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Grandpa Don Plefka

 

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24 April 2009

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Last week I bemoaned the fact that Covenant House stopped sending their daily quotations that I have used on these pages. Bob Lewis responded by telling me he still gets his. The proverbial light bulb came on in my head. If he is still getting his, I should be getting mine. I never - ever check my SpamArrest. Why should I? It is all junk! But a quick check of the "unauthorized" messages reveled the missing emails. Covenant House changed the address from which their quotations are sent and of course, this new address was not on my approved list. I approved it and all the missing quotes were immediately in my "in box". My supply of quotations is back in service.



The secret of my success is that at an early age I
discovered I was not God.

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

 

That is probably why Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. was such a great man. I mean that he discovered that particular fact at an early age. My problem was that I thought I could be God and didn't discover the fact that it was not possible until I was well along in years. Speaking of quotes, Jean Dean sent a link of "Great Quotes" that deserves to be shared. I have also placed the link on my "Inspiration" page giving them a permanent place in the World of Grandpa Don.

Saturday was a glorious day last week. I invested quite a bit of time in the yard, sitting on the swing and in the gazebo just reveling in the spring time and soaking it in. Last fall on a cold windy day, the Albano's had brought over a couple of ground anchors I had asked Marc to pick up for me. Dom and I screwed them into the soil as best we could and fastened the trellis to them so the winter winds would not blow it over. We almost failed for the winds had pushed on the trellis and pulled the anchors partially out of the ground. So, I went to work and re-set the anchors, this time screwing them deeply into the soil so that only the eye was showing. They were a good 4 - 5" deeper than before. Then I re-fastened the trellis so that it is nice and straight, ready for the flowering vines to climb to the sky. I had left the old vines on the trellis since I didn't know if they would come to life and sprout leaves and flowers of if they would re-sprout from the ground. Time will tell. But getting up and down to reset the anchors and the effort required to turn them into the earth really left me tired. Then on top of that, when I went to get my mail, I tripped on my door step and went down. Don't worry, there wasn't a mark on me or the stoop.

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Every morning I spend fifteen minutes
filling my mind full of God,
and there’s no room left for worry thoughts.

~ Howard Chandler Christy

 

I had a hard time getting out of bed Sunday morning. Yes, I was sleepy but mostly my bones did not want to move. Not only that, my muscles, such as they are, didn't want to support them. Besides, it had turned cold and wet. Walking into church required great effort but I was rewarded when Dominick, Sarah and Bella arrived. My little darling was all smiles and it seemed as though she was as happy to see me as I was to see her. After a short visit to my up-front pew they retreated to their place in the rear in case Bella became fussy. She is rolling over now and starting to make motions that will soon have her crawling. She is also showing signs of teeth, trying to put anything she can grab into her mouth including the tail of their dog.

I was still hurting most of the day on Sunday but Dick and Jan arrived at about 4 PM. I had made reservations at Jack Gibbon's and we were soon on our way. It was like magic. Being with good friends and a few sips of my before dinner drink and my pain was forgotten. Jack Gibbon's Gardens has been in the same place since the early 1920's. It is in an out-of-the-way location surrounded by forest preserves but now the forest preserves are surrounded by suburbs. They always start you with their relish treats and we supplemented that with a shared shrimp cocktail (4 huge shrimp) and six delicious stuffed (overstuffed) mushrooms, ... also shared. They offer a choice of soup or salad. We all opted for the salad and when Jan asked if they were large, our waitress offered a choice between the normal size or a smaller portion which we all chose to get. My Blue cheese dressing came with a generous side of chunks of blue cheese ... delicious. Dick had the "small" (too big) filet well done and reported that it was excellent and very tender. Jan and I had the "Small" Prime rib. It too was huge with the bone and 1-1/4" thick, filling the large platter. Jan had a "small" (Huge) scoop of ice cream while Dick and I had ice cream parfaits made with Amaretto. Delectable!  Our service was great, our attentive waitress and bus boys attending to our every need. We all went home with our left-over's and mine included one of the stuffed mushrooms. When we left the rain was pouring down and the valet parking was much appreciated. There have been times in the past when I have been disappointed in both the food and the service but I was impress when there a few weeks ago with Tom and his family. The place is definitely back to it's old, very high standards. Oh yes, if you go there, bring money, plenty of it. See Jack Gibbon's Garden.

We returned to my place for our card games and usual chatter. It was a great evening of good food, pleasant surroundings and delightful camaraderie.

 


Never grow a wishbone, daughter,
 where your backbone ought to be.

~ Clementine Paddleford

  

The past few days as I sat at my kitchen table I have watched many birds of various species come to that trellis. The dried vines are pulled and tugged apparently much in demand as nesting material. It is comical to see one occasionally grasp a twig and fly off only to be jolted back because the twig is still attached to the rest of the plant. I am reminded of ... " I wondered why? ... the Frisbee was getting bigger ....... and then it hit me! "

Sunday's rain and cold was followed by Monday's rain and cold. The Bradford Pear trees are trying to bloom and the Maples are sprouting leaves. The Winter/Summer war is in full conflict. We all know that Summer will win, springing from the wetness of the season. For lunch on Monday I sliced Sunday's prim rib into three and put two of them back into the frig. The remaining slice was coated with some spicy mustard and warmed in the microwave. It was a slice that completely covered a slice of rye bread and made a delicious juicy sandwich.

Monday evening I attended our Parish Community Life Board meeting and as usual our parish life is booming. Activities for every segment of the parish abound and the leaders reflect that in their enthusiasm. We also discerned an new representative for the Pastoral Council. Members of the five "Boards", Liturgy, Parish Community Life, Education, Human Concerns and Youth are discerned from the active members of the ministries they represent. Each Board, in turn, discerns two people to represent them on the Pastoral council. No elections! Those who are involved are the people who, in turn, are in leadership positions. The unique thing is that it works from the bottom up. I took the opportunity to suggest a new ministry and I got the idea from the Centennial Celebration book of St. John's Lutheran Church of South Euclid, Ohio. That is the church of several of my ancestors. The ministry of which I speak is one founded at St John's by Lucile Elbrecht, the mother of my newly found second cousin Marilyn Zimmann. I copied the page from the Centennial book for our board members. At St. John's it is called "Our Cradle Role". The members keep in touch with the family of babies baptized at the church as they grow from infancy to Sunday school age, sending cards and age appropriate stories at regular intervals which they ask the parents to read to them. They also make home visits. When the child reaches Sunday school age the parents are invited to enroll them. This would be great for our church where so many just show up to be Baptized, married and buried. Of course, with our larger membership, the task would be much greater, but in my view so would be the reward. Also, the contact would need to be extended to pre-school religious education age. The proposal was well received at our meeting and will be presented to the pastoral council for consideration. Of course, the biggest hurdle will be to find someone to pick it up and run with it, so to speak.  I invite you to visit St John's of South Euclid, Oh.


In spite of everything
I still believe people are good at heart.

~ Anne Frank

 

There's an old saying that says... "If the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning is eat a live frog, then nothing worse can happen for the rest of the day!" How true! I got that from Simple Truths.  Their story goes on to say that it is good to do the most important things, and often most distasteful things, before the things you would rather be doing. They point out that only 20% of what we do is really important and the other 80% can wait. They also said that this 20/80 rule applies to everything in life from wealthy and poor, to whatever ... They don't mention that in churches, 20% of the people are active and 20% of the people provide 80% of the support.. It seems that the 20/80 rule is universal.

Jean Dean introduced me to Simple Truths and I subscribed to receive it by email. If you were assured that doing something would improve your life experience, wouldn't you try it? Some of our youth (and immature adults) think that they are better off being popular and for some reason think nastiness is the way to get there. "I'm Bad!" That equates to "macho" ... doesn't it? In a word ... NO!  But they persue a course of rebelion, not wanting to conform to the civilized way of life.


Seek to do good,
and you will find that happiness
will run after you.

~ James Freeman Clarke

 

The above quote, I have found, is a truism ... a fact ... and I base my agreement with it on personal experience. As a result, I try to reinforce it whenever and however I can. For one thing it is a lot easier than always trying to prove that you are meaner and stronger than everyone else. Like the gunmen of the wild West, there is always someone who believes they can out-gun you and the outcome is deadly. But when you approach life putting others first the results are far different. First of all, you get no argument from the bullies and secondly you get a lot of respect from others like yourself. That is the kind of respect I like. And so I pray ... and I open myself to things like Simple Truths. This reinforces my beliefs and makes the right path habitual. I need that. The culture of the world is constantly trying to pull me off course, an effort to get me to join the 80%.that just drift along trying to blend in and not be noticed.

I was just reviewing my progress on my application for my reverse mortgage. Yes, I keep a log of every phone conversation, meeting and mail or any other contact for things such as this. I learned that when we built this house and it is invaluable when you can say ... " on this date you said ...'. In any case, I started the processes on March 6,  with a couple inquires, selected a bank on Mar 13 and formalized the application on  Mar19. After an appraisal. the application was approved on April 7 and the t's are being crossed and the i's dotted in great care at this time. Questions about mortgages on my previous home are being asked and answered. I am impressed with the efficiency and cautious care being taken. In these tumultuous times, no stone is left unturned to give everyone involved the assurance that there will be no errors made or no opportunity for bad judgment on anyone's part. I expect that we will have a "closing" quite soon. I am amazed at the efficient handling of this transaction considering that I am dealing with organizations in Atlanta, GA, Santa Ana, CA, Tinley Park and Orland Park in Illinois. The Bank sent a "signing agent" to the house to represent them for the application. It has been a smooth and easy experience for me. And ... every single person whom I have come in contact either in person or over the phone has been pleasant and highly professional.

Tuesday was almost as cold and wet as Sunday and Monday but the grass seems to like it. Another prime rib sandwich was enjoyed for lunch. I haven't been shopping for ten days ... no need. Mikey goes reluctantly out and runs back into the house. I read a lot, pass the time at the computer and do little else. Alex Kapocius sent an email with the parable of the Clay Balls. I had seen the story before, it has been around quite a while. I think it is worth sharing and so I sorted through the many web sites on which it was found and linked to the one which had an attractive presentation.

Wednesday was an improvement ... still too cool but sunny. I had downloaded a lot of transactions into my new Quicken program and went through them assigning categories to them to insure that they will be recorded properly particularly those which effect my taxes. The more I use the program, the more I see it's advantages over my old Microsoft Money. The last of Sunday's prime rib disappeared in another sandwich for lunch. It will be back to mere mortal food at lunch time for the rest of the week.

 


No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt

 

. Thursday was sunny and even less cool than the previous day. Bible study was interesting and spirited. (No pun intended) I stopped at Walgreen's on the way home because I needed some Benadryl tablets for Mikey's allergies. I have been giving him half a tablet every day but he has been developing "hot spots" in his coat so I will up his dose to a whole tablet every day. I also got a gallon of milk which will delay my visit to the Jewel until next week. I haven't been grocery shopping since before Easter. No need!  There were Easter leftovers and then leftovers for lunch this week and the freezer still has adequate vittles for some time. It appears I over-bought on my last trip. Thank God for the modern refrigerator and freezer.

I had reason to reflect on my life and I continue to be amazed and humbled on how I, and my children, have been welcomed into both the Cecora/Lossner family and the Copeland family. I am without words to describe how I feel. I have told people that I went looking for my roots and I found a forest but what I found is more like a garden ... a garden of lovely and lovable people.  They all bring joy to this old man's heart.   God has been so good to me and continues to shower me in the goodness of my family, both the ones I have known all my life and the recently discovered. This also extends to the friends I have at church and even to some cyber friends, people whom I have never even met in person. People are good. Thank you God.

It was warm enough Thursday afternoon to do a little cleanup in the yard. That seemed to prod my feeble ambition into a half mile walk on the treadmill while expanding my mind with the History channel. After that I had to rest my body in the recliner while still trying to exercise my mind but a nap carried me away.

 


No one grows old by living,
only by losing interest in living.

~ Marie Beynon Ray

 

Life and living continue to amaze me. I mentioned above that I had not been grocery shopping for some time, When I do go it is always to the Jewel Store. They are not the cheapest but they have the brands I like and I know where everything is. I am like an old dog and you just don't change his feed or he'll refuse to eat. But ... not having been to the store had unexpected results. On Thursday Jewel Food Co announced that they were cutting prices by 20%. It must be that they missed me. So, if you shop at Jewel, or would like to, you can thank me for the lower prices. I had no idea I had that much power! 

Seriously,  many like to shop at Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart in my area has narrow aisles and is always in disarray. Disorderliness, to me, equates to un-cleanliness. We used to get our prescriptions there but more often than not they would only partially fill the order and we had to return for the remainder. No, ... convenience is important to me, probably too much. I had occasion to stop for a couple items at a local drug store recently. I don't go there much either and that is because it is not a pleasant experience. There is always the same person at the checkout counter and she is the most unpleasant person I have ever encountered. As hard as I have tried, I have never been able to leave her with a smile. I don't think I have ever seen her with one. She seems to hate her job and has no patience with her customers. I feel sorry for her and her family ... if she has a family. Maybe her shoes don't fit right? We should pray for her.

It will be over 80 degrees today. The loud thunderstorms last night ushered in the change. This morning it is sunny and you can smell spring in the air. Anthony and Joe are planning to come by after baseball practice this afternoon and bring the patio furniture out of the shed as well as the good summer furniture for the gazebo. I expect to enjoy some reading out there this afternoon. Mikey has started chasing rabbits again but he does it selectively. Sometimes he just watches them and at other times he will chase them around the perimeter of the garden and then through the yard until it will exit under the fence. He goes as fast as his little legs will propel him but of course the little rascals always out pace him with ease. Sometimes they seem to slow up a bit so as not to discourage him to much. I believe they enjoy the game.

 


Knowledge is power but enthusiasm pulls the switch.

~ Ivern Ball

 

And so, life goes on. To some it is a game. I think not. Shakespeare compared it to a stage and we, the actors. I think not. To me, life is a precious gift and the opportunity to share in God's creation, continuing that creation by contributing to it in a positive way. Life is full of paradoxes because ultimately it is a spiritual thing and the spiritual does not follow the rules of materialism. To get love, we must share the love God gave us. To get respect, we must first give it. To have success we must live as if it is already with us. To have happiness we must stop looking for it because we always look in the wrong (materialistic) places. All these things will not only find us but will be showered down upon us if we are willing to share them with others. I have found that the more I give away, the more I get. That includes love, money, respect, happiness ... anything ... but especially love, and Love is the most precious of all.

 Suffice to say .... 

I am blest
I am  anointed
I am  overjoyed

  
Be more kind than you need to be 

Grandpa Don Plefka

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