Trees

I like trees.

Some of my best friends are trees.

They are strong, yet flexible.

They stay the same, yet they change with the seasons.

They do not care what I am thinking, only that I am.

Each one is unique, and special in its own way.

They will always be there when I need them.

...until they are cut down...

...and thrown into the fire.

The Train I Got to Ride

July 1979

We were visiting Linda's relatives in Kenney, Illinois. I took a walk and was watching a train crew do some switching. I talked with them a little and they invited me to ride with them. I did not have to be asked twice. I love trains. This was the one and only time I got to ride a freight train.

This was a pretty old line, and not kept up very well as you can see by the pictures. It has been around since 1851. Unfortunately it no longer exists as the Illinois Central. It is now part of the Canadian National Railway, since 1998.

In 1900 a minor train wreck at Vaughn, Miss., achieved worldwide fame because an engine-wiper named Wallace Sanders wrote a song about the incident. The engineer, the only person killed, was one John Luther Jones, nicknamed "Casey". His dramatic death trying to stop his train and save lives made him a folk hero.

THE BALLAD OF CASEY JONES

Come all you rounders if you want to hear
A story 'bout a brave engineer,
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
"Twas on the Illinois Central that he won his fame.

Casey Jones, he loved a locomotive.
Casey Jones, a mighty man was he.
Casey Jones run his final locomotive
With the Cannonball Special on the old I.C.

Casey pulled into memphis on Number Four,
The engine foreman met him at the roundhouse door;
Said, "Joe Lewis won't be able to make his run
So you'll have to double out on Number One."

If I can have Sim Webb, my fireman, my engine 382,
Although I'm tired and weary, I'll take her through.
Put on my whistle that come in today
Cause I mean to keep her wailing as we ride and pray.

Casey Jones, mounted the cabin,
Casey Jones, with the orders in his hand.
Casey Jones, he mounted the cabin,
Started on his farewell Journey to the promised land.

They pulled out of Memphis nearly two hours late,
Soon they were speeding at a terrible rate.
And the people knew by the whistle's moan.
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones.

Need more coal there, fireman Sim,
Open that door and heave it in.
Give that shovel all you got
And we'll reach Canton on the dot

On April 30, 1900, that rainy morn,
Down in Mississippi near the town of Vaughan,
Sped the Cannonball Special only two minutes late
Traveling 70 miles an hour when they saw a freight.

The caboose number 83 was on the main line,
Casey's last words were "Jump, Sim, while you have the time.
"At 3:52 that morning came the fareful end,
Casey took his farewell trip to the promised land.

Casey Jones, he died at the throttle,
With the whistle in his hand.
Casey Jones, he died at the throttlle,
But we'll all see Casey in the promised land.

His wife and three children were left to mourn
The tragic death of Casey on that April morn.
May God through His goodness keep them by His grace
Till they all meet together in that heavenly place.

Casey's body lies buried in Jackson, Tennessee
Close beside the tracks of the old I.C.
May his spirit live forever throughout the land
As the greatest of all heroes of a railroad man.

Casey Jones, he died at the throttle,
Casey Jones, with the whistle in his hand.
Casey Jones, he died at the throttle,
But we'll all see Casey in the promised land.

To Hear or Not To Hear

Sometimes we do not hear what God is telling us,
because He is not saying what we want to hear.

Sometimes God has to call several times before we realize who is calling.

Sometimes we cannot hear God calling, because we are talking.
We need to ask the question, then listen. We can learn only when we are not talking.

Sometimes we need help to hear God calling.
We may need to counsel with some of God's other friends.

...think about it

Sign

I like reading signs. Most are not very interesting, but once in awhile a good one comes along. Even if it is for something you have no need for. Here is one of those.

(seen near Milton-Freewater, Oregon.)

Hidden Meaning of Gifts

I wonder if there is sometimes a hidden, or not so hidden meaning behind the giving of certain gifts.

Like if your boss has B.O. and you give him some deodorant for his birthday.



Or if someone in your office has bad breath and you give them a tooth brush and some breath mints.



The meaning behind these gifts are very obvious.

But maybe some are not so obvious. Like what about when someone gives you a rubber mallet for your birthday and it is clearly marked "Deadhead Mallet".


Is something being implied here?



According to Archie Bunker (All in the Family T.V. show--1970's) Meathead means "Dead from the neck up." Archie always called his sou-in-law Meadhead. Could "Deadhead" be a synonym for "Meathead"? And when the Deadhead mallet is especially one of very good quality, does that imply an especially dead head?

No reason. Just wondering.

[ Actually, I really like the mallet. It is a good one and I will put it to good use. And because it is "bounce resistant" it will not bounce too far when I hit my head with it. So, thanks for the fine tool.]

Finally She Has Been Captured !

Linda in jail on a drummed up charge!

Now you know how I finally caught her.

Love does strange things.

Picture at Rockome Gardens, Illinois, 7/79.

So Little !

I did not remember that Linda and I were so little in July, 1979. We sure have changed since then.

These pictures were taken at Rockome Gardens, Illinois.