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Showing posts with label a beautiful person. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a beautiful person. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Benny the Salesman of Afelskie Shoe’s.


Killaloe -- The shoemaker and businessman known to his customers as simply “Benny” and who built a thriving business in a small village, drawing repeat customers from a large area who made visiting his store a priority, passed away last Wednesday, July 17.

He was an icon of the Killaloe community, a legendary figure for most of his 60 years in business and a man known far and wide for his unique personality and business acumen.

Benedict (Benny) Anthony Afelskie, the long-time proprietor of Afelskie Shoe’s in Killaloe and Barry’s Bay, died in St. Francis Memorial Hospital in Barry’s Bay where he had been a patient since mid February. Mr. Afelskie, who suffered from diabetes in his latter years, went into the hospital with infection in one of his feet. The infection later spread and eventually caused his death. He was 85.

By Gerald Tracy

http://www.eganvilleleader.com/benny-afelskie-mr-killaloe

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Its been 6 years since Mum has passed.

It has been 6 years since Mum has passed away.

That time has gone by fast is the common phrase I use in my memories of this wonderful Woman, Mother and Grandmother. The Grandchildren ask about ( GG) and Nana tells all the stories she can remember before the spirit  of their youth  takes over and they change the subject and go off to play.

Mum has two  sisters still living and they are battling the effects of advanced age and all its precautions that go with it. When we visit them it’s like were looking at Mum as well because they remind us so much of her. Nana looks like her mom and one sister burst into tears when she sees her.


When the Family gathers, we easily discuss the memories of Mum and for a short time all kinds of stories come out and they run from early child hood to the present day and we discover new information each time. Is it new or have we forgotten since the last time we met.?  I feel we have forgotten.

I know I have, when asked about certain questions about events I draw a blank, it shows, first words are” you remember that, you were there”. Well, maybe I was, but seriously it does not seem to register. Luckily, others chip in and they fill in the blanks, saved again.

Each one of us handles the anniversary of Mum’s Angel Day in a different way and when we discuss this in a group, I look around and watch the expressions on the faces. Some are happy; others sad and a few are in space. The ones in space have been doing this complication for a long time which at any given moment, that person will go into a “trance”.

The looking through the old photographs and obits seems to be a past time as well, but only to the people endowed with the sixth sense would understand, it’s not everybody. (Our ability to perceive the unseen world of angels, apparitions, Heaven, auras, etc. is what is known as our sixth sense) and not everyone believes, so it’s a thing you keep to yourself, all Moms are clairvoyant.

We all do it and it’s a process of living your life and it’s a good way to confirm we are ok and the sorrow of her passing is healing and pleasant thoughts are hopefully more frequent as well. We go the cemetery and pay our respects and leave flowers and have a small conversation with the loved ones and express our love and how they are missed,” indeed; that time has gone by fast”.




Mary Etta (Mae) Jones-Alton 1898-1951

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=111759398

Hard to believe that the grandchildren of this Lady had no idea what she looked like because she had passed away when they were just less than 5 years old. Photo`s were not taken too often because of the cost of them and few people had camera`s.

How this photo came to our possession, it was in a shoebox of Family photo`s that belonged to her husband and this man was their Grandfather.When the Gandfather passed away all of his personal belongings went to their Father and when he passed it came to his daughter.The shoebox of photo`s and Family bible where in a filing cabinet for a number of years,until I started looking at them.

The search for whom this women has taken several years of research and questions to as many people that were related.Most of it was found through Ancestry network and Latter Day network. It was casting a stone into a pond and the ripple effect was how this unfolded.


Friday, June 5, 2015

What were you looking at, when her back side was facing you?

What were you looking at, when her back side was facing you?

Another true story from the Last of Old School Boy Scouts: 

 The other day it was very warm, the first warm day and with spring in the air it was real good to have it pleasant. So, people are doing the summer time stuff and I am sitting in my chair having a pint-o-cold-beer and watching all the activity, enjoying the sun.

Yes, it is tiring watching this going on and I was wondering where does all this energy come from? Just might be a scent in the air that causes this to happen. So, I sniff, nope nothing, I must be immune to it.

Maybe it’s something else. Well, I am still looking around and then I see the cause of this flurry of action and I was looking right at it and I never seen it. You know, you can’t see the forest for the trees. Maybe, I was blinded by the Light.

 What it was, was, a young women in a bikini or thong (and, she had a long top on so, you weren’t sure, if there was, “none”? (I usually wear glasses, but suddenly my vision was excellent)   I live beside a three storied apartment building with balconies. It’s a beehive at times.

To repeat myself, I was not seeing what I was looking at and to stare would be impolite, aye right, you old geezer?   Anyway, she was doing her house work and within an area where everyone is paying attention can and did see her.

So, doing the math tells me, every old guy was moving around to get a good look! Now, in order to prove this idea of mine, I am obliged to collect all the facts as I see them and come to a conclusion. That’s another beer, right there, which means I have to leave the scenery to get it, darn beer containers seem to empty just when you are the thirstiest, ever notice that?

No, I decide, I will froth at the mouth for a while, I need to gather the facts and stay behind the scenery, which wasn’t a problem because she was working away unaware of the commotion with her back side facing me.(now this is important, read it again, slowly, so you can picture the dilemma I was in). ?

So, the question is, folks, what is my next move? I can stay and gather additional facts, carefully storing the information in my mind (nope) or sensibly writing it down in short hand and transcribing later (NOPE) or use a video device and record the action, (well, maybe) making it appear to you the readers, that there is a pervert recording a young attractive lady person doing her house work, with her back side facing me.? Hum!  Well, what to do, eh?

Definitions:  the back-field in motion;  a condition of sinusoidal sensual waves, producing the desired effect such as cleaning the carpet, while unwitting was raising the pulses of everyone involved.  Physical, science and the law of the opposing levers, you are familiar with that aren’t you?

Life is full of mysteries and unanswered questions. So, I decide, I really need a beer and my pace-maker is protesting  the rigors on its regulator and besides, I have seen this kind of stuff going on in my place when the misses starts to dust and vacuum in the living room.

And, of course she does not require an experienced opinion on how to do the job. Got to be careful though, too much advice will make you the expert and you are given the job to finish.

 Sorry, did I wander off again; I believe we were reading about the adventures of a back-yard geezer , an old boy scout, gathering information about a lady on a possible crime of “decent exposure” while doing her house work.(unaware and watched by other well-worn guys).Well, dust my broom, you all.

Hey, you know what, it just hit me, she was showing off her “Dyson” , a cleaner gizmo and what a better way than to clean up her dusty room and show the people that this machine really does the job? She had to make a few showings thru the glass sliding doors, in case you were wondering.

OK, that is one question answered so onto the next, “what was she wearing under that top”?
Well, sir, that will take more gathering of the facts, so please excuse me, while I go and do that right now, before it becomes a “cold case”, she is going to be finished soon.

 (spoiler alert,” At a quick glance, I didn’t see a thing”) Meaning?  I really didn’t see anything or I did see, she had nothing else, “on”, but her top and the vacuum cleaner and maybe some fashionable shoes. Surely, to hell you can figure this out, there are enough clues.

 So, I will get back to you on it, later, I am sure. And, besides I hear my honey calling me, “Hey, old fool are you all done doing the laundry”? Yes, dear, it’s in the dryer right now! Did, I mention that I am not from here?