Monday, January 28, 2013

It's in the eyes...

Dad learned to fly in a Stearman when he joined the Army Air Corp as a young man. He went on to finish his time in the military flying F-84's. He loved to fly.  My brother followed in his foot steps for a while in the Navy. Buzz, loved flying too, but hated carrier landings, so moved on to other fields of endeavor.  
As a side note, dad says that he was charged with teaching the other recruits how to drive a truck or car.  In those days he was one of the few who knew how.  He was a farm kid so he had been driving anything and everything since he was a little guy.
He talks about towing targets for the other pilots, and later the fun of putting his F-84 on the deck and coming at our house, pulling up at the very last second.  It would make mom plenty mad, us kids loved it.  
He was always flying something and for the most part one or the other of us kids got to go along.  I never felt anything but safe with him.  He was always checking everything, once, twice... until he was sure that things were as right as they could be.
He only had me a touch concerned... one time.  We flew the little cub up to hunt'n camp and spent a good time scouting for deer.  There is no good place to land up there, most are not an option at all, unless you want to be there permanently.  As I'm looking for deer, dad said "I need to check on something so we'll put her down on that knoll."  That knoll was about the size of a tennis court...  He did it with out a twitch.  We hiked into camp, checked on what needed it, hiked back out to the little cub, and flew home.  
He doesn't fly any more at 89, but he still has that look in his eyes.
    

Friday, January 18, 2013

Sticker shock...

The stickers on your vehicle say a lot about you, or so I'm told by an older fellow.   Hummm, I had a reining cowhorse doing a sliding stop on the back window of mine, for years.  Well and a small one on the front bumper, for to get into the gate at "The" mountain country club where the previous owners of Bessie had a second home.  Now on the back window there is a sticker that looks like a Starbuck's sticker, but says "I (heart) guns & coffee."  Marymine saw it, laughed, said something about "only you, mom" and wanted one for her suv.  Well sure thing, I've got more, lots more...   The other day Marymine mentioned that a woman had stopped her in the parking lot while she was in the big city, and my girl thought, aaah O, here it comes!  But, the woman said she loved the guns & coffee sticker.  Then pointed to another sticker and said "Oh, I see your from Texas."   "aaah, no."  "Well, isn't that sticker a Texas flag?"   "No, that sticker means I have a family member who is active duty military.  My son is a Navy corpsman."
here:
http://www.bluestarmothers.org/service-flag

It bothers me that the woman didn't know what the state flag of Texas is, it really bothers me that she didn't know what that oh so special sticker actually meant.   

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Sometimes...

used to be an ol rancher down the road from the home ranch, drove a beat to heck ol Chev truck, with a huge sticker in the rear window: "FUBAR"  Never figured out whether he meant himself, the Chevy, or both...
Come to think of it, it was rumored his wife ran off with a sheep dip salesman  (known as a veterinarian in other parts of the country), and he seemed so happy about that.  

Friday, January 4, 2013

Perception...

Marymine is busy doing the moving thing... with which I have been almost no help.  I have moved enough (29 times) for a while. 
The other day I was over at her old place pestering her and asked where the college student was... "Oh she's gone snow skiing...Yuck!!!"  "Good for her...she'll have fun", says I.  Which produces the snake eye and a comment to the effect of "I hate being cold"...   Well no surprise there, I remember all the pics of her...on the hot beaches at Cubi...among other places.  Since we were on the subject of being cold, she produced her new winter coat and asked me if I liked it...  ummm...  "what is that collar pelt made from...road kill rabbit?"  "Funny mom, I remember when you used to wear "the" fur coat to stay warm and to go skiing...and then would pick us up from school with it still on.  We were so embarrassed...!"  
That is not the way I remember it at all...
see post
Brighid: FUR FLYING
     

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

cowcamp note to...

this pretty much covers it...

 
You can sub an older model of this for the vodka and we'll all be happy...