Studies, Stories, and Songs

When I was a Kid, living in Corpus Christi, in the fall season, Dad always found a place to pick up pecans. After the first frost, after the next good stiff cold front blew in, the pecans would start dropping. Then Dad would start his traditional annual, picking up of, and then shelling pecans. First, Dad would put them into plastic 5 gallon pails, after which he would carefully shell them. Then he put them into quart zip-lock bags. When they were all shelled and packaged, we kept enough bags of them for Mom to use in pies and such throughout the year. After Christmas Mom would put many of those bags in the freezer for later use. Then what was left over, which was often quite a few bags, Dad would bestow many of them upon our Corpus Christi family, and he also gave many bags of them to our local Corpus friends. Susan and I sometimes helped Dad shell pecans. He would cut the the ends out of them with some wire cutters, which he had modified just for that purpose. Then it was easy,

Last night in rather sleepless night, I got to thinking about some precious memories from the time shortly after I received Christ. This was in the summer of 1969. I had been a Christian for perhaps two weeks, when a young man came to the Lighthouse who was saved, probably about the same time I was. Except he was saved in a tent meeting Lester Roloff, held in the Dallas area, in June of 1969. Early in the same month, I accepted Christ in a little bedroom, in the back of the beach house which served as our main headquarters, down on the Intracoastal canal, at Lester Roloff's ministry for young men, known as The Lighthouse. I never will forget the day Ricky came to the Lighthouse. But I have recorded that story on my blog “Up and Down the Landcut”, which is the place where I tell of many of the unique things that happened, back in my younger years, during the times when I lived down at The Lighthouse. You can read about that account on my “canal” blog by clicking on thi

                                                                                                                             Cats love closets, cozy nooks, and new cardboard boxes They are quieter than mouses, they are slier than foxes. Kitties love to stalk around, to hide and to sneak. To look and to linger, to slide about and to slink. Masters of patience and of stealth, they will wait, and wait, Lying perfectly still and silent, for as long as their mission takes. Cats love playing their little games of Kitty illusion. And toying with us people's, yes, that is my conclusion! You can turn around once, and suddenly, there is a Cat! Turn around once again, and it is gone! Just like that! Where did it come from? Where did it go? That secret is reserved, for Cat's alone to know! Secretive creatures are felines, that is for sure, We've yet to even find their, “motor”, they run to purr! They must all be life members, of an exclusive “Kitty Club”. “No Dogs, allo