Topic Slant: Re: Need recommendations on security

"Frog Prince" <[email protected]> wrote in message 
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> And a chance to bend my ear about the 'way back times'. Like 
> how she kept
> cows during WWII and traded home made butter (not really black 
> market) for
> other stuff that was in short supply.
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Frog Prince, your experiences are making me relive some wonderful 
memories of three fantastic people in my life.  My Mother, which 
needs no explanation, and my b-i-w's Mother Myrtle, and my wife's 
Uncle Junior.

Myrtle and Uncle Junior were a lot like your friend sounds. 
Only, they were dairy farmers in upstate NY, full of "probly" and 
'couldov", washing the nipples, & treating teats, all that kind 
of thing; decidedly poor and depression era folks who brought it 
forward with them, and tough as nails when it counted.  Things 
were so different in those days, and so much easier it seems, 
even though we know better!  Or at least I do.
   I spent some of Myrtle's last hours at her bedside, looking 
out the window at the "men" out working in the fields, and all 
they were doing wrong, how they should have done it, and 
discussing what to do for tomorrow's dinner since tonight's was 
almost cooked, and even some talk of her own Mother whom she 
insisted she was going to see soon.  Of course, outside that 
window was nothing but the hosipital parking lot, but it was one 
of the warmest times of my life.
   Uncle Junior was just one of those types that actually DID 
seem to know everything, and if he didn't he had nothing to say 
on the subject.  At 87 he was still able to climb the silo and 
the hay bales to get into the mow, and could beat me up there 
every time!  He died fixing fences, just like he said he wanted 
to do!

Hang onto that friend and appreciate every second you can spend 
with her.  She sounds like the kind you could spend a lifetime 
with and still not get to know half of what she knew, or live 
half of what she lived.  They just don't make 'em like that 
anymore.  They leave/left legacies they had no idea they were 
leaving us.

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