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Just thot there might be a need to have a place for all to reflect a bit and share.
So blaze your own path y'all and definitely don't listen to me.
So blaze your own path y'all and definitely don't listen to me.
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On winter....
My grandpa always said to me - "A little winter never hurt nothin."
He was but a simple ole farmer but a very wise old man.
I sure miss the smell of his pipe.Comment
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Did y'all happen to see the KU / K-State BB game tonight?
No? Well take a look at the end of it.
Such rivalry - always has been, always will be.
Human Nature at its finest.
Why can't we all just "get along" ?Comment
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Thank you for your thoughtful gesture, W3A. Timing is right as I was just reflecting on some things.
Excerpt of an email I sent to Forrest a few years ago...thinking about visiting my friend again this summer and this came to mind:"...As it happens, I have a childhood friend who lives in the Rockies. Brian and I were best friends from ages 10 to 15. We walked to school together; we played baseball together every day during the summer, either in his uncle’s corral or in the school yard; we fished together in the pond, just a mile or so from our New England homes. We played games that kids play, we traded baseball cards and I even traded him a first baseman’s mitt for a trash bag full of softballs that another friend of mine needed....that was so long ago....When I told Brian I was coming out to visit, he was very excited! He made some plans for us to take in some sights, get caught up on each other’s lives (we haven’t seen each other in over 30 years) AND play catch in his back yard – he still has that first baseman’s mitt!..."
Brian and I used to spend hours playing baseball...if it was just the two of us, we'd hit each other pop-ups or grounders, honing our fielding skills, but mostly, we would pitch to each other. We'd pretend we were major league pitchers in tough situations working toward striking out players like Reggie Jackson or Bucky Dent, from our youth, or further back in time, players like Ted Williams, the DiMaggio brothers or Rogers "the Rajah" Hornsby.
We played for hours, until my mom would ring the bell letting us know it was about 15 minutes until dinner time. My dad had picked up that bell on one of our camping trips and mounted it on a post just off our porch. You could hear that bell for miles. When we heard the sound of the bell, Brian and I knew it was time to wrap up our game, step off the mound and head home. Our ball field was about a quarter mile away and we had about a quarter of an hour to get home so we walked quickly, zig-zagging across the road as we tossed the ball to one another. Sometimes the stitches on a baseball gave way and I would rip the cover off the ball, leaving us with a tightly wound ball of string to play with on those walks home. Those worn balls were every bit an important part of my collection as the brand new ones but my mom thought they were dirty and no longer useful, so she would sometimes throw them away when I wasn't looking.
At my request, my dad took the bell with him when he and my mom retired to Florida. I asked him to take it because, though I didn't know where I would be someday, whenever I visited them, I would see that bell and feel a part of my childhood come alive each time it was rung. My parents are gone now and my sister and brother put my parents' home on the market recently. But the bell, a key to treasured memories, is tucked away, wrapped in some old towels and placed in a box, waiting for me. I plan on retrieving it soon.
On another note, the first time I had read a story about and had seen Forrest's bell, I remember thinking, "How queer...it's like my dad's bell."
Thank you, 3WA....it was a nice trip through time.
Peace,
Orion
Last edited by ORION; 01-22-2020, 08:09 AM.Comment
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Wow, Orion! What a nice story to share! The bells are almost similar! Now this and the fact that Forrest rang his bell in this short clip on Dal‘s made me feel like I was there...All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.Comment
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Thank you Orion for those memories, and www for the thread!!
As I think back to times of camping outdoors in the Spring or Summer, I always loved those late afternoon rainstorms. Immediately after a good rain, there is that distinct and unforgettable smell that is so refreshing. I love seeing the birds swoop down to the ground or the fish swim up for an afternoon snack. Everything feels so clean and new.
Unfortunately this is where I remember that accidentally I left my firewood out in the open. Marshmellows on the grill ain't that bad
. One day I'll learn from my mistakes. 
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Orion,
Moved by your story.
Your words of old friends brought a melody to mind https://youtu.be/BPTOY8FrvNw
Get out that bell and ring it - often.
Thank you for sharing.Comment
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Y'all know what I admire most about Forrest?
It is his "CAN DO" attitude.
If you say "no," he says "go."
Nothing holds him down, nothing holds him back (not even a trashcan).
Hoping some of that rubs off on me.
Last edited by wwwamericana; 01-24-2020, 11:31 PM.Comment
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I agree! Go with your own confidence!Y'all know what I admire most about Forrest?
It is his "CAN DO" attitude.
If you say "no," he says "go."
Nothing holds him down, nothing holds him back (not even a trashcan).
Hoping some of that rubs off on me.
Who cares what the others say!
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He looks braveOriginally posted by John SmithAll work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.Comment
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What seems to be the most significant NUMBER in this......
puzzle, game, seach, quest, treasure hunt, riddle, mystery?
No sure what to call it.
And WHY do you think your number is significant..Comment
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Thanks John for your response and -
we tend to agree somewhat.
My number is 22.
Most everyone will pick their birthday (or their sports number) and I think Forrest is no different.
He also said to keep things "simple."
Wonder what his football number was?Comment
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