The Three Caballeros

Terrie andThe_Three_Caballeros I were having lunch after church on Sunday, when we heard the sound of a nearby dog barking.  From the depth of the dog’s voice we could tell it must be a big dog.  We were puzzled because our neighbors to the left and to the right did not have dogs.  I thought maybe a dog got into our backyard, so I went out the side garage door to check the backyard.

I was greeted by a large white dog (later to be identified as a Great Pyrenees) looking like he was surprised I was at home.  I opened the gate to the backyard and stepped out asking him if he wanted to leave.  He indicated he was happy where he was, so I shut the gate and started to talk to him as I walked toward him.  I must have invaded his personal space, because he turned and headed to the shrubbery in the corner of the yard.  I quickly realized he belonged to my neighbor behind me and he had crossed via an unknown hole in the fence.  I relayed the information to Terrie and didn’t think any more about it.  For some reason, Terrie nicknamed this all white dog “Rusty”. Continue reading

Grand Coulee High – Class of ’69

Yearbook 001_editedDo you remember what it was like to be in high school?  Were you part of the popular kids or were you one of the average kids?  If you were popular, I don’t blame you, because you were popular for a reason.  It may have been because of your looks, your athleticism, your parent’s money or prestige, your talents, or great personality.  If you were one of the average kids, it was probably because you lacked one or more of the other factors.    I’m not writing about anything new, this was probably established in the first school house.

I was reviewing my copy of the 1969 Conveyor, the yearbook for Grand Coulee High School.  I was looking at all the pictures and reading the descriptions of the senior class (next to mine it said “Transfer Oklahoma- eeew, gross”) and thought to myself that there was a reason it was so hard to crack into that group.  The graduating class of 1969 would boast of having the highest number of graduates in the history of the school with fifty student’s receiving diplomas.  Of the fifty, twenty two of them had gone to school together from the first grade through twelfth grade.  Since 1957, they had seen one another in class every school day since they were six years old.  That is an amazing thought for me.  I had already been in at least ten schools by the time I got I got to this place.  The thought of having lifelong schools mates was foreign to me; I didn’t even know it was possible.  These folks were the establishment and they had their political machine in place and operating.   An average kid didn’t just walk in and enjoy the benefits; you had to earn your way in. Continue reading

327 Dill Ave Part 2

LGrand_Coulee_Dameaving Coeur d’Alene behind us, we entered Washington state and the city of Spokane.  Spokane is lower in the foothills of the Bitterroot Mountains.  There were plenty of pine trees, but the terrain was beginning to flatten out.  Highway 2 out of Spokane, lead us to the town of Wilbur.  The pine trees and hills were replaced with sagebrush and rock.  At Wilbur, we turned unto Highway 174, the last leg of the trip.

The Columbia River was dammed at Grand Coulee.  Behind the dam, Lake Roosevelt was formed and extends back 100 miles to Kettle Falls, Washington.  The town of Grand Coulee is located on the southern slope above the river.  I would guess that the downtown area was vertically about a half mile above the river.  Highway 174 was about 700 to 800 feet vertically above the downtown area.  Dill Avenue was about 50 feet above Highway 174.  Aunt Maggie lived on Dill Ave as well.  Her house was on the uphill side of the street with her front door maybe 15 to 20 above the street.  I’m not trying to bore you with a series of elevations; I’m just trying to say we lived on the side of a steep hill. Continue reading

327 Dill Ave Part 1

Flake-coeur-dalenerom End of A Time –”I did not want to write this story.  It was a time of uncertainty and sorrow in my family’s history.  There were great changes in how I viewed my parents, life, and myself. Changes would have to be made.  But what?  What could heal my parents’ marriage?   What would hold us together?  My relationship with my dad was not very strong to begin with, but now it was even weaker.  It was an end of a time…a time of trust.”

What would have to be changed?  How was I going to adapt to the new circumstances with my parents.  My mother thought that I had been disloyal to her and she was hurt.  My father had tried to unsuccessfully, buy me off with a motorcycle sponsored by his girlfriend.  I was confused, hurt, and angry. Continue reading

Simply Amazing!

fireworks (1)Today, we went over 600 hits for this blog.  I’m paying Terrie a dollar for every time she reads one of my  story.  She is getting tired of it, but she needs the job.  She is saving up to go to the Bahamas with out me.

I am just simply amazed at the support and interest, all of you have shown by reading this blog.  You have been kind and generous to me.  Thank you so very much.  May the Lord be glorified and  continue to bless through these writings.

A Sweet And Precious Time With ‘Precious’

Wchurch3hat a wonderful day!  The Lord heard our prayers concerning Terrie’s sciatic nerve problem she was having this morning.  The commute wasn’t bad.  The weather was delightful.  Work was great.  I was feeling good and excited to be going home.

When I got home, Terrie was happy to see me and I was happy to see her.  She told me about her day and I gave her my version of the day.  I was lying on the bed to rest a little bit before we had supper. I picked up my iPad and went to YouTube.  It was showing an artist I wasn’t familiar with so I listen to him and enjoyed his singing.  The first song leads to another song; then to another.  Terrie began singing with the videos and tears began to fill our eyes.  It was like being in church when God uses His music to fill your heart and think of the goodness of God.  We played songs for an hour.  It was so sweet and precious.  I would not have changes this evening for any other.

Of the many videos we play, I wanted to share just three with you.

Perhaps from these three offerings, you might dip your dry cup into the artesian well that is the Lord’s.

A Warm Blessing


I wcute-baby-standing-sleepore a short sleeved pull over shirt to work today. I was aware of the rain, but did not know a weather front would be moving in. I often wear a shirt like this until it gets really cold. We went to lunch at a local Whataburger. On the way to the drive-in the dashboard was showing the outside temperature to be in the upper sixties.

I ordered a chop house cheddar burger and a chocolate shake. One of the only places to sit, in the busy restaurant was at a table directly in line with an air conditioning unit on a mission.  I think the thermostat must have been set for 62 or 63 degrees.  The combination of the air conditioner and my milk shake gave me a chill.  We finished eating and left.  Stepping outside, it was misting, which added to my chill.  The outside temperature had dropped to 63, but it was warmer than inside the Whataburger.  When I left work this afternoon, the temperature again had fallen to 55 degrees.  It certainly was not freezing, but cool given the milk shake effect. Continue reading

Having Tasted

1 PBuffeteter 2:1-3 “1Therefore, laying aside all malice, all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and all evil speaking, 2 as newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby, 3 if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is gracious.” NKJV

Our church choir sang the great Larnelle Harris song “Were It Not For Grace” this morning.  You could sense God’s moving and an awareness of the truth of the lyrics.  Continue reading