"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005

Friday, March 24, 2017

Have a restful


To be fair

I love the County Fair!  Since we moved to the Double Nickel I have entered items into the county fair as a way of encouragement for me.  I was learning on the ground and it was nice to submit crafts or items I had baked or canned to the Fair.

Today I was relocating the ribbons I have earned over the years.  I am changing the art room back into a room with a need so time to bring the ribbons to a new room.
Thank goodness I have a fairly good footstool ladder thing.  I am exhausted though as putting up years 2008-2013 required a full extension of my arms. I guess I should have waited until Bill was home!

2014-2016 were much easier.  Of course the roof is sloped so it did make this part easier.  I will perhaps do a complete photo of the room when I am finished.

For my fun after climbing up and down the beast climber ladder thingie, I worked a bit on this painting:
It is in the early stages and will be part of a farm grouping I am working on. 
I know I am painting a lamb and most likely a henny penny. From there who knows?!

After Acts

Moody Publishers
I found myself drawn to the book After Acts as the first sentence on the back of the book is what I have often wondered.  
 If you’ve ever wondered what happened to the biblical characters after Acts-from the well-known Matthew to lesser-known Bartholomew-then this book is for you. (Litfin, 2015)

I have thought about this a good deal.  I know that there are many church legends and such about differing apostles.  What I have wondered is if any of the legends have any truth in them or not.  The book After Acts is the book that helped filter out what is legend, lore and what has a ring of truth in it. 

Bryan Litfin, the author of After Acts, takes the reader through apostle after apostle and researches the legends and sifts through them to see if there is any truth in the stories.  He uses a basic report card after each chapter to rate whether the stories and legends line up with probability or not.  

I enjoyed how Liftin uses the Bible as the source as he begins the tracing of each person.  For example, here is what he wrote about Luke:
Only a few facts can be deduced from Scripture about the life of Luke, since he is mentioned by name in a mere three verses. (Litfin, 2015, p. 56)

The book design is very nice, and the chapters are easy to follow.  I was surprised by the quantity of information about each person, and how Liftin pulls the facts out of the legend if there are any. 

I have found the book After Acts to be an amazing book and recommend this to everyone and anyone. I especially look forward to reading Liftin’s other books Getting to know the Church Fathers: An Evangelical Introduction and
Early Christian Martyr Stories: An Evangelical Introduction with New Translations.

Litfin, B. (2015). After Acts. Chicago: Moody Publishers.

Disclaimer:  I got a copy of this book for free from Moody Press Newsroom program.  The review and opinions here are my own and were not influenced by that fact.

Well the wind has died down and

I can see my mountain again.  I thought I would share the memes from face*book from many fellow New Mexicans after a crazy windy yesterday!
Often the March madness means that my garbage cans blow away and in return I get the garbage from the people several acres away.  


I have watched things blow by the window that made me head away from windows. One time a very nice looking piece of plywood flew by.  Once it passed I told my boys to head out and see if they could find it as plywood and farm projects, well it is a win! ps they never found it and who knows who lost it!


And a bonus one that has nothing to do with the wind but has a tad bit of truth to it~
well kinda  truthful ;) for us on the Double Nickel

because we do have license plates on the wall
~but our vehicles have license plates on them so~

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Thursday this

using photos.
This is the group of cuties that came to the house on Sunday.
Yep, I love lunapic.com for editing my photos!

Until you have driven through Texas, this seems unreal. 
Fortunately, I know an amazing Texan so this is fine... 

This is clever...
I only see one problem and it involves my kneecaps.
I would step down and then walk right in to this clever
but probably not right for me invention.
Bill would not need the above vertically challenged adapter~please take
a guess which person is Bill?  This is from last weekend when there was a donkey 
baseball game at the fairgrounds.  By the way, when I see images of Bill in a crowd I 
always have to ask myself, is that Bill?  How do I not realize his height when we are 
together, but friends, that is Bill, the tall person on second from the left.  

Oh and a bit more of Thursday this minus photos~this day has been crazy windy.  Brush fires are happening to the north and south of us, and at times I haven't been able to see my mountains.

A Long Dose of Reflection

It's a funny thing to have one window of your life become what others see you by.  Of course this makes sense, but it is a bit surreal when it is about you.  I have been blogging for a while and while it is part of my life to blog it is not my entire life.  I do share a window to my life and I try very hard to keep things as real and upfront as possible, but I do not reveal everything. 

Life goes on with or without social media keeping track. 

Life changes with or without social media keeping track.

Life is with or without social media.

I have a few things I really love doing.  I have told my children that if you love something you will do it every single day or nearly every single day.  Especially something that is a passion.  I love to write.  Even though I do not publish a good majority of things I write, I write every single day.   I am not hoping to be discovered as I am not proclaiming I am good at writing, but it is something I really love to do.  It helps the mind clear, and it allows for all the things I have been thinking about to be on paper or on the computer~whatever I use at the moment.

I write here, on the Double Nickel about the reinventing of who we were to who we are today.  I share a good deal of hardship with a good deal of reality.  As I look back upon when I began the farm blog until now I am a bit humbled.   Things have changed ever so much.  We have all aged.  New members have been added to the family.  Oh and the biggie, thanks to two surgeries Bill is not walking with a cane and is back in the field he loves so much.  In fact, because of this, I have a new job as a campaign manager for my husband's campaign.  I will write about that soon as life is constantly changing.

I have shared the loss of my mother here on the blog.  I actually shared as I was driving across the country in a blizzard praying that she would survive until I arrived at her home.  Thankfully, I did make it to her bedside and spent precious time with her.

It's crazy because it may seem like I share so much because I have shared things that seem so personal or intimate.  But blogging is not life.  Blogging is a part of life.  Some times I go days or even weeks between postings.  Some days I post two or three times.  It depends on the time granted as well as if I feel so inclined to post.

I am writing this post because I realized something from a recent comment.  The comment was this: I'm always struck by the sadness of his loss in your life.  It was a powerful comment about the loss of my father, who was killed in Vietnam. The comment is soundly spot on.  I must confess at first I was reflective about this comment, then defensive, then totally impressed with how true it was.  It is true that it is a deep aching sadness that I still feel today not having my dad in my life.  Yet, it is also true because I don't have dad in my life that I worked harder to ensure that my children would have their dad and that they would have things I did not have.

I want the sweet blogity friend that left this comment to know how much I appreciate the comment.  I cannot change my past and I have known this fact since my earliest memory.  I know I was the baby born after dad died.  I remember at Brownie Scouts singing My Country Tis of Thee almost always tearing up at the line land where my father's died, and understood the song before I think I knew what the song was about.  I realize to the fullest extent that nothing changes the past.  The older I get the more I am sentimental about what I really missed out and have become quite emotional for what my mother never was able to enjoy.  Do you know how hard it was when mom was alive to have another year with my Bill?  I am ever so sad to know that she did not have a seventh anniversary with dad.  This is so crazy because those early years you are so busy having children, building the home, and launching careers that the marriage is nothing like marriage is years down the road.  Mom and dad never enjoyed that moment when all their kids were out of diapers.  If you have had more than one in diapers at a time you can appreciate this.  Mom and dad only had one child in school, the oldest and she was in Kindergarten.  They never were able to get through the teen years together with a high five.

Mom and dad never watched their children find a love and marry.  They weren't able to think of their future as grandparents together.  They weren't able to be strong when their children had hard times or have hard times. 

Instead, I have had milestones my mother never was granted.

I have had a tenth anniversary.
I have had a twentieth anniversary.
I am nearing a thirtieth anniversary.

I have seen three of my children marry.
I have had the sheer joy of seeing my grandsons on their first day of life.
I have had the pleasure of loving a man for more than half of my life and grow older with him.
I am because of my husband.

So, when I share on the blog new things I have discovered about my dad, I am afraid that it seems like that is the world and events that I am encircled by, and in a way I am.  But not in the way I share on the blog.  No, instead I am because of the sadness in my life, the person I am.

I am thankful to have lived nearly 50 years and I embrace this age, as dad never reached 30.
I am thankful to have a love for nearly 29 years and I love each moment, the good and the bad, because mom didn't have a choice.
I am thankful to have children that I have watched grow up, move on in their lives and find loves, as dad never was fortunate enough to see this.

I share the newest finds about my dad because my mom could not share about my dad.  I have shared this several times and understand now that I have my own love.  I cannot imagine life without my Bill.  I cannot imagine trying to breathe if he was not with me.  I most certainly cannot imagine losing him when I was pregnant with wee ones at home.  Therefore, the blog is my forum to ponder about my dad with new discoveries from my mom.  Things she prized, held on to, and never shared are now here for me.  What she could not share in life, she preserved so I could see it now.  I do not find a problem with that as I cannot ever imagine walking in the shoes she walked in.

And I will share the events of February - August 1967 as if they are current events as to me it is.  I am so thankful that it has taken a few years since my mother's death for my sister to mail me the box as it has allowed me to grieve my mother before I learned about my father.

Oh and I will close with something that always amazes me.  I realized that no matter how old I get or how much time passes, the ultimate sacrifice paid by a soldier is always a debt owed by the surviving family.  My family is one such family.  We will always be the family of a soldier killed in Vietnam in April of 1967.

* for the record~I'm not editing this post, as it is a post with my heart weeping upon the page...

Sunday, March 19, 2017

It's that time of year

again.  The local grocery store holds an annual game of Monopoly and I enjoy playing as well as taking advantage of the sales.  There are many prizes but I play for the coupons and instant winners. 
I do like to fill out the game board, but I soundly understand that winning isn't likely.  By the way, I already shop at this store, I do not buy items I don't use and, I use other coupons with the coupons from the game!

I have won foil, sour cream, salt, and several free coupons.  Seems a bit hum drum as I type it, but this is my life:)!

Friday, March 17, 2017

Once again it is the


In an upcoming post I am going to share about the Sabbath and why Bill and I rest on the Sabbath.  I will also share using the Bible what the Sabbath is.

Until then, may you have a restful Sabbath. 

February 20, 1967

My dad turned 28 and he graduated from Fort Benning US Army Infantry School. 
Less than 50 days later he was killed in Vietnam.

Here are some things my Dad had on him

when he died.  Now my mother shared long ago that he had in one of his pockets a written note of The Irish Blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rain fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again,
May God have you in the palm of His hand.

After he was killed mom had dad's military photo printed with the Irish Blessing on the back.

In the box my sister recently sent me, I discovered that my mother wrote several letters to track down my dad's personal effects.  Several people worked hard and maintained contact with mom until things finally were located and sent to her.  Based on these letters I know of several of the items that he had on him.

Here is another item that was in my dad's pockets.  
It is a quote credited to Robert E. Lee -1865 that says, 
I would sooner die a thousand deaths than betray a friend or be false to duty. 

Now we have internet so I googled this quote and discovered that it was not said by Robert E. Lee, but a young man named Sam Davis, who fought for the Confederacy.   His life was short but he was a man with honor.  

As I looked at this small slip of paper with this quote on it, I wondered who wrote it.  I have almost nothing of my dad's.  Then as I keep digging through the box, I found a letter my dad wrote and I am fairly certain my dad penned this quote after he heard it.  Here is why I think my dad wrote this quote:
if you look at the d in the word deaths, and the d on the lower right of the paper on the right, you see that they are similar.  The paper on the right has my dad's signature on it.  I could be wrong but it looks the same.  The y's on both papers are written in many ways but I will today rest believing he had this in his pocket as well and that he wrote it.  

These two items are things that make me feel a bit of happiness for a man in the middle of a war zone.  I feel as though dad was defining who he was~as a man of honor and if he died,  he wished nothing but goodness for those that remained. 

I am going to continue writing and sharing about my dad as I never knew anything about him until I was married and had children.  Mom never spoke much about him until near her death, and aside from the photo of him in this post, I never saw another one of him until I actually went to Oklahoma and visited my dad's hometown.  Those that are visiting the blog and are learning things about my dad, I will say we are learning these things together as I am sharing as I go through the items.  One thing that my mom said a bit before she died was that dad was such an honorable man.  As I am going through his things, I believe that she right.  

Captain David P. Gibson
KIA April 8, 1967