Monday, November 23, 2015
written by grand-daughter Lisa
I know you are sick in bed,
so here is a birthday rhyme instead.
My Grandpa is the bravest man,
He took on a 4 wheeler in the sand.
You may not think that sounds like much,
But his ribs and muscles might hurt a touch.
At 92, my Grandpa is spry,
So really, you should worry 'bout the other "guy".
November 23, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
This morning I sent Dad an email asking how he and Mom began donating blood. Here's his reply:
That's kind of a tough question.
Kind of a patriotic thing to do,
help somebody and you don't care who.
Not much effort and mostly painless too.
You got cookies and juice when you were through.
It just got to be a habit after a year or two.
Mom was proud of her record and I was too.
I hadn't had a virus that ninety percent do,,
so my blood was saved for babies that arrived Before they were due.
~KWJ August 2015