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A Preachers Kid Who Survived.
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callmeloublog · 7 days ago
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Coffee Anyone?
I’ll always remember that evening, like it was yesterday. It was the early evening, about supper time, and I was headed home on my bike. I’d enjoyed a great time with my best friend, Kenny, and was looking forward to eating dinner. The bicycle I had was my good and reliable companion. Sort of like a good horse to a cowboy. It took me verywhere in town and ventured out into the country on…
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callmeloublog · 14 days ago
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Is That Lizard Smiling?
It was a warm summer afternoon, so I was enjoying the air conditioning. July in Kansas can normally get well above 100F in the afternoon. This is when the lake is a prime destination for folks wanting to camp, swim, or boat in Kansas. We don’t have mountains or forrests, but we do have many lakes. I was hanging out in the visitors center which had a large room with a rather boring collection of…
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callmeloublog · 22 days ago
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Sitting Too Close to the Preacher.
Sitting Too Close to the Preacher.
After the Palm Sunday church service, our Pastor summoned me to the front of the sanctuary before we left. Our church is continuing to practice social distancing and masks in an effort to protect everyone as more people get vaccinated. We have marked off every other pew with home-made quilts. They are beautiful to look at and serving an important function. The very front 4 pews have been…
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callmeloublog · 27 days ago
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Mirror, Mirror, On the wall...
Mirror, Mirror, On the wall…
Our battle was fierce and the winner in doubt, but in the end, vanity was his undoing. It was man versus bird, a Giant Bird. No, not a giant chicken, but a large emu. In the mid to mid 90’s a fad swept across America. It was the arts and crafts practice of taking the large emu eggs and decorating them as part of art projects. I’m told the eggs could fetch $50-$100 apiece if sold to the right art…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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The Valentine Secret.
Mom had a sneaky side and I found out the hard way.
Sneaky and unpredictable were two words no one would ever have applied to my mother. Edith Purvis was the consumate example of a ministers wife. She was very aware that she and her family were always under the wary eyes of the church and community. Since we always lived in small communities, everyone knew who the preachers kids were. She tried to keep us inside a set of guidelines for…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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The Valentine Secret.
Mom hade a real sneaky side, especially if she loved you.
Sneaky and unpredictable were two words no one would ever have applied to my mother. Edith Purvis was the consumate example of a ministers wife. She was very aware that she and her family were always under the wary eyes of the church and community. Since we always lived in small communities, everyone knew who the preachers kids were. She tried to keep us inside a set of guidelines for…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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Call Me Chuck.
Charlie the cat thought he was in charge at our house. In fact, he preferred that we call him “Chuck”, because it sounded tougher to the neighborhood cats. He tried very hard to be the center of attention as much as he could. I remember bringing a new girlfriend over to the house and while we sat in the living room he walked along the kitchen counter knocking dishes onto the floor. He never…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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Momma is Listening.
My little sister Von and I grew up with an electronic device listening and monitoring our every move. No, we didn’t have computers, internet, or cellphones. There was no faceless faraway big-tech entity tracking us electronically. No it wasn’t a complex full of computer hackers working in a darkened room at some secret location. Rather, it was the early 70’s in the age of rotary-dial telephones…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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Just a Big Fish Story.
I spent much of my childhood looking for outdoor adventures. I didn’t grow up in a hunting and fishing family, but one that camped a lot. I spent as much time as I could in the woods, along the creek, and at the lake. I was more like Lewis and Clark than Daniel Boone because I was more of an explorer. If there was a path, I wanted to see where it went. If I encountered wildlife, I wanted to look…
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callmeloublog · a month ago
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God's Sense of Humor.
God’s Sense of Humor.
I was taught that all I needed to do is ask to be forgiven and God will pardon my sins. I must be honest, though, and admit, I’m also hoping God has a good sense of humor. As I reflect on the past, it appears to me that God is probably whatever we as individuals need. For me, the use of humor and especially irony, seem to be tools he has used on numerous occasions to lead me to where I needed to…
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callmeloublog · 2 months ago
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The Other Side of Death.
It was a warm and sunny Sunday afternoon in Riley, Kansas. As a 12 year old boy my thoughts were of adventure and having a good time with my friends. It had become such a beautiful day with a deep blue sky and billowy clouds. I was playing with my friends Bobby and Jimmy in the yard beside the parsonage, when we heard a loud boom. We walked around the church to see what was going on. A couple…
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callmeloublog · 2 months ago
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The Valentine Secret.
Sneaky and unpredictable were two words no one would have ever applied to my mother. Edith Purvis was the consumate example of a ministers wife. She was very aware that she and her family were always under the weary eyes of the church and community. Since we always lived in small communities, everyone knew who the preachers kids were. She tried to keep us inside a set of guidelines for…
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callmeloublog · 2 months ago
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Call Me Chuck.
Charlie the cat thought he was in charge at our house. In fact, he preferred that we call him “Chuck”, because it sounded tougher to the neighborhood cats. He tried very hard to be the center of attention as much as he could. I remember bringing a new girlfriend over to the house and while we sat in the living room he walked along the kitchen counter knocking dishes onto the floor. He never…
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callmeloublog · 3 months ago
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It's Creeping in Our Bedroom.
It’s Creeping in Our Bedroom.
What was that noise?….It’s the middle of the night…..There shouldn’t be anything in the bedroom with us….What’s crept in our bedroom in the dark?…Is it going to attack us?…It was very eery and quite spooky!… Our sheltie, Emma, was on the foot of the bed and she began to growl in a very low voice as though she also sensed something menacing in the dark. I looked over at the clock and it said…
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callmeloublog · 4 months ago
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A Fowl Christmas.
We’d all settled in, on that dark Christmas night, When a clatter so loud on the roof gave me fright, I said to my wife go out and to look, She said I was crazy and kept reading her book, She layed on the bed in her red christmas gown, I could tell she was serious by the look of her frown; I pulled on my slippers, tripped, and fell down, My wife stood there giggling like I was some circus…
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callmeloublog · 4 months ago
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The Christmas Miracle.
He wasn’t much of a dog to look at. He was a short yellow lab mix with a habit of getting into trouble. We had him most of my grade school years up into high school. He had two things he enjoyed doing. The first was he loved to escape and run off. The other thing he loved doingh was laying in the sun and hanging out. He knew a lot of tricks but was rather bull-headed and refused to do any of…
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callmeloublog · 4 months ago
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Too Big To Turn Down!
Finding something to do on a boring afternoon took some effort in a small town, sometimes. There is a thin line between stupid and fearless, sometimes. It just depended on what you found to do. Some things are just too big for a boy, or anyone for that matter, to turn down. It was a warm afternoon in the small town of Riley. There wasn’t a city pool or much of a park at the time, so we had to…
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callmeloublog · 5 months ago
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Killer Porta-Potty!
Do you get claustrophobia in tight places? Do you have nightmares about being locked in a box with no way to escape? Have you ever been trapped in a vulnerable position where you’re at the complete mercy of someone else?
Possibly by your best friend?
Have you ever been somehwere that was so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Perhaps you were forced to be in close proximity to a…
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callmeloublog · 5 months ago
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Don't Make Me Come Down There!
Don’t Make Me Come Down There!
The preachers kid is an expert in sign language and non-verbal communication. They spend most of their time in the public eye which forces their parents to communicate non-verbally. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
My earliest memories of this ability were in the White City United Methodist Church. I was about 6 and my little sister was 5. My older…
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callmeloublog · 5 months ago
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Run For Your Life!
There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. That being said…
Living in a small Kansas town of about 950 people has its own set of fun things to do. You learn that fun is where you make it, but sometimes there is a price. As a preachers kid, I was always looking to push the boundaries. To see what I could get away with.
As a 6th or 7th grade boy with a small…
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