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  • DMS42
    Member
    • Aug 2009
    • 47

    #1

    Memorable Day

    My mother would have been 101 today.
    57 years ago I was discharged from the Army.
    Mom thought that it was a nice birthday present.
    You can never see too many Sun Rises nor enough Sun Sets.
  • dryheat
    Senior Member
    • Sep 2009
    • 10587

    #2
    Happy Birthday of some sort. My dad would be 124 today. Numbers.
    If I should die before I wake...great,a little more sleep.

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    • Vern Humphrey
      Administrator - OFC
      • Aug 2009
      • 15875

      #3
      My mom would be 107, Dad would be 116 -- he was born in a log cabin in Oklahoma Territory.

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      • Allen
        Moderator
        • Sep 2009
        • 10583

        #4
        My mother died at 91. Now would be 101.

        My father died at 57 from lung cancer. Would be 105 now.

        My mother's father died of lung cancer @ 64. Was badly wounded during WW1.

        To put a different twist on things. I'm 12 years older than my father (at time of death) and 5 years older than my grandfather. A very disturbing reminder for me of their short lives.

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        • Vern Humphrey
          Administrator - OFC
          • Aug 2009
          • 15875

          #5
          So far, I've outlived my father for 19 years.

          My brother and I have a pact to outlive all the men in the family.

          Grandfather Humphrey was 49 -- he was a motorcycle cop, chasing a speeder and someone backed out in front of him.
          Dad was 62 -- died of kidney failure and an enlarged heart.
          Grandfather Clooney was 72 and died of a stroke.
          Great grandpa Humphrey was 80 -- I don't know what he died of
          Great grandpa Clooney was 87, and walked three miles two days before he died.

          I've outlived all but one of them.

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          • Allen
            Moderator
            • Sep 2009
            • 10583

            #6
            Originally posted by Vern Humphrey
            I've outlived all but one of them.
            Not a good feeling is it?

            They died young compared to us.

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            • Vern Humphrey
              Administrator - OFC
              • Aug 2009
              • 15875

              #7
              Originally posted by Allen
              Not a good feeling is it?

              They died young compared to us.
              My daughter kids me about my "girlfriends" -- very few of my male friends are still alive.

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              • lyman
                Administrator - OFC
                • Aug 2009
                • 11268

                #8
                Originally posted by Allen
                My mother died at 91. Now would be 101.

                My father died at 57 from lung cancer. Would be 105 now.

                My mother's father died of lung cancer @ 64. Was badly wounded during WW1.

                To put a different twist on things. I'm 12 years older than my father (at time of death) and 5 years older than my grandfather. A very disturbing reminder for me of their short lives.
                a good friend and one of the guys that got me into shooting Service Rifle, told me a few years before he passed, that he was then 20 yrs older than his dad when he passed
                from heart issues,

                Mike lasted a few more years, before the heart gave out ,


                sadly, his son, who was in his early 20's, and grossly overweight (part genetic on his mother side, part due to eating and drinking too much , he was also a chef) passed a few months later,
                no indication he had any issues, had a heart attack (thinking he was 25) and was released one morning after a short hospital stay, then passed the day after he was released
                hid mom went out to get some groceries and came home an hour later and found him dead

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                • dogtag
                  Senior Member
                  • Sep 2009
                  • 14985

                  #9
                  My ancestors used to kill Wooley Mammoths

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                  • Vern Humphrey
                    Administrator - OFC
                    • Aug 2009
                    • 15875

                    #10
                    The Man and the Deer


                    The squirrels are rustling the leaves
                    The birds are beginning to sing
                    I sit freezing in the dawn
                    To see what the morning will bring

                    I have spent many a frozen morning
                    In a tree or on the ground
                    Listening, silently listening
                    For a stealthy sound

                    For I am a predator
                    As was my father also
                    And his father before him
                    As far back as you can go

                    This is how we fed our families
                    When our spears were tipped with stone
                    And we moved through the forest
                    Silent and alone

                    Then we used to hunt in groups
                    On the frozen ground
                    And we used the atlatl
                    To bring the mammoth down

                    The hungry children in the tent
                    Waited for what we?d bring
                    And so we sat silently
                    An arrow on the string

                    The instincts of a million years
                    Now guide my hand
                    And men with hairy faces
                    Are with me on my stand

                    He is coming, softly coming
                    Drifting like a wraith
                    I lift my bow in anticipation
                    And dare not take a breath


                    He disappears behind a bush
                    But I know where he went
                    And where he will emerge
                    And my bow is fully bent

                    He senses I am there
                    He looks me in the eye
                    As the string rolls off my fingers
                    And I let the arrow fly

                    My patience is rewarded
                    And my prey goes down
                    I approach him with reverence
                    As he lies silent on the ground

                    I look down on my quarry
                    The beauty of nature is there
                    I have used skill and patience
                    And I have killed my deer

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                    • Allen
                      Moderator
                      • Sep 2009
                      • 10583

                      #11
                      ^^^^^^

                      I had a similar experience only my story involved a roach and a can of Raid. The hungry ate pizza.

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