A sense of warmth and cosiness in the Heart of America

Location: Mount Vernon, Ohio, United States

I enjoy good, clean humor. I enjoy listening to people. I like to sit and watch sunsets and holding Terri's hand. I like to spend time with friends.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Galactica BattleStar Trek War Prophecies and the Obama Space Conspiricies

A long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long,  time ago (about 44 years at least) the Prophecies of the Holy Mackerel Space Force began to warn us that an evil overlord who many would believe to be a Force for good, would became a pawn of evil and about the impending doom we are about to face.  They now are coming true and our time is short. In light of the current news,Obama Halts Space Program it has become quite clear what he is up to. He doesn't want us to see what the International space station will become!!
I will present the evidence as it has been foretold to us:

This was the 1st Prophecy: 

What they foresaw was 


will become

The second prophecy involved mechanical men.
became these

Prophecy cont.

Then the 3rd Prophecy: We all know what General Electric makes:

So then as prophesied by the Galatican Prophecies:


They foretold of an evil emperor

and she has held great power!!!

But FEAR NOT, They also foreshown to us hope and help!

will become

We have a heroine predicted

And she came

Then we had

and he came too

But the most telling prophecy we should have paid attention to 
was about a boy born of suspicious circumstances and questionable credibility who would grow up to not be able to handle the power given to him

and this

What further proof do we need than this?

 We have been warned!! May the FORCE BE WITH US!!


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A Springtime Resurrection (retold)

Dear Friends, relatives and coworkers,

Over the last few years we have unfortunately seen too many friends and acquaintances seperate, after extended periods of marriage. Below is a note I just wish to share with some of you about an experience that changed my perspective and thus my life, that I hope may give all of you something to think about.
Thanks for your friendship, fellowship cooperation and consideration.
God bless you and Happy Easter

A Springtime Resurrection
(lessons learned of love and life that I learned from death)
Ken Farnham

For the last 20years, I am somewhat nervous in anticipation of the changes of spring and what it brings in March. Although it is my wife’s birth month, it also contains the anniversaries of my parents passing away. During the Easter vacation time of 1986, I was at work (instead
of vacationing) when I got the phone call from Terri, saying that my father was comatose in a hospital in Arizona, due to some complications after the removal of his gall bladder. We all packed up and flew out to Arizona, where we met my brother and tried to comfort my mother. My brother and I went to the hospital, where we were informed that my father did not have any brain waves and was kept alive solely by mechanical means. We decided to have the cords removed, so I went back to be with my mother and my brother stayed there with my father. He
called shortly afterwords to say that my father had finally passed away.
We did not expect my mother to survive my father, due to her having scleroderma, a degenerative disease that affected her connective tissue. She needed a lot of assistance, which my father usually provided. But due to the abundance of services available where she lived, and out of the goodness and kindness of many friends and relatives, my mother was able to continue to live on her own in herhome for 2 more years!
In late 1987 or early 1988 however, she called and told us that she felt she needed to move to be closer to us. We moved her to an independent living center here in Mount Vernon, where she made new friends. It also turned out to be a great opportunity to reacquaint ourselves with each other, seeing that we have not lived near each other for over 16 years! It was a time of
catching up and reminiscing.
On Thursday, March 30th, 1989, I was on my next-to-my last day as building principal for the school for the mentally handicapped here in Mount Vernon. It was a position that I detested and was anxious to leave. I had just about lost my sanity, my wife, my family and any desire to remain in the field of education. I was planning to clean off my desk so my replacement would have someplace to work at the following Monday. That afternoon I was at the local hospital with a student, whom we suspected was sexually molested by a relative. I went with the child and the social worker in order to step in if there were problems with the relative. I returned late that afternoon to the school to find out that there was a call from the retirement center where my mother lived.
They said I should come to her apartment right away. They said mom was very weak and not feeling well. When I got there, they said they had called the squad and that they would be there shortly. My mother was weak and quiet but talking. She was saying how she had dreamt about my father previous that week and how he was walking in a forest and wanted
her to come along. I drove her car to the hospital following the ambulance. The student and family and social worker I was with earlier, were still there, but I had no interest in talking to them. The nurse and doctor came in and did some preliminary tests and said that my
mother should be transferred to a Columbus hospital, because they did not have the facilities to deal with her condition in Mount Vernon.
I phoned Terri and told her I was going down to Columbus. It was dark and drizzling, and it was a long slow drive to Columbus. The ambulance did not even turn on its flashers. We arrived early evening in the darkness. The hospital staff were not sure where to put my mother, due
to the emergency rooms being full. She was placed in an area, which was cold and dimly lit, away from the main emergency room. There were 2 other patients in beds partially surrounded by hospital curtains across from my mother: a man handcuffed to the bed with a security officer by
his side; another bed had an elderly man, probably in his 80’s or 90’s, with no one else with him.

The time passed slowly. There was a young female intern doctor, who seemed somewhat perplexed on what to do with my mother. They did not run many, if any tests. My mother said she was uncomfortable, due to the tightening of her skin on her back. She was susceptible to
bedsores. I went to the nurses station where the doctor was discussing where to place my mother and they decided to put her in the communicable disease wing, where the beds were available. They said it would be a little while before she would be taken there. I asked them if my mother could have something to put under her to soften the bed and an extra blanket.
While we were waiting, I overheard the doctor talking to the man handcuffed to the bed. He appeared to be in his late 40’s early 50’s. They told him his heart was giving out and that there was no more they could do for him. He was sent there to die. The jailer was the only one
to be in a position to offer comfort or solace, but he seemed to have lacked any concern for the prisoner’s fate or condition.
The entire time we were there, the other older gentleman did not move. No one came, no one called about him. I overheard the doctor saying that he probably was not going to make it through the night. They gave me no indication directly on my mother’s status. They transferred my mother to her room around 10pm or so. A social worker came and asked me what we wanted to do. I asked her if we would need to check her into a nursing facility or would she be in the
hospital for a few days. I did not think she would be able to go back to her apartment immediately. I should have picked up on the social worker’s body language and how the social worker said she was not sure where my mother should go when I asked her when my mother was to be released. She “couldn’t give me any prognosis” and there was nothing more coming from the doctors or nurses. I talked with my mother a little longer. She was falling asleep. Oblivious to the “hints” the staff were giving me, I asked if she would be ok overnight and they
just nodded. I told my mother I had to go back and clean off my desk in the morning and that I would be back by lunch that next day.
I drove back in the dark cold mist. It was so late, that none of the roadside fast food restaurants or service stations were open. I went home, kissed Terri good night and planned to get up at 6 to go and “finish my job” at the school. Around 3am, I received a call from the hospital. They said they got my mother up to go to the bathroom and then put her back in bed and then she passed away. I never should have left.

The grief I felt was excruciating, but I learned two things that affected my entire life: First, no job is worth more than family! I stopped being a workaholic and learned to put my family first. On my dying day, it will probably not be my coworkers who will be taking care
of me.
The second and more important impression left with me is the even more importance of people and family. If I wasn’t there, my mother would not have had anyone trying to make her more comfortable in her final hours. She would have been alone, like the other 2 individuals in the
emergency room. I learned that unfortunately in this day and age, there will be many, many more individuals, dying with no one to care for them or care about them. In the last few years, we have had numerous friends and acquaintances separate or divorce. I wish they had seen what I had seen that night. For those who are together, look in your partners eyes and tell them you love them. Learn to forgive. Learn to give. Learn that this life can be lonely and cruel enough, and that we need each other to serve as a shelter and support in the times of trials and
crisis. Work on your marriages, daily. Encourage one another. There are enough problems and faultfinders out in the world. I have yet to find anyone who does not face trials and troubles. For other friends and relatives who are single or have separated, please keep this in mind.
The last few years of having our in-laws nearby, it has been reinforced to me that the marriage vows made at the beginning of a marriage are there for a long time, as a foundation for later years. A house is not built in a day and its strength is dependent upon the foundation it was
built upon. I fear that those who have separated may have a “nearsighted vision” of life and marriage and often are not willing to take the steps for admission of ones own faults and offering
forgiveness to each other. I have yet to find anyone with out faults. I have seen however, too many couples living separate or unfulfilled marriages, thinking their possessions or “friends” will be there to help them in their time of need. Usually it ends up that no one will be there when you don’t invest in each other. Invest in people.

The death of my mother has “resurrected” in me the importance of my love for my wife and family. I pray that you may also know that resurrection in your own life. Imagine what your final day would look like if you were in that same emergency room.

An aside to this also, at this time of Easter, is that you should know that God loves us. He sent us his only Son to tell us that. He sent us His only Son to die in our place. (I would find it far more easier to give my own life up rather than giving my son up to die for a people that showed us no love or concern.) Just to tell us he loves us. What we do with that love is up to us. What we get out of it depends of what we do with His love. If your spouse told you they really loved you and you ignored them or did not speak with them, who is the one that will suffer the most? God Loves you and wants you to know that. He could not have shown us any other way. He could not have loved us any more. As undeserving and as unpleasant and as unloving we are, God showed us His love in a manner that we can never adequately thank Him for His
love. May God bless all of you at this time of Spring and

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

...but we all knew him as a "jerk" (not really)

I am writing this tonight, because just about this time (8:30 pm) on this date 19 years ago we got an unexpected phone call. A call that would change our entire family's life. We had just driven back from a Wycliffe interview in Holmes County, about an hour and a half from Mount Vernon. We had left in the morning on a bright sunny, but cold day. We came home that afternoon in a blinding blizzard, having to pass a stalled semi truck on a hill, with no visibility. We were interviewing with Wycliffe Bible Translators to see if we would be a good match. They were wanting to send us to Papua New Guinea. We really wanted to go to Germany.
Let me backtrack a moment. The young man on the right of the picture was a friend from Ashland College, who was involved with the Christian fellowship there. He played guitar and sang, quite well in fact. He and Terri had gone on a date or 2, but not much else. His name is Wes Collins.
Later on he met a young lady that really caught his fancy, and her name was Nancy. (How's that for poetry). They got married in June of 1975. We were fortunate to attend their wedding

Years had gone by and we had looked into going into the mission field over the years, but no one was interested in my skills as a special education teacher and they weren't willing to risk me, due to my having MS.

But time passed and we eventually tried again to check into mission service about the time my mother passed away in 1989.

So back to the phone call. We just arrived home, fairly tired from a difficult trip when the phone rang. It was Wes. They had been doing translation work in a village called Comitancillo in the remote mountains of Guatemala. The children were in a education program called the Field Education Service (FES) and 2 of the teachers were leaving. If they couldn't get replacements, Wes and Nancy would have to return to Guatemala City and work on the translation project there so the kids could get a decent education. So he was just wondering if we would be interested in filling those slots. Let's see? Interview today? Call from Wes in dire need of teachers that evening? Guatemala.... Germany... They both started with "G". Why not? Terri had studied Spanish in high school and college. I knew no Spanish. (BTW- we had actually bought end of the season winter jackets for the kids and I had gotten German language tapes out of the library) because we were going to Germany, or so we thought.
So after a whirlwind support raising trip that spring, we had arrived in Guatemala August 1, the same day Sadam Hussein invaded Kuwait. I'm not sure if Guatemala felt like they got the bad end of the stick with me coming down there!
So here they are: Wes, Isaac, Molly, Nancy and Elisa

Here we are as we prepared to go.
The experiences of Guatemala were life changers for our family. It has only struck Terri and I the last few years in that we took the only grandchildren that her parents had to a 3rd world country that was still dealing with remnants of the cold war guerilla warfare.
There are many stories of Jugo Mam (Hugo Mom is how it is pronounced; meaning "juice of the Mam" the language group they were working with) apple cider, eating chicken necks, getting little sleep in the "not so quiet" villages, carrying 500 lb. sacks of corn (or so it felt when you also have amoebic dysentary), and meeting many, many, many wonderful people, whom we now call friends and many more wonderful memories.
Who would have ever guessed that a friendship with a guitar playing "greaser" would affect us in a deep and profound manner. It was a blessing and continues to be so.
Wes and Nancy now "commute" to Peru, where he is teaching nationals from all over South America translation skills. Their translation is finished and unforturnately we have never been to any of the dedication ceremonies for any translation. Someday we will.
Our prayers and thanks go out to this wonderful couple and family, because our family is all the richer because of them.
Sooo Isaac, have any good chicken necks lately?

I Post for My Kids

My father didn't talk much as my brother and I grew up. We knew somethings, but not a lot. This is the reason I write this blog: so that Amy and Will and any(?) future grandkids may just know a little about their dad. The rest of you can join in if you wish.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Check one off the "Honey Do" list

Monday, September 15, 2008

Retirement is a "Real Blast"

Terri arranged for the Goodyear blimp to fly directly over our house in honor of my first retirement day.

Terri also arranged a day off for herself too. Our dear friend "Ike" decided to help bring in my retirement.
Our power was out for about 11 hours and our phone for about 22hours. All the local schools were closed (but not Marion's :))
But overall, retirement is great!!!

Retired at last!

Monday, September 01, 2008

As Terri said, "Here's why we won't be moving for awhile."

This one was from my way to work at sunrise on a road close to us.
It looked as if the tassles were on fire.
It was just beautiful.

This is one of the numerous glorious sunsets we see from
our deck in the back.

Monday, July 21, 2008

They're back!!

In a world of uncertainty, inflation and evil run amok,
we don't need Batman, we need
these guys
to help us through these troubling times!!