The field is ripe unto harvest

One of my dearest friends of the past decade is Celeste Laney of Scottsdale,Arizona. I don't know when we first bonded, but bond we did indeed.
She is always so positive and inspirational that I asked her to speak at my 80th birthday party.
I guess that that was sort of self serving because she always has such nice things to say.
Well, Saturday she called and said that her Grandaughter wanted to meet me. So evidently Celeste had been embellishing stories about me and I was flattered beyond belief.
You see, her grandaughter,ReAnna, has spent the last year in Nairobi and Kenya along with her missionary and educator parents who do outreach programs through their college here in America.
The organization is called FAITH HOUSE INERNATIONAL MINISTRIES, INC. and their- website is www.fhim.org.
If you wish to vicariously travel hand in hand with them please visit this website and as i t is more blessed to give than recieve maybe your heart will be touched with compassion for the The fields that are ready to be harvested. Send me! Send me!

The family members include:parents;Lenora Denise,Mother; Michael Jerome,Father;ReAnna Nicole,Mikuela Denise,daughters, and son, James Michael.
My friend, Celestine Beatrice Burr Laney is the proud Mother and Grandmother.

An unknown author has penned these words:

Chirst has no hands but our hands
To do his work today;
He has no feet but our feet
To lead men in his way;
He has no tongue but our tongues
To tell me how he died;
He has no help but our help
To bring them to his side

We are the only Bible
The carless world will read;
We are the sinner's gospel,
We are the scoffer's creed;
We are the Lord's last message
Given in word and deed-
What if the line is crooked?
What if the type is blurred?

What if our hands are busy
With other work than his?
What if our feet are walking
Where sin's allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking
Of things his lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help him
Unless from Him we learn?

A man for all seasons

Randy, at age 12. I am now at his home in Ft. Collins Cdolorado and he is now 13 plus 38.

Ramona and I flew to Denver last Saturday and I stayed that evening with Ramona in Loveland,Colorado. On Sunday we celebrated Randy's birthday and also honored the three fathers that were present, namely, Randy ,Greg and Glenn.

Ramona was to work the next three nights as charge nurse in the Loveland hospital so I transferred my residence to Randy and Ellen's home.

They are at 4940 feet altitude here in Fort Collins and their backyard opens unto a 25 acre city park and 110 acres that is being added by the county and up the foothills are another 800 acres that is open area.

When we had the 7 acres in California Randy was actiive with the animals and grew a garden and was really aclimated with the great outdoors.

Outside his backyard here he has cleared some of the wetlands and mowed th wild grass, plated pine trees and effectivedly increased his backyard by asserting squatter's rights to this area. One block from the back of their home are running paths, bike paths and horse trails with people passing regularly- some of them are pretty wild but not as wild as the three deer that passed by yesterday. Two moved on quickly but one stopped 50 feet from his backyard fenced and grazed. Then he started eating the lower branches of a choke cherry tree that was recently planted on the park ground by his squatting neighbor. Randy clapped his hands, shouted but was duly ignored by the deer. So he walked out to the area and was less that 25 feet away before the deer chose to move about 20 feet..

I also saw and eagle fly over and land way up on the ridge that surrounds horsetooth lake, a lake-reservoir about ten miles long.. The name is derived from an outcropping of the mountain that resembles a horses's tooth. The early settlers saw in from the flatlands and dubbed it so.

Yesterday we witnessed Greg and Lisa's son ,Sam.Age 8, practice at a British sponsored soccer camp.

Last night, Ramona, hosted a dinner at her home in Loveland.

Dr. Greg Rye, D.C., gave me two gratis adjustments and I was too busy to take an hour for a session of acupuncture treatment, also gratis.

Today is the first day of summer and the temprature her at 5:30 was 58 down from a high of 96 yesterday. A nice spread indeed.

Randy is a management exceutive with Hewlitt Packard and has worked out of his home office by phone and computer for at least the last 5 years.

He has 5 computers in his office and this one here has a window for guests so I qualify. I was trying to copy a photo image of one of Randy's painting but failed the last two mornings so I settled for this image of hime at 12 years of age.

Randy was 13 when we moved to Loveland and the merchants were sponsoring a youth paintings contest.The prize wa $25.00 but you had to pay an entry fee.Randy chose not too and then he realized that the prize was out of his grasp so he paid the fee. The merchant then said that your 13 years old but Randy replied honestly that he had painted it before the age of 12. Randy won the contest but his painting career ended then.

He had taken private lessons from our nieghbor, Phyllis Pope in Riverside, Ca. and Randy was 5 when we traveled through Taos one summer and we farmed him out to a local resident artist for a half a day.

But he chose an accademic and business career. He has his MBA from Cornell University in Ithica, New york.

50 years of joy,compassion and giving-Randy Lee Rye

On Sunday, June 17th our Randy will have reached the half century mark.
I will not have access to a computer on that day so I choose to honor hime today.

Ramona has been in Phoenix the last two days and I will accompany her back to Colorado on Saturday. On Sunday we will gather to honor Randy at his home in Ft. Collins, Co.

His children have thier web sites listed here on this blog and we have witnessed their remarkable accopmplishments.

On Sunday also is Father's day and in anyone's book he would be listed as the Father of this one half century. Compassion, caring, guiding, it's all there. Love you, Randy.

Picture-Ramona's high school graduation.

Florence Nightengale

I picked Ramona up at Phoenix's Sky Harbour airport yesterday after noon and we drove by the Maricopa County Hospital where she will be attending a trauma worksop today and tomorrow. After taking another course she will be teaching a trauma course at the new Loveland, Colorado heart hospital. It will be the only hospital in Colorado to be offering the course. She is the charge nurse in ER.

We ate dinner at the Texaz grill and then I took her to the Aracadia area of Phoenix where she will stay at her brother, Dan, Brigid and Summer's home. They are up in Victoria, British Columbia until Saturday. The children's Mother, Donna, is with Brigid, Dan and Summer.

I will have dinner with Ramona tonight and tomorrow night and then I will fly to Colorado with her on Saturday. On Sunday we will celebrate our oldest son, Randy's birthday. He will have reached the half century mark. All who have been fortunate to be within his sphere of influence are indeed enriched, blessed and priviledged. He has been with Hewlitt-Packard since recieving his MBA from Cornell some 25 years ago. This time has been spent in the place he loves best, Colorado.

Rudyard Kipling wrote:

"God gave all men all earth to love,

But since man's heart is small

Ordained for each, one spot should be

Beloved over all.

Each to his own choice,

And I rejoice, the spot has fallen to me

In a fair ground, In a fair ground,

Yea, Sussex by the sea"

Solitude

"Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breath his native air

In his own ground:

Whose herds with milk, whose field with bread

Whose flock supply him with attire;

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire:

Blest, who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years, slide soft away

In health of body, peace of mind,

Quuiet by day:

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mixt, sweet recreation,

Which does most please

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie."

-Alexander Pope

Kattie, Dawn, Glenn-Riverside, Ca. cira 1965

The Creation-James Wheldon Johnson

James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922.

The Creation

James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)


(A Negro Sermon)


AND God stepped out on space,

And He looked around and said,

“I’m lonely—

I’ll make me a world.”


And far as the eye of God could see
5
Darkness covered everything,

Blacker than a hundred midnights

Down in a cypress swamp.


Then God smiled,

And the light broke,
10
And the darkness rolled up on one side,

And the light stood shining on the other,

And God said, “That’s good!”


Then God reached out and took the light in His hands,

And God rolled the light around in His hands
15
Until He made the sun;

And He set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.

And the light that was left from making the sun

God gathered it up in a shining ball

And flung it against the darkness,
20
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.

Then down between

The darkness and the light

He hurled the world;

And God said, “That’s good!”
25

Then God himself stepped down—

And the sun was on His right hand,

And the moon was on His left;

The stars were clustered about His head,

And the earth was under His feet.
30
And God walked, and where He trod

His footsteps hollowed the valleys out

And bulged the mountains up.


Then He stopped and looked and saw

That the earth was hot and barren.
35
So God stepped over to the edge of the world

And He spat out the seven seas;

He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;

He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;

And the waters above the earth came down,
40
The cooling waters came down.


Then the green grass sprouted,

And the little red flowers blossomed,

The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,

And the oak spread out his arms,
45
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,

And the rivers ran down to the sea;

And God smiled again,

And the rainbow appeared,

And curled itself around His shoulder.
50

Then God raised His arm and He waved His hand

Over the sea and over the land,

And He said, “Bring forth! Bring forth!”

And quicker than God could drop His hand.

Fishes and fowls
55
And beasts and birds

Swam the rivers and the seas,

Roamed the forests and the woods,

And split the air with their wings.

And God said, “That’s good!”
60

Then God walked around,

And God looked around

On all that He had made.

He looked at His sun,

And He looked at His moon,
65
And He looked at His little stars;

He looked on His world

With all its living things,

And God said, “I’m lonely still.”


Then God sat down
70
On the side of a hill where He could think;

By a deep, wide river He sat down;

With His head in His hands,

God thought and thought,

Till He thought, “I’ll make me a man!”
75

Up from the bed of the river

God scooped the clay;

And by the bank of the river

He kneeled Him down;

And there the great God Almighty
80
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,

Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,

Who rounded the earth in the middle of His hand;

This Great God,

Like a mammy bending over her baby,
85
Kneeled down in the dust

Toiling over a lump of clay

Till He shaped it in His own image;


Then into it He blew the breath of life,

And man became a living soul.
90
Amen. Amen.


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This is my most favorite poem of all.

I dreamed last night that I could copy things from other sources on the internet. I tried unsuccessfully two or three time then a gentlemen here named Len showed me two copy and past functions.i.e.,edit-left click- to blogger-click in body-edit-left click-paste-

It's a miracle!!!

And my Grandson, Court, gave birth to GLENNDEAVOUR-thank you, Court. Thank you!

Go Down, Death-James Wheldon Johnson

Go Down, Death
by James Weldon Johnson
(A Funeral Sermon) Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God's big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.
And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death!--Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.
And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
But they didn't make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God's command.
And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She's borne the burden and heat of the day,
She's labored long in my vineyard,
And she's tired--
She's weary--
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.
And Death didn't say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven's pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
on Death rode,
Leaving the lightning's flash behind;
Straight down he came.
While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn't see;
She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I'm going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.
And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn't feel no chill.
And death began to ride again--
Up beyond the evening star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.
And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.
Weep not--weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
From God's Trombones by James Weldon Johnson. Copyright © 1927 The Viking Press, Inc., renewed 1955 by Grace Nail Johnson. Used by permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Books USA Inc.
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This is dedicated to the memory of Raymond Lee Rye and Brett Rockenson whose memorials are posted on this blog.

LINDA-NURSE PRACTISHIONER

Left to right: LINDA- Jennifer-Jewell-Emily

Front row- My sister, Vivian and Don Helgeson

This was a picture taken at their 25th wedding aniversary. They have since celebrated thier 50th anniversary, but this is about Linda.

Linda has been a nurse in ER for many years in Bemidji, Mn. and has now completed her Master's degree that will give her the Nurse Practishioner desinagation. She completed this work much of it on over the internet courses.

Linda stopped over in Denver years ago when Greg was about 15 years old.I believe that that Linda was about 18 years of age. Somewhere there is a picture of them taken at the 94th Aero squadron, a famous resturant at the airport where you could watch the planes land and listen to the pilot's chatter on the radio.

Linda and Greg were both blonde towheads and could have passed for brother and sister.

Somewhere on this blog there is a story about the 40 and 8. This organization that Don and Vivian belonged raised money and gave scholarships to young nurse candidates. I believe that Linda received one as did their grandaughter , Theresa.

The 40 and 8 was named after the boxcars in France during WWI. These boxcars could hold eight horses or 40 troops. Nuff said.

GOD SPEED LINDA

p.s.

I now have an email address , glenn.rye@gmail.com

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ryefamily

My clumbsy hands hit some key that changed the script- Well, variety is the spice of life

Audra and others-July 1983

left to right-Donna Ramona-AUDRA-Sandy

Front- Tanya

Back- Glenn- Jim Enteman and family

On Mother's Day, May 13,2007, Audra gave birth to Eva Tayor Kalmbach. Eva weighed in at 6 pounds, 12 ounces and was born in Louisville, Ky.

Audra is my neice and her husband's name is Frank.

Audra lived and worked in Japan for many years and is fluent in the Japanese language. Frank, who I met in Phoenix in March when I had lunch with Frank, Audra, Jim, Carol and my son, Dan,is fluent in the Russian language.

I only have older pictures so Audra is now more mature.(Aren't we all).

In THE PROPHET,Kahlil Gibran, spoke of children:(1923)

"Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of life's long for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow

Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

And he bends you with his might

that his arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for

gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies ,

so he also loves the bow that is stable."

GOD SPEED, EVA TAYLOR KALMBACH

p.s.

Audra, a partial history of the Entemans, and pictures, are featured earlier on this web site.

The pictures are on www.ryefamily.net/ with reference to memory lane.

Please give a copy to your Dad for he requested in at our luncheon this spring-excuse, I didn't have his address and was not yet conversant with e-mail. My e mail is glenn.rye@gmail.com

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ryefamily

love you-glenn

D-Backs over Giants- 2 games to l

A twelve inning game last night and we lost 5 to 4 , but what a game.Barry Bond bated 5 times and only reached base once. He struck out twice. I watched the first two games on the tube but was at the game last evening- What a thrill.
Thanks Brigid, Thanks Dan

Like a colt's ffor work be shod

Katy and Dawn-riveside, Ca., 60's

RE: Court's. ACITIVE LIFE-

Court's appreciation of youth at an early age.

Barefoot boy, continued

"Blessings on the , barefoot boy!"

......................................

......................................

"Still as my horizons grew,

Larger grew my riches too;

All the world I saw or knew

Seemed a complex Chinese toy

Fashioned for a barefoot boy!

....................................

.......................................

Every morning shall lead thee through

Fresh baptisms of the dew:

Every evening from thy feet

Shall the cool winds kiss the heat:

All too soon these feet must hide

In the prison cells of pride,

Lose the freedom of the sod,

LIKE A COLT'S FOR WORK BE SHOD,

Made to tread the mills of toil,

Up and down in ceaseless moil:

Happy if their tracks be found

Never on forbidden ground;

Happy if they sink not in

Quick and threacherous sands of sin.

Ah that thou couldst know thy joy,

Ere it passes, barefoot boy

Court does, Court does

I touched some key that puts my puctuation at the begining of the sentences sorry

Barefoot boy with cheeks of tan

My grandson, Court Rye has a web site identified earlier on this blog and one of his sub-categories is labeled, an active life.
Unlike John Greenleaf Whittier who waited until he was old and gray to recount with sadness the joyful days of youth, Court rejoices in them at an early age with exhuberance.

Whittier's , BAREFOOT BOY

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy mery whistled tunes;
With thy red lips, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through the torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,-
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,-the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou has more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,-
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!

musings

You do;n't have to know
how to read or write,
singing home on the range
on a blue month night

you don't have to look in
in a book to find,
how he reveres you
and what's on his mind!

A decade of joy

Summer Elizabeth Rye is ten years old today.Happy birthday,Summer.

Summer Sunshine is her nick name and it favors her well.Whatever the season, she brings joy,happiness,love and sunshine to all of those priviledged to be in her sphere of influence.

God speed, Summer!

Do O read them,wry not!

You out in that rare blue moon,
I read them not a mite too soon.

Flatery is always bliss,
these comments I will never miss.

The Cottrell family blog

The Cottrells are great friends of Dan, Brigid, Summer and other member of our family.
Tom would arrive at our home in Loveland, Co. on new years eve and about 5 o'clock leave so he could spend new years eve on Long's peak(0ver10,000 feet high).

Eighteen or nineteenyears ago they were traveling from Ft.Collins, Co. to Phoenix for Brididand Dan's weddng. They stayed over night with me at canyon deechelly on the Navajo reservation where I was teaching school. Molly was two weeks old and she was passed around to the excited students to admire.

She graduates this year and her and her family have really been off the reservation since then---
How far off the reservation-see their blog

http://cottrellsinchina.blogspot.com

Somehow or other this computer would let me edit the mistakes-I can't do spaces and I'm too lazy to redo it.

"How often at night,when the heavens are bright

The 2nd verse of Home on the Range contiues:
........have I looked at the glittering stars
And I've stood there amazed
And I asked as I gazed
Does their glory exceed that of ours?

Well, I looked at the skies on May 31st and again lasnt night and lo, and behold...

Once in a blue moon...is a common way of saying not very often, but what exactly is a blue moon?
According to popular defintition, it is the second full moon to occur in a single calendar month

The average interval between full moons is about 29.5 days , whilst the length of an average month is 30.5 days. This makes it unlikely that any given month will contains two full moons, though it does sometimes happen.
On average there will be 41 montlh that have two full moons in every century, so you could say that once in a blue moon actually means once every two and a half years.

Some sources say that in 2007, there is a blue moon in June. Others say that the blue moon actually occurs in May.
Who is right?
Well,you culd see a blue moon in May, June or even July, but it depends on where in the world you llive.

Source:Http://www.obliquity.com/astro/blue/moon.html

Raymond Lee Rye-obituary

Raymond Lee rye, age 75 of Eau Claire died Saturday, April 21 at Syverson Lutheran home in Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
Raymond was born on March 21, 1932 in Rock County, Minnesota, the son of Gullick and Emma (Thompson) Rye. On November 7, 1959 he married Sandra Richards at St.Mary's church in Rhinelander, Wisconsin.
Raymond served his country in and armed forces and enjoyed woodworking.

He is survived by his wife,Sandra(Eau Claire); children, Raymond C(Eau Claire), Jeffre T,(Amy)Rye, (Ft. Myers,Fl.), Barbara Zillmer(Eau Claire), and Steven(Deborah) Rye(Fall Creek); grandchildren, Curtis, Laura,Raquel and Danielle: Sister, Vivian Rye Helgeson (Bemidji, Mn.) and brother, Glenn Rye(Sun Cityii, Az.)

A funeral sevice will be held at 11:00 on Tuesday, April 24, 2007 at Fuller -Specklen funeral home. Interment will be in Spring Brook Cemetary, Elk Mound.