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Anyone related to or know someone related to Mrs J.D. Ritchie. I was going through some of my parents stuff and found this old diary from J.D Ritchie.
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Hello Friends: Lost my Dad to cancer in mid February Age 88. Mom (age 84) also has cancer and requested to be placed on hospice care yesterday. Neither parent ever drank or smoked. Horrible disease!! Blessed to have my parents as long as I have.
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I realize this is a huge thing to ask of anyone but I am going to make this to the point. I am in Indiana and my oldest brother is in Eugene Oregon. He is in ICU right now and have heard various things in regards to his condition including doctors aren't sure if he is going to make it. My parents have asked me to stay put as my parents, my brothers 2 daughters and their families have already gone out there and mom says too many people wouldn't be good for him. But if I get a call that says the entire family should be there I want to get there ASAP. If I can help it I don't want to deal with 30 layovers to get to him that commercial airlines from what i remember seem to make everyone do on long flights. Thanks. Jerry
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Hilarious! Growing up without a cell phone If you are 35, or older, you might think this is hilarious! When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot... BOTH ways...yadda, yadda, yadda And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that I'm over the ripe old age of forty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! 1) I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!! 2) There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents! 3) Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! 4) There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! 5) Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig? 6) We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it! 7) There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOSH !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are. 8) And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! 9) We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen.. Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! 10) You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?! 11) There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards! 12) And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that! 13) And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores! And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place! See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1970 or any time before! Regards, The Over 40 Crowd (Send this to someone you'd like to make smile
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Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:-Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm;- Life isn't always fair; - And maybe it was ...my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies, don't spend more than you can earn and adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights,I Want It Now,Someone Else Is To Blame,I'm A Victim.Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing.
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A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants. "Well," he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's "the" night. We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. And I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky after that. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack." The young man makes his purchase and leaves. Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes. The girl leans over to him and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person." The boy leans over to her and whispers, "You never told me that your father is a pharmacist."
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*CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE....1930's 1940's, 50's, 60's and early 70's ! First, we survived being born to mothers who drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle... Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos. Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because..... WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY , no video/dvd films, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms.......... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, grazed from our go-kart incidents, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents. Only girls had pierced ears!.. Anywhere else labelled you odd or kinky! We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time... Christmas decorations only appeared in December... Like they should! We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays, yet the threat of a whack from our parents kept us in check. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! (Dad-Cabs didn't exist). Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet! RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT Our teachers used to spank us with canes and gym shoes, or throw heavy blackboard rubbers at us if we weren't listening in class and bully's*//**/always /*ruled the playground at school. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law and gave you a whack so you didn't forget! Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla.' 'Porsche' and 'Mercedes' were car names! We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL ! (without a shrink!) And YOU are one of them! *CONGRATULATIONS!* You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were. PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore -
A few weeks ago, I saw a slide show of the book called "Go The F--- To Sleep", a night time story book. It is available now as a free download from Audible. Here's the blurb: Academy Award nominee Samuel L. Jackson (Pulp Fiction) rocks this mock bedtime story, capturing a hilarious range of emotions as the voice of a father struggling to get his child to sleep. Go the F**k to Sleep is a bedtime book for parents who live in the real world, where a few snoozing kitties and cutesy rhymes don’t always send a toddler sailing blissfully off to dreamland. California Book Award-winning author Adam Mansbach’s profane, affectionate, and radically honest verses perfectly capture the familiar - and unspoken - tribulations of putting your little angel down for the night. In the process, he opens up a conversation about parenting, granting us permission to admit our frustrations and laugh at their absurdity. Beautiful, subversive, and pants-wettingly funny, Go the F**k to Sleep is a book for parents new, old, and expectant. Due to its explicit language, you probably should not play it for your children. Go the F**k to Sleep is available free for a limited time. Feel free to share the link to this page with tired parents and other people who could use a good swear and a laugh. ©2011 Adam Mansbach (P)2011 Audible, Inc. Download the Audible audio book here. Note: Profanity.
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It does an amazing disappearing act when you have two granddaughters (ages 15 and 10) over for the day. And for what that stuff costs, I now know why both of their parents are working. Maybe this belongs in jokes and humor, but I'm not sure it's all that humorous. But, we love 'em!
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Watch this little guy rock with Joan Jett and The Blackhearts! Not sure how you get so good so young. Watch his foot on the "bass drum". Towards the end of the song, he spots his parents in the audience. The look on his face is priceless. And only 4 years old!! He certainly has rhythm. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJG9Tol1a0U]YouTube - Facebook Inbox - 明版的Howard drum show!!! [HQ].mp4[/ame]
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An Obituary printed in the London Times Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; - Life isn't always fair; - and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights I Want It Now Someone Else Is To Blame I'm A Victim Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing?
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This afternoon the neighboring school (our rival) had an accident with one of their school busses. The bus was on a rural delivery route. The bus stopped at a hwy intersection, and then pulled out in front of a semi carrying cement pillars. The long and short of it is that the bus lost. the semi was messed up pretty good. The school bus had 5 litttle kids left on it. All 5 went to the hospital, 1 was air lifted, 1 by ambulance, and the others by private vehicle. According to the news tonight none of the injuries are life threatening. The bus itself was ripped loose from the frame. Both drivers were ok I believe. I believe that once the names are released, I will know all of the parents of these children. The man upstairs was watching over them all today. So if you can spare a minute those children in Conde SD, could use a little prayer from you all as well as for their parents. When something like this happens it really makes you think how trivial all our lifes problems are, and how fast your life can be snatched from you and changed forever.
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Got this in my email today, but it was erroneously reported that the guy lived. Did a snopes test, and unfortunately it really did happen, but he obviously did not survive. Be warned you may find this offensive. But if you read the story you can see why his parents released the photos. http://www.snopes.com/photos/accident/tulsacrash.asp
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Ok 100% true. I went to a discount grocery, you know, the kind with no sackers and you box your own food. I took my 1/2 cart of paid for groceries to the boxing area, but there are no boxes... so I leave the cart and go to look for boxes. I return with boxes a couple of minutes later and no cart anywhere. After a minute of "What the **ck" I realized I have been robbed and I ran into the parking lot. There is only one family with more than one cart loading groceries. I would describe the family as extremely robust midgets. The tallest was a teenage girl who towered at 4'10" ish. It wouldn't have looked much out of place if these folks had been loading groceries onto donkeys to return to the coffee plantation in the mountains. No donkeys but instead they were loading into a Fordasaurus, one of those ancient huge LTD cars. They had 3 carts with mine between theirs. They had put a 12 pack of toilet paper and huge box of sanitary napkins over my groceries as camouflage. I ran up to them and screamed "what the hell is wrong with you!". The biggest girl giggled and said her parents didn't speak English. The parents kept loading loose groceries, none had been boxed, into the trunk. The parents never looked up and were seemingly oblivious and unaware of the screaming mad gringo. I ripped my cart out from the middle of the carts and started pushing it back to the store to box the groceries. A few seconds later the dad yelled in a heavy Spanish accent, "WAIT A MINUTE." I am now thinking, I came here to get milk, hamburger and cookies and somehow I'm going to be fighting a Mexican midget. The Dad rushed up to my cart and with burning angry outraged eyes... the eyes of a man who just had his sanitary napkins hijacked. He grabbed his 12 pack of toilet paper and huge box of sanitary napkins. It may have been the first time, in America, he was the victim of theft. Ok, so I'm back inside boxing up and here comes the 2 teenage girls. I guess their parents decided they now needed boxes since rapid exit was no longer necessary. The girls got their boxes and the tallest one smiles at me, not a malicious smile, but a smile like we had shared one very odd, but apparently not embarrassing moment. I'm pretty sure I could have taken the midget if push came to shove.
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My parents are getting ready to replace there 25yr old bryant heat pump system with something more efficiant since they are getting 500 plus elec bills and cant get gas were they are. I know there are some real good systems out there and some bad ones who recomnds what and why?? Im trying to help them out with all the info I can. I did do some hvac for a awhile so I do know some but not who has the best and why. Thanks
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I am 59 years young and got my first bike at 16 (1965 Honda 305 Scrambler). My parents where not happy but allowed me to have a bike. Many years and bikes later at age 50 I purchased a 2004 BMW RT1150 and my Dad says to a family member that I am to old for a motorcycle. Anyway... a he has passed away and so has my Mom. My Mom's sister tells me that my parents used to bike all over California where they met during the war. Did your Dad ever ride and failed to mention it ???? Cb
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Just feeling like talking about how things have changed in our society. Kids used to run through the neighborhood ringing doorbells unescorted trick or treating. None of these kids had their parents with them. Seems we all made it home safely. Now days, the few kids that come to my door has an escort but most don't even do the trick or treat thing. Not blaming parents for doing this but was just observing how things have changed.
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I did not go any where exotic like the mountains, out west or the north pole but I did want to share a few pictures from my last trip. In between traveling for work I spent 2 weeks on the road (only put on 4600 miles). The main purpose for my trip was to visit with family. My sister just had another baby (boy) so I wanted to spend some time with her and the newest (as well as spend a little time with my niece (child #1)) So that was a stop in Illinois for me. While I was up there I figured my family in Michigan is not that much farther away so I hopped on over there to see my parents and grandparents. My parents have not taken a vacation in about 6 years (not even a weekend getaway for them) and they have been really stressing lately, courtesy of the terrific economy especially in Michigan. So I talked them into taking a two-day 1 night all expense paid excursion with me. My dad's sister lives in Traverse city and my wing is in my parents garage (both of my parents have ridden bikes all of their lives) so we took a nice and leisurely trip up to traverse city (via a very scenic route along the eastern side of michigan) and visited with my aunt and uncle. The next day we headed out just after sunrise (and one heck of a breakfast... My family LOVES to eat; if you couldn't guess we are a family of bikers) drove around traverse bay and followed the coast all the way down south of Muskegon where we picked up the highway and headed back east to Brighton. We all had a great time and boy my parents complain a lot! In fairness we spent about 15 hours from when we left my Aunt's house that morning to final arrival in Brighton. Total we put on about 800 miles between both days. A few days later I spent some time with my grandparents (mother's parents). My grandfather has ridden motorcycles all of his life too (him and my grandmother toured together until he had a stroke at age 75 and was told he would never walk or use his left side again). 8 years later he is walking (he does have limited mobility of his left hand and he cannot bend his leg very far) and doing much better than the doctors told him he would. My grandma told us that once he was able to move around on his own, he would go out to the garage and sit for hours - really upset that he would never drive a bike again. Well, 4 years after his stroke him and I were talking about some of the riding I had been doing (I had just rolled over 8,000 on my GS750 since I had gotten it) and he said that he would like me to take a look at his bike and take it for a ride (he had given all of us grandkids many many many rides on his wing - and thanks to him I developed an addiction to bikes). It took a while, but between me and my dad's brother we pulled it apart, rebuilt the carbs, and did a lot of other work to get it going (since it sat for so long without being ridden). So I took it around the block and when I was going to put it back in the garage for him he said that if I took care of it I could keep it. I'll stop yammering now and get to the point. The next summer I was visiting them and we were talking bikes and he had mentioned that he had never ridden on the back of a bike and would never want to. About 15 minutes later we were out in the driveway and I had managed to talk him into letting me take him for a ride. Now a last week ago when I was up there the first thing he did was ask where I had parked my Venture then went to check it out. So, I asked him if he was interested in going for a ride and his response in about 1/2 a second was . So I took him out for a 45 mintue or so cruise through some reasonable curves aournd there. He enjoyed it. The next leg of my trip was supposed to be a run to the HUB to meet up with the group with a stop in Louisville and Nashville, TN (for more family visiting). But thanks to the flooding in louiville and a few things that came up with my family while I was visiting I had to put those plans on hold and miss the HUB. Overall we had a great trip. The ONLY rain I hit was a 15 minute sprinkle (and I could hardly call it a sprinkle) going through Kansas. The 1st day was HOT (100s+) but it is the summer so that was expected. The last 2 days were hot, humid, and unbelieveably windy (20-40mph). Outside of that I couldn't have asked for better weather (every day was somewhere between 50 and 80 and mostly sunny). Anyways - I included a few pictues here with explanations above. Enjoy! -
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by.Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense has served us all so well for so many generations. ObituaryCommon SenseToday we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend , Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how oldHe was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, why life isn't always fair, and how, on occasion, maybe it was my fault.Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.Author unknown
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Well, He finally arrived. :cool10:We are the proud parents of a 3.6 lb, male, Bichon Frise! :rotf:Cutest little thing you ever saw. We have two other "children" too. Female Lab/Golden Retriever and a Brittany Spaniel. All seem to be be getting along fine. The new addition is for our REAL son, Jared. He was too young to be involved when we got the other two, so he has never been that close to them. He wanted a small dog of his own to sleep with him and really be his. I think this little guy is just the ticket. He loves to be held and cuddled. He only woke up once from sleeping in the bed I made him beside Jared's. Its getting to be a fully house around here
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My oldest son and his wife just got the call from the adoption agency out of Kansas City, for the 'go-ahead' to travel to Viet Nam and get my new grandson Ethan. They will be traveling in a group with other adoptive parents. They already have a 4 year old daughter, (Ellie) and a 2 year old son, (Evan) of their own. Ethan and Evan are a month apart in age so we are refering to them as 'the twins'.
