Slim and Franke

Slim and Franke

Saturday, November 18, 2017


And on a personal note, a friend brought me this rose.  She even took off all the thorns before giving it to me:-)

Thursday, November 16, 2017


My dear blog friends,

Tomorrow is the memorial service for my oldest nephew.  I have not talked about his death on my blog.  It is painful for me but more painful for my brother and sister-in-law.  

He was such a sweetie pie when he and his brother first became a part of our family.  They were foster children.  They were Kiowa Indians.  My brother and sil had been told that because the boys were from such a dark tribe, few Native Americans would adopt them.  They truly believed the boys would be with them for life. 

At the end of the first year the DHS took the older boy (age 6) and placed him with a Native American family where he could be with another brother.  That was difficult for my brother and sil.  They knew then that they could never let five-year-old Martin be taken from them and they began the court process to legally adopt.  

Martin was a scoundrel.  He would do anything and charm his way out of it.  I especially loved him and eagerly helped him out of every problem that I could.  But Martin's problems grew beyond clever pranks and running away from home.  

He married, had three beautiful children and two grandchildren.  But his marriage of 30 years could not survive Martin's drug and alcohol addiction.  

We all exhausted ourselves attempting to rescue Martin.  His two sisters did all they could but he used them as well.  Martin had found a few of his living Kiowa siblings and even they attempted to reach out to Martin.  Finally we all had to let go and let God.  

He surprised us by finally, at age 54, admitting he had a drug problem.  He checked himself into a rehab facility, went through detox, had an enjoyable evening at the facility drug free. His parents had both been able to tell him they were proud of him for the first time in years. That night Martin went to bed and died in his sleep. 

This morning I awakened wondering how can I get through this service?  My own children suffer for this oldest cousin whom they loved.  He was a rescuer to both of them at different times. 

I feel badly for turning my back on my nephew.  He called to me on several occasions but obtaining money was his ultimate goal.  His parents had to cut him off but my brother was the least successful.  He could not let go of his son. I feel guilty for my pain while Martin's parents are feeling their sorrow so very deeply.   

My most visual memory of my nephew Martin was picking him up at his elementary school.  He was on the football team and had been at practice.  The rest of the team was still on the field but Martin was in front of the school leaning on a pole in his uniform with a group of girls gathered around him listening to his stories.  

I pray dear Martin that you have found the peace of God that passes all understanding.  I will always love you.  
Martin was an amazing artist in every medium.

Monday, November 13, 2017


Question Of The Week 11-13-17

As you may have noticed I had a difficult time posting the comments to the main page.  This has happened once before and now I think I've figured it out so it won't happen again.

When you are ill, do you struggle on regardless or just curl up in bed?

I struggle on - I can't think of the last time I called in sick to work. (I only do that if throwing up is involved.)

If I admit I'm sick, then I'm really sick, and you'll find me under a bunch of covers shivering in bed.

Like Tabor said, I used to struggle on in my younger days. Now that my kids are grown and I'm self employed, I can afford to rest if I'm under the weather.

I struggle on. lol

I keep to myself...I keep to myself most of the time, anyway. Nothing much changes.

When younger with job and kids I struggled on. As I have aged, I just baby myself until I feel better.

I struggle on, I hate being sick so I rarely admit it when it happens, to myself or others ha ha

I'm rarely sick, but unless the illness is contagious or a debilitating migraine, I would probably just keep going.

I struggle on unless my illness calls for hospitalization:-)

I try my hardest to struggle on and dose myself up with painkillers.

Struggle on sounds more like something I would do. I do hop you are well, warm greetings to you.

Curl up in bed until it all goes away. I'm not that important

I try to rest if possible

Oh my, if I am sick I am really sick and can't get out of bed if I try. I just pile on blankets and sweat it out. And I want everyone to just leave me alone!

It depends...sick like the flu? I hit the couch. Sick like aches and pains...I struggle on. I have some kind of sciatica right now that is really hurting. But I stretch and stretch and try and walk it out. I can't take ibuprophrens or aspirin stomach lining has been eaten alive by those pills. So I have to tough it out.

Keep on going. Probably started once I had kids but endures now that they are out of the house and taking care of themselves. I figure I can suffer at my desk as easily as in bed. Honestly though, I have had little more than bad colds and flus so I cannot say I've been REALLY sick. I know people who didn't miss work through Chemo.....not sure if I'm that persistent.

Thankfully I'm hardly ever sick. Don't know I actually struggle on, or simply prefer to do something, think about something else.

When I worked for a living, I struggled on. Now days, as long as the animals are fed, walked and watered, I'm a snuggle weenie in bed till my health world rights itself.

A struggler. Almost always. Sometimes stupidly.


Friday, November 10, 2017


And on a personal note, my home is beginning to be wrapped in Fall beauty.

Wednesday, November 08, 2017


Elephants Child is providing our prompts this month in the Words for Wednesday writing challenge. All you have to do is write a story, poem, or whatever comes to mind. Use some of the words or all of the words.

If you join in leave a comment on Elephant Child's blog so everyone else can enjoy your addition.

This week's prompts are:

copper, explain, ill-fated, truck, neat, unite
branch, educated, tenuous, hum, decisive, notice

Here is my fictional story for this week:

MORE THAN A PRANK by Granny Annie

The two young men rushed in and out of the construction site. They threw the COPPER wire in the bed of the TRUCK. Their escape looked guaranteed. High-fiving as the pair traveled down the road, lights and sirens behind the truck brought their adventure to an end.

The Highway Patrol officer approached the vehicle and ask the pair to EXPLAIN all the items under a tarp in the back of the truck.  The boys should have known from the beginning of the adventure that it was ILL-FATED. What they thought would be a NEAT trick was not working out.

The robbers were placed in separate cars and it was obvious the authorities had no intention to UNITE the pair. The questioning began. Their explanations for their actions were TENUOUS.

These were not hoodlums thugs. They were from a highly EDUCATED, wealthy BRANCH of the community. It had been a lark for these thieves. They were bored and had heard that there was a rash of robberies taking place at construction sites around the city. Who would ever suspect them? And if caught, they could buy their way out.

There was a low HUM in the courtroom as the judge entered. Every one could see the DECISIVE look on his face. The guilty verdict gave NOTICE that persons of privilege would not be able to get away with such pranks. Both young men were sentenced to 90 days in jail and six months community service.

Monday, November 06, 2017


Question Of The Week 11-6-17

Have you ever needed stitches?

Back in the day before seat-belts in cars, I was standing in the seat at age three. My dad stopped short. I fell forward and hit the ashtray and sliced open my eyebrow. Lots of stitches for that but barely a scar. At age 12 I was walking on a wall and fell, cutting my knee to the bone. Stitches for that and have a scar.

Klutzy as I am, it's astonishing that I have never had stitches

Got hit in the head with a rock and had clamps when I was in elementary school and had stitches when I had a mole removed from my side, and when I had cancer removed from my nose, when I had female surgery and when my ankle was broken.

I believe I have had stitches, as a kid walked blindly into a dark room lined with empty bottles. Ouch. Warm greetings!


Oh my goodness, I could do a whole post on the number of times I got stitches as a kid, as the old saying goes "I have the scars to prove it."

It isn't hard to find mastectomy scars one the web. Mine is called a keyhole scar because it was a circle around the nipple and a straight line going toward my arm pit. It was done that way to spare my skin for the reconstruction that occurred immediately following the mastectomy. To do that an incision made leaving me with a scar that reaches from hip to hip. I don't know how many stitches I got that day. I never asked. My first thought when they woke me up was that it was too much, I wouldn't survive it.

For an accident? No. Following surgery and childbirth? Yes

Once when I was a teenager when I was cutting potatoes and another time when I was about 11 when I got hit on the head with a gym bag. 

I have broken a bunch of stuff but the only stitches have been surgery related. 

Feet. Often. And surgical stitches.

I have broken a finger and a toe, but stitches were all related to oral surgery and a C-section. 

Only after surgery. I have a big scar on my leg that I got as a girl - I’m sure it shoulld have been stitched, but my Mom put a bandage over it and called it good.

Yes...for under my left arm...up near my armpit...around 30 stitches from memory. The accident occurred in 1985.

It was night time, and had arrived home from a long day at work. I'd locked myself out of my house. It was a winter night and it was raining quite heavily.

I made a makeshift ladder out of shifty material and tried to climb through the kitchen window. The shifty material shifted, and so did I!! The hooked window latch caught my underarm and the rest is history. Off to the doctor's surgery I raced.

Fortunately, I had a thick, homemade, hand-knitted jumper/sweater on at the time...and it saved me from further damage.

When I was little I was knocked over by a bike, had my eyebrow are cut with a broken milk bottle, head cut with a stone but never needed sticthes. Had two children & yes I needed stitches! 

Well in surgeries for sure - but the only accident I needed stitches for was for my lip when I was little.

Just surgery stitches - that's it.

After an accident ... No.
After surgery and childbirth ... Yes

All the best Jan