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Filed under: prairie musings, Barack Obama, Mitt Romney, George Pyle — Peg Britton @ 5:22 pm

I’ve found George Pyle! George is my favorite newspaper writer and I’ve tried to follow him as he wandered the country.  It hasn’t been easy.  Under his leadership, the Salina Journal was my favorite read of the day.  Then I found him again in New York and followed him to Salt Lake City. And I lost him.

Yesterday a good friend in SLC sent me the following two articles from the Tribune…and there was George.  Hallelujah!

“George Pyle has been a newspaper writer in Kansas, Utah, Upstate New York, and now Utah again, for more than 30 years - most of it as an editorial writer and columnist. Now on his second tour of duty on The Salt Lake Tribune Editorial Board, he has also done a stretch as a talk radio host, published a book on the ongoing flaws of U.S.agricultural policy and, in 1998, was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Editorial Writing. His most active bookmarks are Andrew Sullivan, Christopher Hitchens and Tina Brown. And he still thinks the Internet can be used for intelligent conversation and uplifting ideas.”

Here are the two articles while keeping in mind Mitts Mormons  predominate Utah…

Obama has earned another term

Tribune endorsement (Barack Obama) goes viral … 

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Filed under: prairie musings, friends, Heritage turkeys/chickens, Ally Britton, Ringo — Peg Britton @ 5:17 pm


When you raise turkeys from tiny poults to 20# gobblers, you have to maintain a good sense of humor.  Turkeys are not the smartest critters in the world and they give most farmers good reason to avoid them; however, in an effort to preserve the breed, Frank Reese, the God Father of American poultry and owner of the Good Shepherd Turkey Ranch, has raised Heritage turkeys as long as he can remember.  Frank’s efforts caught on with Ally who decided to convert her 100 year old dairy farm into a turkey farm.

Ally started with about 500 poults and sent about 250 full grown turkeys to market.  She also has an additional 50 for prepare for customers who will come before Thanksgiving to pick up the dressed turkeys they have ordered for Thanksgiving dinners.  She has also sold a few to breeders.

The turkeys are free-range who have lived on a 100% mixed grain vegetarian diet developed over the years by Reese and purchased locally. Their diet is free of antibiotics and growth hormones.   For her first year in the business, she would feel good just to break even.  She may come close to that. Your patronage to purchase turkeys directly from her has helped her obtain that goal.


Ryon Carey, James Baker and Ally Britton push the turkeys into Al Vanek’s trailer.  Rich Connally is wisely looking on from outside the fence.  They loaded 2,010 pounds of turkey.


Several varieties of pampered, well-fed organic Heritage turkeys are waiting to be loaded onto the truck. They were saved from the coyotes, bob cats and other wild predators that are a constant concern.  Ally’s three dogs did a good job protecting the turkeys.  Ringo will soon join Haley, Sam and Maggie and learn the ropes of turkey guarding.


Ryon and James encourage reluctant turkeys into the trailer.  The turkeys were taken to Frank Reese’s turkey ranch to be a part of 4,000 turkeys that were loaded on semi-trailers to take to a processing plant.


Ally and Michelle Vanek discuss the operation.


Audrey Hankins, Michelle Vanek and Bev Connally stand by to offer assistance. It was a drop dead gorgeous day for all involved.


These are Frank Reese’s turkeys that Ally’s turkeys joined to be shipped to market.
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Filed under: prairie musings, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 12:59 pm



Filed under: prairie musings, Ally Britton, Ringo — Peg Britton @ 7:01 pm


Photo by Ally Britton

My  Ringo.  What a loveable puppy.  He posed for Ally when she said “cheese”  and offered a captivating smile and showed all his teeth.  He has a winning way about him.

He may be 12 years old but we’re not sure as he was adopted from the prison…from all the rest.  He has the heart of a puppy yet he’s unaware he’s the size of a small baby elephant.  Inside, he believes he’s still a puppy and climbs on laps asking for hugs and love from all who come to visit.

Ringo is invited to come visit me at the Palace on a lease, but he can’t spend the night.  I don’t imagine we’ll do that often as it will be hard on him.  I’ll just come here to visit him on the farm.

I’ll miss his night time companionship, the strange sounds he’s acquired over the years when he’s sleeping, and the protection he’s provided all these years.  He won’t understand why I’m not in the bed beside him but in no time at all he’ll get used to sleeping next to Ally.  And, he’ll be most happy on the farm frolicking with Hailey, Sam and Maggie…and assuming his position to keep guard over the turkeys.

I’m sure he’ll call me from time to time, just to chat.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Heritage turkeys/chickens, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 8:09 am


Ally Britton’s Prairie Dancer Heritage Turkey Farm Round up…Tuesday morning Oct. 30.



Filed under: prairie musings, friends — Peg Britton @ 8:29 am


Photo of an American Bald Eagle taken by Jim NovaK in Orlando FL.  The bird was perched on top of his neighbor’s house. This was sent to me by Roger Novak, Jim’s father.



Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Barack Obama, Drew Britton, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 12:10 pm


Grandson Drew Britton met President Barack Obama in Denver.  Drew, Senior Relationship Banker at Vectra Bank Colorado, drove a vehicle transporting personnel to the site of Obama’s speech. Look at that eye contact.

The motorcade drivers that safely transported all the supporting staff to the speaker’s site are pictured above.  Grandson Drew is third from the left, on the President’s right.


My grandson, Tyler Britton, met President Obama in Cleveland OH earlier this year.

Both of my grandsons have had the opportunity to meet and exchange a few words with President Barack Obama. None of this would have been possible without the help of a very generous and thoughtful friend, Sammy Finke.

Now, I would like to see my granddaughter Mackenzie Britton, who worked tirelessly for Obama before his last election, meet him too.  Then the grandma picture would be perfect.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Barack Obama, Drew Britton — Peg Britton @ 7:35 pm


Barack Obama speaking in Denver 10/24/12

Grandson, Drew Britton, was a driver in the Obama motorcade today in Denver.  He drove the CNN crew, friend and advance press member Samantha Finke and a secret service agent. What is ordinarily a 45 minute drive from Buckley Air Force base to the Denver park where Obama spoke took 15 minutes.  He said it was interesting to drive through Denver with traffic blocked and running red lights.

Once he arrived at the park, he heard a couple voices yelling his name.  He was confused as he didn’t think he knew anyone there.  He spotted Peggy and Anna Hand right away waving and calling his name.  Peggy told me yesterday that she and her daughter were going to be there so I asked them to be on the lookout for Drew.  I was sure they would never connect in the crowd, but they did.  They had good seats close to where the president would be arriving and knew Drew would be close by.  Lori Rathbun Kerr and her daughter Maddie were also there.  Ellsworth was well represented.


Air Force One, Buckley Air Force Base, CO
No matter what political party you favor, it’s an honor to shake the hand of the President of the United States.  Drew was able to do that and introduce himself.  He also had his picture taken with the President and the other drivers.  It was an important day for Drew.  More photos will come in a week or so.

Now both my grandsons are on an even keel as they have personally met the POTUS, with many thanks to Sammy Finke for those opportunities.  That never would have happened without her.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Heritage turkeys/chickens, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 9:54 am


Ally Britton’s message from her  Prairie Dancer Heritage Turkey Farm is that for those who want fresh turkeys for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas dinners, Saturday October 27th is the final day for ordering.  She has 30 orders and can only take a few more.  Turkeys come in all sizes (and colors), but it seems to me there are more smaller ones than large.  Ally will need phone numbers for everyone who has already ordered.  You will need to pick up your turkeys at her farm on Nov. 17 and 18.  Any turkeys not picked up by then will be frozen.  Her phone number is 785.472.7065.  Her reception is bad so persevere.

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Dawnae Bunch and Deneen Urbanek spent most of the day here packing sorting, trashing, purging and confiscating.  Maybe it’s because they are sisters, or that they just completed downsizing their parents house that they are so good at working as a team.  It was like one super human person with four hands.  They do know how to organize.   I can attest to the fact the two of them are the best ever at this work. They ought to go into business … seriously….and call it  D&D Diversified Services, Inc.

There just isn’t that much left to do but D&D Diversified Services said they would return and have another go at it. If they do, I think it’s conceivable I could move around the first of the month.

I have two rooms that need attention: the furnace/utility room (that won’t take long) and my kitchen.  And, I have a table full of memorabilia that needs a nostalgic look. How long should I keep Brit’s and my scout merit badges, I ask?  I do have some treasures from WWI to pass on to Tyler.  I knew they were somewhere, but they didn’t show up until today.

I have a lot of very old photos I need to organize in some fashion.  Will my grandchildren want large framed photos of their great-great-great grandparents?  Mackenzie accepted photos of her great-grandfather and her great-great grandparents who lived in Ellsworth. She knows their history and will enjoy sharing that information with others some day.

I have 7,000 33 mm slides of family and of Brit’s and my trips afar.  What to do with them.  Well, I know, but who has the time to do it?

Many, many thanks to Tyler who spent a week of his precious military leave to help me and provide the major effort and momentum to get my move off the ground.  Without his help, I’d still be stuck in neutral.

And, Todd and Karen have spent numerous hours, sorting and hauling things out of my house to store for others.

And, my friends Meredith Vargo and Cindy McAtee came one day and purged the shreds from my closet.

And, Ally who has hauled stuff home to store for her niece and nephews when they have homes of their own and want some of our treasures.

I can see the end.  If I have help for a few more hours now and then during the next two weeks,  I can call on my moving crew to hoist me and my “stuff” to Salina.

Today Dawnae found bottles of blue ribbon Chimay and champagne in my downstairs refrigerator.  I’m not at all interested in champagne but I have uncorked the Chimay and since Drew has already departed for Boulder, it’s all mine!

Thanks to my family and friends who have helped with this project…you are all remarkable to take on a task like this.

Everyone leaves with a cookbook.  I think Linda McCowan forgot hers today.  She must return and take two.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Ally Britton, Ringo — Peg Britton @ 5:45 pm

Ringo is a pretty savvy dog and has figured out that it isn’t just my housekeeping skills that have gone awry, but that something else is in the wind.  He roams around downstairs looking for the sofa he lies on when he knows he’s not supposed to.  It isn’t there.  It’s in the garage.

The living room is a royal mess with card tables full of “stuff” to pass on to others, stacks of tubs, boxes and boxes and boxes and he knows it hasn’t looked like this since he’s lived here.  The car isn’t in the garage (because it’s so clean after Tyler worked on it that I refuse to put dirty car shoes on the floor) so we go out “the front door” to find our car somewhere in the driveway for our daily outings.  That’s confusing to him.

He’s also keeping a sharp eye on me, always aware of where I am.  When I leave, he wants to go so I usually always take him.  “Before the Mess”, it didn’t matter all the much to him as I left him in charge and he rather enjoyed that and his solitude. Now he sleeps with a packed suitcase by his side just in case I make a quick exodus.

Farm life will be an adjustment for him, but he loves Ally and she is wonderful with her dogs, turkeys and other assorted life forms that frequent her farm.  He’ll adjust.  She has a special place where he can sleep next to her that will make the transition easier for him.  He’s a special dog and I will miss him enormously.  He can come see me…and I know he will…but he can’t spend the night.  He can meet and visit my friends.  I’m sure he will win the hearts of the Palace People.  He’s a special Ringo.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Ellsworth, EKCC — Peg Britton @ 12:51 pm

Ellsworth, Kansas has been awarded membership in to the Union Pacific’s Train Town USA Registry as part of the railroad’s year-long 150th anniversary celebration. Chamber officials received an official Train Town USA resolution signed by Union Pacific Chairman Jim Young, making Ellsworth an official part of Union Pacific’s 150th anniversary celebration across its 23-state network, according to Carol Kratzer, Executive Director Ellsworth-Kanopolis Area Chamber of Commerce.


Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Todd Britton, Todd & Karen Britton — Peg Britton @ 11:05 am


I’m convinced that the best packer in the world is Todd.  He’s moved his family so many times he has every technique down to a science.  There was a room full of furniture, paintings, and assorted delicate things going to Cincinnati and O’Fallon and I was sure he’d need a bigger truck.  He maintained all along that he’d have more than enough room, and that he did.

You can see the wrought iron frame of the marble top coffee table in the bed of the truck.  Heinrich Goedeke made the frame for us years ago to hold marble from the  CSB when it was first constructed. The heavy marble slab is carefully padded and packed standing next to the rear of the cab. Tyler’s great-grandpa’s office chair from the bank that was recovered in elephant hide is  shrink wrapped and on the right.  They are heading to Cincinnati.

My grandmother’s round table is shrink wrapped and on the left near the tin cans holding Christmas ornaments.  They going to Mackenzie. There are plastic tubs full of surprises for her too.

The back seat of Todd’s truck has the Elephants, the large LeRoy Neiman picture that is Mackenzie’s…plus a Charles Rogers oil, and assorted other paintings that will hang in O’Fallon from now on.  Tyler’s car that is being towed behind the truck is loaded with more paintings and delicate objects.  I’m delighted that so many of Brit’s and my treasures are staying with family.

Everything is out of my lower level with a few of exceptions: a credenza, the bedroom furniture and a filing cabinet.  Gone are the safe, large TV, snooker table, ranch oak desk, marble coffee table, slate table, chairs, chairs and chairs, sofa, etc.  It won’t take much to remove the remaining small items.  I’ll leave the bedroom furniture in case the house buyer might want it.  Otherwise, there are places for it.

When you walk through the front door you’ll find everything in disarray. Card tables are loaded with glassware and dishes for whomever or Mosaic.  I’m packing my things in tubs to take to the Palace and they are being stacked by the front door and wherever I can find room.  It appears I’m hoarding, but it’s quite the opposite.  I’m downsizing to minimalist standards and very happy for it.

Guess what was the first thing I packed?  My unabridged dictionary.  I just couldn’t part with it.  You never know when you might get stranded on a deserted island with only one book to read.

Ringo knows something serious is going on.  He sleeps with his packed suitcase by his bed.

The saga continues…

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This picture of my grandson, Tyler Britton,  and me was taken by Kim Fair, Marketing Director at Presbyterian Manor in Salina October 17th after I signed up to live there….forever.

I’m back to apartment living as I was in 1950 after graduating from KU and beginning a job with Edward Tanner Architects in Kansas City. This apartment at the Palace is different in that it will soon feel like home as it fits my needs perfectly which was not the case while living in the Ambassador Hotel apartment.  I’m looking forward to living in Salina, visiting with old friends and making new ones, but my heart will always be in Ellsworth.

My grandson, SSGT Tyler Britton, surprised me last Saturday night when he arrived after a full day’s drive from Cincinnati. In typical fashion, he didn’t alert us he was coming. He took a week’s leave to come home and help me move and that’s a monumental sacrifice for a serviceman with precious little vacation time.  What a help he has been.  I appreciate every minute of his presence.  After a week of his help, I can see that I will be able to rid myself of a lifetime of possessions and place them in other hands.  I feel really good about it since most of the family treasures are in the hands of family members.  Some things just had to be disposed of.

The plans that Tyler and I have for moving are starting to materialize.  Everything in the garage was disposed of.  A huge pick up load that was really dump material went to the county.  Another load went to Mosaic…which, by the way, has been a lifesaver.   They will have many more things go their way that they can use and sell.  Our books went to Ad Astra in Salina and the Ellsworth Correctional Facility.  Furniture has found its way into the homes of family and friends.  Today more things are going to be sorted and boxed for new locations…. mostly Mosaic.

Ryon came with a friend and equipment and along with Tyler’s help, managed to get the million pound safe out of the house and the large, heavy TV in Ryon’s truck.  They carried the sofa and desk to the garage and got the dang heavy barbeque grill off the deck and into the garage. Those were huge items to leave the house.

Tomorrow Tyler and Todd are driving back to Cincinnati with Todd’s truck packed to the brim and Tyler’s car towed behind, also packed to the headliner.  They will stop in O’Fallon to see Mackenzie and Ty for a short visit to drop off her things then they’ll continue to Cincinnati.

I’m really going to miss Tyler and his help.  He’s done so many other things for me while he has been here.  I wanted him to see where I will be living and meet some of my friends so we did that.  We had lunch at the Palace with my best buds Ivy, Shirley, Ginny and Micki.  He also went to see the doctor with me and helped enormously in making some important decisions that needed careful thought.  And, he’s about to give Ringo a bath, then back to more packing.

The house will be quiet tomorrow after he leaves, but Sunday morning, Dawnae and Deneen are arriving to help.  When it comes to sorting, organizing and purging, they are in their element.  I’m so appreciative of everyone’s help.

Now back to the bubble and shrink wrap….how would we manage without it?

Last night Drew arrived from Boulder for an overnight on his way to Kansas City.  We took time off for dinner at Pretty Boy Floyd’s…which was excellent…and I saw the grandson I’ve worked to the bone completely devour a 24 oz. Porterhouse steak and every smidgin’ of everything else they put in front of him.  Drew was a close second.  The rest of us had the chicken fried chicken special which was delicious and friendly to the check.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 11:42 am


Starting November first, this will be my new home.  I’m really, really, really looking forward to living here. You’ll find me on the 4th floor of the tall building or enjoying a walk around the path.

It has been determined, decided and finalized.  I’m committed to moving into apartment #402  at Presbyterian Manor in Salina.  Beginning the first of the month, I’ll have my own keys to my new digs on the 4th floor.  That’s exactly three weeks away and the compressed element of time is unsettling as I look around at all the “stuff” that surrounds me.  It’s always easier to say than do.  Friends tell me it will all get done in due time which I find reassuring as I presume that means they will be here to help. My interpretation of those comments may have a few flaws I’m overlooking; however, my good friend, Ryon, reinforced that belief as he is already on his way with a front end loader, back hoe and dump truck. He’s a true friend.

This is where I’m going to live (next picture) …on the opposite side of the building, looking right into the afternoon sun.  There are lots of windows (to make up for the shortage of space) that I’ll need to treat someway as I’m not a bright sunshine kind of girl.  I need some of those heavy blankets we encountered in Hungry that covered  doorways inside doorways.    I’ll have a good night time view of the city lights in town.

To give you a better perspective of my dilemma, my house has 4,256 square feet…about like the entire top floor of the building below.  My apartment has 750 square feet and I’m looking forward to living in a small place with less to take care of.  And, you know what?  I’m going to love it there and what I take with me and leave behind is only another chapter in my life.  It really isn’t important.


What I need right now is someone who will come clean my garage…put stuff to keep to one side and clean out and pitch the rest.  I figure I can leave my car outside for the time being as I load stuff in the garage. I would accept any volunteer help and if some strong men want to move furniture, it comes with pay.

This is where I have lived very happily for the past 35 years.  Walking into my house is like walking into a idyllic vacation spot in the Colorado Rockies except for the abundance of more interesting and diverse foliage one enjoys in Kansas.  The comments from friends who visit here for the first time are all similar….”Wow! This is just like being on vacation.”  That is true.


Front entry deck…


Lower level rear view showing patio, upper and lower decks, and tower.


Ground level on left and ground level on right showing the hot tub/plant room…

As soon as I am out of the house, Jessica Decker of REMAX will be showing the house and having open houses.  You can contact her if you like.  I’ll also be making posts to my blog so you can check back here for updates.  It’s a gorgeous house on three acres, in the city limits with lots of extras.  If you scroll back to Chapter 1 on this blog, you’ll find a plenitude of pictures, inside and out.  It’s for sale!

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Filed under: prairie musings, family — Peg Britton @ 6:57 am



Following the dearth of visitors from out-of-town during the heat of summer, the traffic has picked up very pleasantly in recent days.  Those who have found their way to my door include Kim, Julie, Kevin, Marci, WenDee, Joyce, Annette, Ann, Terry and Travis, just for openers. Maybe I’ve forgotten some, but I hope not.  I love to have people stop by and spend the night if they can.  I’m losing beds pretty fast around here so I think they are taking advantage of those that remain.  I couldn’t be happier.

I’ve had some humorous calls from friends complimenting “me” on Ally’s big screen debut with her turkeys on Hatteberg’s  People last night. I had nothing to do with it, of course, but my friends are teasing that I’m the Dina Lohan of Ellsworth, the starlet’s mother. Enormous thanks go to Marci Penner of the Kansas Sampler Foundation for the tip to Hatteberg about Ally’s Prairie Dancer Farm projects. Turkeys are a ton of work, particularly since they aren’t the smartest creatures on earth and with their insatiable appetites they eat an endless amount of grain. If anyone has left over watermelon, pumpkins, cantaloupe, garden fruits and veggies, etc., her turkeys love the variety they offer.  She meets herself coming and going to the Co-op for more food for them.  With her they do have a happy, care-free home on the range and she takes very good care of them.

Speaking of turkeys…Ally is selling some dressed turkeys locally to try to break even on her turkey business this first year. She could use help rounding up the turkeys and getting them crated to transport to Frank Reese’s farm. That just requires a broom and a lot of good humor.  Then she could use help in two others areas when she’s dressing about 50 to sell locally. She needs a “catch and kill” group and a “gut and pluck” group.  It’s amazing, but she is gathering volunteers who are willing to help. Those are true friends.

Grandchildren, Mackenzie and Drew, are having difficulty getting time off during the holidays.  It seems they just get Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day off and since they live in O’Fallon IL and Boulder CO respectively, it’s almost impossible to spend any time in Ellsworth without additional days off to travel. Tyler has more accrued time in his job in Cincinnati and is the only one who might be able to be here. At least it looks that way now.

It was time to change my oil and, fortunately, it coincided with the cold spell that always results in my tire air pressure light going on.  The Co-op cleans my car on the inside too when they change my oil which is a great selling point for me doing business with them.  When they return it to me later today, it will be ready to withstand the elements of winter, when that time arrives.  Right now it is a gorgeous fall day and one Ringo and I are enjoying immensely.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Heritage turkeys/chickens, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 8:10 am



Filed under: prairie musings, Kansas, GOP, Koch Brothers — Peg Britton @ 9:11 am

Kansas secretary of state faces recall effort
An activist group is collecting signatures to oust Republican Kris Kobach
By Jillian Rayfield

Kris Kobach, recently seen mulling a birther challenge to Obama’s ballot eligibility, is now facing a recall effort.

Activists Sonny Scroggins and Frank Smith are behind the effort, citing Kobach’s role in drafting the controversial immigration laws adopted in Arizona and Alabama as well as his push for voter ID in the state.

But Scroggins and Smith face a few obstacles to even getting a ballot measure. From John Celock of HuffPo:

While legal in Kansas, statewide recall elections are difficult to bring about. Under state law, Scroggins and Smith    will   first need to collect some 83,000 signatures (or 10 percent of the turnout in the 2010 secretary of state election) and show cause to recall Kobach, which will be reviewed by a state judge. A Kansas official can be recalled only for a felony conviction, misconduct, incompetence or failure to perform the duties of his or her office.

If a state judge accepts the petition, the recall effort will need to collect an additional 330,000 signatures (40 percent of the 2010 turnout) to actually get on the ballot. State law also requires recall organizers to obtain at least 100 Kansas residents eligible to vote to sponsor the recall petition.

“Kris has got all the money, got the Koch brother behind him, and he’s got Donald Trump, but we’ve got God on our side and we want everybody sitting at the table,” Scroggins told KMBZ News.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 8:35 am

Yesterday provided me an unexpected opportunity to have lunch with some of my friends at the “Palace” aka Presbyterian Manor in Salina. The experience was delightful, reassuring and reinforced its pull on me to move. It’s a good feeling to be doubt-free in my decision to move to Salina  even though it means leaving my beloved tree house and the best little town in Kansas, home to me for the last 60 years and home of my ancestors since the 1870s. One of these days, perhaps even today, the house will not be mine, but my family and the people who make this town a very special place on earth will still be here when I return to visit.

I figured there could be “situations” that might be deal breakers to curb my decision to move to the Palace. Many items  were on my plate to consider and weigh objectively.  I supposed there might be things not to like yet despite my efforts over the past five months at balancing all aspects of the move, I haven’t found even one. Even if I couldn’t find any negative aspects to the move, I thought my friends who live there would have found something by now they would like to change.  Not so. The food is even wonderful and dining there is first rate.  They all love the freedom the Palace offers and have no desire to return to their home maintenance, duty-filled lives again.

For the stage of life that I’m now in, I know I’ll be happy there. There is no way to bring back the old days, the family members who were once in it or have a second chance at life to correct mistakes.  Change oftentimes becomes necessary and can be a very good thing.  Making the decision for change on my own is the best way for me to retain independence, take on new challenges and surround myself with people who have a common understanding of life.  It will be nice to be surrounded by people who welcomed that change and made the decision on their own just as I have.  They create an atmosphere of contentment and satisfaction around them that is welcoming to me. I can sense it when I’m at the Palace.

There are those who want to remain in their homes to the end and die peacefully in bed, but they are rarely that lucky and others have to intercede and make life-changing decisions for them which leads to discontentment with their surroundings.  I don’t want to leave here screaming and kicking and being pulled out feet first.  I’ve never looked at life that way and I don’t want to start now.  Fortunately, my family couldn’t agree more with me and my move would be very difficult without their support. They are the greatest!

Slowly, too slowly, I’m getting rid of “stuff”.  My house has the appearance of being partially burgled last night with the burglars  intent on returning tonight to pick and choose another load.  And tomorrow for another.  There are vacant spots throughout, some walls are bare, some fully loaded, and my “decor” is riddled and looks like some deranged person lives here.  The typewriter table is next to the large screen TV, the worn out TV tables have a whole corner to themselves and the missing snooker table left a space large enough for a lap pool.  And, no one comes to visit without leaving with “something” and a cook book. It’s required.  Whenever I can get rid of everything except what I’m taking to the Palace, I’ll be leaving.  If my house is sold by then, so much the better.

It’s time for Ringo and me to vacate the house as “persons of interest” are coming to look around.

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