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Carolyn Niebruegge May Michael L. May 
Vol. 1, Is. 47 June
8, 2012
From the
Editor
Well, just when you thought
I’d mended by ways, “I’m baaaaccccckkkk” with another
“burr under my saddle.” This time it’s
not “totally” our government or our President.
I’ll explain the “totally” later in the editorial. It has to do with the Queen of England’s “Diamond
Jubilee.”
Don’t get me wrong, I
believe in Fairy Tales and “Fairy Tale Like” stories—for little girls. I just have a hard time justifying the need
and purpose for the Monarchy. It’s hard
to believe that living a lifetime in a Fairy Tale is a realistic use of ones
time and money. I heard on TV today that
the sole purpose of the Queen is to be “out and about” so her subjects could
see her. She has little to no power
within the government and apparently no other purpose than to look down at the
commoners and ride around in her Bentley.
I really like the young Royals—Diana’s boys and most certainly Prince
William’s wife, Kate. Oh yes, and I like
Pippa too! Yes, I know she’s not
“Officially” Royal--but she too could live in the
kingdom if I were King. I really think
the boys are fine young men and do I need to explain Kate? Now, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing
personally against the Queen. She’s very
prim, proper, and Grandmotherly. I just
don’t think being seen by your subjects, dressing up to participate in “Royal
Ceremonies” and riding around in Bentleys does much to improve the quality of
life for those of us on the “outside.”
Who knows what the “Diamond Jubilee” cost. Who’s paying?
They may have said. If so, I
missed it. I never cared much for
Charles, especially after he “hooked up” with Camilla. Couldn’t understand what Diana saw in him
other than a “Royal Ride.”
I must admit, anyone who has
spent 60 years doing something without being busted or shoved aside deserves a
“tip of the Royal hat.” Hard to figure
who’s really going to occupy the thrown when the Queen passes. Looks like a lot of options. I’d certainly vote for William over Charles,
but that most likely won’t happen. Don’t
really know why I’m addressing this because frankly, “I don’t care!” If I cared I’d vote for Kate and you probably
understand why, but this really isn’t an option--is it? I’ve never written so much on something that
I know so little to nothing about other than the whole thing irritates me.
Now to get a little “left of
center” I think probably why this stirs me up is it allows me to compare our
own current “Royal like” Presidency to the Monarchy. Oh well, happy Diamond Jubilee, long live the
Queen, and with that I can safely say that our Royals may get 4 more years in
the White House, but fortunately, they don’t have a prayer at another 52…
mlm
Content
Contributors for the Week
Austilene
(Turner) Borum, Class of 1962
Roxie
(Cooper) Collins, Class of 1956
Jack
Whitson, Class of 1953
All
those who sent messages to the Email “Bag”
Thank
you all!
Remembering…
Traveling Memories
This remembering started when we received the links
shown below in the Interesting Tidbits
section. Those links are to photos of
beautiful scenes across this great nation and in many of our National
Parks. When you view them, I hope you
enjoy the photos as much as I did. They
certainly brought back many memories for me.
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I was fortunate to grow up
in a family where my parents spent lots of time taking my brother and me places
and doing things with us. Dad and Mom
liked to travel when they could fit it in around the farming at home and our
custom wheat harvest business. Actually
the custom wheat harvest often provided opportunities for us to travel and see
many beautiful areas of this great country.
The first trip I really remember well was to the
Another year we parked the
trailer at a family member’s house in
We visited
Yes, these were all
beautiful and interesting places to visit but the trip to each of them made a
lasting memory for me. We always traveled
in the family car—a four door sedan of some type. In the early years Dad and Mom built the
floor up in the back seat so that it was level with the seat. Then they took the cushions that were used on
the benches in the trailer house and put them on the seat area. That gave Kenneth and me a place to sit so
our feet could be down a little—no one had heard of a seat belt in those
days. Dad would never think of trying to
make a hotel reservation in advance because he never wanted to have to be somewhere
at a given time. If he saw something
that he wanted to know more about or see more of, we took however much time we
needed for him to get his “fill” before we moved on. Besides I don’t remember that there were
chain hotels and there certainly wasn’t the internet to find potential
hotels. Dad was also very particular
about where we stayed. If the motel
didn’t have a AAA rating sign on the front door, he
wouldn’t stop and if it did, he always inspected the room to make sure it met
his cleanliness standard before paying for the nights lodging. As a result we often did not find a
motel/hotel for the night. The car
became our bed for the night. Those
cushions fit perfectly on each side of the hump in the floor of the front
seat. That left the back seat level for
sleeping which became Dad and Mom’s bed.
The floor of the front was Kenneth’s bed and I slept on the front
seat. Dad made sure we did stop early
enough to find a room at least every other night. That green Dr. Pepper ice chest was always part
of our travel gear. We usually stopped
at a grocery store each morning to restock the Ice chest with lunch meat,
fruit, and sodas so we could eat our lunch wherever we decided to stop. Fast food restaurants were just getting their
start and were virtually nonexistent in the areas we traveled. Besides who would want to eat at a fast food
restaurant when you could have a picnic beside some rolling mountain
stream. I must say that I don’t think
our kids can relate to traveling quite like this although we did have a
conversion van which we used for traveling when they were younger. We did always have an ice chest for food and
sodas and rarely stopped for a fast food lunch so that part never changed.
I remember that our favorite
pastime as we traveled across the roads of the western
After Mike and I moved to
Well, enough of these
memories. I do enjoy reflecting back on
earlier times. Each time I do, I think
even more that I need to record more of them in case our children or
grandchildren are interested years from now.
I know that I wish my parents had captured information on their early
life as I have many questions about it. Mom
is still able to tell me things but she could really have told a good story if
she had written it down. So, let me
encourage each of you to capture your memories for your future generations and
maybe even share them with the readers of the Roosevelt News—East Coast
Edition.
Thoughts from
the Squirrel Lair
I CAN ONLY IMAGINE..."THE
ROOM" as written by a 17 year old boy.
This is excellent and really gets you
thinking about what will happen in Heaven. 17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class.
The subject was What Heaven Was
Like. "I wowed 'em,"
he later told his father, Bruce. It's a
killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's
parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out
the teenager's locker at
It makes such an impact that people
want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr.
Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27,
1997, the day after Memorial Day.
He was driving home from a
friend's house when his car went off
The
Here is Brian's essay entitled: "THE ROOM"
In
that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There
were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small
index card files. They were like the
ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical
order. But these files, which stretched
from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very
different headings.
As
I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that
read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping
through the cards. I quickly shut it,
shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly
where I was. This lifeless room with its
small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every
moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with
horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their
content. Some brought joy and sweet
memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over
my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends" was next to one marked "Friends
I Have Betrayed."
The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies
I Have Told," "Comfort I have
Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At."
Some were almost hilarious in their
exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My
Brothers." Others I
couldn't laugh at: " Things I
Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under
My Breath at My Parents." I
never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the
life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But
each card confirmed this truth. Each was
written in my own handwriting. Each
signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I Have Watched," I realized the files grew to contain
their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found
the end of the file. I shut it, shamed,
not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file
represented. When I came to a file
marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an
inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had
been recorded. An almost animal rage
broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one
must ever see these cards!
No
one must ever see this room! I have to
destroy them!" In insane frenzy I
yanked the file out. Its size didn't
matter now. I had to empty it and burn
the cards. But as I took it at one end
and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card,
only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the
file to its slot. Leaning my forehead
against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People
I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The
handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not
more than three inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they
hurt. They started in my stomach
and shook through me. I fell on my knees
and cried. I cried out of shame, from
the overwhelming shame of it all. The
rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the
key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the
files and read the cards. I couldn't
bear to watch His response. And in the
moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my
own. He seemed to intuitively go to the
worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked
at me from across the room. He looked at
me with pity in His eyes. But this was a
pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my
head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out
a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to
Him. All I could find to say was
"No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so
dark, and so alive. The name of Jesus
covered mine. It was written with His
blood. He gently took the card back He
smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the
next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my
side. He placed His hand on my shoulder
and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room.
There was no lock on its door.
There
were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."
John 3:16
God Blesses Us Everyday
It's Up To Us To Notice!!!
Alumni Website
We have renewed the account that Wanda
Jackson had set up at the photo sharing website, picturetrail.com for the Roosevelt
Alumni: http://www.picturetrail.com/rooseveltalumni. She had posted many pictures from past
reunions, class panels, and old schools buildings along with write ups about
them. We thought you might find these
interesting if you haven’t visited this site in the past.
Interesting
Tidbits
Our Beautiful
The following are links to
beautiful scenery from across the
http://mybeautifulamerica.com/mybeautifulamerica.htm
http://mybeautifulamerica.com/nationalparks.htm
News
Have you ever wondered what
life was like in the early days of settlement in
The
You will find Indian
Artifacts, pioneering supplies, buggies and wagons and household wares to name
a few. Exhibits include a blacksmith
shop, a laundry, a grocery store, model T vehicles, and an early kitchen along
with many more. In the depot building
you can tour the following rooms: Depot
Room—original lobby and check in desk for the Depot; Communications
Room—history and artifacts of early communication in Kiowa County; Kiowa
Room—history and artifacts of early Indian settlements in the county; Law
Room—history and artifacts of early days of law and order; Post Office Room—displays boxes and the
service windows from the Cooperton Post Office; Bank Vault—came out of the old
Home State Bank, purchased the same year Rock Island Depot was built in 1909;
Pioneer Kitchen—depicts the scene of an early day kitchen; and Dental
Equipment—used in the office of Doctor Duncanson. Also in this exhibit is the dental chair from
Dr. Ault’s office. The
You really just can’t
imagine what all you will find at the museum.
I certainly was in for a very pleasant surprise when I walked through
those doors. I just didn’t have the time
I needed to take it all in. There were
many old newspapers with stories of events I have heard about throughout my
life but never had the details. No, I
didn’t have time to read them but you will find me back there on another visit
to
On a side note, the Museum
does have Volumes 3 through 6 of the Pioneering in
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Birthdays and
Anniversaries
We
have compiled all of the birthday and anniversary information we could from
Wanda’s files. We are sure we are
missing some. Please send us the
birthdays and anniversaries for your family and friends so that we can have as
complete as list as possible. We are
going to start with what we have from Wanda’s files so if we miss you, please
send us the information so we have it for the news next year. In addition, should any of the birthdays we
list be wrong, also please let us know.
Happy Birthday
To:
June 8 – Merron Smith
McCormack, Class of 1969
June 9 – Stormy Stucks
June 9 – Ronda Thompson
June 10 – Jerry Hayslip, Class of 1964
June 10 – Sylvia Files
June 11 – Anita Copeland
June 12 – Brad Henson
June 13 – Jessie Collins
June 14 – Lori (Lile) Bagley
June 14 – Susan Neyers
June 14 – Wendell O’Neal, Class of 1974
Happy Anniversary To:
June 9 – Mark &
LaDonna Turner
June 10 – Dick & Becky
Bynum Tannery
Humor
My Job Search
This is quite clever. I wonder who thinks of all this stuff.
My first job was working in
an orange juice factory, but I got canned.
Couldn’t concentrate.
Then I worked in the woods
as a lumberjack, but just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe.
After that, I tried being a
tailor, but wasn’t suited for it—mainly because it was a sew-sew
job.
Next, I tried working in a
muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.
Then, tried being a
chef—figured it would add a little spice to my life, but just didn’t have the
thyme.
Next, I attempted being a
deli worker, but any way I sliced it…couldn’t cut the mustard.
My best job was a musician,
but eventually found I wasn’t noteworthy.
I studied a long time to
become a doctor, but didn’t have any patience.
Next, was a job in a shoe factory. Tried hard
but just didn’t fit in.
I became a professional
fisherman, but discovered I couldn’t live on my net income.
Managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but
the work was just too draining.
So then I got a job in a
workout center, but they said I wasn’t fit for the job.
After many years of trying
to find steady work, I finally got a job as a Historian—until I realized there
was no future in it.
May last job was working in
Starbucks, but had to quit because it was the same old grind.
So, I tried RETIREMENT AND I
FOUND I’M PERFECT FOR THE JOB!.
From the Email
“Bag”
Editor’s
Note: Sorry the following email didn’t
make an earlier edition. We missed it in
changing from laptop to desktop computers when returning from our
May
17, 2012
I noticed Jerry Curtis had seen the movie,
"Believe In Me" about the girls'
basketball coach, Jim Keith.
He coached at
Vicki (
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May
31, 2012
Mike
Jean Ann and I will be
married 50 years on June 2nd.
Bill Lyde class of 1962
Jean Ann Schrader Lyde class
of 1962
Keep up the good work
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June 1, 2012
Well I got the "letter" yesterday. I enjoyed reading about the move in a
"grain truck." Those trucks
moved Pastors in and out of
Judy (Brown) Conrad, Class of 1961
Political
Fodder
Grey-Haired Brigade
They like to refer to us as
senior citizens, old fogies, geezers, and in some cases dinosaurs. Some of us are “baby boomers” getting ready
to retire. Others have been retired for
some time. We walk a little slower these
days and our eyes and hearing are not what they once were. We have worked hard, raised our children,
worshipped our God and grown old together.
Yes, we are the ones some refer to as being over the hill, and that is
probably true. But before writing us off
completely, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration.
In school we studied
English, history, math, and science which enabled us to lead
We are probably considered
old fashioned and out-dated by many. But
there are a few things you need to remember before completely writing us
off. We won World War II, fought in
Yes, we are old and slow
these days but rest assured, we have at least one good
fight left in us. We have loved this country,
fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it. It is our country and nobody is going to take
it away from us. We took oaths to defend
American against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan
to keep. There are those who want to
destroy this land we love; like our founders, there is no way we are going to
remain silent.
Well, don’t worry
youngsters, the Grey-Haired Brigade is here, and in 2012 we are going to take
back our nation. We may drive a little
slower than you would like but we get where we’re going, and in 2012 we’re
going to the polls by the millions. This
land does not belong to the man in the White House nor
to the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid.
It belongs to “We the People” and “We the People” plan to reclaim our
land and our freedom. We hope this time
you will do a better job of preserving it and passing it along to our
grandchildren. So the next time you have
the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, stand up, put your hand over your
heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the “Grey-Haired
Brigade.”
Obituaries
Wayne
Pound, 79, Class of 1953
http://www.rayandmarthas.com/CurrentObituary.aspx?did=3e21a7d4-e684-46c5-8765-84791a8bb52e
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Funeral Home of Snyder, OK
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Ray
and Martha’s Funeral Home of Hobart,
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