The new colt, Patches, was a very pretty pony. Her coloring was nice and sharp, and her appearance was bright and vivacious. She seamed to always be moving or walking or jumping. One summer afternoon Patches was tethered on the lawn in the back yard while we were having a picnic lunch in the front yard. Our whole family was there, and we had some watermelon for dessert. Now we learned that our ponies liked the rind that is left. So I asked Roger who is about 5 years old to take some rinds over to Patches in the back. He carefully took a paper plate, and piled some rinds on it. He went to the back yard and placed the plate close enough so that the pony could reach it. Then he turned to leave. Patches was watching what he was doing, and when he turned around, she promptly spun around and kicked with her hind legs. She hit Roger perfectly in seat of his pants with both hoofs. Roger turned and in anger yelled, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
Patches was a beautiful pony, but I could imagine that she would have to be tamed and trained. When anyone would come close to her, she would bare her teeth and be ready to bite. Also keeping two ponies fed was a major problem for me. Even getting enough water for both, plus cleaning up. I was not prepared for all the attention and work involved. I felt blessed and relieved that I was able to sell both ponies, because I was in a bad situation of trying to get a nice home for them. I really liked them, especially the little one.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Ponies Continiued
While I was working, I was not able to go to the farm during the week, so I had only the weekend to visit and do all that was needed to be done. Also the children were in school all week as well. So the first weekend after the colt was born we all went to the farm. I believe I might have been the most excited one in the family, but I was very anxious to see the new arrival.
There she was with her mother, Queenie, all bright and alert, full of energy, brown and white, pretty female pony colt called Patches. She was the opposite of her mother, Queenie, who was standing there and not doing anything. Patches was moving all the time, walking, and turning and jumping. I was delighted to see her, but again, the children were standing back, somewhat afraid, not sure what to expect next.
Now I'm realizing that perhaps I'm the only one that seems to be enjoying all of this. Things are changing especially with the new colt arriving. Grandpa and now grandma have a lot of extra work to do with the two animals. Also my obligations
have increased in getting food for the two. For one pony I had to have one bale of clover hay and one bushel of oats available each day. Every weekend I would get 7 bales of hay and 1 bushel of oats from a local farmer. Now it had to be clover hay because the pony would not eat regular hay. Queenie would take regular hay out of the manager and throw it on the floor and walk on it. Now with 2 ponies I had to double the amount each weekend. I did not have a pick up, so I had a problem getting all that in my station wagon.
I decided to sell both ponies. The word went out to others in the family, and in my mother-in-law's relatives a grandfather bought both ponies for his grandchildren.
There she was with her mother, Queenie, all bright and alert, full of energy, brown and white, pretty female pony colt called Patches. She was the opposite of her mother, Queenie, who was standing there and not doing anything. Patches was moving all the time, walking, and turning and jumping. I was delighted to see her, but again, the children were standing back, somewhat afraid, not sure what to expect next.
Now I'm realizing that perhaps I'm the only one that seems to be enjoying all of this. Things are changing especially with the new colt arriving. Grandpa and now grandma have a lot of extra work to do with the two animals. Also my obligations
have increased in getting food for the two. For one pony I had to have one bale of clover hay and one bushel of oats available each day. Every weekend I would get 7 bales of hay and 1 bushel of oats from a local farmer. Now it had to be clover hay because the pony would not eat regular hay. Queenie would take regular hay out of the manager and throw it on the floor and walk on it. Now with 2 ponies I had to double the amount each weekend. I did not have a pick up, so I had a problem getting all that in my station wagon.
I decided to sell both ponies. The word went out to others in the family, and in my mother-in-law's relatives a grandfather bought both ponies for his grandchildren.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Animals at the Broz's Part 1 of 3 Parts
There are several different times that we had different animals at the Broz household, so I thought I would prepare you as to what to expect.
Part 1 Ponies
I have to start by giving a short background. When I married Dorothy, her parents became the the most wonderful in-laws anyone could ever have. They accepted me as their son, and I enjoyed being in the family. My aptitude test showed that first I should a doctor, and next I should be a farmer. What a pleasant surprise it was to learn that Dorothy's parents owned 1 acre of land of which 1\2 was not being used. Previously her dad used it as a vegetable garden as well as for raising chickens which included a chicken coop. This was actually well built and could be considered as a small barn.
Now this was shortly after the twins were born, and that gave us 5 children with
the oldest about 8 years old. I asked my father-in-law if I could convert the chicken coop into barn for a pony. Also if he would be willing to take care of it for us as well. He was originally from Oklahoma,and he had some experience with horses when he worked on a ranch. He said he would do that and we could use the little barn for a stable. I was delighted and proceeded to prepare the now stable for a new adventure.
Checking the newspaper, I found an ad selling a carnival pony that was used for riding children while being lead. I thought that was perfect and I was all excited. However they said that the pony was in fold. I pondered about that for awhile but decided that that wouldn't make any difference. So I bought the pony.
They delivered the pony with the instructions that she needs a bale of clover hay every day and a bushel of oats every week. I had a station wagon, so I was able to do that every week end. I also needed a saddle and a bridle and some blankets. Our pony was back, so I bought most of the things in white. Now we needed a name for her, and Dorothy named her Queenie. The next weekend we got Queenie all dressed up, and brought the children.
Now I was surprised, the children were frightened and didn't want to get close.
So I showed our oldest how to put his foot in the stirrup helped him into the saddle. I led Queenie around the yard, and all the other children relaxed.
Several weeks later, Dad called and said you have a little colt. He said the colt was partially showing,and he helped by pulling on the two front hoofs. This was a female, she was white with large patches of brown. So her name became Patches.
To be continued
Part 1 Ponies
I have to start by giving a short background. When I married Dorothy, her parents became the the most wonderful in-laws anyone could ever have. They accepted me as their son, and I enjoyed being in the family. My aptitude test showed that first I should a doctor, and next I should be a farmer. What a pleasant surprise it was to learn that Dorothy's parents owned 1 acre of land of which 1\2 was not being used. Previously her dad used it as a vegetable garden as well as for raising chickens which included a chicken coop. This was actually well built and could be considered as a small barn.
Now this was shortly after the twins were born, and that gave us 5 children with
the oldest about 8 years old. I asked my father-in-law if I could convert the chicken coop into barn for a pony. Also if he would be willing to take care of it for us as well. He was originally from Oklahoma,and he had some experience with horses when he worked on a ranch. He said he would do that and we could use the little barn for a stable. I was delighted and proceeded to prepare the now stable for a new adventure.
Checking the newspaper, I found an ad selling a carnival pony that was used for riding children while being lead. I thought that was perfect and I was all excited. However they said that the pony was in fold. I pondered about that for awhile but decided that that wouldn't make any difference. So I bought the pony.
They delivered the pony with the instructions that she needs a bale of clover hay every day and a bushel of oats every week. I had a station wagon, so I was able to do that every week end. I also needed a saddle and a bridle and some blankets. Our pony was back, so I bought most of the things in white. Now we needed a name for her, and Dorothy named her Queenie. The next weekend we got Queenie all dressed up, and brought the children.
Now I was surprised, the children were frightened and didn't want to get close.
So I showed our oldest how to put his foot in the stirrup helped him into the saddle. I led Queenie around the yard, and all the other children relaxed.
Several weeks later, Dad called and said you have a little colt. He said the colt was partially showing,and he helped by pulling on the two front hoofs. This was a female, she was white with large patches of brown. So her name became Patches.
To be continued
Monday, October 5, 2009
Marriage Revisited
If you went to church yesterday, you heard about God creating Eve to be a companion for Adam, and he loved her at first sight. It wasn't said that way, but I'm using my own explanation to bring it up to our time. I imagine he could have said, "Wow, you are beautiful." In my opinion that was the first marriage, and he loved her very much.
My thoughts about past marriages, reminds me of my parent"s marriage which lasted almost 70 years. My father died 6 weeks before the date of their wedding. My own wedding. which many of you know, lasted 63 years, because Dorothy died on that exact date. I loved her very much, but Jesus asked for her to come with Him.
When you talk about marriage, you have to talk and understand what love is all about. Love is kind and gentle. Love is patient and warm and cuddling, Love is peaceful and quiet and tender. Love is not rough and gruff or loud and boisterous or violent. Love is peaceful and peace loving. I"m going into detail because, I feel this type of love is being lost in the youth of today. It is my opinion that this type of love is the normal prelude for a great and long lasting marriage,
There is a lot of sadness to many people when there is an abusive marriage. It usually ends up with violence, and even the police are fearful of domestic violence cases. Even their own lives are in danger.Very often the people are irrational and almost impossible to deal with.
So I hope and pray that I would be able to encourage all the young people contemplating marriage to see if true love is there. This sexual love that is so prevalent out there is dangerous and is not love. Sexual intercourse is intended for having babies in a marriage. Then there is happiness all around.
My thoughts about past marriages, reminds me of my parent"s marriage which lasted almost 70 years. My father died 6 weeks before the date of their wedding. My own wedding. which many of you know, lasted 63 years, because Dorothy died on that exact date. I loved her very much, but Jesus asked for her to come with Him.
When you talk about marriage, you have to talk and understand what love is all about. Love is kind and gentle. Love is patient and warm and cuddling, Love is peaceful and quiet and tender. Love is not rough and gruff or loud and boisterous or violent. Love is peaceful and peace loving. I"m going into detail because, I feel this type of love is being lost in the youth of today. It is my opinion that this type of love is the normal prelude for a great and long lasting marriage,
There is a lot of sadness to many people when there is an abusive marriage. It usually ends up with violence, and even the police are fearful of domestic violence cases. Even their own lives are in danger.Very often the people are irrational and almost impossible to deal with.
So I hope and pray that I would be able to encourage all the young people contemplating marriage to see if true love is there. This sexual love that is so prevalent out there is dangerous and is not love. Sexual intercourse is intended for having babies in a marriage. Then there is happiness all around.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The Fall Of The Year.
To some people, Autumn is a favorite time of the year. The earth is warm, the vegetation is still green, and the sunshine is still warm on your face. As the weeks go by, many of the leaves begin to change color. Many people make tours to the forest areas, just to see the beautiful color of the leaves on the trees. The
leaves that were green and become yellow, and red, and brown, and almost black. This is truly amazing when you visualize this from a road looking at the horizon in the distance. When I was living in the North Woods of Wisconsin, I was thrilled by the color change each year, and I took many pictures. But the colors were not as vivid as in real life.
When I witness this happening year after year, I become very contemplative as to how and why is this all happening? You might remember that, as the earth rotates around the sun, it is tilted a little, and therefore the sun shines at an angle and produces our seasons. Now you might ask how did all this happen?
There are many theories, but the one I like the best is the Big Bang Theory, Now I
would like to go to the Bible and go to the Book of Genesis. It says that at the beginning there was a void, i.e. nothing there. Then God said "BANG", and everything fell in place. It says that God created the heaven and the earth. Now out of all the planets, God chose planet earth, and He put a little tilt on it to produce our seasons. In a way He gave us special treatment.
In the fall every year the leaves and the seeds fall to the earth only to come back next spring and regrow. There is a parable that says that a grain of wheat must die to produce a plant. That also applies to us humans since we are part of the animal system on earth. Our human body will die, but God made humans special by putting a spiritual soul in each of us. He put a little bit of Himself in each one of us which is spiritual like Him. This soul will leave our animal bodies when we die and go to heaven to be with Him if we were good.
My wife, Dorothy, died 15 months ago, and she told me she wanted to be buried in the ground. She was a very good and holy person. I was alarmed when she talked to me 1 month after she died. I heard her voice at two different times. Also about 3 days later, my grandson's wife, Kate, was sleeping, and she saw Dorothy, very radiant,in her dream. Dorothy also spoke to her. This is all happening 1 month after her death.
Recently I read in the paper that there are some people that don't believe in God or follow a specific religion. It is my belief that it is very difficult to deny that there is no human spirituality, or, if they do, not to follow a particular church. A person has to learn the difference between good and evil, and the best place is to go to church. This education has to start early and last a life time.
leaves that were green and become yellow, and red, and brown, and almost black. This is truly amazing when you visualize this from a road looking at the horizon in the distance. When I was living in the North Woods of Wisconsin, I was thrilled by the color change each year, and I took many pictures. But the colors were not as vivid as in real life.
When I witness this happening year after year, I become very contemplative as to how and why is this all happening? You might remember that, as the earth rotates around the sun, it is tilted a little, and therefore the sun shines at an angle and produces our seasons. Now you might ask how did all this happen?
There are many theories, but the one I like the best is the Big Bang Theory, Now I
would like to go to the Bible and go to the Book of Genesis. It says that at the beginning there was a void, i.e. nothing there. Then God said "BANG", and everything fell in place. It says that God created the heaven and the earth. Now out of all the planets, God chose planet earth, and He put a little tilt on it to produce our seasons. In a way He gave us special treatment.
In the fall every year the leaves and the seeds fall to the earth only to come back next spring and regrow. There is a parable that says that a grain of wheat must die to produce a plant. That also applies to us humans since we are part of the animal system on earth. Our human body will die, but God made humans special by putting a spiritual soul in each of us. He put a little bit of Himself in each one of us which is spiritual like Him. This soul will leave our animal bodies when we die and go to heaven to be with Him if we were good.
My wife, Dorothy, died 15 months ago, and she told me she wanted to be buried in the ground. She was a very good and holy person. I was alarmed when she talked to me 1 month after she died. I heard her voice at two different times. Also about 3 days later, my grandson's wife, Kate, was sleeping, and she saw Dorothy, very radiant,in her dream. Dorothy also spoke to her. This is all happening 1 month after her death.
Recently I read in the paper that there are some people that don't believe in God or follow a specific religion. It is my belief that it is very difficult to deny that there is no human spirituality, or, if they do, not to follow a particular church. A person has to learn the difference between good and evil, and the best place is to go to church. This education has to start early and last a life time.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Nostalgia
As long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed reading the newspaper. This dates back to my school days, and it might be because this was about the only literary material readily available at our home. Regardless my fondness for newspapers exists even today, and my favorite is the USA Today.
So last week the finance section came out with a headline, "Recession appears over." The response to the announcement that the worst might be over was practically unnoticed. With our great American talent and expertise, we are avoiding a serious depression. There is a saying that when America sneezes, the whole world catches a cold. It appears that we have avoided a major depression so far.
Now I was 10 years old during the depression of 1929 that went around the world. I don't recall what really precipitated that depression, but it was
severe and long. People were committing suicide because they lost all their money and lost their homes. There were long bread lines where people were waiting for food. Then when the economy turned around, there was joy and happiness every where. There was also a song that originated called, " Happy Days Are Here Again." It was sung over and over, and it also expressed a sigh of relief that permeated through out the whole country, perhaps the world.
There is still an element of vagueness and slowness to the recovery, and there is a possibility of premature celebrating. However I believe that positive thinking helps and would help to restore better times. I would also like to see the song, "Happy Days," come back.
Speaking of songs, there was a sad article also in last week's paper. Remember the trio Peter Paul and Mary? Well Mary died last week. They were my favorites with songs like, " If I had a Hammer, Leaving on a Jet plane, Puff the Magic Dragon." Beautiful music,
These were in the 60's, and Dorothy and I made a European trip in 1964. It was a trip where we stayed in people's homes. Our last stop was in London. We stayed with a family that had a young boy about 14 years old. He was able to sing very well, and he sang, "If I had a Hammer,"right there in the living room.He did a great job, and that was our gift before departure.
I wish that type of music would return, because our people today are missing a lot. I also read in the paper that a mother, being interviewed, said that her daughter, after watching Dirty Dancing, lost her virginity. How sad !!! I would like to ask the mother who will take care of the baby? Enough said.
So last week the finance section came out with a headline, "Recession appears over." The response to the announcement that the worst might be over was practically unnoticed. With our great American talent and expertise, we are avoiding a serious depression. There is a saying that when America sneezes, the whole world catches a cold. It appears that we have avoided a major depression so far.
Now I was 10 years old during the depression of 1929 that went around the world. I don't recall what really precipitated that depression, but it was
severe and long. People were committing suicide because they lost all their money and lost their homes. There were long bread lines where people were waiting for food. Then when the economy turned around, there was joy and happiness every where. There was also a song that originated called, " Happy Days Are Here Again." It was sung over and over, and it also expressed a sigh of relief that permeated through out the whole country, perhaps the world.
There is still an element of vagueness and slowness to the recovery, and there is a possibility of premature celebrating. However I believe that positive thinking helps and would help to restore better times. I would also like to see the song, "Happy Days," come back.
Speaking of songs, there was a sad article also in last week's paper. Remember the trio Peter Paul and Mary? Well Mary died last week. They were my favorites with songs like, " If I had a Hammer, Leaving on a Jet plane, Puff the Magic Dragon." Beautiful music,
These were in the 60's, and Dorothy and I made a European trip in 1964. It was a trip where we stayed in people's homes. Our last stop was in London. We stayed with a family that had a young boy about 14 years old. He was able to sing very well, and he sang, "If I had a Hammer,"right there in the living room.He did a great job, and that was our gift before departure.
I wish that type of music would return, because our people today are missing a lot. I also read in the paper that a mother, being interviewed, said that her daughter, after watching Dirty Dancing, lost her virginity. How sad !!! I would like to ask the mother who will take care of the baby? Enough said.
Monday, September 14, 2009
A cute Fishing Story
A grandfather was speaking to his 4yr. old grandson and asked if he would like to go fishing. His grandson said, "Yes, grandpa." Grandpa said,"OK but first we have to get ready."He proceeded to explain that first we need to get our fishing poles. Then we need to get the bait. We will also need a bucket for the fish. Now we also need the oars for the boat. We also need to check to see if there is an anchor.
Now after gathering everything, they proceeded to get it all into the boat. After setting the oars, grandpa began to row the boat out into the lake. After a short time grandpa looked around, and he mentioned that this would be a likely spot to start to fish. So he told his grandson,"We need to lower the anchor, so we would not be drifting all over the lake."
Now they were ready, so grandpa said, "Now get your fishing pole, but be careful because there is a sharp hook on the end." After finding it, grandpa asked to have the line end brought toward him. Be careful now because I have to handle the hook, and don't jerk the line. Grandpa said,"I will put the worm on the hook. Now you can put the line over the side and into the water."
It didn't take long,and his grandson very excitedly said, "I got a fish." And grandpa said, "OK, bring it toward me, and I will take it off. Oh boy, look at this fine blue gill,"as he put it in the bucket. Then the boy said,"Can we go back now. I got my fish."
Now after gathering everything, they proceeded to get it all into the boat. After setting the oars, grandpa began to row the boat out into the lake. After a short time grandpa looked around, and he mentioned that this would be a likely spot to start to fish. So he told his grandson,"We need to lower the anchor, so we would not be drifting all over the lake."
Now they were ready, so grandpa said, "Now get your fishing pole, but be careful because there is a sharp hook on the end." After finding it, grandpa asked to have the line end brought toward him. Be careful now because I have to handle the hook, and don't jerk the line. Grandpa said,"I will put the worm on the hook. Now you can put the line over the side and into the water."
It didn't take long,and his grandson very excitedly said, "I got a fish." And grandpa said, "OK, bring it toward me, and I will take it off. Oh boy, look at this fine blue gill,"as he put it in the bucket. Then the boy said,"Can we go back now. I got my fish."
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