Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts

Friday, April 26, 2013

He Stopped Loving Her Today


I am so sad  that one of my favorite Country Western singers, George Jones, passed away today. [I detest the new "country" music. It's crap.]
George Jones, the definitive country singer of the last half-century, whose songs about heartbreak and hard drinking echoed his own life, died on Friday in Nashville. He was 81. [more]
Some time during his career, he also earned the nickname "No Show Jones" because of his drinking habits. Hey, we all have our demons folks. But, irregardless of his demons, whatever they where, he cranked out many memorable songs for us all to enjoy in perpetuity. My absolute favorite of his is, and always will be, "He Stopped Loving Her Today". Brings tears every time.



Thank you Mr. Jones for all your years of wonderful songs. I look forward to hear you sing with us in your distinctive twang in the Heavenly choir with our Lord Jesus Christ.

God's blessings to all his family and friends.

~ Ride Safe ~
Sparky

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Operator, Please Connect Me To 1982

Today, they bury the former Charlies Angel star Farrah Fawcett. She died last Thursday in Los Angeles of anal cancer. Farrah was only 62 years old. There is a very lovely obituary for her at Legacy.Com.

I don't keep up with what celebrities do much. Unless they're on Fox Business News I have no idea what they're up to most of the time. I didn't know that she and Ryan O'Neal were an 'item' for many years. They even had a son together. Didn't know that.

I remember watching her on TV and enjoyed almost all her performances. To me she was especially good in the made for TV movie The Burning Bed. I thought her star really shined in that one.

Farrah Fawcett

Remember how so many of us young girls wanted to look like her too? Yeah, that's me below.

April 1977
I also sewed this dress.

Well, I tried to copy her anyway. :o)

So, this is my humble goodbye to you Ms. Fawcett. We will miss your shining smile and pretty face.

God bless to her family and friends. We grieve for your loss too.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Sunday Musings And Trip Preparations


I will be away from bloggyland for a short while this week. We're taking another motorcycle vacation (getting monotonous, isn't it?! Ahhh, being retired is so nice. tee hee). But we can't actually leave until we hear from our good friends that we will be meeting at our destination. So, we're scurrying about like little squirrels, putting this here, putting that there.

Once the phone call comes in, it's pack and leave time.

I'm glad we're still here today, though, because we did get to see our Pastor again. The sermon was the biblical meat, as always. That's one of the many things I like about Byron, he treats listeners like grown ups with the lessons. I appreciate that. He's looking quite well after the heart attack, by the way, if that's the proper terminology. A little fatigued maybe. I do know how that is being a bit of an overachiever myself. Gotta keep moving 'cause I'd rather die while I'm living, than live while I'm dead.

Speaking of that ...

Our neighbor called this afternoon to let us know her husband had passed away today. I know we've lost a good friend and neighbor in Dr. Richard Camberg. Everybody affectionately called him "Doc" for short. He was quite elderly (mid-80's, I think) and had been languishing in a Nursing Home up in Baxley for almost a year now. He had Parkinson's disease. Doc professed to being an atheist which I hope is not true. Many have tried talking to him about salvation but I don't know if he was ever persuaded. But I don't know his heart, only God does. Here's a link to his memorial at findagrave.

I'll always remember how kind he was to us when we first moved here. We were so broke, having just built the house. He let us borrow his Gravely mower for a long time until we could afford our first riding mower. Doc really helped us get settled in. He was always very kind hearted to people and had an amazing sense of humor. He'll certainly be missed.

Oh, and good news ... our 5 year niece, Amberlee, is much improved! The MRI tests came back negative. There's no cancer or tumor or anything abnormal. Guess what caused the symptoms?? She has severe allergies! Her mom has now gotten rid of all the heavily perfumed laundry detergent and anything heavily scented. Little Cuddle Bug (my nickname for her) is almost complete healed!! Yay! Thanks y'all for your prayers and concerns. God answers prayer. :o)

Anyway ...

Gotta go do some more work in preparation for the trip.

I hope y'all have a super week! God bless.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

My Three Mothers, Part II

Myra (Cook) Ackman

... continued from My Three Mothers, Part I ...

After my mother’s death in 1966, Dad remarried almost immediately to a woman he had only known a short time that had two children about my age from a previous marriage. This was such a disaster. My mother was barely cold in the ground and he was thrusting me from person to person with no regard for the outcome. This person was an odious woman who treated me like gum stuck to her shoe. So one night, I ran away, at the age of 11, I climbed from the bedroom window and started walking to Orlando (about 50 miles west of my home). I had no money, no extra clothes, no food, no clue what to do next but I was leaving. I couldn’t take the abuse from two people and figured I had nothing to lose. Dad found me before much time had passed (I was still in my hometown). He was uncharacteristically silent as I was returned home ‘unscathed‘. A short period later he and the odious one divorced (he never explained why but I doubt it was concern over my welfare).

During this time I also lost my grandfather (Dad’s father) and my mother’s brother, Uncle Darrell.

Dad then quickly remarried yet another woman whom he had only known a brief while. Myra remained my step-mother until she died in 2004. This was a third marriage for both. Myra also had children from previous marriages but they were all grown by then. Do you know how I learned about their marriage? Dad put me on a commercial airline flight to his family in western Pennsylvania, alone. He put a complete stranger, an airline stewardess, “in charge” of his little girl. I arrived back home and he blurted out, “This is your new mother.” Did we get along? Not at first. I was so badly traumatized by then, I’m sure I was quite a handful.

Myra had mild mental problems, nothing serious or dangerous, but I realize now how much she saved my life. She was never malicious or cruel and she did profess Christ as her Savior. She suffered a grindingly poor childhood growing up in the rural Kentucky Appalachian mountains. Her father was the Sheriff of their county and her mother worked odd jobs to make ends meet. I’m sure she must have put up with a lot of my sullen and confusing mannerisms. She very wisely scheduled for me to meet with a child psychologist who helped a great deal. Myra encouraged my being involved in a local church of my choice (wisdom beyond her years I realize now). I came to know Christ because of her and not end up in some drug infested hell hole with a needle up my arm. I never did illegal drugs, or anything illegal, actually. I always knew there was a Higher Purpose to life than what we’re wallerin’ around in down here because she took the time to continue my path down the right spiritual road. I think Mom must have started the ball rolling and Myra picked up the slack. For that, I will be eternally grateful.

Myra was a multi-talented person. She could cook like a professional chef, sew tailor made clothes or home decorations, paint realistic pictures, decorate, and always had a perfectly clean home. She was really smart and very self motivated. Because of her I learned how to cook, sew, clean, write letters and thank you notes, show up to work on time and properly dressed, have correct manners, and do all the things that are so important. And, most important of all, she stepped between me and my father many times. When his yelling, cussing, name calling would almost come to blows, like a professional negotiator she would bring a calmness into the situation. When I grew large enough to physically defend myself, and I could throw my own punches, Dad quit hitting. At the age of 18, with a nice fresh High School graduate diploma under my belt and the ink barely dry on the document, I left home forever. I’ve never looked back. My ’only’ mistake was marrying too young. I married the wrong man the first time because I had no confidence in my abilities to survive. He wasn’t evil or abusive, we just weren’t made for each other.

But that's how Myra "saved my life" by directing my footsteps as best a step mother could.

And, then I met Steve and my life really started.

But that’s another story. A very happy story! :o)

My father and Myra

Thanks for letting me pour my heart out. I needed that ... and I need YOU! Thank you and God bless.

… THE END …
♥ ∞

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

My Three Mothers, Part I

It must be the season but I’ve had unusually frequent thoughts of my mother lately. My adopted mother that is.

Sparky the Crumb Cruncher (1959)


To clarify things since it can be all so confusing for the uninitiated, I have had three mothers:

My birth-mother, who gave me life.

Marian Estelle "Mary" McMahan (1959)
FindAGrave Memorial

My adopted mother, who shaped my life.

Helen Mae Koethe (1944) before her marriage to Dad in 1948
FindAGrave Memorial

And my step mother, who saved my life.

Mrs. Myra Cook Morgan Ricketts
and my father at their wedding ceremony June 1968
FindAGrave Memorial



My birth-mother, Mary, was 17 years old and unmarried. In 1956, this was a tragedy! She dropped out of high school, ran away from home to south Florida to stay with family friends and had me secretly. Two days later, I was property of my new adopted family and she was free to go on her merry way to do more as she pleased.

Helen, my adopted mother, apparently wanted a child. My father did not want something that wasn’t blood-kin. He never said these words directly, but his actions were frequent reminders of this little fact until the day he died. But Helen had a mother’s instinct. My father didn’t permit me to discuss my mother or have photos of her after her death, so, I have few memories of her. But this is one that still lives in my mind:

I grew up in Titusville, Florida, not far from Playalinda Beach (aka Cape Canaveral). We practically lived at Playalinda since it was so close. One day, while at the beach, my cousin Ricky and I were playing in the surf. I think I was about 5 or 6 years old and Ricky was only about a year older. He began pointing at the waves exclaiming, “Look at all the balloons on the water!” So, I ran out there wanting to play with the “balloons” and horrors of horrors, they were Portuguese Man ‘O War! In short order I was covered with poisonous, stinging, grasping tentacles! It’s a bit of a blur, but I do remember Mom suddenly rushing over to me, and with no regard for her own safety, rapidly pulling the tentacles from my young flesh. She became horribly stung right along with me. Thankfully Aunt Helen (Mom’s sister-in-law) was also along and she drove us to the Hospital which was at least 20 miles away. I had to get some rather painful shots and was covered in some kind of salve for days. It was pretty terrible. My father was typically disgusted that I had “caused trouble”, etc. But I just remember how my mother rushed to the rescue of her baby, like a mama bear protecting her cub.

My mother was taken from me suddenly one summer day in 1966. She had had a bad heart acquired at a young age from a bout with Scarlet Fever (thus the fact she could not conceive). The brain hemorrhage was sudden which caused her already weak heart to seize. She wasn’t overweight and she didn’t smoke. It was a total surprise to everyone. Something that today, if caught early, probably would never have happened. She was only 40 years old. I’m told that everybody liked Mom. She was sweet, gentle, physically delicate and ever so kindhearted. And also, thank God, a Christian. I was only 10 years old, but I still remember the phone call my father received from Jess Parrish Hospital that day. I can remember the look of utter anguish on his face and the way he cried. It’s the only time I can remember him crying or acting human. Then I can remember him lashing out in anger.

I didn’t realize that my life would never be the same.

It was a couple days later at the funeral, just moments after they put my mother’s body in the ground, I was crying and asking “Where’s Mom? Why are they putting her in the ground?”. I was so confused and frightened. My father screamed at me inches from my face to “Shut up! You’re only adopted! Why do you care?!” My life stopped at that moment. It’s like he had reached into my chest and stopped my heart from beating. I felt numb and dead inside. Yep. He tore up his parent card, and my heart, that hot day in August. Amazingly, though, I do not dwell on this much or the painful years that followed. It’s all in the past and I know now that he was doolally.

Despite his abuse and neglect I still have a few treasured memories of a sweet, loving mother that shaped my life that carry me though hard times even today.

Always a silent hurt,
many a silent tear,
but always a beautiful memory
of one we loved so dear.

God gave us strength to bear it,
and courage to take the blow,
but what it meant to lose you

... no one will ever know
.
Author Unknown

….TO BE CONTINUED
♥ ∞

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A Tribute To A Friend - John W. Bond

John Willard "Johnny" Bond, Sr.
(15 Jul 1932 - 18 November 2008)
Jacksonville, Florida

My husband lost a friend and the world lost a very good person yesterday. He and Johnny were long time co-workers at BellSouth (formerly known as Southern Bell). Johnny was a kind-hearted and generous man. He will be missed greatly by all that were priviledged to know him. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family.

Even though Johnny did not die suddenly, his demise was very quick. He was diagnosed with a form of melanoma (skin cancer) about a month ago, I think. He was placed in Hospice and now he's gone. All these phone men work outside most all their lives. IF any of you are outside a great deal, please cover up as much as possible and also point out any changes one notices on one's skin to a medical professional. You just never know when this cancer will strike.

Johnny believed in Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Saviour, so that even though we say Good Bye in this life, we know we'll meet each other again in the next.

OBITUARY
The Florida Times-Union
Jacksonville, Florida
BOND > John W. Bond, Sr., went to be with The Lord on November 18, 2008.

John was born in Hagerstown, IN and came to Jacksonville, FL, serving his country in the U.S. Navy. He was assigned to the Fighter Squadron-171, NAS Jacksonville. He served form March 1951 through March 1955. John retired from Southern Bell in November 1987 with 32 years of service. He worked his way up through the ranks of repairman to Maintenance Supervisor to Quality Control supervisor on staff. He was a charter member of The Fellowship at Celebration Baptist Church. He loved God, his family, his church, and all people, young and old. They loved him in return. He will be deeply missed.

John leaves behind to cherish his memories, his wife of 28 beautiful years, Lila; daughter, Lynn Strickland (Hank) of Tampa, FL; sons, John Bond, Jr. (Pam) of Jacksonville, FL, Frank Bond (Liz) of Dallas, TX; and daughter Deeann Spears (Wayne) of Jacksonville, FL, their mother Dee Dee Royal; grandchildren, Mindee, Sara, and Harrison Strickland, Haley Bond, Kyle and Jeffrey Bond, Andee Spears; brothers, Phil Bond and Gayle Bond, both of Hagerstown, IN; sister, Debbie Taylor of Hendersonville, NC; nieces, Stefan Taylor, Cristella Bond, Jennifer Muschell, Debora Flemming, Kathy Flemming Carver; nephews, Jon Bond, Jeff Bond, Andy Bond, Kent Flemming, Eddie Gales; great niece, Karmon Bond; great nephews, Luke and Max Bond; and many supportive friends.

Family will receive friends TONIGHT, November 20, 2008 from 6-8:00 PM at Arlington Park Funeral Home, 6920 Lone Star Road, Jacksonville, Florida. Funeral services will be held on Friday, November 21, 2008 at 1:00 PM at The Fellowship @ Celebration Baptist Church, 13720 McCormick Road, Jacksonville, Florida. Interment will follow at Arlington Park Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, family requests that donations be made to The Fellowship @ Celebration Baptist Church, Children's Building Fund in his memory. Please Sign the Guestbook @ http://www.jacksonville.com/

Leave a virtual flower at the FindAGrave Memorial: John W. BOND, Sr.

The Final Flight

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I've found that peace at the end of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah, yes, these things too I will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My Life's been full, I savoured much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author: Unknown

God bless,

♥ ∞

Thursday, September 11, 2008

9-11 Memorial


Just taking a moment to remember all the innocent people that lost their lives that fateful day in 2001.

Do you remember where you were when it happened? I sure do. I was lieing in bed recovering from my second Carpal Tunnel surgery, dopey from the pain killers (the 2nd surgery hurt like the dickens). Steve hurried into the bedroom and related the events to me. I could not believe my eyes as I watched the TV. It was an unprovoked attack by Muslim terrorists on American soil.

Hell No We Will Never Forget! Not Now! Not Ever!

Heart-felt Thank You's to our military men and women fighting for our freedom, and to all those working towards the common goal of keeping our nation safe. God bless you all. You are in our prayers and so very appreciated. Hopefully, you'll all be home with your loved ones soon. ((Hugs)) from us. ♥ ∞

Sunday, July 13, 2008

A Tribute To Tony Snow, American



Tony Snow, Former White House Press Secretary and FOX News Anchor, Dies at 53

Vice President Dick Cheney, members of the White House press corps and FOX News contributors remembered Tony Snow Sunday as a happy warrior who woke up each day excited about life, enjoyed engaging the media and most of all loved his family.

The former White House press secretary and conservative pundit who bedeviled the press corps and charmed millions as a FOX News television and radio host, died Saturday after a long bout with cancer. He was 53.

A syndicated columnist, editor, TV anchor, radio show host and musician, Snow worked in nearly every medium in a career that spanned more than 30 years. And he was remembered at being great at every job he did.

"Laura and I are really saddened by his death," President Bush said Sunday with his wife by his side. Bush described Snow as "a smart and capable man," "an honest guy" with a "wonderful sense of humor."

Bush said he and the first lady went to church Sunday and prayed for Snow's family.

"I just hope they understand that Tony was loved here in the White House," Bush said.

"I've known or worked with a lot of press secretaries, White House press secretaries, in my 40 years in Washington, and I'd have to say that Tony's the best," Cheney said on "FOX News Sunday," the show first hosted by Snow.
"He had this rare combination of intelligence, of commitment and loyalty to the president that he was working for, but also this great love of going out behind that podium and doing battle with what in effect were his former colleagues. And it was this capacity that he had to be unfailingly polite, to maintain good humor under the most trying of circumstances, and do it, I thought, better and more effectively than anybody I've ever seen in that post," Cheney said.

Snow died at 2 a.m. Saturday at Georgetown University Hospital in Washington, D.C.

"Laura and I are deeply saddened by the death of our dear friend Tony Snow," President Bush said in a written statement. "The Snow family has lost a beloved husband and father. And America has lost a devoted public servant and a man of character."

"It's a tremendous loss for us who knew him, but it's also a loss for the country," Roger Ailes, chairman of FOX News, said Saturday morning about Snow, calling him a "renaissance man."

Snow, besides being the original anchor of "FOX News Sunday" in 1996, hosting each week from historic homes in Washington, D.C., because the burgeoning network had no studio, he also hosted FOX News' "Weekend Live" and a radio program, "The Tony Snow Show," before departing for the White House in 2006.

As a TV pundit and commentator for FOX News, Snow often was critical of Bush before he became the president's third press secretary, following Ari Fleischer and Scott McClellan. He was an instant study in the job, mastering the position — and the White House press corps — with apparent ease.

"One of the reasons I took this job is not only to work with the president, but, believe it or not, to work with all of you," Snow told reporters when he stepped into the post in 2006. "These are times that are going to be very challenging."

During a tenure marked by friendly jousting with journalists, Snow often danced around the press corps, occasionally correcting their grammar and speech even as he responded to their questions.

"He would unfailingly challenge the premise of many of the questions. I'd never seen this before in a press secretary," said conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh. "He challenged the premise and told them that they were wrong in the narrative or the storyline that they were tacking, and this caused the president's supporters, those who had seen it, to stand up and cheer."

"Tony did his job with more flair than almost any press secretary before him," said William McGurn, Bush's former chief speechwriter. "He loved the give-and-take. But that was possible only because Tony was a man of substance who had real beliefs and principles that he was more than able to defend."

As he announced Snow as his new press secretary in May 2006, Bush praised him as "a man of courage [and] a man of integrity." Snow presided over some of the toughest fights of Bush's presidency, defending the administration during the Iraq war and the CIA leak investigation.

"I felt comfortable enough to interrupt him when he was BSing, and he kind of knew it, and he'd shut up and move on," Snow said.

His tenure at the White House lasted 17 months and was interrupted by his second bout with cancer.

Snow had his colon removed and underwent six months of chemotherapy after he was diagnosed with colon cancer in 2005. In 2007 he announced his cancer had recurred and spread to his liver, and he had a malignant growth removed from his abdominal area.

He resigned from the White House six months later, in September 2007, citing not his health but a need to earn more than the $168,000 a year he was paid in the government post. He was replaced by his deputy, Dana Perino, Bush's current press secretary.

After taking time off to recuperate, Snow joined CNN as a political commentator early this year.

At the White House, Snow brought partisan zeal and the skills of a seasoned performer to the task of explaining and defending the president's policies. During daily briefings he challenged reporters, scolded them and questioned their motives as if he were starring in a TV show broadcast live from the West Wing.

"The White House has lost a great friend and a great colleague," said Perino in a statement released to the media. "We all loved watching him at the podium, but most of all we learned how to love our families and treat each other."

Critics suggested Snow was turning the traditionally informational daily briefing into a personality-driven media event short on facts and long on confrontation. He was the first press secretary, by his own accounting, to travel the country raising money for Republican candidates.

As a commentator, he had not always been on the president's side. He once called Bush "something of an embarrassment" in conservative circles and criticized what he called Bush's "lackluster" domestic policy.

A sometime fill-in host for Rush Limbaugh, Snow said he loved the intimacy of his radio audience.

"I don't think you ever arrive," he said. "I think anybody who thinks they've arrived or made it, anywhere in the media — they're nuts."

Robert Anthony Snow was born June 1, 1955, in Berea, Ky., the son of a teacher and nurse. He graduated from Davidson College in 1977 with a bachelor's degree in philosophy, and he taught briefly in Kenya before embarking on his journalism career.

Because of his love for writing, Snow took a job as an editorial writer for the Greensboro Record in North Carolina and went on to run the editorial pages at the Newport News (Virginia) Daily Press, Detroit News and Washington Times. He became a nationally syndicated columnist, and in 1991 he became director of speechwriting for President George H.W. Bush.

"He served people, and we can learn from that. He was kind, and we can learn from that. He was just a good person," the senior Bush told FOX News.
Snow played six instruments — saxophone, trombone, flute, piccolo, accordion and guitar — and was in a D.C. cover band called Beats Workin'. He also was a film buff.

"He was a great musician," Ailes said. "And he loved movies."

More than anything, said Snow's colleagues, he was a joy to work with.

"He was a lot of fun," his former FOX News producer Griff Jenkins said. "This is a loss of a family member."

FOX News Chief Washington Correspondent Jim Angle called Snow a "gentleman."

Snow is survived by his wife, Jill Ellen Walker, whom he married in 1987; their son, Robbie; and daughters, Kendall and Kristi.


The Associated Press contributed to this report.
We offer our deepest sympathies to Tony Snow's family, friends and co-workers. He will be greatly missed. ~ Sparky