Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
PPP: Loan Consolidation
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Texas Tuesday: Oldest Father?
Born on his grandfather, Jefferson Davis Jumper's 300 acre farm, east of Como. Mr. Jumper recalls his grandfather's stories of coming to Texas on a wagon train in approximately 1895. "They left Mississippi looking for some better land and a new start in life. And, Grandpa Jumper (called 'Gosh Darn' Jumper by residents in the Como area) told of how my father, Gus Jumper, was a small boy on the wagon train to Texas and one morning the family went to wake the children in the pre-dawn hours and he was gone. He had sleepwalked during the night and traveled some three miles from the campsite," recalls Guy Jumper. "Grandpa had to unhitch a mule and look in the forest until he found him. He found him curled-up beneath a big oak tree, sound asleep, and he didn't remember a thing!"
Jumper's family moved to Como when the little settlement southeast of Sulphur Springs was known as Carrolls Prairie, and "Mr. Guy" remembers vividly the First National Bank of Como. "I didn't have much money to put in it back then, but I remember it well," denotes Mr. Jumper, with a sly grin. "And, I can remember when there were two drugstores, four or five mercantile stores, and every village of any size had a blacksmith shop or two. Then, I can remember the coal mines that were everywhere in this part of Hopkins County!"
One of Mr. Jumper's first jobs after reaching adulthood was working in those shallow coal mines. "When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I decided that there must be a better way to life than following 'the south-end' of a mule around a cotton patch, so I decided to go to work in the mines," recalls Jumper. "You didn't make over a dollar a day, but a dollar went a whole lot farther then than it does now!"
Following time spent in the mines and when they quit producing in the area, Jumper served four years in the U.S. Army, during World War II. The time he spent stationed in Germany and Italy, are his only times to leave the Como area. He drove an amunition truck during the war.
Jumper is the father of two daughters and two stepsons. He has ten grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren. "I hope to live long enough to see the next generation," denotes Jumper. "I kinda got started on this 'father thing' late. I was over forty years old, when I married my wife, Agnes, and she had two sons, Carl and Dewayne. Then, we had two daughters, Sherry and Sue!" Agnes Jumper will be 90 in August, but resides in Sunny Springs Nursing Home in Sulphur Springs, due to health problems. However, "Mr. Guy" lives in his home in Como, that he shares with daughter, Sherry Lee. His step-son, Dewayne Scarborough, keeps his lawn mowed and family members are constantly dropping-by to meet his needs and keep him company.
Guy Jumper was the eldest child of Mr. & Mrs. Gus Jumper and was reared on the family farm. He attended school in Como and has two sisters, Mrs. Drucille Johnson and Mrs. Gussie Bays, that are still living. Two brothers, Ned and Dub Jumper, and a sister, Hazel Staples, have passed away. When asked about his longevity, Jumper quipped, "I guess it was all of that 'clean living' I've done!"
However, Jumper has done some mighty dirty work in his almost a century of living. Besides breathing coal dust, he's been a dairy farmer for a number of years, and then worked for 30 plus years at the Thermo Brick Plant. "I've been blessed with health and the ability to work," affirms Jumper. "I may not have gotten rich, but the Good Lord has always kept me comfortable!"
Guy Jumper was a member of the Como Christian Church as long as it met in Como, but due to age doesn't make the drive into Sulphur Springs for services, once the church moved.
When asked what his wish was for Father's Day or a birthday present on Wednesday, Jumper quickly stated, "Well, I guess I could use a new pair of overalls!"
And, when asked how long he'd worn overalls, he reflected, "I guess pert nigh on a hundred years, wouldn't you say? I don't remember when I wasn't wearing overalls!"
Family and friends are invited to drop by the Jumper residence on Wednesday and wish Mr. Guy Jumper a happy one-hundredth birthday. His children request no gifts, just a warm hug and a handshake to this remarkable man, who has spanned the age from writing with a slate to computer technology.
Mr. Guy Jumper waved good-bye from his chair beneath the shade tree in his front yard, and invited me back to visit with him on his hundred and tenth birthday, when he hopes he has a great-great grandchild to "brag" about!
Happy 100th Birthday and Happy Father's Day, Mr. Guy Jumper!
by: Bobby McDonald
Article reprinted from this site initially published June 2005.
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
Crafty Idea
Previously I have referenced Mary over at My House is Cuter Than Yours. Recently she has posted a really Jiffy idea.
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Friday, February 23, 2007
Where Do Known Predators Live?
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PPP: Credit Cards
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The 320 Pound Woman
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PPP: Light Fixtures
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PPP:Blog Marketing
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Woman's Poem
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
Okay - i was gonna add a picture of someone's face being slapped. Hm, came up with some very nasty stuff. Go ahead and let your imaginations run wild - those are exactly what my search turned up. However, i did find this Slapped Face Syndrome .
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
PPP: Encyclopedia Project
Work from home provides numerous vendor opportunities. I have always loved plants and pride myself in being able to grow practically anything. A New York based internet company, Bonsai Boy of New York, offers quality dwarf trees. Being a family run business, they are able to sell trees and other accessories at reasonable rates. The miniature sizes of bonsai trees make them ideal for any space. In fact, you can have many of these trees even in a small apartment.
This is a paid advertisement.
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Texas Tuesday: Dixie or Yankee?
Yankee Test (Test is based on research by the Harvard Computer Society enhanced by Dr. Beard's own research at alphaDictionary. )
This is interesting! I would love to know what your score indicates.
My Results:
"96% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!"
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Monday, February 19, 2007
PPP: RayBan Sunglasses
This is a paid advertisement.
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Painted Kitty
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PPP: Electronica Artists
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How Do You Treat Others?
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:
What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?
I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.
Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 P.M., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s.
The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.
Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.
A special note was attached.
It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and at at a table.
A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.
The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickles and five pennies.
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.
After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many of us never understand!
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.
The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her."
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek.
Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
PPP: Coupon Chief
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Greatest love story in Hunt County
Ed Note: A touching story -
By TRACY CHESNEY
Herald-Banner Staff
He tucks her into bed every night, and every morning, he has a fresh cup of coffee waiting for her when she wakes up.
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PPP: Dress Up Games & Cartoon Dolls
This is a paid advertisement.
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
Stupid Boy by Keith Urban
I heard this song performed by Keith urban on the Today show. It hits me right at home cause it is exactly how I feel at this stage in my life, except I still feel so beaten down, I haven't been able to fly - YET. It is a beautiful song.
Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different
Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh
So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy
Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah
Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, ya did
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy
It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she's gone
Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees
She's never coming back to me
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Friday, February 16, 2007
PPP: Millionaire Dating Site
This is a paid advertisement. I’ve dated plenty of guys for the mere attraction. Unfortunately they all seem to want me to be the payee. Just for once, I’d like to date a guy who will carry his share. How to find that guy? There seem to be hundreds of dating sites. Every day I see advertisements on television for this, that or the other dating service. Love and admiration fade, so why not date someone who can offer you more? At this Millionaire Dating Service you no longer have to worry about dating a financial loser. While money isn’t everything, why not enjoy the benefits of privilege while getting to know someone special?
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New Blog Friend
Recently, I have been lurking at this lady's blog S Nicolas Originals. Besides her wonderful stories, she is an awesome artist - making the most delectable dolls. Go visit her.
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Friday Feast
Appetizer : What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make?
wind rustling through the trees
Soup : Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.).
the calm before a tornado or hurricane
Salad : What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects?
calming an animal and taking care of pet injuries
Main Course : Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read?
a book on plant identity such as Herbs for Texas
Dessert : If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?
a now defunct Texas winery, Hill Country Cellars, made a dark chocolate ball filled with their wonderful port wine. i would bring those back to life and call them Chocolate Bombshells.
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
Still Internet Problems
Well, I had pretty good connectivity for about 3 days. Now I am having trouble again. Prism.net had taken down their satillite tower and rebuilt it. Something happened to it during the ice storm. Obviously they are still having quirks. Therefore, my excuse for being lax in commenting, etc.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Name the Bunny
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Chocolate Favorites
Here are two fun, chocolate treats for all occasions (anyone is welcome to provide me with either today):
Darling handbags and shoes made of chocolate :
Breasteses (sorry no photo)
They are decadent. They are perky and sweet. They come in pairs, melt in your mouth, and when you're finished, you're not quite satisfied. Don't worry, it's not just you. Breasteses have that effect on everyone. The melty, chocolatey goodness is the culinary creation of one Lois M. Rodriguez, mistress of the baked goods. Chocolate-covered chocolate cake delectably gives way to a creamy whipped chocolate mousse center. And a sweet perky raspberry to top it off and give it a Breasteses appeal. The treats can occasionally be found in the refrigerated section at Nueva Onda. There's no wrong way to get a mouthful of Breasteses. Nueva Onda, 2218 College Ave., Austin, Texas 447-5063 www.nuevaaustin.com
(I'd love to make these Breasteses!)
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Texas Tuesday: Old Sayings
from THE HERALD BANNER, Greenville, Texas
Gaining insight from old sayings
By James Conrad
Old-timers in Hunt County had a unique way of condensing an aphorism or truism into a short, pithy saying.
Today historians and folklorists study these sayings for the insight that they provide for understanding values and folk traditions.
For some unexplained reasons many of these antique expressions exhibited hostility to man’s best friend, the dog. A case in point is this saying: “There ‘s always other ways of killing a dog than chocking him with butter.” Part of the secret of these sayings is interpreting their meaning into contemporary wording. In this case, the saying probably conveys the thought that there are always less expensive and more efficient ways of doing something. A modern day version of this is “There are many ways of skinning a cat.”
Another saying that was popular that used dogs were: “Enough is enough and too much is dog bait (scraps)” Here the meaning is that too much of anything has little value. To describe a low down, low life individual, an old-timer would say: “He is worse than an eye sucking dog.” This saying had currency when farm families used chickens to lay eggs for family table and for sale. Snakes might get into the hen house eggs, but only a misfit dog would suck eggs in the hen house.
The saying that “two moves are as good as fire,” comes from the time that the sharecropper often moved from one farm to another. Every move of a tenant farmer meant that something got left behind either by accident or lack of room in the wagon to carry to the new farmstead. December or January tended to be the time of the year after the crops had been harvested and sold, that tenants would leave if they were going to leave a place. For some this was an annual event, so much that that it was said that as the family started loading up the furniture and clothes onto the family wagon that the “chicken crossed their legs and the cows began to head up.” In those days, a farmer wife tied the legs of chicken to carry them in the wagon.
“All wool and a yard wide,” was a way of saying something nice about a person or an object. Roamey Williams, from Wolfe City, vividly explained the expression: “My father agreed to buy an unseen cow and calf from Tom Denney. I told him that was a good way to get cheated. But my father said that no man would get cheated from buying from Denney. When we bought the cow from him, she proved highly satisfactory and that is when I learned that some people are “all wool and a yard wide.” This saying, I am sure, derives from the high value placed on pure wool in the days before machine operated textile mills.
Another expression that is still used is “the latch string is always out.” In the pioneer days of log cabins, the doors had latches and latch string instead of locks and bolts. The latch string hung outside the front door and was attached to the latch inside the house. By pulling the string you could unlatch the door. If the homeowner did not want unwelcome visitors, he simply pulled the string inside the front door and pulled the curtains across the windows.
Sayings might be lengthier than a short phrase in the explanation of the difference between britches and pants and between fiddle and a violin. “If britches cost more than a dollar and half, they were pants. If a fiddle cost more than $3 it became a violin.”
Conrad is archivist and oral historian at Texas A&M University-Commerce.
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Monday, February 12, 2007
Tired of Feeling Used?
Everyone feels taken advantage of at some point. Whether it is non-reciprocation of feelings or users bumming money (as in Hammer's case).
I discovered Blu Jewel's blog today and her post of February 2nd is very uplifting, in addtition to reflecting my mood of late. I borrowed this from her and truly hope she doesn't mind - go check out her site! She's gonna be my new read! Thank you Blu.
Blu's post verbatim:
I lifted this from Honey Libra
Expecting life to treat you well because you're a good person; is like expecting an angry bull not to charge you because you're a vegetarian.--Shari R. Barr
1. Because it's simply not healthy
2. It's exhausting to be nice/kind all the time because it can compromise my own happiness
3. Because sometimes it would be nice to have an action reciprocated
Cashing the reality check was as much needed as my vegetarian ass being charged by the bull. All that aside, I still tend to be a good person, not because I want to be treated in the same fashion I treat others, but simply because that's the type of person I am. I'm not going to go from zero to bitch faster than a Porsche because someone said or did something I don't like. Life consists of shitty things and shitty people and just because I'm a good person, doesn't mean others are. Some people are inherently bad and there's little anyone can do to change them.
My humble opinion is this; if you're a good person, be proud of that. Don't expect others to appreciate or reciprocate it. Do what you do because you wanted to and call it a day.
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Valentine Preparations
THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other --
that is until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "Go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
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Ghetto Spellin'
Leroy is a 20 year-old 5th grader.
This is Leroy's homework assignment.
He must use each vocabulary word in a sentence.
1. Hotel - I gave my girlfriend crabs, and the hotel everybody.
2. Dictate - My girlfriend say my dictate good.
3. Rectum - I had two Cadillac's, but my bitch rectum both.
4. Disappointment - My parole officer tol' me if I miss disappointment they gonna send me back to the joint.
5. Penis - I went to the doctors and he handed me a cup and said penis.
6. Israel - Tito try to sell me a Rolex. I say, "Man, it look fake." He say, "Bullshit, that watch israel."
7. Undermine - There's a fine lookin' ho living in the apartment undermine.
8. Fortify - I axed this ho on da street, "How much?" she say "fortify."
Furthering your education with Today's Ebonic word....
Today's word is: "OMELETTE"
Let us use it in a sentence.
"I should pop yo ass fo what you jus did, but omelette dis one slide."
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Thursday, February 08, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Texas Tuesday: Cowboy Clifford
[Hey guys - sorry about the MIA status. My satillite connection has been in and out since Thursday and is totally out now. Despite the fact that Prism.net is crediting me $52.00 for the month, it doesn't seem as if they are in a hurry to get me back up. I am borrowing a dial up connection tonight that is the pits, but guess something is better than nothing. Anyhow, it takes forever, when it works to even open a site. Therefore, my lack of posting and commenting. I WILL be back. Thanks for your comments - I'm barely here!]
The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Wichita Falls' Texas theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
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Saturday, February 03, 2007
What a Woman!
My posts and comments are intermittent this weekend cause I'm having connection troubles for some reason. I'd like to share this obituary, however, if I can get connected it to post. (Yes, I like to read them - ya know I'm strange like that.)
Martha Matilda Wagner was born September 26, 1906 in Fedor, Lee County, Texas. She was the second of seven children born to Hermann and Pauline Melde Zschech. Martha was a genuine farm-girl picking more than 300 pounds of cotton a day. She could wield an axe to chop wood for heating and cooking stoves. She could cook and bake bread and pies like no one else could. She could milk the cows, slop the hogs, feed the chickens and be a good nurse to her younger siblings. She could do everything except pull a plow...this she would also have done if possible. Such was her will and determination to live her life. The highlight of the week was maybe a trip to town (Giddings), a bag of candies, apples and oranges. There were always Sunday dinners after church with family, friends and more often than not, the church pastor and/or the parochial school teacher. She began to attend school at the age of five...because her older brother would not attend alone. The donkey ride one way was nearly two miles. In her later years she could still recite Luther's Small Catechism verbatim...in German of course. Martha lived furthest away from the farm after her marriage; however, she was always there first and stayed the longest in time of sickness or sorrow. The strain was enormous on the parents in January 1943 when her brother, Fred, was killed in the South Pacific during World War II. The story of her pre-marriage years would cause much laughter and some tears. She was a devoted daughter and extremely reluctant to leave the home farm. She met her love Edwin Hermann Wagner at the 1926 Fedor July Fourth Picnic. This old picnic ground site is within a stone's throw from the cemetery where they are buried. They were married in May 1928. Ed died in 1995 at the age of 90. Together they had one son, Elmo, born in 1930. Martha and Ed farmed until the mid-thirties when Ed became a meat processor and owned markets in Lampasas and LaGrange. Ed took a whirl at restaurant life in Giddings when he built Parkway Café on the east then outskirts of town. Ed concluded that he made a mistake and moved the family to Austin, managing various Kash- Karry Markets. Martha remained devoted to being a housewife and mother. She was a sales lady in an Austin dress shop for some five-six years. However, her home and yard were her hobbies. The house inside could always pass a white-glove inspection and her yard was always full of flowers surrounded by manicured green grass. She lived a long and prosperous life. The woman was never idle. Martha is survived by her son Elmo and his wife Pat Wagner of Austin. Martha and Ed were long time members of Hope Lutheran Church, Austin. Church services have been arranged at Trinity Lutheran Church, Fedor, where Martha was baptized, confirmed and married. It seems only meet and right Martha leaves this world by way of that very same altar. Her services will be held Sunday, February 4, 2007 at 2:00 p.m. Pastor Leif Hasskarl, officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. There will be refreshments afterwards at the old school house, next to the church. Florists in Giddings are: Flowers By LaVerne 979-542-6263, Blossoms & Bows 979-542-9764, and The Secret Garden 979-542-2457. Come if you can. The drive through the truly pastoral country-side is worth the effort...not to mention visiting one of the oldest Lutheran churches in the region. Let this be a celebration of life...not a funeral. All arrangements made through and with Phillips & Luckey Funeral Home, Giddings, Texas. 979-542-3113. 588 N. Main. 78942
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Friday, February 02, 2007
Sensitive Subject
The Under-Ease pants have an in-built multi-layered, replaceable filter, made of felt, charcoal and fibreglass wool.
To prevent gases escaping without passing through it, the underpants are made from air-tight fabric and completely sealed with elastic around the waistband and legs.
Under-Tec president and inventor Buck Weimer said: "Under-Ease are underwear for protection against bad human gas."
"We get a lot of jokes - but we don't doubt that this is a serious product that serves a purpose."
"They can be worn anytime, anywhere - in bed, to work, at social events, including professional meetings or when travelling in any vehicle, including an airplane."
A COUPLE OF TESTIMONIALS:
I am a clinical psychologist in private practice and it has been tremendously embarrassing when I pass gas while working; often with little or no control. The most embarrassing moment of my working career was when a client said,"It smells like sewage in here!" My professionalism melted when I admitted to the client that my gas was the cause of the smell.
My devoted husband of 30 years had also struggled with sleeping in the same bed with me, and it would sometimes interfere with our intimacy. My children could laugh at it, but would leave the room. I noticed an increase in my symptoms when I was embarrassed about the foul smelling gas.
On one Thanksgiving night, as my husband and I were lying in bed after a wonderful dinner, the foul smell became unbearable for both of us. My husband ruminated, thinking,"I can't divorce my wife over this, but I have to do something." At that moment, he began to develop the idea of a pair of air-tight underwear with a filter that would eliminate the foul smell. For the next few months he researched filter materials and made a prototype of the underwear.
For the past 5 years, I have worn these underwear when I've had an acute Crohns attack with complete security. There has been no trace of bad gas odors. My social anxiety and embarrassment has been eliminated. In fact, I noticed I pass less gas when I wear the underwear, because I am calm, secure, and comfortable.
AND:
"I am a circus performer and for years I have been embarrassed to pass gas on stage. People in the audience sometime thinks its part of the act but it isn't. Because of your wonderful product today my audience laughs at my gags and not my gas."
Planted by No Mas at 10:52 AM 6 Fertilizer