Slim and Franke

Slim and Franke

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


We have pictures instead of words for this Wednesday.  Go over to Elephant Child's blog to read the details.  Here is my story and the photo I selected that was taken by Bill. These were offered for WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton.

It was an exciting day when we bought the old school house at an auction for $600. There were only a few bidders because not many wanted such a monstrosity. Could it ever be restored? Nevertheless, Ron started work immediately.

Day in and day out he would talk of the progress he was making and tell of the valuable items he was finding. He would clean those items up and bring them home for me to sell on eBay.

Ron would also tell of the man who would visit from time-to-time to observe the work. The man, standing at a distance, would not speak but he would nod. The rough old man seemed to be very interested in the success of the restoration. He would show joy and nod "yes" if he thought things were going well or he would nod his head "no" and storm off if he believed Ron was doing something wrong.

We never saw this old man around town. Inquiries were made but nobody seemed to know who he was. The man was tall and heavyset He wore overalls and a floppy straw hat. His attire was as strange as his actions and attitude.

As Ron's work progressed, I decided to research the history of the old school house. There were actually elderly residents in the town who had attended school there in the mid 1900's. The few who still had their mental faculties about them were able to recall happy moments playing and learning in the once sturdy building.

I was very joyful one day upon coming across an old woman who had a very good memory. She loved talking about the school because her husband Morris had been the caretaker/janitor for the school all his life. Morris took great pride in the upkeep of the school and loved the children who attended. He had died years before but his wife missed him every day. Morris was a tall, heavyset man who always wore overalls and a floppy straw hat.


Monday, June 19, 2017


Question Of The Week 6-19-17

What makes you feel safe?

It's a nice thought....'to feel safe'......I wonder how many of us do feel 'safe' anymore. I fool myself every night when I check the doors and windows into believing that now I am 'safe'. I change the batteries in the smoke and carbon monoxide detectors and tell myself now I am 'safe'. I keep emergency response numbers beside the phone so I can be 'safe'. The fire extinguisher in the kitchen screams out "you are 'safe' with me on the job". Everyone puts up their 'safeguards' but are any of us really 'safe'? When we feel the 'safest' is likely when we are most vulnerable.

Thanks a lot OSC. Now I don't feel safe anymore. LOL
Oh I AM sorry...I didn't meen o be a 'Debbie Downer'...really I didn't. I guess this latest spate of terrorism activities and natural disasters and horrible events caused by lack of human concern has kind of gotten me down. I shall rise above it. Dang it!!!!
That's okay. I was just kidding. I feel your pain...that goes around the world.

Interesting question. I thought about it and realized I am sometimes aware of a feeling of being unsafe but most of the time I am blissfully unaware of danger.
I felt that way in our small community for quite some time until suddenly we have had a rash of home robberies in the rural area near me.

I do what I can and put myself in God's hands and yes, I feel safe.

Excellent answer CITW. I try to do that also but sometimes it isn't east to let go and let God

The truth is that I rarely feel unsafe. I live in a town where most people never lock their doors. I can walk around alone at night and only meet friends. I do wear a road ID and I have roadside assistance, but beyond that, I generally always feel safe.

Good for you Lisa. Our town is small but is notorious for spawning robbers. Supposedly many generations.

What is safe? I probably am very pragmatic. I do what I need to do to be cautious but am fully aware it can all go to hell in a handbasket even if I am being very careful.

You are so right. I cannot list all the times my safety has gone to hell in a hand basket.
I am with Tabor. So much of what makes me safe (or more accurately unsafe) is out of my control. I do what I can, and live in hope...
Once a hostage in a bank robbery and once home alone while my home was being broken into, I know we are not safe, but I also felt a strong sense of safety regardless of the outcome.
I guess I feel safe too easily and am too trusting. We'll see if that works out.

It is better to be trusting but definitely being more and more difficult.
I've always felt safe, anywhere, anytime.
Until now. The upstairs tenant is bullying towards an elderly neighbor and generally disruptive causing anxiety among the rest of us.

After reading your blog post I know more of the story. This is a horrible situation and I pray it ends well and soon.

I don't think I ever feel safe given the circumstances of our society and the world. Violence can erupt anywhere at anytime. We do have a German Shepherd, an alarm system, and hubby and I have carry permits. These things only make me feel safer than I would feel without them, but I don't believe anyone is safe. 
It is a terrible kind of fear because I grew up without fear. We left doors unlocked and slept with windows open. I will never forget when my dad came home in a terrible sad state because he had to lock the church for the first time in his many years as a preacher. The year was 1961.

I grew up in Manhattan (early '60's) so we've always felt a need to take matters into our own hands in order to feel as safe as we could be. That included a series of deadbolts, locked doors at all times, a healthy vigilance, etc.

We moved to Florida in 1968 and our Florida relatives joked about us locking our cars under our own carport. We've just never felt the kind of safety that the more rural places felt in the old days. It's always been a part of my life.
Really Cube, I would think Florida would be just as dangerous as Manhattan

I never hard a thought about not being safe. I guess I take it for granted that my husband checks things for the house. LOL.
Munir, I never thought about fear as long as Ron was alive. Husbands always offer a special calm.

The last time I visited my sister, we went shopping in the nearby town of Thomasville, Georgia (a charming town). I was running into a shop to return something quickly and she stayed in the car with the motor running and the windows rolled down. "Don't you need to lock the doors and roll the windows up?" I asked. She laughed and shook her head, saying I had lived in the city too long.

I don't really feel that safe in Atlanta, but I take steps to be careful.
I watch too many detective shows. It's those people in those charming towns who are always featured as victims of crime.

Sunday, June 18, 2017


He was a serious man -- he was a fun and funny man.  I miss the funny man the most.


Friday, June 16, 2017

FRIDAY FUNNIES June 16, 2017

Last but not least I did have a chance to eat at my favorite Chinese restaurant this week with my daughter and granddaughter and I got this fortune in my fortune cookie.

 Not that evening but would you believe the next day I got to watch a Tom Selleck "Jesse Stone"marathon?

Wednesday, June 14, 2017


Fun prompts for today.  Thank you Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton for the words as well as sharing photos from Bill.  Thank you Elephant's Child for posting the words on your blog.  Here is my composition for this week. 

Hold on to your hat
A penny for your thoughts


CASTAWAY by Granny Annie

The Minnow set sail from the dock. It was a beautiful, calm day. Perfect for an outing on the lake. Suddenly a strong wind began to swell from the north. Mary Ann was terrified. Our skipper cried out, “Hold on to your hats!”. The boat began to twist and buck, caught in a whirlpool. The professor assured us all would be well. .

Rocks and sand pierced my skin. I opened my eyes. It appeared we were all yet alive though Mrs. Howell was crying and Thurston coughed. It seemed we were marooned on some unknown island. As my senses began to return I saw the Gilligan next to me. “A penny for your thoughts Ginger” he said.

Hope you will participate in this week's challenge.  Click on Elephant Child's link to get all the details.

Monday, June 12, 2017


Question Of The Week 6-12-17

 How do you say "thank you"?

In English, always. I don't speak other languages.
River, you are so clever:-)

Clearly and without a lot of extra goopy words. 

I say Thank You and I try to give a hug!

Thank you very much should do. Warm greetings!

TY followed by a hug if warranted

"Thank you so much" and a hug if they are close. Sometimes a small gift also is nice. 


I always say, thank you

All the best Jan

In person if possible. Call if not close by - sometimes with a card if extra special (or important)

That is one of your hardest questions. It all depends on the event I am thanking them for. I will say whether it is just a simple word response,a hug, a card or a gift or an exchange in time spent, it is important to let people know you appreciate what they did.

via the mouth, and the keyboard. sometimes two worded, sometimes one.

I do all of those things, but I think a written thank you note is always a good thing.

In person, I'll say either "Thanks," "Thank You," "Gracias" or "Thank you kindly."

Online, I say, "Thankee."

I Are Writer!

I usually write a TY note. Once Ron's sister-in-law told me, "Don't send notes. Our family doesn't do that. Thank you is simply understood."  My mother raised me just the opposite way.  A note is most important.

Thank you ALL for following the Question Of The Week and posting great answers.