LETS GET OUT OF HERE!

"LET'S GET OUT OF HERE GRANDDAD"

This is our oldest granddaughter "K" ... They are all special , but I must say this is one of my favorite pictures. I wish I could remember what she used to call me (but four grandchildren and many years later, my memory fails me)

After raising three sons, she was our first (of four) PRECIOUS LITTLE GIRLS! A true JOY!

She used to tell either me, or her grandma "LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" meaning that she wanted us off to herself, and oh what a pleasure. She was training to be a beautician back then and was using Ole Granddad as her Guinea pig. Once she rubbed lotion on my head until it was as slick as a baby's butt! And me, I sat there and enjoyed every minute of trying to make her happy, because she was surely making me happy too.

One of the many times she went camping with us, we had went for a long little walk ... just the two of us, and had to walk up and down a few hills. Well, coming back she got tired and I lifted her up and let her ride on my shoulders. As we came up that last hill, I was huffing and puffing... and we all laughed because she was too... just sitting on my shoulders trying to breath like I was.

Another time, and a few years later we were camping down at Whispering Pines and had to run to Clifton Forge to the Kroger store for a few things that evening. She said when we were there "I just love living like this!" she was so excited... Then for supper she wanted the "chicken with the turkey in it" .... (fried chicken breast)... of course we got a good laugh out of her. She was always so sweet, so cute, and so respectful.. and loved life to it's fullest! She is 15 years old now, ans still beautiful, smart, sweet and respectful.

I hope to find pictures of me and the other grandchildren from time to time and put them on the site too. We are happy and blessed by each of them. WE LOVE YOU GIRL.

THE GANG IS ALL HERE, in the 50's

THE GANG IS ALL HERE! BACK IN THE 1950's
from left to right Cousin Ruby, Cousin Susie, Sister N. Jean, Cousin Anna, (me) Norman (the cool one) Cousin Billy.. then in the middle from left Brother Bob, Brother Coyd(the little blond boy in the middle) and then Cousin Sheila (peeping over the tailgate.)
The Gang Was All There (for the most part, but then there were always little ones in the house) I don't know where we were going (in our imaginations) We found all kinds of things to play back then. Most of the time if we weren't working, we were playing outside. There were always a lot of us at our house, or at Granny's. This was taken at Richpatch, when we were at Granny's. We found all kinds of things to play back then, and there were enough of us to play anything. Sometimes ball games, sometimes we played hide and seek, or cowboys and Indians. When we got older we sometimes caught snakes, just for the fun of it. Or we would one climb a tree and a few cut it down to see if the one in the tree could make it to the safe side before it hit the ground. Sometimes we would throw rocks at hornets nest so they would chase us. At times we would swing from grapevines. Back then you HAD TO DO YOUR CHORES BEFORE YOU PLAYED ANYTHING! It is some great memories, and we never thought of the danger, or possible danger of many of the "games" we played. We were just enjoying being kids, and outside in the countryside, there was always something we could "get into".

One of my greatest (old) memories.

The color of this horse reminds me of Ole Topsy,

a horse my granddad Coyd Wolfe owned when I was growing up.

He bought her from Old Dr Bowles. He brought wild horses from out west and broke them to harness. Our neighbor had another of the wild horses and they borrowed from each other so they could have a pair of horses to mow and rake hay. We also used Topsy to plow and skid wood. She did a lot of work on the farm. She was a great and gentle horse and even as a kid I could plow and other farm work with her. She didn't like anyone to ride her, maybe because she had been wild and never broke to a saddle. She lived to a sweet old age of 36 years old, and she was buried there on the farm. She was one of my greatest memories of growing up there at my grandparents farm in Richpatch.

LET ME LIVE IN A HOUSE

Let Me Live In A House

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by

The men who are good

And the men who are bad
As good and bad as I

I would not sit in the scorners seat

Nor hurl the cynics ban

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man

Poem submitted by Lois Frank

ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS

this was on my mind hope you like it

He Saw It All by Booth Brothers

I was working in town one afternoon

Attending some business affairs

I heard a commotion a couple streets over

And wondered what's happening there

A young man was running from in that direction

and stopped just to catch his breath

I asked him to please tell me what was the hurry

He smiled up at me and he said

I was trying to catch the crippled man,

Did he run past this way

He was rushing home to tell everyone

What Jesus did today

And the mute man was telling myselfAnd the deaf girl

He's leaving to Answer God's call

It's hard to believe but if you don't trust me

Ask the blind man, he saw it all

Ask the blind man, he saw it all

My friend if the troubles and burdens you carry

Are heavy and dragging you down

And you've tried everything

You can possibly think of

But there's no relief to be found

That very same Jesus that altered the future

Of the blind man, the deaf and the lame

He's still reaching out In your hour of trouble

One touch and you're never be the same

You'll be trying to catch the crippled man

Did he run past this way

He was rushing home to tell everyone

What Jesus did today

And the mute man was telling myselfAnd the deaf girl

He's leaving to Answer God's call

It's hard to believe but if you don't trust me

Ask the blind man he saw it all

Ask the blind man he saw it all

Ask the blind man he saw it all