I don't know these guys, but they liked mules.

Here is a pretty pair of mules. I wish Daddy had took a picture of his matched pair

Now today's adventure into my past!

Most famous authors, especially poets and song writers, become famous after their death. Many painters works sold for pennies according to the hours they put into the work until after they died.

Most of us will never be famous before or after our death. I think it is a standard of life to recognize beauty, intelligence, leadership and passion after a death. You have probably done it in your family.

I am ashamed, I respected my dad. He was a great guy. He was smarter than most men with ten times his education, but it was after his death that I realized just what my daddy had meant to me. I loved my mother as much as most boys, but it was after I was grown and she was gone, that I realized what insights, what ability that woman had.

As a child, I watched her prepare stuff to ship to missionaries in prison in Germany. Now I ask myself, how did a woman in Burlington, NC know how to get stuff through the enemy lines to missionaries Inprisoned by Hitler? How did she make delicious meals with half the ingredients?
I had two brothers both were brilliant in their own right. I thought I knew them, but there so many questions I would like to ask them. Oh and related to that so many questions I would like to ask Mama and Daddy. Why did I think too late?

I have thought of starting a business, it would be non-profit, as everything I have done since retiring. But a business of recording someone’s thoughts in book form before they pass on. Things they would like their children to know. Questions they wish they had asked of their parents and did not.

I was not raised in the country (except for two years 3-5) so I don’t know of plowing and farming except what I learned from my good friend Kenneth Conrad who had forty acres near Clark, Mo. I think. But back to Dad & Mom. One day, while mom was living with us in her last years, I asked mama, “Mom, what kind of horses did you and dad have?”
She looked at me like, did I raise a completely ignorant boy, “Son we worked on our farm, we did’t have time for fancy horses, your dad had a matched pair of roman nosed mules called Bet & Hide. The best in the county. Mules can work, horses were for fancy folks and buggies. We had a wagon.”

I just said, “Yes mam”.

Thanks for coming by the LOG.
Nite Shipslog
PS: Things concerning us Old folk:
Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep".

Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident"? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!