October30th- 39th birthday-first time around-RAMONA

Many of us have celebrated our 39th birthday for the second time around but this is a first for our Ramona. She is a source of joy and pride for our family and everyone that is in her sphere of influence seem to have a positive karma placed upon them by being in her company.

She is a caregiver in her professional role as a charge nurse in ER and also a caregiver to all of those who love her and hold her dear.

My Granddaughter -spash down

Some association of divers have invitited My Granddaughter to a seminar in New Orleans in January to view the new underwater recovery gear. They did not say anything about the scholarship that she applied for but that must be the reason for her attendance-stay tuned.

bernie- I couldn't up the message that you attached to your email regarding My Granddaughter.

ode to Court-citizen of the world

The Seven Seas
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal1896
Rudyard Kipling
SPEAKIN’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all—The ’appy roads that take you o’er the world.Speakin’ in general, I ’ave found them goodFor such as cannot use one bed too long,But must get ’ence, the same as I ’ave done,An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
What do it matter where or ’ow we die,So long as we’ve our ’ealth to watch it all —The different ways that different things are done,An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world —Takin’ our chances as they come along,An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?
In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;You ’ave to ’ave the ’abit or you’d die,Unless you lived your life but one day long,Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I ’aven’t done?I’ve turned my ’and to most, an’ turned it good,In various situations round the world—For ‘im that doth not work must surely die;But that’s no reason man should labour all‘Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.Pay couldn’t ’old me when my time was done,For something in my ’ead upset me all,Till I ’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin’ world,Which you can read and care for just so long,But presently you feel that you will dieUnless you get the page you’re readin’ done,An’ turn another—likely not so good;But what you’re after is to turn ’em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she ’ath done—Excep’ when awful long—I’ve found it good.So write, before I die, “’E liked it all!”
Back Words Home

"It' like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel tht you will die unless you get the page your're readin' done, An' turn another-likely not so good;But what you're after is to turn 'em all."

Court- Good luck as you seach out this dual citizen idea and I'm at your Father's home and he will be scanning a geneolgy of my family's roots and when he has it on a disc I will put it on this blog for you and my relatives to explore.

And to strike another serious note, tonight,Greg and famiy and Ramona are taking me to a SON'S OF NORWAY church dinner where I will feast on lutefisk and lefse. Eat your heart out!
The dinner is in Loveland, Colrado.

tribute to a government worker

I don't have a typewriter and do not know how to access word perfect so I will have to us this site to thank a dear government worker.

To Jean Hulm
PSA
Northwest Clinic
Sun City, Az.85351

Dear Ms. Hulm,

I went to the VA last month and didn't see your friendly face and smile. I asked and they said that you have retired to Nebraska or South Dakota or somewhere and was informed that if I write you a letter and return it to the clinic they will see that it is forwarded to you.

Three or four years ago I signed up to get on clinic list and after 9 months I received an appointment to come in to the clinic. I was met by a most pleasant lady and I think that her name was Jean. It was indeed. She looked at my records and informed me that I was listed as deceased. She said that she would set up another appointment. I told her that if the next one took as long, I may well be deceased.

She routed the new one through the downtown office and in a very short time was having access to the VA clinics.

At the time the press was busy knocking the VA services and I thought that I was in the wrong place because every kind action and service spoke in a different hue and these actions were personified in the person of Jean Hulm. In the last year or so the press has recognized the the VA health service is ranked among the best and it is because of public servants of the calibre of Jean Hulm.

So wherever you wander,Jean, may the Journey be down hill with the wind at your back as you continue to charm those in your circle of influence.

As ever,

Glenn Rye-still with us

My Granddaughter -Rocky Mt. High

Randy's daughter, graduated from Rocky Mt. High School in
Ft. Collins, Co. on May 22nd, 2005. Their motto holds true for My Granddaughter

"Oh, the places you'll go!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself and direction you choose."

-Dr. Seuss

When she was a sophomore she wrote an essay for an Aquarius contest that rewarded her with a trip the the NASA training center in Florida.

If you go to google;then ryefamily.net/;then untitled document;then to /; then to the aquarius experience and click on the pictures at the bottom of the screen until you get to slide 27 you will see My Granddaughter with her friends. She has kept contact with these people and last week or, so she e-mail Peggy Winston in Russia as she prepared to blast off to the space station as the first female commander of the project to congradulate her (Peggy is in slide 27 identified only as Peggy) and asked Peggy to greet Clay who has been on the space station for 6 months(Clay is in slide 27 also). My Granddaughter has been in contact with Clay via e-mail for the past 6 months during his stay in the space station. Peggy is a phd. who happens to have the same discipline that My Granddaughter is pursing at the University of Colorado at Boulder.

When she returned from her Nasa summer project My Granddaughter had picked up a name that was floating around there and then discovered that he on the faculty at CU. She e-mailed him and he answered. He was the one who designed the underwater training station that you will see in the slides and he was a little jealous of My Granddaughter because he has never been in the station he designed.

"Oh, the places you'll go!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself any direction you choose."

-Dr. Seuss

I waved the towel

Yes I waved the towel and did't get home until 12:30 am.The DBacks snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.

There may be a silver linning , however! I'm traveling to Colorado next week end and will stay with my son, Randy, in Ft. Collins. If the DBacks win I'm not welcome.

I waved the towel

I waved the towel

I waved the towel

2005 reunion revisited

An old, old ballad, Ben Bolt, reminds us of our mortality.

Oh, don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt,

And the master so kind and so true.

And the little nook by the clear running brook,

Where we gathered the flowers as they grew?

O'er the schoolmasters grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt,

And the running little brook is now dry;

And of all of the friends that were schoolmates, then,

There remains but you, Ben and I.

Oh, don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,

Sweet Alice with eyes hazel brown?

She wept with delight when you gave her a smile,

And trembled with fear at your frown;

In the old churchyard in the valley, Ben Bolt,

In a corner obscure and alone,

They have fitted a slab of granite so grey

And sweet Alice lies under the stone.

I bought an old Ford machine

In 1962, after 5 years in California, we able to go back to Minnesota to visit our Mothers.
we all all packed up and ready to return to California when we drove by the local gas station and there was a 1931 five window coupe Model A for sale for $250.00. I looked up the owner and purchased it for my five year old son, Randy.
It was stored in my Mother's garage and later on Duane's farm until 1970 when we had moved to Loveland, Colorado and Randy was now 14 years old. We towed it from Minnesota to Colorado behind our 69 Chrsyler.
The junior college at this time offered a mechanics course to young people if their father attended also. Randy was the center of all attention in the class because of him and his car.
Randy thrived, I survived. The next year I thought that Dan should have the same experience. we both survived.
We purchased a new running gear and Randy proceeded to transfer everything to the new chassis. My collegue shop teacher, Mr. Thompson, redid the hard wood pieces in the roof. Art Riefell Dodge did the repainting and Randy had a restored auto that represented his own effort and patience and hours and hours of devotion.
What I learned from the classes was that I wanted some one else to do my mechanic work.
This last year Randy sold the Model A but not before he gave everone a last ride in the rumble seat.

In the above picture, Randy's children, Court and My Granddaughter appear to be about be about 10 and 8,respectfully. so this picture must have been taken in the early 1980's.

An early song about the Model T's went like this:

I bought an old Ford machine,
I filled it up with gasoline,
Got out to crank and the darn thing got away.

It wouldn't wait till I got in,
So now I own a pile of tin,
And every month I go right up and pay.

60th reunion

Oh do you remember the school, Ben Bolt, and the Master so kind and so true,

of all of the friend of old, there remains but me and you,

of all of the friends of old, there remains but me and you- Ben Bold verse

its only one game

Yes, the DBacks lost and the crowd didn't exeactly do us us proud- but hope is one the way- Tonight I will be at the game with my son, Dan, we'll make the crowd do us proud and we will cheer the team on to victory.
The Rockies are my number two team also.

grand nephew-Todd

Todd, on the left, drove me around Minnesota two summers ago and her we are on the Mississippi river where the grouchy old men film was made. My brother, Ray, on my left passed away earlier this year and in a coversation with Carol Ehde yesterday I was happy to hear that Sandy, Ray's widow, on my right drove down to Luverne, Minnesota the other day and visited with loved ones. We love you, Sandy.

I haven't run out of neices and nephews yet but I have run out of pictures that I know how to access.

Today was like a kid in a candy shop day for me now that I'm high tech.

Emily-neice

Another Paul Bunyan Hegeson. Emily is a director of a rehabilitation center for special needs children, I believe a county, state facility. Some lucky young people have her to guide and assist them.

Jennifer-neice and others

My sister, Vivian, is at my left; Jennifer,brother in law, Don Helgeson; Jennifer's husband and their two children. They all live in Paul Bunyan country.

Jennifer and her friend were moving from Florida years ago and we invited them to stay with us in Loveland until they obtained housing. It was a pleasant experience and it was en Denver that she met her husband. Vivian and Don have four daughters and they all live in Bemidji. They are indeed blessed. Emily helped Viv send me an email and asked me to respond to see if she got my answer. After I sent her the email I called to see if she had received it. High tech.

Dianne Rye Dhaemer-niece

Diane is a teacher's assistant in the Sioux Falls school system.Earlier in her career she was a specialized hospital technican. One of Bob and Diane's children that I have met is Kari- a traveling nurse. She was moving from Las Vegas to St. Joseph's children hospital in Phoenix and her Mother prevailed on her to contact me. She did. She was coming to Phoenix and then leaving immediatley for a family reunion in their cabin in the Black Hills. She needed a safe place to keep her car. She had about two hours leeway so I had reserved a shuttle to the airport and as I was going to be in Loveland, Colorado she stored her car her and maybe stayed on night and when she returned a week later to pick up her car I got to meet her for a second time as I had met her briefly a couple of years ago. She takes care of premature babies.

Her Mother made her call and thank me and I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to hook up with her crazy great uncle that the family has been hiding in the closet.

Diane is the daughter of my brother, Norris, deceased, and Lorriane.

Barbara Bakk Eisenbraun-neice

Barbara is the lady one the left with the purple emblem on her t shirt. Her brother, Jim is seated to my left. They are the children of my deceased sister, Eldora. Steve and Laurie are the other children of that family.
Barbara just retired from the Lincoln Nebraska school system after years of dedication to special needs students. Barbara has two children, Jon and Kim. I can not truthfuly identify other people in the picture but Barbara does have a grandson.

During the last days of our Angela's life in the emergency room at Sioux Valley Hospital in Sioux Falls she never left our side She is especially dear to us for many reasons and I welcome her comments as they would be very special for me.

She has touched many lives and the students in Lincoln will miss her. She may not miss some of them.

Barbara Nelson-Mankato miss-neice

Barbara is an RN and accomplished traveler. Her and Roger have two sons, Ryan and Todd.
Barbara and a group of her friends reenact an old German tradition in festivals at New Ulm and other towns. A fun, fun thing and I have a copy of her group but cannot reproduce it here.
I would welcome Barbara to use my comment section to share with my friends this unique and festive custom.

Carol Nelson Ehde-beloved neice

Carol, sister of Roger, is a former nurse and one of my sister, Opals, children.

Compassion, caring all concerned-what can I say-the greatest of the great!!

The surge of pictures on this day-Bryon at the computer club showed me how to transfer pictures from the disc so I've done a few today so that tomorrow I may be able to remember how to do it again- Of all the things that I've lost in this life,it's my mind that I miss most of all.

Art Ehde-nephew

Art and Carol Ehde ran a successful mink operation in Luverne, Minnesota until its sale several years ago. He now has the latest equipment to run a custon farm operation. He has the latest round hay baler; the latest combine for beans, corn and what have you; the latest seed drilling equipment and guess what- they are all John Deere green-nothing runs like a deere.

You can take a boy off the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy!

Dr. Roger Nelson-DVM-Nephew

Mankato, Minnesota is the community fortunate to have Roger taking care of their beloved pets in his clinic. Roger and Barbara visited in Phoenix last year and my son, Dan, provided tickets to the Suns game with the NY Knicks. My dance partner, Ethel, and her group, The Golden Grannies, gave a hip hop presentation during one of the breaks in the game. They have perforned five times for the Suns.

Naturally, the Suns won!

And how about those D-Backs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dr.

THE QUEEN BEE-JILL

Jill is of pure Holland Dutch extraction and a more pleasant, positive person is hard too find.

She is an occupational therapy nurse in Sioux Falls and is called upon to deliver papers on her craft in San Francisco and this month will deliver one in D.C. and will be accompanied by her Mother in law, Lorraine, who will visit her son, David, in Virginia

I have tried to have her share her presentations by her modesty has kept her from sharing.

We love you guys!

Oh yes, she is one of the organists at her church.

One of many favorite nephews-honey man Rye

Dale Rye runs a honey farm in Renner, South Dakota. His wife, Jill, is the real queen bee.

We are standing in front of a 1951 New Holland baler that I ran several years during the summer when I was teaching in Hills, Minnesota. The farmer's wife gave us a snack when we drove on the property; lunch at 10 am: sumptious dinner at noon; lunch at 3 pm;dinner or supper at night and a snack as you drove off the property. Actually, I ran 2 balers each summer and managed to preserve my girlish figure until of late.

An antiquated baler and an antiquated scribe saved by the vitality of the honey man.

Creator of joy and happiness

Yes, this is Court Rye, the creator of my blog. As you can see in his youth he brought me nothing by joy and happiness and now in the evening of my life he set up this outlet for the memories of today and yesterday. Thank you,Court.

Court posted a current picture of himself on an earlier blog here and he is in Mt. View,California creating new ideas in his workplace. I don't understand what he's doing but it's awesome!!!

graditude

I really enjoy and cherish all of the wonderful comments that known and unkown people have contributed to my blog. It does my heart proud.
I would really like to have you elaborate on such things as the stream that you crossed to get to your Grandmothers house; your grandson and other members of your extended family;your sojourn in New Mexico; the pied piper of dogs: Feel free to use this as an avenue for an add on blog of your own.

For the satire of springing up in the fall and the belief that next I'll tell you I do ballroom dancing.

To Dee- Actually my fall was in 1962 when I came out of my builder's office in Lasierra with an armful of sales material and slipped on a sidewalk made wet by the sprinklers and my feet went out from under me and I banged my left elbow. As I had to open the sales office at a subdivision we had in San Bernardino I managed to put off going to the doctor until later in the afternoon.
My elbow usually tells me when their will be a change in the weather.

As George Burns said, "They laughed when I said that I was a comedian."

Join in as if we were all part of the story tellers of the pueblo indians.
when the Spanish came to the Navajo nation they beckoned the indians to come to them with a finger motion. The Navajo word for this was belagonna. So when I taught on the Navajo reservation all anglos were called "belagonnas.
Thank you!

Dan-Boat builder

Here is the ten year old,Dan, who found plans for a boat in a Popular Mecanics magazine and proceeded to build it in our garage in Riverside, California. the boat never saw water.

By going to islandcam.com/ you can see a live picture of two of the harbors that Captain Dan took Ramona, Greg and myself to in late september and early October,2007. The ones to click on are Friday Harbor -1&2 and Roche harbor -3.

TAM-one of the dogs loved and cared for by ramona

Many beautiful memories pictured here drawn from the past. Ramona's dog, SMOKIE, passed on last week and if ever a dog had a more beloved master I could only share other's expressions of love for animals as witnessed on recent posts.

Ramona's dog, ginger, will continue to receive the love and affection that was accorded to smokie by Ramona.

dogs we've loved-in honor of Ramona's-SMOKIE

Old Dog Blue
TraditionalAdditional Music and Lyrics by Lacy J. Dalton
Had an old doggie and I called him BlueListen, I'm gonna' tell you what Blue could do
Well I grabbed my gun and I blowed my hornI am goin' to catch a possum in the new ground corn
Old Blue's got a possum up in a treeWell I look up at him, and he looks at me
Well I grabbed my gun and I shot him downAnd Old Blue picks up possum and he brings him around
Now Old Blue he's a fine old doggieAnd I'm proud as a peacock he belonged to me
But when Old Blue died he died so old, so hardI dug him a cold grave in my door yard
Well I dug Blue's grave with a silver spadeAnd I lowered Old Blue down on a link of chain
Now when I get to heaven first thing I'll doGonna' grab my old bugle and call up Blue
Come on Blue, Come on boy... I'm home

©2004 Blue Piggie Music, BMI

Dogs we've loved-in honor of Ramona's ,SMOKIE

Old Dog Blue
TraditionalAdditional Music and Lyrics by Lacy J. Dalton
Had an old doggie and I called him BlueListen, I'm gonna' tell you what Blue could do
Well I grabbed my gun and I blowed my hornI am goin' to catch a possum in the new ground corn
Old Blue's got a possum up in a treeWell I look up at him, and he looks at me
Well I grabbed my gun and I shot him downAnd Old Blue picks up possum and he brings him around
Now Old Blue he's a fine old doggieAnd I'm proud as a peacock he belonged to me
But when Old Blue died he died so old, so hardI dug him a cold grave in my door yard
Well I dug Blue's grave with a silver spadeAnd I lowered Old Blue down on a link of chain
Now when I get to heaven first thing I'll doGonna' grab my old bugle and call up Blue
Come on Blue, Come on boy... I'm home

©2004 Blue Piggie Music, BMI

Dogs we've loved-In honor of Ramona's, SMOKIE

Tradition Mirror
Old Dog Tray
Old Dog Tray
(Stephen Collins Foster)
The morn of life is past,
And evening comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Cho: Old dog Tray's ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away.
He's gentle, he is kind;
I'll never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I call'd my own
Have vanished one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away.
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone;
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Copyright S. C. Foster, 1853
RG
APR99
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital

I did go down to the sea again-09/27 to 10/03/07

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Posted by: Julia H. (---.sonnet.com)
Date: March 29, 2005 08:48PM
I'm looking for the poem that I believe contains the line.."I must go down to the sea again. To the dark and lonely sea..." I cannot remember any of the rest. I thought it might be Mansfield, thoughunable to locate under such author.
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Posted by: ilza (---.user.veloxzone.com.br)
Date: March 29, 2005 11:00PM
Sea Feverby John MasefieldI must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip's over.
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Re: poem about the sea
Posted by: Richard Gilpin (212.219.145.---)
Date: May 04, 2005 02:49AM
Dear Julia H

I , indeed, have sweet dreams when the long trip was over. I will share pictures when Greg and Ramona forward their discs with me.

Unlike the woman who had two sons and one ran away to the sea and the other became vice president and neither one was heard of again-

I hope, God willing, to be heard from again-loud and clear-can you hear me now?