Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Amber and I were reminiscing on the couch during a TV commercial and I told her that she was responsible for the best days of my life. She snuggled up to me and whispered that I was the reason for the best days of her life.....except for the day that she won a hundred dollar shopping spree at Montgomery Ward.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
I continue sorting and pondering over W. C. Spann's, my log time friend and mentor, railroad paraphernalia and collection. I wish he were here to give the history and his attachment to photos such as this. Photograph taken by Carl Sorgen 6/18/74.
I had the privilege of working for W. C. (Bill) Spann while he was Superintendent on the Southern Division of the Santa Fe Railway Company at Temple Texas. He passed away in 1997 and his wife Clo recently passed away in December 2016. His family recently invited me to look through the extensive Santa Fe materials and memorabilia that Mr. Spann had collected over the years and help them with decisions as to what to do with the the impressive collection. This is a sample of his collection (Most familiar with the Santa Fe will know John S. Reed was the President of the Santa Fe during this time):
Monday, January 16, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
There are many reasons Amber and I make a good couple. For instance, when I dump the full paper shredder basket into a trash bag, I do it in one rapid dumping motion, tap the bottom one time and I'm done. If any of the little slivers of paper fall on the floor, I figure they will be good until I vacuum in a day or two. Amber very carefully places a trash bag over the basket, turns them upside down, pats on the bottom like she's playing bongos, then looks inside the basket and picks up each individual sliver of paper still stuck to the side or bottom, then dusts the inside of the basket before replacing the shredder on top and dusting it also. If I ever need a clean basket to eat out of, I don't have to look far.
Friday, January 13, 2017
For the most part, since we moved out to the country, happiness and contentment are our mainstay as Amber tinkers and decorates with only the freshest and brightest of moonbeams and I sit at the lake remembering tales told me and tales I told and every once in a while fooling a fish or two.