friends, all of the requested prayers and good thoughts and wishes have been answered. Hallelujah!

Much love and peace to you all,

Marilyn

SMOKEY AND THE FARM BOYS

Editor: Going over some of my posts written on my personal blog, I ran across this one that was published 5-years ago. I got a kick out of reading it again, and thought you might, too. GLENN, this is for you! Marilyn



My next guest column is also written by a former classmate from Ballinger High School, Glenn Smith. I presumed to title it for him:

SMOKEY AND THE FARM BOYS

"June Hash Curry and Marilyn Moragne have reminisced about how each of them had auto accidents in the 1950s that they miraculously survived. That got me thinking about an incident in 1955 when I should have died but did not. All this has to do with growing up around Ballinger in Runnels County, Texas.

It was a Saturday. My father took my fourteen-year-old nephew, John, and me to a field where he wanted to construct an electric fence so cows could graze on a part of the five foot high sorghum there. We helped him stretch a single strand of new barbed wire which was anchored around a tall, creosoted power line pole about two hundred yards into the field. The wire sloped gradually from where it was tied around the high-line pole about forty inches above ground until it lay flat on the ground about fifty yards from the pole. From there it went to the edge of the field and joined another fence. The next step was to support the wire by attaching it to an insulated pole every ten feet.

John was driving my father's light blue F100 pickup. I was riding a mare named Smokey, trailing a lariat from the saddle horn. My father was at a pile of metal posts about a hundred yards from where the taut wire rested nearly buried in the loose dirt. The plan was for me to drag a post behind the mare from the distant pile to its place along the wire. My nephew's task was to back the pickup into place so my father could stand in its bed and sledge hammer each long post about three feet into the earth.

What happened next makes no sense, but for some reason it happened anyway. I had delivered two posts and was nearly back to the supply pile for a third. John was supremely bored waiting. I was bored myself. Smokey must have been bored also. Suddenly John leaned out of the pickup window and yelled DRAG! He tromped on the accelerator and without rational thought I touched my heels to the mare's flanks. Smokey's ears went flat and she shot forward, all her attention on winning. She beat the truck handily. We were in afterburner mode. No horse ever ran as fast or liked doing it as much as she did at that moment. Problem was we were headed toward the point where the tightly stretched barbed wire was still about three feet above the dirt. My eye caught a flash of the new wire. Time exploded and went to zero simultaneously. Smoky was upside down in a forward airborne roll. I consciously dropped the reins, pulled my feet from the stirrups. The lights went out.

I came to with my father kneeling over me. I had landed on my head, but Smokey hit the ground a little past where I hit. The wire had stretched impossibly but it did not break. Smokey had deep cuts on her upper shoulders. She stood still, bleeding.

My neck should have been broken. Instead I walked half a mile to the house. My father kept working. Frank Smith didn't leave work for anything.

By usual standards for treating horses, Smokey would have been put down that afternoon. But her owner, John's father, tenderly nursed her back to health. I never rode her again. I could have but didn't feel I had the right. I was ashamed of letting her get hurt for no good reason at all.

(Elm Creek at Ballinger, Texas)

Nearly four years later, Elm Creek (which ran through our farm) got up from strong rains. My dad and mother drove the Ford pickup to the bottom land to move cows to high ground. I was in Abilene at college. My father crossed a ravine that was where Elm Creek had once flowed before it changed course. He got trapped as a wall of water poured down in a torrent about ten feet deep. My mother had never learned to swim and my dad could only dog paddle. He was wearing work boots and overalls and was in the raging water while hanging onto a mesquite sapling. Mom drove as fast as she could and found my brother-in-law. He saddled Smokey, rode hard, plunged the mare into the fast flowing water upstream from where my dad was barely still hanging on. Dad said later that he had decided to turn loose knowing he would drown. As Smokey swam past him—the bank was too steep and too muddy for her to get out—my father grabbed on to the back of the saddle. Smokey swam with him and my brother-in-law downstream, then out to safety.

The spirited mare lived many years after that. She died in her mid-twenties.

I'm not sure what the moral is of these stories. We did things that kids today don’t usually do. But we weren't trying to be daredevils. If anything we were trying to live like the Cleavers, June and Ward and Wally and Beaver. Maybe our happenings got a little closer to the edge some times, but we didn't intend them to. As my father's mother always said of her Texas life, 'we done the best we could with what we had.' We did at that, didn't we?"

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A horse is a horse, a horse of course -- except when it is a means of transportation? Yesterday I laughed out loud when I read the following news item online. This was on Austin's KXAN.com news site, written by Pamela Cosel: 

"Is it DWI if you're on a horse?"

"It wasn't necessarily a scene from a movie, but it might have been. Two men, each dressed in cowboy hats and chaps -- one on a horse, the other riding a donkey -- were arrested for public intoxication on Friday just before 11 p.m. An Austin police officer saw Jose Federico, 33, on a brown mule with white spots, along with Samuel Olivo, Jr., 49, on a horse in Downtown Austin.

The two riders were stopped in the right lane of traffic, according to the arrest affidavit, and cars were having to drive around them. Police said the two men were calling pedestrians off of the sidewalk and into the street to take pictures and pet the animals. This endangered the pedestrians because the street was open to passing vehicles.

APD conducted a sobriety test on the men and determined they were drunk after seeing they had glassy, watery eyes; stumbling, staggering and swaying; couldn't turn properly; fell off the line and had an odor of alcohol about them. Rios said he'd taken antibiotics when asked about drugs, according to the report, and also said he drank two vodka-and-cranberry drinks. (Editor: THIS is a COWBOY'S drink?) The charge was first listed as driving while intoxicated (DWI), but changed to public intoxication, according to APD. Bail was set at $2,000.

It is not known how the animals responded to the hoopla."

I know how I responded .. gales of laughter at the imagery as I read this. I'll bet the animals were embarrassed.

Smile. It makes you feel better and look good!

Peace and love,
Marilyn

ANOTHER CLASSMATE PASSING

I have waited a few days to post the following about JIMMY GAMBLE, as I was hoping to get a more complete obituary, and perhaps a photo. I remember most of our classmates from school, but I cannot place JIMMY. More than likely, it's because we didn't have any classes together. In looking through Google articles pertaining to him, I noticed that he was a City Alderman in Junction. I also saw a photo of his son Kevin, who was a local firefighter. If any of you would like to share a memory of JIMMY, just email me and I will post it.

From the San Angelo Standard Times:

"James “Jim” Gamble, 77, of Junction, died Monday, April 25, 2016. Private services will be held at a later date. Arrangements are by Shaffer Funeral Home/Sherwood Way.

Survivors include his sons, Kevin Gamble of Kerrville, Darron Gamble of Rosenburgand and David Gamble of New Mexico; daughters Penny Elaine Stewart of Junction and Kelly Scioneaux of Junction; brother Robert Gamble of San Bernard; sister Wanda Binder of Ballinger."

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JUNE HASH CURRY continues to improve after knee replacement surgery. This week she said that she is able to walk on her knee without pain now. Thanks for all the prayers. JUNE said she knows they helped.

GLENN SMITH, who was in a nursing/rehab facility in Ballinger recovering from surgery on his broken leg, is now at home. He indicated he was not happy at all while in the nursing home, and says it feels great to be home at last.

NANCY THOMPSON BAKER is relieved that hubby Jake is finally home. He was dismissed from the hospital last weekend, and spent the first full day home tending to paperwork that had piled up. NANCY spent so much of her time with him at hospitals in San Angelo and Ballinger, she barely had time to tend to her aching feet! She says that they are finally healing from the plantar fasciitis. Now, with the assistance of home health, her wifely duties include keeping track of the 17 medications Jake is on, as well as remembering to take her own.

NANCY has always been one to "be there" for others when illness or worse happened in a family. Her favorite dish to make enough to share is chicken spaghetti. Once made, she makes the rounds of anyone she knows is in need. It would be nice if others return the favor so she will be spared a lot of cooking in the first few weeks of Jake's recovery. NANCY, I wish I lived close. However, nothing I cook compares to your spaghetti! (Even using your "recipe"). Small towns are known for their coming together in times of crises.

All of this healing is noted under "good stuff" happening. Let me hear from you if you have more.

(Dreamtime)

Marilyn

LOST NO MORE

I was unable to reach TRUMAN CONNER to include him in our handbook for the 50th class reunion. Thanks to JANICE AMARINE and her trusty phone, she captured the photo above when she saw him at his sister Karen Bethea's graveside service held this past week in Ballinger. Karen resided in the Austin area, and was also a BHS graduate. JANICE said TRUMAN now lives in San Antonio. She encouraged him to come to one of the reunions.

Curious, I found TRUMAN's information on the internet, and emailed him condolences at the loss of his younger sister. To my delight, he answered me today and sent the following information. I told him I will send him a handbook, and gave him the blog address so he may catch up with all of us as well. TRUMAN, feel free to send photos and information about some of your trips!

"After BHS, I attended TCU graduating in 1961. After that I worked in San Francisco for Levi Strauss & Co until retiring in 1999. Then lived in El Paso, Dallas, and now San Antonio for about 14 years. I spend most of my time playing golf, travel when the mood strikes, and trying to make the most of life. As it turns out, we have all discovered the truth that life really is short like our parents always told us."

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GLENN SMITH had a fall recently. It seems he tried to continue walking, only to discover he had a bone break. After an ambulance trip to Shannon in San Angelo, he had surgery yesterday. At first they thought his hip was broken, however, it is the bone right below the hip. The femur? I haven't heard today how he is doing, but NANCY told me he is in Room 545. Luckily he had his young friend visiting from Uruguay, Stephanie. She called the ambulance. I am assuming she will be there to take care of GLENN's two beloved dogs. Someone might call and see if he needs any assistance in that regard if she is to be going home.

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Our other patients, JUNE HASH CURRY, and NANCY's husband Jake Baker (Class of '54), are still recovering. JUNE is home this weekend, and will start more rehab with Home Health this next week. She is not looking forward to that, as the knee is still very painful I'm sure. Tonight she wrote that she had a new great-grand baby, born yesterday in Utah to her granddaughter Karen. Karen had a very difficult delivery, and JUNE asked for prayers for her and the new baby.

Jake is still in the Ballinger Hospital, and would welcome any visitors. He is still on antibiotics, but is not contagious. He's exercising and probably getting bored, if I know Jake! NANCY said she goes there about 5 times a day. She's still suffering with her feet, and also tending to their dog, Beans, who has been sick as well. She told me a story of how Jake has received the same funny get well card from three different people - from different parts of the country. When she asked one why he chose it, he said the man walking down the hall with his gown flapping in the breeze reminded him of Jake. Must have been some card! Jake loved it.

Until next time, let the good stuff happen!

Peace and love,

Marilyn

NEWS AND NEWS

NEIL BROUSSARD sent me the following video. I sent it to JUNE CURRY, hoping to cheer her on to a good recovery. She liked it so well (she has her iPad with her), I decided to share it with all of you. This will get your toes to tapping down memory lane!

JUNE is in rehab, and since she has her iPad with her, you might send her good wishes, funny e-cards, or just a note of encouragement -- especially from any of you who have gone through the same surgery. You should have her newest email address in the back of your handbook, if you've made the changes I've sent. If not, email me and I will send it to you. I don't want to put personal emails on the blog for all the world to see.

I know I sent you an update on NANCY BAKER's husband Jake. I haven't had more news from her as yet, but will forward anything I receive on his and JUNE's conditions. So far, prayers appear to be working for both of them. Keep it up.

I recently had lunch with MARTHA NORTHINGTON. She was kind enough to bring us a delicious meal from Whole Foods, complete with cookies for dessert. We chatted our heads off, often talking at the same time! I'm afraid I might have bored her with my talk -- and photos of my children and grandchildren. She was too polite to say so. MARTHA's enjoying living back in Austin, close to her son and grandchildren. 

Yesterday I had a real treat. I saw my youngest grandson play golf for the first time. Travis has been in the South Texas Junior PGA Tournament league for the past 4-years. He's been taking lessons from a golf pro at a local Country Club for the past year. He's 13, but the 14- and 15-year-olds he plays with make him look so much younger. He holds his own with these older boys. I got to cheer for him on the last nine holes of a tournament yesterday in Lakeway -- near my home. He didn't do as well this time, but recently placed 5th in a group of 25 or more. I was afraid that this Grandmommy made him off his game. His dad had to shush me when I said "Ohhhhh, no!" at a missed shot. I promise to do better next time.

Daughter Carajean's son Tanner has taken up running, as well as still playing tennis -- now on the Amarillo High School tennis team.  Like his grandfather, BOB BURTON was at BHS. I wish I had a photo of you, BOB, while playing tennis. Somewhere in my many moves I lost all of my BHS annuals. Maybe someone could scan a photo and email it to me? This photo was taken of Tanner running a half marathon in Dallas, but he's looking forward to his 18th birthday this summer so he can enter full marathons.

Which reminds me, NEIL, I cannot find a recent photo of you. Please send one. Google is doing away with Picasa soon -- makes me so very mad! I have at least 5,000 photos stored on it. They have transferred them to their new Google Photos, but none are in the order they were in on Picasa. I have a horrible time finding what I want.

Enough rambling for today. I always look forward to hearing from any of you -- for whatever reason. Please don't wait until someone is ill or has died to communicate with me and our classmates.

Until next time..

Peace and love,

Marilyn

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE

Someone recently read the following post on my personal blog. As I re-read it and updated a portion about Haitian relief, I thought the class might enjoy reading it as well. Some of you have already. This was titled "Childhood Memories", and at the end of the post you will read memories from a couple of classmates as well. This was written six years ago when I lived in Burnet, Texas. Our lives have changed considerably in the past six years (and I haven't been called Pollyanna in quite a while), but the memories remain the same... Marilyn

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Writing about my optimism ~ and where it came from ~ stirred up old memories. When I was
asked how I became such an optimist (I've been called Pollyanna many times), my first thought was to say, "It must have been all those MGM musicals and Walt Disney animated features I watched growing up!" I'm serious. Those old musicals always had happy endings. So did the Disney films I grew up with. The good guy always got the girl and everyone lived happily ever after.

My parents often used the movie theaters in San Antonio as a babysitter for me and my sister Jean. Weekends there were always double features, and we would sometimes be on our second go 'round before someone came to pick us up! We especially loved the musicals, and would spend the intermissions in the balcony lounges singing the songs and doing our own versions of the dances. I remember there was a huge table in one area, and we would climb upon it and "tap dance"! (Ours were more of a soft shoe, shuffle, or stumble!) Watching Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly dance with one of their beautiful leading ladies gave us dreams of doing the same someday when we grew up. In the meantime, we had to practice! And practice we did. I begged Mother for some old curtains to make rhumba skirts or flowing gowns, and rounded up any kid in the neighborhood I could coax to come practice with us and be in our neighborhood "show".

The songs were made for singing.. Who can forget Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo from Cinderella? Or Uncle Remus singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah in Song of the South? Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote so many wonderful, singable songs for the musicals. I would spend my allowance on song books that were published with all the lyrics of the popular songs of the day.

Ahhhh... the "cowboy" movies! They were a big influence on me as well. Again, the good guys always won the girls, and rounded up the bad guys. Hopalong Cassidy, Gene Autrey, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, the Lone Ranger and Tonto ~ I loved them all! The Saturday serials could not be missed, and were also great to reenact with neighborhood kids! I loved to hear the rugged cowboys sing.

Even TV in the 50s and 60s had musical variety shows, and there were upbeat situation comedies (without the bathroom, potty mouth humor of today!) like the Dick Van Dyke Show, That Girl, Leave it to Beaver, Ozzie and Harriet, Father Knows Best... I could go on, and I'll bet you could, too.

I think they ought to bring back the big screen musicals. I loved Chicago, Mama Mia, and I think I will enjoy Nine, but it doesn't sound like the kind of happy-go-lucky musical that creates happy, positive people like the old time movies. I would love to see the return of the TV musical variety shows as well. Ed Sullivan, Dean Martin, the hootenannys of the 60s! It was hard to be in a bad mood after viewing these shows.

You can see from this picture, Jean and I never got over our love to entertain, although it took some coaxing to get her to wear the belly dancer costume and dance with me to Little Egypt at one of our big 4th of July parties. We had the most fun while trying on costumes at a local shop, wearing our "granny" glasses and giggling the whole time! Gee, I miss her.

Throughout my childhood, and well into my adulthood, I had two beautiful older women in my life who encouraged me, praised me, and loved me unconditionally. One was a cousin my grandmother's age who shared her religious beliefs with me in the gentlest of manners. She would take all of my spiritual questions seriously, and if she didn't have an answer right away, she would say, "I'll get back to you on that". And she would. Her name was Brooksey, and she took beautiful pictures in and around her home, even setting up a rudimentary darkroom. I got my love of photography from her, as well as her loving outlook on life.

The other was my paternal grandmother that everyone called Mom. I cannot remember a time that either of these kind women were critical of or mean to me. If they were, it must have been in such a constructive way that I didn't even realize it. For as long as she lived, Mom wrote me every single month. Once, when I remarried for the second time, I wrote Mom about my new husband. She wrote back, "Marilyn, I'm sure we'll love Win. You have always shown such good judgment in the past." I saved that letter, and still get a huge laugh every time I think of it. In her eyes, I could do no wrong

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And then I read Norman Vincent Peale's Power of Positive Thinking, and Psycho-cybernetics, written, I believe, by a well-known psychologist of the day. Up until that time, I got most of my information on living and parenting from such magazines as Ladies' Home Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Redbook. A whole new world began to open up for me. It took quite a few years for my shift from Pollyanna and purely innocent beliefs (I am still called an idealist, but I take that as a compliment) to grown-up perspectives on the connection between mind and body and the power of the word, but I was on my way! And I still loved to dance and sing while I was doing it.

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TRYING OUT MY WINGS

I visited the bald eagles' nest again last week, and I was thrilled to find one of the eaglets still there. I watched for over an hour with my camera poised, set on zoom. The most this little darlin' ever did was flap his wings and hop into and out of the empty nest. I don't know if he is able to fly yet, but his wings got a lot of action. As I was leaving, I spoke with a gentleman who had set up two cameras on tripods with long zoom lenses. He said he had been there for over three hours. The adult pair left shortly after he arrived and had not returned. This was unusual for them to be gone that long. The Saturday before, this man watched both adults and the two fledglings being extremely active ~ the adults flying back and forth and the fledglings in and out of the nest. I had an enjoyable hour in spite of the absence of the other eagles, and left promising myself I will be more diligent next year when they return to nest again.

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(March 27, 2016)
EDITOR: I re-read this post for the first time in ages. I wondered at the change in the link I had for the company listed below. Research showed me the company not only went bankrupt, but the CEO Claudio Osorio and CFO Craig Stanley Toll were sentenced to prison for conspiracy and wire fraud. You may read about their convictions here Law 360. I guess I should follow up more closely on some of the events I write about!

I want to write more about the progress of the Haitian relief effort. There have been some exciting developments in the way of affordable housing, designed by noted architect Andres Duany, being manufactured by a Miami-based building manufacturer, InnoVida Holdings who is donating 1,000 of the small homes free. Sadly, another earthquake in Chile and now Turkey are really putting a burden on relief agencies. Even a $5 donation, when multiplied by thousands ~ or millions ~ can become a mountain of supplies. If you cannot do that, then pray. If you cannot do that, then hold a picture in your mind of those beautiful, happy people living in safety, well-fed, and able to get on with their lives. After all, thoughts are energy. And every good thing is made up of energy! So please send some positive energy their way.

I am holding pictures in my mind that show each of my friends and family reading this having a beautiful, prosperous life filled with all the "good stuff"!

Love and peace,
Marilyn

P.S.
After first posting this, I received an email from a dear friend and high school classmate. She wrote so delightfully about her own "movie memories" that I asked her if she minded if I shared it with you all as well. Here it is, and I hope too many haven't already read the blog:

"Oh, Marilyn, how your writing blesses me every single time."

"I can absolutely relate to the movies we saw during those formative and teen years. I was and still am a movie groupie (although there are so few made in the present time that bring this kind of enjoyment). My movie idol was Doris Day. I knew and constantly sang all her hit songs and learned to play them on my piano. Like you, a lot of Saturdays when I was very young, Martha Northington and I would spend a good part of the afternoon in double features at the Texas Theater on the very front row. When we finally would leave our eyes would be so red and strained that we could hardly walk out into the sunlight. On one of those Saturdays we went to Martha's and held a "funny book and lemonade" sale in front of her house. I can't remember whether or not we ever sold any wares, but we had high hopes and enjoyed the endeavor so much. Roy Rogers and Dale Evans and Gene Autry and his wonderful horse were some of the early movies enjoyed on those Saturdays. Also, the Lassie series had us crying our eyes out, and I think there were some heart rending horse movies as well. WOW! What innocent times those were, and how I love those memories.

When Grady and I married I was still in the frame of mind that all you had to do to be eternally happy was to get married and have children and, of course, live happily ever after. It didn't take long before I was disabused that movieland fantasy and learned that life as well as marriage and motherhood takes a lifetime of work and is often filled with disappointments and heartaches, as well as joy and beauty. But when I married at 18, these facts just weren't in evidence. There were no wonderful lifetime classes in high school to introduce us to the household financial, physical and emotional stresses involved in marriage and making a home. Don't misunderstand me, I wouldn't have missed a moment of being married to Grady Curry, but we both would have benefited so much from having had some pre-marital education and parenting skills before embarking on almost 35 years together and having five children all born in the first ten years of that marriage. I've often wished my children had had the benefit of parents who knew how to raise them instead of just growing up with them. Nevertheless, God has been eternally faithful in being present every single day of that time and still is.

Thanks, Marilyn, for the journey down that memory road, reminding me of how much fun I really had and how much I loved those movies all through those years. Like you, I really believe they were what formed my eternal optimism which, by the way, I still have all these years later."

With love,
June

Last night I received the following email from NANCY BAKER:

"March 8th I found Jake asleep, burning up with fever, and incoherent when I woke him. A friend helped me get him to the car and to the Ballinger Hospital ER. They did tests and then transferred him to San Angelo. We had barely gotten there when he went into shock. We spent a day and a half in the ER, as there were no available beds in ICU.

For 36-hours I had absolutely no sleep. Jake slept maybe 45-minutes total during that time. Where my ability to stay awake that long came from, I cannot explain. It was like someone flipped a light switch, and I could do this. 

They finally found a bed for him in ICU Step-down. The doctors were saying he had a blood infection. X-rays, CAT scan, sonogram, laparoscope -- every exam you can name followed. Heart condition complications, breathing problems, gall bladder inflamed. 

I slept in the back seat of my car, on a roll-away bed in his room, one night in a motel, and finally went home two nights in a row.

Dr. JAMES HAYS checked in on us recently, and said Jake looks better. No fever, blood pressure okay, oxygen level 95 and above now.. only heart racing. Today he was pronounced noncontagious. and was moved to another room -- Shannon Room 418 now. We no longer have to gown up when we enter his room. He has yanked out all medical devices he could get his hands on, and is now telling stories you can believe; not hallucinating as badly. He will get strong antibiotics for three more weeks, and may be facing surgery on his gall bladder or pacemaker down the road.

Please, no calls, cards only.

My feet are killing me. Plantar fasciitis before walking 6-million miles in the hospital!" ..NANCY

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This is an amazing account of what NANCY and Jake have been going through. I asked for prayers for Jake, but now think we should put NANCY on our prayer lists as well. She is holding up remarkably well. I think it is more than a light switch that's seeing her through this.

Don't forget that JUNE CURRY is having knee replacement surgery this Monday.

Peace and love,

Marilyn

NEWS AND UPDATES

NANCY THOMPSON BAKER's husband Jake is still hospitalized in San Angelo in critical condition with sepsis. The blood infection has spread throughout his body, and among his many symptoms is hallucinating. This makes it very difficult for NANCY, as when she leaves the room he sometimes thinks she is "lost", and he wants to go look for her. He struggles hard with nurses, who of course need him to stay hooked up to his IV and monitors. NANCY said he will have to be on IV antibiotics for at least six (6) weeks. The doctors prepared her for the possibility that the infection might get on the connections to his pacemaker. If that happens, they may have to remove it. That surgery is more difficult than implanting one, and it would have to be done here in Austin.

I caught NANCY at home this morning. She is already exhausted from going over every day.. sometimes spending the night there. She is also suffering from bone spurs on her feet. She told me that Jake's infection is extremely contagious, so they must "gown up" and wash their hands every time they enter and leave his room. Her children are trying to talk her into bringing him home and putting deadbolts on the doors so he would not wander off. Jake doesn't think he is sick, and pulls out tubes from time to time. NANCY told the nurses that he was a WWP. When asked what that was, she said he is the "World's Worst Patient". I was happy to hear a bit of humor in her voice during such a terrible time. Please hold her in your prayers as well as Jake. She asked that we please don't call her. She has enough family to keep informed that just talking wears her down. Cards would be in order. I told her to let me know if there is a drastic change for the better or worse.

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My favorite prayer warrior, JUNE HASH CURRY, is due for some heavy duty prayers herself. Next Monday, March 28th, JUNE is going to have knee replacement surgery. She still has difficulty with her back, which she has had surgery on as well. This may complicate her rehabilitation from the knee surgery. Let's send her strength and healing prayers that all goes well both with the surgery and rehab.

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Now for a little good news. JIMMY COWLISHAW sent news that his daughter, Kristi, who was Senior Master and Second in Command of the Medical Unit on Hurlburt Air Force Base in Okaloosa County, Florida, has received another advancement and will move to the U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado. There she will be the "Anatomical & Clinical Laboratory Flight Chief and Squadron Superintendent" over autopsies, and reading biopsy exams. Her husband and daughter Paris will join her. He finished his medical training in Orlando, and is now a registered nurse in Cardiac I.C.U. Granddaughter Paris, age 14, now has an opportunity to get Olympic training to put her swimming talents to use.

JIM and Betty also have three sons.. Their oldest one travels a lot with an insurance company, working with disputed claims. Their middle son works from home, but JIM said he is not certain what he does. (Probably similar to a lot of my younger son's work from home..Today's technology gives opportunities to have your own business at home - with no overhead!) He said their youngest son heads up an oil company somewhere in the San Antonio vicinity.

A funny note.. JIM said his daughter called him several months ago and said, "Guess who I met today? PRESIDENT OBAMA!" He said she was really excited, but "I won't say anything more here." I took that to mean he's not a big fan of our President! Oh, well, different strokes for different folks.

May all of you and your loved ones be healthy and happy. Spring is here, and the bluebonnets are already blooming!

Peace and love,

Marilyn