My wife and I were talking with her parents and aunt after a meal and the subject of the passing of time became the topic of conversation. I remarked that having recently turned 50, many of the events I’m relating to others startle me when I realize they were 30 plus years ago. But what was interesting, and I know what you’re thinking, (dear Lord please write something interesting soon), was that the feeling was shared by all at the table. Kelli’s parents are 70 somethings, 70 is the new 60, and Kelli’s aunt is in her 90′s and all expressed their surprise at how fast time has passed. Kelli’s aunt Lam, (Lam pronounced Lum, is a nickname, as her actual Dutch name is unpronounceable just like Mr. Spock’s) spoke excitedly about how she remembered things 60, 70, 80 years ago. We should be longing for that place where time will be no more and HE will wipe away our tears
Life is inconveniet and time is greedy. Dad always had time. Time to drive the round trip to Lamar to pick up medicine for his wife. Time to force a weary body out of bed to care for his livestock. I remember on many occasions dad bringing newborn piglets inside our basement so they could spend the night inside to avoid the potentially lethal cold . Time to take me to a baseball game though now I realize those hours may have been better spent storing hay for the upcoming winter, but who knew, I had an arm like a 10 year old Jim Palmer and dad may have been thinking this kid is my golden ticket. Time to buy me the greatest Christmas gift of all time- a yellow, chain driven, 3 wheeler upon which I pedaled more miles than Lance Armstrong. Time to serve our country. Time to drink a cup of coffee with friends. Time to take sick neighbors to the hospital. Time to serve his generation.
I thought it might be interesting for you dad (and for those of you who haven’t yet logged back on to the facebook- add the “the”, it’s clumsier) to take a look back at just a few items of note from 1928 and wonder as I did at some of the incredible people and events. Seems like yesterday I awoke on that Christmas morning and walked the few steps from my bedroom to the living room where sat the 3 wheeler and I wondered to myself for whom could such a glorious gift be, surely not I. Did I ever thank you dad? Thank you dad and best wishes on your birthday.
The September 15th cardinal entry was a bit of a surprise since during the 70′s it seemed 18 runners left on base was their per game average.