<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988</id><updated>2012-01-16T18:51:01.442-07:00</updated><category term='? - - ?'/><category term='HAVE YOU HEARD THE MAIDEN STORY ?'/><category term='BOSS'/><category term='REMEMBERING J.C. PENNY'/><category term='GREEN OLIVES and BANANAS'/><category term='COWBOYS HAVE WASHDAYS TOO'/><category term='NEW BOY'/><category term='TALK TO US PLEASE.   sam'/><category term='WAY BACK WHEN GREYHOUND BUS DRIVER'/><category term='WAY BACK IN THE 1930s  WHEN an OKIE'/><category term='FIND END of RAINBOW'/><category term='REMEMBERING  LIVING  VETERANS'/><category term='THAT WAS WAY BACK'/><category term='YEARS  - -  NOT DOLLARS'/><category term='PRAY WITHOUT CEASING/  CALL ON THE NAME OF THE LORD'/><category term='MR.GOOGLE'/><category term='MARY JANE&quot;S GRANDMOTHER ERMEY'/><category term='PLEASE CLUE US IN'/><category term='TRYING TO JOIN BLOGSPOT'/><category term='BEST TO CHEW TOBACCO WHEN HAULING COTTON'/><category term='TRYING AGAIN TO JOIN.'/><category term='SMILE AND THE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU.'/><category term='QUICK ENTRY TRANSFER FROM AOL'/><category term='ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY'/><category term='ROBBING  HONEY BEES'/><category term='living up on SIOUX CIRCLE MT.  75 YRS. OLD THEN'/><category term='lets go possum hunting tonight'/><category term='TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THESE ENTRIES ?'/><category term='ROSE FROM YARD'/><category term='CUT and PASTE from OLD AOL ENTRIES'/><category term='OUCH'/><category term='TRY'/><category term='GOT UP EARLY TO SEE IT'/><title type='text'>http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7474072408392974428</id><published>2009-05-07T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:12:26.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PIE IN SKY SALE</title><content type='html'>SPEND BIG AND SAVE BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      PIE IN SKY SALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A NEIGHBOR LADY WITH FINANCIAL PROBLEMS AS ARE MOST OF US, SAW A SALE AD ON SHOES. 70 % OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    SAVE 20 DOLLARS. TOLD THE CLERK, I ALSO WANT TO BUY ALL THESE OTHER THINGS WITH THE 70 % OFF TAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  THIS IS GREAT, SAVING SO MUCH MONEY. I SUPPOSE THIS IS THE METHOD USED BY OUR PRISEDENT SAVING THOSE BILLIONS HE KEEPS TELLING US ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  SPEND MORE AND THE SAVINGS PILE UP.  sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7474072408392974428?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7474072408392974428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7474072408392974428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7474072408392974428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7474072408392974428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/05/pie-in-sky-sale.html' title='PIE IN SKY SALE'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4519713193566479508</id><published>2009-05-02T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:34:49.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOS ON FIRST</title><content type='html'>AS A KID HEARING ADULTS TALK, ONE EXPRESSION REMEMBERED, THIS OR THAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN PIGS FLY. EVIDENTLY THE PIG FLEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSIBILITY HERE FOR A POET TO COMPOSE A SKIT COMPARABLE TO THE GREAT ONE OF BASEBALL'S WHOS ON FIRST. COME ON POETS, GIVE IT A TRY. sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4519713193566479508?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4519713193566479508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4519713193566479508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4519713193566479508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4519713193566479508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-on-first.html' title='WHOS ON FIRST'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6155469051995744121</id><published>2009-05-02T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:37:27.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD'S TOMATOS</title><content type='html'>TRIBUTE TO 'DAD' WHITE, A LOYAL AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt;(to dad in google blogspot entries, dads tomato garden journal) Saturday, May 02, 2009&lt;br /&gt;DAD, I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER TOMATO VINES BACK IN THE OLD DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE NOT THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT HAVE LIVED ON A FARM IN YOUNGSTER DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;BIG GARDEN DAYS BEGAN WITH OUR FAMILY WHEN I WAS ELEVEN YEARS OLD, THE 'GREAT DEPRESSION' BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;DAD LOST EVERYTHING BEING IN HOUSING CONSTRUCTION. MOVED TO THE COUNTRY AND WITH LARGE RICH GARDEN AREA AND MY DAD'S KNOW HOW, WE HAD WONDERFUL GARDENS AND A CORN FIELD WORKED WITH A TEAM OF HORSES AND FARM TOOLS OWNED BY A NEIGHBOR. TRADED WORK.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A SURPLUS WHICH THERE WAS NO DEMAND FOR. PROBLEM WAS HAVING MONEY TO BUY FLOUR, SUGAR BAKING POWDER AND LARD AND OF COURSE COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;BIG PATCHES OF TOMATOS. NO FANCY NAMETHEN. LITTLE YELLOW 'PEAR' TOMATOS, RED 'CHERRY' TOMATOS AND THE DELICIOUS COMMON RED ONES OF VARIOUS SIZES.&lt;br /&gt;CHICKENS AND PIGS LOVED ANY TOMATOS PLACED IN THE PIG TROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN STILL REMEMBER WALKING THROUGH THE TOMATO PATCH EARLY MORNING, HEAVY DEW AND THE SMELL OF THE DISTURBED BRITTLE TOMATO VINES.&lt;br /&gt;SOME VINES BROKE OFF AND SEEMED TO RENDER THE PLANTS MORE PROLIFIC. LATER IN THE DAY THE HOT SUN BROUGHT THE PLANTS TO LIFE AND MOTHER CAME WITH BASKETS TO FILL FOR 'CANNING'. SHE ALREADY HAD WATER BOILING ON THE OLD WOOD BURNING KITCHEN RANGE AND WOULD 'PUT UP' DOZENS OF JARS OF THE DELICIOUS TOMATOS.&lt;br /&gt;DEAR OLD MOTHER, SWEATING OVER THAT KITCHEN RANGE. SHE LOVED TO 'DO' FOR FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;NOW IN THIS PRESENT DAY, 'DAD'S TOMATO GARDEN JOURNAL' IS A GREAT HELP TO THOSE HAVING A DESIRE TO GROW FINE TOMATOS.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DAD. sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6155469051995744121?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6155469051995744121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6155469051995744121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6155469051995744121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6155469051995744121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads-tomatos.html' title='DAD&apos;S TOMATOS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6613380002787293175</id><published>2009-04-30T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:00:48.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ID  THEFT</title><content type='html'>REMEMBERING BASIC TRAINING AT LAUREL MISSISSIPPI DURING WORLD WAR 2. SMALL TOWN, WONDERFUL PEOPLE TREATED US LIKE THEIR OWN SON. I WAS IN AN ARMY AIR CORPS SQUADRON, TOTAL ABOUT 300 TROOPS. THIS WAS NEW TO COUNTRY BOYS SUCH AS I. I WAS IMPRESSED BY THE NEATNESS AND HABITS OF SEVERAL FELLOWS AND ONE IN PARTICULAR. THIS PARTICULAR ONE WOULD NEVER CALL HIS GIRL FRIEND UNTIL FINISHING SHAVING, SHOWERING, SHAMPOO AND APPLYING A VERY LIGHT FRAGRANCE THAT I SUSPECT THAT LADIES WERE ATTRACTED TO THOUGH HAD VERY LITTLE ATTENTION FROM BUDDIES. WE ALL LIKED THIS FELLOW AND SOMEONE ASKED HIM IF SHE WAS BLONDE OR BRUNETTE ? THAT QUESTION SORT OF OPENED HIM UP. MORE QUESTIONS FROM ONE GUY WHICH SHOULD HAVE RAISED A RED FLAG, BUT NO AS HE FINISHED POLISHING UP, EVEN TOLD US EXACTLY WHERE SHE WAITED FOR HIM TO GET OFF THE BUS THAT CAME FROM THE POST TO THE DOWNTOWN BUS STOP. THEN CAME THE MOVE TO USE A DIRTY TRICK AS MEAN AS MODERN IDENTITY THEFT. AFTER THE NEAT ONE MADE THE CALL TO THE GIRL FRIEND, THAT NO GOOD CHARACTER THAT HAD 'PUMPED' FOR INFORMATION WENT OUT AND JUMPED IN A TAXICAB AND WENT RIGHT TO THE BUS STOP AND THERE WAS THE NEAT GIRL FRIEND WAITING. THE NO GOOD CHARACTER TOLD HER THAT HE HAD SAD NEWS, HER FRIEND HAD JUST BEEN CONFINED TO POST AND ASKED HIM TO MEET THE GIRL AND EXPLAIN THINGS AND POSSIBLY ENTERTAIN HER THIS EVENING. OF COURSE SHE WAS DISAPPOINTED ,HOWEVER SPENT SOME TIME WITH HIM, LEARNING NEXT DAY OF HER FRIEND WAITING AT THAT BUS STOP FOR HER AND WORRYING ABOUT WHAT MAY HAVE HAPPENED. NO, WE CANNOT BE TOO CAREFULL OF DIVULGING INFORMATION. sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6613380002787293175?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6613380002787293175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6613380002787293175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6613380002787293175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6613380002787293175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/id-theft.html' title='ID  THEFT'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7235176733471052301</id><published>2009-04-28T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:30:40.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BRESNAN</title><content type='html'>HAD BRESNAN INSTALLED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;                         SORT OF EXPERIMENTING WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;                                     HOPING TO 'CATCH ON' TO HOW THINGS WORK.&lt;br /&gt;                                             MY PHONE WILL RING WHEN ON THE INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      PHONE BILL PAID BY BRESNAN THEY TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;                                                            TELL ME IF YOU THINK I MADE A MISTAKE.   sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7235176733471052301?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7235176733471052301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7235176733471052301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7235176733471052301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7235176733471052301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/bresnan.html' title='BRESNAN'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7351617298484282780</id><published>2009-04-24T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:04:49.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAY WITHOUT CEASING/  CALL ON THE NAME OF THE LORD'/><title type='text'>VARIOUS DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          APRIL 24  2009  , 89 YEARS OUR LORD WITH ME  24/7.&lt;br /&gt;   HAS ANYONE EVER ASKED, DO YOU PRAY IN YOUR DREAMS ? WELL, I AM NOT ASKING EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;    SHOULD WE PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS FOR SINFUL DREAMS ?&lt;br /&gt;         PROBABLY SO EVEN THOUGH MOST OR ALL OF US CANNOT  CONTROL THE SUBSTANCE OF OUR DREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;    IF ANY OUT THERE HAVE THE GIFT OF 'JOSEPH' TO INTERPRET DREAMS, PLEASE SHARE BY OFFERING TO INTERPRET.&lt;br /&gt;      NOW WE KNOW THERE ARE 'EXPERTS' CONCERNING THIS, AS THERE ARE MANY PREDICTIONS OF THE FUTURE THAT ARE COMPLETELY WRONG WHEN FOLLOWED UP ON.&lt;br /&gt;         JUST SITTING HERE DAYDREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph And Pharaoh's Dreams (type this in the keyword). JOSEPH'S BROTHERS LEARNED THE TRUTH. (read old testament account).&lt;br /&gt;    PRAY FOR GOD TO CORRECT TODAY'S HIDEOUS EVILS. sam&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7351617298484282780?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7351617298484282780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7351617298484282780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7351617298484282780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7351617298484282780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/various-dreams.html' title='VARIOUS DREAMS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7061240431374591302</id><published>2009-04-20T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:03:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDENING IN YEAR 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Monday, April 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING DAD. GOOD TO TALK WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN SEEING HERE AND THERE IN THE NEWS SOME SUGGESTIONS FOR PLANTING A GARDEN.&lt;br /&gt;DOING SO BY ENOUGH PEOPLE COULD HELP LOWER THE PRICE OF GARDEN PRODUCTS. ALSO MIGHT TAKE OFF SOME BELLY FAT.&lt;br /&gt;AT THE MARKET, TAKE OUR CHOICE OR BUY BOTH IF NOT TOO FINANCIALLY EMBARRASED, THE BAKING POTATO ONLY ONE DOLLAR EACH AND ALREADY WRAPPED IN FOIL, SPECIAL TODAY ON THIS PRICE AS IS TOMATOS, ALSO ONLY ONE DOLLAR EACH.&lt;br /&gt;TRUE, THERE ARE THOSE WHOM NEED NOT QUESTION THE PRICE, OTHERS OF US THAT CONTINUE TO STOOP OVER TO PICK UP A PENNY FROM THE FLOOR, SEE THOSE PRICES AND THINK WHY NOT PLANT A GARDEN. START A COMPOST CAGE TO RECEIVE THE COFFEE GROUNDS, VEGETABLE PEELINGS AND CRUMBS SWEPT FROM THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TO HAVE A GARBAGE PAIL OR FOR THE POLITICALLY CORRECT A COMPOST PAIL AND DAILY EMPTY THE CONTENTS INTO THE COMPOST CAGE WHICH IS IN IT'S PLACE IN A CORNER OF THE GARDEN.&lt;br /&gt;A BEGINNER MIGHT SAY, WHAT DO WE DO WITH THE COMPOST AFTER IT HAS MATURED ? (HOPEFULLY SOMEONE HAS TOLD THEM IT MUST BE KEPT MOIST AND PUNCHED AROUND DOWN IN THERE). COMPOST BECOMES FERTILIZER, ENHANCED BY A SPRINKLING OF COMMERCIAL FERTILIZER OCCASIONALLY.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE HOPEFULLY MILLIONS OF NEW GARDENERS MIGHT BE ON THE WAY TO PRODUCING TOMATOS SUCH AS SEEN ON DAD'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;HTTP://TOMATOGARDENINGWITHDAD.BLOGSPOT.COM/&lt;br /&gt;NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO GET OUT THERE AND PREPARE FOR THAT BOUNTIFUL GARDEN. sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7061240431374591302?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7061240431374591302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7061240431374591302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7061240431374591302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7061240431374591302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-in-year-2009.html' title='GARDENING IN YEAR 2009'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-2226326580174957410</id><published>2009-04-13T15:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:09:53.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PIRATES</title><content type='html'>Monday, April 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;MICRO MANAGING ? PERMISSION TO SHOOT ? PERHAPS JUST TALK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A VETERAN OF WORLD WAR 2 IN THE SOUTHWEST PACIFIC, AM WONDERING ABOUT THIS STUFF OF OUR NAVY FIGHTERS CALLING OUR COMMANDER IN CHIEF TO GET PERMISSION TO SHOOT THE ENEMY ? ADMIRERS OF PRESIDENT OBAMA PRAISING HIM FOR HIS DECISION TO ALLOW SHOOTING THE PIRATES.&lt;br /&gt;MY MEMORY TELLS ME THAT WE NEVER WERE REQUIRED TO CALL PRESIDENT FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT FOR PERMISSION TO SHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT HAVING AN EXECUTIVE ORDER TO MILITARY PERSONELL SAYING, WE TRUST YOU, DO YOUR JOB ? sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-2226326580174957410?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2226326580174957410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=2226326580174957410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/2226326580174957410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/2226326580174957410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/pirates.html' title='PIRATES'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5632536469427634567</id><published>2009-04-06T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:27:42.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW PREVENT SLAUGHTER ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE SAID IT BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, WHO EVER LISTENS TO ME ? MANY OF WE CITIZENS ARE WELL QUALIFIED TO HANDLE A HANDGUN SAFELY. MANY WOULD BE WILLING TO CARRY A CONCEALED WEAPON.&lt;br /&gt;SURE, WE HAVE THE BLEEDING HEART TYPE PEOPLE THAT WANT MORE GUN LAWS WHEN ANOTHER KILLER GOES BERSERK.&lt;br /&gt;CONCEALED WEAPONS IN HANDS OF PEOPLE WILLING TO SAVE LIVES COULD DO JUST THAT, SAVE LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN AWFUL WASTE TO NOT BE LEGALLY USING GUN EXPERTS TO CARRY A CONCEALED WEAPON OF CHOICE FOR THE PURPOSE OF HELPING PREVENT THE ONSLAUGHT OF INNOCENT PEOPLE HELD HOSTAGE AND USED FOR TARGET PRACTICE WHILE THE MURDER DOES THE CARNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY, SEEING ON T V, POLICE OR WHATEVER, FROM BEHIND A VEHICLE AIMING THEIR RIFLES TOWARD THE BUILDING FROM WHICH IS COMING THE SOUND OF THE GUNSHOTS KILLING HOSTAGES INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS SO STUPID AIMING THOSE RIFLES AT THE BUILDING, HEARING THE GUNSHOTS INSIDE AND OUT THERE HUNKERED BEHIND A VEHICLE and aiming that high powered rifle.&lt;br /&gt;YES, CONCEALED WEAPONS CAN HELP SAVE MANY LIVES AND WILL IF OUR LAWMAKERS WILL STEP UP AND PREPARE THE WAY. sam&lt;br /&gt;http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5632536469427634567?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5632536469427634567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5632536469427634567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5632536469427634567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5632536469427634567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-prevent-slaughter.html' title='HOW PREVENT SLAUGHTER ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4042034400114033596</id><published>2009-04-05T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:58:16.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS BEING ABLE TO GO TO WAL-MART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TRYING TO GET STRONG AFTER A 'STROKE'.&lt;br /&gt;   MISSING VISITING WAL-MART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up , T V was on, had been napping. No harm.&lt;br /&gt;     A sales promoter promoting, put me in the mood&lt;br /&gt;to go to Wal- Mart, my favorite store.&lt;br /&gt;   Being the day after Thanksgiving, feeling good,&lt;br /&gt;put my socks on and teeth in, counted my money&lt;br /&gt; and soon on the way.&lt;br /&gt;     Greeted by Derral , a Wal - Mart good neighbor,&lt;br /&gt; recently had a nice 'write up 'of U S Navy service&lt;br /&gt;   during World War 2 . In the Southwest Pacific .&lt;br /&gt;          On into the store and in an aisle ahead was a&lt;br /&gt; commotion going on , at first appeared that a man&lt;br /&gt; might be trying to fight off 'killer bees '.&lt;br /&gt;      No, on closer observation he was talking on a cell phone , people trying to keep out of arm's length&lt;br /&gt;  and the motions were so emphatic that the person&lt;br /&gt; at other end of phone line could somehow be&lt;br /&gt;receiving image of that arm motion.&lt;br /&gt;   Then when up closer could plainly see he was using that newly invented 'camera ' phone. I wonder&lt;br /&gt; if I  could afford one ?&lt;br /&gt;     I  never realize the need for so many things until&lt;br /&gt; walking those aisles at Wal- Mart. Especially the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen ware department.Newly invented devices.&lt;br /&gt;    Paul is correct,you could'nt have a better neighbor.       sam     canon  city  colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4042034400114033596?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4042034400114033596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4042034400114033596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4042034400114033596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4042034400114033596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-being-able-to-go-to-wal-mart.html' title='MISS BEING ABLE TO GO TO WAL-MART'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7535075772095290779</id><published>2009-04-05T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:33:19.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET WILD STRAWBERRIES</title><content type='html'>TO PAULA IN THE GOOGLE BLOGSPOT&lt;br /&gt;WILD STRAWBERRIES&lt;br /&gt;PAULA, SO MANY VARIETIES OF STRAWBERRIES.&lt;br /&gt;THE SUPER DELICIOUS, THE WILD ONES OF EASTERN OKLAHOMA. SOUTH SLOPING HILLSIDES COVERED WITH SMALL FLINTROCKS, BERRY VINES GROWING UP THROUGH THE ROCKS. LAST DAYS OF APRIL THE PLANTS BLOOM AND AS BERRIES DEVELOP THE SUNSHINE REFLECTS FROM THE FLINTROCKS AND BERRIES TURN RED AND RIPEN.&lt;br /&gt;SMALL SASSAFRASS TREES HERE AND THERE AFFORD SOME SHADE OVER THE BERRIES. SMALL BERRIES, NEVER LARGER THAN A CONCORD GRAPE. SOFT SWEET STRAWBERRIES. THESE CONDITIONS MAY BE FOUND ALSO IN ARKANSAS AND MISSOURI IN THE OZARK MOUNTAINS AREA.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENJOYED THE PLEASURE OF LIVING IN ALL THREE STATES IN WHICH CULTIVATED STRAWBEYRRY FIELDS ARE COMMON, STILLWELL OKLAHOMA CLAIMING TO BE STRAWBERRY CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;WE OKIES SORT OF CHUCKLE TO OURSELVES WHEN SEEING ON DISPLAY IN STORES THE BIG ROUGH LOOKING STRAWBERRIES THE SIZE OF GOLF BALLS, LIGHT COLORED SEEDS PROTRUDING AND IF BRAVE ENOUGH TO BUY AND TAKE HOME THOSE MONSTER BERRIES, NOT A SPECIAL TREAT THOUGH PERHAPS IS BETTER THAN NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW I REMEMBER THOSE LITTLE SWEET SOFT WILD STRAWBERRIES. sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7535075772095290779?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7535075772095290779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7535075772095290779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7535075772095290779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7535075772095290779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-wild-strawberries.html' title='SWEET WILD STRAWBERRIES'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4669730064486255317</id><published>2009-03-31T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:10:26.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;GOLD&lt;br /&gt;THE WORDS 'FORT KNOX' CAUSES ME TO THINK OF GOLD. WAY BACK 'THEN' WHEN EVERY DOLLAR WAS BACKED BY GOLD, PRESIDENT FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT BY EXECUTIVE ORDER HAD ALL GOLD COINS TURNED IN AND RECEIVED PAPER IN RETURN, ENDING 'GOLD STANDARD'.&lt;br /&gt;PAPER MONEY COULD RECEIVE SILVER IN EXCHANGE. IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD OUR FAMILY LIVED IN, EASTERN OKLAHOMA FLINTROCK HILLS, VERY LITTLE NOTICEABLE CHANGEB IN EVERYDAY LIVELIHOOD. THE COINS WE SAW WERE ONES HANDED US AT THE 'CREAMERY' AT THE SMALL TOWN OF LOCUST GROVE IN RETURN FOR THE CREAM BROUGHT IN A HALF GALLON SYRUP PAIL. EGGS TOO, AFTER BEING 'CANDLED' BROUGHT 12 CENTS PER DOZEN.&lt;br /&gt;YEARS LATER WHILE FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT WAS SERVING FOURTH CONSECUTIVE TERM AS PRESIDENT OF THESE UNITED STATES, WE COUNTRY BOYS FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL (NOT MODERN YET EXCEPT FOR ELECTRICITY).&lt;br /&gt;WAR CLOUDS DRIFTED ALL THE WAY FROM EUROPE AS PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT DECLARED, 'NO AMERICAN MOTHER WILL SEE HER SON FIGHTING ON FOREIGN SOIL'. SENSIBLE PEOPLE KNEW THAT HITLER MUST BE DEFEATED.&lt;br /&gt;SO INTO THE MILITARY SERVICE WE YOUNG ONES WENT, EUROPE OR THE SOUTHWEST PACIFIC, ALSO THE AREA WHERE SARAH PALIN CAN SEE RUSSIA FROM ALASKA.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER MY COUPLE OF YEARS IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC DURING THE WAR, RETURNED AS MOST GOOD 'OKIES' DID AT THAT TIME, RETURNED TO OKLAHOMA. THAT IN 1945. MR. ROOSEVELT DIED WHILE IN OFFICE. HIS LEGACY IS INTERESTING AND HAS MUCH CRITICISM. (CHECK HIM OUT ON KEYWORD).&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO GOLD. FOLLOWING WORLD WAR 2, MANY AMERICANS WERE VERY CONCERNED OF THE TACTICS THAT FRANCE WAS USING TO DRAW FROM OUR GOLD SUPPLY IN FORT KNOX. THE SITTING PRESIDENT WAS ALLOWING IT TO HAPPEN. GOLD IS MUCH IN THE NEWS NOW. HOPEFULLY WE WILL NOT DISCOVER THAT DURING THE PAST 50 YEARS THAT WE HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WHILE ON GUARD DUTY AT ENTRANCES TO THE FORT KNOX GOLD STORAGE.&lt;br /&gt;IF ANY OF OUR CONGRESS PEOPLE HAVE BEEN 'SERGEANT OF GUARD' CONCERNING FORT KNOX, IT COULD BE A CAUSE FOR WORRY. sam&lt;br /&gt;http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4669730064486255317?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4669730064486255317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4669730064486255317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4669730064486255317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4669730064486255317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gold.html' title='GOLD'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4748099837005068365</id><published>2009-03-25T15:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:05:42.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REMEMBERING J.C. PENNY'/><title type='text'>PLATTER RECORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           PLATTER RECORDS AND RECORD PLAYERS, IMPORTANT TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   POPULAR SINGERS DURING MID CENTURY, MOST RECENT CENTURY OF COURSE, A NOTICABLE EXCITEMENT COULD BE OBSERVED IN DEPARTMENT STORES NEAR THE ENTRANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       LIVING IN TULSA AT THAT TIME, I ENJOYED VISITING THE J.C.PENNY STORE ON MAIN STREET NOT FAR FROM THE GREYHOUND BUS STATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    THIS PARTICULAR STORE WAS THE FIRST OF THE LARGER STORES HAVING BEEN BUILT BY MR.PENNY, AND OFTEN THERE WOULD BE MR.J.C. PENNY STANDING BY THE STAIRWAY LEADING TO THE SECOND FLOOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     A VERY NEAT MAN HE WAS AND A GENEROUS HEAD OF WHITE HAIR, GREETED CUSTOMERS AND FRIENDS SUCH AS I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    NOW THE EXCITEMENT NEAR THE ENTRANCE WOULD BE ON THE DAY OF A PLATTER RECORD BEING RELEASED FOR SALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      ASSIGNED THE JOB OF DEMONSTRATING THE NEWLY RELEASED PLATTER WOULD BE A PRETTY YOUNG LADY OF COURSE WEARING THE ADVERTISED ATTIRE OF THE DAY. J.C. PENNY KNEW ALL THE TRICKS OF THE TRADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      YES, YOUNG FOLKS, THATS THE WAY IT WAS AS T.V. EVOLVED FROM THE SNOWY SCREEN AND MANY DIALS AND RABBIT EARS DRAPED WITH FOIL RE-ARRANGED BY ONES WITH MORE EXPERIENCE OF GETTING A MORE CLEAR PICTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      GRANDMA COULD TELL MORE OF HOW THE DISPLAYS WERE IN THE PENNY STORES AT THAT TIME .A LARGE COUNTER FOR DISPLAYING PATTERNS. MOST FAMILIES USED A SEWING MACHINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      AS TIME SEEMS TO PASS SO FAST, TWAS NOT SO LONG AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                                                sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4748099837005068365?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4748099837005068365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4748099837005068365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4748099837005068365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4748099837005068365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/platter-records.html' title='PLATTER RECORDS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-657755595643586509</id><published>2009-03-23T12:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:17:09.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNS OF TIMES</title><content type='html'>SIGNS OF TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;BURMA SHAVE&lt;br /&gt;HOW LONG SINCE YOU HAVE SEEN A BURMA SHAVE SIGN ATTACHED TO THE TOP OF A FENCE POST ?&lt;br /&gt;A GOOD BET THAT MANY YOUNG FOLKS HAVE NEVER SEEN A BURMA SHAVE SIGN ALONG AN OLD TWO LANE ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBERING BURMA SHAVE SIGNS THE MOST FOR ME WAS ALONG OLD HIGHWAY 66 BETWEEN BRISTOW OKLAHOMA AND ARCADIA OKLAHOMA. IN THE ERA OF THE 20s, 30s AND 40s THE AVERAGE WIDTH OF A STATE HIGHWAY RIGHT OF WAY WAS ABOUT 50 FEET. THE SLAB WHERE PAVED OR BLACK TOPPED WAS ABOUT 17 FEET WIDE TO ACCOMODATE TWO WAY TRAFFIC , OF COURSE THAT MEANT MEETING ONCOMING CARS, TRUCKS AND BUSES WITH ONLY INCHES BETWEEN VEHICLES WHEN MEETING AND PASSING.&lt;br /&gt;DROPPING OFF THE SLAB COULD MEAN A ROUGH RIDE UNTIL RECOVERING. TALL WEEDS COULD BE GROWING RIGHT UP NEXT TO THE SLAB. 'FREE RANGE' ANIMALS STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE SLAB. THIS GROWTH SELDOM MOWED BY THE HIGHWAY DEPARTMENT. MAINTAINANCE WAS REGULATED BY LOCAL POLITICS. THE UNKEMPT AREAS HAD TRASH FROM YEARS BACK, UNLIKE TODAY'S TRASH, NO PLASTIC BAGS AND SUCH FROM FAST FOOD PLACES.&lt;br /&gt;THE MOM AND POP STATIONS WHICH WERE THEN FREQUENT HAD FOR SALE TIRE AND TUBE PATCHING KITS, CRACKERS AND SARDINES, SODA POP IN THE LARGE GLASS BOTTLES WITH THE OLD ROUGH CAPS THAT REQUIRED AN OPENER AND ALSO FOR SALE WAS WATER BAGS OF CANVAS MATERIAL AND COULD BE FILLED FREE IF YOU DREW WATER FROM THE WATER WELL OUT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;THE REST ROOM WAS FARTHER ON BACK AT THE END OF A WELL WORN PATH.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I AM NOT HAVING YOU BELIEVE THAT ALL OF OKLAHOMA WAS LIKE THIS DURING THESE TIMES. SOME PARTS WERE SLOW TO CATCH UP.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, POLITICS MADE THE DIFFERENCE. LOOKING BACK NOW, THE GREAT DEPRESSION DURING MOST OF THE 1930s, WAS A SLOW TIME, HOPING FOR THINGS TO GET BETTER AND MAKING DO WITH WHAT WE HAD, EXCEPTIONS BEING AS IN THESE MODERN TIMES, GOVERNMENT EMPLOYEES WERE NOT LIVING IN FEAR OF BEING 'LAID OFF'. ONE OF THE MOST SECURE WAS A POSTAL JOB. A NEIGHBOR WAS A RURAL DELIVERY EMPLOYEE WHOM DELIVERED MAIL AROUND OUR COUNTRY SIDE USING A BIG BEAUTIFUL BUGGY HORSE AND FANCY BUGGY. BAD WEATHER NEVER STOPPED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;IF MEMORY IS CORRECT, A FIRST CLASS STAMP WAS TWO CENTS IN 1930. PENNY POST CARD ONE CENT. OATS FOR THE BUGGY HORSE FOR A BUSHEL WAS TWELVE CENTS. CORN ON THE COBB ABOUT THE SAME.&lt;br /&gt;SO IS IT NOT UNDERSTANDABLE MY 'MULLING OVER',HOW MUCH IS A TRILLION DOLLARS ?&lt;br /&gt;BURMA SHAVE MAN, TELL US. sam shafer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-657755595643586509?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' title='SIGNS OF TIMES'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/657755595643586509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=657755595643586509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/657755595643586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/657755595643586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-times.html' title='SIGNS OF TIMES'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-9216207216192886513</id><published>2009-03-20T11:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:42:02.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD DANGER EXPERTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   What a relief now to know that an outspoken food expert has proclaimed that salt is'nt really bad as has been accused. all those years thinking my life was being shortened because of addiction to salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Good old Granny Gage whom helped feed me when a baby, (she lived to be about 90),  introduced me to the pleasurable taste of salt on ripe tomatos when I was learning to walk as she led me around. Back then about 87 years ago , I suspect that few people feared salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     However, there were many that feared ripe tomatos. Never heard of that ? That is true. Don't know which Era of time it was though that a man announced that he would on the Public Square eat a red ripe tomato to prove they were not poison. I had heared my dad tell that story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Back to Granny Gage, I learned to believe her about food because especially the gravy she made was so delectable. Using ham or bacon grease, browning the flour to perfection, a touch of onion, generous black pepper, touch of garlic and I was hard to stop from eating that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Did you say salt too. Of course though she left that to us in addition to the salt she had sprinkled on.  Oh the smell of that while cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Other Modern Experts now agree that Sugar is not a killer. Why be a fearful victim to food experts ? Of course use moderation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     No I am not an expert though if it tastes good I will eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another thing important to remember, aside from an imbalance in our body system, it may not be WHAT we eat that makes us overweight so much as the amount we eat, so have a nice LIFETIME.   sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-9216207216192886513?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://satit-baldy.blogspot.com' title='FOOD DANGER EXPERTS'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9216207216192886513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=9216207216192886513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9216207216192886513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9216207216192886513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-danger-experts.html' title='FOOD DANGER EXPERTS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5583364612086374794</id><published>2009-03-05T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:11:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS TIME THE SHOVEL?</title><content type='html'>SHOVEL READY ?&lt;br /&gt;SO WERE WE TEEN AGE BOYS THEN, FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;BACK DURING THE 'GREAT DEPRESSION'.&lt;br /&gt;DROUTH AND DUST STORMS.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A TIP FROM ME ABOUT SHOVELS. GET TO THE JOB EARLY SO AS TO GET ONE OF THE LONG HANDLE SHOVELS.&lt;br /&gt;TOO TIRESOME TO LEAN ON A SHORT HANDLE SHOVEL.&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPERTS COME IN WITH A TRIPOD AND PLUMB BOB, MEASURE OFF A SIX FOOT SQUARE, THEN ONE OF SEVERAL OF THE TWO MAN CREWS BEGIN DIGGING. ONLY ONE WORKS AT A TIME, THE OTHER LEANING ON HIS SHOVEL.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN FINISHED, THE HOLE WILL BE SIX FEET DEEP, THEN INSPECTED BY THE PLUMB BOB CREW.&lt;br /&gt;PASSING INSPECTION, THE ORDER TO REFILL THE PIT. THERE HOWEVER IS A PROBLEM. TOO MUCH DIRT. IT WILL NOT ALL GO BACK IN.&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO WORRY. PRESIDENT FRANKLIN HAS EXPERTS TO SOLVE THESE PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;OUR PRESENT PRESIDENT NOW THREE GENERATIONS LATER HAS BIGGER PROBLEMS. HIS SHOVEL READY APPOINTEES HAVE PLANS AND A PRINTING PRESS. ONE PROBLEM IS FINDING AN APPOINTEE THAT WILL STICK.&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY REMEMBER THE RECENT HOWARD COSELL ? HE COULD ANNOUNCE A PRIZE FIGHT TO RADIO LISTENERS AS IF THE GUY BEING BEATEN TO A PULP WAS THE WINNER. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE OUR NEW PRESIDENT ?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 05, 2009 sam CANON CITY COLORADO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5583364612086374794?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5583364612086374794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5583364612086374794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5583364612086374794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5583364612086374794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time-shovel.html' title='THIS TIME THE SHOVEL?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5216358103051311586</id><published>2009-03-04T09:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:32:25.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living up on SIOUX CIRCLE MT.  75 YRS. OLD THEN'/><title type='text'>IGLOO BUILT YEAR 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/Sa63OFoVbdI/AAAAAAAAADk/HhnlSdkFwjs/s1600-h/IGLOO++and+my+DOG+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309382463373798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/Sa63OFoVbdI/AAAAAAAAADk/HhnlSdkFwjs/s320/IGLOO++and+my+DOG+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IT WAS GREAT LIVING UP ON THAT MOUNTAIN. BUILT THIS LITTLE IGLOO IN THE YEAR 1995,  ONLY 75 YEARS OLD THEN AND FAIRLY HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;   THIS MOUNTAIN IS 15 MILES SOUTH OF CANON CITY COLORADO.  NEW MODERN HOME, 8500 FEET ALTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;      SUCH A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE. COULD SEE THE AREA OF WESTCLIFFE COLORADO BELOW 15 MILES SOUTH AND WEST. LOOK UP WESTCLIFFE COLORADO ON THE KEYWORD.&lt;br /&gt;     NEAR MY MOUNTAIN HOME WAS THE 'GENERAL STORE, OWNED BY AUDREY AND JACK SLATER, ALONG THE OAK CREEK GRADE ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;    ALWAYS GOOD TO VISIT  FOR 7 A M COFFEE AT THE GENERAL STORE AND LEARN 'THE LATEST'.&lt;br /&gt;     HAVE A NICE ETERNITY.   sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5216358103051311586?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' title='IGLOO BUILT YEAR 1995'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5216358103051311586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5216358103051311586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5216358103051311586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5216358103051311586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/igloo-built-year-1995.html' title='IGLOO BUILT YEAR 1995'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/Sa63OFoVbdI/AAAAAAAAADk/HhnlSdkFwjs/s72-c/IGLOO++and+my+DOG+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-9074387514831045193</id><published>2009-03-03T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:22:43.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COPY OF COMMENT TO CARLENE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://horseshoebend2.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-and-fluffy-stuff.html?showComment=1236102420000#c3388496468324629953"&gt;March 3, 2009 9:47 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=7740608894802354771&amp;amp;postID=3388496468324629953"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c6518193354742463764"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780" rel="nofollow"&gt;baldy&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;CARLENE, ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL ENTRY.DURING THE GREAT DEPRESSION, MY FRESHMAN YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL, BEFORE OUR TIME OF SCHOOL BUSES, WALKING OVER THREE MILES TO THE SMALL HIGH SCHOOL AT LOCUST GROVE OKLAHOMA, AT TIMES DURING SNOWSTORMS, TOWN STUDENTS LOOKED UPON US WITH AWE WHEN ARRIVING AT THE SCHOOL AND MAKING ROOM NEAR THE HUGE COAL HEATING STOVE.PERHAPS WE WERE ACTUALLY TUFF. THE ONE DAY BEING ABSENT DURING THE FOUR YEARS,A SOPHOMORE, DAD WOULD NOT LET ME GO BECAUSE OF HAVING A FROSTBIT EAR THE DAY BEFORE.YOU MIGHT SAY, WHY DID'NT DAD TAKE YOU ? WE DID HAVE A CAR, AN OLD 8 CYLINDER BUICK, WHEELS STILL BEING MADE WITH WOODEN SPOKES. DAD HAD PAID 30 DOLLARS FOR IT AT A USED CAR LOT IN TULSA. THE CAR WAS GUARANTEED TO BE USED.NO, DON'T GO, DAD SAID.THE TEMPERATURE WAS 15 BELOW ZERO AND TO DRIVE THE OLD BUICK WOULD HAVE REQUIRED TO FILL THE RADIATOR WITH HOT WATER, PUMP UP A COUPLE OF TIRES AND EVEN THO WITH A WEAK BATTERY, IT WOULD HAVE STARTED BECAUSE OF THE LONG DOWNGRADE FROM THE HOUSE.YOUNG FOLKS NOW MIGHT NEED AN EXPLANATION OF STARTING A CAR BY 'COMPRESSION' , LETTING THE 'CLUTCH' OUT WHILE CAR IS MOVING FORWARD.YEARS LATER, MARRIED, SEVEN CHILDREN AND LIVING IN SPRINGFIELD MISSOURI, NEXT DAY AFTER A HEAVY SNOW, OUT IN THE YARD BUILDING AN IGLOO.YES,AND THERE IS AVAILABLE SNOW BLOCK 'FORMS' OF PLASTIC. PACKED WITH SNOW CREATES A BLOCK FOR USE IN MAKING AN IGLOO.WITH CHILDREN'S HELP ONCE MADE AN IGLOO TWELVE FEET IN DIAMETER AND COULD STAND UP INSIDE.SOME OF MY OLDER ENTRIES SHOW IGLOOS THAT I MADE AFTER THE CHILDREN WERE GONE. MADE ONE AS LATE AS 1995. I WILL TRY TO PLACE A PHOTO OF ONE OF THE IGLOOS IN A FOLLOWING ENTRY.BACK TO CARLENE'S SNOW DOWN SOUTH, WE LOVE TO READ YOUR STORIES OF YESTERYEAR. sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-9074387514831045193?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' title='COPY OF COMMENT TO CARLENE.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9074387514831045193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=9074387514831045193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9074387514831045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9074387514831045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/copy-of-comment-to-carlene.html' title='COPY OF COMMENT TO CARLENE.'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-8427360229479801618</id><published>2009-03-01T14:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:31:55.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets go possum hunting tonight'/><title type='text'>PERSIMMON BLOOM HONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;KATH WHETTED MY APPETIRE FOR PANCAKES AND MEMORIES OF THE OZARKS DURING THE GREAT DEPRESSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FOLLOWING IS THE COMMENT SENT TO KATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOT CAKES WITH HONEY(PERSIMMON BLOOM HONEY).IN THE OZARKS OF EASTERN OKLAHOMA, ALL OF ARKANSAS AND MISSOURI ARE PERSIMMON TREES, WHITE BLOOMS COME OUT IN SPRING AND WITH WORK OF BEES PRODUCE A WONDERFUL FLAVORED HONEY.IN THE FALL THE FRUIT DEVELOPS INTO A FIRM GREEN COMPOSITION WHICH HAS A SOUR PUCKERING TASTE.HOWEVER AFTER FROST THE FRUIT IS TRANSFORMED INTO A SHRIVELED YELLOWISH TAN COLOR AND SUCH A DELICIOUS TASTE.ONLY A SMALL AMOUNT OF 'MEAT' ON EACH FRUIT AND BLACK SEEDS ARE LARGE.WE HILLBILLY BOYS WERE EXPERT ON GETTING THE SWEET PART.OPOSSUMS LOVED THEM TOO.WHEN YOU GO OPOSSUM HUNTING, GO TO THE PERSIMMON GROVES,(AT NIGHT).sam&lt;br /&gt;01 March 2009 09:20&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : BAKED POSSUM IS VERY GOOD TOO. sam shafer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-8427360229479801618?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' title='PERSIMMON BLOOM HONEY'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427360229479801618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=8427360229479801618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8427360229479801618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8427360229479801618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2009/03/persimmon-bloom-honey.html' title='PERSIMMON BLOOM HONEY'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-3799969382924235827</id><published>2008-11-29T21:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:00:01.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To All---My daughter is writing this for me....</title><content type='html'>Tough luck has overcome me. I've been in the hospital about a month now with a stroke. I'm doing good with therapy. It doesn't seem like a month but I haven't had a chance to be on google and my daughter is writing for me. This message is sent because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want you to think I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; all of you.  I am looking forward to going home.  Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-3799969382924235827?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3799969382924235827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=3799969382924235827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3799969382924235827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3799969382924235827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-all-my-daughter-is-writing-this-for.html' title='To All---My daughter is writing this for me....'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7564713002933914767</id><published>2008-10-24T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:48:57.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YEARS  - -  NOT DOLLARS'/><title type='text'>MILLIONS AND BILLIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQH8Y_b_dSI/AAAAAAAAACU/0QzYHY2A9RE/s1600-h/VIEWING+MOUNTAINS+OCT.+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763346021348642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQH8Y_b_dSI/AAAAAAAAACU/0QzYHY2A9RE/s400/VIEWING+MOUNTAINS+OCT.+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years ago, whether millions or billions, geologists can only estimate, this area around Canon City Colorado was affected by the WILL of GOD, one of the results a generous formation of Rocks which supposedly brought on the name ROCKY MOUNTAINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many different kinds of rocks. The entrance to the 'SKYLINE DRIVE' which follows the ridge of a mountain west of Canon City, entrance having an Arch of Stone, rocks from every State of the U.S. at the time of construction. (type keyword SKYLINE DRIVE CANON CITY COLORADO) this built by use of prisoners and sledge hammers making small rocks out of big ones. Mule Teams too, long before the modern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;machinery as we know it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond Skyline Drive is a valley thru which has U.S. Highway 50 and on out of these foothills to more Western States. Up from that Valley is a taller mountain easily seen from Canon City which has a Stone Quarry of Rose Colored Marble. (a major industry here). The Colorado State Capitol Building at Denver has much of the Marble from this Quarry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD'S Will produced many diverse types of rocks. Abundance of Limestone, Gravel of different Colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course other States have these things too. Arkansas State and those surrounding it has FLINTROCK. Most of the Flint arrowheads have been found by now. The Cherokee Indians of Oklahoma were experts at making Flint arrowheads. A slow unique process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to show a photo of the Rose Color Marble Quarry. sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7564713002933914767?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7564713002933914767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7564713002933914767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7564713002933914767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7564713002933914767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/millions-and-billions.html' title='MILLIONS AND BILLIONS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQH8Y_b_dSI/AAAAAAAAACU/0QzYHY2A9RE/s72-c/VIEWING+MOUNTAINS+OCT.+2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5782304201491007389</id><published>2008-10-23T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:17:22.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN OLIVES and BANANAS'/><title type='text'>Back during Bus Driving Days</title><content type='html'>Yes, Sam took his Wife Mary Jane  and 4 year old Son to St.Louis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI&lt;br /&gt;The old Greyhound Bus Station in St.Louis adjoined a huge fruit market. In fact if the sidewalk was included, the incoming Greyhound Buses must drive thru part of the fruit market before unloading the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;     Crates of oranges and baskets of fruit placed dareingly near to the area in which the right front wheel of the bus must pass.&lt;br /&gt;     On occasion, as accidents do happen, a crunch and out across the sidewalk rolled the fruit, some to be mashed by the rear dual wheels as the bus continued in. Then the yelling and tearing his hair of the fruit manager. Forgetting to speak English momentarily, then shows a Greyhound official, now using English with hand talk how careless that Greyhound driver was to tumble a fruit basket.&lt;br /&gt;       Inside the fruit market were various sections, imported dried fruit, candied peels, bakery products, a pickle department. Fish too, live or cleaned on demand. A huge fascinating place.&lt;br /&gt;        One day a Greyhound driver had taken his wife and eldest son for a trip to St. Louis from Springfield Missouri. The eldest son was four years old. The driver had brought the Schedule bus up from the garage to drive back to Springfield, silverside bus, this being back in the 1950s, those old buses having no restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;       With about a half hour to spare, the driver and wife and boy decided to visit the fruit market. Right off the boy saw those jars of green olives with the bright red on one end of the olive, his favorite. The mother knew he would be thirsty after eating the olives and said no, you would drink too much water and no restroom on the bus. Just eat one of those bananas your dad is offering you. Then the tantrum. Boy following dad, thinking he would give in. The driver held the boy in one arm while he cried and struggled and the sack of bananas in his other hand,&lt;br /&gt;    Dozens of people watching, the wife had retreated a few steps and an alert observing lady pointed at the driver and said, I've been watching that bus driver eating those bananas and the boy has'nt even had one. He should be reported.            sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5782304201491007389?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5782304201491007389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5782304201491007389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5782304201491007389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5782304201491007389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-during-bus-driving-days.html' title='Back during Bus Driving Days'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-430475869461315547</id><published>2008-10-23T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:07:05.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THESE ENTRIES ?'/><title type='text'>Another from AOL Archives - CUT and PASTE</title><content type='html'>Hopefully , AOL journal friends will transfer archives to Google.&lt;br /&gt;     Only a few days left 'til November.      sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CONTENTED COWS&lt;br /&gt;Farm boys way back then did'nt really need therapy, busy doing what comes naturally, happy to be healthy and alive.&lt;br /&gt;   The  'food experts' had'nt yet surfaced, so we country boys ate it if it tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;    Mid-morning, Springtime, drop the tools for a few minutes and go sit under a shade tree by the fence dividing the field from the cowpasture. Those contented milk-cows had lain down, also in the shade, pleasantly chewing their 'Cud'.  Their What you might say ?&lt;br /&gt;      A  Cud , in event you don't know, could be a sizeable chunk of chewing tobacco, being rolled around in the jaw of a chewer. With a milk-cow it is a ball of food that has been retrieved from her First Stomach. She has two stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;    Sitting there in the shade watching her cough up a cud that was one of several assimilated during the early morning grazing. A City boy seeing that , might think the cow had the hiccups. Not So.&lt;br /&gt;    People can also enjoy their cud, whether it be a grisley old guy with his chew or in contrast, a beautiful young lady chewing that gum at slow, medium or fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;    We don't need two stomachs though. One is ample to maintain our weight. Sometimes a diet might be a good help. So many different kinds of diet by various experts.&lt;br /&gt;      Learned of another diet just yesterday, indirectly, was just an innocent bystander, they did'nt even know I heard. You can learn a lot that way. Careful with this diet was the word. Possible to lose too much weight too fast. Simple and easy liquid diet.&lt;br /&gt;    Prune Juice. Eight Ounces early morn' on empty stomach.   sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-430475869461315547?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/430475869461315547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=430475869461315547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/430475869461315547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/430475869461315547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-from-aol-archives-cut-and-paste.html' title='Another from AOL Archives - CUT and PASTE'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-8004652349392102022</id><published>2008-10-23T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:49:52.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUT and PASTE from OLD AOL ENTRIES'/><title type='text'>ENTRY from AOL ARCHIVES</title><content type='html'>If any Google Bloggers are wondering how to transfer entries from AOL to Google Bloggers, this entry you are reading is an example.&lt;br /&gt;   Cut and paste from AOL archives and place it here into the Google Post.&lt;br /&gt;        AOL archives may also be transferred to WORDPAD or MY DOCUMENTS.   Once in place in Wordpad, make a disc for permanent record.&lt;br /&gt;   This entry  'Old Tulsa' is one of four years of AOL entries of my journal which  had the title,    SAM SAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;OLD TULSA&lt;br /&gt;During the 'Oil Gusher'days in the Tulsa area,the late 20s, Tulsa was not a large city. Our family lived at 7th and Harvard, pretty well on the east edge of town.&lt;br /&gt;   Farther east was Sheridan Hills beginning to develop, if memory is correct that area was called White City. I remember it because the developers were handing to car occupants each a small box of marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;    Just west of our house was the Tulsa University, on 7th street, then on down the hill was Kendall Grade School.&lt;br /&gt;      The electric streetcar went out to the University, then the conducter would get out and move that overhead apparatus around and connect the pully wheel back under the electric wire. From that point to the Kendall Grade School was downgrade, making it necessary to use the brakes.&lt;br /&gt;   One Halloween night an innocent looking little girl that lived just across from the school used up a bar of that homemade lye soap greasing the streetcar tracks, rendering the brakes to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;   Faster and faster, rocking to and fro, jumped the tracks at the foot of the hill, turning left and onto the school yard .Rough ride though did not overturn. That innocent looking little girl told the investigators that the passenger's heads were sure bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;      Not far from there was the Whittier Square, combination of businesses and residences. Perhaps the most popular was the Circle Theater, had began showing some 'Talkies'. The huge Organ to this Day remains as does the 'movies' service.&lt;br /&gt;    On your computer,if interested, type Tulsa Circle Theater for a very interesting and informative report of it's restoration.&lt;br /&gt;    Nearby was the Circus Grounds where Famous performances took place. Also the farmer's market. Once during Peach season dad and I were at the farmer's market, hopefully he would buy a watermelon. A truck stopped near us and was loaded with peaches , could smell them as he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;    That peach truck driver looked at dad and kept looking, then walked up to dad and said, when we finished loading these peaches in Grand Junction, you must have known a shorter route thanI to get here ahead of me. Dad said, that was my 'look alike' brother in Grand Junction that helped you load those peaches.&lt;br /&gt;         So in October 1929, the Crash of Wall Street helped bring on the Great Depression of the 1930s. That was when we moved to Chouteau to four rooms and a Path.        sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-8004652349392102022?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8004652349392102022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=8004652349392102022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8004652349392102022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8004652349392102022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-from-aol-archives.html' title='ENTRY from AOL ARCHIVES'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6566666122884874616</id><published>2008-10-22T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:40:19.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUICK ENTRY TRANSFER FROM AOL'/><title type='text'>TRANSFER FROM AOL TO GOOGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Here is an example of a quick way to transfer entries from AOL to Wordpad or to MY DOCUMENTS.  CUT AND PASTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      EASY AS EATING APPLE PIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFER FROM AOL JOURNAL TO WORDPAD&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Greyhound Driver Name of GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;This account sent to my friend John Adams, a retired Greyhound Driver whom also server in Official Capacity during many years with Greyhound. John now lives in Plano Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Hi John,&lt;br /&gt;The 'shortcut' expression reminded me of a Greyhound driver name of GOODNIGHT that took a shortcut with a Scenicruiser loaded with 43 people sleeping soundly along with driver GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;John , you read an entry that I made of this on my journal and told me then that you did'nt know him. That driver was a character. An older fellow when being hired. Very sociable, part time preacher if needed to fill in if a need arose. A lady in Miami Oklahoma presented him with a brand new pickup truck after a Sermon.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight was a great friend of the Governor of Arkansas and had went Fox Hunting with him taking Goodnight's dogs, several times.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the SHORTCUT, before the Interstate on Tulsa to Dallas Route, South of Durant Oklahoma was a long 'horseshoe' shaped curve in the highway that was a result of the track formed in the horse and buggy days. Fairly level ground and for some reason the old timers in charge of planning had not utilized a strait thru path like driver GOODNIGHT created that night.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, no serious injuries though everyone woke up. Goodnight was out looking to see if there was damage to the bus which now was back on the road at the other side of the 'shortcut' when along came a State Trooper.&lt;br /&gt;Of course Goodnight must make an accident report and in it was a commendation from the Oklahoma Trooper for doing such a good job getting across that expanse and back up on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;John, lots of memories, right ? sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6566666122884874616?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6566666122884874616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6566666122884874616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6566666122884874616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6566666122884874616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/transfer-from-aol-to-google.html' title='TRANSFER FROM AOL TO GOOGLE'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-3104833351382536844</id><published>2008-10-20T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:12:51.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST TO CHEW TOBACCO WHEN HAULING COTTON'/><title type='text'>COTTON WAS A "CASH CROP BACK THEN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COTTON GIN&lt;br /&gt;Back in the era of the 'honey harvest' described in the last entry there were thousands of small farmers tilling the soil. Cotton was one of the crops that could produce some cash after a season's work, planting and caring for it to maturity.&lt;br /&gt;     Soon after the honey harvest experience our family moved out to the edge of the small town, rented a place that had a couple acres of rich garden soil. We planted various vegetables canned and prepared for the coming winter. Besides having a surplus of good vegetables, the fence rows had numerous sand plum trees loaded with fruit. Mother filled dozens of jars with plum butter and jelly made with blackberries which were plentiful, growing wild.&lt;br /&gt;       Near our home a Company decided to build a new cotton gin. Many area farmers raised cotton, especially the ones having a houseful of kids. The Cotton Gin construction began and was looked forward to because it would save a seven or eight mile trip in cotton picking time. Hauled by team and wagon.&lt;br /&gt;     Work progressed nicely as the framework of the Gin was half completed. While standing in our yard I heard the Gin framework crashing to the ground. An unexpected windstorm.&lt;br /&gt;    It was a setback though the Company official declared he rebuild and be in operating condition for cotton picking time. That he did, having extra crews helping.With the first big heaped up big load of cotton picked and loaded, along came a neighbor, mules stepping right along on the way to the Gin, big Henry sitting up there smoking that corncob pipe, waving as he passed by.&lt;br /&gt;      Everyone around cotton country including big Henry knew that it was a No  No to smoke near a load of cotton or in a cotton Gin.&lt;br /&gt;     When a load of cotton is burning it is very secretive. No smell or indication it is on fire. That mysterious flame quickly sweeps over the surface and bides it's time to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;    Those old time Gins had a unique unloading system. The mules are driven in pulling the wagon, stopped in a position so the wagon may be tipped up to slide the cotton out. A bale of cotton weighed 500 pounds and a large wagon load could make a bale.&lt;br /&gt;       We kids were working in the big garden, at least dad had told us what to be working on. We spent a lot of time just sitting in the shade though one of us would always watch to see if dad was coming and give the alarm to start working.&lt;br /&gt;      I was the one watching and saw rolling smoke coming out of the new Cotton Gin. I told the other kids and as we watched, out of the drive on the exit side of the Gin came those mules with old big Henry really laying reins leather on them. That corncob pipe had been the dirty culprit and the unloading commotion had caused the flame to generate and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;     The Gin burned to the ground and big Henry suffered a singed beard and the mules singed tails.&lt;br /&gt;   Cottonseed can be used to make Gunpowder.         sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-3104833351382536844?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3104833351382536844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=3104833351382536844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3104833351382536844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3104833351382536844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/cotton-was-cash-crop-back-then.html' title='COTTON WAS A &quot;CASH CROP BACK THEN&apos;'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7018452547452215691</id><published>2008-10-20T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:05:04.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROBBING  HONEY BEES'/><title type='text'>READY FOR ANOTHER STORY FROM WAY BACK ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONEY HARVEST&lt;br /&gt;Fox News this A:M  showed a man bare arms and legs,thousands of honey bees clinging to him, supposedly to win world record for having most bees clinging to him.&lt;br /&gt;     Fox asked for more Bee Stories. Then came a memory.   3 generations ago, my brother and I,  13 and 9 years of age were new in a neighborhood of very poor people, rural area after Wall Street Crash in October,1929.&lt;br /&gt;   Most everyone was hungry . We were invited to be at a honey harvest at Sundown. We arrived, with our pans, the older boys already had the 'bee smoker' going. I stood back while my 13 year old brother was anxious to taste that honey and learn more about 'honey harvest'.&lt;br /&gt;     The Owners had just moved,leaving the  Beehives. A friendly kid handed me my pan with a couple nice honey combs. It tasted  So Delicious. Now getting dark, looking for my brother, found him leaning against a tree , face in arms making gutteral sounds like I'd never heard before. I asked if he was ready to go home. He turned and it appeared as though he was holding a small red apple in his teeth. He was moaning and honey dripping out.&lt;br /&gt;      What a sight. All the kids laughing, except of course for my brother.   I grabbed my pan and headed for home so he would'nt see me laughing. He was as mad as a Rodeo Bull. His stung tung looked so awful.&lt;br /&gt;  Next day still mad and looking for someone to fight. I hung around dad fairly close for a day or two.            sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7018452547452215691?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7018452547452215691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7018452547452215691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7018452547452215691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7018452547452215691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-for-another-story-from-way-back.html' title='READY FOR ANOTHER STORY FROM WAY BACK ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5556551584542386092</id><published>2008-10-20T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:46:41.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAY BACK WHEN GREYHOUND BUS DRIVER'/><title type='text'>SECURITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY IN GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;Pat Nixon,wife of the President once visited Springfield Missouri without the President being with her. This was in the 1970s during Mr. Nixon's Term.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing so much security recently reminded me of Pat Nixon's visit when she stayed at the KENTWOOD ARMS. On your computer check out 'Kentwood Arms'.&lt;br /&gt;Being on the Greyhound Extra Board of Drivers, I was called to drive one of the two buses to transport Pat and the Group and now cannot remember details.&lt;br /&gt;However,I remember pulling up into the fancy drive of the Kentwood Arms and seeing Security Guards on the rooftops and dark suited secret service agents bumping into each other.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that Pat Nixon was now ready to leave town and the two buses would take Pat and traveling companions and the Press People to the Airport.Just as Pat Nixon was starting to get on my bus,two young ladies asked, which is the Press bus,and Pat pointed ahead and said,thats it up there and one of the secret service men escorted the girls and put them on the Press bus.&lt;br /&gt;Those girls had walked from the College Campus and right up to the buses,no invitation or authority. On the way to the Airport were armed Security Guards on every overpass and sometimes in-between.&lt;br /&gt;Through the guarded gate at the Airport and out to the waiting Plane on the Strip and as Pat Nixon got off my bus she saw the two girls carrying their Cameras and called to them,had a secret service man snap some photos with their cameras Pat with an arm around each of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Now this was an unbelievable SCOOP because the official Springfield News-Leader photographers were not allowed through that guarded entrance to the Airstrip. During this time the other bus pulled out and left the scene.My bus should be empty and all authorized people on the Jet Plane.&lt;br /&gt;Here came those girls walking fast,carrying those cameras,realizing their predicament.Incidentaly,all that were left on foot and not on the Plane were those girls and I. I motioned them to get in the bus and not necessary to tell them to get low and out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Next publication of the News-Leader were the Color Photos of the College girls embraced by Pat Nixon and searching for an explanation of how this thing could have came about.&lt;br /&gt;Young ladies such as those are to be admired.Even though there may have been a possibility of getting into trouble,they recognized the worth of such a Great Scoop,leaving the Professionals outside the guarded gate. It was a few days before this bus driver relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;sam canon city colo .  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title=''/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7714741481818641533</id><published>2008-10-15T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:08:26.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OUCH'/><title type='text'>PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;WARNING PAINS&lt;br /&gt;Those warning pains can be beneficial. Quite a while back when a small child, first time seeing a 'Steam Radiator',(ask great grandpa about Steam Radiators), the temperature was very cold outside at the town of Hayden Colorado, nearest to our Homestead, probably my first visit traversing the 12 miles with Dad in the Bobsled over the snow packed trail, entered the Livery Stable when arriving in town.&lt;br /&gt;Dad placed a Horse Blanket over each horse, perspiring after trotting the last couple of miles in spite of way below freezing temperature. It seemed warm in the Livery Stable compared to outside, after entering when the big sliding door was opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;Then across the street to the Mercantile Store,sort of like Wal-Mart on a very small scale, except no self service. Usually a Clerk was handed a list having been prepared before leaving home, having been added to for several days. Several chairs to sit in while the Store 'Help' filled the order. Samples of Cheese and Crackers, Dill Pickles and Cookies. Neighbors gathered there sitting around the big red hot Coal Pot Bellied Stove, putting out better heat than the Steam RRadiators,and each neighbor trying to tell the tallest tale. The trips were not frequent and Homesteaders took turns keeping the trail open after snowstorms.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I spotted that Steam Radiator and as most inquisitive kids would do, put my hand on the Radiator. Needless to say, no-one needed to tell me to take my hand off. A warning Pain.&lt;br /&gt;However, when we have the warning pain of Arthritis or other Ailments, it is not as easy to escape from as quickly as moving a hand.&lt;br /&gt;Parents would do well to explain to a child before their first trip to a dentist for a tooth pulling to not bite on the inside of the mouth even tho the biting produces no pain at the time.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was told and just not listening, learned that the pain taught a lesson, next tooth pulling by a dentist, don't bite inside the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;There are those whom are willing to suffer to enhance the Ego, such as Boxers, Football Players, other Sports, Skaters and Bikers with no Helment.&lt;br /&gt;We have a Choice. Sometimes it takes a while to decide on the right choice. A few never do. sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7714741481818641533?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7714741481818641533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7714741481818641533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7714741481818641533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7714741481818641533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain.html' title='PAIN'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-1988862707053857694</id><published>2008-10-15T13:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:49:45.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOT UP EARLY TO SEE IT'/><title type='text'>HARVEST  MOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPZJEn4hheI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAwAPM15im8/s1600-h/MOONSHINE+2008++OCTOBER+HARVEST+MOON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469958775997922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPZJEn4hheI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAwAPM15im8/s400/MOONSHINE+2008++OCTOBER+HARVEST+MOON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-1988862707053857694?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1988862707053857694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=1988862707053857694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1988862707053857694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1988862707053857694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/harvest-moon.html' title='HARVEST  MOON'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPZJEn4hheI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAwAPM15im8/s72-c/MOONSHINE+2008++OCTOBER+HARVEST+MOON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-8319879188244502413</id><published>2008-10-14T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:16:49.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REMEMBERING  LIVING  VETERANS'/><title type='text'>EX_PRESIDENTS OF THE U.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO-OPERATION&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Presidents Bush and Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;The elder President Bush and Bill Clinton are at this time (Tuesday, 14 October, 2008)working together to discuss the Gulf Coast Problems after the devastations of so much of the Gulf Coast by the recent hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;Ex- President BUSH is very impressive to me whom is near my age, and Mr. Bush served in World War 2 as a Combat Pilot, facing Enemy Combat Pilots.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, being a Veteran of World War 2 also and spent many months in the Southwest Pacific on the Ground Crew of the 110th Fighter Squadron, Fifth Air Force, had friends whom were our Pilots, 18, 19, 20 years old, younger than I. Mr. Bush was about that age, and in a different area.&lt;br /&gt;Those World War 2 Pilots are getting smaller in number as time seems to be fleeting as we become older. I continue to hold those Pilots in Awe as did during the times of World War 2.&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the flight line, joking with the Crew Chiefs, climbing up and into the P-39, P-40, both single engine Prop planes, 500 pound bomb under each wing and machine gun ammunition loaded by the Ordnance Soldiers, Rev up the engine and take off to attack a target that might only be a few miles away, return in a few minutes, up to the flight line for more bombs and Ammo' to be loaded and off for another attack. Our airstrips were near the island beaches.&lt;br /&gt;The planes often came back with bullet holes or shrapnel damage and the pilot looks it over and says, load 'er up and soon be off again.&lt;br /&gt;A sad time it was when the plane did not return. We owe so much gratitude to ones such as Ex- President Bush and to Senator McCain whom have given so much to the America that they Love.&lt;br /&gt;Ex- Presidents now working together to try to do good for Humanity, politics aside. sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-8319879188244502413?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8319879188244502413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=8319879188244502413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8319879188244502413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8319879188244502413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/expresidents-of-us.html' title='EX_PRESIDENTS OF THE U.S.'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5107739140408528005</id><published>2008-10-13T21:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:12:09.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COWBOYS HAVE WASHDAYS TOO'/><title type='text'>HAVE YOU SEEN THIS ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPQNTiDRjoI/AAAAAAAAABc/tcbN7Hz6cTU/s1600-h/DSC01537.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841294257426050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPQNTiDRjoI/AAAAAAAAABc/tcbN7Hz6cTU/s400/DSC01537.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5107739140408528005?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5107739140408528005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5107739140408528005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5107739140408528005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5107739140408528005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-seen-this.html' title='HAVE YOU SEEN THIS ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPQNTiDRjoI/AAAAAAAAABc/tcbN7Hz6cTU/s72-c/DSC01537.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-3502055869762878203</id><published>2008-10-13T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:59:57.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARY JANE&quot;S GRANDMOTHER ERMEY'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>This from BALDY  AKA   SAM   ( sayit)  , attempting to copy and paste a story of a Dear old Pioneer, GRANDMOTHER ERMEY.&lt;br /&gt;  This story is in 'My Documents'  and have several other stories , some telling of little Mary Jane, a grand daughter whom I married in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  GRANDMOTHER ERMEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    During my childhood our history books in school taught we students of the pioneers,not only of the 'Mayflower'anchoring near the harsh shores of 'New England'and the following Centuries,we learned of the Westward movement through the vast unknown.&lt;br /&gt;    Now to the ERA of the early 1900s,grandma Ermey was then a schoolchild in western Kansas. Graduated from the 8th grade of a one room school.&lt;br /&gt;     Her teacher Charles Ermey had told the students he would not be back for the next Fall Classes as he would be going to College full time to study to become a Pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;     Grandma Ermey's maiden name was Bertha India Shidler.Just before leaving for College,Charles Ermey asked the young Bertha Shidler to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;    They departed without goodby's to her family,whom would object because of Bertha's youth.Married now,Bertha studied along with Charles,helping and encouraging,also working a job to pay expenses,the months and years required for pharmicist position came to time for the qualifying tests.Bertha accompanied Charles to the Test Room,insisted in also taking the test and indeed passed with a slightly higher score than Charles.&lt;br /&gt;     Now with each having a nice income while working as pharmacists,looking forward to wanted babies,by now Bertha's dad's fears had subsided and all were happy.&lt;br /&gt;    Charles Ermey was offered and accepted a job of top salesman for a wholesale Drug Route.&lt;br /&gt;    Now in the 1920s,living in Tulsa,Oil Boom ongoing,bought larger house to accomodate the children,and even though had bought a 'Terraplane',an expensive car,kept the trusty Model-T Ford.&lt;br /&gt;     Bertha was one of those pioneer ladies that could handle just about any problem presenting itself.She told of the time driving the Model-T to Arkansas, 90 miles east of Tulsa,running low on gas when starting up Flint Creek Hill,the engine quit.The gas tank being under the seat,gravity flow to the engine,steep uphill and naturally the engine starved for gas.She knew this of course,so turned the car around with help of the friendly Okies that came along.No problem now,just back up the Flint Hill,only one half mile to the top.&lt;br /&gt;    During this pleasure tour was when Bertha bought 40 acres at the edge of Weddington Arkansas.She was traveling by herself on this trip.Very adept to making business deals on her own,arranged with a contractor to build a big nice barn on the undeveloped 40 acres.&lt;br /&gt;    Later when informed the barn was finished and ready for use,Bertha arranged for a family re-union at the barn and of course invited all the children and theirs to be there on the 4th of July,a few weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;    I loved to hear her tell about that re-union.From different States,some arriving a day or two ahead of time,brought bedrolls ,sleeping bags,mattresses and even complete bedsteads,staking their claim in the huge Loft.&lt;br /&gt;   Weddington's population of 40 increased to more than double by July 4th.For several years the'barn' was the location for family re-unions,however,some occasionally were down on their luck and just took up residence in the Barn,there to meet and greet weekend visitors that hopefully would bring a nice supply of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;     Years passed as they must,and in 1946 I married Mary Jane,Bertha's grand-daughter and Mary Jane was anxious for she and I to go see her grandma at the Barn.Tulsa was now in the past,Charles and her retired and enjoying life on the farm in the Barn which now had presentable living quarters downstairs and the upstairs remaining as the original with beds waiting for occasional weekend visitors.&lt;br /&gt;    Only one of Grandma's children was younger than I,even so they are all gone now,dear old Bertha Ermey living longer than some of her children.&lt;br /&gt;   I am certainly looking forward to the next re-union.&lt;br /&gt;        Monday, August 14, 2006     sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-3502055869762878203?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3502055869762878203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=3502055869762878203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3502055869762878203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3502055869762878203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostalgia.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-9012504589863333945</id><published>2008-10-12T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:09:27.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMILE AND THE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU.'/><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPI8FdULNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/32kh_PMrB88/s1600-h/DSC01546+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256329779561051586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPI8FdULNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/32kh_PMrB88/s400/DSC01546+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ABLE TO GET OUT OF BED ? If so, be happy about it. Thank GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-9012504589863333945?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/9012504589863333945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=9012504589863333945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9012504589863333945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/9012504589863333945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning.html' title='GOOD MORNING'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPI8FdULNcI/AAAAAAAAABM/32kh_PMrB88/s72-c/DSC01546+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-643799890568851460</id><published>2008-10-11T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:20:36.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY'/><title type='text'>ENJOYING THE SUNSETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPFewxUoXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/JcwERxUintM/s1600-h/MOSTLY+SUNSETS+OCTOBER+2008+012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256086432084680066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPFewxUoXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/JcwERxUintM/s320/MOSTLY+SUNSETS+OCTOBER+2008+012+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;October is great - not too hot - not too cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-643799890568851460?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/643799890568851460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=643799890568851460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/643799890568851460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/643799890568851460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/enjoying-sunsets.html' title='ENJOYING THE SUNSETS'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SPFewxUoXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/JcwERxUintM/s72-c/MOSTLY+SUNSETS+OCTOBER+2008+012+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-8071804606393146643</id><published>2008-10-08T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:58:05.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAVE YOU HEARD THE MAIDEN STORY ?'/><title type='text'>Another Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SO1_daJDLJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j2Au1qxgf4A/s1600-h/HAYFIELD++OCT.+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254996483421449362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SO1_daJDLJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j2Au1qxgf4A/s200/HAYFIELD++OCT.+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunset over the Indian Maiden Mountain, Canon City Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;                                    OCTOBER  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-8071804606393146643?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8071804606393146643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=8071804606393146643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8071804606393146643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8071804606393146643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-beautiful-day.html' title='Another Beautiful Day'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SO1_daJDLJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j2Au1qxgf4A/s72-c/HAYFIELD++OCT.+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-1413055129352359885</id><published>2008-10-08T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:16:35.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIND END of RAINBOW'/><title type='text'>RAINBOW in COLORADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOzSWEPYCBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZIYzIAAZuU/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254806141771712530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOzSWEPYCBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZIYzIAAZuU/s200/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    The end of this rainbow was not far from the backyard, just beyond the Hayfield.&lt;br /&gt;     Yes we have Hayfields in this neighborhood. Very unique and beautiful place to live. Foothills to the 'Rockies'. Grandfather Clause.  Concerning Farms the Grandfather Clause had in mind the Decendants of Grandpa, if continuing to carry on as Grandpa did, using horses, mules, raising crops such as the Hayfield, Truck Patches (various garden items), producing feed for the Chickens, Turkies, Pigs, Cows and whatever Grandpa had at the Farm is legitimate at this time.&lt;br /&gt;      Wonderful place to live. My abode is at the 'Royal Gorge Manor', tallest building in town, and Wal Mart , my favorite is a couple miles East, and when going to Wal Mart , pass by homes of neighbors whom are children and grandchildren of Grandpa and carrying on tradition of farming and having livestock as Grandpa did.&lt;br /&gt;      Tourists from large Cities find it hard to believe, seeing this admirable situation, theirselves not being allowed to have chickens or goats in their City Neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;      Next time on vacation, visit Canon City Colorado and see for yourself  the Lifestyle of good loyal Americans that are Tolerant and willing to make their own way.&lt;br /&gt;      However, I should add, there are other parts of town where there are restrictions, no chickens, areas where Grandpa Clause does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;     I prefer my part of town, love to smell the new mown hay (brings back memories of working in hayfields way back in last Century.       sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-1413055129352359885?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1413055129352359885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=1413055129352359885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1413055129352359885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1413055129352359885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainbow-in-colorado.html' title='RAINBOW in COLORADO'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOzSWEPYCBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZIYzIAAZuU/s72-c/DSC01334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7967486734224516933</id><published>2008-10-07T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:29:42.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALK TO US PLEASE.   sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR.GOOGLE'/><title type='text'>EVICTED -</title><content type='html'>EVICTED     ,  or is that the word for it ? The blog of my best friends have been blocked. New members.&lt;br /&gt;    Kath, the Lady that nicknamed herself 'Mother Hen'.&lt;br /&gt;          Helen, no better neighbor lives.&lt;br /&gt;                 Have been informed they are suspect of possible SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also received the notice of being suspect and followed their instructions to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,    Your blog at: http://sayitblogspotcom-baldy.blogspot.com/ has been identified as a potential spam blog.  To correct this, please request a review by filling out the form at http://www.blogger.com/unlock-blog.g?lockedBlogID=7901156681223205933    Your blog will be deleted within 20 days if it isn't reviewed, and you'll be unable to publish posts during this time. After we receive your request, we'll review your blog and unlock it within two business days. If this blog doesn't belong to you, you don't have to do anything, and any other blogs you may have won't be affected.    We find spam by using an automated classifier. Automatic spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and occasionally a blog like yours is flagged incorrectly. We sincerely apologize for this error. By using this kind of system, however, we can dedicate more storage, bandwidth, and engineering resources to bloggers like you instead of to spammers. For more information, please see Blogger Help: http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42577    Thank you for your understanding and for your help with our spam-fighting efforts.    Sincerely,    The Blogger Team    P.S. Just one more reminder: Unless you request a review, you won't be able to use your blog. Click this link to request the review: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/unlock-blog.g?lockedBlogID=7901156681223205933"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/unlock-blog.g?lockedBlogID=7901156681223205933&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is what we received and I answered the one ending with g and ?&lt;br /&gt;     Maybe this is a form of initiation. I have not been blocked yet, perhaps because of responding immeadiatly to the demand and received an e-mail form on which to plead my case. (I do want to belong).&lt;br /&gt;    I explained being 88 years old and mean no harm to anyone, really enjoy the Christian type entries of Kath , Helen and many others of AOL and in these very few days have had fellowship with Google bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;      I am feeling the Pain of those new members whom try to log in and Staring them in the face the Shocking Words.&lt;br /&gt;       Will I be next or have I been pacifying to the ones whom ' BLOCK' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         baldy          or  sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7967486734224516933?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7967486734224516933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7967486734224516933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7967486734224516933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7967486734224516933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/evicted.html' title='EVICTED -'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-1978556226621331495</id><published>2008-10-07T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:52:57.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLEASE CLUE US IN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOSS'/><title type='text'>JUST WHAT IS GOING ON ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopefully this message will be forwarded to top officials  at GOOGLE BLOGGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        These messages to new members of BLOGGERS can be devastating to people that have low tolerance to insinuating notices that the new member may be suspect of sending Spam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Something is AWRY here when new members are treated this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          Please, Mr.BLOGGERS,  Clue us in on what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              OCTOBER  7  2008        baldy       sam    &lt;a href="mailto:gravydogg55@aol.com"&gt;gravydogg55@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-1978556226621331495?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/1978556226621331495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=1978556226621331495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1978556226621331495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/1978556226621331495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-what-is-going-on.html' title='JUST WHAT IS GOING ON ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-5804987270482153838</id><published>2008-10-06T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:58:49.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAY BACK IN THE 1930s  WHEN an OKIE'/><title type='text'>SLOWLY LEARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am going to try to paste a page from wordpad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;  I often type in wordpad and paste in AOL. sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;BASEBALL&lt;br /&gt;Back during the early 1930s Chouteau Oklahoma had an outstanding baseball team.It consisted of several brothers and others,these small town boys had played baseball since young,the ball field out at the edge of town in a cow pasture.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Depression had began,money scarce,good low cost entertainment was had by watching the ball games.Chose up sides. However,one of the Chouteau residents knew one of the ball players with the Tulsa Oilers.&lt;br /&gt;An arrangement was made for an informal practice game,Chouteau playing the Tulsa Oilers,Coming to Chouteau on a Sunday afternoon. Quite a contrast.The Oilers in their uniforms,none of their baseballs wrapped with black tape and each player had a personal bat.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Chouteau players wore overhalls and hobnail shoes.Cowboy hats or straw hats.There was a net behind the catcher made of chicken wire stretched over sassafras poles.The mesh of the wire was the large size,occasionally trapped the ball,easy to knock out though with a small sassafras pole.&lt;br /&gt;The game got underway,each side scoring about the same,Oilers ahead by 3 or 4 scores in the 7th inning. What they did'nt realize was Chouteau was not using the best pitcher.He entered for the last two innings and Tulsa never got another hit.Chouteau crept ahead and won by three runs.&lt;br /&gt;Another game was scheduled and when the Oilers showed up for it they had left their uniforms in Tulsa and were wearing everyday clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Good sports they were.Brought enough hand me downs uniforms for two teams and several old gloves and baseballs and bats,&lt;br /&gt;Nice goodwill gestures though it did'nt seem they would ever win against Chouteau, even sometimes coming in midweek.Sundays the Tulsa team were scheduled with other cities.&lt;br /&gt;The Oilers finally won against Chouteau when the three Nickodemus boys were busy hauling hay.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could remember all their names.Some were the Crockett brothers,Jacksons,Anders, Gann,Rapers,&lt;br /&gt;Some of these Chouteau players were offered jobs playing with the Oilers.The pay was not attractive enough. sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-5804987270482153838?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/5804987270482153838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=5804987270482153838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5804987270482153838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/5804987270482153838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/slowly-learning.html' title='SLOWLY LEARNING'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-2190234060001788843</id><published>2008-10-05T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:10:33.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROSE FROM YARD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOmpNwBBD6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lB7LEmxiA8w/s1600-h/ROSE+AT+RGM+SEPT+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOmpNwBBD6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lB7LEmxiA8w/s200/ROSE+AT+RGM+SEPT+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916493996953506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just experimenting,trying to learn how to place a photo.&lt;br /&gt;    I have no idea why all the print was put up there.&lt;br /&gt;        was trying to show photo of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;            will I ever learn ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-2190234060001788843?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/2190234060001788843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=2190234060001788843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/2190234060001788843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/2190234060001788843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-experimentingtrying-to-learn-how.html' title=''/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SOmpNwBBD6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lB7LEmxiA8w/s72-c/ROSE+AT+RGM+SEPT+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-3923349918767644873</id><published>2008-10-04T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:47:23.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRYING AGAIN TO JOIN.'/><title type='text'>TRYING TO PUBLISH URL TO MY 'GOOGLE'</title><content type='html'>(this from 'samsays' AOL.)  Evidently I made a mistake when applying for this Google blogpost tho the mistake is allowing me reading my own posts (about 7), and friends are telling me that they cannot access my entries.&lt;br /&gt;    On my 'create post page' my URL shows :&lt;br /&gt;                              http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have tried for hours with willing help of AOL friends and cannot so far get things fixed so that Google Post friends can receive my entries.&lt;br /&gt;   Again, as said above, I can view all of my own post entries on google and can comment on other Google entries and read my comment made.&lt;br /&gt;    If any of you know the proceedure to delet all of mine completely and begin anew please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;      I cannot find an opening anywhere to delete it all.&lt;br /&gt;   An idea, perhaps I could copy and paste this page on a comment to a Google Blogger and at least my problem might be solved by a knowledgible member.&lt;br /&gt;                                                    baldy    ( samsays on AOL).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-3923349918767644873?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/3923349918767644873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=3923349918767644873' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3923349918767644873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/3923349918767644873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-publish-url-to-my-google.html' title='TRYING TO PUBLISH URL TO MY &apos;GOOGLE&apos;'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-8133311839844678115</id><published>2008-10-04T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:42:50.360-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='? - - ?'/><title type='text'>IS IT FIXED YET ?</title><content type='html'>STILL TRYING TO FIX THIS SO FRIENDS CAN ACCESS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       TO all, if you receive this, please tell me.   baldy   sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-8133311839844678115?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/8133311839844678115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=8133311839844678115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8133311839844678115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/8133311839844678115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-fixed-yet.html' title='IS IT FIXED YET ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4984935483160863179</id><published>2008-10-04T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:49:24.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRYING TO JOIN BLOGSPOT'/><title type='text'>satit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4984935483160863179?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4984935483160863179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4984935483160863179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4984935483160863179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4984935483160863179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/satit.html' title='satit'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6521133449288222928</id><published>2008-10-04T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:27:27.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRYING AGAIN TO JOIN.'/><title type='text'>HOW DELETE AND START OVER ?</title><content type='html'>This message to Google.&lt;br /&gt;      My attempt to join up has been un-successful. Can read my own posts tho friends cannot.&lt;br /&gt;    I would like to delete all and start over.   sam    (baldy).&lt;br /&gt;         Please help me to get a satisfactory blogpost going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6521133449288222928?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6521133449288222928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6521133449288222928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6521133449288222928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6521133449288222928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-delete-and-start-over.html' title='HOW DELETE AND START OVER ?'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-511911173548064721</id><published>2008-10-03T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:42:39.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>http://sayit.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sayit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sayit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;        baldy is trying to extend this URL which just made up in the last few minutes, am trying to learn the way to let friends know how to access my posts.&lt;br /&gt;      Just in the last couple of days have joined Google blogspot  and can read my posts though can others ?&lt;br /&gt;      Someone please tell me how to get this URL in the position to allow friends to read my posts.    baldy       (sam in the AOL journal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-511911173548064721?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/511911173548064721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=511911173548064721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/511911173548064721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/511911173548064721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpsayitblogspotcom.html' title='http://sayit.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6087994721271800668</id><published>2008-10-02T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:36:08.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THAT WAS WAY BACK'/><title type='text'>DAY of the OUTHOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSTALGIA&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Old Age motivates Thinking Back, remembering Happy Times and thinking of the many friends that have passed on to the 'Great Beyond'.&lt;br /&gt;Locust Grove Oklahoma in the edge of the Ozark Mountains, my home during High School Days and time of the Great Depression, had a wonderful Natural Spring of Pure Water. Two Springs in fact. One was in town (population 300), the other one half mile East and called 'Pipe Springs'.&lt;br /&gt;A few years of the Great Depression was accompanied by Drouth Years and fortunately the two Springs kept flowing tho did weaken in volume.&lt;br /&gt;The K.O.&amp;amp; G. Railroad (Kansas Oklahoma &amp;amp; Gulf),had tracks thru the downtown two blocks.&lt;br /&gt;During those Depression years a source of income to many was 'hacking ties', ties for Railroads. The ties were 8 feet in length, size 8" by 10".&lt;br /&gt;Ties made of White Oak timber were bringing highest price by the Tie Buyer and stacked in Rows next to the K.O.&amp;amp; G. Rails. Thousands of Ties.&lt;br /&gt;Hacked ties brought one dollar each which was the premium price compared to 'Sawmill' ties that had a rough finish and encouraged dampness. Hacked ties had the very smooth finish produced by the razor sharp blade of the Broadaxe handled by experts. Many of the Experts were Cherokee Indian Men whom enjoyed living in the Forests East of Locust Grove. Their Children were Classmates of mine during High School Days. Times before a Modern School was built. The Student body all twelve grades had 200 students. No Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;My High School Graduation year, 1937 was the last year of the using of the outside Toilets way back there in the corners past the ball fields.&lt;br /&gt;Time marched on as it must, World War 2, living among beautiful Beaches in the Southwest Pacific during the War, Marrying a beautiful childhood Schoolmate (Mary Jane), various jobs until settling down to a 32 year career driving buses for Greyhound Lines, retiring in year 1981, moving to Colorado (Canon City).&lt;br /&gt;In the 1970s a younger sister and I decided to attend an all School re-union at Locust Grove after all these years. Arriving there at the re-union was greeted by folks whom had been schoolmates, sometimes taking a little time to recognize because as you know, from slim to overly heavy can have an effect on appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Then 'scouting' around town, where is the Railroad ? No indication there had ever been a Railroad. The 18-wheelers had eliminated the use of small town Rail use.&lt;br /&gt;That wonderful Pipe Spring was still there, as was the friendships of so long ago and the Christian Faiths. We talked about the 'Brush Arbor' Meetings during the Depression years when during Summer Season we need not use the One Room Local School out there in the country, just construct a brush arbor with split logs and hay bales for seats.&lt;br /&gt;Were those the 'Good Old Days' compared to the Traffic Jambs of present day living ? sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6087994721271800668?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6087994721271800668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6087994721271800668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6087994721271800668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6087994721271800668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-of-outhouse.html' title='DAY of the OUTHOUSE'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-7612924402196673992</id><published>2008-10-01T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:13:47.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE SUMMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY TIME&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 01, 2008,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Summer is fading, days continue to be warm, though here in Colorado the nights can become quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the flies would prefer to be inside and especially if food is cooking. Somehow an occasional fly or two will find a way to get in.&lt;br /&gt;That happened just yesterday. No big problem. Went to get the fly swatter. Where is that fly swatter ? Should be there in it's place on the bookcase. No it is not there. In the meantime one fly is there on the window glass, very vulnerable and no fly swatter as the other fly lands on top of my bald head.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the bookcase I find the fly swatter and place it within reach, lean back and sip that coffee when here comes one and lands right on the fly swatter.&lt;br /&gt;More bothersome than back in the Old Days when flies seemed to be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;A memory of so many years ago when we herded flies out of the house. Though many had screens on the house, just opening the door to enter, there would be a few flies come right in.&lt;br /&gt;The time to herd the flies out of the house was just before mealtime. the younger of the children took turns as the 'doorkeeper'.&lt;br /&gt;Adults, with a teatowel in each hand, waving them not unlike modern cheerleaders wave the pom pons, drove the flies toward the door as the child opened the door and it looked like blackbirds going South for the Winter. baldy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-7612924402196673992?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/7612924402196673992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=7612924402196673992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7612924402196673992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/7612924402196673992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-summer.html' title='GOODBYE SUMMER'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-6099556639992504934</id><published>2008-10-01T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:22:22.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYING TO LEARN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:gravydogg55@aol.com"&gt;gravydogg55@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;    this is my aol journal  URL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayit   is  the google blog figure up on the left corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baldy     is the name  I gave for entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the proceedure to inform AOL journalist friends ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-6099556639992504934?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/6099556639992504934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=6099556639992504934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6099556639992504934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/6099556639992504934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-learn.html' title='TRYING TO LEARN'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977757262685800988.post-4280641898877002419</id><published>2008-10-01T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:49:37.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEW BOY'/><title type='text'>Walking a new path.</title><content type='html'>We've had our ups and downs with aol over the years and I have stayed with them.&lt;br /&gt;      A lot to learn for me, just how much of aol is being discontinued ? Is it only the Journals ? Some of you that are 'in the know' please tell me with a comment what to look forward to with aol.&lt;br /&gt;      Only a few hours ago got signed up with this blog program, so have quite a lot to learn.         sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977757262685800988-4280641898877002419?l=sayit-baldy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/feeds/4280641898877002419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977757262685800988&amp;postID=4280641898877002419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4280641898877002419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977757262685800988/posts/default/4280641898877002419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayit-baldy.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-new-path.html' title='Walking a new path.'/><author><name>baldy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617318230440722780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYzeZfmErkg/SQZzpj7DWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/JFXmV_QOeoc/S220/SamShafer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
