Sunday, August 13, 2023

The problem with labels

We went grocery shopping and both were tired. I wanted some pre cooked bacon to pop in the microwave for breakfast. Instead I got “Ready for Microwave” bacon. As if all bacon isn’t ready for microwave. I didn’t eat my raw bacon that came out of the microwave at 5 am this morning.

Saturday, August 05, 2023

Happy birthday? Yes! Happy birthday

Today is that "special" day of the year; the day when I acknowledge I am a year older. Or, as someone has put it, I've made another trip around the sun. What do we mean when we say, "Happy Birtdhay!" Probably that we wish the recipient all good things and that we are glad they are here. What do we hear when people say, "Happy birthday"? This is not a downer post. Actually, quite the opposite. I am glad I turn 71 today. I am especially glad when people say, "I would guess you are in your 50s!" There are some advantages to being older and some of those advantages are tied to both happy and sad events in my life. I can remember back to when I was three years old and Dad and my uncle took me for a ride to look at "Christmas lights" on Third Street in my hometown, a neighborhood renowned for the lights and moving displays at Christmas. When we got home, Santa had come and gone that Christmas Eve and he left me a pedal tractor. Why I got a tractor, I can't remember. It was an Oliver 88 made in nearby South Bend and while other kids in our neighbrohood rode their tricycles and pedal race cars, I rode my tractor and planted pretend beans and corn and took the tractor to be repaired and the oil changed. While few city kids had tractors, I remember everyone wanted to ride mine. To remember a Christmas 68 years ago is a special gift. I remember vividly the 4th of July when I proposed to Linda and where. I remember thd ay of our wedding and the days when both of our kids were born. I remember great details of those days. Not bad for 40-plus years ago! My memories are some of my greatest treasures. There are bittersweet memories too, as you age. I remember both my grandfathers and how they smelled. That may sound strange if you are younger but odor is a great inducement to memory. I cannot smell the musty smell of damp wood without thinking of Grandpa Zellers' hosue in Winamac. I remember the smell of his chewing tobacco when he kissed my face. I remember the smell of Grandpa Phillips, too and I remember the many times dad and I would go to visit him and I would sit and listen while Dad and Grandpa talked about current events and so many things. We sat at the picnic table Grandpa built on a metal frame he bought. Later, I had that table until it was destroyed when a tree splingtered it during a storm. I also remember going to Grandpa Zellers' funeral visitation and repeatedly walking around and then back to the casket to see if he was really dead. I remember being asked to read scripture during Grandpa Phillips' funeral. That church was begun in Grandpa and Grandma's house on Oak Street. Grandpa Zellers had signed for the church furniture in the church he and Grandma Zellers attended. I don't remember either grandmother very well. Grandma Zellers died years before I was born and I was three when Grandma Phillips died. All I remember about Grandma Phillips was a time when a booger got wrapped up in my chewing gum and she cleaned up my nose and mouth. Then I recall the year I left the church ministry and went to work for a radio station when we moved in with Linda's parents. Dangerous Dan Jensen taught me how to run the control board. I was going to be a part time announcer. He introduced me -- "What name do you want to go by on the radio?" he asked. My first name was Terry but I always liked Frank, the middle name I shared with both grandfathers. So, "Frank Phillips" was born and the name stuck from 1994 to this day. I got an email from Dan this week. He has Stage 3 Colon Cancer. "Do you realize you and I were younger than both my kids when you and I met?" I asked him. I pray Dan makes it. I also remeinded him my wife had four surgeries for breast cancer 15 years ago and this week we got a thumbs up from her surgeon when we went in for her annual checkup. I remember when we moved to Elkhart. "You ahve met my family and now I will get to know your family," she said in the car as we followed the truck hauling our furniture. In the next few years, I helped do the service when my cousin, Kirby, got married and died a year later. I attended my aunt's funeral and her immediate family insisted I sit with them during the service. Then, in July, I was cleaning up the aftermath of a terrible wind storm that struck our small town when my cousin's daughter called to tell me her dad had died unexpectedly from a heart attck that morning. I have lots of happy memories with that family. They were the closest thing to brothers and sisters I had. I think it means a lot to me, also, as I age that I'm not as insecure as I was at a younger age. I trust my own thoughts and judgments more. I would definitely marry Linda all over again but there are a lot of other choices I would have changed. When people say, "I wouldn't do a thing differently in my life," I believe they are either lying or have not learned a thing. Getting older is a good thing -- if your faith is in Jesus Christ and you beleive you have an eternal home with a new body. Getting older isn't good or bad. But I consider it a blessing.

Sunday, May 21, 2023

Grass grows fast

We love the old song, "Love grows where my Rose Mary goes ..." This spring I have noticed "Grass really grows where our Joe Dog goes, and nobody knows like me!"

Saturday, May 20, 2023

Why all the changes?

LOL! I just realized I've lived through black and white TV, color TV, HDTV, stereo sound, projection TV, antenna TV, and cable TV. Know what our favorite shows are? Yheold black and white shows that were new when we were kids! BTW, Bat Masterson is on now. And they remade it in HDTV! Oh, I really like some of the old radio shows that were made before TV, too