Existing In BFE

My father was a long time member of the Oak View Cpountry Club in Aledo. Marj, my mother also used to play the organ at the bar when it was a tiki motif. She'd go up on Frid ay and Saturdays to play the current hits. Herb played golf whenever he could and we three boys played also. One of the the things I wanted to do on my trip back home was to take pictures of a memorial bench dedicated to his memory after he died in 1997. So, Mark and I hopped on his cart and went out to the 7th tee-off area. Of course it was cold and wet. Heading from the Clubhouse down through the 7th green. This was one of my favorite holes: short, with a couple creeks to avoid, not to mention some of that sandy stuff. The bench dedicated to Herb's memory.  Thanks to the OVCC for a very fine tribute to a great friend to many.  This was the area that Herb had his heart attack.  He had just shanked a shot and went down.  He died a week later.    The 7th hole tee off.  From here you can s

Quesadilla Jalisco at Jalisco's in G-Burg.  This is the ONLY Mexican food I like, and I not only like it, I LOVE it.  I recommend this next time you are there.    I already waxed romantic about Whitey's at South Park Mall.  It is decadent, diet-busting, and thick as fresh concrete.  But it is what you should have before you die, that way you know you have savored the best of this life. Jerry's Pizza is the absolutely best pizza pie I have ever had, and I have been on a lifelong quest for the perfect pizza.  Until I find it, this will do just fine.  OK, Davis Bros is 2nd. Nancy's sibs:  Patti, Nancy, Darryl, and Carolyn. This is a truck that was parked outside the Best Western and provoked several stares from us.  According to Rick McCutcheon who works at Alexis Fire, he helped build this baby and it is a staple at various major events and Super Bowls.  It is a Satcom Rescue, which means it can pull signals from space.  It is privately owned and he travels wher

Without commentary, these are some of the pictures taken at the reception. Again, my thanks to those who came, my apologies to those who wanted to. Well, so it is possible to get me on a dance floor.  Anytime I can dance with someone this lovely  all you have to do is point out the floor, Hell I don't even need music.  Carrie is a blur because she was movie' and jivin'.   A couple shots of the BFE table.  That's Carrie (from left to right), Jen, Meghan, Rod and Diane. Tim, Jen and Meghan Rod and Diana Tim and some kind of BFE sign. This is Jake's tattoo. Either arm doesn't mean anything,  but put them together and you have, Yikes, something unique, harrowing and, no doubt, one-of-a-kind.  Hey hippie, put that glass of hooch down! Our dear old Grove friends, Tom and Ronda.  Carol and Jeff Suto, Becky, Pat, Shelley, and Rose. Richard and Mike.  Looks like a very important point I'm making.  Lord, I hope I wasn't overbearing. Sh

Today we have a kind of guest writer for Memorial Day.  I have spoken all too infrequently about my friend Jeff who has a blog of his own and I recommend you check  it out at the address below.  Jeff and I worked together for several years at the Mary Davis Home.  He has since displayed friendship above and beyond and I treasure having him in my corner.        http://bodinedilligaf.blogspot.com/ Jeff doesn't crank out five or more blog entries a week, like someone we know,  but when he does it is usually inciteful, sometimes hilarious, but always, and I mean always great reading about anything and everything.  He wrote this on May 21st and I found it extraordinarily beautiful and thought it would serve as a perfect Memorial Day essay. He has consented to having it used on EIB today, and thanks.   Memorial Day started as Decoration Day to commemorate those who had fallen during the Civil War.  Since then it has come to remind us of our loved ones who have passed away.  My cousin

The current Mrs. Blythe and I wed on a beautiful day in June.  The following reception pics were taken by someone other than myself, and can't remember who they were.  I will do the best I can to come up with the correct names and possibly relate a story or two about the day.  We were wed at the Seaton Presbyterian Church and then cocktails at home for our local friends.  After that we headed over to the Oak View Country Club for the reception.  Sadly, all three ladies pictured are no longer with us.  Jan Guenther on the left, my Mother Marj and my Aunt Gladys on the right.  That's little Eddie, son of Eddie, grand son of Ed in the foreground. The Aldermans (Alan and Sandy),  Susan and Terry Boone, and Randy and Tanny Storm  The Medinas (Rose and Greg) and the Tappers (Marilyn and Alan) John Seaton, Mary and Homer Rickey and Ila Mae Keilman The deal is sealed, now time to relax. No doubt explaining why I flubbed my lines.  All I remember is the nauseating feeling n

The big event on Saturday is about to commence.  The groom's guys and the flower girls are awaiting the bride and her entourage.  When the girls left the building to enter through the doors you see at the far end of the hallway, the bride's veil flew off and became momentarily attached to the side of the church, a story up.  In a funny "Rest of the Story", after three weeks, the veil was finally found after having swirled in the wind and came to rest somewhere.  It was found in the bushes nearby and has been sent to the bride.  So, the bride had o veil but had a story to tell.  The veil-less bride and groom exchange vows. The Blythe family. And now off to the Reception for beer,  just a couple, mind you, to calm the nerves.  I'll mention this elsewhere but you can't find the kind of delicious white cake anywhere else but around Galesburg.  I don't know who made this cake but it must have had some Hy-Vee ingredients, because it is unique and very t