We enjoyed the chili we got from the Youth Football and Cheer fundraiser on Sunday cooked by and served at 7 Bar Barbecue. All three of us only ate half an order and saved the rest for Monday, when it was even better after chilling in the fridge.
You missed some good chili if you didn’t get any. The organization raised around $2,000 which will be used to purchase helmets and equipment to make sure the kids are as safe as possible.
—kwc— Hats off to the RISD planners for Monday’s Veterans Day program. (See photos in this issue). How they get all those kids to and from the high school gym is beyond me, but it sure is worth it to see all the littles in their red, white and blue singing their hearts out.
Another group to mention is the Rockdale 4-H Club members and their parents who put up flags at I.O.O.F. Cemetery on the veterans’ graves. Great service project! —kwc— You know how the weather people are almost never correct? I believe the past three weeks have called for rain and the weather has been wrong on the front page for the past three weeks because we never got any. At least at my house. Maybe one of these days it’ll rain. —kwc— Three boys are in the school yard bragging about their fathers.
The first boy says, “My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50.”
The second boy says, “That’s nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100.”
Little Johnny says, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to collect all the money!” —kwc— One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. The plaque was covered with names, and small American Flag were mounted on either side of it.
The seven-year-old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Alex.”
“Good morning pastor,” replied the young man, still focused on the plaque.
“Pastor McGwire, what is this?” Alex asked.
“Well, son, it’s a memorial to the men and women who died in the service.
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Alex’s voice was barely audible when he asked, “Which service, the 8:45 or the 11:00? —kwc— There was this gracious lady mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country.
“Is there anything breakable in here?” asked the postal clerk.
“Only the Ten Commandments,” answered the lady.
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