Tadpole's Outdoor Blog

September 30, 2010

Birthday Party @ Hemphill Care Center (9/30/10)

Filed under: Hemphill Care Center — Freddie Keel @ 8:32 pm

Bernadine Powell at age 93 is full of a happy spirit.  She invited everyone to her 93rd birthday.  The birthday cake had ’94’ because she plans to have another party next year.  This gal just loves life and is so happy and cheerful.  Years ago in Broaddus, Tx she would not miss a basketball game. She was also an accomplished artist and loved painting.  She could not wait til the cake was cut and the Blue Bell served.  After the party, she was ready for a rest but not before she expressed her appreciation for every one attending her party.   She was a ‘hoot’.     Bernadine’s has one son, Charles Powell.  Every Sunday, Charles brings Dixie to visit with his mom.   She looks forward to seeing and visiting with Dixie, her dog.

Happy Birthday Bernadine

and keep that wonderful smile.

September 29, 2010

Alvin, you ain’t goin’ to amount to nuthin’ unless you change your ways and trust in God.

Filed under: Misc — Freddie Keel @ 9:32 pm

(I presented this devotional at the last meeting of the United Methodist Men – Hope you enjoy)

Alvin was born in 1887 to a hillbilly family in the Tennessee mountains.  He was the third of eleven children.  His dad worked as a blacksmith and as a logger to provide for his family.  His mom knitted all family clothing and struggled to keep enough food on the table for all the family.  The kids attended very little school as they were needed to work in the fields and harvest their own food.  The boys hunted to provide meat for the family.  Alvin was a good hunter with his stalking skills and became a dead-eye shot.

At age 24, Alvin’s dad died.  He was counted on to assist his mom in raising his younger brothers and sisters.  Alvin worked in railroad construction and as a logger. Alvin loved to drink and fight.  He spent lots of time in the local jails. His Godly mother tried to persuade Alvin to change his ways because she worried he would “amount to nothing unless he changed his ways and trusted God’’.  Alvin had his own agenda as he and his best friend wanted to prove they were the toughest.  His mother’s words went in one ear and out the other but her voice was lodged in his heart.

At age 27, his life changed as he and his best friend engaged in a fight with other saloon patrons during a night of heavy drinking. The incident resulted in his friend being beaten to death inside a saloon. The event was profound enough that Alvin followed his mother’s advice and stopped drinking alcohol. He was baptized as a born again Christian .

At age 29, Alvin registered for the draft as all men between 21 and 31 years of age. When he registered for the draft, he answered the question “Do you claim exemption from draft (specify grounds)?” by writing “Yes. Don’t Want To Fight.” His claim for conscientious objector status was denied.

Alvin enlisted in the United States Army as WWI was beginning. He continued to read his bible and study God’s Word.  He discussed his Biblical stance on war with his company commander and was convinced that warfare could be justified.

During an attack in France to secure German positions he recalled-“The Germans got us, and they got us right smart. They just stopped us dead in our tracks. Their machine guns were up there on the heights overlooking us and well hidden, and we couldn’t tell for certain where the terrible heavy fire was coming from… And I’m telling you they were shooting straight. Our boys just went down like the long grass before the mowing machine at home. Our attack just faded out… And there we were, lying down, about halfway across [the valley] and those German machine guns and big shells getting us hard.”

All of the commanding officers were killed so Alvin assumed command and led an attack with a few other soldiers on the German machine guns taking out 32 machine guns, killing 28 German soldiers and capturing 132 others.  He was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions.  Like most heroes, he shrugged it off and suggested anyone would have done the same thing.

Later he would remember thinking, “A higher power than man power guided and watched over me and told me what to do”.

After the war his story was published in the Saturday Evening Post.  Alvin refused many offers to profit from his fame, including thousands of dollars offered for appearances, newspaper articles, and movie rights to his life story. Companies wanted him to appear in advertisements or to pose with their products. He would lend his name to various charitable and civic causes.  He worked hard to develop his native area of Tennessee and wanted to build a Bible School.

Alvin had refused several times to authorize a film version of his life story. Finally, in 1940, as he was looking to finance an interdenominational Bible school, he yielded. In 1941, the movie Sergeant York with Gary Cooper in the title role told about his life and Medal of Honor action. The screenplay included much fictitious material though it was based on Alvin York’s Diary. It received 11 Oscar nominations and won two, including the Academy Award for Best Actor for Cooper. It was the highest-grossing picture of 1941. York’s earnings from the film, was about $150,000 in the first 2 years. Alvin eventually built part of his planned Bible school, which hosted 100 students until the late 1950s.  God was an important part of his life and he never failed to acknowledge his faith and the influence of his Godly mother as her words echoed through his soul, “Alvin, you ain’t going to amount nuthin’ unless you change your ways and trust God”.  Well he did and he did.

York died at the Veterans Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee, on September 2, 1964 and was buried at the Wolf River Cemetery in Pall Mall. His funeral sermon was delivered by Richard G. Humble, General Superintendent of the Churches of Christ in Christian Union.  Humble also preached Mrs. York’s funeral in 1984.

So the question is, can you be the Godly person that might lodge God’s Word in the heart of someone?

September 27, 2010

hogs are back

Filed under: Hogs — Freddie Keel @ 8:16 pm

Last year these rascals showed up and did lots of damage to our tree farm.  We trapped about a dozen and they left.  Well with this cool weather, the traps will be activated and fresh pork will be on the grill by the weekend.

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September 26, 2010

Another poem from grand-daughter, this one about me

Filed under: Family — Freddie Keel @ 6:37 pm
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         NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT        

WHEN FREDDIE WAS A YOUNG UN, HE LIKED TO GO OUT HUNTIN'
HE'D HUNT STAG AND DOVE AND DOE AND MOOSE
HE WOULD NOT LET NOTHING LOOSE
NOT EVEN BIRD OR SQUIRREL OR GOOSE
HE'D SLAY THE NEAREST BEAR I HEARD
HE'D EVEN SLAY A HARMLESS BIRD
HE'D HUNT PIGEON AND SWAN AND WOLF AND BUCK
HE'D SLAY BUFFALO AND STAG AND HARE AND DUCK
THEY'D TRY TO RUN BUT NO, NO LUCK
HE'D HUNT ALL DAY, HE'D HUNT ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

YOUNG FREDDIE LIKED TRAPPIN'
ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WERE SNAPPIN'
HE'D TRAP THROUGH RAIN OR HALE OR FOG
HE'D TRAP THROUGH SNOW OR SWAMPY BOG
JUST TO GET ONE SCRAWNY HOG
BEWARE OH FOOLISH COON
OR YOUR FATE YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON
HE'D TRAP FOX AND POSSUM AND WEASEL AND RABBIT
OH, WHEN WILL FRED QUIT THIS CRAZY HABIT ?
HE'D TRAP ALL DAY, HE'D TRAP ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

WHEN FREDDIE WAS A KID, HE LIKED TO WAIT AND SIT
HE'D WAIT FOR A SALMON, STRONG AND STOUT
HE'D WAIT FOR PERCH
HE'D WAIT FOR TROUT
HE WOULD SIT OUT BY THE LAKE
NOT CARING HOW LONG, IT WOULD TAKE
HE'D FISH ALL DAY, HE'D FISH ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

SHOOT YOUNG FREDDIE WOULD
NO MATTER WHERE HE STOOD
FROM VERY CLOSE TO FAR AWAY
THE STAG WAS THERE, WAS THERE TO STAY
FROM IN BETWEEN THE TREES
WAS FREDDIE ON HIS KNEES
THE DEER WOULD SAY O PLEASE
JUST LEAVE MY FAMILY IN PEACE
FOR THAT WISE DEER NEW ALL TO WELL
THAT WAS THE LAST THING HE'D EVER TELL
HE'D SHOOT ALL DAY, HE'D SHOOT ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

THE CROSSBOW WAS FREDDIE'S FAVORITE
HE'D DO ANYTHING TO SAVE IT
ARCH HE WOULD WITH ALL HIS MIGHT
NOTHING WOULD PUT UP A FIGHT
EXCEPT THAT YOUNG STUPID BOAR
CHARGING AT HIM WITH A ROAR
THE BOAR WAS BIG
BUT FREDDIE'S BOW WAS BIGGER
HE'LL FIND OUT WHEN FRED PULLS THE TRIGGER
HE'D ARCH ALL DAY, HE'D ARCH ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

SO BEWARE MY ANIMAL FRIENDS
BEWARE OF FREDDIE'S HUNTING TRENDS
OR IT WILL BE YOUR FOREVER END

September 25, 2010

More Photos from C J’s performance

Filed under: Hemphill Care Center — Freddie Keel @ 9:29 pm

September 24, 2010

C J’s One Man Band is back at Hemphill Care Center

C J sings ‘Walking the Floor Over You’ by Marty Robbins

(we’ll publish more photos of his performance later)

September 23, 2010

Poems by Spiffy (our granddaughter)

Filed under: Family — Freddie Keel @ 6:39 pm
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Picky Pete
I had a dog, his name was Pete
But he did not want to eat

I tried feeding him anything
from fish to fowl to chickens wing
He’d just toss his bowl with a cling

I tried feeding him duck but still no luck
I tried feeding him rabbit, he’d just stare at it

From then I only had one wish
That there would be nothing in old Pete’s dish

I looked at him, he looked at me
Then just then… I could see
Was he a vegetarian possibly

He gazed at me with his loving stare
For that was the end of Pete’s food affair

The Obsessive Maid
Always busy, always busy, always in a cleaning frenzy

From late July to early fall our maid will come and do it all

First she comes and scrubs the stairs, she always says they’re dusty
then she cleans the cupboards bare even though they’re musty

Next off to the kitchen where dishes are piled high
She looks at them with discontent and frowns with a sigh

I still can’t figure out, where she gets these crazy antics
She runs around… she runs about… are all maids terribly frantic?

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Spiffy and Papaw

September 22, 2010

On the Bright Side – Mary Howell 9/22/10

Filed under: Mary Howell — Freddie Keel @ 7:08 pm

The hymn, Amazing Grace, is possibly the best loved Gospel song that has ever been written.  The words were written in 1773 by John Newton, a blind man, who was a slave owner in England.

Newton ran a slave boat and made many trips to buy slaves.  He was very brutal and hard-hearted toward the men who were under him.

On one such trip, a horrible storm occurred and the sea was so rough that John Newton became frightened for his life.  He fell on his knees and prayed for God’s mercy.  After the storm was over, he realized that God saved him from danger along with his crew.

In his own words, he wrote the following about himself:

“I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once used to be, and by the grace of God, I am what I am”.

If we seem to get no good by attempting to draw near to Him, we may be sure we will get none by keeping away from Him.”

God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms.”

Although my memory’s failing, I remember two things very clearly; I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.”

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (my last words)”

Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound!

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found;

Was blind, but now I see.

“Twas grace  that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believed!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

‘Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

This beautiful hymn has brought comfort to millions of people through the years and has brought joy to many Christian’s hearts.  For about 200 years, this was just another Gospel song until God blessed it by it’s being recorded b Judy Collins in 1970.  It then became the number one hit in both the United Kingdom and United States of America. God’s amazing grace is available to all people of all faiths and is God’s gift to mankind through His Son, Jesus Christ who gave His life so that all who believe can have eternal life.

Mary Howell

September 22, 2010

September 21, 2010

Yawning

Filed under: Misc — Freddie Keel @ 9:09 pm
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Next time you’re in a group, try this little experiment: Take a big yawn, cover your mouth out of courtesy, and watch and see how many people yawn. There’s a good chance that you’ll set off a chain reaction of yawns. Before you finish reading this, it’s likely that you will yawn at least once. Don’t misunderstand, this posting is not intended to bore you, but just reading about yawning will make you yawn, just as seeing or hearing someone else yawn makes us yawn.

­What’s behind this mysterious epidemic of yawning?  First,  look at what a yawn is. Yawning is an involuntary action that causes us to open our mouths wide and breathe in deeply. We know it’s involuntary because we do it even before we are born. Research shows that 11-week-old fetuses yawn.

There are many parts of the body that are in action when you yawn. First, your mouth opens and jaw drops, allowing as much air to be taken in as possible. When you inhale, the air taken in is filling your lungs. Your abdominal muscles flex and your diaphragm is pushed down. The air you breath in expands the lungs to capacity and then some of the air is blown back out.

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did you yawn?

September 20, 2010

Photos from Hemphill Care Center

Filed under: Hemphill Care Center — Freddie Keel @ 6:36 pm

Every Sunday morning, Bobby will place the song books on the tables and when the service is over he will put them back in the bookcase.

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Richard Barnett provided the morning devotional and then rolled Mary into the lobby where she waited on her ride to the Baptist Church.

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Thomas Hamilton is loyal about taking Clement McDaniel to his church every Sunday Morning.

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Jimmy Doyle feeds Kacy some peanuts.

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Now it is time for Mr. Phillips and Bobby to play a game of dominos.

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Mama and Nannie

Mr. Phillips and daughter Pat

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Theses sweethearts visit everyday

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two pretty ladies, Pat and Mom

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