For Susan-et al

Susan,
Thank you for the lovely pictures of your family in the sea setting.You are right,Brigid, Dan and Summer are caring people even as are Susan, Valarie and Roberta and all those in their sphere of influence are .Your parents did a great job also as you have done in the rearing of your lovely family.
As you haven't been in touch with all of our family I have posted a picture taken at Randy's home in Fort Collins, Colorado in June of 2006.
From left to right are Sam,(Gregs 6 year old son)Greg,Randy, Ramona, myself and Dan.

Speaking of people caring, my thoughts go back to the days when you were the housemother for the special children in the Dutch care home in Northern Iowa. You cooked, cared,shoveled the driveway when it snowed and heaven knows what- but most of all you gave them the Nerison love and took some of them home with you to experience the love and care of your farm home in Hills, Minnesota.
Our prayers have been with you and your family in these difficult days and will continue to be with you in your valiant endeavor. You, Susan, are an inspiration to all of us.
God speed, Susan!

This is my country

From "The lay of the Last Minstrel,"Canto VI

"Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his title, proud his name,
Boundless weath as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch,concentrated all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

-Sir Walter Scott

Police chases

Yesterday, I had lunch with my son, Dan, at the Greekfeast at 20th st. and Camelback. We get together there once a week or so and it is a wonderful treat for me.
After lunch I drove North on 16th avenue and at 12th ave a truck with a large plastic water container on it turned in front of me unto Bethany Home road.
The tire on the right front wheel was gone and he was driving on the rim and I wondered if it would be usable when he got to a station. He was weaving in and out of traffic and disappeared out of sight when I looked in the mirror and saw police lights flashing so I pulled over to the right as did the other vehicles but as both lanes were full of cars the police cars passed on the incoming traffic lane and their was at least a dozen of them and they turned left on 7th street and I resumed my journey. I thought that something big was going down. Later, I stopped at the Glendale library and saw on the internet that two helicopters had gone down near the VA hospital.When I got home I turned on the TV and saw the video of the truck being chased and low and behold it was the truck that had turned in front of me and was runnning on the rim.
He then abandoned this truck and hijacked another and barrricade himself in a home in west Phoneix. He was taken into custody. Five helicopters were filming the chase and two of them didn't make it.
There is no need for the public to view these innane chases and four families payed dearly for this footage.
I was watching the Diamond Back game on TV on Thursday evening and a guy ran across the field followed by three security officers. We only saw a flash of the action and the cameras focused on the players waiting for the clearance to resume the game. The announcers kept talking about the game and the wierdo didn't get any face time except from those in the stadium. I believe that that was responsible use of the cameras.

Be it ever so humble-Rye farm, Hills,Minnesota

Thomas Hood wrote as follows:

"I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night

Has borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heaven

Then when I was a boy"

Verses three and four were omitted

Randy and Ramona go to Florida

Randy holding Ramona in December of 1969 with Greg and
Dan close at hand in Riverside, California ,and thereby hangs a tail.

In June of 2003, Randy's daughter won a Nasa scholarship to hang out with the training astronauts off the keys of Florida. For a photo tour go to google and type in ryefamily.net/ and then click on the aquarius experience. Well, she was now selected to work with them as an intern for this summer and her tour of duty is about to be over so Randy graciously included Ramona in his plans to spend time with My Granddaughter at the site and bring her back to Colordado.
After she returns to Colorado she then has to go to Washington, D.C. to report on her summer activities.
On her first tour she met the astronaut who was recently left on the space station and has kept contact with him and emails him at the space station.


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I wish to also thank those who have been so gracious with their comments and I enjoy them immensley. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

p.s. to Diane who commented early on in 2005, our friend ,Mandy ,has had some serious heart operations and she and I would like to hear from you for we miss you dearly. My e mail address is listed above as my users name. glenn

Randy and Ramona go to

Tam-Shetland Sheep dog

Leisure--

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And state as long as sheep or cows

No tine to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

-W.H. Davies

The smiles that keep on giving!

Fifty years,minus one.

Yesterday was Daniel's 49th birthday. His loving and friendly smile is enriched by by beautiful Brigid's smile and that of their precious daughter, Summer.

Dan has brought joy and pride to all who have been fortunate enough to be in his sphere of influence. Generousity, kindness, caring, compassion are just a few of the traits that come to mind. I could go on and on but you that know him realize that I have touched on only a few of the virtures so modestly enshrined in this, another man for all seasons.

The Lost Dutchman Mine

Will wonders never cease.I was able to retrieve the correct picuture. But hereby hangs a tale.

Ramona was in Phoenix for a trauma workshop at Maricopa County Trauma center. I lined up to take her for German food at the Haus Murphy in Glendale because on Friday nights they have an accordian player to entertain the people. I have taken Brigid,Dan and Summer there as well as Randy and Ellen. Randy wowed them because he knew the lyrics to all to the songs.

Well, we I made reservations I was informed that there was no entertainment in the summer so Ramoma was not able to share that experience.

So we shared that tale with Randy when we were back in Loveland and Randy suggested that we make it up for Ramona by going to the Bohemian Cottage nestled along the river in the Big
Thompson (my Mother's maiden name) Canyon.The owners are Henry and Lucy Lambert from Munich and their address is 8039W.Highway 34, Loveland,Co. 80537 and their phone number is (970)667-3718.

We told the modest and charming Lucy our sad tale about the entertainment. We finally got her to admit that her husband played some instruments. After a charming dinner Henry came out with a mouth organ and a guitar. We were the onlyl customers and they were the only staff.

We sang songs from "This land is your land" to O christmas tree in German. They were awesome.

They then said that they had visited Apache Junction and visited the Tortilla Flats establishment where they were able to sing.

Lucy then told us about the Lost Dutchman mine story.

Randy then remembered that the children had use our buggy as a Hallowen prop in 1968 wherein the children sat in the buggy and gave out treats to the visitors.

Pictured here are Angela and Greg and the Lost Dutchman mine sign is in the foreground.

The children probalby knew of it in Riverside, California because the first year of our mariage Donna and I lived in Tucson where I taught school.

I have been waiting for this picture so I could make a copy of it and share it with our new friends,Lucy and Henry, in the Big Thompson Canyon.

Auf wiedersein my schones fraulien.

Angela and Cinommin

Randy scanned a new batch of pictures for me when I visited him in Colorado for his birthday on June 17. This morning at the computer club a friend, a nice gentleman named Byron ,

put these imges up for me. The story that I wished to tell included Cinnomin,the donkey that I gave Donna for her birthday. That story will come later when I am able to retrieve the right picture but her is our Angela helping Cinnamin celebrate her birthday.

You can't see it here in this picture but on the mane of each donkey is a white stripe that bisects a white stripe on the mane making a cross. Legend has it that this cross is there because it was a donkey that transported the Saviour on Palm Sunday.

TOM JOAD- By Woody Guthrie

The last verses of Tom Joad song and his dedication to lifting the burden of the oppressed.

"Tom Joad ran back where his Mamma

was asleep

And he woke her up out of bed.

And he kissed goodbye to the Mother

that he loved

And he said what preacher Casey said.

Everybody might be just one big soul

Well it looks that way to me,

So everywhere you look in th' day

or th' night

That's where I'm gonna be, Ma,

That's where I'm going to be.

Wherever little kids are hungry and cry,

Wherever people ain't free,

Wherever men are fightin' for their rights

That's where I'm going to be, Ma,

That's where I'm gong to be."

prayer

(To Edelweiss Melody)

May the Lord Mighty Lord,

Bless and keep you forever

Grant us peace, perfect peace,

Courage in every endeavor

Lift your eyes and see His face,

And His grace forever,

May the Lord, Mighty Lord

Bless and keep you forever!

"What is man, better than sheep or goats, if knowing God we lift not hands of prayer for those we love and those we call a friend." -Old English-

Mother o' mine

Rydyard Kipling's tribute-

" If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine,O Mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O Mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother O' mine, O Mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O Mother of mine!

If I were dammed of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, Mother o' mine!

The morning paper

These are the songs we sung-

Jimmy Brown the Newsboy

This quaintly sentimental song becaome popular some thiry years ago throung the Carter Family recordings. i.e. 1930's

"I sell the morning paper, sir,

My name is Jimmy Brown.

Everybody knows that I'm

A news boy of the town.

You can heqar me yelling', "Morning

Star'!

Running along the street.

Got no hat upon my head,

No shoes upon my feet.

Never mind, sir how I look,

Don't look at me and frown.

I sell the morning paper, sir,

My name is Jimmy Brown.

I'm awful cold and hungry, sir,

My clothes is mighty thin.

I wander 'bout from place to place.

My daily bread to win.

My father died a drunkard, sir,

I hear my mother say.

I am helping mother, sir,

As I journey on my way.

My mother always tell me sir,

Nothing in the world to do.

I'll get a place in heaven, sir

To sell the gospel news.

With a song in my heart

No, Kathy and Cinnomin could go along as we embarked on a trip from Riverside, California to Hills, Minnesota to visit our Mothers in Hills and in Sioux Falls,South Dakota along with a host of other relatives. After leaving Minnesota we traveled north to Canada and came back west on the trans-Canadian highway to Vancouver, British Columbia where today Dan,Brigid and Summer set sail for other ports along with some special cousins.
We then traveled south anong the California coast and back to Riverside. We made this trip several times in the mid-60's.
On the bumpber of the Terry camper was the inscription:
THE RAMBLING RYE'S OF RIVERSIDE.

We got the phrase from one of the many songs we would sing together as we covered the many miles of this beutiful country.

As we roamed this land together
these are the songs we sung
as a family young and joyful
carefree everyone.

Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
since we sung them in days go by,
but may the remain even now as then,
the apple of your eye- Dad and Mom.

My Rambling Boy
by Tom Paxton

Stories and songs about hobos formed a considerable part of the folklore during the 1930's when
the ranks of the vagrants swelled due to the scarcity of jobs. Here a hobo sings of the loyalty of his departed buddy.

Chorus:
So fare ye well, my rambling boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.
So fare ye well, my rambling boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy.

He was a man and a friend always,
We rambled round in the hard old days,
He never cared if I had no dough,
We wandered round in the rain and snow.
Chorus:
In Tulsa town we chanced to stray,
We thought we try to work one day.
The boss said he had room for one.
Says my old pal,"We'd rather bum."
Chorus:
Late one night in a jungle camp,
The weather it was cold and damp,
He got the chills and he got them bad,
I lost the only friend I ever had.
Chorus:
He left me here to ramble on,
My rambling pal is dead and gone.
Now, if when we die we go somewhere
I'll bet you a dollar he's rambling there."
Chorus:"