In a Note to HER dad a daughter, lovingly said,
"Dad"
There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up
Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.
So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.
You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.
So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.
Written by Larry S. Chengges
Here is her Fathers Response
Dear Daughter
I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.
You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Joke Is On You
I believe my Grandpa used to tell this story. It was about a sheep, a male sheep, or otherwise known as a Buck/Ram, I believe he especially was called a Ram, for a very good reason as you will see as I go on.
The story goes something like this. A neighbor had a flock of sheep, in that flock was an old Ram, the owner had trained him to charge (ram) from the time he was a little lamb chop. You see the whole little game was to trick the lamb into charging, and then send him flying head over heels. He now was no longer a lamb, he was a full grown bald-headed daddy sheep.
It was a very funny peculiar sight to watch one of these fights. What was peculiar was how the fight happened and with whom. My understanding is that the fight went something like this. My grandpa's neighbor would get down on all fours in the middle of the barn yard and begin to paw dirt up over his back with one of his hand and making a deep 'baa'ing sound. Well, making this charging stance would always get the old Rams attention and it would make him mad, after all he was the head sheep around here.
It never ever took very long before the ram would hear or notice him, and without delay he would come a charging at his opposition who had challenged him. As the ram got with in striking distance the old neighbor would duck his head down to the ground, just in time so the ram couldn't stop and every time the old ram would go head over heel across the yard. And every time he would get up shake himself off and go back to whatever he was doing before the fight began. But always, you could tell by his actions and the look on his face that he was saying to himself, “Some day, mister, some day, just you wait and see. I will get you back ” But Mr. Neighbor was so proud of his record, in all of these years he had never lost a fight. Everytime it went off without a hitch.
Then one day in late fall, maybe around Thanksgiving an old friend of the neighbor came by to visit. He had been gone for many years and had come home for Thanksgiving, and had just dropped in, as the custom was back then. It happens that as they were 'chewing the fat', Mr. Neighbor asked, “ Have you ever seen our fighting ram?”
“No,” was the reply, “what does this ram fight with, another sheep, a dog or what?”
“Me,” said Mr. Neighbor, “come on out to the field and I will give you a demonstration, as to what my old ram can do, or not.”
So after coffee and cake, the two families took the team and wagon and headed out to the field. In the fall of the year the farmers always had their livestock out grazing on the stubble fields. After getting out there, everyone lined up along the fence to watch the show. Oh my, and what a show it was going to be.
Mr. Neighbor crawled through the fence, and as he had done so many times before, got down on all fours and started his game. Got into a charging stance and started throwing dirt over his back, and made that gruff 'baa'ing noise down in his throat. Getting the rams attention was easy. The ram turned, lowered his head and charged without even thinking twice about it. He got within striking distance, Mr. Neighbor ducked his head as he had done so many times before, but this time Mr. Neighbor, jabbed a straw up his nose, something he had never done before. Mr. Neighbor threw his head back up, this too was something he had never done before, and never before had Mr. Sheep's head ever met Mr. Neighbor's head either, so you might say that they were now going to meet head-to-head for the first time ever. As was said before, THE JOKE IS ON YOU MISTER Neighbor. He who laughs last, laughs the longest.
I think you can only imagine the rest of the story for there is really no words to describe it, how embarrassed he must have been with all of the spectators looking on. All I know is that I would not have wanted to be him at that very moment. I believe for the next few days you might say he was a real Mr. Sorehead.
The story goes something like this. A neighbor had a flock of sheep, in that flock was an old Ram, the owner had trained him to charge (ram) from the time he was a little lamb chop. You see the whole little game was to trick the lamb into charging, and then send him flying head over heels. He now was no longer a lamb, he was a full grown bald-headed daddy sheep.
It was a very funny peculiar sight to watch one of these fights. What was peculiar was how the fight happened and with whom. My understanding is that the fight went something like this. My grandpa's neighbor would get down on all fours in the middle of the barn yard and begin to paw dirt up over his back with one of his hand and making a deep 'baa'ing sound. Well, making this charging stance would always get the old Rams attention and it would make him mad, after all he was the head sheep around here.
It never ever took very long before the ram would hear or notice him, and without delay he would come a charging at his opposition who had challenged him. As the ram got with in striking distance the old neighbor would duck his head down to the ground, just in time so the ram couldn't stop and every time the old ram would go head over heel across the yard. And every time he would get up shake himself off and go back to whatever he was doing before the fight began. But always, you could tell by his actions and the look on his face that he was saying to himself, “Some day, mister, some day, just you wait and see. I will get you back ” But Mr. Neighbor was so proud of his record, in all of these years he had never lost a fight. Everytime it went off without a hitch.
Then one day in late fall, maybe around Thanksgiving an old friend of the neighbor came by to visit. He had been gone for many years and had come home for Thanksgiving, and had just dropped in, as the custom was back then. It happens that as they were 'chewing the fat', Mr. Neighbor asked, “ Have you ever seen our fighting ram?”
“No,” was the reply, “what does this ram fight with, another sheep, a dog or what?”
“Me,” said Mr. Neighbor, “come on out to the field and I will give you a demonstration, as to what my old ram can do, or not.”
So after coffee and cake, the two families took the team and wagon and headed out to the field. In the fall of the year the farmers always had their livestock out grazing on the stubble fields. After getting out there, everyone lined up along the fence to watch the show. Oh my, and what a show it was going to be.
Mr. Neighbor crawled through the fence, and as he had done so many times before, got down on all fours and started his game. Got into a charging stance and started throwing dirt over his back, and made that gruff 'baa'ing noise down in his throat. Getting the rams attention was easy. The ram turned, lowered his head and charged without even thinking twice about it. He got within striking distance, Mr. Neighbor ducked his head as he had done so many times before, but this time Mr. Neighbor, jabbed a straw up his nose, something he had never done before. Mr. Neighbor threw his head back up, this too was something he had never done before, and never before had Mr. Sheep's head ever met Mr. Neighbor's head either, so you might say that they were now going to meet head-to-head for the first time ever. As was said before, THE JOKE IS ON YOU MISTER Neighbor. He who laughs last, laughs the longest.
I think you can only imagine the rest of the story for there is really no words to describe it, how embarrassed he must have been with all of the spectators looking on. All I know is that I would not have wanted to be him at that very moment. I believe for the next few days you might say he was a real Mr. Sorehead.
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