Mr. Bear in Kingsport

Mr. Bear is doing well in Kingsport. He has adapted well to his East Tennessee environment. I went outside a to check on him. Here's where I found him...

(Don't tell anybody, but he won't bite you.)

As you might remember, Mr. Bear was created by my cousin, Tommy Rieben, who lives in Paris, Tennessee. He does lots of art forms using logs he finds in the woods and his chain saws. Here's a picture of Mr. Bear and Tommy just before Dad and I left Paris to head back to East Tennessee.

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Here's another wonderful poem written by my sister, Mary.

All I Saw Was You

Married sixty years ago,
Before the fire they sat.
She took his hand and gently said,
"We've had a good life, Matt.
Remember how, the day we met,
The sky was, oh, so blue?"
"No, my dear, I really don't,
For all I saw was you."

"Remember our first date, my love?
I wore a brand new hat,
The wind came up and blew it off,
Don't you remember that?"
"I'm sure your hat was lovely dear,
With flowers of every hue,
But I wasn't thinking of your hat,
For all I saw was you."

"What about our wedding day?
All our friends were there,
We had the clothes we'd dreamed about,
We made a handsome pair!"
"Of course, of course, my dear,
But I don't recall my suit,
I know a lot was going on,
But all I saw was you."

She snuggled closer to him,
On his shoulder laid her head,
He gently kissed her wrinkled cheek,
And as he wept he said,
"We've been together sixty years,
A couple loving, true
And every day I thank the Lord,
That all I saw was you."

I really like that poem. Thanks so much Mary for letting me use it in my blog. I love you!

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Quote of the Day
"Untold suffering seldom is."
~Franklin P. Jones

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Joke of the Day

A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Kentucky . He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.

The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."

The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the United States and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."

The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes in Kentucky. We settle small disagreements with the 'Three Kick Rule.'"

The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"

The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up."

The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the attorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth.

The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay you old codger, it's my turn."

(I like this part)

The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck."

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