Friday, February 29, 2008

February 29--a hot winter day in Texas

We traveled to Midland, Texas, today so that grandson Joey could pick up a car and drive back to Abilene, Texas, for his first Marine Reserve weekend. He will begin his job at the prison in Mineral Wells on Monday.
It was 80+˚F today in West Texas, and this cool glass of ice water with lemon was a very refreshing drink! Taken with my iphone. After a day of visiting relatives, we are now at the Comfort Inn, which I must say is comfortable, both here and in Tennessee and Arkansas when we were there. We highly recommend the Comfort Inns!
Tomorrow back home. Sunday church and then another road trip to McKinney, Texas, for the Heard Museum Photo Contest. They tell us Raf is one of the winners, so we have to check it out.
Now these grandparents are off to bed! Night...night!

In His Own Words:
A Tribute to William F. Buckley Jr.

As you now know, the father of the modern conservative movement, William F. Buckley Jr., passed away this week. Bill Buckley was many things to many people: founder of National Review, enfant terrible, mischievous maverick, and host of the award-winning Firing Line. Here at Regnery, we were proud to know him as one of our beloved bestselling authors.

In 1952, Regnery published Bill Buckley's very first book-the groundbreaking God & Man at Yale. It's been selling steadily and influencing new generations of conservatives ever since. Fifty years later, we were honored to publish Buckley's moving, elegant autobiography, Miles Gone By.

Nothing we can say will do justice to this literary master. So we mourn and honor him with his own words. The following excerpts are taken from Miles Gone By, which chronicles Buckley's extraordinary life, from his childhood in Sharon, CT, to his college days at Yale, from his transoceanic sailing exploits to debating Ronald Reagan or chauffeuring Whittaker Chambers.

Excerpts from Miles Gone By, A Literary Autobiography

Conflict Over Unusual Words

Some words, Dwight Macdonald wrote in a celebrated review of Webster's Third, belong in the "zoo section" of the dictionary. I.e., the words do exist, but the need for them is so remote, you can-and should-keep them caged up in the zoo until it is absolutely necessary to take one out, which may be never. I know a word that describes the feeling you have in the roof of your mouth when peanut butters sticks to it, but I will never use it; in fact, I decline to disclose it.

Why Don't We Complain?

We are reluctant to make our voices heard, we are afraid that our cause is too trivial to justify the horrors of a confrontation with the Authority...As I write this, on an airplane, I have run out of paper and need to reach into my briefcase for more. I cannot do this until my empty lunch tray is removed from my lap. I arrested the stewardess as she passed empty-handed down the aisle on the way to the kitchen.

"Would you please take my tray?"

"Just a moment, sir!" she said, and marched on sternly.

Shall I remind her that not fifteen minutes ago she spoke unctuously into the loudspeaker the words undoubtedly devised by the airline's highly paid public-relations counselor: "If there is anything I or Miss French can do for you to make your trip more enjoyable, please let us-" I have run out of paper.

On Yale and God

Yes, God and Yale coexist...As I think back, I wonder that any apologetics need go any further than the remark I ran into at Yale.

"I find it easier to believe in God than to believe that Hamlet was deduced from the molecular structure of a mutton chop."

I wish I had said that.

The Secret of Fireflies

Outdoors it was very very still, and from our bedroom we could see the fireflies. I opined to my sister Trish that when the wind dies and silence ensues, fireflies acquire a voice.

"Why do they care if it's quiet outside?"

I informed her solemnly that it was well known to adults that fireflies do not like the wind, as it interferes with their movements. Inasmuch as I was thirteen and omniscient, my explanation was accepted.

The Essence of Sailing

When you are in the harbor, four congenial people around the table, eating and drinking and conversing, listening to music and smoking cigars, the wind and the hail and the chill outside faced up to and faced down, in your secure little anchorage-here is a compound of life's social pleasures in the womb of nature.

On Ronald Reagan

Yes, there was the legendary aloofness, but this was forgivingly accepted...Reagan sat at one end of the table with sandwiches and a glass of wine telling stories, making Thanksgiving credible for his friends. It's hard to imagine him out of action, and best not to dwell on it.

On Whittaker Chambers

The tokens of hope and truth were not, Chambers seemed to be saying, to be preserved by a journal of opinion, not by writers or thinkers, but only by activists. Though Chambers was intellectual, insatiable and relentlessly curious, it was action, not belletrism, that moved him most deeply.

Typical Buckley

I said to Johnny Carson that to say that the CIA and the KGB engage in similar practices is the equivalent of saying that the man who pushes an old lady into the path of a hurtling bus is not to be distinguished from the man who pushes an old lady out of the path of a hurtling bus: on the grounds that, after all, in both cases someone is pushing old ladies around.

Regnery joins the rest of the conservative community to
mourn the passing of our founding father. RIP, WFB.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Mineral Wells Texas High School Class of 1961

Senior Day, Class of 1961

The Mineral Wells Texas High School Class of 1961 is hold a Reunion! Our Class Reunion is set for September 27, 2008, at the Holiday Hills Country Club in Mineral Wells. Cost will be $20.00 per person. We are also planning tours on the morning of the 27th through our old high school, junior high, the Little Rock Schoolhouse, the Art Center (formerly the home economics building), and the new high school and football stadium for anyone who is interested. Jo Goldston Yarbrough is the chairman of our Reunion Committee. You can contact her at 901 High Point, Weatherford 76088, or you can email Sue Ficke Seibert at Invitations will be going out through either email or postal mail around March 27, 2008, and the deadline for registering with your check will be August 27, 2008.
The Best Western Motel, across from Holiday Hills Country Club, is giving our class a flat rate of $89.95 per room per night. If you would like to stay at the Best Western, please contact them directly at 940-325-1088, and tell them you are with the Class of 1961.
On Friday night, September 26, 2008, we will hold and meet-n-greet in the Best Western reception froom from 6 pm until midnight. We will again meet in the reception room on Sunday morning, September, for breakfast and goodbye.
The next planning meeting will be held at Scherry Maddux's house near Metcalf Gap on Sunday, April 13, 2008, at 2:30 pm. Her phone number is 940-659-3573. Please come and bring snacks to share.The last planning meeting was held at the home of Scherry Sanders Maddux. Here is a photos of those who attended:
Front Row: Lloyd Perry, Randy Warren, Bobby Joe Mann, Jim Picard, Ruben Mussey
Back Row: Deloris Foley Martin, Billie Wright Bethume, Rita Andress Spoon, Sheila Brock Eggleston, Ada Lee Lewellen, Lou Hayes Warren, Scherry Sanders Maddux, Joan Goldston Yarbrough, Lottie Jordan Eubanks, Jessie Wright Teddlie, Betty Weldon Vines, Johnetta Harrison Barnes, Sue Ficke Seibert, Charlotte Glidewell Fagan, Linda Mahan Stevens, Glenda Pennington Picard

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Saturday, February 02, 2008

Memorial Service for John Clifford Seibert

Today dawned bright and clear. When we got up it was 32˚F when we woke up at 8 am, but by the time of the memorial service it was in the 50's˚. When we first got up we ate breakfast at La Peep, 5133 Harding Pike Ste B6, on West End. It was soooo much better than the Pancake Pantry. The French Toast was wonderful! And notice the art!
When we got to Harpeth Hills, as I said, the sun was shining brightly, and the room soon filled up with, I'm guessing, 50+ people. Raf was able to reconnect with his college friend, Ron Johnson (no, not my cousin, another Ron Johnson). Ron lives and teaches in San Francisco.
The funeral home had a looped video of photos of John's life and a table with photos and remembrances of John, including a book Raf gave John about John, Raf, Dan Kimpel, and Jeff Traintime's band, Diamond Reo.
Raf and Mattie here remembering John.
Raf talked some about his brother and sang Let it be Me by the Everly Brothers that he and John had sung.
Kathy Mattea sang Amazing Grace. I didn't mention this yesterday online because I'm sure she didn't want it advertised.
Kathy's husband, John Vezner, a Grammy winner in his own right, sang a song he had written for his mother.
Many people spoke about John, and my feeling about AA changed a lot. Jesus Christ was spoken of in a way I didn't realize was significant for AA, and today John would have received his 16-year-pin which Mattie gave to one of his friends.

Tonight we are meeting Ron Johnson for dinner at his hotel, so that he and Raf can do some more catching up.

We leave early in the morning for home...hope the rain holds off until we get there.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Cold as the Rain in rain, just cold

This morning we got out late and ate at the Pancake Pantry in Hillsboro Village. I had apricot-lemon pancakes and bacon, and Raf ate eggs, toast, sausage, and hash browns. All was delicious. Then we tootled over to Cotton Music on the other side of the street so Raf could look and pick up a humidifier for his guitar, which he'd forgotten. Then to Plaza Art for pens, paper for me, mat board for a photo contest Raf is entering.
We met Mattie, John's friend, at her office, Big Tractor, and went to Ted's Montana Grill for a late lunch. We were still full, so Raf had boiled shrimp and I had clam chowder.
We drove by Centennial Park so I could take a photo of the Parthenon for Lottie!
Then we also drove out to the cemetery. Isn't it beautiful? It's very close to the Harpeth River, a river Raf and I have loved for so many, many years. Look out over the Middle Tennessee Hills. It is glorious, even in the cold of winter.

Tonight we ate at an Dan McGuinness Irish Pub, and the pub grub was and chips, and Raf had Harp on tap! Now we are resting for the morrow. God bless you all.


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