Ray's musings and humor

Goodwill to all!

Christmas – that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.  It may weave a spell of nostalgia.  Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance – a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.

Augusta E. Rundel

 

 

 

I am still swamped. I would be lying if I told it was all for the good of the cause. Parties, a great show at the Symphony, and more have stolen productive time. I did work a Radiothon for the Salvation Army, but that was only for six hours or so. So no matter the reason why I am so far behind, you must suffer with another blast from the past issue.

 

December 18, 2002

About this time every year I remember friends from day’s gone by. They are fond memories, but so many are fixed in time and place. When I do my daily I feel connected to even those I have not seen for more than 25 years. To me it is like looking over a landscape and seeing friends as far as you can see, those nearby are closer in age and we share contemporary events. Those at a distance are often much younger and in a setting from the distant past. There are even some of you I have never met, others only briefly, and so many more of you who are framed in fond memories. I know I have certainly changed over the years, I think I finally got out of puberty when I became 55 and have been maturing ever since. I am sure others have changed as well.

You know what I would like for Christmas? I would like to hear from you. How are you doing? What is going on in your life? What gives you pleasure? You know what I mean, a chance to up date the landscape. So please take a minute or two to at least say hello.

 

December 18, 2003

We are one week away from Christmas today. My grandchildren, like so many other kids have begun the pre-Christmas countdown. It is a time filled with school and church pageants, and a time filled with anticipation and excitement. To some extent I think we adults have overdone it. In days gone by our Christmases were filled with good fellowship, good food, and family get-togethers. We did not have a lot of presents, but what we did have were special and lasted throughout our youth. Today it seems that is quantity as well as quality that count. Children, like us, are caught up in a whirlwind of technology and the need to have the latest. Computer games become obsolete almost at the point of purchase, there will be a new super special game platform out soon, that will render the one they have now out of fashion and no fun anymore. You can’t play without the right shoes, go out without the right jacket, and so on. I begrudge them nothing, for it is we adults who are responsible. We demonstrate the same behavior, be it the car we buy, our latest computer upgrade, a dinner at prestige restaurant, the list goes on and on. Many of us with income, maybe a little wealth and lots of credit cards seem to think that score is kept. not by what we do, but by what we have. It is sad to me that so much of it is just our adult toys of the moment, soon to be tossed aside for the next thing. I often wonder if the nostalgia expressed by my generation is about the real things out of our past or out of our imagination, but no matter, in our minds life was a lot simpler, friends a lot closer, and our things more dear.

 

But that is enough of Christmas past. We all have much to be thankful for and much to celebrate. I know I am more fortunate than most, as the gifts I have been given are the things I have been allowed to do; a family that is near and dear; and a wide group of people like you, my friends and  acquaintances, and those of you that I know only through this daily. People come and go in our lives, but like the Christmas gifts we cherished as a child, they all live on in our memories. Happy Holidays.

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May you look back on the past with as much pleasure as you look forward to the future.

Paul Dickson

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A witness is testifying before the court, and the prosecuting attorney is asking him questions. "You witnessed the robbery, sir?"

"Yes" "What was stolen?"

"Two televisions"

"Did you see the thieves?"

"Yes" "

Could you identify them?"

"Yes"

"Are the two men who stole the televisions in this courtroom?" At this point, the two defendants raised their hands.

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Some can trace their family back 300 years, but can’t tell you where their children are tonight.

Lawrence Brotherton

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The Hebrew school teacher was describing how Lot’s wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little David interrupted.

"My Mommy looked back once while she was DRIVING," he announced triumphantly, "and she turned into a telephone pole!"

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I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.

William Allen White

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More wisdom from the kids.

Never tell your mom her diet’s not working.

—Michael, Age 14

Don’t pick on your sister when she’s holding a baseball bat.

—Joel, Age 12

When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she’s on the phone.

—Alyesha, Age 13

Never try to baptize a cat.

—Laura, Age 13

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I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore, I am perfect.

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The social studies teacher had just finished a unit on war and peace. "How many of you," he asked, "would say you’re opposed to war?"

Not surprisingly, all hands went up. The teacher asked, "Who’ll give us the reason for being opposed to war?"

A large, bored-looking boy in the back of the room raised his hand.

"Johnny?" the teacher said.

"I hate war," Johnny said, "because wars make history, and I hate History!"

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Never moon a werewolf.

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The Rabbi’s wife called a psychiatrist and said, "My husband thinks he’s the new Moses." The doctor assured her that these delusions of grandeur were only a passing fancy.

"OK." she responded. "But in the meantime, how do I keep him from parting the waters in the hot-tub?"

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We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.

Henry David Thoreau

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A pretty young woman visiting her new doctor for the first time found herself alone in a small waiting room. She began undressing nervously, preparing herself for the upcoming examination.

Just as she draped the last of her garments over the back of a chair, a light rap sounded on the door and a young doctor strode in.

Coming to an abrupt halt, the doctor looked his nude patient up and down carefully and with considerable appreciation.

"Miss Jones," he said finally, "it seems quite obvious to me that until today you have never undergone an eye examination."

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"At whatever stage you apologize to your wife, the answer is always the same — ‘it’s too late now’."

Denys Parsons

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A teacher asked one of her pupils, "What’s the nation’s capital?"

The reply was, "Washington DC."

On being asked what the ‘DC’ stood for, the pupil added, "Dot com!"

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We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power.

Then will our world know the blessings of peace.

William Ewart Gladstone

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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The editor is somewhat senile.

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