Saturday, August 01, 2015

A Morning Walk

God has his own humorous way of keeping us humble. Sometimes he does this, not in big ways, but in little ways, that stop and make us think.

For example, this morning I went for a walk. As I was walking on the sidewalk on Broadway St. an elderly woman (older than me) was walking out of her house. She was very small, about my mother's size, and somewhat frail looking.. "Buenos Dias!" she said with a smile. "Buenos Dias Senora!" I answered back.

I kept on walking, at a fairly good pace, and about ten minutes later I saw something yellow move past me and onto the street, just to the other side of the parked cars. It was the old woman. She was behind me the entire time but apparently I was going too slow for her. She decided to pass me up.

I picked up my pace just a bit but it didn't faze her, she looked at me and I had the feeling she felt bad for showing me up. She got back on the sidewalk and stayed about ten paces behind me. She stayed behind me for another five minutes or so before making a turn onto another street.

God bless that old woman for keeping it real and reminding me that my walk in life is not in competition with anyone else's walk. There will always be someone bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, younger (or older) or whatever, so walk or run at your own pace. You will get there.

This morning's walk was both humbling and inspirational, and yes, God does have a sense of humor God bless you and enjoy your day.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Kaya

Kaya


Meet the newest member of our family. Kaya a pure bred female German Shepherd born in Germany and brought to the United States as a pup. She is about 4-1/2 years old. She was living with a family that was no longer able to care for her. This dog is well behaved and loaded with personality. She has taken to us and we have taken to her. We all feel incredibly lucky to have her.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Happy Birthday Meranda!





Character.......


Years ago, my daughter Meranda, was working at Stuft Pizza as a waitress, she had just graduated high school and was saving money for one thing or another, as all young people do. She rode her bike every day to work. As time went by she accumulated about a $1000.00 -$1500.00 or so.
At the same time Jeri and I were looking to buying a house. I was paying off old debt and putting together the money for the down payment. She saw me struggling. One day she came up to me and hands me the money,

"Dad, I want you to use this money toward your down payment". 
"Honey, I can't take your money, you've worked hard for that money!"
"It's okay dad, i want to help you."

How do you forget moments like that? That's character. Words count but character leaves no doubt. More than anything, character counts!

Today my daughter is a single mother raising two daughters on her own. Do you think those kids can rely on their mom? They rely on her more than anyone in their lives. She is their moral compass.

My daughter has taken it on the chin more times than I can count. She's been hit harder than most. She has been knocked down a few times. She has always got back up. She shakes herself off and comes back swinging. There is no quit in her. There is no pound for pound ranking for moms but if there was, Meranda would be in the mix.

If you are lucky enough to be someone she loves and cares for, you should know that you have someone who has your back, no questions asked. We have her back and she has ours.

Happy Birthday to the little girl that made me a daddy! Your mom and I love you! God bless you!

Friday, April 24, 2015

Douglas Aircraft Company Commemorative Plate by Vernon Kilns

Douglas Aircraft Company Commemorative Plate

I bought this rare Douglas Aircraft Company commemorative plate today at an antique shop in Long Beach today. I almost missed out on buying it. I was reminded today of that old and oh, so true, saying - He who hesitates, loses.

My wife Jeri and I were out antique hunting yesterday when my wife spotted this plate and one other, both of them old Douglas Aircraft plates. I should have bought them right away but I thought to myself "No one will buy them and I'll get them next time I come back".

This morning my wife said "We better go get those plates before someone else buys them". I thought about it and said "Okay" but I was still confident that no one else was looking for Douglas plates.

We walked into the shop and I walked back to the section where the plates were hanging . When I turned the corner I was shocked, Yes Shocked, to find a man and woman squatting in front of the plates. The woman was holding one of the plates and she was telling the man some story about Douglas. I could see that they were going to get the plates. I turned around and started to walk away and then it hit me like a epiphany "Screw them" (I actually used another word but that is neither here nor there). I walked over, said "Excuse me" reached between them and grabbed the other plate that was still hanging. They gave me a funny look but I got the plate. They learned the same lesson today that I learned. He (or she) who hesitates.....

All in all, I feel like I really found a small piece of aviation history.


Douglas Aircraft Company Commemorative Plate


On the backside of the plate:

The First Twenty Years

It's a far cry from the Douglas “Cloudster” of 1920 to the B-19 super-bomber of 1940. It's founders had a vision of wings to come, and what they wrought in twenty drama-packed years has shaped the destiny of aviation and written new chapters in history. The military airplanes built for the United States Army were sent on an epochal globe-circling flight. Douglas airplanes brought new standards of safety, speed and comfort for the traveling public, and today Douglas Transport Airplanes serve 57 differernt countries, and in the United States carry the vast majority of all air passengers, airmail and express.

Designed for

DOUGLAS AIRCRAFT COMPANY, INC.

Santa Monica, California

By
VERNON KILNS
U.S.A.

Sold Exclusively By

HENSHEY'S

Santa Monica, Calif.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Maddie's 5th Grade Promotion Picture



My granddaughter Maddie doesn't get promoted to 6th grade until June but her pictures have already been passed out. I love this little girl beyond words. Proud of her!

Junior High School is now called Middle School. Back in the day Junior High began at 7th grade. Middle school begins at 6th grade. Nothing stays the same.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

A C-17 Globemaster III Fly By

C-17 Globemaster III C-17 Globemaster III C-17 Globemaster III

My daughter Lori Rowenhorst was in her backyard a couple of days ago when this C-17 Globemaster III passed over her house. She took these pics and sent them to me. What an awesome plane. There is a certain pride in all of us that have worked on it that will never leave us. I feel that way about all of the planes I have worked on but the C-17 is really something special! Thank you honey for sending them to me.

Monday, April 06, 2015

Hiding Places

Meranda 1979


This photo of my daughter Meranda is from some time in 1979. We were living in the first of three houses on Newlin Avenue at the time. When we talk about it we always refer to it as the "White House". I found the photo in a box last night. Just by coincidence, Meranda, Jeri and I were talking about that stove last night and then I find this picture.

That little girl in the picture had a habit of hiding things. It was a game with her. When the 15th of the month came around I would put the rent money on the counter, or a table or someplace, so I would be ready when the landlord came by to collect the rent. Almost invariably Meranda would take the money - when no one was looking - and hide it. Her favorite hiding place was somewhere in the stove. One of those doors was a storage area for pots and pans, and she would painstakingly hide the money between the pans. Sometimes she would hide the money in one of the kitchen cabinets. She had several hiding places. It drove me nuts! One time I couldn't find the money before the landlord came by. I know he thought I was making it up.

She did the same thing with my keys. As young as she was she knew what she was doing because she was laughing about it the entire time. Eventually we got wise to her but every once in a while we would forget.
She kept us on our toes. I wouldn't trade those memories for anything.