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11/11/2014

WE HONOR YOU AND YOUR SERVICE TO OUR COUNTRY…

Filed under: prairie musings, family, Tyler Britton USAF, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 8:04 am

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Roy P. Britton, Army Air Corps corporal WWII radar observer with grandson, Tyler J. Britton, now a tech sergeant/respiratory therapist in the US Air Force.  Missing is a picture of my brother, Bruce H. Baker, a captain and fighter pilot in the US Air Force and my father, 1st Lt. US Army Bruce H. Baker, WWI.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

10/30/2014

FOOTPRINTS OVER THE YEARS…

My grandson, Tyler, does a lot of traveling and, from time to time, he asks me to tell him where I’ve been, or about one of my favorite destinations. That’s hard as every trip had it special highlights.

There are many places in the US I haven’t seen, but I’ve also had the opportunity to see and visit many places, some many times.  The only two states I haven’t visited are Rhode Island and Delaware.

I thought it might be convenient for Tyler, and interesting for me if I could list the places outside the US where Brit and I, Ally and I, Dane, Mackenzie and I or I alone, have visited…not just passed through on the way to some place else.  The journey brought me back many memories.

Brit and I went to Mexico City, Cuernavaca, Taxco and Aculpulco on our honeymoon.  We also drove to Mexico randomly just because we loved it so much.  One trip was to Tampico to meet Vera and Reuben Sparks. We went to Aculpulco again with Karma and Paul Aylward and stayed at Tres Vidas, which may have been dissolved by the salty ocean water.  It was a magnificent place.

We also made four trips to Hawaii which were wonderful, but they don’t count in this list.

Brit was the People-to-People leader for a group of Kansas bankers we took to China for an extended visit.  We took numerous tours with other groups…and by ourselves. Many were trips that Dane arranged.

Ally and I drove 7,000 miles during our trip to visit Cape Breton in Nova Scotia.  We ate only at locally owned restaurants and slept in locally owned motels/B & B’s. Ally played golf with a group of guys we met over a sack of garlic we happened to have and that they desperately needed.  No fast food/franchise patronizing. We stayed in Baddeck for a week or so and loved Lunenburg where she took the helm of a large sailing vessel and was invited by the captain to stay and sail for him.  She’s that good. I love Nova Scotia.

Ally and I also took a 17 day trip through the Panama Canal on the Norwegian Wind and racked up some wonderful memories.  Another time we spent 10 days in Cancun where she spend her time cave diving and I luxuriated at the Grand Mayan Resort.

Another memorable trip was one that Mackenzie and I took to visit Dane in Hungary when he was there working for the Eisenhower Foundation assisting Hungary to return to a democratic government.  That was a wonderful trip and holds special memories not only of Hungary, but other countries as well. .  Mackenzie lost a tooth while we were there so we launched it in to the Danube and figured some day it would  be inside a big fish in the Black Sea.

I didn’t list a family cruise we took in the Caribbean or the bucket trip the family took with Brit before he died.  Of course, we didn’t venture out of the US for that.

Brit and I had three trips to London/England and I went another time to visit my friends, Ann Harrison, and John and Geoff Spearman (Ally and I met them on the Panama Canal trip). I remember one flight to from New York to London where we were served 7 full meals before we landed in London and we didn’t go to bed until our return flight home two days later.  We were young then.

I don’t have my passports with me which would give me a better idea of what I may have missed, but for all practical purposes, this list will cover most of my travel destinations.  I’ve always had an itch to travel…Dane, Todd, Mackenzie, Tyler, Drew and Ally all have the same gene.  Before he’s finished, Tyler will put my list to shame.  He’s already way ahead of most 26 year old travelers who have to do it on their own.

My Travel To Non-US Destinations (more than just passing through):

Jamaica
Bermuda
Bahamas, Nassau
Costa Rica
Cartagena, Colombia
Panama City
San Blas Islands
Panama Canal
Australia, Sydney
Australia, Canberra
Australia, Melbourne
New Zealand, Rotorua
New Zealand, Queenstown
New Zealand, Christ Church
Indonesia, Jakarta, Jawa Barat
Indonesia, Bali
Philippines, Manila
French Polynesia, BoraBora
Japan, Kyoto
Japan, Tokyo x2
Malaysia, Jahore Bahru
Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur
Thailand, Bangkok
Macau
Singapore
Hong Kong
China, Shanghai
China, Beijing
China, Guangzhou
Canada, Victoria
Canada, Vancouver
Canada, Banff
Canada, Jasper
Canada, Lake Louise
Canada, Medicine Hat
Canada, Calgary
Canada, Edmonton
Canada, Quebec City x2
Canada Montreal
Canada, Nova Scotia, Kentville
Canada, Nova Scotia, Baddeck, Cape Breton Island
Canada, Lunenburg
Canada, Digby
Canada, New Brunswick
Canada, Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island
Mexico, Cancun
Mexico, Monterrey
Mexico, Puerto Vallarta
Mexico, Mexico City
Mexico, Taxco
Mexico, Aculpulco
Mexico, Tres Vidas (where is it?)
Mexico, Cuernavaca
Mexico, Guadalajara
Mexico, San Angel ?
Mexico, Tampico
England, London x3
England, Southern England Petworth and Pulborough
England , Stanley, County Durham
Scotland, Edinburgh
Scotland, Tighnabruaich
Hungary, Budapest
Czechoslovakia, Prague
Austria, Vienna

The end.  My traveling days are over.
Thanks for tuning in…

10/25/2014

RECOLLECTIONS ABOUT GETTING OLD AND BEING PART OF HISTORY…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 5:52 pm

Some recent world events got me thinking about other world events that provided circumstances that involved Brit and me.  Well, not personally; more like observers.  We happened to be in the right place at the right time to experience history being made.

The disputed deal over democracy and tense talks in the 1980s led to today’s Hong Kong protests.  Brit and I were in Hong Kong when the agreement to return Hong Kong to China was signed by Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and the Chinese Premier whomever in ‘84. After a lot of testy talks, Thatcher abandoned her hopes of turning Hong Kong into a self-governing territory and accepted China’s claim of sovereignty.  I remember we stayed at the Peninsula Hotel and were out amongst the throngs at the time of the event.  We were all very uneasy about the prospect of losing Hong Kong to Chinese rule.

We were in Panama poking around when President Jimmy Carter was involved in the settlement of the Canal Zone debate.  I think it was in ’77, but I’m not sure.  I do remember that we were supposed to go to Panama City and they delayed our trip a few days because officials manning the gates were concerned about our safety.  They were expecting a lot of unrest among the locals, and I’m not sure how that story ended.  I just remember there being a press conference in Panama that spelled out the terms of the agreement which included the return of the  Canal to Panama and the right we had to defend the Canal’s neutrality.

Because of the delay, we spent more time in the San Blas Islands…and had one experience that was really pretty stupid.  We, along with maybe three or four other couples, took an old sailing vessel out to what seemed like the middle of the ocean where the head sailor person  put us on this little pile of sand…then sailed away.  This was a barren patch of sand about the size of the end zone of a football field.  It was like standing on water in the middle of the ocean, looking around and seeing nothing but water…and I suppose shark’s tails.  There was no land visible anywhere.  It was one of the few times I can remember Brit being really nervous.  Although he hadn’t missed the point of our abandonment, I had not yet realized that tides would soon cover all the sand and we’d be left for shark grazing. Us with three children at home.

Now back to the sail boat…it was a very old, sturdy boat sort of like an old-fashioned pirate ship.  I’m sure it had a better description.  The crew consisted of a free-spirited young man and woman and their darling five year old son…who wore  a cape…always wore the cape, they said.  They had set sail months before, when the son was a babe, in an endless voyage around the world.  They were wonderful people.  They picked up a little money now and then by taking people like us to deserted piles of sand in the middle of the ocean.  I think they were from England.  When that boat sailed away Brit and I wondered if it would ever return.   It did, several hours later.  I still wonder how we could have been so dumb as so many things could have happened.  I thought of all of them while we waited.  We assumed they were anchoring close by, but NOOOOO….they sailed off into the sunset.  We failed to ask the right questions.

My other historical/hysterical involvement was in the Bahamas.  Brit and I were there for a few days in 1973 when Bahamians achieved full independence within the Commonwealth of Nations.  I don’t have a very good recollection of the event but I remember Brit and I, Adele Goss, and another couple we met on the trip, and now I have no idea who they were, went out exploring the evening of the big signing event…and encountered a group of rough, belligerent Bahamians who were ready to take on any Anglos they saw.  We tried to be friendly and chatty and most of the group dissipated, after a seemingly endless amount of time, except for one lone drunk.  I’d recognize him today in a crowd, well that is if he hadn’t aged any in the meantime.  He was very drunk and insisted we celebrate with him by drinking out of his filthy pint bottle of whatever.  We were trying to refuse and still be polite, but it wasn’t working.  Then our companion lady said she was pregnant and couldn’t drink.  I quickly said I was too and, for some reason, that saved us and we wandered on as did he.

I guess if you live long enough, you somehow become a part of history.

Thanks for tuning in…

10/7/2014

PRECIOUS MOMENTS…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:56 am

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Ally and her dad…

3/17/2014

HAPPY ST. PAT’S DAY TO ALL…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton, Todd & Karen Britton — Peg Britton @ 7:26 am

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And…happy 30th wedding anniversary to Todd and Karen…

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Hugs to my main squeeze too as this would have been our 63rd wedding anniversary.

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It’s a good time to celebrate a special day…

11/22/2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRIT…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:22 pm

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Tomorrow would be Brit’s 88th birthday…

Happy birthday to my main squeeze…how very much you are missed.

11/11/2013

IN HONOR OF OUR VETERANS…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 10:56 am

As always, remembering World War I on this Veterans, Remembrance, and Armistice Day…

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

And, my relatives who served:  Theodore Jury, Civil War; Dr. John Bacon Britton, Civil War; Bruce H. Baker, WWI;  Samuel Tedlock WWI; Roy P. Britton WWII; Clarence Mullenix WWII; Bernadette Jury WWII, Marianne Jury WWII; Theodore Jury WWII and Korean War; Bruce H. Baker Jr.; Tyler James Britton.

2/17/2013

THINGS I LEARNED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM…

Filed under: prairie musings, friends, Roy P. Britton, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 1:36 pm

Over the past several days I’ve been sporting about Salina in a new Prius 5…blizzard white metallic (my favorite color for cars as it has flecks of all colors and reflects colors beautifully)….and I just love it.  It not only wraps around me with a spacious fit but gets 40 mpg, is quiet, electric, great leg room, comfortable, easy to get in and out………..perfect for me in every way.  If I were 10 years younger and needed a new car, I’d be camped out in the Toyota dealership parking lot waiting for my car to arrive.  I’d have to learn how to use all the fancy gadgets it has on it…the keyless entry, secret fingerprint and all.  I just love that car and I’m not easily enthralled with equipment that to me, is just used to get from point A to point  B. On a cold day, the interior is warm and cozy within minutes of start up.   If you see one of these out cruisin’, that’s me in the front seat waving as I pass by.

Ally and I have a tradition of having breakfast together on Sunday morning.  Actually, for many years she and her dad went for Sunday breakfast while I stayed home and watched Sunday morning TV.  Then there were just the two of us, so she and I continued the tradition and went to KCs most Sundays for breakfast.

Then I moved so the pattern was disrupted again.  Yesterday we decided we’d go to the north IHOP this morning to visit with our friend, Jamal, and have nutty whole grain pancakes that are worth a trek over hot charcoal to have placed in front of you.  They met our expectations and I even have some leftovers for breakfast tomorrow.

We had a good visit with Jamal and reminisced over the fantastic spread he and Ally had for my 75th birthday party in Ellsworth nearly 10 years ago.  That  was quite a party and I loved it.  We talked about the two of them making baklava for my 85th in June…but that’s a long way off .  Jamal and Ally together make the best Baklava.  It has a wonderful flavor of rose water without being sicky sweet.  It’s his family recipe from Lebanon and I’ve never had better.  Jamal is a great guy and it was good to touch base with him again this morning.

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Here’s Jamal in my kitchen…I wonder who has my wine dippers?  My good friend, the Crystal Queen, wanted me to dump my priceless, antique hand-carved wine dippers for some $12 ugly prints from Duckwall’s that she had a fancy for.  Can you imagine?

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My good friend, Lew McAtee, samples the fare.   Lorie Park of the then La Prairie created the floral arrangement.  As you can determine, she used every variety of weed found in our neck of the woods.   I miss her creativity and enthusiasm.  She contributed a lot to Ellsworth during the short period of time she was there.  I wonder where she is?  Ellsworth needs more retail establishments like hers to attract visitors.

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Mackenzie came all the way from DC for my party and surprised the heck out of me. She was working there as a summer intern for NAST or whatever that National Standards group is called.  Her dad kept the secret well.  What a happy occasion that was.

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Brit and I … having fun, as we usually always did.  That was a grand party and we both enjoyed it very much.

I don’t know who the next Pope will be, but I think the world would be a better place if they’d pick a liberal nun.

Tonight’s the Valentine Party at the Palace.  Good thing it’s past the real time for celebration as I don’t have a red party frock in my closet.  Come to think of it, I don’t have a standard short black cocktail dress either.  Or anything partyish.  I’ll go with one of my new shirts that my grandsons gave me and will be thrilled with the thought of their gifts. Ginny Frederick and I are going together.  Ally opted out.  These affairs, if they don’t involve Elvis impersonators, don’t take long.

Thanks for tuning in…

11/23/2012

ROY PORTER BRITTON NOV. 23, 1925 - NOV. 30, 2008

Filed under: prairie musings, Dane Britton, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 7:52 am

Today is my main squeeze’s birthday.  Turkey Day.  Turkey was about his least favorite dinner item in the world, but he loved all the trimmings.

I wonder what he would have thought about having a turkey that Ally raised from a small poult on her farm? I know he would be very proud of her success in  taking on this challenge. My guess is that he would have liked her free-range turkey better than the usual since those who have reported back after cooking one of Ally’s Heritage birds is that “it was the best turkey we ever had!”  But….turkey is turkey and he wasn’t fond of fowl in any form.

Happy Birthday, Brit… we miss you and Dane enormously.  Ally, Mackenzie, Ty and I will enjoy our last Thanksgiving dinner in my home today. We’re “shuttin’er” down on Wednesday as that’s moving day for me.  The rest of the family is absent ….Drew had dinner with my niece Andrea and her family in Denver; Tyler was invited to a friend’s house in Cincinnati, Todd and Karen basked in the Hawaiian sun over the holidays.

This is our beautiful Thanksgiving Day… bring on the turkey.

7/30/2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALLY….SHE’S 58 TODAY…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:32 am

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58 years ago was extremely hot, in the triple digits,  and we had NO air conditioning in our home on 8th Street.  I don’t think I have ever been so hot in my entire life.  The good thing was that delivery took about 10 minutes and we had a bundle of beauty and activity….and that continues.  Have a wonderful birthday, Ally…and many, many more.

7/29/2012

OLD SHEET MUSIC FOR THE PIANO, FLUTE, VIOLIN, ETC….

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 12:30 pm

I have a stack of old sheet music for the piano from the 30s that we inherited from Brit’s mom, Effie Britton.  I’m sure Brit and his sister, Virginia, spent a lot of time sitting on her piano bench practicing the latest piano exercise.  There is also old flute, violin and vocal music.

One book is titled “Unisonal Scales Chords and Rhythmic Studies for Military Bands as used by the U.S. Army Music School, Governors Island, NY.  It’s for the flute.  There is “Easiest Orchestra Collection” compiled by Rob Roy Perry dated 1932, for the flute.  “Five Songs for a Medium Voice” by Thurlow Lieurance dated 1907.

Does anyone have any idea if any of this is worth a hill of beans to collectors?  Any idea how I find out?  It’s all in good shape.  Slightly used.  It has been in a cabinet in the garage, forgotten,  for years.

Stay tuned…

4/17/2012

REMEMBERING…

Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 8:23 pm

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Tyler J. Britton, now an Air Force Staff Sergeant, and his “grandpa”, Roy P. Britton, U.S. Army Air Corps. This was taken in May 2008 during one of Tyler’s visits home.

3/17/2012

HAPPY ST. PADDY’S DAY TO ALL…

Filed under: prairie musings, Dane Britton, Roy P. Britton, Todd Britton — Peg Britton @ 10:07 am

Especially to Todd and Karen who are celebrating their 28th wedding anniversary this day…

To Brit and me who celebrated 57 wedding anniversaries together on this day…

And, we’re thinking of Dane who, sadly,  died on this date at age 56…

11/23/2011

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 10:08 am

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Brit would be 86 today.  He’s still very much with us.

7/2/2011

LIFE AROUND THE THERMOSTAT…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 4:50 pm

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I find this rather interesting.

I keep the temperature in my “living quarters” about 78 to 80 degrees in the summer when the outside temperatures are close to or in the triple digits.  Ringo and I are comfortable.  If need be, I can lower the temps to 75, or much lower. I don’t begin to use all the capacity to cool that is available to me.  That would be unconscionable since I am only one person plus Ringo.   I feel guilty using what power I do to keep from burning at the edges.

In the winter, I keep the same area at about 60 degrees when it’s bitter cold outside.  Cold I love.  I just add or remove  another layer of clothes to distress the power company.It is said the temperature of your house should be 10 degrees higher or lower than the temperature outside.  I’ve not the intestinal fortitude for that.  I cheat with that a little.

Brit, on the other hand, wore short-sleeved shirts in winter and liked the house temperature to be 80 degrees.  In summer, he’d play golf/work outside and when he came in, he liked it cooled down to about 60 degrees.

I think of him a lot…particularly as I recall us taking turns at adjusting the thermostat.  Despite our wide range of differences, and we were as different as night and day, we were in a  marriage that was made only for us, one we treasured.  He was one very special person to me and I to him.  Everyone in love is entitled to have the opportunity to marry and enjoy life together, just as we did, and figure out the thermostat controls as you go.

Don’t you agree?

Thanks for tuning in…

9/6/2010

OUR FORMER PLACE IN BRECKENRIDGE AT THE HEADWATERS OF THE BLUE RIVER…

Filed under: prairie musings, family, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 10:17 am

Long ago Brit and I built a “cabin” south of Breckenridge at the base of Hoosier pass, but still at an altitude of over 10,500 feet.  It seemed like a crazy thing to do at the time, but it was always his dream to have a place like that.  Not so much mine, but we did have many, many good times there with family and friends.  Mackenzie and I loved exploring the old mining towns, graveyards and remote “back roads” through the mountains while Brit enjoyed playing golf.  Ally lived in the house and worked in Breck for many years…twenty or so as I recall.  We were frequently on her doorstep. When she moved to Denver, she sold the house.  Many of her friends from those times still live and work in Breck.

Over the years, through Ally or any of our friends I could coerce into driving by and taking pictures, we’ve kept track of the place as best we could. The last good pictures we’ve had were taken by fellow blogger Linda  Hanney which showed many improvement to the cabin.

There were a few years when the place looked unkempt, a little neglected, but the last several years it has taken on a new life and is beautiful.  Even more beautiful than when we had it, according to Ally.

The decks have all been enlarged and the flue and chimney chase for the fireplace mysteriously disappeared. The chimney chase always was a problem with snow loads on the roof. The annual snow (it even snowed on the 4th of July) measured 400 inches a year and it took Ally all summer to get 10-12 or more cords of wood cut and split to keep from freezing.  There’s nothing worse than the panic of experiencing winter and knowing you don’t have enough firewood to last until enough snow clears that you can cut more. The Lopi is gone and the new owners wisely have installed a beautiful gas fireplace.

Yesterday, Ally and Drew drove by the place and found someone there.  Always before no one has been around so they’ve just viewed the place from the end of the long driveway. Ally said she and Drew went to the door and introduced themselves.  The new owners are simply wonderful, they said, and showed them all the improvements  they’ve made to the interior, decks and accessing the steep embankment down to the Blue River. Drew was a little guy the last time he was there, but he remembered the old elevator rope we had that helped the kids get down to the river.

They took a lot of pictures which the owners, who are from San Diego, said I could post.  They even know about “Aunt Gola’s” aspen tree she gave us that we planted by the front door.  It’s now as tall as the roof.  Ally and Drew left with  very warm, nostalgic  feelings about the place where we all shared some wonderful times.

Pictures will follow…

2/4/2010

WHITE STUFF IS FALLING AGAIN…

Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 8:54 am

Today I’m meeting three of my friends in Salina for lunch.  It became a birthday tradition, as so often happens, that we have a good visit over lunch.  That guarantees we see each other at least four times a year.  Ally is going too as she has a four-wheel drive vehicle, and, she has errands to run.  She loves our little group and has joined it too.  That evens out the ages so there are three of us over 80 and two over 50.  That works.

We’re eating at the Coop which is in that walkway between Santa Fe and 5th in the Stiefel block.  Shannon loves their veggie pizza and salad so that’s what’s on the menu since it’s her birthday.

It’s tax time and I’ve been busy for the second time doing something I know nothing about.  Brit always “did” our taxes.  Well, he didn’t “do” them…he gathered the information together so someone else could do them.   He’d groan and grumble for a few days while amassing papers then we’d drive to Salina and lay it in the hands of our tax man. It was always a relief to get rid of those special receipts and records we saved all year, but the anticipation of the news to follow made us edgy.  Now, things have gotten a lot simpler since I have no income beyond social security.  I’m still putting it in the hands of someone else to do, but I’m doing it locally.

Tyler called yesterday and it was if he were in the room with me.  The connection was excellent and we had a wonderful five minute call.  He’s limited to that as there is always a line of soldiers waiting to use the phone.  He said he loves what he’s doing, the food is very good and plentiful, he likes the people he works as they share a common goal and he’s happy.  You can’t beat that for military life. There is no public transportation so he and his team walk/run 8 to 10 miles a day to and from work and to other places on the base.  He has about an hour at night to either read or study.  Among others, I suggested he take a couple Ayn Rand books with him.  He’s reading The Fountainhead and loves it.  Atlas Shrugged is next on his list and he asked me if I’d send him his grandpa’s  copy of John Adams.  I opted for one on Ebay for $1.48 and it’s on its way.  He can’t keep anything clean since he’s surrounded by sand so books eventually just get torn up, he said.  Used books fit the bill just fine.

It looks like Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell might finally be on the way out.  Equal rights usually always prevail in time.  It’s just been too long for that and DOMA.  Time for change.
Time to move along and spend a good part of my day with close friends.  A little snow won’t interfere with that.  Ringo is anxious for a day of uninterrupted sleep.

Thanks for tuning in…

11/30/2009

ALLY AND RINGO HIT THE LINKS FOR BRIT…

Filed under: prairie musings, family, Tyler Britton USAF, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:09 pm

Brit spent more time on the golf course than anywhere else.  Or so I remember.  He loved golf more than anything…or so I remember.  Seriously, it was his passion and it made his life complete.  We honor that.

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Ally and Ringo had a very good day.

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This was one of Brit’s favorite golf holes.

Ally played a round of golf in memory of her dad this beautiful afternoon.  Ally was very much on her game after a year’s absence from the links with five over par.  Ringo  ran around in circles and spent some of the time riding with Ally.  He’s now “exhausticated”.

Tyler was going to play in San Antonio but it rained all day.  Drew and Todd were relocating Drew’s “stuff” in KC or they would have played too.

Memories of Brit are very much alive.

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Ally’s second shot landed left of the flag.

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Mr. Ringo.

Thanks for tuning in…

NATIONAL GIN AND TONIC TOAST DAY

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:56 am

Brit died a year ago today and Ally said it best on Facebook:

Today is National Gin and Tonic Toast Day! My best friend and dad will be gone a year today…where does time go? I plan on hitting some golf balls and having a gin a tonic, or two. Give dad a cheer…he’s buying! You’re missed immensely dad, but you’ll never be gone. RIP and go easy.
Yesterday was the day in 2004 that Dane had his first stroke. It was then I learned that it was not “if” he might have another, but when.  Much has transpired since then so it seems a very long time ago…each day lasted forever.

11/23/2009

HAPPY 84TH BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE…

Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 10:31 am

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Roy P. Britton

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