Founded December 17,1912    Ceased Publication Thursday February 1, 1951

Book 1 Volume 23
    At this time, I think it would be wise to make some kind of a statement as to the motives, as well as the purpose behind this web page
        Recently son, George, and grandsons Andy, and Jason, encouraged me to turn this from a letter into a web page. A web page offers a vast new opportunity to also display pictures along with text. They set it up and instructed me how to put it on line every week. Bear in mind, for this old geezer, this represents rocket science.
I do have an agenda. I try to write an upbeat page, with a bit of humor and not get too confrontational in my opinions. I do have some very firm opinions that have a way of working their way into these letters. I am also very much computer oriented and try to do as much as I can to encourage their use. I do regret that most of the pictures have to be reduced in size, due to space limitations from Prolog, thus limiting their quality.
I hope to reach out to former Palmertonians, as well as other friends and relatives, with whom I would like to maintain contact. We may not agree on everything, however, my intentions are honorable.
I suppose the on going saga of the adventures of Queen and Bobby is about as fascinating as watching paint dry or grass growing. We don’t lead a very fast paced life. However, with us what you see is what you get. I really must say that there is a lot of love in this house.
 If anyone is offended by my content I am sorry but at 77 years of age, I am doing something I enjoy very much. I am not about to change my ways now. As our late son Jack said,” I am me and you are you.” Phrased more succinctly, "Tough beans” There is always the delete key. Ha!!
Our Butternut
 Saturday, April 24, 2004
    A new week is beginning for this web page. It is a cloudy day but clearing is predicted.
This morning the weight is still 204 and the blood glucose is 135. Last night’s Tuna noodle casserole certainly did no harm in the health department. It was also damn good.    
    This morning I want to apply the Turf builder to the yard before the next rain that is due Sunday evening. Then Queen suggested that instead of applying the Turf Builder that I really should cut the grass.
I did that while she and Butternut checked out the yard. She was cleaning up recycled dog food. It is much nicer just out of the bag the first time around. Ha!!
Now, it looks as though someone actually lives here. Sheez!!
    As usual, it was work awhile and loaf awhile. Hey, I am paid just as much no matter how long it takes me. Besides I can now claim that I am simply following my Cardiologist’s orders. His advice will be put to good use. <Harrumph and guffaw>
 These are the just opening blossoms of the Viburnum bush. When fully open they smell just wonderful.
    I had to go down to the bank and then get my prescription at Rite Aid. While I was in that store Queen and I saw a woman sitting there also waiting for her prescription. She sure looked familiar. Well she should, she was our neighbor up on Princeton Avenue, Jim Balliet’s widow, Pauline. We had a nice conversation. This is what is so great about living in a small town.
     Earlier last week I emptied the gas mixture from the snow blower and poured it into a metal garbage can lid to evaporate, and then I started it and ran it dry. Next, it was put to the back of the garage and the lawnmower moved forward. This morning I checked the lawnmower’s oil gassed it up and away we went.
I showed this same dogwood bud last week. Things are changing fast.
          Well today was my big day. As George Ashman says, “another 15 minutes of fame.” Pattie was very kind in her assessment of what I am doing. I am honored and flattered that they would bother to run something like this in the paper.

A few corrections I was in High School not grade school for the press washing and recasting of the type. However in grade school I did run errands on my bike for the company during the summers. Then also the Palmerton Printing Company was never a direct subsidiary of NJZ but men of authority such as Mr. Hardenberg, and others in the company who needed his type of service financially backed my Dad by co-signing his loan at the bank. If Pop went up the flue he would have lost everything. That is a good incentive to succeed. Basically Pattie is correct in her content.

It would be nice if the old Palmerton Press printed papers were available to scan to access and search for past items of interest. Last evening George Ashman phoned and did say that the Historical Society was going to make them available on microfilm. Perhaps there is a way to work from that. At any rate it is a good start.

Nowadays all newspapers are computer generated. A small paper like ours could easily be composed and made up here on this computer easily today. However it was a Hell of a lot of work in those days. Believe me I know.

It started here in the composing room

 Type was cast on our Monotype and printed on the Premier letterpress.

Printer's ink runs in his veins (From The Times News)
Bob Elliston sits at his computer ready to publish another weekly edition of the Palmerton Press. He is always happy to send the e-mail publication to anyone who wants it.
Palmerton man follows in father's footsteps
Bob Elliston got through more than seven decades of his life before he made a startling discovery: He has printer's ink in his veins.
Publishing is his siren's song, luring him to his computer to publish his weekly epistle, The Palmerton Press.
The Palmerton man actually stole both the name and the masthead.
It stole it from his father, George Richard Elliston.
But that's okay. If the late George Elliston can see his son from his heavenly perch, he must be smiling.
The elder Elliston was the founder, editor and publisher of the Palmerton Press, the town's first or second newspaper. Actually, what brought him to Palmerton in the first place was an offer from New Jersey Zinc, the company that literally built the town.
NJZ hired Elliston to run its printing department and start a weekly newspaper. With backing from the company, he opened a print shop and newspaper office in the spacious building at the corner of Delaware Avenue and Third Street, present location of Pencor Headquarters.
The first edition of the Palmerton Press was published on Dec. 17, 1912, with Elliston filling every role.
In grade school, his son Bobby had a role, too. A dirty role.
"I washed down the presses every night and removed type then recast it in ignots," says Bob who is probably one of the few who can recall the early days of setting newspaper type.
When his father had a heart attack in 1939, Bobby's brother Richard moved back to town to help his dad in the publishing business. "I was only 13 at the time but I did whatever job I could," he says.
To him, that's all publishing was. A job. He didn't share his father's great love of printing and publishing a newspaper..
It was actually his new interest in computers that led Bob Elliston to start writing.
He explains how that happened by first talking about his favorite subject, his wife Ruth, better known as his Queen.
"Over 20 years ago, I married my brother's widow. Thus, all of my stepchildren are also my nieces and nephews. Our marriage is absolutely the very best thing that ever happened to me."
Keeping in touch with geographically scattered family members got easier when Bob bought his first computer and discovered the joys of e-mail.
He started sending "news chats," detailing what was going in his life and in the town.
Those epistles kept growing longer as did the list of recipients. Bob soon found himself publishing his own electronic version of a folksy weekly newspaper.
It's an unorthodox version, to be sure, which might be part of its charm.
A typical issue always includes his personal diary of activities, including details of the food he enjoys at "the best restaurant this side of heaven." That's Bob's fond reference to his wife's home cooking. And if one gets hungry reading his posts, that's no problem. Ruth's recipes are sometimes included. "And are always available by special request," Bob promises.
Each week's edition usually includes present day news as well as a trip down memory lane. It's a little bit of Prairie Home Companion, a little bit of local history and links to other newspaper stories deemed interesting.
"The Saturday edition of the TIMES NEWS is my favorite part," says Elliston. "I like the variety of personal columns. Even if I don't agree with a particular point of view, I enjoy reading it because it makes me think." Those columns frequently are included in his weekly mailing, "by permission," he adds.
"I try to write an upbeat letter with a bit of humor and not get too confrontational in my opinions," says the 77 year old writer who is at his best when he gives his simple philosophies of life.
Love one another, value friends, stay close to family and take plenty of quiet time for personal introspection, he advises.
Each morning Bob begins his day, cup of coffee in hand and Butternut Fred at his feet, sitting on a park bench in his back yard. He watches the sun come up while he thinks about his life. "And every time I do, I feel so blessed," he says. Some of those early morning reflections find their way into his weekly newsletter.
That newsletter really took off in both appearance and popularity, Bob says when "son George and grandsons Andy and Jason encouraged me to turn this from a letter into a web page."
That means he can post pictures from his wanderings around town as well as photos from the past. It is those vintage photographs that appeal to so many of his readers, many of whom write back to share their memories and information. That, too, finds its way on the web.
When the weekly epistle is ready for publication, it first has to pass scrutiny from the proofreader, Bob's Queen.
Elliston has received many requests to put more vintage photos and stories on line from his father's earlier Palmerton Press editions. One copy of each edition is now stored at Palmerton Library. Bob has the technical ability to scan each edition onto his computer but the program results in so many mistakes that it's too time-consuming for someone to sit there making thousands of changes.
The Lehigh Gap Historical Society wants to find a feasible way of coping those old newspapers onto a computer base so people could do a word search and find what they are looking for. Anyone with suggestions is asked to contact George Ashman at gashman2@juno. com or Elliston at elliston98@yahoo.com.
"Someone will know how to do that," Elliston says. "I'm just waiting for them to share it with me."
Meanwhile, he is happy following in the footsteps of his father, publishing a computer version of The Palmerton Press.

This afternoon, I got a marvelous e-mail reply from a memory of my past hobby in Ham Radio. Here it is:
    --- Anne Keiser  
     Hi Bob, I wonder if you remember talking to me on the 255 repeater many years ago.  I think your call was WB3DIN Was that you??  I always wondered what happened to you, so I guess you switched your interests to newspapers.  I looked up your call on QRZ and you still are listed so I HOPE you are still active in Amateur radio.  
You and I have something in common. We both have wonderful spouses.  Don't know what I would do without my husband.  He is a GOD_SEND to me, as he has been here all through my cancer therapy and I am still here after 9 years of the after-effects of it, which have at times been pretty rough. Between him and The Good Lord above I am still fighting this dreaded thing.  Maybe you remember me as WB3FVJ.  I changed my call when I passed my Extra class test about 15 years ago.  Would like to read your column in the Palmerton Press. Never heard of it..  All the best of 73/88, de, Anne Keiser/KO3M

    It is always a joy to hear from nice folks like her. I made many friends in my short time in Ham Radio. They are indeed a fine group of people who always went out of their way to help.
One thing does please me was that before he died recently, I was able to give Pattie’s Mihalik’s husband Andy a push in the right direction to fulfill a life long dream to become a ham. He now is a silent key also but he is among some very fine company.  
 This morning’s meeting with Pauline Balliet is another memory of past Ham radio days. Her husband Jim W3BBS was another fond memory. The ranks, as I knew them, are rapidly thinning. Well so far, I am not a “silent key”!!!
    This evening I heard from Ed Naritil W3BNR who lives in Phoenixville Pa near Philadelphia, Pa. He too will be on the mailing list. Ed is, John Naritil’s son. John was W3AMC.
    Gee Whiz, but tonight’s supper was out of this world. Queen made her homemade Strawberry shortcake. I notice that it does not significantly raise my blood sugar level. I complimented her on the meal and she said she was tired this afternoon and it was easy to make. Boy, I am sure glad she considers it easy to make. It seems like a lot of work to make it from scratch the way she does.
Sunday, April 25, 2004 7:17:19 AM 43deg at LVIA and 43.3 in the bus stop
    It is a bit chilly Sunday morning. Butternut has been out and I shall follow soon. This morning the blood glucose was, 138 and the weight still 204.
    It has been very gratifying to get so many responses from Pattie’s article on this thing. I have been able to re-establish contact with old acquaintances as well as making new friends with this epistle. I am pleased.
    I just came in from sitting out on our park bench .As I viewed our yard I was amazed that something as small a cutting of the grass will improve the appearance of the place so much.
    I just got inside from putting the Turf builder on the lawn. I suspect friend Tommy is right. All summer you bitch about having to cut the grass twice a week and then you go and feed it!!. His logic is very true.
    This morning one of my welcome e-mails was from my new reader Anne Keiser, KO3M. She too writes interesting stuff. I am always glad to hear from readers. In part she writes of my past ham activities,” I remember you as being a very quiet and not too talkative person. Not on the radio too much either.” I suspect that that is true. I never was a good “rag chewer” I was much more at home on George Keller’s [W3SAP] 440 repeater with a very limited group of hams, W3WJY Noble Wolff, Bill Gersbach [K3BTU] and Jimmy a ham from over in the slate belt area whose name and call elude me. Sheez!!

  The late Noble Wolf W3WJY and George Keller W3SAP

The late John Naratil W3AMC           George Keller former W3SAP now in Florida

The late Jim Balliet W3BBS               Still kicking  Bill Gersbach K3BTU

The late FW Green W1JDE
The above picture is a ham friend from my New Hampshire days. His name was Fairbanks W. Green. He was a ham radio operator who lived up on Squam Lake N.H. He was nicknamed Doug. He had been a radio operator on board a ship during WW2. He was a very interesting man. He was full of stories.  Later upon his death, we rented and stayed in his former home on the lake for a week.
          When this picture was taken I was active in Ham radio and took my 2-meter rig along and operated from in the house using the truck’s outside antenna. Those were the good old fun days of radio for me. All were nice folks.
          I remember helping George, W3SAP, install Noble’s 440 antenna on the roof of his house in Jim Thorpe. George designed and built it. It was a box like affair about 2 ft square and about 4’’ deep. It really worked well. He had a pretty darn good line from Nobles roof toward his repeater in Slatington. Somewhere, I have pictures of the whole thing. Somewhere!!!
George is living in Florida now and is retired from his days at what used to be Western Electric.
That 440 repeater was almost like a telephone. I recall that at one time I got into hot water for using “colorful language” and George, rightfully, but politely, chewed me out.  
 I seem to be much more at home writing my thoughts. That way I can compose them and more accurately and reflect on my ideas. In addition, intemperate words can be seen for what they are. I am not a pot stirrer although I know many who are. There is nothing wrong with that, but it is not my style. Oh, Queen hears a lot of @$3%&!(XX#^x words for which I catch Hell. However, she can’t seem to get me to change. Hey, she was a telephone operator for the Palmerton Telephone Company for over 20 years. When someone called to complain about his or her cable service or a telephone problem she was the lightning rod she heard it all!! The women were about as bad as the men. She had to listen to them all and be polite. What they didn’t realize though was that she recognized some of their voices. Sheez!!
    Man, you should have seen the two Stooges this afternoon trying to repair my computer glasses. The small screw in the sidepiece had fallen out. Where it went, I haven’t a clue; fortunately, Queen knew where we had a spare. There were the two old timers trying to insert the screw. Of course, since I couldn’t use the glasses to see what I was doing, we were forced to resort to a magnifying glass. Finally, I got it in the hole and Queen tightened it as I held the sidepiece. My God, what a time, but we did it!!!
  Bob Green sent this that he saw on E Bay. Boy, that brings back memories

This also is from Bob Green,
Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
Eat a live toad in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you for the rest of the day.
If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
Never buy a car you can't push.
Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you don't have a leg to stand on.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
The early worm gets eaten by the bird, so sleep late.
When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live.
Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors but they all have to learn to live in the same box.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.
Have an awesome day, and know that someone has thought about you today...
Monday, April 26, 2004 7:37 AM 45 deg at LVIA and 45.3 in the bus stop
    This morning the blood glucose is 152 and the weight 204. <Sigh> It is raining steadily this morning. I took the recyclables to the alley and got the car out. I think I shall go to the Iron Works. I wasn’t there all last week. There was so much to do I didn’t really have the time nor the steam to do both. Another one of age’s forced compromises. I can do one or the other but not both, Sheez!!
    Now at 8:49 AM it is raining pitchforks and hammer handles. I shall wait before leaving for the “Ironworks.” It looks like I picked a good time to apply the Turf Builder to the yard yesterday.
    I went to the “Works” this morning but I didn’t push it very hard. I walked only a quarter of a mile, but I did get my heart rate up I went mostly for the upper body stuff. Swimming season will be upon us soon.
    I saw many regulars there. I spoke with Nan Campton, Connie and Bob Reinhart, Jean Bechdolt, Marylyn Ord and many others. It is a very congenial place to meet folks.
    This morning I received this e mail. It is very much appreciated.
Hi Bob and Queen.
 I look forward to reading your site every Monday. It has a very down home quality/ that is so very refreshing and relaxing in today's fast paced world. I know it is hard work for you, but believe me you are both very appreciated. I especially love your spring flower garden. The pictures come out so clear and sharp. And that precious Butternut. You just want to hug him.
    When I'm out walking, if I see Butternut out in your yard, would you mind if I stop to say hello to him? I love dogs. I adopted a Greyhound in 1997(Handsome) and I had to sadly put him down in 2000. He had cancer. It was a very sad time. I had nursed him so hard through his illness and I was hoping to prolong his life for at least awhile longer. But after about 8 months into his recovery, Dr Shelly came me the news that the cancer had spread. Cancer can sometimes be common among racing Greyhounds. I believe that the tracks feed them too many steroids to get them to run fast. It's all about them making quick money. The owners have no regard for the dogs future health. And of course you know the rest of the story. Anyone who has pets knows the heartbreak of saying goodbye. But thankfully I had adopted Handsome and when he passed away, he became a loving memory and not just a statistic. I was pet less for awhile, but now I adopted a little poodle mix from the Carbon County Animal Shelter. He is about 11 years old, partially deaf and partially blind. He looked so sad sitting in his crate at the shelter. So now he is here on Lafayette. He has medical problems and I know that  sooner rather than later I will have to go through that heart wrenching trip to Dr. Shelly. But you know, for now he is a very happy little dog and I just love him. Well, both of you have a happy day and keep writing…Cookie Bollinger Greene. ( I see in your writings that Lee is doing his daily walking)   

My main comment on the above message is that while it is work, it is not hard work. I love to do it. I understand that there are actually people who take money to do this. Nobody would be so foolish to actually try to pay me to do this stuff. Sheez!!!
Tonight for supper we dined in God’s Restaurant. Washday is spaghetti night. Wonderful.
Yesterday, I worked my out of a real pickle here with the computer. I was working on my Web page when the computer started doing all kinds of weird stuff. Lines running down the screen, all sots of strange characters appearing, and I couldn’t stop it. I did an emergency reboot. Then it would not allow me access to my start column to get the usual way of curing problems like that. After considerable thought, and many unsuccessful attempts at repair, I rebooted in safe mode and gained access to the program in XP that permits one to go back in time to a place where everything worked. Once I was able to do that all was well. What the problem was I don’t know. It took a while for the old geezer to figure out how to accomplish this task. After that, I ran all the maintenance programs defragging and scan disk now all seems well. Thank God!!
Geez, tonight my assessment of Green tea was confirmed. I got this completely unbiased message from our good friend and neighbor Tommy Davies,” Hi Bob. I got a free GREEN TEA bag in my last box of tea. Decided to try it tonite. You are right it's really cat piss. Somewhere there is a bunch of cats pissing into a barrel. Tommy.” I just knew it, I Love it!!
Tuesday, April 27, 20047:15:01 AM 46 deg at LVIA and 45.8 in the bus stop
    It looks as though it will be a nice day today. It is Election Day and we will have to go vote this morning. The blood glucose the morning was 144 and the weight 205.
    Everything looks so fresh and green outside this morning. Now the virbirnum bush is fully out now and the place to sit is right here on the park bench next to the bus stop.
The virbirnum bush what a wonderful odor it has.

The dogwood tree is not quite fully out yet. It won’t be long however, the tulips are great.

    This morning as I sat there, coffee in hand, Marline and Lee Bollinger walked down on the other side of the street. It is great that they can walk together like that. I know, walking with my wife makes wonderful company and she is a good conversationalist. That way we both have a captive audience. Ha!!
We went downtown and voted. Then we walked down Delaware avenue to Country Harvest and back to the car. PennDot is tarring cracks on the north side of Delaware. Now the street looks just like it used to before it was resurfaced, a mass of patches. At least they didn’t tar over any deer, as has happened elsewhere in Pennsylvania!!
    On the way back to the car, Judge Webb greeted us on his way to his car. It was nice speaking with him again. He is a reader of this stuff.
This afternoon Queen was outside clipping dead blossoms and in general keeping the place spic and span. I used the plastic strips I got at Shea’s this morning to cover the cracks in the linoleum I put on top of the new potting table yesterday. I also stacked some of the bags of potting soil and mulch behind the new table next to the pine tree, It does look a bit neater now. We still have a lot to do here.
Tonight I was the cook. I made turkey stroganoff served over noodles. That with some low fat cottage cheese and the rest of Queen’s apple crisp with a dollop of ice cream, a cup of fresh coffee made for a good meal.
I called the Beltone hearing aid store in Lehighton and made an appointment for myself. I must do something. Things are gradually getting worse. I have had three hearing aids in the past, but I hated them all. All of them amplify everything and it drives me nuts. In a quiet environment it helps, but with noise such as running water, or wind, hearing someone such as Queen, who has a soft voice, it is a total loss. I suspect I am a candidate for one of the new digital models that have selective electronic filtering. I notice when I can’t hear instead of keeping asking what did you say, I am starting to withdraw from people because I simply can’t hear them and don’t want to keep asking. That is not good. That is when you start living inside you head. Not a good place over the long haul. I have an appointment for next Monday. I expect to be ripped off, because as an ex-electronics man with some experience. I have a damn good idea what the components for those things actually cost. However!!!!!!

Tommy brought us a bucket of Daffodils last evening that Queen and I shall plant soon
Wednesday, April 28, 20047:19 AM 36 deg at LVIA and 35.9 in the bus stop
    The weight this morning is 206<groan> and the blood glucose is 143. It looks like a good day outside today. I shall venture out as soon as the coffee is ready. It is chilly though it a bit cold. This morning Tommy phoned from work to tell me to go to the back of his house and get a flat of pansies that someone had donated to him. He knows we are looking for some. I picked them up but soon will leave for the Ironworks.
<10:08 AM> I just got back from downtown including the “works” and the pharmacy. Today, I walked a half a mile and went through the upper body stuff.
     Then, I stopped in at the T.N. and Sharon had a message for me. A man in Nesquehoning wanted me to call. He runs a small paper up there, the Anthracite News. He saw Pattie’s article and asked if I wished to establish a business relationship whereby he sold advertising for my “paper.” I assured him that I did not intend to turn this into any kind of a commercial venture. However, It was nice of him to ask. Bob Urban need not worry. I have no intention of turning  this from a fun thing into hard work. Ha!!
    This afternoon we planted Tommy’s daffodils. We got a call from George Ashman this afternoon. He has to be at the Muhlenberg medical center in Shoenersville tomorrow at 10 am for some minor surgery and he is not permitted to drive himself. Therefore, Queen and I will be taking him down. Apparently, it is a six-hour stint. We will know more about this by tomorrow evening.
    Well, it looks as thought Arlen Specter got the scare of his life in yesterday’s election. He won, but just barely did so.

The dogwood tree
I will tell you I thought long and hard before I finally voted for Arlen Specter. My hand was on Pat Toomey’s lever but I voted probably for the same reason a Republican in West Virginia would vote for Robert Byrd, Power, they both have it. However, all Senator Byrd has to do is keep on breathing. I still  think Arlen had the scare of his life.
       That seniority system stinks. I recall Dan Flood was our area’s representative in the US congress. I think he finally retired due to either age or health. He could have been elected on a laundry ticket. His handlebar mustache was well known in Washington. He did pay attention to his home folks. He helped my brother Dick get S.S. disability after his accident and stroke. However, talk about power, that man was able to have anthracite coal from Pennsylvania shipped to the US Army in Germany in heating their barracks. As you know there was no coal in Germany!!! Ha, Ha!
Thursday, April 29, 2004 7:04 AM 41 deg at LVIA and 41.5 in the bus stop
    Well, the medical report this morning is better. The weight is 203 and the blood glucose is 137.
    We will be taking George Ashman to the hospital this morning for his surgical procedure. More later as the day wears on.
    I will head out with my coffee this morning. It looks like a grand day today.
<later> Indeed it is a beautiful day this morning. I sat outside in the peace and quiet. I saw Marline and Lee heading down Columbia on their morning walk.
    <10:25 AM> We are down and back from phase one of George’s trips. My god, but it amazes me how that area has changed over the years. Of course, old Bobby never uses route numbers, but I navigate from landmarks. Hey, a lot of them are not there any more.
    After we got back we were busy.

Queen was busy planting the Johnny Jump ups we got from Tommy.
Old Butternut is keeping his eye on Mom as she works. Queen had a few plants left so I planted them for neighbor Jean who was also working outside. Everyone was busy

I planted the pansies that Mary and Jim gave us

I took a picture of the Vinca. It is beginning to flower now and soon will be a mass of tiny blue flowers on a background of lush green.

Then I took down the tarp we had around the bus stop for winter
We got back about 5:45 pm. It was a uneventful trip. George seems fine and all seems well.
Before we left, I had gotten out a piece of frozen salmon that we had this evening. We had  a baked potato each, sliced tomatoes, and fresh string beans, cottage cheese and coffee.
Queen had an ice cream bar and I had some left over Christmas cookies. Yesterday we gave Tom a big bag of her cookies that were shrink-wrapped and the air evacuated for Tommy to give a decent burial. Ha!!!
Friday, April 30, 2004 7:17 AM 52 deg at LVIA and 52.3 in the bus stop
    This morning the blood glucose is an unbelievable 121 and the weight is 204. Golly but it looks like a nice day today. We plan to go shopping this morning.
    I was sitting up on the glider [summer park bench] and Queen came up asking if I wanted to go for a walk. Golly, but it was so much nicer than that insipid treadmill. Besides, I could hold her hand as we walked. We went for our full walk.
 I am glad I took along the camera. The cherry trees up at the hospital are at their peak. I got some marvelous pictures along the way. Here are a few of them.

 These cherry trees are at their peak

Our place as seen from across the street.                         Our neighbor’s new lawn
Well! Our shopping trip is done. In Aldi’s we met and talked with a wonderful elderly lady. She had the most positive outlook on life. She was a delight. She told us her name and we converses for quite a while. We never met her previously in our lives. As we were leaving a neighbor and friend of hers who was also speaking with her said she has been like that all her life. She seemed like a wonderful person to know.
Well I had best send the “galley proofs” to the proof reader and finish for this week.

 Please love one another, Mom and Bob [Queen and Bobby]

“What would men be without women? Scarce, sir .. mighty scarce.”
Mark Twain
“Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you
nothing. It was here first.”
~Mark Twain
“By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get
a bad one, you'll become a philosopher”. ~Socrates

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