I refuse to talk about politics today. I am boing to talk about my typing. There is an example without any help. I hit the b instead of the g. I am doing that a lot lately. Sometimes tyhis computer corrects automatically for me and that is ice3. (Nice). I add extra letters as in ‘This’ above. I also notice I either do not hit the ‘r’ in your or I don’t hit it hard enough. It comes out like Luke would say as a child, “I want to go to you house!”
So now for the rest of this entry I will try to correct myself. I like what my good friend Glenda said about my mistakes (she knows psychology), she said,
“ Anybody can make corrections, it is the creative thoughts that make a book.”
Now isn’t that sweet? Of course it is sweet, she is one sweet lady from a very loving and sweet family. There were farmers in my family.

I remember going to my Great grandpa’s farm near Tocca, Georgia. By the time I went though, he was not farming, just living in the farm house. He did raise chickens and hogs. So I actually was never on an active working farm until I was transferred to Kirksville AFS, Kirksville, MO. There in the church at Moberly, MO. I met an old farmer named Kenneth Conrad. At the time he must have been nearly thirty six years old. We got along well even thought he was old. I was in my early twenties. Mark was a baby and Jack was two or three yrs old. I always enjoyed the visit to the farm. We were invited to dinner and supper many times. Eileen, the mama, a great lady, was some great cook. She had to do some cooking; they were raising ten children on the forty acres. Kenneth worked a full time job at H.B. Chance, came home and worked til dark. Like many farmers he still had time to help his neighbors.

I have mentioned Kenneth many times in this blog. Just lately it was on his visit to Glenda’s home in Okeechobee, FL. Kenneth is the one that Alzheimer’s is stealing his mind. Eileen sang in church, she had a voice that could have been professional, quality, range and style. I loved to hear her sing. She would sing to 20 or hundreds with the same passion.
Now they are both up in age seriously. Life is no picnic with illnesses, over weight and Alzheimer’s. It is also no fun and very stressful on the family. I think of them and the people they were. I know you have friends and family that stand out in your life. I learned a lot from Kenneth about life and a work ethic.
(You probably think I don’t know another family other than the Conrads)
Nite shipslog
PS:
ARTISTRY OF INSULTS.
When Insults Had Class (no 4-letter words!!) These glorious insults are from an era when cleverness with words was still valued, before a great portion of the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words, not to mention waving middle fingers.

"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb

"He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson

"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up." - Paul Keating

"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt." - Robert Redford