Tuesday, July 28, 2009
A Special Lady
This is my good friend Patricia Rousculp.
Next month will be 81 years since she was born.
In spite of her age, she has maintained a schedule that would wear me to a frazzle. An avid sports fan, she has followed the Cleveland Browns and the Cincinnati Reds for years. She has golfed at every opportunity. She has been a volunteer for FISH, Needy Baskets, the Clothesline, all of which benefitted the needy folks in our area. She has been, for a number of years, an election official, and a member of the American Legion Auxiliary, and the Red Hat Society. She is a charter member of the Tipp City Players where she was head of wardrobe for many years and a vereran of the stage. Other volunteer activities throughout her lifetime are too numerous to mention.
Once, since she had never had any, and was brave enough to try it, my other friend Pat and I went to her home and made her some grits, country ham, and red eye gravy. She loved it, and wanted more. Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to do it again.
She was a member of Pulmonary Rehab with me and loved by patients and staff alike.
Pat went into the hospital with acute appendicitis a couple of weeks ago, and had an appendectomy. While in the hospital, she had a heart attack, and then a stroke.
Pat passed away last week.
The world is a sadder place today.
God bless you, Pat. You are sorely missed.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Secret to a Long, Long, Life??
Henry Alleningham 6 June 1896–18 July 2009
Henry became the world's oldest man earlier this year when the previous record holder died. He attributed his longevity to "whiskey, cigarettes, and wild, wild, women."
If that's the case, I'm glad I calmed down some years back. Otherwise I may have lived forever. I'm decrepit enough in my late 60s, as it is.
Henry was a veteran of World War 1.
Henry became the world's oldest man earlier this year when the previous record holder died. He attributed his longevity to "whiskey, cigarettes, and wild, wild, women."
If that's the case, I'm glad I calmed down some years back. Otherwise I may have lived forever. I'm decrepit enough in my late 60s, as it is.
Henry was a veteran of World War 1.
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Catfishing
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
From One Extreme to Another
This really is a Big Mouth Bass that Pat caught a few weeks ago. Of course, she threw it back to grow some more.
This week, she caught this catfish.
The guy is Dave. His wife, Karen, and he were kind enough to invite us to fish at their pond that is stocked with Bass and Catfish. We also caught another Catfish, and several large Bass. Thanks a lot, Karen and Dave.
Pat and Russell taught me to skin catfish, so we skinned and filleted this one and he is in the freezer. We will eat him soon.
As you can see, the fish is twice as long as my rather large foot. :)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Our new GodPuppy
Our Friends Pat and Russell got a new puppy. Half German Shepherd and half Yellow Lab. It's going to be a big one when it's grown, I think.
Marsha's boss loves yellow labs. She has one, actually, so Marsha emailed her a picture of Pat and Russell's new addition and referred to it as our "GodPuppy".
Nothing would do but that Pat take it to work and introduce it to Marsha's boss, who seemed to love it.
Pat probably loves the pup more than she does her children.
Russell has his own ideas about it.
It really is a sweet dog, though, playful
and extremely friendly. Marsha and I wish Pat and Russell much happiness with young Jake.
Marsha's boss loves yellow labs. She has one, actually, so Marsha emailed her a picture of Pat and Russell's new addition and referred to it as our "GodPuppy".
Nothing would do but that Pat take it to work and introduce it to Marsha's boss, who seemed to love it.
Pat probably loves the pup more than she does her children.
Russell has his own ideas about it.
It really is a sweet dog, though, playful
and extremely friendly. Marsha and I wish Pat and Russell much happiness with young Jake.
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