Saturday, December 28, 2019

HARDIN-SIMMONS UNIVERSITY A CAPPELLA CHOIR - 1955










HARDIN-SIMMONS UNIVERSITY A CAPPELLA CHOIR - 1955
                                  Dr. E. Euell Porter, Conductor

Beautiful Savior  (traditional closing)

"Fair are the meadows
 Fairer the woodlands
Robed in flowers of blooming spring...
  Jesus is fairer
Jesus is purer
  He makes the sorrowing
      spirit sing.

Beautiful Saviour
  Lord of the nations
Son of God and Son of Man,
  Truly I'd love Thee
Truly I'd serve Thee
Thou my soul's
    Glory, Joy and Crown...

Glory and honor,
   Praise,  adoration
Now and forevermore...
   Now and forevermore!
Be Thine."
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MAY OUR SPRITS SING JOYFULLY
 THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON...
     and FOREVERMORE...BECAUSE
       JESUS CAME.
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A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS  from
   Mil and Donna to all our friends!
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"Beautiful Savior:"

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

THINKING BACK...ON CHRISTMASES PAST


                  

   Thinking Back....on Christmases Past

by Billy Gilbreath, Guest Writer

Seems that tonight I am thinking of old
Days when waiting for the Christmas catalog
Containing the many brightly printed pages
Trains, Cars, puzzles, games, all designed for boys
Girl things, seems the pages were always more
Many dolls, miniature kitchens with real ovens
Don’t forget the inclusion of dress-up stuff. 

                         Christmas

With anticipation that final day at school
Letting out for Christmas and those times
Wondering who drew my name for this event
Hoping that I didn’t get a comb or yellow pencil
Times were hard as the old folks would say
Now realizing that the exchange gift may have
Been a great sacrifice for others in the family

                         Christmas

Home for a while and the searching begins
That tree in the woods, hoping the perfect shape
Not a blue spruce, or artificial but a real cedar
Decorating with ornaments from years past
Icicles, rope chain, red and green, maybe lights
Wishing and hoping they would all put forth light
Unlike today, toss and head to the nearest store

                         Christmas

General merchandise store, the five and dime
Now replaced by Amazon, Walmart, and the mall
Is that the smell of that famous cake baking?
The family traditional Yankee Layer Cake
A secret that remains and must remain, the recipe
Travel was limited but always to Papa and Grandma

                          Christmas

Now travel is simple as we look forward to the East
Seeing Son, Daughter, In-laws, (now family)  those
Little ones now grown, grandkids, and great  one
A contrast from Over the Hill and Through the Woods

                          Christmas

In spite of all the changes, observed in over 8 decades
The meaning of the Christmas Celebration, Joy, remains:
        “The Angel said to them, I bring you good news,
             Of great joy that will be for all the people.
    Today in the City of David, a Savior has been born, 
                   He Is Christ the Lord.”   
          Without Christ there is no Christmas    


                   Billy and Annalon    
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for MIL'S, December, 2019
Billy Gilbreath,  Hardin Simmons University, Class of '57                                                                                                                                           

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

FALL ON THE HIGH PLAINS




Photo by Betty Bynum

    

                  Fall on The High Plains
                      by Billy Gilbreath

The anxious moments of waiting are over 
Stepping outside in the early morning today
The fog reminded me of the poem now forgotten
Something to the effect that it arrives like kitty feet
Was  it yesterday that we endured  the temperature
The smell from the nearby feedlots was absent
Only the refreshing aroma of the clean air present
Reports from the   morning  farm and ranch news
Indicates the beginning of the harvest of the fields
Awaiting the end of the maturity and beginning
Replaced by the cotton sacks, the huge machines 
No longer the many migrants arriving for gathering
Ranchers seemed pleased because of the moisture
Needed to relieve the concern of a possible drought
The green winter grass replaces those large rolls
Those young offspring are in shape for winter

                             Fall 
Returning from the morning walk in the neighborhood
Looking up on the ledge of the entrance a surprise
Those little fellows, three fledges and parents
Decided that the time had arrived to move out
That long trip to points unknown still a mystery
Going there and yet knowing how to return

                    Fall has Arrived
Did I hear something of a familiar  honking sound
Yes, their built- in GPS gave them the right path
Seems that their home for a few short months
The playa ponds, the fields of plenty, the weather
The friendly people causes their yearly return

                           Fall is Here
The green color of the leaves is gradually changing
Acorns falling all around  pleasing to the squirrels
As they are hastily digging and burying for winter
Some say, the old-timers , indicates a severe winter

                           Enjoying Fall
Yet at the time of  expressing my feelings
Me wonders, the many mysteries of nature,
The turning of the planets, the migration of birds
The maturation of the acorns, the cotton bolls,
Even the three fledges of my nighttime observation
And the assurance that all are all in their places

                    Thanks to the Creator

                            For mysteries
“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;                     
Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part;                       
Then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. “
                            1 Corinthians 13:12

By Billy Gilbreath, guest writer
FOR MIL’S, 11/6/19


                            

THE MOST GLORIOUS COIN EVER MINTED

(Ole Ed, a long-time friend aged 80
came by last week, bringing his
little collection of Walking Liberty
fifty-cent coins. "I'm here as I promised
you," he said.)

These marvelous coins made my heart
beat faster...as when singing "The Star-
Spangled Banner," "America the Beautiful,"
"God Bless America," or "From the Halls
of Montezuma..,"

"I've got to get a photo," I said as we 
sipped on our Diet Pepsis and I 
handled each coin, over and over. "Who
knows their history? Something wore
'em down."

They were the coins of WWII. My 
childhood! The rewards of many hot
hours of mowing lawns, delivering
Ward's circulars, laundry work!

The barely-readable dates on each
coin told it all: 1937, 1939, 1941,1942,
1943, 1944, and 1945. A CCC boy
might  have spent that one in the
thirties; a Marine could have charged
the Tarawa beach carrying that one!

Eugene Sledge could have had that
one in his fatigues at Okinawa.

Why, that Walking Liberty 50 cent 
piece might have been my pay for
that hard lawn and trimming up there
on Thornton. Wasn't it de facto the
minimum wage of the day, if you were 
lucky? (No, some folks made only
20 cents an hour.)

No little kid of that time likely ever had
seven of those coins at once, jingling 
in his overalls. Maybe two...but
doubtful. One would buy a ten
cent movie ticket on Saturday afternoons
at the Lyceum, with ten cent popcorn--
and later a ham salad san over at Wool-
worth's @ 20 cents. Or a balsa wood
model P-51!

Ah, isn't it too bad that many "Americans"
don't have a clue as to what our country
has endured. It almost makes one weep.

But all should see and say:
     "Oh what a Glorious Coin!"

"May God Bless America,
    land that I love!"
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MIL

31 OCTOBER 2019

Saturday, October 19, 2019

OUR AWFUL TELEPHONE DILEMMA

("WHY DO WE NEED...and pay for both CELL PHONES 
AND A LAND LINE")


In WWII times in the 1940's, in our
hometown of Clovis, most people 
didn't have home phones...even at
$3.95 a month.

(It was strange then that people 
who did have telephones located them 
in their halls on little built-in shelves..)

When we moved to Albuquerque in
the 60's our phone cost us $6.95 a
month.

Sixty years ago or more, people did
not use phones much at all for long
distance family chit-chat calls. In those
times inter-family LD calls were mostly
for: (1) "Uncle Tom died," or (2) “We're
a comin' ya see ya!" LD calls cost extra.

Somewhere along the way...likely as 
people's incomes increased, telephones
became very desired...and acquired.

Cell phones came into importance big
time and the first several years, they
were latched onto as handy and semi-
necessities for wives-out-in-cars who
got stranded with car trouble.…and
such emergencies as that.

One time in the mid-nineties we were
headed out east of town into the 
Sandia Mountains for an important 
social, and 5 miles out on the freeway
east, our little excellent Dodge just
quit running and we coasted up under
a cross-over bridge in 94 degree 
heat. The car's timing chain was broken.

After some thirty minutes, two young
fellows across the big freeway, headed
into town on the opposite highway, saw
us over across the freeway, with  our
forlorn and helpless look. They came
running across the lanes carrying what
looked like an old-fashioned lunch box.

It was a portable telephone--one of the
earliest ones. They called a wrecker-guy
for us who delivered our car to a repair 
shop...and we got a ride home, missing
the party.

Several years later we got our first small
portable cell phone, with no camera—yet.
That was okay. I who had done professional
work for weddings, banquets, politicians,
rallies, once a Miss America event here--
was used to a Koni-Omega and a
Leica. 

A phone on a camera was the silliest 
thing I'd ever heard of. Ah, don't ever
be smug! Now, I think the cell camera
idea is brilliant....they take great photos 
and are handy. I use the camera more
than the phone itself.

We don't use our landline much. It
costs $58 a month. In fact it drives
us crazy with tele-marketer calls out
of Bangladesh, India, or everywhere.
We get at times 8 or 10 a day. We 
got new phones and tried to set them
to block calls...to no avail.

We face what we have heard friends
say: "We just up and cancelled our
land line. Our phone bills were obscene."

We'd do it in a minute but one of us 
keeps "their" phone almost fully
charged and the other...usually at 
10 %. I don't want to have to add 
another worry onto older folks
every night: "Er, do we have a 
phone tonight here in the BR and
is it charged?”

Also you've got to think of Uncle
Tom back in East Texas, Aunt Sally
out in Cal., your old college classmates,
doctors and dentists, and all the 
usual (forgotten-about-suspects from
olden times) who call every year or
so. They couldn't find you.

So even though our TV streaming,
WiFi, cable,  Mil's Place, landline,
cell phone, and such stuff may cost
us as much as we once made per
month, I guess we're not quite ready
to say "goodbye to all that," though
it seems most certainly a luxury.

A strange thing a number of people
have commented on: they have
noted that illegals, street people,
those who live in cars, immigrants-
on-the-road---all seem to have that
one necessity....their cell phones.
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MIL

19 OCTOBER 2019