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A Friend and Cigar Boxes

So, I have come down to cigars…well, cigar boxes, actually. Came about this way.

On Monday afternoon when Jerry came in the motor home with our mail, along with various envelopes containing statements, notices and the other typical paraphernalia of a day’s postal delivery, he also carried a box–a box addressed to me. Not expecting anything, seeing we had ordered nothing, it wasn’t a holiday, and my significant birthday was almost a month past, and had been more than adequately celebrated, I was puzzled as to the contents of the medium-sized box.

Generously, I allowed Jerry the pleasure of opening the boring, slender family-addressed envelopes, while I tackled the mysterious carton. The package was not heavy, but was securely fastened, so from the kitchen I grabbed a small knife and slashed through the tape. When I pulled away the protective paper, I saw a flat brown surface. What is this? I lifted it from the shipping container, and saw it to be a box…and at that moment I knew: someone had sent me a cigar box!

Not one, but two beautiful wooden cigar boxes had been mailed to me. I hooted with laughter, and Jerry stared at me. “Someone sent me cigar boxes.” Then I found the card with a note scribbled on the back.

“I couldn’t resist after seeing ‘cigar’ boxes on your blog site which I visit often!

My hubby smokes the cigars occasionally–so I have cigar boxes. I do have the other more cardboard type but like the wooden ones.

Love to you and Brother Buxton”


On the inside pages of the card is listed a long string of accolades: You’re marvelous……….You’re…then a naming of 26 certainly undeserved compliments.

Jean is not someone I see frequently; actually she is so much younger than I am that she used to run around with my youngsters when they were home, and when she attended my brother-in-law’s church in Ontario. I was touched by this thoughtful gesture, and talked to Jerry of her taking the time to box up the gift, buy the card, write the note, go to the post office…all that, just to give me the pleasure of owning two fine cigar boxes.

You’re a great group of people out there, you the readers of my blog. Thank you. Thank you for reading my words, for thinking about issues with me, for being concerned about God, about the world, about our families, our children, and about our nation…and for indulging me in my frivolous–and probably sometimes silly–interests. It touches me deeply.


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Olive Riley, World’s Oldest Blogger, Dies

You may recall Olive Riley, who was the author of a beautiful very lively blog, and who at 108 years old was considered the world’s oldest blogger. I wrote about her a couple of times several months ago. (Both of those posts have links to a video of a hilarious birthday party thrown for her.)

She has posted her last line, for on Saturday, just after 6:00 am, in the sure hands of God, she slipped from this earth into the chambers of eternity. She was an amazing woman and will be mourned by her family and her readers who numbered into the thousands. An Australian, she communicated on a regular basis with people from as far away as the United States and Russia.

In her final post of June 26th, she said she could not “shake off that bad cough.” She was born in 1899 and would have turned 109 on October 20.

Olive’s musing live on at and more recently at

My sympathy and best wishes to her family.


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Native Americans of the Grand Canyon

We had eaten a small breakfast at the spacious, high-ceilinged cafeteria near our lodge, then had taken the Rim Trail and walked to the middle of the village. We paused now for a gentle swing on one of the porches of El Tovar Hotel and I set up my tripod so I could take a couple of pictures of Jerry and me. In the distance you see the Hopi House. After a fine lunch as we were leaving El Tovar we heard the tom tom tom of an Indian dance; we walked over and joined the gathered crowd.

The man whose ornaments you see here was the emcee and was announcing the dance a young man was about to perform. He talked leisurely, in a casual across-the-fence sort of way, going on and on about the dedication of the young people during the summer, their study of traditions and lore and Indian dances.

It was very hot, and finally the stone-faced young indian turned to the emcee and, expressionlessly, did a spinning motion with his arms.

Amusement was perceptible in the voice of the emcee as he said, “The floor is hot. He wants me to get on with the music.” He went on talking, though, about the rings and how the heat makes them so flexible it is hard to perform the maneuvers. It was an interesting interchange, although a little unnerving to me. I think that may have been so because Indians usually present such stoic faces and their performances seem exact and regimented and the man, who was also the drummer and the singer, seemed a bit uncaring of the young dancer.


The young man was quite talented and performed flawlessly, it seemed to me. Using the rings, he intertwined himself, then stepped smoothly out of them; he arranged designs and signals, all in perfect rhythm to the music that was being played.

Immediately on finishing his dance, the young man went to the side of the stage and grabbed a bottle of water. It was so hot, I assumed he would lift it to his mouth and guzzle it down. No, he sat down, poured the water in his hands and began rubbing it across the soles of his moccasins. His feet must have been blistered. 

The American Indian communities surrounding Grand Canyon actively maintain their ancient cultures and traditions. They have long been associated with exquisite but functional crafts which reflect their close ties with nature. Fine collectibles created by native artisans began to be marketed to outsiders in the 1880s through trading posts they erected. Within driving distance of the Grand Canyon are reservations of Havasupai, Hopi, Hualapai, Kaibab-Paiute and Navajo. It is a fascinating area of the country.

We just had time to breeze through the Hopi House before boarding our train, and when Jerry asked one of the clerks if the building was original, she explained much of their history and handed him a small card with this information on it.

“Hopi House constructed in 1905. Designed as living quarters for Hopi artisans and as a place to sell Hopi crafts and souvenirs, this building represents the efforts of the Fred Harvey Company to revive Southwest Indian arts and crafts. Designed by Mary Jane Colter, the building was modeled after part of the Hopi village at Third Mesa, in Oraibi. It retains much of its original appearance.”

We were ready to walk to the long flight of stairs that led to the train station when I spied a van that was tastefully lettered “Grand Canyon Railway.” Jerry asked, the driver said, “Sure,” we climbed in and within minutes had been discharged and were now mingled with the crowd awaiting the boarding call.


IMPORTANT NOTICE: I am experiencing significance computer challenges and consequently am not able to respond to your comments as I would like. Last Thursday, my sweet little Apple crashed. There is no certified tech here in Lake Havasu, so it’s either a trip to Las Vegas or Phoenix or California. We’re going there in ten days, so I’ll take the little hurting white machine to be repaired while we are “home.”

In the meantime I’m using Jerry’s Fujitsu which has an aversion to the internet connection at our motor home park and also, at times, refuses to type a y. I’m at the Lake Havasu library at the moment–Fujitsu likes it here and has allowed me to use its y all afternoon. 🙂

I do appreciate your comments and anticipate reading them. I promise to respond when I can.

Patience, please.



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Balloons and the Internet

I’m sitting on the 7th floor of the Marriott in Visalia, CA. struggling with a slow wireless system, that originates, not here in the Marriott, but from the Comfort Suites a few yards across the way. It’s interesting to me–and I may have mentioned this before–that often while modestly priced hotels, such as Comfort Suites, offer free wireless capabilities, many high-line hotels, such as the Marriott, charge for such services.

Prominently situated on the desk here in our beautiful room is a card stating that wireless internet service is available here…for a fee. Turns out to be $10.00 a day–for each computer, so that the daily charge for Jerry and me would be $20.00 while we’re here. A little hefty, and while I was prowling around for opportunity, up popped a message from Comfort Suites that asked me to sign an agreement with them, which I did, and so was born wireless internet service for the Buxtons while we’re here a couple of days. It’s a bit slow, but quite workable.

Check this out: Space Data Corporaation uses balloons to to service areas with telecom services, and now Google has an eye on this and may become involved. Good news for those who live in rural areas that have spotty or no internet service.

Jerry Knoblach wants to bring wireless service to millions of rural Americans. His plan: Beam it down from balloons hovering at the edge of space.

This isn’t just hot air. His company, Space Data Corp., already launches 10 balloons a day across the Southern U.S., providing specialized telecom services to truckers and oil companies. His balloons soar 20 miles into the stratosphere, each carrying a shoebox-size payload of electronics that acts like a mini cellphone “tower” covering thousands of square miles below.

The rest of the fascinating Wall Street Journal article is here.

I’ve written several times, including here about the challenges of internet service while I travel, and am leaning toward thinking that one day internet service will be free just as radio and television services are now. I reported here about a young man who was fined for using the internet signal as he sat outside a cafe. Free world-wide internet? That will be a happy day for me!


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Deliver Us From Evil

Lynda over at blah blah blog tagged me, stating as the reason for choosing me: “because she’s a writer and prolific blogger and I have no idea what kinds of books she might read, but I’d sure like to know.”

The rules are:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

The nearest book to me is Deliver Us From Evil by Sean Hannity. The three designated sentences are:

They always seemed to be on the wrong side of history. Reagan won the Cold War, no thanks to the Democrats and their “freezenik” friends. Bush I beat back Saddam, and kept America safe in the early 1990s.

I’m asking for volunteers to be tagged. Just let us know and follow the rules.


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Happy Birthday to Me


I almost let the day pass without remembering that today is my birthday. On February 14th, 2006, I wrote the first post on my blog. I am 2 years old! Cute, aren’t I!

Sure hope at least one person sings to me. 🙂

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A Renaissance Tagging

So, I’ve been tagged, and I suppose I must think I will reveal my true feelings about such “honor,” which are:

  1. I’ve been tagged before and at first didn’t mind, but later didn’t want to be bothered.
  2. Not wanting to be bothered is probably selfish and arrogant.
  3. Once I was tagged and didn’t follow through with it, and this tagging has reminded me of that and I’m sorry I didn’t, and please forgive me.
  4. I actually kind of enjoyed preparing my response this time, especially the reading of new blogs. It was also kind of fun thinking about my sleep-walking the second night after I was married. (Want to know more? 🙂 Ask me.)

It was Renaissance Guy who tagged me. Here are the rules:

  1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
  2. Post these rules on your blog.
  3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
  4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
  5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting on comment on their blog.


Seven very interesting factums (sorry, Latin scholars) about me. Armed with such relevant, and possibly earth-shattering information, the lives of all who read here may never quite be the same. 🙂

  1. I have never owned a television set.
  2. I walked in my sleep on my honeymoon.
  3. I am 69 years old and have never had one hot flash.
  4. I am working on an article about why I am glad I believe in God.
  5. I dislike doing laundry in a laundromat.
  6. I am shopping for a macro lens for my camera.
  7. I plan to randomly tag seven people for this game, thereby sparing my friends this grief. 🙂


I’m tagging:

  1. Mere’s Outlook
  2. Well, Actually…
  3. Nada
  4. Irreplaceable Angst
  5. Textures
  6. You Blog, So I Blog
  7. (Removed at the request of blog owner)

So…we’re off and running.


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Free Tacos Now at Taco Bell

A few hours ago, I told you of a way to acquire a free house. Now in further accommodation to my blogging friends, I bring you word of free tacos. Free, as in no money down and none to pay later. Taco Bell had promised that if in one of the ball games a base would be stolen, they would cook up for everyone in America a free taco. They are as good as their word. Check it out here, then rush down for your free, crunchy Taco Bell taco. Hurry, though, not much time remains. (I’ll see what I can round up for 🙂 dessert.)


Edit 12:45 Tuesday The Salem News says it was Red Sox rookie Jacoby Ellsburg whose stolen base is frying up these scores of thousands of tacos.

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A Free House, but the Town May Be Non-Existent


In May of 2006, not long after I started blogging, Helen and I became interested in buying a Victorian mansion that I had seen for sale on eBay, and before the escapade was over we had hundreds of hits, more than 80 comments and people from across the blogging world had been invited and were wanting to be involved with us. If you haven’t read of that timely encounter you will probably want to link over there now and read about it. Don’t miss the comments for much of the glory of the projected transaction is revealed in those segments.Well, we didn’t quite swing that deal, but tonight I have found a house that is totally free…well, not exactly free, but sort of free…for the couple who are desperate to sell their home have said that on their death, the purchase price of said piece of property will be returned to the buyer. Even offering their inheritance if certain criteria are met.Think about this if you’re in the market for a free house, and if you could live in Wexford, Pa. How could you go wrong, I ask?From the Associated Press comes this story.

WEXFORD, Pa. — It could be the deal of a lifetime. A Pittsburgh-area couple, Bob and Ricki Husick, are offering anyone who buys their home full cash-back upon their death and even their full inheritance, currently worth at least $500,000.The Husicks have been trying to sell their home for almost a year, but have failed to do so in the current shaky market.Bob Husick said he’s asking $399,900 for the four-bedroom, three and a half bath home about 20 miles north of Pittsburgh. According to the Husicks’ offer, the buyer would get the money back when the couple dies. And if the buyer agrees to care for them in old age, they could also inherit their retirement home in Arizona, bringing the estate’s current value to about $500,000.

Whoops! When I checked out Wexford, I found that in 2005 Money magazine designated Wexford to be the 28th best place to live in the United States. There also was this article that said there was no such place as Wexford, Pa. Interesting…take a look.

Well, anyway, it’s a free house, so if you’re considering the move, it will be worth your while trying to figure out if Wexford, Pa. is a town or not. For sure, let us know if you become the new owner of the house. We promise to give you the housewarming of the century! From all over the blogosphere, we will advance to the new house for the party–in or out of Wexford, Pa. Helen will be in charge of all refreshments. 🙂


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Share It How, You Say?

Some things strike me funny…such as this notice that was placed at the end of an article I read a few minutes ago.

Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Share this story:

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Perhaps I am missing something, but how can I “share this story” if I don’t publish, broadcast, rewrite or redistribute it? Huh?

I’m can’t think of a way to entice someone to read the original article without “rewriting” something in the story that caught my attention. By sending the article’s name to Digg, am I not on a small scale broadcasting that news? Am I not publishing a part of the story? Am I not trying to redistribute it?

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