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This may explain my absence:
Charles (Charley) Raymond Wagner, 61, of Crump, Tennessee left this life in Tupelo, Mississippi, to find peace in heaven with the Lord on Thursday, October 2, 2014. He leaves behind his wife, Catherine (Kate) Riefler Wagner.
Born in Waupun, Wisconsin on January 24, 1953, he considered himself a “recovering Yankee”. As a graduate of the University of Wisconsin-Madison, he decided not to follow in the footsteps of his father and grandfather in becoming a lawyer, but instead followed his passion for music. As an accomplished guitar and banjo “picker”, he jammed with many bluegrass legends over the years, encouraging others that wanted to learn. As one friend stated, “Charley, back in 1968, you taught us white Northern boys how to play the blues.”
In addition to his wife, Charley is survived by brother, Stephen Wagner (Suzi) of Bellevue, Washington, sister, Amelia Wagner Clark (Alan) of Waupun, Wisconsin, stepdaughter, Christine Wilson (Jason), granddaughters, Cheyenne Wilson and Shaina Christian, and great grandchildren, Cameron and Lilith, along with many nieces, nephews, cousins and numerous friends.
The family requests memorials be sent in Charley’s name to:
Sanctuary House Hospice
5159 W. Main Street
Tupelo, Mississippi 38801
OCT 9 – Service 3:00PM
Well, Ol’ Broad had a great view….
Ya can’t deny, that’s one mighty fine view!
I’m going to lay it out there. It’s been a rough few days, and not just physically. Yesterday, we buried a young man who I thought quite highly of, and I’ve also been able to reconnect with a part of a my biological family.
It’s bad enough when the physical issues I have prevents me from doing a lot of the things I want to do. Just everyday things that most people take for granted, causes an immense amount of pain. The emotional strain of seeing friends bury their son, a new father, a pain I can’t even begin to imagine, puts many things into perspective. Life is short, and we never know God’s plans for us. We don’t have to understand, we just have to know He is in charge.
At the moment, I’m not really up for spouting about the state of the country, and world. I have things I MUST accomplish, painful though they may be. Perhaps later, I will have my head screwed on straight enough to ramble on about one topic or another. There are many to choose from, y’know.
I made a LOT of mistakes with my daughter when she was growing up. Ok, let’s face facts…. I was a pretty lousy mother. I was too worried about “ME” than I was about her, kind of like a large number of parents of my generation, and the one that comes after.
After all the mistakes I made, she didn’t turn out too bad. She’s an extremely intelligent ‘young lady’, and could have succeeded in any area she chose. Like me, she was a late bloomer, and luckily, has a spouse that has been extremely supportive of the choices she has made in her life. She went to school to become a phlebotomist, and was darn good at her job. Unfortunately, she developed a rather rude nerve condition (RSD/CRPS) that prevents her from doing that job, and has now decided to pursue a career in child advocacy.
A couple of days ago, I saw a comment she made on Facebook in response to the Hobby Lobby decision, with a link to this post on Young Cons, and I knew…. I did something right!
Just a little information for my liberal friends… Plan B is available over the counter, no insurance or prescription required, Ella is not birth control .. It is specifically a morning after type pill with a 7 day efficacy level and even then is not even 80% effective. If plan B is not taken within 24 hours (which is not usually enough time to get an appt at a doctors office, even I’d this product wasn’t over the counter) the efficacy drops below 70%.
IUDs are not normally provided to women who have no previously had children period, they also have a high incidence of side effects that can include ectopic pregnancy and sterility.. But lately they have been used in a morning after capacity in order to make the uterus an inhospitable place for implantation of an embryo.. The problem with this is that it is more likely to cause ectopic pregnancy or implantation of the device into and/or through the wall of the uterus…
Many insurance programs limit covered items, not all treatments in any specialty are available under any insurance .. Most insurance companies don’t cover ALL forms of birth control anyway and either require a preauthorization showing medical necessity or finding a comparable medication … These are things to keep in mind before you start hollering about lack of coverage..they do cover birth control in the traditional sense …
Sometimes, even a lousy mom has reason to be proud. Oh, and she’s acing her courses, too!
33 years ago today, my dad died. Actually, it was on the 23rd, but since the dadburn doctor didn’t show up till after midnight, 24 is what is on his tombstone. Yep….a lot of has happened in the last 33 years, and I often wonder what he’d think of the country, and the world of today. I don’t think he’d be too pleased.
He’s one of those guys who was a Southern Democrat for years, until Johnson took office. Yep, that was the game changer. He started paying attention, and didn’t like what he saw, and promptly switched parties to Republican, since that was the party that was actually forcing the Dems to make things right. When that Great Society came into play, my dad’s words, “He was an ass in law school, and he’s still an ass!” That’s right, my dad went to law school with Johnson.
My dad was born in 1907. LONG time ago, wasn’t it. He lived through two World Wars, the Great Depression, Korea, and Vietnam. We watch Neil Armstrong take man’s first step onto the moon together. We were both amazed. Being a man who had seen so much of history, he was quite well versed in many topics. During the protests of the 1960s, and burning books and bras, he just laughed and said, “Hell, we use to do that on the steps of the library at U.T. Ain’t nothing new, and these kids think they’re making a ‘statement’. They aren’t doing anything more than making a mess, and looking like fools.” He’d be appalled to learn that those same protesters are the ones running the country he loved so much.
All of his brothers (8), except one, served during WWII in some capacity. Seven boys from the same family, and they all made it through. (Although, the military did send my grandmother a telegram saying her youngest had been shot down, and presumed dead. Imagine her shock and surprise when he showed up at the door a few weeks later). My dad never got to see action since he was severely burned saving the life of some general’s daughter from a fiery car crash right before he was to be sent over. He spent 18 months in the hospital, having skin grafts, and rehab.
Having 3rd degree burns over 75% of his body, it’s a miracle he lived, and a credit to the military hospital doctors and staff, not to mention the love and encouragement of my mom. He never could straighten out his pinky finger, which, as a young’un, I repeatedly tried to flatten. :D Hey… I was a kid…what did I know. He explained why it wouldn’t straighten like the rest of them, but me, being me, just had to try!
He also wasn’t able to have children, so, after several failed attempts they decided to adopt. VOILA!
He was a first generation American of German decent. His parents immigrated, legally, bought a patch of land, in what use to be farmland in Dallas, that encompassed what is now Love Field. They weren’t rich, but knew the benefits of hard work, and each of the boys went on to some success in their careers of choice.
Growing up during the Depression, they all had a variety of jobs, including running booze from Louisiana, working as a butcher, helping out at a mortuary…the same one that received Bonnie and Clyde’s bodies which they all had to go take a gander at, and a number of other odd jobs, including working on the farm. Yep. Hard work can lead to success, and some interesting tales to tell. One was even a jockey for a bit at a race track in Arlington, before they outlawed it in…shoot, I don’t remember when. Obviously, he was the runt of the litter, although not the youngest.
Being a family member of one of the guys that designed the original Six Flags…Six Flags Over Texas obviously…we all got to go check the place out before it was opened to the public. Sometimes, family has perks. We always got free tickets, well, until a few years after my uncle retired. Heh.
Obviously, since my dad was so badly injured, he was discharged from active duty, and went on to be a reality officer for the Air Force, kind of the civilian equal of a brigadier general. During the late 50s and early 60s, he spent a lot of time in Nevada buying up land for the military. One night, when he’d had a couple of belts, he told us what he had been doing. Ever hear of Area 51? LOL
Yep, my dad was quite the character. A man of integrity.
Damn, I miss my dad.
I’m not at all sure I’m going to survive this next few days.
My Wee Spud is a whole 2 years old today, and I’m not there. I’m quite depressed about this, but I have my reasons. Hey…. We can have a mini celebration when I get down there in a few weeks, and I don’t think Spud would mind having a second cake and more presents, do you? It’s not like he’s gonna remember I missed his real birthday, right? I hope!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL DUDE!
I LOVE YOU!
….a long, LONG, time ago, wee Brat made her appearance. Quite painfully too, I might add! The height of the disco era. UGH! Ok, it was 1975!
Weighing in at 7lbs, 6oz….I think! (Hey…it was a long time ago!) 21 inches long, with big feet! She’s still got the big feet! And uses my head as an arm rest. She’s tall! Then again, to me, EVERYBODY is tall!
To paraphrase Mark Twain, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated! Although, the last couple of days have been questionable. Between wee Spud and I, we’ve hacked up at least one lung! Joy! And we were both doing quite well when the Mr and I arrived on Sunday, albeit a bit tired.
Anyway, the ability to write anything has been a challenge, so I didn’t. :D If you live in a house with a small tornado, you’ll understand completely. Concentration is at a premium, so why bother, right? LOL
To say that Christmas morning was a riot, would be an understatement. Between the toddler and the teenager, it was quite a sight. Oh nooooo…there are NO spoiled kids in THIS house! Heh.
….twas the day of……….THE BUNKER! Heh.
Yes…it’s late in the day, but still. Hey…I had some things to do, and got totally distracted.
Well, since I don’t get enough pics sent to me, I have to snap a few while doing a bit of Facetime or snag them off Facebook. That’s ok. I’m sure I’ll get plenty at Christmas.
Ok, y’all might not find pics of my family all that entertaining, or informative, but hey…this is for MY benefit! Besides, watching the wee one growing up in pictures let’s us know just how much older WE are getting. Heh!