Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Wilson Snell

Wilson Snell 1958
With sadness we learn of anoher of our classmates passing.  Wilson Snell passed away Wednesday, November 18th at Sentara RMH Medical Center in Harrisonburg, VA.

Wilson Snell May 7, 1936 - November 18, 2015

Wilson M. Snell, 79, of Harrisonburg, passed away Wednesday, November 18, 2015 at Sentara RMH Medical Center.
Wilson was born in Charlotte, NC, on May 7, 1936, and was a son of the late Maude (Propst) and Wilson Cates Snell.
He retired from Dunham Bush in 2002 where he worked as a sales manager. He was a graduate of Belmont Abby College and had served in the National Guard during Vietnam.

On September 5, 1981, he was united in marriage to Pamela E. (Riefe) Snell, who survives.
Wilson is also survived by two daughters, Virginia Page Barth, Journie Cifelli and husband Rob; a son, Gordon Snell; three grandchildren, Jonathan Morgan Barth, Christopher and Anna Cates Cifelli.
A memorial service will be conducted 2PM Saturday, November 21, 2015 at Johnson Funeral Service in Bridgewater, with Pastor Tom Holden officiating. The family will receive friends following the service at the family home.

In lieu of flowers please donate to a charity of choice.
Online condolences may be sent to the family at www.johnsonfs.com.

Condolences may be made to his widow:
Mrs. Pamela Snell
1371 South Dogwood Dr.
Harrisonburg, VA 22801

By Ed Myers

Wilson's Boyhood Home
"get off and on" point for hobos visiting Charlotte because the trains regularly stopped there for whatever reason. It was a great spot for little boys to get a close up look at trains.

I use that word, "Study" very loosely. I've written here before how we "studied."  We spent all afternoon one day trying to discover the meaning of  "reasonable facsimile," so we could make a couple of a Ralston Cereal Box Tops to send in for a TOM MIX decoder ring. It took the entire afternoon, but I guess we finally made one or two, because a few weeks later we received the rings.

We both agreed to tally that up to 3 hours of "study." 

Wilson was always to first to be picked for our sandlot football games because he was the biggest kid in our neighborhood.  He was also chosen as our gang's boxing champion. I think he won most of his matches, but he would have won them all if we had been able to ever get him "mad" at his opponent.

But he never did.  I don't remember his ever "getting mad" at anyone.

By the time we got to Central, most of "our gang" had caught up, size wise, with Wilson so you probably don't remember him as being particularly "big."

But those of us who knew him well also knew of his "big heart."

Rest in Peace, Wilson.


Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Freedom Breakfast

By Obie Oakley

At the 20th annual Carolinas Freedom Foundation’s Freedom Breakfast, the
organization paid special tribute to the veterans of the Vietnam Era.  In partnership with
the Department of Defense, a ceremony was conducted over the Veterans Day weekend to present 50th Vietnam Anniversary Commemorative lapel pins to
those who served in
the military on active duty during that decade and to receive a heartfelt “Thank You”
from a grateful Nation.

The event was attended by over 500 community leaders and
elected officials from the Charlotte Area including NC Governor Pat McCrory.

Obie Oakley
The DoD realized that these men and women were never accorded the proper respect for their service to the Nation.  In fact, they were reviled and sometimes ridiculed but certainly never received the welcome home they so richly deserved.  To help make amends for this lack of sensitivity, a program was established to form partnerships throughout the country to extend this long overdue recognition.

As the Executive Director, Osborne (Obie) Oakley called to all in audience to all
who served in the military between 1955 and 1975 to come up to be recognized.  To the
amazement of everyone, over 70 veterans walked forward and filled not only the area in
front of the stage but the stage itself.  Foundation board members walked among those assembled to make individual presentations.

Oakley then extended on behalf of a grateful Nation its sincere
Gov. McCrory and Obie
Thank You.

Needless to say, it was an emotional moment that came 50 years later than it should


And a big salute from CHS54 goes out to Obie for all the work he does for our men in uniform!
Obie said that the Freedom Breakfast was not the only event in a very emotonal morning.....

"... we also honored an 8 year old kid from Ohio who found $20 in a Cracker Barrel parking lot and gave it away to a man in uniform to help other Gold Star kids.  The story went viral (Steve Hartman CBS on the road) and resulted in the collecting of over $250,000.  We also honored the local chapter of Purple Heart veterans.. Downside of the weekend...had to cancel the Salute to Veterans Parade.  Very heavy rains.  Too bad for we always have around 2,000 marchers participating."


Friday, November 20, 2015

A Thanksgiving Remembrance

By Maxcyne Mott Yaworsky

     Every year, as Thanksgiving approaches, and I am happily preparing for the celebration that I will share with my children and grandchildren, the memory returns to me of the first Thanksgiving that I celebrated in Canada as a young bride. Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving the first Monday of October, and it was the first year of my marriage to Ray.

     We arrived early at Ray's parents' home in Windsor Ontario, for the dinner that was to be served at two o'clock. We whiled away the time, sitting on the sofa in the living room, perusing some family photo albums.The doorbell rang. Tato  (Ukrainian word for father) appeared, neatly dressed in white dress shirt, dress trousers, a customary bow tie at his throat, to answer the door.  His voice rose in cheerful greetings and he reappeared in the far end of the living room, escorting a smallish, darkly dressed and slightly bent figure of a man who immedately settled himself in a straight backed chair in the far corner.  There being no other seating close by, Tato  remained standing, and began to slowly pace back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back, all the while maintaining a steady conversation, The man seated in the chair made no audible responses, and I realized with some amusement, that my father- in- law was answering his own questions of polite inquiry. After several stretches  of silence, Tato  stepped to the entrance of the dining room and I heard him call " Kazha, Kazha, proshue wodka!" He resumed his pacing and one- sided conversation.

The Elder Yaworskys
     Moments later my mother- in- law appeared, her five foot, two hundred pound body drawn up in its most regal bearing. She presented two small glasses of vodka  upon a silver tray to her husband and their guest..There ensued slight bows among the three as the gentlemen quaffed their drinks of vodka and  Mama murmured soft words of greetings in Ukrainian. Our mystery guest then reached into the pocket of his coat and withdrew an object which he presented to Mama. I watched in wonder as she raised it to the light above, turned it this way and that, examining it as if she were examining each facet of a precious jewel. She "cooed" small exclamations of surprise and appreciation. The gift that she held in her hand was a pear!  A single perfect golden ripe pear! I sat in mute curiosity, absorbing the unusual scene before me. Soon the quiet dark figure departed as suddenly as he had appeared, Mama  returned to her kitchen, and Tato resumed his pacing.

     Ray's three sisters, dressed in Sunday best, descended the stairs from above, noisily chattering among themselves.  Brother Walter arrived to complete our gathering.  We entered the dining room to be greeted by the sight of an overburdened table, covered with platters of turkey, pyrohy (potato filled dumplings), holubtsi (stuffed cabbage rolls), homemade bread, pickles, beets, an endless array of Mama's special offerings. A feast fit for a king!  With prayers of Thanksgiving having been said, blessings bestowed upon the meal performed, I raised my head to survey the bounty before me.  There among the dishes filled to overflowing, my eyes lit upon a small silver tray, upon which sat a single, ripe, golden pear!

     Surrounded by the cheerful voices of my new family, a silence filled my heart as I realized how precious was the moment I had witnessed the gift so humbly given, so  graciously received.

I received the greatest gift. A never to be forgotten Thanksgiving.


May your Thanksgiving be one to remember May the coming holidays be filled with great blessings.

Beautiful!  Thanks Maxcyne!  -Ed


With so much bad news in the world this week...

This "Good News" email from Don and Letty Nance was very welcome !

 On Sunday, November 15th I had the honor of baptizing my grandson, Tristan Alexander Allbright at First Presbyterian Church , Burlington, N.C. Meet the Nance family from left to right: Letty, Don, Roth with Tristan, Emily ( Nathan’s wife) Nathan, Sam, Stefanie, Tommy, Ronda, Donnie, Charlotte, Patrick, Asher, and Jackson. Kim (Patrick’s wife ) is not in the picture.  -Don

I'd love to post more Wildcat snapshots...to brighten up these dark days of November. So make this old webmaster happy, happy....And as we used to say in radio.....send them in.......DO IT TODAY!  Or tomorrow.



Monday, November 16, 2015

Monday Morning Smile

A Nice way to start a Monday morning.
This is from a Chinese TV show....the kids are 10 and 7 years old.



Sunday, November 08, 2015

November's LDL TODAY!

"The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold...."

This month's "LDL" (Let's do lunch) will be held on
Tuesday, November 10, 2015, 11:30 AM
at "Jimmie's" Restaurant in Mint Hill.
We're sending you this personal invitation to join in.  We'd like to see you.  Help us spread the word! Invite other classmates to come! Even better, bring someone with you! Just be sure YOU COME!              

-Jerry G.

Monday, November 02, 2015

Warren Sparrow's WEAKLY READER #3

                      The Weakly Reader

Vol. I, No. 3
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
2 November 2015

Welcome to the third edition of The Weakly Reader, a publication dedicated to the enjoyment of all souls who spend too much time looking in their rear-view mirrors.  It is the mission of this publication to encourage its readers to keep their eyes on the road ahead and have a good time doing it.  Each of us has experienced a “defining moment.”  The following story is about one of them.

                                           Blue Skies

USS Wasp
Five years after my Darlington adventure, I was enjoying a “new life.”  On a perfect August afternoon in 1959 I was relaxing in the officers’ dining room (wardroom) of the aircraft carrier Wasp as she sailed in a calm ocean 200 miles off the New England coast.  I was 23, happily away from the anxieties caused by my spotty academic performance during my four years at Duke.  What could be finer than sipping coffee from a China cup perched on a China 

saucer?  The dark clouds of recurring hydraulics tests were gone for good.  There was “nothing but blue skies from now on."

In a flash everything changed.  I was talking with one of the officers on the admiral’s staff when we heard an unusual noise, a fairly loud, short  whir followed by a sharp bang.  Within a few seconds we heard the ship-wide announcement:  “Fire! Fire in Hanger Bay One.”  

At first we were not concerned.  Fires aboard ship while not routine do happen from time to time.  We kept sipping.  The fire was not our problem.  Neither of us was assigned a damage-control station.  Our duty was simple:  Stay out of the way.  

Mind you the wardroom was a fairly plush place.  In those days it was one of the few air-conditioned spaces on the ship.  The long tables were covered with white linen.  The China was 

fancy.  So was the silver.  It was a sanctuary for the ship’s officers.  The wardroom was directly below Hanger Bay One.

                                           Big Trouble

The first sign of big trouble came when one of the wardroom doors
Fire on USS WASP  August 1959

opened and several dungaree-clad sailors rushed from one side of the room and out another.  A thin cloud of smoke came through the door.   I recognized those men.  They worked for me.  If they were trying to get away from something, it was time for me to do the same.  So I left the wardroom and headed toward the rear of the ship, trying to put as much space as possible between me and the smoke.  

Back I went, stepping through many hatches until I felt comfortable about going up to the flight deck.  I climbed the ladders (stairs) and made it “topside” near the rear of the ship.  Arriving on the flight deck I looked forward and saw black smoke billowing from both sides of the ship.  Sailors were running toward the front of the ship.  A few staggered toward me, their eyes red and their faces black.

Looking toward the bow of the ship I could see two of our escort destroyers, one on each side of the Wasp. acting as fire-boats pumping water at Hanger Bay One.  These two ships were 
at great risk, especially the one on the port (left) side.  This destroyer was so close to the Wasp that the aircraft carrier’s protruding angle deck would have crushed the smaller ship had either the Wasp sped up or had the destroyer  slowed down.  

                                      No Chance

This  was one of the Navy’s “finest hours” though I did not realize it until later.  The fire began when the helicopter squadron maintenance officer  started the engine on one of the helicopters during a routine check in Hanger Bay One.  The “whir” we heard in the wardroom was the engine over-speeding (the rotor blades were not engaged) .  The “bang” was the explosion of the engine.  The maintenance officer who was at the controls was killed and so was 
a sailor who was holding a fire extinguisher at the front of the helicopter.  The start-up routine always required that there be someone with a fire extinguisher in a position to put out any engine fire.  In this instance the engine immediately exploded.  The safety man had no chance.    

When the engine exploded the helicopter caught fire.  In 1959 helicopters were made of magnesium.    For those of you who are familiar with magnesium fires you know they are extremely hot and aggressive.  Water will not put out a magnesium fire.  Magnesium tends to burn brighter when doused with water.  

The men who fought the fire in Hanger Bay One used everything at hand, including the ship’s sprinkler system to fight the fire.  The best weapon was foam, not water.  Water would cool the surrounding area but it would not put out a magnesium fire.

                                 Fire Spreading

In a matter of minutes Hanger Bay One was an inferno, the fire spreading across the oil slick deck from one helicopter to another.  Undaunted, the Wasp crew kept fighting.  There were other dangers, too.  First, the ship’s aviation fuel was dispensed from a station in Hanger Bay One.  Wasp carried a quarter-million gallons everywhere she went.  Second, there were many, many tons of explosives stored below decks.  

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, I looked over the side of the ship and reminded myself it was 50 feet from the flight deck to the water.  The ocean was calm and the there were ships around us.  If worse came to worst, I could jump.  The water would not be too cold.  It would not take long to be rescued.  

                                    Bathrobe and Pajamas

Smoke continued to pour from both sides of the forward section of the Wasp.  The smoke had lessened a bit as I watched from the relative safety of the rear of the flight deck.   The two destroyers maintained their stations and kept pouring water onto the Wasp.  In about an hour the fire was under control.  The following morning we pulled into Quonset Point, Rhode Island, where we off-loaded our most sensitive weapons.  I remember the officer whose duty it was to oversee such things.  He was wearing a bathrobe and pajamas.  

Fire under control
Later we learned that more than 20 men had been burned fighting the fire.  The only two fatalities were those killed as a result of the initial explosion.  In a scene reminiscent of World War II,  the Wasp crew pushed seven burned-out helicopters over the side.  Hanger Bay One was a wreck but its armored deck was undamaged.  It had done what it was designed to do:  Save the ship from catastrophic damage.  The aviation gasoline did not ignite.  The system’s lines were purged appropriately, another lesson learned from World War II.  The damage was confined to Hanger Bay One and a few spaces surrounding it.  

It may be said that August 18, 1959 was one of the most significant days of my life.  It was on that day that I learned the importance of team work, the importance of pulling together, even though I was not truly part of the “team.”  That day marked the end of segregation as I had lived it during my first 23 years.   

* * * *

The Weakly Reader

Warren Sparrow, Editor and Publisher

1117 West Fourth Street

Winston-Salem, NC 27101

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

"America in your pocket."

That's the Reader's Digest slogan.

I've often though that someone ought to start a Reader's Digest....of the Internet.  

As far as I know, no one has...so I will.


Amidst all the spam on the Internet, there are some truly GREAT posts!  Some of the best ones are forwarded to me from thoughtful classmates, who probably wonder why I don't post them on the CHS554 website.....

Good question.

Answer: Often, they take up too much room, i.e., too many bits, bites, mega bites, and motorcycles or whatever, for this bargain basement website to handle.

HOWEVER, it can easily handle "LINKS."

So.....I'm going to start a new feature called ...."Lurkers Digest"...which will be a link or two of "gems" that appear in my email....that perhaps you haven't seen.  I'll put these at the bottom of our regular articles from time to time....for you to either read or ignore.

This is not a "link," but it's so good that I am posting it in its entirety.... Bob Ellis sent me a reminder of an event that happened 73 years ago:

T HE F INAL T OAST ! They bombed Tokyo 73 years ago.
They once were among the most universally admired and revered men in the United States .. There were 80 of the Raiders in April 1942, when they carried out one of the most courageous and heart-stirring military operations in this nation's history. The mere mention of their unit's name, in those years, would bring tears to the eyes of grateful Americans. 
Now only four survive.

After Japan's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, with the United States reeling and wounded, something dramatic was needed to turn the war effort around.

Even though there were no friendly airfields close enough to Japan for the United States to launch a retaliation, a daring plan was devised. Sixteen B-25s were modified so that they could take off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. This had never before been tried -- sending such bi g, heavy bombers from a carrier.


The 16 five-man crews, under the command of Lt. Col. James Doolittle, who himself flew the lead plane off the USS Hornet, knew that they would not be able to return to the carrier. They would have to hit Japan and then hope to make it to China for a safe landing.

But on the day of the raid, the Japanese military caught wind of the plan. The Raiders were told that they would have to take off from much farther out in the Pacific Ocean than they had counted on. They were told that because of this they would not have enough fuel to make it to safety. 
And those men went anyway.

They bombed Tokyo and then flew as far as they could. Four planes crash-landed; 11 more crews bailed out, and three of the Raiders died. Eight more were captured; three were executed.

Another died of starvation in a Japanese prison camp. One crew made it to Russia.





The Doolittle Raiders sent a message from the United States to its enemies, and to the rest of the world: We will fight. And, no matter what it takes, we will win.

Of the 80 Raiders, 62 survived the war. They were celebrated as national heroes, models of bravery. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced a motion picture based on the raid; "Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo," starring Spencer Tracy and Van Johnson, was a patriotic and emotional box-office hit, and the phrase became part of the national lexicon. In the movie-theater previews for the film, MGM proclaimed that it was presenting the story "with supreme pride."


Beginning in 1946, the surviving Raiders have held a reunion each April, to commemorate the mission. The reunion is in a different city each year. In 1959, the city of Tucson, Arizona, as a gesture of respect and gratitude, presented the Doolittle Raiders with a set of 80 silver goblets. Each goblet was engraved with the name of a Raider.


Every year, a wooden display case bearing all 80 goblets is transported to the reunion city. Each time a Raider passes away, his goblet is turned upside down in the case at the next reunion, as his old friends bear solemn witness.

Al so in the wooden case is a bottle of 1896 Hennessy Very Special cognac. The year is not happenstance: 1896 was when Jimmy Doolittle was born.

There has always been a plan: When there are only two surviving Raiders, they would open the bottle, at last drink from it, and toast their comrades who preceded them in death.

As 2013 began, there were five living Raiders; then, in February, Tom Griffin passed away at age 96.

What a man he was. After bailing out of his plane over a mountainous Chinese forest after the Tokyo raid, he became ill with malaria, and almost died. When he recovered, he was sent to Europe to fly more combat missions. He was shot down, captured, and spent 22 months in a German prisoner of war camp.

The selflessness of these men, the sheer guts ... there was a passage in the Cincinnati Enquirer obituary for Mr. Griffin that, on the surface, had nothing to do with the war, but that was emblematic of the depth of his sense of duty and devotion:

"When his wife became ill and needed to go into a nursing home, he visited her every day. He walked from his house to the nursing home, fed his wife and at the end of the day brought home her clothes. At night, he washed and ironed her clothes. Then he walked them up to her room the next morning. He did that for three years until her death in 2005."

So now, out of the original 80, only four Raiders remain: Dick Cole (Doolittle's co-pilot on the Tokyo raid), Robert Hite, Edward Saylor and David Thatcher. All are in their 90s. They have decided that there are too few of them for the public reunions to continue.

The events in Fort Walton Beach marked the end. It has come full circle; Florida's nearby Eglin Field was where the Raiders trained in secrecy for the Tokyo mission. The town planned to do all it can to honor the men: a six-day celebration of their valor, including luncheons, a dinner and a parade.

Do the men ever wonder if those of us for whom they helped save the country have tended to it in a way that is worthy of their sacrifice? They don't talk about that, at least not around other people. But if you find yourself near Fort Walton Beach this week, and if you should encounter any of the Raiders, you might want to offer them a word of thanks. I can tell you from first hand observation that they appreciate hearing that they are remembered.

The men have decided that after this final public reunion they will wait until a later date -- sometime this year -- to get together once more, informally and in absolute privacy. That is when they will open the bottle of brandy. The years are flowing by too swiftly now; they are not going to wait until there are only two of them.

They will fill the four remaining upturned goblets. And raise them in a toast to those who are gone.

Their 70th Anniversary Photo 

Meanwhile, send me anything you consider "worthwhile" that happens to show up in your email.



Lurker's Digest

Italian School Lunch

Best Police Pursuit Ever

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Ed Walker RIP

Thanks for your prayers, but my friend Ed Walker passed away early Monday Morning.
He was 83.

I reached back into the files and came up with this interview I had with Ed in 2006...
It's an entertaining, and inspirational story of a man who overcame a great handicap....with equally great humor. It's about 25 minutes in length.


Ed Walker - Out of the Past - 2006 from Chuck Langdon on Vimeo.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Obwandiyag Would be Proud

Got this email from Don Nance the other day:

Walt, The car is coming along. Donnie and Tommy put the brakes on the car, and were driving it yesterday. Don

"Coming along?"  What an understatement!

1952 Poniac Chieftain by Donnie and Tommy Nance

Look at the progress Dons' sons have made on that 1952 "piece of junk" he picked up about 20 years ago for two or three dollars. 
A car  restored that well, could easily sell for over $50,000!

It originally was a 1952 Pontiac Chieftain...just like my Dad's car that Don and I drove around trying to look like "big shots" thinking we were impressing the girls.  (We weren't.) 

But we sure had fun thinking big.

I can't wait to see it in person!

But I don't think it can possibly be more authentic...just like that Pontiac of old....unless I open it up, get in...and the radio is tuned to Kilgo's Korner....and there's a little sticker on the bottom right of the back window........like this....

Now, about that "Walt"  name thing,  on the first day of our 5th grade, the teacher called the role and happened to call me by my first name, which is Walter. I corrected her later, but Don liked that name better than Ed....so......in retaliation, I started calling him by the name of a cartoon character named "Rosco"....so, 70 years later.....
Chieftain Hood Ornament

And speaking of names, Obwandiyag is the 
name of the Indian whose likeness rode on the hood of those Pontiac Chieftain's.

Oh, he also had a nickname;



Friday, October 23, 2015

Sad News for a "Joy Boy"

It never crossed my mind that I would be adding to our Prayer List 

so soon, but a dear friend of mine up here in the Washington area 
got this bad news only a couple of days ago:

"The latest news is not good.  The doctors have told Ed that the mass they discovered in his bladder is cancer and not operable."

Ed Walker is his name and those of you outside this part of the 

country probably don't know him, but he's very well known 
Ed Walker
here...rather famous in fact
having been in radio...maybe 
even longer than I was...65 or 
perhaps even 70 years.
A few years ago he was 
inducted into the RADIO 
HALL of FAME...along with 
his partner for  
many years, Willard Scott...of NBC Weatherman Fame. 

The two of them did a very popular local show up here in the

50's and 60's that local people still talk about!
They called themselves THE JOY BOYS....
and made up little skits, almost on the spot, four or five times a 
night on their 5 days a week un-rehearsed DJ show:

The Lone Arranger

Betty Crockett

If you have the time, (it's about 6 minutes long) I believe you'll enjoy 

this video of Ed and Willard's final JOY
BOYS show in 1972.  It's an inside look at a
local radio program in progress.


Joy Boys Final Show  (Click on LINK at right)
Video of Final Joy Boys show at WRC Radio, 

Washington, DC

Ed and Willard met in college and have been the closest of friends ever since.

Ed was born blind.and 
told me once that according to his Mother,
his first spoken word was......"Radio."

Pray real hard for him!


An Oldie, But Goody

From the "grooveyard" of past hits....Here is LDL 13.....(it's up to you to figure out what the date is that this video was taken...my math skills, which were never any good, have only gotten worse.)
However, not a day has gone by since 1954...when I needed to use algebra.

The only truly sad aspect of this happy past occasion is the fact that so many of our friends in this video are no longer with us.


P.S.    Math Wizzard Jerry G. got out his calculator and came up with the date that this LDL was recorded:

"LDL"13 was held on 10/13/09.-JG

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Prayer List

Bob Ellis mentioned something to me that I had completely forgotten about:  The prayer list!
It used to be a feature on our CHS54 website...and from all the reports I received, a very effective one.

Personally, I would never be mentioned in a conversation about good examples of organized religion followers, but Christian Spirituality has always been a part of my life.

Our small class produced  more than its share of very fine preachers, whose names I won't mention here because sure as I'm sitting here, I'll forget someone...and cuss at myself for days!

And that ain't very "spiritual."

I went on the Internet to look for some advice regarding the proper way to  post a prayer list online, but there was nothing very helpful there.  Most of it was about the different ways of praying....such as:

Never pray for justice, because you might get some.” 
― Margaret AtwoodCat's Eye

He who kneels the most, stands the best.” 
― D.L. Moody

The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second.”
Jodi PicoultSing You Home

I guarantee you that after you die you will not say 'I spent too much time praying; I wish I had watched more TV instead.”
Peter KreeftPrayer fThe power of prayer is miraculous!” 

Lord, Give me the strength not to bitch slap this woman.” 
― J.D. Robb

...so, I'm just going to link to a page  simply called PRAYER LIST.  
To view the list, look on the top of the right hand side of this page, and click on PRAYER LIST.

Any names you want me to add....simply email me...shephard@gmail.com

The Lord will take it from there.