True Story….Do You Believe?

Ruby and I went to the folks yesterday afternoon for a weekly weekend visit….dad told me this amazing story and it just hit me that I had to share it…true story…

Ol’ Bob passed away, gosh, can’t recall at the moment whether it was spring or summer…pry should have asked dad…anyway….Bob passed away while fixing fence…he was round about 90 give or take a year or so…good old guy.

When the ambulance folk came to take Bob away~a young calf came over and laid down in the same spot Bob was just removed. That alone touched my heart.

Dad was in town days ago and learned that recently Bob’s wife (who had been a school teacher of my 76 year old dad) and family had loaded up the herd to sell…guess who was never found? That calf…nowhere to be found. Those are the times that remind me, that to me, God is real….

Much Love and Happy Sunday….

M.

The Magic of Old Photos

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This photo was taken decades ago, guessing by my grandfather. Can’t recall for sure but it was either the late 1940’s or early 1950’s when my grandfather was approached by a member of the school board for this school to come on board as custodian to put the in bad shape building back in good running order. Grandpa Pete and this man both grew up in this farming community and Elza knew Pete was the perfect man for the job. Pete agreed with the understanding that it was his school to do with as he saw fit, he was boss in that department.

Grandpa worked here, along with all his other doings, until his heart attack that rendered him unable to work. Sometime in the late 1960’s. Over the years whenever someone who went to school during those days find out who my grandfather was…oh, the wonderful stories. I mourn at times over the fact that I never knew him. Someday I will write about him, he did so many things in only 64 years.

The building was built in 1918, in 1962 the school became one with the neighboring town and in 1990 it closed when the larger town built on and moved all grades into one school. This building thankfully is still is use, being the center of our county it’s the home of our emergency services unit. Two generations of our family went to the school.

Now I’m getting off track…while going through my grandmother’s albums the other day I came upon this picture and posted it to my FB wall asking who knew which school this was. When I went to school here in the mid-1980’s (it was the 5th-8th grade building for our two town community school district) it looked much different, the windows had been changed and a large tree in front. Dozens of people spoke up that they’d gone to school there and the wonderful stories from people who went to school with my mom down to those younger than me.

My husband absolutely hates Facebook and I get it…there’s so much BS out there. From time to time I’ll dig through old pictures or school albums and post a random, do you remember and leave it at that and the stories that come rolling and some getting longer and longer with others posting replies under other peoples comments. That is when FB can be so much fun and leave such a smile or sometimes even bring on a good belly laugh.

The biggest thread under the picture comes from a story of a guy a grade above me and his getting in trouble and being paddled. The story hasn’t come out as to what he did to get paddled, most of us only remember the incident…the ones who know aren’t spilling the beans.

Sometimes you just have to look back to the old days and start some good old story telling!

Peace!

Brother

Many moons ago when The Girl was just a little a series of events happened within a short time that from time to time we still get a good laugh about. 

When three years old a friend gave us a blue heeler pup, the runt of the litter, we named him Sam.  KSCN0028_edited-1.jpg

Girlie and Sam were inseparable from the start, they were quite the pair!  As they grew their bond became so strong that no one besides me, The Old Boy and the grandparents could get near her without Sam coming between.  In time we started calling him Brother, it fit.  Living in a small town of about 250 and with my working at the town’s small Mart and with Brother going with us almost everywhere, people knew Sammy at K’s Brother. 

Think it was the summer after K turned 5 that a new family to town bought and started up the small town cafe.  Often K and I would go to the cafe at noon with our friend Miss Velma, eat dinner and socialize.  Almost always we wouldn’t eat all our food, we’d get a box to take the leftovers home for Brother. 

One day Miss Velma was laughing as she said she had a hoot of a story.  The owners of the cafe were rather concerned about K’s brother, we never brought him in to eat with us and they never saw this brother any other time when they would see me and K.  The very kind people thought we had this little boy at home that we didn’t bring out in public and would take our leftovers home to!  Miss Velma told them that they had seen Brother, the blue heeler dog we often had with us when walking around town.  They’d never even thought that the dog could be the Brother we took our food home to! 

About that same time a young family moved to town, not far down the street from where we were living.  The mother came to me one day with a story.  This mom was teaching Vacation Bible School in town and K was with her group.  After the story she told she asked all the kids to raise their hands if they had siblings and K raised her hand.  Mrs. H. asked K about her siblings being she’d seen us many times and had never seen any other children.  K said she had a brother named Sammy, he was her dog! 

The love between a girl and her dog, absolutely priceless!

Peace!

Local Guys of The Guinnes Book of World Records

*pictures come from the internet*

Here in our little rural corner of the world we have all grown up hearing the stories about two special guys from our community who make it into The Guinnes Book of World Records.  These two fellows were born in two different towns, eight miles apart…towns who have schooled together for many, many decades and we all around here consider as a single community.  Both towns combined don’t quite make it to 500 people.

Bernard, I believe with his parents, outside of the local Catholic Church

Bernard Coyne was born in 1897 to Sylvester and Catherine Coyne.  Bernard was born with Eunuchoidal Giant, daddy long legs syndrome.

Bernard with a local family.

In 1918 Mr. Coyne registered for the army and was rejected, no reason was listed, but his height at the time was listed as 7’9″ and is believed to have been the reason.

Bernard with misc. men.

After being ill for a number of months, Mr. Coyne passed away at the age of 24.  At the time he was estimated to be 8’4″ and 300 pounds, wearing a size 24 shoe.  Mr. Coyne was buried in the local Catholic Cemetery in a specially ordered casket.

Ol’ Charlie Osborne was a celebrity in our community when I was a kid, having been on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson!

One day in 1922 Charlie was hanging a 350 pound hog carcas for butcher when he fell with the carcas.  Charlie began hiccuping and kept on hiccuping.

In the early days Charlie hiccuped an estimated 40 times a minute, slowing in time to about 20 times a minute.  

The doctor Charlie went to said he very likely broke a blood vessel in his brain when he fell and may have damaged the part of his brain that may have inhibited the hiccup response.

Oddly enough, Charlie stopped on the 5th of June 1990, stopped out of the blue.  He was given a reprieve the last 11 months of his life.  Charlie passed away at the age of 97 in May 1991.

Poor Charlie hiccuped 68 years of his life, an estimated 430 million times.  

It’s something else to think that such a tiny rural area could find themselves with at one time two Guinnes World Record holders!