Keeping up with the Jone's

Not really , but this was our third California home at 4029 Jones St. Arlington, California.
Randy looks to be about three years old and we were probaly on the way to church. A 52 grey dodge is in the background and my builder, Clarence Myerscough told me to get a better car so we go a 62 Chrysler Windsor with the push button shift that Randy and Dan later used at Loveland,Co high school.
The first day that we had the car we went to the bus station to pick up my newphew, Duane Nelson from Hills, Mn. It had an add on air under the dash and we sat there with the air on until we noticed the overheating light come on. The a/c had three portals and latter when we traveled to Minnesota we had a vacaum cleaner hose extending to the back set for the kids to argue over. Angela had to sit in the middle to keep the boys apart and they didn't do anything wrong except to ask after we were three miles from home,"are we there yet"

Riverside, Ca. December, l958

Dan is in Donna's arms and doesn't show up to well, but this was our first rental near
Sierra Jr. high school where I taught.
Caroline Leeland, an old friend of my Mother, Emma Thompson Rye, was with us for a time around Dan's birth. I spoke of her in an earlier blog and in 1965 or later, we were pulling our 27' camper trailer from California to Hills, mn. then North to Fargo, N.D where visited her on our trip back to California via the Canadian highway.We missed the rodeo at Calagry but saw an old fashion steam engine trashing wheat.. Greg was now along 6 months old and at one overnite park where we camped the bears were quick to eat Greg's disposable diaper as we discarded the in the trash.
We later visited Victoria. B.C. and took the camper and 65 New Yorker on the ferry boat to Victoria islandwhere we saw a bus driver who was the spitting image of our Shawnee Mission IBM friend, Owen Craig. When little Owen went by hid dad's office he called it the big bm.
We then went through Seattle where Dan, Brigid and Summer keep their power boat, The Sunshine of Phoenix.

a family prayer

God bless Mom and Dad, Angela Ann, Randy Lee, Daniel Gene, all our relatives and friends and help us to be kind and true and love and help one another.

What is man, if knowing God, we lift not hands of prayers for those we love and those we call a friend

This picture was taken in December of 1959. We were indeed blessed.

Our first Christmas in California

The year is 1958 and Daniel is 6 months old. we were renting a home for $85 a month and as we looked for a home to buy, the realtor, James V Johnson, offered me a job if I purchased a home from him. We did. The address was 10010 Hedrick in Arlington. I used my VA loan and we paid $100 dollars down and got to live in the home for 3 months until closing for $45 a month.The home cost $12500. We had 3 bedrooms and 1&3/4 baths. I didn't dare to tell the folks back home about the baths because some of them didn't have indoor plumbing.
We put in a dichondria lawn and a make shift fence and in less that 6 months someone came along who did'nt want to put in a lawn and the paid us $3000 down and took over my VA loan .We had 2 days to move. Please note the love and care with which the are dressed by their loving Mother.

Let in the Clowns

It was turkey day parade in Worthngton,Mn., the turkey capital of the world. At this time, some high school kids had straws with which they blew little candies through like a blow gun. I wanted Angela and Tam to be in the parade but felt that if students pelted me they also would suffer.
Tam's harness was made by a harness maker who was still in business in 1957. A chrome kitchen chair was used with 2 bike forks on each end into which broom sticks were inserted.
Many times in my life I have played the clown but this was the most memorable of all.
One year, my nephew, Roger Nelson,(Now aDVM in Mankato, Mn.) led Tam in the parade.He was 7 or 8 and he saw some relatives along the way and was busy waving to them and didn't notice that the float in front of him had stopped and he walked right into it.He chuckles when he recalls that day so long ago. Roger and his family, Barbara,Ryan and Todd are close to my heart.

All about us

Randy was born in the hospital at Worthington, Mn. where I taught speech, debate and drama. That year my students won the Minnesota one act play contest with their presentation of Box And Cox, an English play.
Donna's sister, Caroline, lived in
England and we had her send us records with the cockney accent and my students perfected it.One of the students, Carl Swanson, was called "mousey," by his country school teacher because of his shyness. I brought him out of it and he went on to Augustana College in Sioux Falls and became a drama student legend, Late, he taught school at Brandon, S. D. and Keith Anderson's sister, Anita, was one of his students.

This picture was taken at Knott's Berry Farm in Anaheim, Ca.

All about us

Randy was born in the hospital at Worthington, Mn. where I taught speech, debate and drama. That year my students won the Minnesota one act play contest with their presentation of Box And Cox, an English play.
Donna's sister, Caroline, lived in
England and we had her send us records with the cockney accent and my students perfected it.One of the students, Carl Swanson, was called "mousey," by his country school teacher because of his shyness. I brought him out of it and he went on to Augustana College in Sioux Falls and became a drama student legend, Late, he taught school at Brandon, S. D. and Keith Anderson's sister, Anita, was one of his students.

This picture was taken at Knott's Berry Farm in Anaheim, Ca.

Our first born, Angela Ann in our home in Hills, Mn.

All about me

This is Tam,1, in our 55 chev pickup in front of the home in Hills, Mn.
We had sheep and a horse when we lived in Hills and 12 boy's who lived in town had sheep on our property.They couldn't join the FFA, Future Farmers of America, unless the had a project. I signed a 4
dollar note at the bank for each boy. oneof the boys was the son of the superintendent so I had him under my control that year,his name was Lomen.

all about me

Actually it was no longer about me.This is Angela's batispm day in Hills, Mn. and Sister, Vivian, and Donald Helgeson were the Godparents. We lived in Hills where I was teaching history, speech and debate.We had a one bedroom home that we paid $25 per month for and it had a stool in the closet and running cold water in the kitchen.
One of the neighbor girls was in our kitchen with her mother and she turned on the facuet just to she she the water run. Her mother promptly slapped her hand for wasting water.It was understandable for she had to carry water several blocks from the reservoir.Her husband ran the county grader and his name alludes me now although it was a Dutch name.
I was playing with our collie,Tam 1, the evening that I was going to the hospital to see Donna and Angela and tore my trouser leg as we played around. Vivian and Don were farming Grandma Rye's farm at the time.

Small world after all

My brother Ray has been moved to a small center for rehabilitation and is doing well. I called our Neice, Barbara Bakk Esienbraun, in Lincloln, Neb. to alert her as to Rays' condition. I was reminded as I talked to her(by myself) that it was Barbara who never left our side as Donna and I stood vigil in the ICU in Sioux Falls, S.D. in the wake of our daughter, Angela, passing so many years ago.
Barbara is a special education teacher in Lincloln and is nearing the time when she can hang it up. She has a new grandchild, Reed, who I'm sure she has already been working on spoiling him.
I was informed by my son, Randy, that he took his brother, Greg, to Denver on Wendsday to undergo a special operation on his eye.I spoke to Greg this morning and he is doing well. Randy drove him to Denver on roads that were coated with black ice and it reminded me of the time was Randy was just beging to drive and we were returning from Denver and ran into miles and miles of black ice and we put our full faith and trust in him as we motored back to Loveland.
Over the years everyone has come to know that you can always put your full faith and trust in Randy. He does us all proud.

Ir's a small world after all

Saturday I went to a tractor pull in Glendale, Az. As soon as I got thru the gate I saw a gentleman wearing a tractor shirt that had Rollag, Mn. on it. I asked him where Rollag was and his companion asked me where I was from. Of course I said, Hills, Mn. The other fellow was Paul Jacobson. He graduated from high school with my sister, Vivian. His sister,Noreen, was a close friend of my sister, Beverly.
His father, Nels, was in the intensive care unit at Sisoux Valley Hospital in Sioux Falls, S.D. when our daughter, Angela, passed away. I remember him saying, the little girl is gone.
Yesterday I talked to my brother, Ray, who is in the hospital in Eau Claire, Wisc. where he had a heart operaton that included a valve from a pig's heart. He was doing well and I hope to call him again, later today. Next Tuesday he will be move to a rehabilitation unit outside of the city. God speed,Ray'
Tonight Summer Rye,age 8, along with her friend ,Claire, will prepare a valentine dinner for their parents,Dan & Brigid. This is the second year they have done this. I believe that this is awesome.
Last night I attended a Ray Price concert in Sun City. He is 88 years old and sang many of his old favorites.

All about me

I was about 25 years old and the picture is taken at Garettson, S.D. canyon where Jesse James is alleged to have jumped across at one place on his horse as he was being pursued after the Nothfield Mn. bank robbery.

All about me

I missed this pictue in its proper order.I'm the guy with the tie. Age 5?

High school photo

I missed this one in the realm of things. This was perhaps my junior class picture

Mother, Emma & I,Christmas, l945I

My Mother had been a widow for over a year at this time. She remained a widow until her death.

My Mother,

Your in the Army now,your not behind the plow

18 days after graduating from High School I was drafted into the army.The date was June 18, 1945, and the German's had surrendered and only Japan was left to take care of. I thank President Harry S. Truman for dropping the atom bomb because I was on my way to the west coast,Ft. MacArthur in San Pedro,California
This picture was taken on the Rye farm during my first furlough in December of 1945.

Confirmation day

We belonged to the Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Hills, Mn. One was usually confirmed when one was in the 9th grade so I was probably 15 years old.
The picture was taken on the Rye farm 2 miles west of Hills. The 11940 Dodge in the background belonged to my Father's brother, Uncle Peder

My Father's gift to me

My Father read about this contest in the Rock County Star newspaper in Luverne, Minnesota. The one's who sold 36 or more subscriptions to the paper received prizes among them a new bike.As you can see, he was successful and the joy is reflected in my eyes.I must have been 10 or 11 at this time. We lived on the Thompson farm 4 miles west and 3 miles north of Hills, Mn. Thanks Dad!

On my father's knee

yes, that's me age 2 or 3 on my father'knee. from left to right,sister Opal,Glenn;Dad,Gullik;sister Eldora;Mother, Emma Thompson Rye and brother, Norris.

Note to Court-help! I was at a slow computer for my earlier post today and nothing happened when I entered publish so I entered it again and again. Please erase the extra one's Court or one may think that it is all bout me.

This is day

Yes, to-day I am 79 years of age. I was born at home in Valley Springs, South Dakota which is about 1 mile from Minnesota and 6 miles from Iowa.
I believe at that time my father had a Chevrolet dealership there. I found that out in 1951 or 1952 when I was operating two John Deere hay balers in the Hills, Minnesota area. I baled for some cousins of mine, the Opheim Brothers and Sisters and they had a 190-31 four door Chevrolet sedan and a 1927 Chevrolet truck that they had purchased ne from my father.
In the 70's I learned more about it when my son, Dan, was in law school at ASU. He was assigned to look up a contract law case . He learned that it was from Minnessota and it was Rye VS Phillips. He looked closer and it was filed in Rock County, Minnesota. He was then to find out that it was filed by his grandfataher, my father, Gullik Nelson Rye. Dad had accepted some livestock in lieu of payment for a vehicle and somewhere or other that negated the contract and my father lost the case. Anyhow, it made it into the law books.
When I was five I had accumulated a shiny dime so the neighbor girl, Doris Jacobson and I headed down the railroad tracks bound for Sioux Falls. Forunately somewhata spotted us and returned us home. The house I was born in still stands. Other important people born or lived in VAlley Springs include Keith and Kent Anderson, their sister , Anita and their Mother, the fabulous Elsie Anderson and the poet lauraete of South Dakota, Ms. Adeliade Jenny.
My next recollection was when we moved to the Thompson farm four miles west and three miles north of Hills, Minnesota.
My sister, Beverly, at about three years of age had to have her tonsils out, at home of course, on the kitchen table. They wouldn't let me watch but when it was over they decided that for the extra five dollars they could take mine out also. They don't make house calls like that anymore.
The Gullik Nelson farm was two miles north of our farm and they had an ice house.On one occassion I was knowed to have wandered up[ there and was treated to ice cream
We also had a DeLavaval cream separater. Witht the bowl in it it took a long time to get it up to the point where the bell on the handle stopped sounding and that was the time to turn on the raw milk spout and the cream would be separated from the milk.
On empty you could turn the handle easily and get the bell to stop ringing. The separator had a litte door that you could open and see the exposed gears. I was turning the handle and my brother, Ray, thought he saw a mouse in the gear box and reached for it. When he withdrew his hand one finger was a little shorter. He finger was treated by dipping it in kerosine. To this day he does not have a complete finger nail on that finger. Sorry Ray.
The 30's was an era of gangsters and bank robbers like John Dillinger roaming the country.On new year's eve in 1936 some gangsters from Sioux City tied some other gangster up at the county explosive storage yard east of Sioux Falls and then set fuses to detonate. Windows all over Sioux Falls were blown out and our house in Minnesota some 14 miles away visibly shook.
My Dad took his shotgun and walked outside for what seemed to be a long time. I hide in a closet where no one could se me from the outside. I don't think that we found out until the next day what it was all about. My Dad knew a little about dynamite for we had some big cottonwood trees down in the pasture along the road. He must have drilled holes at the base of the tree andI can still see the big tree rise up a bit and crash to the ground.
When the field corn was ready for canning they would chop the corn stalk off at the base and haul it home on the hayrack. They would then husk the corn and throw the husk back on the hayrack. There was a team of black horses on the wagon with the lines tied up on the post high up on the front of the wagon. I was on the hayrack when someone threw their knife on the wagon after cutting some corn off the cob. It spooked the horses and they galloped away. I climbed up the from of the wagon and tried to stop them as they ran down the driveway. I guess that I wasn't a strong enough horseman as they ran into a big cottonwood tree ,one on each side and we then stopped rather quickly.
Another horse story,brother Ray walked a horse that wandered freely in the yard. Ray was 2 or 3 and the horse realized someone was behind him and kicked Ray.













jacobson

This is day

Yes, to-day I am 79 years of age. I was born at home in Valley Springs, South Dakota which is about 1 mile from Minnesota and 6 miles from Iowa.
I believe at that time my father had a Chevrolet dealership there. I found that out in 1951 or 1952 when I was operating two John Deere hay balers in the Hills, Minnesota area. I baled for some cousins of mine, the Opheim Brothers and Sisters and they had a 190-31 four door Chevrolet sedan and a 1927 Chevrolet truck that they had purchased ne from my father.
In the 70's I learned more about it when my son, Dan, was in law school at ASU. He was assigned to look up a contract law case . He learned that it was from Minnessota and it was Rye VS Phillips. He looked closer and it was filed in Rock County, Minnesota. He was then to find out that it was filed by his grandfataher, my father, Gullik Nelson Rye. Dad had accepted some livestock in lieu of payment for a vehicle and somewhere or other that negated the contract and my father lost the case. Anyhow, it made it into the law books.
When I was five I had accumulated a shiny dime so the neighbor girl, Doris Jacobson and I headed down the railroad tracks bound for Sioux Falls. Forunately somewhata spotted us and returned us home. The house I was born in still stands. Other important people born or lived in VAlley Springs include Keith and Kent Anderson, their sister , Anita and their Mother, the fabulous Elsie Anderson and the poet lauraete of South Dakota, Ms. Adeliade Jenny.
My next recollection was when we moved to the Thompson farm four miles west and three miles north of Hills, Minnesota.
My sister, Beverly, at about three years of age had to have her tonsils out, at home of course, on the kitchen table. They wouldn't let me watch but when it was over they decided that for the extra five dollars they could take mine out also. They don't make house calls like that anymore.
The Gullik Nelson farm was two miles north of our farm and they had an ice house.On one occassion I was knowed to have wandered up[ there and was treated to ice cream
We also had a DeLavaval cream separater. Witht the bowl in it it took a long time to get it up to the point where the bell on the handle stopped sounding and that was the time to turn on the raw milk spout and the cream would be separated from the milk.
On empty you could turn the handle easily and get the bell to stop ringing. The separator had a litte door that you could open and see the exposed gears. I was turning the handle and my brother, Ray, thought he saw a mouse in the gear box and reached for it. When he withdrew his hand one finger was a little shorter. He finger was treated by dipping it in kerosine. To this day he does not have a complete finger nail on that finger. Sorry Ray.
The 30's was an era of gangsters and bank robbers like John Dillinger roaming the country.On new year's eve in 1936 some gangsters from Sioux City tied some other gangster up at the county explosive storage yard east of Sioux Falls and then set fuses to detonate. Windows all over Sioux Falls were blown out and our house in Minnesota some 14 miles away visibly shook.
My Dad took his shotgun and walked outside for what seemed to be a long time. I hide in a closet where no one could se me from the outside. I don't think that we found out until the next day what it was all about. My Dad knew a little about dynamite for we had some big cottonwood trees down in the pasture along the road. He must have drilled holes at the base of the tree andI can still see the big tree rise up a bit and crash to the ground.
When the field corn was ready for canning they would chop the corn stalk off at the base and haul it home on the hayrack. They would then husk the corn and throw the husk back on the hayrack. There was a team of black horses on the wagon with the lines tied up on the post high up on the front of the wagon. I was on the hayrack when someone threw their knife on the wagon after cutting some corn off the cob. It spooked the horses and they galloped away. I climbed up the from of the wagon and tried to stop them as they ran down the driveway. I guess that I wasn't a strong enough horseman as they ran into a big cottonwood tree ,one on each side and we then stopped rather quickly.
Another horse story,brother Ray walked a horse that wandered freely in the yard. Ray was 2 or 3 and the horse realized someone was behind him and kicked Ray.













jacobson

This is day

Yes, to-day I am 79 years of age. I was born at home in Valley Springs, South Dakota which is about 1 mile from Minnesota and 6 miles from Iowa.
I believe at that time my father had a Chevrolet dealership there. I found that out in 1951 or 1952 when I was operating two John Deere hay balers in the Hills, Minnesota area. I baled for some cousins of mine, the Opheim Brothers and Sisters and they had a 190-31 four door Chevrolet sedan and a 1927 Chevrolet truck that they had purchased ne from my father.
In the 70's I learned more about it when my son, Dan, was in law school at ASU. He was assigned to look up a contract law case . He learned that it was from Minnessota and it was Rye VS Phillips. He looked closer and it was filed in Rock County, Minnesota. He was then to find out that it was filed by his grandfataher, my father, Gullik Nelson Rye. Dad had accepted some livestock in lieu of payment for a vehicle and somewhere or other that negated the contract and my father lost the case. Anyhow, it made it into the law books.
When I was five I had accumulated a shiny dime so the neighbor girl, Doris Jacobson and I headed down the railroad tracks bound for Sioux Falls. Forunately somewhata spotted us and returned us home. The house I was born in still stands. Other important people born or lived in VAlley Springs include Keith and Kent Anderson, their sister , Anita and their Mother, the fabulous Elsie Anderson and the poet lauraete of South Dakota, Ms. Adeliade Jenny.
My next recollection was when we moved to the Thompson farm four miles west and three miles north of Hills, Minnesota.
My sister, Beverly, at about three years of age had to have her tonsils out, at home of course, on the kitchen table. They wouldn't let me watch but when it was over they decided that for the extra five dollars they could take mine out also. They don't make house calls like that anymore.
The Gullik Nelson farm was two miles north of our farm and they had an ice house.On one occassion I was knowed to have wandered up[ there and was treated to ice cream
We also had a DeLavaval cream separater. Witht the bowl in it it took a long time to get it up to the point where the bell on the handle stopped sounding and that was the time to turn on the raw milk spout and the cream would be separated from the milk.
On empty you could turn the handle easily and get the bell to stop ringing. The separator had a litte door that you could open and see the exposed gears. I was turning the handle and my brother, Ray, thought he saw a mouse in the gear box and reached for it. When he withdrew his hand one finger was a little shorter. He finger was treated by dipping it in kerosine. To this day he does not have a complete finger nail on that finger. Sorry Ray.
The 30's was an era of gangsters and bank robbers like John Dillinger roaming the country.On new year's eve in 1936 some gangsters from Sioux City tied some other gangster up at the county explosive storage yard east of Sioux Falls and then set fuses to detonate. Windows all over Sioux Falls were blown out and our house in Minnesota some 14 miles away visibly shook.
My Dad took his shotgun and walked outside for what seemed to be a long time. I hide in a closet where no one could se me from the outside. I don't think that we found out until the next day what it was all about. My Dad knew a little about dynamite for we had some big cottonwood trees down in the pasture along the road. He must have drilled holes at the base of the tree andI can still see the big tree rise up a bit and crash to the ground.
When the field corn was ready for canning they would chop the corn stalk off at the base and haul it home on the hayrack. They would then husk the corn and throw the husk back on the hayrack. There was a team of black horses on the wagon with the lines tied up on the post high up on the front of the wagon. I was on the hayrack when someone threw their knife on the wagon after cutting some corn off the cob. It spooked the horses and they galloped away. I climbed up the from of the wagon and tried to stop them as they ran down the driveway. I guess that I wasn't a strong enough horseman as they ran into a big cottonwood tree ,one on each side and we then stopped rather quickly.
Another horse story,brother Ray walked a horse that wandered freely in the yard. Ray was 2 or 3 and the horse realized someone was behind him and kicked Ray.













jacobson

It's all about me!

On February 9, 1927, I was born into the family of Gullik Nelson Rye and Emma Thompson Rye
the first born of our family was Norman, who died in infancy.Then came Opal. She was followed by the twins, Glenn and Garfield.They lived about 6 months. Next came my brother,Norris;then came Eldora;then came me;then came Beverly;then came Raymond and then came the baby of our family,Vivian louise.Vivian, Raymond and I are the surviving members of the family
I venture to guess that this photo was taken when I was five or six years old.
I also venture to speculate that when you see pictures of Randy, Dan or Greg at this age you can see the resemblence. This could also be said about grandsons, Court and Sam.It remains to be seen about Benjamin.
This will be the last year in the 70's for I am turning 79 tommorrow.

I have limited time to be at this computer that allows me to bring up pictures, so I will continue the saga of my life on the other computer that I have access to interject photos as the plot thickens.

My ability to use this blog and the photos herein are directly traced to the skill, compassion and caring of Randy's son, Court, my illustrious grandson,who will graduate this year of the University of Colorado at Boulder where his sister, My Granddaughter , is enrolled as a freshman.Two of our sons, Randy Lee and Daniel Gene are also CU graduates.

Much of the theme of my blog is taken from a selection posted earlier on this site from a letter from a civil war soldier and the line I feel most strongly about is this line--

"I, am, among all men,most richly blessed."

Brother Ray

Ray's wife Sandy, called last night about 7 p.m. and share with me that the operation went very well and that Ray would continue to be sedated until sometime to-day.Our prayers are with Ray.

While I was on the Navaho reservation at Chinle, Az. in the 90's Ray visited me. I was unaware of his visit until he approached me as I exited the Chile High school building. It was a most welcome and pleasant surprise. That evening I told him that I had to check in on my Cheyenne friend, Marty. Ray said that he would stay home as he would have little to visit about,modest as usual. Well, it turned out that Marty had lived in Alaska and Ray served there during the Korean war. Needless to say, a pleasant evening was had by all and it was I that did'nt have anything to add to the discussion.
That day had been school count day and the administrators had free pizza for the parents and everyone and everyone showed up and money was recieved from the state for many students that seldom showed up. So Ray visited my classroom the next day and we had a camera. Ray and I walked across the hall to Marty's classroom and informed the class that Ray was the state inspector and we were going to take pictures to see who didn't show up that day. Marty went along with it and we lined up all the students and took their pictures. We kept a straight and sober face and Marty enjoyed it so much that he later took Ray and entered my classroom and gave the same spiel. Ray put on a great act but I don't know if he appreciated being labeled as a state employee.
Ray had his car in Alaska and when he got discharged he and his good friend ,Wes, proceeded to drive down to the states in the not too well improved, at that time, Alaskan highway. Needless to say, his 48 Ford broke down and a trucker agrreed to haul them in the back of his large, covered truck. There was no room in the cab as the trucker had already picked up two other stranded people. Ray and Wes had to ride in his car, in the van, in the dark. Needless to say, it was a dark and harrowing experience. And bumpy. At one of the rest stops Ray and Wes tried to con the two people in the cab as to how nice it was to ride in comfort and stretch out in the comfortable car. They weren't buying so Ray and Wes had to endure the long trip in the cold, dark van.
Ray was born on the Gunderson farm outside of Hills, Mn. at home. My sister, Vivian, was the only family member born in a hospital. Ray had yellow yondes(SP) and was very frail and not expected to survive. The minister and a nurse from the cities who was visiting her family in Hills came to our home.The belief was that you had to be baptized to be saved.
Some many years later Ray was visiting the home of Duane Nelson and Marilyn Sather Nelson and a retired nurse relative of Marilyn was visiting from the city and I believe her name was Sigrud Sather. She appoached Ray and asked him which of the Ryes he was and he said, Ray.
Sigurd said, I thought you died. She was the nurse that had been called to Rays and Mom's bedside so many years earlier.
Ray and Sandy, my great nephew, Todd Nelson, got together at Wassuas,Mn on the Mississippi last summer. Later Ray and Sandy attended the 50th wedding anniversay of our sister, Vivian, and Donald Helgeson. Don had a faulty difibrillator replaced also and gave Ray an bad time because nobody paid any attention to him while Ray got a full page spread and pictures in the Mpls. paper. See my August 10th,2005 post.

Brother of mine-Raymond Lee Rye

I have writen about my brother,Ray, in an August 10th, 2005 post.He suffers from coronary artery disease and there was a full page spread including pictures of Ray and his Wife, Sandy, in the hospital in Mpls.,Mn. waiting for his third defibrillator replacement. The earlier ones had proved faulty.
In late 1989 or in the early 9o's, Ray had the same disease that took the life of the creator of the muffets, Jim Henson. It was a malady that was hard to beat but Ray did so. He and his family attributed his recovery to the power of prayer of countles realtives and friends. After his recover Ray would give testimonials on the power of prayer to various groups.

Tomorrow, at 8.00 a.m. at a hospital in Eau Claire, Wis., Ray will undergo an operation that will replace a faulty valve with a valve from a pig's heart. His cousin by marriage, Palmer Paulson of Canton, S. Dak. underwent one of these operations last year.

I'm sure that to-day and each and every day in the future many prayers from many sources will be render to the heavens for Ray's speedy recovery.

It brings to mind a quote for the Sir Galahead old writings;

"What is man, better than sheep or goats, if knowing God he lifts not hands of prayer for those he loves and those he calls a friend."

Raymond Lee