I have a couple of things in common with the famous golfer Bobby Jones. He loved the game of golf. And all the challenges it presents to the human soul and the development of one’s character. Later in his life, he got the dreaded spinal cord disorder Syringomyelia, the same thing I have in my spine.
We have very few choices except having shunts or drains placed in the spinal cord to relieve pain from pressure building up in the spinal cord. We live our lives as best we can while nerves get destroyed from the inside. Bobby Jones lived to be 70 years old; I am currently 79. My golf ended forty years ago, but I get a lot of enjoyment out of watching it on television.
When the game first got started, it became a test of rules and a honor system. It has become a powerful tool for individuals to form and build precious character. It all comes down to choices you make the right choice or the wrong choice you become stronger or weaker in conscience.
“In 1948, Bobby Jones got diagnosed with Syringomyelia. It is a fluid-filled cavity in the spinal cord that causes crippling pain, then paralysis; he eventually got restricted to a wheelchair. He died in Atlanta on December 18, 1971, three days after converting to Catholicism. Jones was baptized on his deathbed by Monsignor John D. Stapleton, pastor of the Cathedral of Christ the King in Atlanta, and attended by the Jones family. He was buried in Atlanta’s historic Oakland Cemetery. Jones became inducted into the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1974.”
Thank you for sending me Tom Osen’s book, “Hang A White Dish Towel in the Window Tonight”.
My physical condition seems to be deteriorating at a more rapid pace. It seems to keep sliding faster down that slippery slope, lubricated excessively, back in my youth. In the past weeks, it colors my mental pictures badly.
I have been trying to find relief on large portions of “Chicken Soup for the Soul”. It seems to work wonders. I still have a problem when some thoughts try to creep in. I can’t seem to consume enough soup. I have even considered using a large soup ladle to take in its healing nourishment.
Tom Osen’s book has worked wonders for me. I may reread it but will send it back to you. It would be best if you kept that book in your collection.
The Lord indeed works in mysterious ways. You sent that book to me while I was in one of the worst lows I have encountered.
Thank you, and God bless you and your family.
God Does Bless. October 31, 2015, / Leland Olson Hoel
Yes, I do believe God grants blessings. We must understand that some get given, and some might not be a blessing. An unanswered prayer might even be a real blessing. When you see the little old lady at your forty-year class reunion, you remember asking God to help set you up with her. You sure are glad He overlooked that one. God always knows what is in our best interest when he receives our prayers. He probably checks out how humble our worldly attitude is as he makes his final decision.
Do you answer the standard greeting, how are you? “I am blessed.” If you do, you’re probably aware of God’s blessings in your life. We spend much of our time trying to sort out what benefits are and if they are from God. Many of the things that happen to us daily seem like blessings, because they make us feel good. We might take for granted our real benefits coming from God.
God is in the business of granting blessings. We have to trust Him with how we receive them. Satan also allows things to happen. He would have us think that some of those things that make us so happy are from God. Winning the lottery might seem like a great blessing. If it ruins your life after a binge of selfish, extravagant living, it surely is not a blessing from God.
It is God’s wish that people trust him with their daily lives. He has a life plan for each one of us. God gives us the freedom to choose how our life walk gets carried out. He is not a dictator who demands specific actions from us. It is his wish that we live lives according to his commandments. Living that life is an impossible task; our human nature usually finds us following the easy road.
When we trust God with our daily lives, he will bless us by showing us the way and giving us the strength we need. Our wants and our needs are always in conflict. Our desires usually cause us to go the wrong way. Our needs can become adjustable. When we finally trust that God will supply all of our needs, we are home free. We then start to recognize that the blessings we receive are from God, and we can be happy in all circumstances.
We live in a sinful world were traps and snares can easily catch us and lead us in the wrong direction. Problems of modern-day living can keep us from even thinking that there are such things as blessings. Each new day will have troubles of its own, only through trust in God’s help can those troubles be overcome. As long as we are in this world, we will continue to wonder about blessings. Being able to get out of bed to greet a new day can be a blessing. Good health is a genuine blessing. Be thankful for all your blessings every day, not just on turkey day.
Presidential speeches get taken seriously and remembered. It is the best form of communication between the leader of the highest office and the citizens. Presidential speeches are usually carefully drafted with help from advisors and sometimes speechwriters to deliver a clear, concise message.
The president’s Independence Day speech from Mount Rushmore left me in a low mood. I felt somewhat depressed afterward.
I have served in the United States Armed Forces and always considered myself to be a good citizen. The president’s speech left me feeling as if I might be a traitor to my country and my fellow citizens.
I am a Democrat and do not agree with all of his ideas but remain open to debate if this is still a democracy. The GOP leadership refused to work with Obama’s Administration for eight years.
Let us all hope his next executive order is not to send Democrats to re-education camps.
American Promise is a national, non-profit, non-partisan, grassroots organization that advocates for a 28th Amendment to the United States Constitution that would allow the U.S. Congress and states to set reasonable limits on campaign spending in U.S. Elections. Founded in 2016 by Jeff Clements, the former assistant attorney general of Massachusetts, and author of Corporations Are Not People: Reclaiming Democracy From Big Money and Global Corporations, American Promise advocates for campaign finance reform in the United States.
The Hamlin County history book that was printed in 1979 was a labor of love, done by many diligent, dedicated volunteers. When they had their work completed and ready to publish, they decided not to have it copyrighted. They wanted it to be available for future generations to enjoy and use to increase their knowledge of our ancestors. That was a very generous and worthy thing to do.
I don’t think they could foresee someone sharing this information with the world. When I post this on my blog site, ‘My Mixed Blog’ everyone in this world with a computer will have access to it. I have 250 followers of my blog in 80 countries around the globe. We have great tools in computers and cyberspace, I hope we don’t abuse how we use it.
There must have been a time in the past when school kids did not like the lunch programs. At most schools soon as noon arrived the front door burst open and everyone poured out as if a fire drill was in progress.
Many of them were heading downtown. We were very fortunate at Castlewood to have a good cook. Menne Aronson could take whatever the food service people delivered and turn it into a banquet. I was an active, growing, young Finlander and not a fussy eater, so loved and enjoyed all food but she was a cook from the old school.
Many of the Castlewood kids were on their way to Boswell’s drugstore at noon where they still had the old Soda Fountain. Boswell’s was famous for a cherry coke, chocolate, or whatever your heart desired.
The Castlewood school decided to enforce a dress code at one time. It seemed to be rather strict. We could thank Elvis for that! No jeans for girls, no shorts, boys needed a thick belt on their pants and not down on the hips. No whiskers or long hair. It wasn’t long before Terry Goldhorn came with a mustache and a super-thin belt on his low riding britches. I don’t think there were any repercussions.
Ida’s Cafe was a noon destination for some, but it was the place to gather after all school activities. Ida was like a second mother to many of the kids. Cupid ran wild at that place! Some noon time breaks got spent dancing in the gym. A few of the boys went to Bill’s Pool Hall on the west end of the main street.
One day Larry Langenfeld and I decided to smoke a Crooks rum-soaked cigar at Bill’s place. We ended up puffing away against a fast-moving clock instead of the leisurely smoke we planned on. Larry and I did find our way back to the school building, but all the afternoon classes seemed fuzzy. Another outing comes to mind Jerry or Larry Langenfeld got a couple of empty gallon jug from Ida’s Cafe. We got them filled with draft beer at Estelline. I don’t remember how that outing ended, that might be a good thing.
A lot of the Hayti group headed down to the Horseshoe to get a big bottle of Pepsi Cola with a bag of Planters Peanuts in it. It was a great place to listen to music and just hang around being cool or thinking you were. There was no bowling alley at that time. It was still the Burton Chevrolet building.
In my old age, I have come to realize our physical condition has a dramatic effect on our dreaming. Last night my unpredictable C-PAP machine had to be running well because I was in REM sleep and dreaming often. In my younger days, before my physical condition started to deteriorate, my dream patterns were different. I spent a lot of time dreaming about a sweet young thing who knew how to light my fire, without much kindling. There were plenty of sparks at times. In later years golf occupied my dream time. You might say golf was my second love.
One early golf dream was about my two brothers Corky and Harlan, and myself going to the state Junior Golf tournament. We all qualified to go but had no way to get there. Dr. Mickelson from Watertown drove us to Webster so we could play in the competition. That was a kind and generous gesture on his part.
One golf dream was about being stationed in Japan. I was the only enlisted man on our squadron golf team. I was the crew chief on a plane, so I had a close relationship with most of the pilots. They wanted me on the golf team because I was playing a good game of golf at that time. I used to dream about one tournament when I won first place in the first flight, with a sub-par round. That course had one par four that was 320 yards long. I got so pumped up over that round I drove the green but then went on to three-putt it. I was still sub-par on the last nine holes.
Another golf dream that appeared quite often was playing in Hawaii with my brother in law David Bowers. That was the most beautiful golf course I have ever played.
The last round of golf that I played was here on our local golf course at Lake Poinsett about thirty years ago with my son in law Phil Erickson. My balance was already getting bad at that time, so I could not play golf very well. I ended up in the sand trap on the last hole, when I blasted out of that sand the ball just about went into the hole to Phil’s surprise and my shock and amazement. My golf career ended with a good shot and somewhat of a happy note, the memories linger.
In recent years I’ve had the same golf dream repeated over and over. It’s on a course that I do not recognize, playing with three people I do not know. The golf must be abysmal because the shots don’t get remembered or recorded, but I do play a complete round with them. This morning when I woke up, I was still standing on the tee box, and the three golfers teed off, and we’re half-way down the fairway. They all stopped and looked back to see what I was doing. I just stood there and cannot describe my feelings at that time. I don’t feel I want to know the meaning of that dream.