tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50853338475121621232024-03-13T06:17:39.735-06:00Just Jo Ken 1Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-59406135713947777512010-12-24T23:21:00.001-06:002010-12-24T23:23:46.258-06:00Sophenia and ClarenceSophenia and Clarence were a wonderful couple and a great love story. Together they had five boys and two adopted daughters. They were faithful members of the church and worked diligently to spread the good news about Jesus Christ and his love.<br />
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These photos are from when their love story was just beginning. What a beautiful young lady and handsome young man! Take a look at the way they were in their youth!<br />
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Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58dguw8I/AAAAAAAAN0w/u6VOtrqSO_Y/s1600/DSCF6809.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58dguw8I/AAAAAAAAN0w/u6VOtrqSO_Y/s640/DSCF6809.JPG" width="428" /></a> </div>Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58YnoV-I/AAAAAAAAN04/lJ2k0E5LJxw/s1600/DSCF6821.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="531" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58YnoV-I/AAAAAAAAN04/lJ2k0E5LJxw/s640/DSCF6821.JPG" width="640" /></a> </div>Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58js2WkI/AAAAAAAAN1A/CgeFibM45n4/s1600/DSCF6801.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58js2WkI/AAAAAAAAN1A/CgeFibM45n4/s640/DSCF6801.JPG" width="392" /></a> </div>Calell, Sophenia, and ?<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58wBWQgI/AAAAAAAAN1I/zAjEN3PQKbc/s1600/DSCF6803.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV58wBWQgI/AAAAAAAAN1I/zAjEN3PQKbc/s640/DSCF6803.JPG" width="377" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sophenia playing croquet.</div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6Nz0UO2I/AAAAAAAAN1Q/Igh6ckjcZe4/s1600/DSCF6804.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6Nz0UO2I/AAAAAAAAN1Q/Igh6ckjcZe4/s640/DSCF6804.JPG" width="428" /></a> </div>Young Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6N7M5X0I/AAAAAAAAN1Y/kG4C_Qm0MoA/s1600/DSCF6813.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6N7M5X0I/AAAAAAAAN1Y/kG4C_Qm0MoA/s640/DSCF6813.JPG" width="464" /></a> </div>Clarence and Sophenia (probably newly wed.)<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6OEQttzI/AAAAAAAAN1g/8SOdloITf4I/s1600/DSCF6816.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6OEQttzI/AAAAAAAAN1g/8SOdloITf4I/s640/DSCF6816.JPG" width="396" /></a> </div>Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6OsmdBfI/AAAAAAAAN1o/3TLqd8kIc_4/s1600/DSCF6807.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6OsmdBfI/AAAAAAAAN1o/3TLqd8kIc_4/s640/DSCF6807.JPG" width="468" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Sophenia<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6hRk8ftI/AAAAAAAAN1w/qldRGvTVJwo/s1600/DSCF6808.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6hRk8ftI/AAAAAAAAN1w/qldRGvTVJwo/s640/DSCF6808.JPG" width="462" /></a> </div>Sophenia<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6hm8T5wI/AAAAAAAAN14/0sLZ1syBGY8/s1600/DSCF6814.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6hm8T5wI/AAAAAAAAN14/0sLZ1syBGY8/s640/DSCF6814.JPG" width="470" /></a> </div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> Clarence</div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6h_Z7UeI/AAAAAAAAN2I/lfKiNz8Gcmw/s1600/DSCF6817.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6h_Z7UeI/AAAAAAAAN2I/lfKiNz8Gcmw/s640/DSCF6817.JPG" width="387" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
Clarence<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xRldb9I/AAAAAAAAN2Q/X3mjx-HhR3I/s1600/DSCF6820.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xRldb9I/AAAAAAAAN2Q/X3mjx-HhR3I/s400/DSCF6820.JPG" /></a> </div>Daddy Guy and Mama Mary holding a grandchild. (Probably Clarence Jr.)<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xdaecTI/AAAAAAAAN2Y/JFSgHPtMyM0/s1600/DSCF6826.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xdaecTI/AAAAAAAAN2Y/JFSgHPtMyM0/s400/DSCF6826.JPG" /></a> </div>Here are the five Baker daughters with their husbands:<br />
Charles and Calell; Clarence and Sophenia; Mary Janice and R.L.; (I've got to look up the rest of them to be sure...)<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xc4-FYI/AAAAAAAAN2g/urM95nJaOVc/s1600/DSCF6829.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xc4-FYI/AAAAAAAAN2g/urM95nJaOVc/s400/DSCF6829.JPG" /></a> </div>These folks may be Clarence's relatives but the photo was not labeled.<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xl-WpJI/AAAAAAAAN2o/K80Nryw0lro/s1600/DSCF6831.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV6xl-WpJI/AAAAAAAAN2o/K80Nryw0lro/s400/DSCF6831.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This one was not labeled either but it looked like they were having a lot of fun!<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV7D3jSxhI/AAAAAAAAN2w/MdQnjx6ERmU/s1600/DSCF6833.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV7D3jSxhI/AAAAAAAAN2w/MdQnjx6ERmU/s400/DSCF6833.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> Mama Mary as I knew her. What a sweet, Christian lady!</div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV7EFinV4I/AAAAAAAAN3A/1rn1_iEm-fc/s1600/DSCF6827.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TRV7EFinV4I/AAAAAAAAN3A/1rn1_iEm-fc/s400/DSCF6827.JPG" /></a> </div>Time passes and memories fade. I think it is appropriate that from time to time we refresh our memories with the old photographs. These wonderful people paved the way for our generation and those to come! We do remember and appreciate all you did!!!<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-41231484106286998922010-11-11T17:13:00.000-06:002010-11-11T17:13:49.516-06:00Time to Eat!When it was time to eat, Daddy Ken was always first in line. He said it was because he had 4 brothers growing up.<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/THJ5nSmHjII/AAAAAAAAMz8/eRxVt0AYC00/s1600/DSCF3431.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/THJ5nSmHjII/AAAAAAAAMz8/eRxVt0AYC00/s400/DSCF3431.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
If you wanted any food, you had to get there fast! This was one time I actually beat Daddy Ken in filling my plate. <br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-42296989286477213262010-09-04T16:07:00.000-06:002010-09-04T16:07:20.465-06:00Something Special about the First Grandchild!What a special relationship Daddy Ken and Ginger had! She was his first grandchild. Oh... he loved them all the same but it just seems there is a special bond with that first grandchild that is a little different. It's hard to explain until it happens to you.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TILDFFcnNmI/AAAAAAAAM64/OiSCk8HJ0FM/s1600/DSCF3412.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TILDFFcnNmI/AAAAAAAAM64/OiSCk8HJ0FM/s400/DSCF3412.JPG" /></a> </div><br />Grandchildren are such a blessing and Ginger has always been a special blessing to Daddy Ken.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TILDFptGpgI/AAAAAAAAM7A/gfcYuSpAHFk/s1600/DSCF3413.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TILDFptGpgI/AAAAAAAAM7A/gfcYuSpAHFk/s400/DSCF3413.JPG" /></a> </div><br />We all had to let him go but we still feel the love he had for us and I take comfort in knowing he felt confident of our love for him. Thank you Ginger for always making Daddy Ken feel special!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-62067422454004151252010-08-21T10:32:00.001-06:002010-08-21T10:34:27.460-06:00Daddy Ken and HorsesDaddy Ken loved horses! When Glenn Jr. asked him to take care of their horses while they were gone for a week he jumped right in there and did it. <br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__rkrNnRI/AAAAAAAAMsM/CXCVJhcCMhs/s1600/DSCF3406.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__rkrNnRI/AAAAAAAAMsM/CXCVJhcCMhs/s640/DSCF3406.JPG" width="640" /></a> </div><br />
When he was a small boy, as he always told the story, he rode his horse up to his elementary school and in one door and out the other. Of course, he got in trouble but he had a story to tell the rest of his life!<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__sN6V0ZI/AAAAAAAAMsU/HG2moCRAzAk/s1600/DSCF3407.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__sN6V0ZI/AAAAAAAAMsU/HG2moCRAzAk/s640/DSCF3407.JPG" width="640" /></a> </div><br />
When I was a teenager, Daddy Ken bought a horse named June. Although it was kept out in the country I got to ride it quite often. I would even bring her back to our house and ride her in the field of Johnson grass behind our house.<br />
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I guess Daddy Ken always had that "cowboy" blood in him and in these photos you can see a little of it.<br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__tC_Y6tI/AAAAAAAAMsk/GYt91UfJRWk/s1600/DSCF3410.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="531" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/TG__tC_Y6tI/AAAAAAAAMsk/GYt91UfJRWk/s640/DSCF3410.JPG" width="640" /></a> </div><br />
Another memory from Steve.<br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-27078547353778291052009-05-24T21:15:00.000-06:002009-05-24T21:15:58.541-06:00Time for a NapOne of Daddy Ken's favorite things to do on a lazy afternoon was to gather the puppies together and take a long nap. There are four puppies sleeping with him here. Can you find them all?<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/ShoNbfAGRvI/AAAAAAAACcw/tWykxPsuf78/s1600-h/image8.jpg'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/ShoNbfAGRvI/AAAAAAAACcw/tWykxPsuf78/s400/image8.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-4245010926421914292008-11-29T14:25:00.000-06:002008-11-29T14:26:08.018-06:00Happy ThanksgivingKenneth always looked forward to the holidays. If he was here now, he would be wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving!<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/STGlXotexBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MH38yQzEc9w/s1600-h/000_0171.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/STGlXotexBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MH38yQzEc9w/s320/000_0171.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-1542520794362111362008-05-26T16:32:00.002-06:002008-05-26T16:35:14.364-06:00ThankfulMy No. 1 thing that I am thankful for is that Kenneth and I had 56 years to share together.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-34233601080100980342008-05-15T07:10:00.002-06:002008-05-15T07:16:27.849-06:0056th Wedding AnniversaryI want to thank everyone for their prayers and kind actions during this most difficult time. Today is Kenneth and my 56th anniversary. It is very difficult to wake up this morning and again realize my best friend and husband is not here with me on our anniversary. I am sure this day will be very hard for me but with your help I will make it through each day. Thank you for your cards, e-mails, calls, visits, and especially your prayers.<br /><br />Jo FayeSteve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-10462105211026707622008-05-06T22:05:00.002-06:002008-05-06T22:18:58.719-06:00What Happened? I thought Kenneth was rehabillitating?Kenneth was in a rehabillitation facility(had been since the 11th of April). Toward the end of March he started falling and had to go in the hospital. He was getting better and the doctor told me on the 2nd of April that they would send him to the center the next day to start rehab (the radiation and chemo had nearly killed him) - he was very weak. The nurses and aides knew they had to help him to the bathroom and stay with him. Before I left that night he had walked down a long hall and back on a walker and did so well I could hardly keep up. I left feeling very good about the situation and felt he would be home in about 2 weeks. That was about 6:45. He called me at 8 and told me one of the aides had let go of him in the bathroom and he fell and they were taking him to x-ray to see if he broke anything. At 10 he called me back and said his hip was broken. He had to lie in one position without moving until 7:30 the next night when they did the surgery on his hip. Then he got pneumonia and a urinary track infection. They sent him to the nursing home on April 11 for rehab. He was doing pretty good even with the broken hip and they had started taking him to the bathroom, then last Sunday morning an aide left him on the commode to do something else and he fell and bunged himself up and that set him back. It seems there was just one setback after another. They were giving him strong vicodin for the pain and it made him just totally out of it for a few days. He was coming around and we had a good visit Sunday. I took Chili and Pepper (our dogs) over there on the front porch - it was the first time they had seen him or him them since he went to the hospital. He held them and Sheila pushed him around the parking lot to the back in the wheelchair and he was holding the leashes. He enjoyed that. Then Cindy, Ginger, McKenna, and Bryan came and he and Bryan discussed the junior/senior prom he had been to the night before and he held McKenna (our 4 month old greatgrandbaby). Yesterday when I went to see him, he was begging me to take him home. It just broke my heart to tell him I could not take him yet. Then I went and talked to the social worker and she said they were going to review his case Thursday to determine whether or not he would be able to rehab. I also started talking to her about taking him home on hospice. When I got home I called the Hospice and they said he definitely would qualify and they would furnish a hospital bed and a wheelchair and teach me how to transport him. Then this morning I was sitting on the couch reading the paper and the phone rang and I could tell it was the nursing home. I thought it was Kenneth (he sometimes called me after breakfast on the phone in the lobby to ask what I was doing and when I would be coming over there), but it was someone named Hope (who had called me before when he fell) and she just said "Your husband expired while in the shower. Where do you want us to send the body" I just went limp. I could not believe my ears. How could he be gone!!!! Am I having a bad dream? But it was real and he really is gone and my heart is broken. I am sure that God will somehow give me strength to get though this. He has been there for me many times before. It is just that I am going to be so lost without Kenneth. He was my rock. <br /> <br />I will always believe that if the hospital had not been negligent and let him break his hip, he would be home now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-82378171343388036952008-05-06T21:45:00.007-06:002008-12-08T15:31:43.120-06:00Daddy KenKenneth had a wonderful family - Clarence (Daddy C) and Sophenia (Nanmama) had 5 boys and Kenneth was the middle child. In this family photo Kenneth is on the right back row.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnIt0pC6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/myiOD82nf60/s1600-h/DSCF9341.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnIt0pC6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/myiOD82nf60/s320/DSCF9341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478475655089058" /></a> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnI90pC7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/KzctoihTqS8/s1600-h/DSCF9365.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnI90pC7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/KzctoihTqS8/s320/DSCF9365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478479950056370" /></a> Kenneth was only in the military for 6 months before being honorably discharged but Jo Faye really liked the sight of her husband in a uniform. <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJN0pC8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/V381Epi5JXI/s1600-h/DSCF9366.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJN0pC8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/V381Epi5JXI/s320/DSCF9366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478484245023682" /></a> Kenneth would own or manage 4 service stations in his home town and always went to work looking great in his uniform.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJt0pC9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XvbJqg4itvM/s1600-h/DSCF9389.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJt0pC9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XvbJqg4itvM/s320/DSCF9389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478492834958290" /></a> When the kids were born, Kenneth was so proud and spent a lot of time playing with them. Jo Faye really didn't like it when he held one of her babys up on one hand, but he never dropped them.<br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJ90pC-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/frAecjh0dD8/s1600-h/DSCF9368.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCEnJ90pC-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/frAecjh0dD8/s320/DSCF9368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478497129925602" /></a>Kenneth was an honest man who cared for people - willing to help anyone in need!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-77667681883031528912008-05-06T18:58:00.002-06:002008-12-08T15:31:43.645-06:00One Last WeekendThis last weekend was beautiful. Kenneth was excited to see his 2 puppies come for a visit at the rehabilitation center. Sharon and Sheila arranged to meet Jo Faye on the porch of the center and Kenneth was able to hold both dogs in his lap.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_P90pC3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XRsrPDl3bJQ/s1600-h/000_0412.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197434619744029554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_P90pC3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XRsrPDl3bJQ/s320/000_0412.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sheila pushed Kenneth in the wheelchair on a walk while Kenneth held the leashes and walked both Pepper and Chili. It was good for all three of them!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_Qt0pC4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ryo-XVtWE4/s1600-h/000_0417.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197434632628931458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_Qt0pC4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ryo-XVtWE4/s320/000_0417.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We didn't know it but this would be Kenneth's last weekend alive.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_Q90pC5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/aJg9uO7eNUg/s1600-h/000_0418.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197434636923898770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/SCD_Q90pC5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/aJg9uO7eNUg/s320/000_0418.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-20267692511353749212008-04-06T02:25:00.002-06:002008-04-06T02:37:07.594-06:00Setback - Need Your Prayers!Although our last posting had good news and Kenneth's prognosis was good, he began to have a lot of trouble balancing. He fell several times last weekend, once on his face in the street. On Monday his regular doctor gave him a check-up and told JoFaye to take him to the emergency room right then. They admitted him and began to pump fluids into him and run tests. The tests came back with good results and Kenneth began to feel better. He even picked up the pace down the hospital hallway and surprised Jo Faye. <br /><br />She left the hospital that night feeling good about his recovery, but at 8 p.m. Kenneth fell in the hospital room bathroom and broke his hip.<br /><br />Kenneth's hip surgery was succesful but they are giving him morphene for the pain and he just doesn't handle morphene very well to say the least. He has been totally out of it all week which really makes it hard on Jo Faye. He really doesn't know what he is doing and we hope he doesn't remember what he did.<br /><br />Kenneth will have a longer recovery now - not just getting over the chemo but now recovering from a broken hip and surgery. We covet your prayers for both Kenneth and Jo Faye. Oh, and Kenneth's big concern right now is that his puppies are o.k., so if you come to visit him let him know that they are doing just fine but they miss him.Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-74295672460087422662008-03-27T18:58:00.003-06:002008-03-27T19:01:54.860-06:00Good News! Thank you!!!Kenneth had tests Monday and we got the results today. Our Dr. said he had "good news" - three doctors had looked at the MRI and they all determined that the brain tumor was gone. The left temporal lobe has no evidence of cancer. The lung tumor has shrunk to .7 millimeters and the liver tumor has shrunk to .8 millimeters. Our Dr. said the blood test shows that he is anemic, low on iron - the chemo has killed red blood cells and the white blood cells have dropped from the chemo. That is why he is so weak!!!! Our Dr. thinks that in about 6 weeks he will start to improve. He said that he gave Kenneth VERY STRONG chemo and that most people over 70 cannot tolerate that dosage, but he thought Kenneth did well, even though in my eyes he has NOT done well. He fell this morning before we went to he doctor. I am thankful he did not hit his head. He is just so very weak. I am supposed to make him drink milk shakes, Ensure (Glucerna), and eat, eat eat!!! Kenneth has to go back April 24 to see the Dr. We are through with chemo for now. the Dr. said eventually he will have to have more chemo, but not for a while.<br /> <br />We want to thank you for your prayers and concern. God has been good to us and answered the prayers. <br /> <br />Love,<br />Jo FayeSteve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-56104798221892445272008-01-25T13:54:00.000-06:002008-01-25T14:16:13.390-06:00Hair Going GoingHair it started last night. I brushed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">globs of</span> hair in just one brushing. After that just run a comb through it ,more and more. it was not supposed to start for 12 days. instead just 2,Guess soon I will not have any then I will look <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">asTyler</span> did ,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lol</span>. We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">will see</span>........... Love you all Daddy KenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-91172139707461420292008-01-23T06:21:00.000-06:002008-01-23T06:55:07.195-06:00What is next?<strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> For months I have trying to blog my biggest problem has been and still is how to put a picture of the blog... Now I am in two different treatments for Cancer,I wanted to talk about it. For my brain they are using x rays, f0r long and kidney kemo. From yesterday and 12 days , weekdays ,I will have head x rays ,this is supposed to take care of my brain cancer. At least we hope so. every 21 days I must spend 5 to 7 hrs. in kemo /the Dr. said that should take care of the loung part.</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-57339746256854817952008-01-11T12:48:00.001-06:002008-01-11T12:48:52.876-06:00Where's Kenneth?It is 9:30 and I have been washing and cleaning the bathrooms (mopping, etc.) and I missed Kenneth - went looking for him and guess where I found him - out in the front with a ladder and the pole saw cutting limbs. At the time, he was on the ground cutting a limb. At least he had his hat on. I did not say anything - just came back in - it would not do any good. He would just say "the doctor said I could do whatever I felt like." I could not believe my eyes!!!Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-65759888810697772552007-11-03T13:27:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:44.159-06:00new try<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLxpmnOtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6w2eTA29KLs/s1600-h/Cindy+tree+%40steve+002.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLxpmnOtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6w2eTA29KLs/s320/Cindy+tree+%40steve+002.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLyJmnOuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o7L4-9O4jlQ/s1600-h/Cindy+tree+%40steve+003.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLyJmnOuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o7L4-9O4jlQ/s320/Cindy+tree+%40steve+003.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLy5mnOvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/io-fZcGrabE/s1600-h/Cindy+tree+%40steve+004.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzLy5mnOvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/io-fZcGrabE/s320/Cindy+tree+%40steve+004.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A> </div>This is my first try at three pictures on one blog.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-3349625895741969712007-11-03T13:19:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:44.390-06:00CINDY"S tree<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzJ3pmnOsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2gHT84khZWg/s1600-h/Cindy+tree+%40steve+003.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RyzJ3pmnOsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2gHT84khZWg/s320/Cindy+tree+%40steve+003.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A> </div><br />As i cut down cind's big tree in front yard.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-82608537265948696782007-09-06T20:50:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:46.502-06:00My Memorable Trip to Yellowstone<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDVugat5XI/AAAAAAAAAs0/J6-TnxkQ9r8/s1600-h/Grand+Tetons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDVugat5XI/AAAAAAAAAs0/J6-TnxkQ9r8/s400/Grand+Tetons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107316972390835570" /></a><br />Grand Teton Mountains <br /> <br />It was August 1, 1949. I had just turned 15 in July. I was really excited about this month long trip I was leaving on with my Aunt Faye (my dad's sister), Uncle Ishmael, and my cousins Victor (he was 12) and Sheila (she was younger than Victor - do not remember the age difference). They picked me up on the first of August and we did not return until August 31. I remember they had a new car (do not know the make), but it was black and I remember they had a window a/c unit and I thought that was really something.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuFdkgat5iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RT2g5qiJikM/s1600-h/49champion_regal_deluxe_4dr_sedan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuFdkgat5iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RT2g5qiJikM/s400/49champion_regal_deluxe_4dr_sedan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107466334173521442" /></a><br />I wish I could remember everything about the trip, but it has been nearly 60 years and memory fades. I do know I had a very good time (the experience of a lifetime) and they were so good to me. They paid for my entire trip. I could not have gone otherwise.<br /> <br />I do not remember all the places we went, but I do remember going to Salt Lake City, Utah, and touring the Morman grounds and tabernacle. It was beautiful - the grounds and the tabernacle. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDa7gat5dI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XGIYnQKdtME/s1600-h/Mormon_Temple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDa7gat5dI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XGIYnQKdtME/s400/Mormon_Temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107322693287273938" /></a><br />I was awestruck over the fact that we sat in the back of the tabernacle and they dropped a pin down front and we could hear it when it hit the floor. The organ was beautiful.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDa7gat5eI/AAAAAAAAAts/Gj0aduWiS4o/s1600-h/mormon-tabernacle-choir.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDa7gat5eI/AAAAAAAAAts/Gj0aduWiS4o/s400/mormon-tabernacle-choir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107322693287273954" /></a><br /><br /> Before we left SLC, we went to the Salt Lake and Uncle Ishmael, Victor, and I got in the lake. I could not swim (and still can't), but you cannot drown in it - we just floated around for a while and that was fun.<br /> <br />We stayed at a Dude Ranch in Colorado and rode horses - mine had to just "walk" <br />with me. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDdHwat5fI/AAAAAAAAAt0/eQ-mknxTtnA/s1600-h/Dude+Ranch+horse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDdHwat5fI/AAAAAAAAAt0/eQ-mknxTtnA/s400/Dude+Ranch+horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107325102763927026" /></a><br /> We had a cottage at the ranch and there was a little creek that ran behind the cottage. I know we were there one weekend as I remember having a devotional there and they had the crackers and grape juice. My aunt and uncle did the cooking while we were there.<br /> <br />I remember going to Pike's Peak and Aunt Faye took my picture in front of the Pike's Peak sign. I had on a big plaid dress and had my hair up in rollers.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4gat5cI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GfEkqurZO5U/s1600-h/Pikes+Peak+Postcard+1949.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4gat5cI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GfEkqurZO5U/s400/Pikes+Peak+Postcard+1949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107319343212783042" /></a><br /> We spent several days in Yellowstone National Park and stayed in a log cabin.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/n98h4Zn99Uw/s1600-h/gate1949.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/n98h4Zn99Uw/s400/gate1949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107319338917815698" /></a><br /> We had to walk about a block to the "outhouse." On one of the trips, people were upset as a bear had been spotted in the camp. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDVugat5YI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EDypoW4gf9w/s1600-h/3onroad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDVugat5YI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EDypoW4gf9w/s400/3onroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107316972390835586" /></a><br />There was a cafeteria not too far from our cabin (we ate most of our meals in the cabin), but we did go to the cafeteria a couple of times. It was very rustic, but good food and they had lots of sourveniers from which to select. Aunt Faye gave Victor and me some money (do not remember how much) that we could buy whatever we wanted. I bought a silver hotplate that had park scenery on it and a salt and pepper set which I thought was so cute. I gave it to Joan several years ago for her collection. It was the stump of a tree with a bear on each side hanging on a branch (one salt and the other pepper, of course).<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuFbtQat5hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/t7_JlhEljm8/s1600-h/DSCF4887.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuFbtQat5hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/t7_JlhEljm8/s400/DSCF4887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107464285474121234" /></a><br /> <br />I remember going to the site of "Old Faithful" and waiting for it to erupt. That is something to see!!! <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5bI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GP3LJ8dMEqY/s1600-h/Old+Faithfull.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5bI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GP3LJ8dMEqY/s400/Old+Faithfull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107319338917815730" /></a><br />We also saw some waterfalls.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CD6YOprubfE/s1600-h/topfall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDX4Qat5aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CD6YOprubfE/s400/topfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107319338917815714" /></a> <br />We also went to a ghost town that had once been a mining town.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDdIAat5gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zfsnP6M7Lbo/s1600-h/nhlp22-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RuDdIAat5gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zfsnP6M7Lbo/s400/nhlp22-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107325107058894338" /></a> <br />That is about all I remember - wish I had kept a log and had had a camera. I am anxious for Steve and Joan to get back from their trip and send us pictures.Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-76294039076553461332007-08-05T21:37:00.000-06:002007-08-05T21:39:06.520-06:00Goodbye to an Old Friend!Today I was going to sew up a pillow case that had come apart. The sewing machine would not work, so I asked Kenneth if he would take it out of the cabinet and let's take it to the repair shop and get it serviced. When we walked in the man said he could tell it was a very old Singer and hoped it did not have plastic gears. He said he would not charge us to check it out. When he took it apart, sure enough they were plastic gears and very soft and needed replacing. He said to repair it would cost a minimum of $250 and the machine was not worth it. He said if it was his he would not repair it, because the motor is over 40 years old and could go out any time. He said he had a barn full of Singers just like it and they will not even buy them for scrap anymore. So we just left it and walked out. I kept my composure til I got in the car and then I had to cry. I came home and used a needle and thread to try to repair the pillow case. After 30 minutes, Kenneth asked me what I was doing and I said next time one splits, I am just going to throw it away. It was too hard to do by hand and then it looked terrible and I stuck myself several times. Now we have a cabinet that is of no use.<br /> <br />It was sad to say "goodbye" to it. I made a lot of clothes with it - for Cindy, you, Mamaw, Nanmama, me, and Kenneth and I think even Ginger when she was little. Kenneth said I got my money's woth out of it. But I thought if I bought a singer and serviced ever once in a while it would like a lifetime.Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-39417785370796011702007-06-13T06:03:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:46.672-06:00another try by Daddy Ken<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/Rm_ggIA55jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pYbqK2Bspkc/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/Rm_ggIA55jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pYbqK2Bspkc/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075522147581552178" /></a><br />We are going to the movies today just because of you. Jo Faye said you sent money for us to go .We have not been for a long time .It is my fault Just don't think it is worth the money. We could buy one for less coast .Also we can get some of Cindy movies to watch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-37308052533181807882007-06-10T10:53:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:46.976-06:00I Know Who!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmwsyG8TpLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hVTSI76wQOQ/s1600-h/Cousins.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480119508346034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmwsyG8TpLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hVTSI76wQOQ/s400/Cousins.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These are some of the cousins. Starting at the bottom, Tyler, Caleb, Josh, Staci, Jon, Ginger, and Julie. Of course Bryan and Brady are missing.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmwsyW8TpMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DKJr7dv89_o/s1600-h/Moped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480123803313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmwsyW8TpMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DKJr7dv89_o/s400/Moped.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />This is Steve riding a monstor bike! (notice the riding gloves he is wearing!)Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-41638175134526986542007-06-10T09:10:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:47.157-06:00Who am I ?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RmwU3YA55iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HSJZA_InKuY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RmwU3YA55iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HSJZA_InKuY/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074453821711312418" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-78686685292099517802007-06-01T14:41:00.000-06:002008-12-08T15:31:47.893-06:00Kenneth's Cousin - RobYesterday, May 31, Kenneth, Steve, and I attended Rob's funeral (Kenneth's cousin), which was a celebration of his life. Steve surprised us by calling and I asked him how the weather was there and he said it was hazy. I said it was hazy here, too. Then he told me he was about 30 miles away. I was so happy that he was coming to go with us. Steve had to work after he got here. He brought his laptop and set it up in the middle bedroom and worked til noon.<br /><br />It was wonderful seeing relatives we had not seen in years. I cannot remember when so many relatives gathered since Mama Mary's funeral. They came from everywhere- as far away as San Diego. That says a lot for Rob. I have never heard any more nice things said about anyone before. He will be missed. The eulogy was beautiful and the front of the church was covered in gorgeous flowers. The church was packed.<br /><br />Steve pointed out to me on the program <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Stallings">"Gene Stallings"</a> - which meant nothing to m<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCHEnGNGCI/AAAAAAAAATw/eFenaxL99nQ/s1600-h/Gene+Stallings+photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071201693703411746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCHEnGNGCI/AAAAAAAAATw/eFenaxL99nQ/s200/Gene+Stallings+photo.jpg" border="0" /></a>e at the time, but he later told me he had coached the Cowboys with Tom Landry at one time. His daughter married Keith (Rob's son). They talked about Rob's sense of humor and how he had asked Joe Baisden (the preacher) to keep the service upbeat and sing lots of songs, which they did.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCH7nGNGDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/p2wr_06_C5s/s1600-h/DSCF3360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071202638596216882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCH7nGNGDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/p2wr_06_C5s/s200/DSCF3360.JPG" border="0" /></a>We followed the hearse to the cemetery (which was several miles) and waited and waited for the family to show up (only family were to go to the cemetery), but it was getting late and we had not had lunch, it was hot and the ground was soft and hard to stand on. My heels had mud half was up.<br /><br />Anyway, we left, as a couple of others had done also. On our way<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCIyHGNGEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZMhIJKlIW2Y/s1600-h/DSCF3369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071203574899087426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCIyHGNGEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZMhIJKlIW2Y/s200/DSCF3369.JPG" border="0" /></a> back, we met the family (about 10 cars), but we did not turn around and go back. We went to Chick-Fil-A where Bryan works and ate lunch. We even shared a milk shake (mint cookies and cream - delicious!) We saw Bryan and he was totally surprised saying "What are y'all doing here?" He was mostly surprised to see Steve.<br /><br />We came home and changed our clothes and Steve started getting his things together. Cindy called to talk to Steve and then Staci called and it was funny watching that - Steve holding the cell phone (on speaker) next to the land phone so Cindy and Staci could talk to each other. Technology today is mind boggling, to me. Steve left about 6 and called us twice, once after the "Y" and then just before he got home. We are always so thankful to learn that he made it home safely! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071204034460588114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2_Yrg4ifdc/RmCJM3GNGFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/oVADw9hO0EQ/s400/DSCF3377.JPG" border="0" />Steve and Joanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330225637292787044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085333847512162123.post-16319439000998636642007-05-27T14:19:00.001-06:002008-12-08T15:31:48.128-06:00Lord of the Rings DayKenneth had never seen a complete Lord of the Rings movie. When JoFaye saw the first one she fell in love with it and bought the trilogy set. One day this week around noon, they were looking for a movie and decided it was time for Kenneth to see the Lord of the Rings. They started with the first movie at noon and finished the third one somewhere after 10 p.m. <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RlnoMtrakxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W477rRVnCFM/s1600-h/DSCF3306.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RlnoMtrakxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W477rRVnCFM/s320/DSCF3306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069338160699970322" /></a><br /><br />They only stopped for a few bathroom breaks and to eat lunch and supper. What a day!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RlnoM9rakyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TnMK4jK7648/s1600-h/DSCF3308.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pba2uoh4-eg/RlnoM9rakyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TnMK4jK7648/s320/DSCF3308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069338164994937634" /></a><br /><br />How long has it been since you watched the entire trilogy in one sitting?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0