Happy Father's Day...

My dad died in 2013 at the age of 88. He had suffered from several strokes the previous 25 years. Having been a strong man all his life, his declining mobility and frailty were extremely hard to experience through that passage of time. However,  his brilliant mind was left beautifully intact.  

He was a machinist for the Mo Pac RR in NLR for over 50 years and was well known and respected for being able to repair anything brought before him. They would say, "If Bill can't fix it, you just as well throw it away."

He taught me many valuable lessons in life like the value of hard work, money, and the importance of family to name a few. However, the best thing he transferred to me was his shining example of perseverence and doing the best he could at everything he would ever do.

Declarations such as always, never, and everything are often mistakenly used but hardly ever true. But, in the name of Bill Montgomery, these words are always correct. I will always love my Daddy and never forget him ever. He was everything to me. 

 

Living a Tortoise Life in a Hare Fueled World

I was once a hare long, long ago. But, somehow I've evolved into a wonderful, hard shelled, slow as molasses tortoise. I cannot explain how this happened. Actually, science, Bible study, and evolution are fascinations of mine. Being the Bible (greatest Book in the world) thumping, devoted Christian that I am, I do believe you can have both science and Christianity in the same realm of thought. 

In fact, well informed paleontologists are searching diligently for that one skeletal fossil that will finally (Hah!!!) be the scientific evidence that will link us to our primitive ancestors. (Carry on Dr. Peter Ungar , I'm betting on you.) I do digress. Back to my strange predicament. Don't know how it happened but, I do love the new ME...

Life, as a tortoise, is a lot more simple now days. During the evolvement, I lost my ability to muktitask and run around like a harried rabbit, doing things that I really had rather not. I don't miss these primitve ways. Instead, they have changed into an uncanny ability to do one thing at a time, do the best I am able, not mind what others say, and do only what is important to me. Miraculous! My linguistics have also evolved.  I am now able to say NO. Yes, NO has replaced antiquated terms like OH, SURE, BE GLAD TO, and CERTAINLY to name a few. 

It's really nice being a tortoise in a harried world. There are some pesky growing pains, though.  Like when I'm lolligagging (or is it dilly dallying) down the road and those crazy hares are everywhere. Hope they get to where they are going. I've already arrived. 

 

Giving To The St Francis House

For many, many years the St. Francis House at 2701 S Elm in LR, Arkansas has been doing a great service for veterans and their families as they re enter back into home life. 

As a member of The North Little Rock Woman's Club our #GFWC Domestic Violence Signature Program responded to this charity with a collection of pajamas and toiletries. Jacqie Travis and Dianne Hocut delivered to Ken Mace, assistant director at the House, a box full of pjs and personal items yesterday. The graciousness and hospitality we received from these gentlemen was very rewarding and, knowing that our gifts will go to good use, we are happy to have started a continuous relationship with this wonderful charity.