Besides planning trips, Burdell also writes this weekly column which tells about sports happenings now and 100, 75, 50 and 25 years ago, sometimes a trip down memory lane that some of you may relate to, what the Ancient Sportsman (Burdell) and Ancient-ess (Charlotte) have been up to and about trips they have been on. Each week is a new adventure.
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My heart is heavy because of the senseless things that are going on in our state and country. The incident in Minnesota is inexcusable, but does that give thugs and criminals a right to seek, kill and destroy? Of course not and they should be tracked down and prosecuted to the hilt.
Memorial Day has passed and on that day the Ancient-ess and I went over to Griswold to decorate graves with my sister Sharon and my niece Patti. We took care of graves in the Griswold Cemetery, the Whipple Cemetery, the Greenfield Cemetery and the Stuart Cemetery. We had planned to take care of graves in the Pitzer Cemetery, but it was rainy and that cemetery is a little dicey to get into. In other words, it is out in the boonies. We think the Covid 19 is scary, but the Pitzer Cemetery holds a scary story of the influenza outbreak of 1918. John and Hannah Armstrong, my great, great grandparents, lost 17 year-old Gracie and 12 year-old Warde on the same day. The fear of the disease was so great, that they wrapped the bodies in blankets and took them to the cemetery by wagon after dark. The men and boys of the family dug a single grave and both bodies were buried in the same grave under the shroud of darkness. What a gut wrenching time that must have been. There was no funeral or visitation in those days either. Now it is on to a happier story. I shared this on face book and I’m going to do it again on this page. 51 years ago last Thursday a beautiful baby girl was born in Council Bluffs to an unwed mother. Nine days later we were able to adopt this precious bundle at the Christian Home Adoption Services in Council Bluffs. We are forever grateful that that mother did not choose abortion which I choose to call it a fancy word for murder. Our Lori has grown to a middle-aged woman now and has given us a pair of neat grandchildren and as she had her own family, she desired to find her birth parents for medical information. She found her birth mother and birth grandparents first. We were able to meet them as well and it was good. We found that we had connections between our families. They were from Glenwood and my uncle, aunt and cousins lived in Glenwood. My uncle had worked for her birth mother’s grandparents. And the birth mother’s mom was a teacher in the Glenwood system and had taught my cousins. Lori has also met with a half brother in Glenwood and a half sister in Washington state as well To find the birth father was a little more difficult. He was an Air Force man stationed at Offutt Air Force Base and that was about all they knew. He was finally tracked down in Chicago. (Those Cub fans show up everywhere). We have not met him, but Lori has pictures of him and his family. The whole journey has been a wonderful adventure and again I must say that we are so grateful that a young woman chose life. I know there are others out there that made the same choice and I can only say, “God bless you real good.” Fishing has been pretty good this week as I caught four nice messes. I’m going to take a break from writing now and take my birthday girl fishing. She doesn’t want to go anywhere where there might be snakes. Hummmmm! That is kind of hard, but I will try. We are back and I just cleaned nine nice bluegill and bass. Lori did very well and I had to catch the last fish to edge her out at five to four. With all the fishing, I have kind of put golf on the back burner. I may try and get out this week. I did hear a good definition for golf. Golf can be described as endless tragedies obscured by and occasional miracle. With the rains we have had, the crops are booming. It is just beautiful to drive through the country and see the change from day to day.
T he Ancient-ess finally got a haircut and a perm Friday, but I am still quite shaggy. If I could just get me a little Wild Root Cream Oil, I could have duck tails like I had in the 50’s. But I can’t do the flat top and the little curl on the forehead. Those were the days.
We were supposed to leave on my 80th birthday tour to Switzerland this coming Friday, but the virus took care of that. We are going to try and do it next year from June 3 -13. I have a few folks that can’t go next year, so if any of you would like to get in on a gorgeous Swiss tour, please let me know. Have a great week and hang on. Softball and baseball will soon be here.
To all politicians – You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted and used against you.