Saturday, August 9, 2008

2nd Phase of Church Renovation is Underway.

The first step is to get our new doors installed. Here is a shot of what it looked like before we started to remove the window and siding.


Siding removed.



Drywall removed.
Tom Rodgers cutting out the OSB sheeting.

George Randall helping out.








Just about done.

The Go-Cart on Steroids

After Papa Gurnee brought the needed bearing the kid's have had a blast riding the cart.

Kenton trying it out for the first time.

Giving Alyssa a ride.
Kendra getting a ride.

Vincent proud of his new machine.



Testing it out to make sure it worked properly. I took it out on the road and around our block. I went over 4 miles at 2/3 throttle I was doing about 20mph. That is plenty fast enough for them.

There is a boy inside of every man!

Some just don't want to admit it. Some play kids video games I choose to play with go-carts!

Kids Having Way to Much Fun

When you can't pedal you can't wheelie ride it...or can you? The arm for the pedal was ordered and in the mail and that did not hold back Kendra from trying to ride a wheelie. I think it must be in the blood.






After going to work with Daddy and being bored to tears while Daddy put in a new electric service on a house.....Kendra was rewarded with her favorite - ice cream cone from McDonalds.

What has the world come to? I look up while working at the church and my sweet little Lyssy was eating dog bones. Turned out they were graham crackers. I tried one..then another and another....they were good.
Vincent and Alyssa were driving Papa Gurnee's truck.

Kenton caught a black snake.It was as long as Alyssa was tall.

Trying to be like Steve Irwin.

When it started to contract he decided that he no longer wanted to be Steve Irwin.

Playing with Bill Randall at Charlie's 95th birthday party.

Helping Daddy.

Monday, August 4, 2008

My Rube Goldberg Tiller

I bought a tiller about 4 years ago with great plans to get a garden in. It never had any power and would bog down quick. Eventually it quit running altogether. I tried rebuilding the carburetor, but that did not fix it. Dad said someone had told him they knew a guy that was "great" with small engines and so he loaded it up and hauled it away. About 2 weeks later he picked it up and Mr. Rube Goldberg had completely transformed the 3hp motor into a newer/used 5hp motor. The old motor had no compression, which came as a result of either age or running without an air cleaner. Now it tears up the dirt. He added all kinds of levers and a kill switch and fixed the tire that would go flat in 5 minutes.

The kill switch and throttle(that is very touchy).

A well marked choke lever.

The carb it attached well with springs.

He even added some extra words....

It works so slick that even Vincent can run it.

Special thanks to dad for getting it back on the road and for Mom weeding my garden while we were in Alaska.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

A Snake for My Wife

Since she hates snakes...this one would be safe.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn dies at 89


By Michael T. Kaufman
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, whose stubborn, lonely and combative literary struggles gained the force of prophecy as he revealed the heavy afflictions of Soviet Communism in some of the most powerful works of fiction and history written in the 20th century, died late Sunday in Russia, his son Yermolai said early Monday in Moscow. He said the cause was a heart condition. He was 89.
He outlived by nearly 17 years the state and system he had battled through years of imprisonment, ostracism and exile.

Solzhenitsyn had been an obscure, middle-aged, unpublished high school science teacher in a provincial Russian town when he burst onto the literary stage in 1962 with "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich." The book, a mold-breaking novel about a prison camp inmate, was a sensation. Suddenly, he was being compared to giants of Russian literature like Tolstoy, Dostoyevski and Chekov.

Over the next four decades, Solzhenitsyn's fame spread throughout the world as he drew upon his experiences of totalitarian duress to write evocative novels like "The First Circle" and "The Cancer Ward" and historical works like "The Gulag Archipelago."

"Gulag" was a monumental account and analysis of the Soviet labor camp system, a chain of prisons that by Solzhenitsyn's calculation some 60 million people had entered during the 20th century. The book led to his expulsion from his native land. George Kennan, the American diplomat, described it as "the greatest and most powerful single indictment of a political regime ever to be leveled in modern times."

Solzhenitsyn was heir to a morally focused and often prophetic Russian literary tradition, and he looked the part. With his stern visage, lofty brow and full, Old Testament beard, he recalled Tolstoy while suggesting a modern-day Jeremiah, denouncing the evils of the Kremlin and later the mores of the West.

In almost half a century, more than 30 million of his books have been sold worldwide and translated into some 40 languages. In 1970 he was awarded the Nobel prize for literature.
Solzhenitsyn owed his initial success to the Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev's decision to allow "Ivan Denisovich" to be published in a popular journal. Khrushchev believed its publication would advance the liberal line he had promoted since his secret speech in 1956 on the crimes of Stalin.

Soon after the story appeared, however, Khrushchev was replaced by hard-liners, and they began a campaign to silence its author. They stopped publication of his new works, denounced him as "a hooligan" and "a traitor," confiscated his manuscripts, and interrogated his friends.
But their iron grip could not contain Solzhenitsyn's reach. By then his works were appearing outside the Soviet Union, in many languages, and he was being compared not only to Russia's literary giants but also to Stalin's literary victims, writers like Anna Akhmatova, Iosip Mandleshtam and Boris Pasternak.

At home, the Kremlin stepped up its campaign by expelling Solzhenitsyn from the Writer's Union. He fought back. He succeeded in having microfilms of his banned manuscripts smuggled out of the Soviet Union. He addressed petitions to government organs, wrote open letters, rallied support among friends and artists, and corresponded with people abroad. They turned his struggles into one of the most celebrated cases of the cold war period.

Hundreds of well-known intellectuals signed petitions against his silencing; the names of left-leaning figures like Jean-Paul Sartre carried particular weight with Moscow. Other supporters included Graham Greene, Muriel Spark, W.H. Auden, Gunther Grass, Heinrich Boll, Yukio Mishima, Carlos Fuentes and, from the United States, Arthur Miller, John Updike, Truman Capote and Kurt Vonnegut. All joined a call for an international cultural boycott of the Soviet Union. By the late 1960s, Solzhenitsyn had become one of the most prominent and recognizable symbols of Soviet and Communist repression.

That position was confirmed when he was awarded the 1970 Nobel Prize in the face of Moscow's protests. The Nobel jurists cited him for "the ethical force with which he has pursued the indispensable traditions of Russian literature."

Solzhenitsyn dared not travel to Stockholm to accept the prize for fear that the Soviet authorities would prevent him from returning. But his acceptance address was circulated widely. He recalled a time when "in the midst of exhausting prison camp relocations, marching in a column of prisoners in the gloom of bitterly cold evenings, with strings of camp lights glimmering through the darkness, we would often feel rising in our breast what we would have wanted to shout out to the whole world — if only the whole world could have heard us."
http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/08/03/arts/04solzhenitsyn.php

Saturday, August 2, 2008

New Burger Design

Here are Andy and Becky - newlyweds, neighbors and NERVOUS. Just kidding....they were trying out my new burger dogs. Julie had bought an outrageous amount of hot dog buns and instead of just having hot dogs I made (attempted to make) burgers to fit the hot dog buns. Here are the dogs both pig and cow. Weird that they don't call them hot sow or hot cow. Anyway they were good...especially with Nancy Newman's Hot Pepper Butter.
P.S. Holly Thompson make sure you bring me a few more jars on labor day weekend. I am almost out! Thanks in advance.

Roto-Cart

Paul Houseworth had an old roto-tiller that the tine gears had gone out of. I pulled the tiller pulleys off and mounted it on the kid's cart frame. The motor has two shafts coming out. The extra shaft was for the reverse pulley. I put the centrifugal clutch on the rotor-motor and added 3 links to the chain. The 5hp motor and the crank is bigger than the 3hp and so it comes out of the case higher. It brought back great memories when I was a little boy watching my dad make go carts out of lawn mowers for me. He taught me how to punch chains out and work on them. I had to order a bearing for the wheel. We are now waiting for the bearing......and as soon as it gets here....watch out Keepville. The cart that went fast will now go faster.


Pure Relaxation

Friday, after a very stressful hot day of work, I told the kids to get their swimming gear and we would head to the beach. We live about 10 minutes from Lake Erie. We love to go to Conneaut Ohio where they have great sand and view. We head up aways from every one and get our own spot to just relax. We have been going there for the last 6 summers. There is nothing better for relaxation than being buried in sand. Granted the boys were wore out after as much digging it took to get me buried but I enjoyed every minute of it. Of course I always act liking I am dying and breathing my last breath and the crouch close to see if I am alright when I explode from the sand and rush to the water to see who can be the first in. Most of the time I win, but it is getting harder each year.
Kenton and I ventured out about 200 yards and were just relaxing before we swam back in.

I am a Sceptic

Paul Klien showing us his water seeking abilities.
I do not believe in it.... all though, those that do it claim to have found water. I have tried it and it never works for me. I have tried wire rods, apple and peach branches, and even the maple branch he used. My never moved up or down. I never felt any pull on it. I guess I do not have the magic golden water witching ability. Thanks Paul for locating a vein of water underground.
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Charlie Randall is older than dirt....

Keepville Church's oldest congregant.

Happy 95th Birthday!


Charlie Randall was born July 30, 1913. He says he is too ornery to die. He was born in Keepville right by the church. His father Bro. Tom Randall was a very important part of the church for many years. Charlie knows many details about the church including its start in 1844. He was around those who were alive when it was started.

Keepville Cemetery at Sunset


The pictures do not in any way show what we see every night.

My Little Big Helpers

I was helping someone install some baseboard registers. Kenton was right there helping me. He is so eager to work. I am amazed at his constant question of "what can I do to help?" He is very different from most kids in that regard. He helped me cut the old and helped cut the new pipe for me to install. He loves running the pipe cutter. Vincent helped me out the next day and did a great job working as well. I think he is starting to understand the principle that if you don't work you don't eat....er well maybe not ride the go-cart, dirt bike, etc. This is a great incentive for him.

He was using a hacksaw pipe to cut some pipes in the picture.

Here is Vincent doing one of the things he likes best - driving Daddy's tractor. He does real good for a 6 year old. Kendra (4) and Alyssa (3) have the lawnmower all figured out. The enjoy riding around and singing at the top of their lungs. I have it locked in 1st gear and if the get off the seat it shuts off.


They were having so much fun and singing so loud...they could not even see the trampoline that they ran into. The back tire was spinning away and their singing had stopped.
PS. For all you people that are getting paranoid thinking of those terrible sharp blades spinning under there...well it does not even have a belt.