The posts and cards are have been humling to say the least.
You , I never knew how many great people are in this world until things got tough.
At this point my kideys are a bit better, well, my kidney, I have one
and my hemoglobin is up. I am now holding of the doctors and social workers with a whip and chair.
I drove myself to the lab today, about 2 miles and went to the drive thru ATM.
I will tell you a story.
Tell myself this story.
My grandmother had a very deformed club foot. As a young woman she met my grandad who was a miller and a cobler and about 40 her senior.
They were both widowed with kids so they married, second time for her, third for him.
They had 3 children together that lived.
Now old Welling Luther, Bill they called him was born in 1847 and had 21 children in his life time. My dad was the last born in 1923.
His first son was born in 1876 when Custer died at the Big Horn and Bell invented the phone. Grandad Frame died in 1933 I think.
When I was born dad was more than concerned that I would ,like grand ma, be crippeld. I looked OK but he took me to a specialist. This guy was a Japenees doctor who practiced medicine here using the name and licence of a Filipino doctor trapped in Manilla durring WW!!.
He saw a deformaty and from the age of 6 months to a year I wore casts with a rod between them on my feet almost to my kees. I dont recall it but I have heard how grandma cried at night for a whole year over it. The poor soul, how she must of blamed herself though she need not.
She died when I was 10 and did not live to see me march on that once cribbled foot for 5 years in the infantry, and learn the art and science of being a dumb grunt.
So, if it takes a whip and chair to keep the "biogrphers and pick locks" at bay a while longer I think i can.
The spirit is indeed willing even if the flesh is week.
I get by on the kindness of strangers...
You , I never knew how many great people are in this world until things got tough.
At this point my kideys are a bit better, well, my kidney, I have one
and my hemoglobin is up. I am now holding of the doctors and social workers with a whip and chair.I drove myself to the lab today, about 2 miles and went to the drive thru ATM.
I will tell you a story.
Tell myself this story.
My grandmother had a very deformed club foot. As a young woman she met my grandad who was a miller and a cobler and about 40 her senior.
They were both widowed with kids so they married, second time for her, third for him.
They had 3 children together that lived.
Now old Welling Luther, Bill they called him was born in 1847 and had 21 children in his life time. My dad was the last born in 1923.
His first son was born in 1876 when Custer died at the Big Horn and Bell invented the phone. Grandad Frame died in 1933 I think.
When I was born dad was more than concerned that I would ,like grand ma, be crippeld. I looked OK but he took me to a specialist. This guy was a Japenees doctor who practiced medicine here using the name and licence of a Filipino doctor trapped in Manilla durring WW!!.
He saw a deformaty and from the age of 6 months to a year I wore casts with a rod between them on my feet almost to my kees. I dont recall it but I have heard how grandma cried at night for a whole year over it. The poor soul, how she must of blamed herself though she need not.
She died when I was 10 and did not live to see me march on that once cribbled foot for 5 years in the infantry, and learn the art and science of being a dumb grunt.
So, if it takes a whip and chair to keep the "biogrphers and pick locks" at bay a while longer I think i can.
The spirit is indeed willing even if the flesh is week.
I get by on the kindness of strangers...
My goodness, that man was looking to populate the United States all by himself! 