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Issue 377 – Time Changes Pert Near Everything

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Issue 377          Sept. 29, 2018           An Occasional Blog  

Time Changes Pert Near Everything

The great western crooner, Tommy Duncan, sang a song during the 1940s titled “Time Changes Everything.” It is a ballad about lost love, that he thought she would always love him. But over time, that changed. Then he thought he would never get over, but . . . shazam . . . time changed that. Finally, he wishes her well as he rides off in the sunset with his new love. Change, change, change.

Well, there’s a lot of truth in that ol’ Bob Wills western swing ballad.  But to state it a little more accurately and in the words of my unhousebroken cousin Bubba, “Time changes pert near everything.”

For example, you graduate from high school and your class fractures into minute pieces. Some kids go off to college or off to the military or off elsewhere for a job  . . . and a few just, well, go off. One day you realize not even Humpty Dumpty can’t put those pieces back together. 

Or you reach that mid-life crisis point where you must face up to the fact that you’re never going to be President of the United States. Heck, you’re not even going to be a leader in your Lions Club or your church. Last week you got a letter confirming your rich uncle left you his favorite poodle, but nothing else. And chances are high you aren’t going to see your own children reach any high level of success. And you’ve just about concluded you just ain’t very good lookin’ no mo. 

Shoot-fire, y’all, it gets worse. You become a senior citizen somewhere about 60 or 65. That’s when you notice the wheels starting to fall off your wagon, and you never were very mechanically inclined. You sorta think you’re a cut above most old folks, . . . until you count the number of prescription pills you take each day. And you tally up the aches and pains and dysfunctional parts of your anatomy and realize that if a part of you doesn’t hurt, it is probably not working.

Yep, time changes . . . pert near every aspect of our lives.

That’s what I’m talking about, friends, the changes that will not be ignored. They trip us on our way to the bathroom and slap us up side of the head to get our attention.

Okay, fellow travelers, I freely confess I kinda feel like I have the Elephant-of-Change sitting on my chest. Maybe if I scratch its back that Dumbo will go squat somewhere else, but he is probably like my nutty brother-in-law, Alex. He will be back much more often than I’d like.

CHANGE 1

Well, here is the first of several changes I am making: I will no longer give public performances of my storytelling (i.e., cowboy poetry, stories, songs and guitar playing). That tough decision comes after having had a heap of fun doing those things since about 1991 — about 27 years worth. In that regard, here is a poem I performed on Saturday, Sept. 8, 2018 during my very last session at the National Cowboy Symposium & Celebration in Lubbock, Texas. I call this poem, my 488th, “On Hitting a Wall at 77.”

Poem 488 - On Hitting a Wall at 77 - by Stan Paregien - July 20, 2018 Page 1 of 2

Poem 488 - On Hitting a Wall at 77 - by Stan Paregien - July 20, 2018 Page 2 of 2

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2018--09--07 05 Lubbock, TX - - National Cowboy Symp - LeRoy & Sandra Jones - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--07 09 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Stan & Peggy Paregien with Sandra & LeRoy Jones

2018--09--07 13 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Janice Deardorff performing - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 02--C Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Stan Paregien - by Peggy Paregien

2018--09--08 02--E Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Robert Beene - by Peggy Paregien

2018--09--08 03 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Joel Nelson - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 05 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Chris Isaacs - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--08 06 Lubbock, TX - - NCS - Pipp Gillette - by Stan Paregien

2018--09--09 03 Lubbock, TX - - Stan Paregien & Perry Williams - by Peggy Paregien

2018--09--09 08 Lubbock, TX - - National Cowboy Symposium

CHANGE 2

My second change is this: I’m am saying adios and farewell to all my social media.

Yes, Virginia, ’tis true. I shut down — i.e., deleted — my Facebook account just last week. Oh, yeah, I’ll miss seeing some photos of our kids and grandkids and great-grandkids that somehow never get seen to us in any other way. And I’ll miss that good clean joke which crossed my screen every once in a while, but life goes on. And so do I.

Oh, I guess I should mention those somewhere over 300 folks who friended me on Facebook. Some of those folks are really good friends, with a few of them dating back from six or more decades ago. Those I’ll miss a bunch, but . . . I still have a telephone (yes, a smarter-than-me phone and a land-line) and the U.S. Post Office still delivers to my mailbox (though 90 % of which I get is non-personal) . . . so I can be reached. Now I admit to being blissfully unaware of just how 40 or so of my “Friends” on Facebook had any real connection with me. Too much drama. Too much trivia. Just . . . way too much.

CHANGES THAT REALLY HURT

Part of the big changes I’m seeing in my life have to do with the passing of close friends and relatives . . . and the demise of so many people who, though not close friends, were folks I knew at one time or have corresponded with for a while or  people for whom I had a long-distance and long-standing admiration.

In this blog I just want to mention some of our friends we always saw at the National Cowboy Symposium and elsewhere, but who have crossed over that Big Divide. Here is just part of that list:

**********  DUSTY & PAT RICHARDS

 

 

The first time I met Ronald Lee (“Dusty”) Richards was in 1984 in Branson, Missouri. A few weeks earlier I had met Jory Sherman at a writers convention in Oklahoma City. It was Jory who told me all about the great folks in the Western Writers of America and about that year’s convention in a short time in Branson. At his urging, I traveled there alone and walked into the host hotel’s lobby. There an elderly man looked at my cowboy hat, walked over to me and introduced himself to me. It was none other than Thomas (“Tommy”) Thompson, the author of numerous Western articles and novels and movie and TV scripts. 

A short time later I met a fledgling writer from Springdale named Dusty Richards, and we hit it off right away. Between the WWA, other writer conventions and the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock,  Peggy and I saw Dusty and Pat many, many times over the years. He was a “late bloomer” who did not have his first book published until 1992, when he was 55 years old. But, golly Bill, he caught on fire there. He wrote some 150 western novels, many under various publishing “house names.” One of those novels, The Mustanger & the Lady, was made into a movie with the title, “Painted Woman.”

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Paul Patterson was the high school literature teacher who became a mentor out in West Texas to none other than the late, great Western novelist Elmer Kelton. 

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Those times are now behind us, wonderful memories we will cherish. Dusty and Pat Richards were in a horrific car accident in December of 2017. They were hospitalized in critical condition. Pat died from her injuries on Jan. 11, 2018 and Dusty left this life one week later on Jan. 18, 2018. He was 80 years old.

Dusty and Pat loved their adopted home state of Arkansas, as well as Arizona and the great Southwest. A writer for the family posted this on Dusty’s Facebook page:

“What can we say about Dusty? The real question is what can’t we say about him? To say that he was larger than life is the grandest of understatements. He was an irresistible force and an unmovable object all rolled into one, a personality wider than the western skies he wrote about. He was an eternal optimist, a man who woke up each and every day renewed and ready for the next job, the next challenge, the next good fight. He was a father, a patriarch, a mentor of the first order.

“He toured the  country teaching and encouraging new and experienced writers alike, challenging them to follow his lead, tell the next inspiring story, pen the next Great American Novel. He was a fighter, a lover, a joker, an entrepreneur, a canny businessman, a television and radio personality, a famous rodeo announcer, a cowboy, and, perhaps above all else, a master storyteller. Dusty was everything that fit under his trademark ten-gallon hat and so much more, and we could keep writing for a year and not do him justice.”

**********  HENRY TORRES

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**  Henry Torres, a rancher and historian and cowboy poet, died on April 6, 2018 at the age of 80. He was born to Hispanic parents on Nov. 7, 1937. He grew up in that farming and ranching family, with most of his time spent on ranches in New Mexico — from Deming to Las Cruces and up to Silver City.  He had two beloved sisters, Beatrice and Elsie, where were some older than he. Henry joined the U.S. Navy right after graduating from high school, but came back in 1960 to again work for and with his father. 

This cowpoke went above his learnin’ and married Carolyn Shores in 1971. Henry spent much of his adult career ranching on the side and working as a Brand Inspector for the New Mexico Livestock Board. He retired as the Supervisor in Silver City in 1996. A few years before his retirement, he got interested in writing and publically performing cowboy poetry. He was of the founders and supporters of the New Mexico Farm & Ranch Museum in Las Cruces, NM. And he was the primary force behind the creation of their annual “Cowboy Days” celebration.

In 2002, Henry Torres felt very blessed when he received an “American Cowboy Culture” award at the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock, Texas. In 2016, he was recognized in a ceremony at the Las Cruces New Mexico Farm & Ranch Museum for his many years of service to the industry and to the museum. In 2011, Carolyn Torres was seriously sick and wanted to move to Nevada to spend her last days close to their children and grandchildren, and they left their beloved New Mexico. She died in 2014, so Henry moved back to Silver City. He lived and died as a man of his word, a cowboy to the bone.

**********  GUY W. LOGSDON

Peggy and I first met Guy Logsdon in about 1990 at the National Cowboy Symposium in Lubbock, Texas. He had a both at the convention center where he sold new and used and collectable books. When he went back to Tulsa and started “The Oklahoma Cowboy Poetry Gathering” at the National Western Museum & Heritage Center in Oklahoma City. He was kind enough to invite me to perform there several times. Now he is gone.

 Guy William Logsdon was born on May 31, 1934 in Ada, Okla. He grew up there, played bass fiddle and then the guitar, in the Logsdon family band. Then added singing and storytelling to his skills. He graduated from Ada High School and then attended and graduated from East Central State University there is Ada. While getting educated, he also got married to Phyllis Landers from up the road in Okemah (hometown of the legendary singer and songwriter Woody Guthrie).

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 Later, Guy received M.S. degree in Library Science and his Doctorate of Education from the University of Oklahoma. His first job was as Director of Libraries at prestigious University of Tulsa. Over time he became a recognized expert in three very different fields: (1) the life and music of Woody Guthrie; (2) Western swing music and the lives of Bob & Johnnie Lee Wills; and (3) old-time authentic cowboy music. 

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Dr. Logsdon wrote the liner notes for both Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger compilation CDs which were produced by Smithsonian Folkways. His books include “The University of Tulsa: A History, 1882-1972;” “The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing and Other Songs Cowboys Sing;” “Ada, Oklahoma, Queen City of the Chickasaw Nation: A Pictorial History;” “Saddle Serenaders;” “The Flip of the Coin; the Story of Tommy Allsup;” and  “Woody’s Road; Woody Guthrie’s Letters Home, Drawings, Photos, and Other Unburied Treasures” co-authored with Mary Jo Guthrie Edgmon (Woody’s youngest sister). Guy Logsdon himself was the subject of Stan Paregien’s eBook, “Guy W. Logsdon: Award-winning Folklorist,” and a main source of first-hand information for Stan’s book, “Woody Guthrie: The Man, His Music & His Myth.”

 Guy Logsdon died Feb. 5, 2018 after a short illness. He and Phyllis had been married for 64 years. One of their daughters, Cindy Logsdon Black, is married to and performs with noted cowboy poet and storyteller Baxter Black.

**********  GAIL T. BURTON

Burton, Gail Travis - 1929 to 2017 - cowboy poet in Benton, ARPeggy and I first met Gail T. Burton (Benton, AR) at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Center in Oklahoma City in about 1991. That was when Dr. Guy W. Logsdon of Tulsa organized the very first “Oklahoma Cowboy Poetry Gathering.” He and I each performed there, and we would perform together at many other events over the years. Burton began writing and performing his own cowboy poetry and before he stopped he had created more than 500 poems.  He also wrote a book titled, “Cow Pies and Candle Lights” (1999).

Gail Travis Burton died on Feb. 22, 2017 at his home in Benton, Arkansas at the age of 88. He had been born Jan. 4, 1929 in Temple, OK. Ten months after his birth the United States and much of the world would be floundering the economic disaster we now call “The Great Depression.” Well, Gail grew up and served Uncle Sam as a soldier in the Army and was stationed in Korean from 1946 to 1948. Later, he took specialized training at Oklahoma State University and spent the rest of his life as a Fire Protection Specialist in California and in Arkansas.

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Peggy Paregien took this photo at the 1st Annual Oklahoma Poetry Gathering at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Center in Oklahoma City. LEFT TO RIGHT: Okay, here’s where my memory has slipped a cinch. I cannot remember the fellah at the left, seems maybe he was a professor at Oklahoma Panhandle State University way out at Goodwell, Okla. Anybody know his name? That bare-faced gent 2nd from left is , . . . uh . . . give me a second . . . oh, yeah. Me. Stan Paregien. And the lady is Francine Robison, the pride of Tecumseh, OK. And on the far right is Gail T. Burton.

Burton was a deacon at First Baptist Church of Benton. He was also a Master Mason and a member of the Society of Fire Protection Engineers. In addition, he was a member of the Missouri Cowboy Poet’s Association, and a charter member of the Academy of Western Artists. He was survived by his wife of 65 years, Barbara Burton and their five  children, 15 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.

How Far Is It to Bethlehem?

by Gail T. Burton of Benton, AR

“How far is it to Bethlehem,”
a young cowboy asked his pard’
while riding ‘cross the open range
as the snow was falling hard.
It was coming on to Christmas,
and the two were out alone,
pushing cows to lower pasture
where the blizzard hadn’t blown.

“I know it’s past Chicago,
crosst’ the ocean anyhow;
I still don’t know just where it’s at,
but a far piece I’d allow.”
His partner rode a while in thought,
like he hadn’t even heard.
“It’s a right far piece from Heaven,
you can take me at my word.”

That’s all he said for ‘most an hour,
while they hazed the cattle slow,
but his thoughts were on the Christ child
as they trudged on through the snow.
On the thought of that first Christmas,
and the gift God sent to earth,
of the truth of Jesus’ coming,
and the blessing of His birth.

While riding on he understood
Where these thoughts of Christmas lead,
And bringing words up from his heart
The old cowboy softly said:
“I’ve no clue to mark the distance,
of the mile, ….. I’m at a loss.
How far is it to Bethlehem?
It’s just half way to the cross.”

© 2004, Gail T. Burton

 

I reckon that’s more’n enough rambling for one session. Thank you, sincerely, for stopping by. Adios for now. 

 

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Issue 332 – Stan Paregien’s 15 eBooks Online

The Paregien Journal  –  Issue 332  –  May 4, 2016  –  Stan Paregien Sr., Editor

Periodically I need to stop and introduce my newer internet friends to some of the other things I have written over the years. So what follows here are thumbnail descriptions of the fifteen (15) eBooks of mine which are currently for sale online in a variety of popular formats.

I hope to have another eBook finished by the end of the summer, this one a non-fiction book with loads of photos and information about places and people in our recently adopted state, Florida. When that one is complete, I plan to start the most challenging non-fiction book of my entire career. Can’t tell you much about it, except that it will probably take a year or two for me to complete it. And I hope it will be my best and most-widely received.

After those two very serious projects end, I’ll ease off the keyboard and chip away at my “bucket list” of over 15 more writing projects. Do you know the story of Mrs. Winchester of the famed, odd-ball “Winchester House” in San Jose, California? Well, her hubby invented the Winchester brand rifle. He made a king-sized fortune on the manufacture of his guns and ammunition. After his death, Mrs. Winchester began listening way too much to a gypsy fortuneteller who convinced her that she would not die as long as there were carpenters at work on her house. So this dear lady with deep pockets kept crews of carpenters busy 24-hours of every day for years. So her house had doors and stairways that led nowhere and rooms that had been remodeled dozens of times. But, bless this mislead lady, her heart stopped way before the hammers and saws would have.

Unlike Mrs. Winchester, I really am not working away at my eBooks under some similar delusion that as long as I’m working on a manuscript I will not die. I’m a realist in the awareness that I may not even finish this page, let alone another manuscript, before the Good Lord calls me  to that Writers Retirement Home in the Sky. God knows I’m ready when He is, but I just don’t want to get on the Gospel Train today if it can be helped. So I keep writing.

In the meantime, please read through this information about what I have already done.

 

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There you have it, friends. My blog for today. I really do appreciate you stopping by once in a while to catch up on what is going on in my corner of the world. I am absolutely amazed at the fact we get visits from people in so many countries around the world. Even a few that I’m gonna have to look on a map and find out where they’re located.

From January 1 to May4, 2016, we had visitors from an amazing 64 countries in the world. Here is the list in order of frequency, with the visitors from the United States being 20 times as many as the next country:

(1) United States, (2) France, (3) German, (4) United Kingdom, (5) Columbia, (6) Brazil, (7) Spain, (8) Netherlands, (9) India, (10) South Africa, (11) Hungary, (12) (13) Australia, (14) Jamaica, (15) Norway, (16) Italy, (17) Ghana, (18) Switzerland, (19) Finland, and (20) Sweden.

Also:  Ireland, Poland, European Union, Thailand, Philippines, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, Chech Republic, Venezuala, New Zealand, Austria, Portugal, Trinidad & Tobago, Belgium, Israel, Chile, Mexico, Twaiwon, Serbia, Argentina, Puerto Rico, Slovenia, Jordan, Ukraine, Russia, Costa Rica, United Arab Emirates, Iceland, Lebanon, Peru, Mayotte, Turkey, Kuwait, Greece, Sri Lanka, Georgia (Russia), Morocco, British Virgin Islands, Ecuador, Romania, and Vatican City.

What? Vatican City. Yep, Vatican City. Hmmm. Wonder if one of them was the Pope?

That wide and semi-permanent exposure of my thoughts to others in other cultures is another reason I keep on writing. 

See ya next time.  

 — Stan                Stan Paregien, Storyteller -- 01--D   300 dpi

P.S. The above logo was designed for me by my late sister, Roberta Paregien Fournier, who died in 2015. I miss my littl’ sister a whole bunch almost every day.

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Issue 305 – Life’s Ups and Downs

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Issue 305             August 29, 2015   

Greetings friends:

I have been through a series of health problems, starting about July 1st and continuing to this date. Even had a major surgery a week ago (Aug. 20th) that has left me weaker than a kitten. And I’m still under my doctor’s edict not to lift anything over 10 pounds and not to fly off into the clear blue for two more weeks. Kinda feeling my age right now, if you catch my drift.

One thing about being sick, it sometimes results in a welcomed loss of weight. That is what has happened to me. I have gone from a weight of about 233 pounds on June 15th to my weight as of this morning of 216.2 pounds. So I am easing out of my XL clothes and into my L clothes. My official weight, back on my high school football and boxing teams in 1958, was a bony 155 pounds. That is not my goal, but I do hope to get down to less than 200 pounds on my 5’11” frame by December 31st.

On Thursday, my friend Kent Abel and I attended a weekly “brunch” on the east side of town for Christian men. I had to watch the time that day as I needed to be back when a furniture store was scheduled to deliver our new hideabed and two new recliners. So we left the brunch in plenty of time. I let Kent out at his house and drove a couple of blocks to our house. There were two cars parked in front of our house, so I wondered what might be going on.

MRS. CLAUS ASSAULTS PEGGY

One couple spoke to me as they were backing their car out of the drive. They told me that Peggy had a “little accident” that looked worse than it really was because she bled quite a bit. But they assured me she was okay. I entered our house to find another neighbor, retired nurse Bonnie Hamill. She, too, reassured me that Peggy was alright, “except for the bump on her head and a small cut.”

Hmmmm.

Here’s what had happened. Peggy decided to move a few things around in our living room before the furniture came. She removed some books from a bookshelf. And in doing so, she bumped the bookshelf. Atop the bookshelf we have a Mr. Santa Claus and Mrs. Santa dressed in western clothes. Mrs. Claus, also being a senior citizen, got off balance and fell from her perch and landed a little to the left of dead-center on Peggy’s head. Peggy was stunned, but thought she was okay . . . until she noticed blood dripping down on her blouse.

She rushed to the bathroom and put a cold washcloth on her cut/bump. Then she called Bonnie, one of the two retired nurses we know in our neighborhood. No answer.* So she called friends Bob and Jean L’Hullier, and they came right on down to help her. About that time Bonnie called back, learned what happened and rushed down. So Peggy had cleaned up a bit, even washed her hair, and stood there sheepishly with an icepack on her head.

*Another part of the story, was kinda funny. When Bonnie’s phone rang she was watching the final thrilling minutes of a “Perry Mason” detective TV show (from the 1950s). She didn’t want to miss the dramatic ending and not suspecting Peggy’s little emergency, she just let her leave a message. And then after Perry got his man to confess every gory detail of his crime, Bonnie returned the call. All’s well that ends well.

Stan's Cowboy Corner -- 02 -- 2015--08--28

The first item in this section is a classic (i.e., old but much appreciated) poem by the one-and-only Baxter Black. A large animal veterinarian by education and training, he wandered into the entertainment field decades below. He has his own syndicated newspaper article, and his own syndicated TV program of cowboy poems, stories and music.

In addition, he has published many best-selling books of his poetry as well as a novel or two. And he plays the guitar, sings and writes songs. He is, you see, an ambidextrous, multitalented renaissance cowboy.

It has been my pleasure to have been a bit-player at several cowboy festivals where Baxter was the headliner. He can have his audiences rolling in the aisle with laughter at one point and then minutes later wiping tears from their eyes. The man is so animated on stage he makes the Energizer Bunny look like a snowman frozen in time. 

Black, Baxter -- The Oyster -- from Jane and Michael Stern, WAY OUT WEST, page 342 -- Page 1 of 2

Black, Baxter -- The Oyster -- from Jane and Michael Stern, WAY OUT WEST, page 342 -- Page 2 of 2

Testical Festival in Clinton, Montana -- 2014 -- by Peggy Paregien

Peggy took the above photo as we were traveling through Montana in late August of 2014. Yes, Virginia, many folks out west just love their Rocky Mountain Oysters (i.e., calf fries or calf testicles).

Horse -- jumping up in the ocean -- 2015 sent by Fred McGuinn

Horses can be awfully skittish critters. The first horse my dad bought for me, back in about 1953 on the Newhall Ranch (near present-day Santa Clarita, Calif.), was such a stead. Jody was a pretty chestnut-colored horse with some Quarter-horse blood, but she would panic if the wind blew a tumbleweed or a piece of paper into her view. The usual result was that she would do a quick sideways shuffle and my father or myself would get dumped on the ground. My dad finally got tired of that and figured out she was way too dangerous for a kid, so he sold her to another gent. And we heard that fellow sold it to a rodeo promoter. 

Horse -- you can lead a human to knowledge but you can't make him think

Horse ridden by boy and his sister - by AT Cox -- seen at a Longhorn Restaruant in Sarasota - 2015

I saw the above painting on the wall of a Longhorn Steakhouse in Sarasota, Florida recently. It brought back some precious moments from my youth when my late sister, Roberta, or my cousins Jerry or Roger (also deceased), would ride double. 

Horses -- who says horses are smarter than cows

The cow at right seems to be saying, “And folks say cattle are dumb animals. Look at the mess this horse got itself into.”

Indians -- trains -- Chiefs along the trail -- Santa Fe RR has Super Chief, The Chief and Texas Chief trains

Roy Rogers, Dale Evans and -- REMINISCE - Aug-Sept, 2015, Page 24 -- George Gobel

No, that was not Pat Brady in the above photo. It was the talented commedian, guitarist and singer “Lonesome” George Gobel. I found this photo, below, taken in 1950 when George and Roy and Dale were guests on Gene Autry’s nationally syndicated radio show. 

Gobel, George -- on Gene Autry shoe on CBS in 1950 - with R Rogers, Pat Buttram

Gobel, George Leslie -- very early photo with ukelalee

Gobel, George Leslie -- his Gibson L-5CT in Cherry Red -- 2 Gobel, George Leslie -- quote - if it wasn't for electricity

Back to that photo, above, of Roy and Dale and “Pat Brady.” Pat Brady filled the role of bass fiddle player and comedian with the Sons of the Pioneers for several years, making an occasional movie with the band in Roy Roger’s films. Then in 1951 he became Roy’s Jeep-driving, comical sidekick on his popular TV show. And do you remember the name Pat gave to his dear ol’ cantankerous Jeep? Give up? Okay. It was . . . Nellybelle.

Roy Rogers with the Sons of the Pioneers -- Pat Brady at right

 

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1935 2015--08--29 Bradenton, FL Herald -- Hurricane Erika

Peggy and I each grew up in southern California, so we experienced many earthquakes as well as the fierce Santa Anna winds which rushed from the desert to the Pacific. And after we were married we lived in Tennessee, Iowa and Oklahoma so we can tell you about close calls with tornadoes and blizzards and terrible ice storms. But, if this “tropical storm” holds together we may experience our very first hurricane about Sunday night or early Monday. 

Florida - alligators -- baby saying to day, that guy called me a gecko

Taylor, Tommy -- Alligator Wrestler -- REMINISCE mag - Aug-Sept, 2015 - Page 36 Aging -- old woman arresting a burglar

1807 -- 2015--08--01 B16 Anna Maria Island, FL -- 'lost puppy' - by Stan Paregien Sr

Taxpayers paying for Gov Rick Scott's misdeeds -- Aug 12, 2015

This pamplet, below, describes a pretty neat resource where you can download old photos of Florida. Sure would be helpful for historians, genealogists and other more normal folks like you and me.

Florida Memories website -- archieve of photos, audio and movies -- Page 2 of 2

Florida Memories website -- archieve of photos, audio and movies -- Page 1 of 2

Of Special Interest to

Plantation Grove MHP Residents:

Multer, Ray -- obituary -- died Aug 4, 2015

2014--0050--B Bradenton, FL -- Ray Multer at PG coffe club

1876 -- 2015--06 Bradenton, FL -- DJ and Ray Multer -- by Peggy Paregien

Corbin, Virginia -- The Butterfly - a poem in remembrance of Ray Multer - Aug 2015

Birthdays:

Ralph Iscovacci has had some recent health issues, but has bounced back very well. Eunice tells me that Ralph will turn 87 on September 2nd. Other September birthdays include Traci Carsen (21st; Mrs. Keith Carsen; new residents) and Andrea Spafford.

LABOR DAY LUNCHEON

Geri Mack and her crew will host this luncheon on Labor Day — Monday, September 7th. They will serve BBQ ribs, Macaroni Salad, corn on the cob, rolls, desert and beverages. NOTE: Last day to sign up in the clubhouse is Tuesday, September 1st.

NEW TIME FOR COFFEE CLUB

Starting Saturday, Sept. 5th the Coffee Club will meet at 9:00 am each Saturday. This unanimous decision was made recently by the attending members. They also decided to change the time of the Thursday Coffee Club when it resumes on November 5th. The time change, from 8 am to 9 am, was made to encourage all those who don’t normally attend “because 8 am is too early.” Please join us right now at 9 am each Saturday. Just $1.00 for coffee, a donut and some real good fellowship with your neighbors.

HOME OWNER ASSOCIATION

Bob L’Hullier, our HOA treasurer, says that we will probably have four openings for HOA members to become members of the Board. Please talk with Bob or with Larry Locascio if you are interested.

Faith--07--Trust god

 

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