Removing a hallway door

This is a fairly easy project. It better to have two people when doing this.

Tools needed:

1. Screw Driver
2. Hammer

Back in the early 1950's. The houses were often built with doors on every opening. Today that is not the case. And most find them in the way more than useful.

Stand on the side of the door that you can see the hinges, close the door.
Start with the bottom hinge, take your screw drive and place it just below the lip of the pin, and then take your hammer and tap the screw driver, you want to hit the pin so that it comes out. Once the pin is out, do the same for the others.

When all the pins are removed, open the door, but remember the door is not being held up by the pins and will fall. Remove the door (having some one help you) and then take your screw driver and take out the screws that are holding the hinges on.

Put the hinges back together, with the pins.

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A Civil War Bayonet

While I was at A.C.'s house, I found a Civil War Bayonet. She told me that was her grandfathers.

I had never seen one up close like that, most that I have ever seen was in a museum. (look but don't touch). I had it in my hand thinking, wow. Look at the way it was made, it had 3 edges. I thought about that for a time thinking that was smart thing to do, so that if it hit a blunt object it wouldn't break. The sheath was made out of leather with metal cap and brackets on it. The bottom end of it, was made to fit some type of rifle.

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Replace a Toilet Seat

Replacing a toilet seat is a pretty simple project, and only takes about 10 minutes if you are prepared.

Tools needed for this project:

1. screw driver
2. pliers

To remove the old seat, find the screws there will be two of them. So newer toilet seats has plastic covers over the screws. Just pop the tops up on them to revile the screws. Once you cans see the screws, feel under the toilet and find the nut. The nut is normally plastic. Take your pliers and adjust them to the nut. Hold the nut in place with pliers, while using the screw driver to unscrew the screw.

Once both screws are out, then pull the seat in a upward motion.

Then place the new unwrapped seat in place, line up the holes and put the new screws in. Put the new nuts in and tighten it down. You want them snug not super tight. If you get them to tight it will be hard to remove it later or you can crack the toilet seat.

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Landmark Baptist Church - Indianapolis, IN August 5, 2007

This is a video that I made. Its my Step-mom singing at the Church Reunion. The church reunion used to be call old fashioned day. A day where most everyone would dress up in old clothes. But that is in the past and this is the here and now.

My Step-Mom Barb has a beautiful voice. The video quality is poor, but the sound turned out pretty good.

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Landmark Baptist Church - Indianapolis, IN

My father was the Pastor of Landmark Baptist Church for over 30 years. He started his pastoring in a little converted house. They then moved to a large church on the corner of Raymond St. and Perkins.

My Father wrote this:

The City of Indianapolis brought an end to the old church building. Raymond Street, a major east-west artery in Indianapolis, was widened to four lane, which came about the middle of the old building. The city offered us a ridiculous price and wanted us out immediately. We had no choice but to get an attorney and things dragged on and on. Before it was over four lanes of Raymond Street ran up to both sides of the building with a little detour around it. We even made the newspaper as the church in the middle of the road.

We were in a bind and had to build a building, quickly! We scoured the south-east side of town for land to build on. Nothing. We could not find a thing. Then, the land beside the old building became available. From then on things fell in place, well sort of. We wound up with three acres of ground a full block wide on Raymond street. We floated a $150,000 bond issue, got the plans drawn and went to work. Space will not permit me to go into even a few of the major problems we had. As a sample, our contractor went bankrupt with our building unfinished, a recession had hit and we were not able to sell all of our bonds, and, creditors were hounding us for the unpaid materials the contractor had used in our building.

The day finally came when we had to be out of the old building. We had held an auction and sold everything out of the old building we did not take with us. Like the stained glass windows, kitchen cabinets, light fixtures, etc. We moved out one day and the next day the building was gone!

We moved into the new building on the first Sunday in November 1974. There were no windows and no ceiling in the building. We had plastic over the holes and two propane heaters that sounded like jet airplanes. We were still not warm. We put a piece of plywood on some concrete blocks for the pulpit and our old pews were on bare cold concrete floors. I have no idea how the people stood it that fist winter.

Of course we were meeting in an unfinished building. The building inspector came by one day and threatened to put me in jail if we had church in the building again. I told him to be there at 10 o'clock Sunday morning, because we would be there. Well, he didn't show up, and, as a matter of fact, I never did see him or any other building inspector after that.

The next couple of years were spent trying to finish the building. Our people worked night after night. Very slowly it took shape. I thank God for such faithful people. It took years but we finally had a beautiful new building.

There are many fond memories of the new building and again I would not even attempt to list the people that came into our lives, most of them for the good.

My father was right when he said there were fond memories. I remember not only having my grandmothers there, I had many grandmothers.

Even though I was born an only child, I had many friends that was as close to me as brothers and sisters. Friends even today that I still have a close relationship with.

I was never a perfect child. I was a spoiled child. Not only by my parents and grandparent, but by the members as well.

I remember way back when, my father and his best friend at the time dressed up as women, for a costume party. It was so funny. If I find those pictures, I will post them.

My father was the pastor for over 30 years, he never asked during his time for a raise. When he left Landmark to go to Macedonian Missionary Service, he was making 12,000 a year. He worked on everything. If something broke he would fix it. My father knows how to fix about anything.

The church was broke into on several occasions, there was one time that sticks out in my mind. This person broke out a back window and climbed in, for what ever reason, one of our janitor closet door had a handle lock on it, but it was installed backwards and I guess this guy got spooked and locked himself into the closet. The He must have kicked that door for hours trying to get out. When he did finally get out, the then took one of our large coffee makers and took a crap in it. I guess that was pay back for his sore feet.

There was this cold icy winter Wednesday night, when all was quite, actually we was getting ready to go to night service. A very large crash sound was heard. I ran to my bed room window excepting to see a crash at Raymond and Perkins St. There was nothing. I was really surprised. We all got ready for church, and headed out the door. The church was right next door to our house. When we got to the church, we saw a car sticking out of our church building. My father and I ran for the building. My mom and grandmother went back to the house to call 911 and start calling everyone not to come to church.
My father and I ran to the car, the man was laying over on his door, his face was up. The door to the car was locked and we couldn't get in to the car. The car was still in drive and the the motor was still running. As we were trying to get into the car to get the guy out, the fire department pulled in, we guessed that someone else called them.
The fire department got the guy out and tried to revive him. They sent him to the hospital. The Fireman said that it was a good thing that no one was in the church at the time.
We found out later that he had a massive heart attack and died at the light, drove over the ditch and up into the building.

The high school class had a contest, and the the captains that lost, had to eat their lunch on the roof of the barn. And that is just what they did. There was several contest like that. It was quite fun to watch.

We had a special guest on time, if you remember him, His stage name was Cowboy Bob. He was on the t.v. every day, He brought his horse with him. I actually have a picture of me on his horse.

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Camp Chautauqua - Miamisburg, Ohio

Camp Chautauqua is on 40 acres, and has a bowling alley, tennis courts, basketball courts, Olympic-size swimming pool, 18 hole miniature golf course, baseball diamond, volley ball court, table tennis, Tent or camper area, cabins and dorms, snack shop, gift shop, out door auditorium, out door eating area.

My father and mother took me to Camp Chautauqua starting in 1965, when I was still in my mom. I had never missed a fun filled week in 25 years.



Jerry and Susan Harmyer is the camp managers and has been for years. I can remember them as a small child. The Harmyers has a special place in my heart. They were always very kind, and that is the way they had their staff trained.
Jerry is in the kitchen cooking pancakes.

The camp has been there for at least 42 years. Its a great place to go and have fun plus learn about God.

The camp itself had standard rules, but each group could add rules. With our group. We couldn't have anything like radios, games, cell phones, t.v.'s, etc.
Shorts only could be worn if they came down to the knee, and dresses could only go to the knee as well.

There was at least 20 churches in our group, churches from Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, and Canada. I met new friends every year.

The drive there was always fun, we would sing on the way there or play games on the bus.

Fun was the name of the game here, there was one morning that we had to do K.P. (work in the kitchen) We decided that we was going to use black wax and put it on our teeth to make them look broken out, and serve the people. At the time the kitchen was set up as a cafeteria style, where each person could see what they wanted, and the others could serve them. We not only had to serve, we also had to wash each and every pot, pan, tray and utensils. So if there were 300 campers, there was 300 trays to wash.

After I was in my teens, I started helping out how ever I could. I wasn't into sports, so watching them for me was just boring, so what I did, was helped out, I would work in the kitchen, work in the bowling alley, or the miniature golf. I have always been the type to help out whenever I could.

The cabins that we stayed in each year was not insulated or air condition. So the nights was either really hot or cold. There were two different size buildings. The smaller ones held 8 campers, the larger ones held up to 20. I liked the smaller ones the best.

The weeks schedule was the same every day of the week:

wake up, get coffee
Assembly
Breakfast
Bible classes
Lunch
Free time
Supper
Free Time
Night Service
Free Time
Bed

The dorms we only stayed in one year that I can remember. They were large building that held between 30 -50 campers.

The Auditorium was huge, it could seat about 600 people. The only down fall was, it was open on two of the sides. Our service was at night and if it rained you got wet. If it was muggy, you was wet. The mosquitoes were mean.

There was one year that we had a shaving cream fight on the way home, it was bus to bus, I am sure it was a sight to see on the interstate, seeing two buses side by side and shaving cream flying every where. Its funny those things that you remember.

Jerry was talking to my father one year, about the pool roof. The roof was in bad shape. There was a member that owned a construction company in our church, and he and my father worked out a deal. We took a weekend trip to Camp Chautauqua and put a new roof on the pool buildings. It was hard work. I carried the bundles of shingles to the roof. I also did the clean up on the ground. It was weird to be at camp with no one else there.

I haven't been to Camp Chautauqua in a very long time, its been at least 10 years. From what I have been told, every thing is air condition now.

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Vacation to the Grand Canyon Arizona

The vacation to Arizona was quite a trip. I went with a group, and we landed in Phoenix in the mid 1990's. The temperature was 115 degrees and was expected to get up to 120 degrees. I thought I landed in Heaven. I was happy until we got on the bus. It was freezing. I am an extremely cold natured person. The heat there is totally different than anywhere else I have visited. It was dry, living most of my life in Indiana its normally humid.

While we were in Flagstaff, we visited Riordan Mansion State Historical Park. The mansion was built back in 1904, it was two, two stories, houses connected with a pool room. This Mansion was unbelievable. The houses was a mirror of each other. They only took us into one of the houses, because, the other was still occupied.

When we first walked in, I was completely surprised how much cooler it was in the house. The tour guide said that it has no air conditioning, and no windows were open. She said that its the way they built the house. There was a large window in the celling, that allowed the heat to rise up into the attic.

They walked us through the kitchen to show us the hot water heater. It was heated by wood. The house had running water, and electricity. We then headed to the upstairs to see some of the bed rooms, they were larger than any bedroom that I owned at the time. They even showed us the bathroom, with a large tub, sink, and toilet.
My grandmother was born in 1908 and she told me when she was little, they used to take baths in a tub, you know the old metal ones. But yet in 1904 these folks had running water.

When we were done upstairs, they took us down to the pool room, that is what connected the two homes together. This room was a very large room, with a high celling, a huge fireplace and very unique windows, the windows was made out of a transparency picture made on glass. I have never seen anything like that in my life. I thought it was extremely cool. Then the tour guide then took us out by the garage, and told us about the cars these owners had.

The trip was only to take place in Flagstaff, but it was a great surprise when they took us to the Grand Canyon. I can honestly say I have never in my life seen so much beauty.
I posted pictures above for you to see the beauty.

I am so glad that I took this trip. It was a truly a great vacation.

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My Father Wrote This About My Mom

Elzoria Jeanette Studer was born on February 17, 1941 in a small Arkansas community called Collegeville, about half way between Little Rock and Benton. Tradition has it that was named Elzoria by an Indiana woman. No one knows the meaning or origin of such a strange name. Obviously, she always went by Jeanette. (Many years later she was surprised to learn that the name on her birth certificate was actually Elzara Janette.)

Jeanettes father, Clyde Studer, was never well to do and Jeanette grew up poor but happy in the Collegeville community. She knew and was known by folks for miles around. Jeanette, an only child, her mother, Louise, and father lived on five acres of land. As Jeanette grew her father added a bedroom on the house just for her.

I first met Jeanette when she was 15. I was in Bible College with a preacher, Cornelius Vuurens, who invited me to a revival meeting he was holding at the Collegeville Baptist Church. When I walked into the small church building I was immediately attracted to a pretty blond haired girl. I dont remember anything about the sermon but I remember how pretty I thought she was. Jeanette was with three other girls and I found out that the pastor of the church, L. J. Horton, had picked them up and brought them to church. I dont remember how I did it, but I managed to take the girls home that night. Taking the other girls home took me over about five miles of gravel roads. Then Jeanette lived at the end of a half mile dirt road.

Needless to say, I was back at the Collegeville church the following Sunday. One of the deacons, Bill Lequieu, (a distant cousin of Jeanette) and his wife, Elsie, invited me home for Sunday dinner. To my surprise and delight they had also invited Jeanette. And so began a wonderful courtship. I spent every Sunday afternoon with her, and as time went on I spent more and more of my evenings at her house. I can recall many pleasant evenings, sitting on her front porch, listening to the whippoorwills and being enthralled with the stories told by her father of strange happenings in this past. I lived ten miles away in Little Rock and soon could have made the trip to her house blindfolded.

I do not remember asking Jeanette to marry me. In time it was just something we took for granted. A little over a year after I fist saw her, on June 8^th, 1957, we were married (in Bill and Elsie Lequieus house) by Pastor Wesley McNeill. She was only 16 and I was 19. Both of our mothers had to sign for us. I had just finished my second year at the Missionary Baptist Seminary and Institute in Little rock and she had finished the 10^th grade. I was working as a lawn-mower repairman in little Rock and was the week-end pastor of the Independence Baptist Church in Pleasant Plains, about 100 miles north from our house. Looking back, had it not been for my parents who gave us a house to live in and some financial help, I dont see how we would have ever survived. But, at the time we were too young and in love to know the difference.

Our experiences at our first church, the Independence Baptist Church, were good. It was a small rural church that was established back in 1842. It was what was called a half-time church, meaning they had Sunday school every Sunday but only had preaching every other Sunday. We had not been there long until they decided to have full-time preaching and we drove up every Sunday. We would either drive up early Sunday morning in time for Sunday school or we would dive up on Saturday, do some visitation and spend the night with some of the people, like Brother and Sister Johnny Rhew or Aunt Evie Goad. (I remember washing the car one day at Aunt Eves. Jeanette came out of the house barefooted and for some reason hit me with a fly swatter. I in turn threw a bucket of soapy water on her.) Sunday afternoon we would go home with some of the good people for dinner and then be back at church for the evening service. Afterward we would drive the 100 miles back home and be ready for school early the next morning. The people were so patient with me and so good to us.

After a year or so Jeanettes father gave us an acre of his land. For some reason, Bill and Elsie Lequieu went to the bank and co-signed on a loan for us. With Jeanettes fathers help, we began building a 24x36 home (thats 864 sq. ft.). It was beautiful, we loved it and were so happy. We moved in our new home with Jeanettes parents on one side of us and her grandmother and uncle on the other.

By this time I was working part time in my fathers welding shop making $50 a week. I became pastor of a brand new church, the United Baptist Church, near Benton and only a few miles from our house. Jeanette graduated High School and got two years of Bible school training where I was attending. While she was there she took piano lessons from Lory Poynor and later from Wanda Sue Hamilton. Jeanette became a good pianist, played for church and even taught beginner piano later.

Our experiences at United were also good. Being a new church we got the experience of being in a building program for a church auditorium and later for the Sunday school room addition. My parents and Jeanettes mother joined. We had folks saved and baptized. (I remember baptizing Norman Bryant in a pond). The church grew and we were happy. We were there for about three years.

In early 1961, my last semester in school, one of my classmates told me he was going to a place called Indianapolis and invited me to go along. Jeanette and I went with him and found a small church meeting in a small converted house. They had been without a pastor for several months and things really didnt look that good. But, while we were there, God laid the church and Indianapolis on my heart. The church later called me as pastor and I accepted.

Looking back it now seems rather foolish. We were living in our own home next to Jeanettes parents, pasturing a growing church where people loved us and I was working with my father. (I dont think I mentioned that the church in Indianapolis was paying $20.00 a week.) We sold our house to Jeanettes uncle, paid off our debts, gave away everything we couldnt get in a 4x8 U-haul trailer, hooked the trailer behind a 1959 VW bug and headed for Indianapolis. And so began a new era in our lives.
Jeanette has always been obedient to my calling and didnt complain about the move to Indianapolis, even though she was very homesick. I didnt say she didnt express her opinion, I said she didnt complain.

We arrived in Indianapolis and I assumed my role as pastor on the third Sunday in June in 1961. Jeanette was 20 and I was 23 (although I looked about 19). We had enough money left after selling our house and paying all of our bills to make a down payment on a 12 foot wide mobile home. After arriving in Indianapolis we learned that I had been endorsed as an interstate missionary of the American Baptist Association of Churches and would receive $100 a week salary! What a blessing. I received that income for the next five years at which time the church was large enough to assume my support.

Upon arrival, our church pretty much consisted of Herb and Anne Wingate and their three sons, Bill and Barbara Sims and their two children, Marion and Raymond Cruise and their daughter and Fayrene Wolford, who was waiting to be baptized when I arrived.

After getting settled, our first project was to renovate the little house at 636 North Luett Street to make it look a little more like a church.

With no children, Jeanette and I were almost inseparable. Where you saw one, you usually saw the other. She worked at my side as we worked on the little church house. I remember renting a cement mixer and the two of us mixing cement and pouring sidewalks.

With her at my side, and with the help of the other members, we knocked on every door in our neighborhood. We struggled and struggled to break the 25 mark in Sunday School. Finally, after two years, we began to grow and by 1964 we had filled the little church. Just at the right time an old church building became available on East Raymond Street, across town from where we were meeting. We bought a brick church building, a two story, four bedroom parsonage on one-half acre of land on a major east-west street for $35,000.

We gave away the equity in our mobile home just to get out from under it and moved into the parsonage. We moved in the parsonage, that is, after we had redone all of the insides. The house was built in 1922 and was beautiful outside. But inside it had never had a facelift. What a gloomy mess it was. Jeanette and I, with some of the members, steamed off the old wallpaper, sometime four or five layers, from the walls and ceilings. Bill Sims hung new wallpaper for us and Red Wilson put a fresh coat of varnish on all the woodwork. We refinished the floors and did the best we could with the old kitchen cabinets. The only thing in the whole house that we didnt re-do was the brick on the fireplace. And, that was usually the thing people bragged on when they came in.

Of course there was lots of clean up and painting that had to be done on the church building. What had been an full house in our little building was now only a handful in our new building. But what a blessing it was. We had ten wonderful years (1964-1974) in that building. God blessed, souls were saved and we grew. One Sunday (I cant remember the date) we pulled out all of the stops and had 540 in Sunday School. Our building wouldnt hold that many so we had to move all of the kids over to the Boys Club building that day. We never broke that record.

In January of 1966 God blessed Jeanette and I with a son but it was an extremely hard birth on Jeanette. The doctor was not on the ball and Allen Ray was born unexpected and breach. The doctor began cutting, trying to get Allen out, with no anesthetic or spinal block for Jeanette. It was a very traumatic for her. She told me later that she could hear herself screaming like she was listening to someone else. The trauma of Allens birth stayed with her the rest of her life.

The cord was wrapped around Allens neck and in attempting to get him out, the doctor broke his arm. Allen had not moved a lot during the pregnancy and he had a flat spot on his head where he had laid during the pregnancy. But, worst of all, he had severe clubbed feet. We were fortunate to get a good orthopaedic doctor. Allen began his life in casts on both legs and kept them for several years. Along with the casts were a series of operations on his feet, the last one when he was 18. Considering how he began, Allens feet are remarkably good.

We had some great times in that old building on Raymond Street. At one time we were running five busses and bringing children in by the bus load. We cleared out the old basement and made classrooms to accommodate the kids. We even put indoor restrooms in the building. (Thats right, when we moved in, the church only had outdoor toilets that were in the end of the garage at the parsonage.) Jeanette was a bus captain, played the piano and organ and taught a Sunday school class. She helped the ladies organize an active Ladies Auxiliary. Souls were saved and baptized, often outdoors, and the church grew. There is no way that I could name all of the people that came into our lives in the old building.

To back up a little, soon after we came to Indianapolis we bought our first church bus. In the summer of 1962 we loaded up some kids and Jeanette and I took them over to Chautauqua, near Miamisburg, Ohio, and was in the first Eastern Baptist Youth Camp. Over the next 30 years we took hundreds of kids to summer youth camp. Some were saved and some made decisions that changed their lives. From the time Allen was born, he didnt miss a youth camp in 25 years.

All good things must come to an end and the City of Indianapolis brought an end to the old church building. Raymond Street, a major east-west artery in Indianapolis, was widened to four lane, which came about the middle of the old building. The city offered us a ridiculous price and wanted us out immediately. We had no choice but to get an attorney and things dragged on and on. Before it was over four lanes of Raymond Street ran up to both sides of the building with a little detour around it. We even made the newspaper as the church in the middle of the road.

We were in a bind and had to build a building, quickly! We scoured the south-east side of town for land to build on. Nothing. We could not find a thing. Then, the land beside the old building became available. From then on things fell in place, well sort of. We wound up with three acres of ground a full block wide on Raymond street. We floated a $150,000 bond issue, got the plans drawn and went to work. Space will not permit me to go into even a few of the major problems we had. As a sample, our contractor went bankrupt with our building unfinished, a recession had hit and we were not able to sell all of our bonds, and, creditors were hounding us for the unpaid materials the contractor had used in our building.

The day finally came when we had to be out of the old building. We had held an auction and sold everything out of the old building we did not take with us. Like the stained glass windows, kitchen cabinets, light fixtures, etc. We moved out one day and the next day the building was gone!

We moved into the new building on the first Sunday in November 1974. There were no windows and no ceiling in the building. We had plastic over the holes and two propane heaters that sounded like jet airplanes. We were still not warm. We put a piece of plywood on some concrete blocks for the pulpit and our old pews were on bare cold concrete floors. I have no idea how the people stood it that fist winter.

Of course we were meeting in an unfinished building. The building inspector came by one day and threatened to put me in jail if we had church in the building again. I told him to be there at 10 oclock Sunday morning, because we would be there. Well, he didnt show up, and, as a matter of fact, I never did see him or any other building inspector after that.

The next couple of years were spent trying to finish the building. Our people worked night after night. Very slowly it took shape. I thank God for such faithful people. It took years but we finally had a beautiful new building.

There are many fond memories of the new building and again I would not even attempt to list the people that came into our lives, most of them for the good. We had a few rocky times in the new building. People were sometime upset over one thing or another and decided to move on. Jeanette always handled these rough times better emotionally than I did.

In the 1970 a man named Vern Vaughan came by the office and said that Berean Baptist Church in Greenwood had begun a Bible printing ministry. He said that if we would buy a ton of paper, they would print New Testaments on the paper and give them back to us. I really didnt believe him, so we tried it. Sure enough we got the New Testaments. And so began our Bible distribution ministry at Landmark. Carl Tabor felt led to head up this ministry and since then Landmark has gone down to the print shop every week to help collate, bind, trim and pack tens of thousands, of New Testaments.

Somewhere in this time period, Jeanette began to work outside our home. She went to work for Market research company called Herron Associates. It wasnt long until she was running the Washington Square mall office. Then, she moved back to the office and ran the field department. The owner fired Jeanette because she thought Jeanette was going with some other truth but I think she was ready to be off work for awhile, so it really didnt matter.

When she was ready to go back to work she went to Public School 114 and was a teachers helper working with handicapped children. After a few years she became a chapter 1 teacher, helping students one-on-one. She enjoyed her time at the school and mad some dear friends.

Jeanettes father died of a sudden heart attack in 1970 at age 62. Jeanettes mother, later dubbed Granny by Allen, came to spend the summers with us. Then one day she sold her house in Arkansas and moved in with us for good. She lived with us for 23 years, until she died at age 89. Granny was always easy to get along with and never gave us any problem. She was always good to help with the housekeeping and cooking.

God had been dealing with me for several years about working with Macedonian Missionary Service. On one hand I did not feel free to leave the church but on the other hand I wanted to work with Macedonian. I was in a quandary for a long time. Then in February of 1992, 30 years and nine months after we came to Landmark, it was clear what I must do. I talked it over with Jeanette and, of course, she supported me in my decision. That was another major turning point in our lives. We had to move out of the parsonage that we lived in and loved for 28 years. What wonderful memories I have of that house.

Jeanette agreed to stay home and work while I went on deputation. (Deputation is a missionary visiting churches, explaining what God has called him to do and trusting that God will lead them to support him financially. All of the men who work with Macedonian are considered missionaries and have had to do deputation and raise their own financial support.) We moved in a house next door to the parsonage and Allen and Paula moved in with us. We did a lot of work on the house so Allen and Paula would have a couple of rooms in the basement. Then I hit the road. Over the next two years I would be gone for two weeks and then come home for a week or so. I did not keep a running tally, but I must have been in around 100 churches in those two years.

My mother, Beatrice, passed away that June. School was out for the summer and Jeanette and her little dog, Midget, went with me to the funeral and then on out into Missouri and Kansas. We ended up in Wichita and were able to visit with our friends, Bennie and Fredia Clark, who had moved back to Wichita from Indianapolis. It was such a pleasant trip and we enjoyed being together.

Churches and pastors have been so good to us. Every place we went the churches took up an offering for us, which gave us money for gas and food and a few repairs. I was pleasantly surprised at the churches who took us on for support and most have been faithful to this very day.

In the process of time we made three trips to Florida to find a house. Jeanette was with me once and I made two trips by myself. We looked and looked and looked but couldnt find anything we liked that we could afford. It was frustrating. On my last trip I had spent most of the day looking and didnt find a thing. I stopped on the side of the road and had a prayer meeting. I told the Lord that we needed a house if we were going to move down. Within 15 minutes I drove past a beautiful lot with trees on it. (Jeanettes one requirement was that our house should have some trees in the yard.) My cousins, Dolores and Larry Fisher, had built their own house and told us that we could do the same. But, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I called Jeanette and described the lot to her and asked what she thought about building a house. She said I would have to make the decision. I went to the realtor and made an offer on the lot. It was accepted and so began another major step in our lives.

Jeanette and I picked a floor plan we liked out of a book and ordered the plans. We scraped together all the money we could and borrowed all we could and started building a house. After we got the foundation and slab in, two men from Sheridan, Arkansas, Kenneth Dixon and _______, made a trip down, spent a week and framed the house. When we started the house people seemed to come out of the woodwork to help us. People we had never seen before. A plumber, Estel Elmore, bought all of the plumbing for us wholesale and supplied his labor for free. Tom Braddock brought a crew over one day and put the decking on the roof. There must have been a couple of dozen people who helped us on our house. My brother, Richard, came over every day for months and helped us. I wish I had time to tell you how God always supplied what we needed exactly when we needed it. It was almost miraculous.

While we were building we ate and showered at the Macedonian building and slept in our little travel trailer. Later we slept at Paul and Dixie Nicelys, who at that time lived behind the Macedonian Property. This was a hard time on both of us. We were both tired and the need to get the house finished played on our nerves. On Christmas day, it must have been 1993, one of the sweet ladies from Westwood Baptist Church, Eva Mitchner, invited us over for dinner. On the way Jeanette mad the statement that she wished we would hurry up and get the house finished. For some reason it him wrong and I told her in no uncertain terms that I was doing the best I could to get it finished. Well, things got very quiet. I dont think we spoke to each other until the next day.

Finally the house was finished! We picked the floor plan we liked and really had no idea what it was going to look like inside. It was beautiful. Right after I had resigned the church Leon Jasper had told Jeanette that God would not take something away from you without giving you something better in its place. That was true and we were so thankful to God and all the people who made it possible for us to have such a nice house.

As soon as we moved in Granny, who had been living with Allen and Paula in Indianapolis, came down. Things settled down and I was finally able to work full time at Macedonian, just six miles from our home. Jeanette kept house and did the yard work. Granny usually either read or worked on one of her quilts. Things were so good that it was almost perfect.

Jeanette loved the yard. She planted flowers and bushes and trees. She spent many days working on the grass. We sodded a small part right in front of the house. As it grew she would cut off the runners and plant them in other parts of the yard. As the grass grew, she was the one who kept it cut. She always enjoyed going around the yard looking at all the plants and remembering where we got them.

Then one day Granny fell in the house. We never left her alone and we both happened to be at home at the time. She landed on her face and her glasses cut a gash in her face. We immediately called the ambulance and they took her to the hospital. The fall addled her and for awhile she was not in her right mind. The doctor talked to us and told us that we would not be able to care for Granny at home. He said we might make it for two or three days but that would be all. Jeanette hated it so bad but we all knew it had to be. Jeanette visited her every day. But, Granny didnt understand and always begged to go home. She would tell Jeanette that Jeanette didnt love her or she would take her home. This was traumatic on Jeanette.

Along about this time Jeanette began to have lower back pain and began to drag her left foot a little. We thought it was a pinched nerve in her back, so we went to a chiropractor. He was no help at all. It became difficult for Jeanette to walk from the parking lot to Grannys room at the nursing home. So, off to the neurologist. He had four MRIs done of the back and head. Nothing showed up. He recommended we go to Shans (the University of Florida medical center in Gainsesville). Our appointment was so far away that we decided to go to the Florida Spine Institute in Clearwater, Florida. The neurologist there did a myleogram, spinal tap, and several nerve conduction test. Everything was normal. Then a series of blood work-ups. Nothing there. The doctors had ruled out Parkinsons, MS or a brain Tumor. Then to a rheumatologist to see if it was Lupus. It was not.

Granny passed away in March of 1997.

Jeanette was slowly getting worse and by this time was using a wheelchair. Then to Shans in Gainesville. The learned doctor there spent an hour examining Jeanette and going over all of her MRIs and tests. He said there was nothing wrong with her nerves. He said it was probably a psychological condition brought on by stress and recommended we go back to the first neurologist and get some nerve medicine. We did and he purt her on Prozac. A couple of weeks into Prozac and her hands began shaking. So, off Prozac but the shaking continued.

Somewhere along here Jeanette developed a frozen left shoulder. She could only lift her arm a few inches from her side. The rheumatologist did the shots in it and she had physical therapy but nothing helped much. Later she developed a frozen right shoulder. More shots and therapy but no improvement.

By this time Jeanette was pretty much wheelchair bound and could not roll over, sit up, stand or walk without help. In June of 1997 we made a few trips and spent a few days at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, Florida. We saw four doctors, had lots of blood work-ups, another EMG, another MRI of the head, and some x-rays. Nothing showed up in any of it. Their conclusion was, because nothing medical showed up, her condition must be psychological. So, she saw their psychiatrist who place her on some medication and recommended we see a psychologist closer to home. We saw two psychologists and neither could find anything that would cause her medical problems.

Our next stop was at the University of Miami. The doctor spent an hour with us going over all the records and examining Jeanette. He even called in a world renown movement disorder specialist. Neither could find a thing. The doctor said he was trained to tell the difference between a medical problem and a psychological one. He said in Jeanettes case he just couldnt tell. Since Jeanette had some Parkinson like symptoms, he placed her on some Parkinson medication. It did nothing.

Jeanette developed a burning pain in her lower back, across her buttocks and down the back of her legs to her knees. The pain specialist said it was neuropathic pain and that narcotic medicines would not touch it. Jeanette was on morphine for awhile but it didnt help. She was placed on three medications that dulled the pain a little but never too it away. Jeanette was in pain 24 hours a day. The only temporary relief she could get was to rub it down with ice.

It is now early 1998. We heard of a doctor in Acapulco, Mexico, that dealt in unusual cases. We made arrangements and flew down. We saw some remarkable things while we were there for over two weeks, but, as hard as he tried, he was unable to help Jeanette any at all. He finally came to the conclusion that her condition was psychological and that she should come home and see a psychiatrist who could put her on some medication. Within a week after coming back we saw a psychiatrist who put her on medication and suggested we see a psychologist. Another psychologist spent several weeks with her and could not locate anything that could be causing such a drastic problem. We went to a hypnotherapist who hypnotized her but couldnt find any unresolved psychological problems.

Getting Jeanette in and out of the car got to be almost impossible. Jim and Ina Clark gave us a beautiful 1991 Astro van. We had a wheelchair lift installed in it and we were off again. We could roll Jeanettes wheelchair on the lift and have her in the van, strapped down and on our way in a matter of minutes. She was mobile again. We went out to eat, went to yard sales (which she dearly loved), shopped at Wal-Mart, and, most important of all, got back to church. In the eight months we had the van Jeanette did not miss a single Sunday school and Sunday morning service.

Jeanette was in physical therapy again for may weeks, hoping to regain some strength. In the long run the therapy did little. While we were in therapy we met a neuro-psychologist who agreed to give Jeanette a series of psychological test and see if he could locate any problems. The tests showed nothing out of the ordinary and several sessions did not reveal any psychological problems.

During this time Jeanette was on 26 different prescription medications, saw 21 doctors, four chiropractors, a Chinese acupuncturist, two psychiatrists, four psychologists and a hypnotherapist. All along Jeanette was getting slowly worse. The last several months she was unable to feed herself. The chewing became more difficult. She was unable to stick her tongue out or to clean food out of her jaw. Her speech became more and more difficult to understand. There was a marked difference in her chewing and speech the last three or four days of her life.

This two and a half years was the worst time we had during our marriage. It was a real nightmare, almost unreal, like you expect to wake up and it would all be gone. But, while it was the worst time, it was also one of the best times of our marriage. We became closer than we had every been. Closer than I imagine 99% of married couples are. We were very best friends and would often just lay on the bed and talk. It was such a special time.

Through all of this Jeanette never lost hope. We were in the process of making a video to send to Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, to see if they would try to find her problem. Her physical therapist, Lee Scruggs, was going to help us and take Jeanette through the range of motion and show her condition on tape. The morning of the day she died we had and appointment with Lee to make the video. One minute and 10 seconds into the video and the battery played out! We also had an appointment that morning with the neuro-psychologist, Dr. Tim Worden. Instead, he had made arrangements with a doctor friend of his to spend some time with us. Dr. Oh spent an hour with us, listening patiently as we went through all of the background information and asking us questions. His conclusion was that he did not have a clue as to what was wrong with her. With all of the places we had been, the doctors we had seen and the tests we had done, Dr. Oh did not have any solid suggestions on what to do next. He thought our planned trip to Mayo might be good. We then spent a few minutes with Dr. Worden, the neuro-psychologist.

We left and decided to go to McDonalds for some fish sandwiches and fries. We sat in the parking lot and ate and fed the sea gulls. It was a pleasant time. Then we went to Wal-Mart and looked around but didnt buy anything. As we usually did on Friday after the psychologist appointment, we bought groceries. Although Jeanettes body failed to obey her, her mind remained sharp. In the supermarket I would push Jeanette with one hand and pull the basket with the other. But, Jeanette bought the groceries. She told me what to buy. I just put it in the basket. Jeanette usually knew where everything was in the house. If I couldnt find something I would ask her and she would tell me where it was. She knew what was in the refrigerator, although she seldom saw inside it. She planned the meals. She gave instructions on how to clean the house and what to do in the yard.

After buying groceries we arrived back home around 2 oclock. I brought her in and put her on the bed. She had a schedule of TV programs that she enjoyed watching every day and at two there was nothing. So, I put in a VCR tape that we had recorded earlier for her to watch. I put up the groceries and went in and laid down beside her on the bed and took a nap. I must have slept for almost an hour. When I woke up I turned the recorder off and put the TV on the channel where Oprah would come on. I went to the computer and worked for awhile. I put the article on the Kosovo refugees, that had been in The Macedonian Call, on our website. I must have worked around an hour. I thought about the dead battery in my camcorder and went to put it on the charger, which was in our bedroom.

When I went into the bedroom I noticed she was laying there with her mouth open. She normally made a little noise when she was asleep but she was not making it. When I tried to wake her I quickly realized she wasnt breathing. A feeling of panic came over me. I called 911 and the lady instructed me to put Jeanette on the floor and do CPR. I had never been trained to do CPR so the lady guided me step by step. I suppose it was only a matter of minutes before the paramedics arrived. They ran me out of the room as they worked on her. Shortly on of them came in and told me Jeanette was gone. I couldnt believe it. I asked them to let me go back in for just a minute. I knelt beside her on the floor and cried and talked to her and gave her a kiss.

The paramedics were wonderful. They called her doctor and asked if he would sign the death certificate. He said because he had not diagnosed a life threatening condition he could not sign it. The paramedics than had to call the Sheriff. It wasnt long before a female Sheriff arrived. She was also wonderful. She called Disney and finally contacted our son, Allen. She also called my brother, Richard, who was living with us but was in Orlando. Richard called Harold Williams, one of the men I work with at Macedonian, and he came in just a few minutes. Richard, Allen and Paula, our daughter-in-law all arrived, before the crime scene people. The crime scene investigator asked Allen how he got there from Disney so quickly. It was about a 45 minute drive one way. We were all asked to leave the house as the officer, also a lady, did her investigation.

Just about dark they finished whatever it was they were doing and the people from the funeral home arrived. All of us went over to Harolds house while they took her away.

The next morning, Saturday, the medical examiner performed an autopsy on Jeanette. I was told it was more extensive than usual but the medical examiner was not able to determine the cause of her death. Since then the toxicology report has come back, but there was nothing significant about it. When I last talked to the medical examiner he told me he could not find any physical reason for her death.

Jeanettes funeral was held at First Missionary Baptist Church in Auburndale. Jeanette looked so pretty. Our Pastor, Gary Woodring, flew down from Anderson, Indiana, to be with us. We didnt want Jeanettes memorial service to be a morbid thing. We wanted it to be a celebration of her life, and I think it was. I had no idea if I could or not but I felt compelled to say a few words. I cried a little but I made it through it. I enjoyed the rest of the service. Three Sweet ladies that Jeanette loved to hear sing, sang tow songs. David Gurgel, pastor at First Missionary, that Jeanette also loved, did her obituary. Pastor Woodring preached and did a great job. We closed the service singing Victory in Jesus.

So Jeanettes life on this earth came to an end on April 16, 1999, 58 years and two months after her birth. I havent lost her, I know exactly where she is. Would I have her back in the condition she was in? In a heartbeat. Would I bring her back if it were in my power? Absolutely not.

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March 3, 1997 - My Granny Dies

I got a call from my mother on March 3, 1997. She asked if I could go to the nursing home, the nursing home said that she would not be alive much longer. Mom at the time was sick herself. At this point my mom was using a walker just to get around. So off to the Nursing home I went. I went into her room, I pulled a chair next to her bed and put my hand in hers, she was sleeping, and snoring. I sat there for hours, I didn't move the whole night, until it got so quite in the room. I didn't hear the machines, the other people, nothing. I almost thought I had fallen asleep. But the fact is my grandmother, passed away. I squeezed her hand and told her I was going to miss her very much. I kissed her on her forehead and told her that I loved her. Then I ran and got the nurse. With tears running down my cheeks they knew what happened.

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Granny (Louise Studer) Falls at Home

My parents called me one day and told me that they had to put Granny in a nursing home. She had fallen at home and my mother alone couldn't help her back up. So the decision was made. I moved to Florida to be close to her. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her. I went to visit her as much as I could and still work full time. There was one day that I went and saw her at the end of the hall way yelling at the therapist - she said I don't want to do that, I want to go home. My grandmother was homesick. I went up to her and acted like I never heard her. I kissed her on her cheek and asked what she was doing. Her reply was nothing. The therapist told me that she wanted Granny to wheel herself down the hall. I said ok Granny, you like my kisses, so I am going to stand here until you get here, I will give you a big kiss and hug. She just sat there for some time, waiting to see if I moved or not. She did get to where I was and I gave her a big hug and a big kiss, I said see that wasn't to bad now was it. She smiled at me and said no.

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Granny (Louise Studer) 20th Birthday Party

In 1988 my grandmother had her 20th birthday party. We had party in the church, with all of friends in attendance. She was scared out of her wits, when every one yelled surprise. As you see in the picture below Gary was holding her up.

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Granny (Louise Studer) Gets A Puppy

We bought Granny a Chihuahua dog one year, her name was Penny. (you can see Granny holding her in the picture to the left.) Granny loved her, she took very good care of Penny. Actually, I think I was jealous sometimes. She was spoiled more than me.

Granny's favorite game was Aggravation it was a marble game. She like to do search word books.

My grandmother really liked my fathers church, she liked to sing, even though she never got up and sang in front of anyone.
She enjoyed spending time with the other ladies. She became close friends with Ada Parkey. I remember taking them shopping and they was a hoot. The stuff they would talk about would even make me blush.

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1973 Granny (Louise Studer) Showed Up

Back in 1973 I believe was the year, our phone rang. It was my grandmother. She was at the bus stop. My mom and dad was a bit confused. They wasn't expecting her. We all got into the car and drove to the bus station. When we were all back into the car she informed us all that what she brought is all that she owned and she was moving in with us.

I was happy that she was moving with us, due to me being an only child. It was like I got an instant sister. Even though we were years apart in age we were best friends from the start.

She was most impressed with the house. Her house that she left behind in Arkansas was a 2 room house. Our house was 3 stories, 4 bedrooms up stairs, living room, dining, kitchen, mud room, a music room, side porch, and a full basement, which must have looked like a mansion to her.

She helped the family out a lot. She cooked and cleaned. She did the laundry, and even planted her own garden. She was extremely happy with us.

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The Website

I am sure you can see a lot of articles on my site now. I have been working all day on it.

Todays weather - Rainy and 62 degrees the sun did poke its head out towards then end of the day. Which was a nice thing to see since its been raining for two days now.

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Lequieu Family Tree

Louise LeQuieu was born on February 29th, 1908. She was a leap year baby. One birthday every 4 years.

Her grandfather Herbert LeQuieu and grandmother Zoe (Selliers) LeQuieu had four sons and came over from France to start a new life. "The American Dream" Why they went from New York to a small community called "Collegeville" in Arkansas, I will never know. But that is just what they did. They bought the land and built their home and started their farming business.

Granny told me that her chores around the farm was feeding the pigs, milking the cows, feeding the chicken and then working out in the fields. She said that working in the fields was hard work, digging up the earth, removing all the rocks and stones that was in the way. Planting all the seed, weeding, and then harvesting. She said a normal work day was sun up to sun set.

Her father (Julian LeQuieu) and her mother (Zealian) which was part Indian, had 16 children. Granny was one of the youngest ones. Some of her brother and sisters died due to either still born or accidents. She talked mostly about Chick LeQuieu, her younger brother. Chick went into the army at a young age and was sent over seas. He drove his jeep over a land mine and it killed him. I remember her crying about it when she would tell this story.

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Clyde Studer

Clyde Studer born October 9th, 1907.

There is not a lot that I know about my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was 3 years old.

There is only one thing that I remember, I remember sitting on his lap, and he used to roll his own cigarettes. He was going to go get the can of tobacco and I ran and got it for him.

When I get more information I will post it.

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Removing Texture

Removing Texture off of walls. I don't know if it was popular some years back, but its not good for re-painting. The house that I currently live in, had two textured walls in the living room, we decided to remove it and make the wall flat again.

My advice on this is to tear out the old walls and replace them with new drywall.

We honestly thought that just removing it would be the cheapest route for us. Since we had the time, we used a belt sander, but it has a few downfalls, the dust gets everywhere and you use a ton of belts.
It took three of us, two weeks, working day and night, to remove it off of two walls. I am happy that it wasn't on all four walls. We put up plastic to cover the open doors, towels in front of all the doors that could close. Covered the floor with plastic. We did wear face mask, and safety goggles. But, even with all this protection, the dust still made it to the rest of the house. I dusted every day for a month before it was all gone, cleaned the furnace filter every day as well.

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The Weather

The weather effects me so much, in different ways. Like today, its gloomy and rainy. Its been raining for 3 days now. When it rains, my joints hurt, such as my feet and knees. I get the most horrific headache the day before the front gets here. This headache will some times last for days. I don't take medicine that often for it. Seldom is more like it.

Today I put up a new mail box. You would think it would be an easy thing to do. Take old one off and put new one on. (I think Murfy is a distant cousin) So I took the old one off with no problem. I was like wow this is great. I went and got the new one, placed it where the old one was and gezz, its to small, the frame that was holding the last is much larger than this one. I had to think what would be the easiest way to fix the problem. I went to the shed and found my tools. Found a piece of wood and cut it to fit the new mailbox. After I mounted the new Mailbox, I found out that I didn't move it close enough to the front so the door would open. So I had to remove all the screws that I just put in, (by hand) and move it and re-screw it in. What should have taken only 10 minutes took over an hour.

Tonight was poker night. I won 1st place. I am happy since I had to borrow the buy in money. I had enough at the end to pay back what I owed and then some.

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Gas Prices going up

Gas Prices are at $3.95 a gallon. They are up from my post on Friday, May 02,08. In that post the gas prices was $3.75 a gallon. It went up 20 cents in 5 days.

Went to the bank and saw a police officer sitting near the front door. I found out that it has been robbed twice. You know the times are getting bad, when your local neighborhood bank is getting robbed. Everyone that I talk to these days are saying how the money is just not covering the bills. I think a depression is on its way.

While I was at work one day, this little old lady came up and wanted some work done. When I finished her job, she told me that all the signs are here and we are going straight into a depression. She said that this one is going to be much worse than the last. She said there are going to be suicides, robberies, and a lot of homeless.
My grandmother spoke of it a couple of times, she said that it was bad in the towns and cities, but out where she was it was better, she lived on a farm, which they grew what they ate and sold.

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FWG Random Defence

I found this game on Playitontheweb .com
I have really enjoyed it. You have to place defence weapons in the path of the armies that are coming to your base. You must stop them at all cost. You get money to upgrade your weapons and research. It was really hard at first, but I learned to adapt to it. I haven't beat the hardest map as of yet, but will keep trying until I do.

Below is a picture of my last level. It shows me using all the upper cannons. They cost 1500 a piece. I also put the score in the picture.

Here is a link to the game FWG Random Defence Game

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Instant Messaged my Father

My father lives in Florida, I live in Indiana. Since the internet has become so popular, my father and I chat most days. I have found that the use of the internet is quite something. All the information at your finger tips.

We chat mostly during the day, while he is at work and I am working on this website. Today was a day of chatting, remembering the good old days. Back when we took trips in his X-19 car. (a little sports car that he rebuilt) It was a really cool little car. The top came off so that you could enjoy the sun as you drove. While we was on one of our trips, I saw another X-19 and went up and talked to the owner and asked where his top was. He opened the trunk, which was in the front, and the engine in the back. He showed me where the top was, how it was placed and how to hook it in. I ran very excited to my father and showed him how it was supposed to fit. We did it, and from that day on, we mostly drove with the top out. My Father sold the car, which I wasn't a happy camper over. But hey it was his.

He now tells me that he owns a Model A. I can not wait to get there and drive that around.

I remember years back, my grandfather built a Model T ford. He built it from the ground up. It was sharp when he was done with it. He told me if I could start it, I could drive it. Well it doesn't have a key, its got a crank in the front and a foot starter. Well I cranked it and got in and it started right up. I was able to drive it for a long time. I was really a happy camper then. Cause how many can really say they drove a Model T these days?

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Night out on the town

Today I got up and mowed the grass. I like to mow my front yard with just the push mower, I think it makes it look nicer. I use the tractor on the back yard. When I got done with the yard, a friend called and asked if I wanted to go to dinner and then to karaoke. I said sure.

A night of Drama.

We went to English Ivy's for dinner. We had entertainment, like the guy that wore his pants 2 sizes to small. And he thought he looked good in them. He also thought he could dance. But there isn't a dance floor. Funny what a few beers will make a person do.

We finished early and decided to go to a local coffee shop first and then go to Karaoke. As we drove to the coffee shop, there were tons of people down town. I had no clue that Obama was in town.
Karaoke was quite fun, lots of singing. The thing is some of them could really sing. I mean beautiful voice. And there was others that didn't have a clue how to carry a note.
The thing that gets me is, why so many people sing love songs. I understand the couples singing it to their special someone. But the ones that are there alone, get up and sing it, and when they are finished they look all depressed. Why would you do that to yourself, or us that is trying to listen to it. I still cannot figure out people.

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Fun Filled Day

Today was a fun day, I did do a little bit of work on the web site. But I also got to go and see Iron Man that just came out to the Movie theaters. I rather enjoyed the movie. It was a good flick. Getting out of the house was also good. I needed the fresh air.

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Working on the Website

I decided early this morning that I would work on the website today. I collected pictures and information. Finding the information was the hard part. I thought I knew where my paper work was, but I have no clue. So I gathered as much as I could find, and started a section called Family Tree. My grandmother is featured first. I have spent most of the day working on this and its still not finished. I didn't realize how much work it would be. But its going to be worth it in the long run.

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Saving Energy One light at a Time

I have found a way to save energy and money at the same time.
When I was in Sams Club, I walked down the lighting isle. I found something interesting. Sylvania now has a 3 in one LED night light.
Features:
1. a single LED light at the top of the light, for the night light.
2. automatic sensor (turns light on at night and off during the day.)
3. Built in LED Flashlight with rechargeable batteries.
4. Emergency lighting (power failure)

I have to say I am well pleased with this product. It works just as they say it does. Just plug it in and put the switch on auto. That was easy.

I bought 3 sets of 3 for $19.99 each set. The watts used is 0.8w.

They truly light up my home, I have one in the bathroom, one in the garage, one in the patio, one in the kitchen, three in the living room. My next purchase is going to be an LED light for my bedrooms.

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Texas Holdem Poker Night

Getting ready for poker night is not an easy thing. I have to make sure the yard is mowed, the cat litter is clean, house is clean from top to bottom, and go to work.

I called Mike - he owns four 4plexes, I work for him part time, doing odd jobs.

I never knew that a person would leave so much stuff behind. But so far, I have had to clean out 3 apartments. and all three of them was at least a truck load to the dump. This last one that I did, had a dog's foot prints inside the refrigerator.
Mike said that I need to paint a floor for him. So I met up with him at the apartment. I asked him why he painted them? He said it was cheaper than putting carpet down after 2 people lived in them. The paint only needed touched up every time.

I noticed when I was out that gas prices are up again. $3.75 for the cheap grade.

When I got home I started cleaning and getting ready for the night.

I been calling all my friends for over a month now, and told them about poker at my house every Friday night. Some show up some night and other show up on other nights. We have been having between three and eight players. Tonight I won 2nd place. I paid back my buy in money. So I broke even.

Watched a movie and fell asleep.

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Present

Here is my gift to you. I wanted to make something very unique, and this is what I came up with.

I call it "Blooming".

I tried every thing I know to give you the embed code for "Blooming". Blogger reads the embed code and puts another picture in. So the only way I know how to get this to you, is to email it to you. So if you would like the embed code for "Blooming", then leave me a comment that you want the code. I will email it to you then.




Thanks Again,

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Present # 1

Here is my gift to you. This is a puzzle that puts itself together. I wanted to make something very unique, and this is what I came up with.

I tried every thing I know to give you the embed code for this awesome puzzle. Blogger reads the embed code and puts another picture in. So the only way I know how to get this to you, is to email it to you. So if you would like the embed code for this awesome puzzle, then leave me a comment that you want the code. I will email it to you then.





Thanks Again,

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My Blog Website

Today I bought my own website. I wanted to have a place where my family and friends could keep up with me. They can see on a daily basis what I did that day.

I have spent most of the day making my logo, putting some pictures on it. Now its off to writing Articles.

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