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Book 1 Volume 20

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Our Butternut

Saturday, April 03, 2004 8:54 AM 41 Deg at LVIA and 43.5 in the bus stop
          I am later getting started this morning. My blood glucose was 143 and the weight 204.It still isn’t a gorgeous sunny day, but at least it isn’t snowing. Ha!!
          This morning Queen and I shall be going downtown. I suspect the Ironworks will be on the schedule as well as paying some bills.
          I got this e-mail from Bob Green. Apparently my misgivings about putting last weeks” Amber Alert” was well justified. Therefore, I shall try to be more diligent.
          “Not to fret. We all get taken. And this one was a good one, albeit has been around since 2001...
 Check out the details on this site:  “Bob”

          We had lunch and do you know, I am actually beginning to like my lunchtime cup of tea. Of course, I brew it with five cinnamon sticks in it and do not use that God-awful green tea! That stuff is an abomination. The stuff tastes like Pee from a cat with bad kidneys. Queen says how do you know that. My reply,  I have an excellent imagination.
          I am still in the process of sorting out the process of putting this on line. Once again, I screwed up. I had to have my Delaware “experts” put it on line. At least now I know what is causing it, even if I haven’t fixed it yet. Sheez!!  Oh well. As son George says, don’t get bent out of shape over it.

St John’s Episcopal Church taken this past winter

I was reading Saturday’s Times News and was deeply impressed by this article by the Reverend Doris Bray. I could not retrieve it from a direct copy from the on line paper, so I had to scan it and insert it his way. It is not text, but a picture of text. That means that I cannot readily edit it.

This is an article by the Reverend Doris Bray in Saturday’s Times News

I call this the pretzel machine. It gives ones back quite a workout.

We did go to the Ironworks this morning. Queen had to stop at the Post Office and then we got in our shots at the machines. Neither of us went at it hard. It is not so much no pain, no gain, but it really is use it or lose it. That we both believe. My theory is what we do is far better than nothing.

          Supper is over and it was great. Queen decided that since we had an abundance of strawberries, to make strawberry shortcake. That with slices of cheese is an all time favorite. Ah!!!!
          This evening Queen got her e-mail and is now busy playing solitaire. She enjoys that a lot. She is getting darn good at it, also.

Sunday, April 04, 2004 7:38 AM 41 deg at LVIA and 44.2 in the bus stop.
          It s rather chilly this morning with fog with snow showers predicted along with high winds today. Phooey!!
          I shall be heading out soon to check it out. It was rather dull and foggy outside. Somehow, it seems like the middle of the night with daylight savings time.

Queen is washing her hair and taking her shower now. She wants to pick up a prescription sometime today.

          This morning the blood glucose was 119, which I don’t believe due to low blood sample, and the weight is 205. One thing I have noticed that my blood glucose readings have been constantly higher than when I first started writing these letters. Then I remembered that the blood is perhaps 10 points higher since I started putting the information inside these letters. As I recall the glucose monitor had a nasty fall some time ago. I suspect that may account for the discrepancies.   Hey, it is advertised as having an accuracy of no better than plus or minus 20%. No wonder the doctor won’t take it as a guide when he prescribes a course of action!

          Now this is priceless. I got this from Barbara Shepherd who has been able now to properly see all the past issues of this journal that are still on line. Not all are still available by any means. I have had to remove some due to space limitations. I wish Prolog would offer the option of more space without having to open a commercial account.

I though many readers of our vintage would enjoy this.

“Dear Bob,  All caught up.  Went all through the holiday pictures, as well as the others. That is certainly Palmerton, and I did, indeed, recognize some of the places.  Is there an open field between your house and the old Snyder house as there was when we were children?  I also have wonderful memories of Indian Trail Park, which was not built up as in the picture.  My folks took me there for a wonderful birthday party.  Dad built a wonderful fire, put large potatoes in wet mud, put them in the coals, as well as corn in its own wrap, and roasted hotdogs.  Nothing ever tasted better to a child.  He was there before the party began to set up games.  In those days we only needed sticks, cans, pebbles and dirt.  The lot was big, and we played things like Bunny in the Hole.  Dad had the pebbles and the little holes all dug, and I'm sure you remember Kick the Can and Hit the Wicket.  Those were depression times, but we had a wonderful time as kids playing those games in the allys at home.  Sometime later I remember seeing the Penny Arcade and the penny movies in those tiny machines at the trail park.  The picture of the flood in Pton was dated 1943.  That was the year after I graduated from high school.  I had already left town, but I do remember monster rain storms.  Remember, I think I told you that Dad put five bridges over the brook before our home.  The fifth lasted, but he had deep trenches dug and cement poured in the last. It wasn't as pretty, but it stayed.  The others washed away in the storms.
      Dot Ashman and I crawled all over the woods and falls in the Poconos when our parents would take us up there for the day.  That was a wonderful outing for us.  I think the falls were Bushkill?  Later in highschool Ann Hartford was dating Glenn Kresge and I was dating Jack Hawk during a summer.  Ann's parents were in charge of renting cottages at Saylor's Lake, and we would go up there weekends.  Ann and I would stay in a cottage with her parents, and the boys in any that was vacant at the time.  We would swim, row about the lake, play handball on the courts, and best of all, we went to the pavillion Saturday nights to hear and dance to the great bands.  They were names like Glenn Miller, Tommy Dorsey, Harry James etc.  We had no conception at the time that we were listening to greatness.  We simply enjoyed.  A fabulous experience!   Once when I was home from Europe visiting my folks, I drove up to Saylor's Lake, and it was so changed and built up that I didn't recognize anything.  The cottages didn't even exist anymore.  I would not have known where to enter to the pavillion area; that was surely gone by then as well.  As you probably know, the lovely Louise Owens married Glenn, and they have been faithful alumni attendees at our reunions.
         Tom Jones, Cleo DeWalt (who later married), Ann and Glenn and Jack and I would also drive up to an old swimming hole in the Poconos our last summer in school.  We girls would go upstream to change into our suits, and the boys downstream.  After swimming we would build a campfire and eat whatever we girls packed for the day.  It was an ideallic time.  Palmerton was a very special place to be a child and young.  A dream town.  Pearl Harbor happened and war was declared our senior year.
      My children always loved to visit in Palmerton, for after the war that splendid Memorial Park and pool were built, and Dad always had swimming/park passes for them.
          Now, I'm going to stop and try that hobo meal that you put into one of your days.  I have all that is needed as well as an appetite, so thanks for listening, and for the walk down memory lane.
  God Bless,   Barbara”

Supper is over. We had   a slice of a Smithfield ham we got last week. A small yam each, the rest of the asparagus, green beans, low fat cottage cheese, and a dash of leftover applesauce. Then we had fresh coffee and I had a last bite of her “Klondike” type ice cream bar for dessert. It was excellent I don’t care how much weight I may lose, inside me resides a fat man. Geez!!!

          Last evening our tax prepairer called to inform me that the taxes were ready. Queen and I drove out to her place. It was a windy, cold, night. It must have been practically full moon so it was a beautiful evening. There was already a dusting of snow on her lawn furniture, as well as their cars. On the way home it was flurrying quite hard.

Monday, April 05, 2004 7:33 AM 27 deg at LVIA and 25.7 in the bus stop
          Hey, there is snow on the ground now. It is only a dusting, but it is still snow. I let the dog out but haven’t checked it for myself yet.
 This morning my weight was 204 and the blood glucose 132.Today is sheet day so Queen will be busy all day at that chore.
 The article below is from Today’s 4-05-04 W.S. Journal

The Dangerfield Economy
April 5, 2004; Page A18

“Friday's report of roaring job numbers for March, along with the sharp upward revisions for the previous two months, was good news that even the chattering classes couldn't deny. Then again, give them a day or two and they'll have us back in Hooverville. Like Rodney Dangerfield, this is the recovery that can't get no respect.

By nearly every objective measure, the U.S. economy is strong and getting stronger. Just look at the Misery Index, the measure created by the late economist Arthur Okun adding the rates of unemployment and inflation. This may not be the most sophisticated of metrics, but it does capture the two greatest threats to household wealth and security. And it's indicating that, comparisons to the 1990s' bubble years excepted, the U.S. economy is doing very well.

Today's unemployment rate of 5.7% is close to the level Bill Clinton boasted about as he sought re-election in 1996. Meanwhile, inflation has fallen by a full percentage point over the past eight years. As the nearby table shows, the economy compares favorably by re-election standards and President Bush's policies should be enjoying at least a modicum of respect.

Instead, the media have done a terrific job of convincing everybody that these are the worst of times. A poll conducted by the American Research Group in mid-March found that 44% of Americans believed that the country was still in a recession. That's passing strange when you consider that the last recession ended way back in November of 2001, and for the last two quarters of 2003 the U.S. economy grew at an annualized rate of 6.1%, the fastest in 20 years. Even more remarkable, the percentage of gloomsters was higher in March, when we now know 308,000 new jobs were being created, than over the previous three months.

The angst is also hard to fathom given that Americans are richer than they've ever been before. Household wealth recently hit $44.4 trillion, an all-time high. A big part of that is due to the stock market's 35% recovery last year, as well as rising property prices. OK, not everyone is convinced that the real estate market will hold up, and we're also concerned that price signals are warning that Federal Reserve policy has been too accommodating. Nevertheless, when a record 68.6% of households own their own homes, that should at least create a feeling of security.

And it's not just asset prices that are rising. Household income is up 4.1% year on year, driving even bigger gains in disposable income and consumption. Corporate profits also hit a record level in the fourth quarter of last year, and are expected to rise at a more than 15% clip in the first quarter of this year.

So why are Americans feeling so peevish? One possible explanation is that globalization has brought on increased job turnover, and the experience of losing a job, even if another one is found, can be profoundly unsettling. The only problem with this theory is that the "churn rate," the process of creative destruction by which declining industries shed workers and rising ones snap them up, has been falling since the middle of 2001.

That leaves the inescapable conclusion that the problem is perception. This pessimism is understandably fed by Democrats who want to retake the White House. But it's also flogged by a media that can't seem to admit that the real news of the past three years is how well the U.S. economy has weathered the shocks of a huge stock-market blowoff, September 11, business scandals and the long prelude to war in Iraq.

Contrast this to 2000, when nearly all economic coverage portrayed only sunshine even though the stock market plunge had begun in April of that year. The National Bureau of Economic Research now fixes the onset of recession at March 2001, meaning that the economy was heading down long before the Bush Administration took office.

This year's favorite bad news story has been the job market, especially outsourcing. Yet few bother to report that government data show that the U.S. is actually a net recipient of outsourcing jobs, and this surplus is widening. The growing trade in services helps the economy because American companies are market leaders in many high value-added niches.

For those who fear that the U.S. will somehow be stripped of high-paying jobs, consider how manufacturing, which was also supposedly in terminal decline in the 1980s, is again coming back. Last week, an important factory index showed a high level of hiring, and output is at 20-year highs. High productivity growth has kept American manufacturers competitive, even in the face of low-wage competition.

Speaking of productivity growth, it's worth noting how little positive coverage this is attracting. Throughout the Reagan years when job creation was strong, the critics complained that productivity was lagging. Now that productivity is surging but employment has taken longer to bounce back than in other recoveries, the good news is again lost in the noise of lamentations.

Still and all, by November the American people will have had ample time to figure out the good news behind this smokescreen of negativity. Sooner or later, the Dangerfield economy is going to command some respect.”

I plan to go to the Ironworks this morning. It was quite chilly sitting out on the lower park bench this morning.  Fortunately, I had my trusty cup of fresh ground 8 O’clock coffee to keep me warm. Here is an interesting site,   It is called eyewitness to history and seems to be an interactive site. That means you can make the site respond to various mouse moves. It looks interesting. I was looking at an interactive picture of a man trying to move a mule during WW1. Take a look. It is very interesting.
       This morning I went to the Ironworks and had my workout for today. Then I came home, got together all the State and Federal Income tax papers, and wrote our checks and Queen and I mailed them. Now for the moment I am square with them. Next, the borough and county tax bill will have to be paid. They arrived last week. As Ben Franklin said, death and taxes are the only things in this world that are inevitable. However, as the jokester said, you only die once. However, the really big one is the “Black Hole tax” my euphemism for the school tax. It is hard to believe, but they actually make the IRS and Federal tax look good. As I have said, Taxation without representation may be tyranny; taxation with representation “ain’t” so hot either. Retired folks here in town are hard pressed to pay them on limited incomes.  Maybe Doc Cyr had a good idea in his bachelor tax. He also wanted to name streets and other objects for anyone who would pay a fee for the honor. Of course, it would be on a yearly fee basis. Ha!!  I can just see the fireplug up at the end of our property being named the” Bobby Elliston memorial fireplug”. I am sure all the local dogs would honor it. Ha!!

Geez, If I had I tried to run my business on the calendar the schools use, I would have been out of business long ago. The nice long summers world really be nice, but then I do like to continue eating. Sometimes I think George Ashman has a good point. Make them bid for their jobs, among many other things. Oh, he sounds pretty damn radical on some of his ” reforms” . Ha!!  We are both tired tonight.

Queen had our usual washday meal of spaghetti it is always without fail a sure winner.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004  7:22 AM 30 deg at LVIA and 28.4 in the bus stop
   It is a cool, windy, morning. I shall check it out for myself as soon as I get this started. This morning the weight is 203 and the blood glucose was an unbelievable 115. That with spaghetti meal doesn’t sound right to me, but I hope it is true.
   Well, Bobby, Boy Scout did his good deed for the day. I took the camera out with me and was taking some pictures. I noticed that most of the cars were on this side of the street when I saw the police car go up Columbia Avenue. Then I remembered today is street sweeping day for the south side of the street. Yesterday many folks on the north side were nailed with tickets. This begins the spring season of street sweeping.


I was taking pictures of the new bird feeder and saw the sweeper coming

I hurried across the street and told Kelly Rodriguez the sweeper was coming along with the fuzz to write tickets. She thanked me profusely, went out in her bare feet, and moved the car. They were ticketed yesterday.

The time wasn’t totally wasted. I did get fleeting pictures of two pretty girls

Romaine Biege on her walk and Laura Smith on her way to work.

I don’t know what Queen has on the fire this morning. Well, I found out. She wanted to go to the store this morning.  We were able to accomplish it without difficulty. As usual we went to Aldi, Wal-Mart, and Giant.  I got some peitized lime and Queen got what she wanted. At Giant, we got a salmon filet that we plan to have for supper.
       <Much later>Queen and I are preparing the salmon meal for tonight. She is making her famous coleslaw, fresh string beans, and a small red potato each. I washed the salmon, salted it, sprinkled it liberally with dill weed, and cut up fresh parsley. Then I covered it with fresh cut mushrooms, sprayed it with low fat buttery spray , sprinkled it with lemon juice, and covered it and it is ready to nuke for about three minutes. It should be a damn good meal.
 <Later> Golly but it was good. I got this from Tommy this evening.

Subject: How to tell the sex of a fly.

A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Hunting Flies" He responded.
"Oh. Killing any?" She asked.
"Yep, 3 males, 2 Females," he replied.
Intrigued, she asked. "How can you tell?"
He responded, "3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone."
And you probably thought this would be dirty... shame on YOU

Wednesday, April 07, 2004 7:30 AM 43 deg at LVIA and 40.2 in the bus stop

Well, this morning the weight was 201 and the blood sugar 139. I was out with the dog and while it is still cloudy, it is quite a bit warmer with patches of blue sky seen about the sky. I am not sure if Queen will go with me to the Ironworks this morning . She has not arrived downstairs yet. Yep, she will go with me. Of course, she has the problem most women have, setting her hair. Geez, I am lucky in that regard.

We both went to the “works” this morning. It was a decent workout although neither of us killed ourselves at it. Then we stopped in at the T.N office but only to say “hello”. Then it was up to Radio Shack to look for a mounting bracket for my antenna that must be moved soon. They didn’t have any such thing. Well, I shall have to improvise. I will look at my old standby Shea’s hardware store. I just found out from son George, that I do not need one. Just take down the antenna and reverse the brackets already there. Geez!!

 After lunch Queen was outside cleaning up recycled dog food as well as cleaning up a lot of refuse all over the yard. She said Doc Nicholson was walking by and asked where I was? She told him probably in bed. She was right. After my nap, I applied the lime we got yesterday with the spreader.

It was a nice afternoon to do this job

Then there is our old favorite the daffodil

Gee whiz, this morning Queen accidentally paid me a great compliment. Before we left for the Ironworks, she said those trousers you are wearing look baggy on you. Since these are my summer paints, I replied Hey; they fitted snugly the last time I wore them. Ha!!
                 By this time I am sure my readers are well aware of my political leanings. I do have my opinions and since this is my forum, I express them freely. The following article I got from Queen’s cousin Bob Greenawalt, another completely unbiased person as myself. <Cough, Harrumph, and chortle> my theory is that there is always the delete button. Ha!!

  “Worst president in history?

The following appeared in the Durham, NC local paper as a letter to the
editor. Please forward to all on your list as this will put things in

Liberals claim President Bush shouldn't have started this war.
They complain about his prosecution of it. One liberal recently claimed Bush
was the worst president in U.S. history. Let's clear up one point: President
Bush didn't start the war on terror. Try to remember, it was started by
terrorists BEFORE 9/11.                                                                                       
Let's look at the worst president and mismanagement claims.
FDR led us into World War II. Germany never attacked us: Japan did. From
1941-1945, 450,000 lives were lost, an average of 112,500 per year.
Truman finished that war and started one in Korea. North Korea never attacked
us. From 1950-1953, 55,000 lives were lost, an average of
18,333 er year.
John F. Kennedy started the Vietnam conflict in 1962. Vietnam never attacked
us. Johnson turned Vietnam into a quagmire. From 1965-1975,
58,000 lives were lost, an average of 5,800 per year. Clinton went to war in
Bosnia without UN or French consent. Bosnia never attacked us.
He was offered Osama bin Laden's head on a platter three times by Sudan and did nothing.
Osama has attacked us on multiple occasions. Over 2,900 lives lost on 9/11. In the two years since terrorists attacked us,
President Bush has liberated two countries, rushed the Taliban, crippled al-Qaida, put nuclear inspectors in Libya, Iran and North Korea withoutfiring a shot, captured terrorist who slaughtered 300,000 of his own people.
We lost 600 soldiers, n average of 300 a year. Bush did all this abroad while not allowing another terrorist attack at home. Worst president in history? Come on!
The Democrats are complaining about how long the war is taking, but... It
took less time to take Iraq than it took Janet Reno to take the Branch
Davidian compound. That was a 51-day operation.
We've been looking for evidence of chemical weapons in Iraq for less time than it took Hillary Clinton to find the Rose Law Firm billing records. It took less time for the 3rd Infantry Division and the Marines to destroy the Medina Republican Guard than it took Teddy Kennedy to call the police after his Oldsmobile sank at Chappaquiddick. It took less time to take Iraq than it took to count the votes in Florida!!!!
Our military is GREAT!

Thursday, April 08, 2004 7:22 AM 34 deg at LVIA and 33.8 in the bus stop
 It looks like a good day ahead. I shall be heading outside to check for myself. This morning the weight was 201 and the blood glucose 147.
    Golly, I was sitting outside on the park bench nostalgically thinking about our small world and us. Oh in these days there is much to worry about, but there is also much to be thankful for.
    We sit here in our own little world shielded from some pretty horrible stuff, but I think back to how it must have been when my Grandfather, my Dad’s Father, came to this country. I don’t know when, but my Dad was born in1880. Grandpa certainly didn’t arrive at Ellis Island with any family because he was a sailor in the British navy. When his ship docked in some port here in this country Grandpa must have liked what he saw and went “over the hill”. I assume the British naval authorities have stopped looking for him. I do owe him a debt of gratitude. Had he not departed the British navy, I would not be here.

It may have been somewhere about the time of the Civil war. Things were tough then as well. Hard times are nothing new. Every generation has them, but somehow we muddle on.

I am sure any geezer of my age recalls the entire hullabaloo over Pearl Harbor. Everyone in authority knew something was coming. No one suspected Pearl Harbor would be the target. Nevertheless, talk about previous knowledge, an army radar man that Sunday was familiarizing himself with his new equipment and saw the formation of Japanese aircraft approaching Pearl Harbor.      

 I was watching Dr Rice’s testimony under oath of the 911 hearing committee. I do think she acquitted herself very well. Admittedly, I am prejudiced but at least, I admit it. All the innuendo and mean spirited stuff is to me utterly appalling. It was moving and touching to see those folks in the audience who were either survivors or relatives of survivor of 911 with their photographs of loved ones. However, I wonder how someone like Ray Carazo would feel about leaving his arm on the tarmac at Hickam Field at Pearl Harbor. In those days, there were inquiries also but nothing like the vituperation, we hear today. Some of those Democrats should hold their heads in shame!! This country is at war.

There was no television then and communications was primitive as compared to today, but the similarity is astounding. Funny, no one mentions that I believe there was a Democratic sitting president then. Golly whiz!!

This morning Queen and her friend were out cleaning out the flowerbeds. She said she found a big long earthworm in her cleaning. She said it was a big one. That is a good sign. Things are finally getting better in Palmerton, if that is the case.

Queen and Butternut at work

I attempted to replace the valve in the spigot on the outside hose connection. Nothing is simple anymore. Previously I just got a new spigot, unscrewed the old one from the pipe and put it on. No more. I couldn’t just buy the spigot alone even at Shea’s. That stuff now comes all assembled pipe and all. I was unable to take off the old one without doing irreparable damage to other parts so I reluctantly called the plumber. <Sigh>

Then I put up the clothesline that was knocked down last fall when the tree men were here to fell the big pine tree. After a fashion, I got that done. The place is beginning to look better.

Here is some more Henny Penny stuff the sky is falling.,,SB108138451608177487,00.html

Tonight for supper we had a pizza and beer. It may not have been the best choice in the world for us, but it sure was good.

Friday, April 09, 2004 7:28 AM 43 deg at LVIA and 38.3 in the bus stop
          Well, I sure paid a price for the pizza and beer last night. My blood glucose was 165 but the weight still was 202. Sheez!!
          This morning instead of going to the ironworks, Queen and I went for one of our regular walks. Up to first, across and down nearly to Fifth Street and home. Someone was taking down a tree near Fifth Street, so we cut across and back. Golly, it was so much better than that stupid treadmill. It was our first in quite a while. It was a lovely time to go for a nice walk with a beautiful girl.

These are some of Queen’s windflowers that just emerged

It is a lovely morning. Therefore, I sat out on the bench with Butternut, the camera, and cup of reheated coffee. There is always something going on if you bother to look for it.

This just came from Sharon. It says it all.

Subject: A Keeper I grew up in the fifties with practical parents.  A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after She cooked in it, then reused it.  She was the original recycle queen, before they had a Name for it...  A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.  Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.  Their best friends lived barely a wave away.  I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, dish-towel in the other.  It was the time for fixing things.  A curtain rod the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress.  Things we keep.  It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.  Waste meant affluence.  Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.  But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.  Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.  So...while we have's best we love it.....and care for it...  and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.  This is true.....for marriage.....and old cars.....  and children with bad report cards.....and dogs with bad hips.....and aging parents.....and grandparents.  We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.  Some things we keep.  Like a best friend that moved away, or a classmate we grew up with.  There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special.....and so, we keep them close!  Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. keep them close!

This is so very true. My Mom also saved aluminum foil and much else. We aren’t quite that bad yet but Queen and I are savers, and pack rats.

Well, it is time to send this to the proofreader.
 Please love one another, Mom and Bob [Queen and Bobby]

“The most important thing I have learned over the years is the difference
between taking one's work seriously and taking one's self seriously. The
first is imperative, and the second disastrous. “
- Margot Fonteyn

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