How to do it 09.20.16

It is true that each of us learn from experiences, and that is today’s topic.

If you touch something hot, you learn quickly that it is hot, and not to repeat that action, “learned from experience”.

We go to school and experience the learning process. You may want to consider all the interactions and experiences you had while in school. Not only what the teachers presented, you learned from their actions and reactions. Think of the things you learned from class mates and others you met in school, after school and school events. I can’t speak for you, but I learned more from the other students than I did from the teachers.

We learn from experiences with our parents. What we learn from parents (good and not so good) will last throughout our life. I learned many things that I have used throughout my life, even though I did not understand that I was learning at the time. My parent’s actions and reactions are with me still today.

I believe children should have two parents! Consider a child with one parent, he / she receives half as much interactions (experiences). Even though it is a one sided experience, it is better than no experience, but not as good as two. Often the one parent may be bitter, and may unknowingly express this bitterness to the child.

            Consider, what occurs if there are no parents. The child may be put in foster home/s and those experiences, even the good ones, or no substitute for real parents. Possibly the child is raise by grandparents who sometimes are just too old, or too tired to provide the necessary guidance for a young person.

            We learn from interactions of those we choose to associate with. This applies to all stages of our life. As children, we should be involved with other good kids. All children will at some point associate with a less than desirable kid. How the good kid responds will often depend on their experiences with their parents.

            There is an old saying that goes something like this, “you are known by the company you keep”. You are influenced by those same people, and these experiences are likely to form your actions and thoughts, now and in the future. It is almost impossible to associate with others (friends, co-workers, family) without being influenced, either negatively or positively by their actions and comments.

            Again, this applies to all stages of our life. Although we would like to believe, as adults, we would choose to associate with upstanding people, and that when we were in the presence of less than upstanding people, we would not be influenced by their actions or comments.  We are influenced by others even when we think we are not.

            Being aware of the fact that others influence us, is the only way we can be sure that the influence is what we want it to be. Being aware is our key to developing our own attitudes.

            For those of you with children, being aware of all their interactions with others is an impossible task, but that should not keep you from being aware of as much of their interactions as possible.

            Parents, you must set good examples all the time. How do you do this, by remembering that your children are watching and learning from all your actions and comments?

            Want to learn what is going on in your child’s life, find a way to talk with your kids in a non-serious manner. Conversations that seem casual will provide you with much good information. When someone is not guarded, adults or children, they are apt to open up in their comments.

           

In summary;

Being aware is the key to developing your own attitude!

Being aware and being there, is the key to helping your children develop their attitudes.

Don Ford

Managers 09.15.16

            This tale is about managers and or management.

            “Many are called but few are chosen”, and some of them should not have been.

            There will be a couple parts to this story, although there could be many. This tale has to do with two situations.

First, we will address the situation here at the Ford Homestead. Our Grounds keeper has read a couple of my posts and now wants to be called, “The Grounds Manager”! Initially I was against this but after some careful consideration, I have decided to be benevolent and change his title. He is now officially, “The Ford Homestead Grounds Manager”. (I decided to give in on this demand, as it keeps him from asking for a pay increase!) .

Second, deals with a situation that occurred yesterday. As I was filling in for The Grounds Manager, watering the flower in the front yard, I noticed a young man walking down the street with a clip board in his hand. Now this fellow appeared to be early twenties. There was no question as to what he was doing, he was attempting to sell new windows. Any of the homes that has new windows he would walk past but those that do not have new windows he would knock on their door.

These so called sells people are seen in the neighborhoods almost every month. As I water the flowers, I observed his actions and interactions with the few people who came to the door. Many of the people in this area have already had new windows put in so these sells people do more walking than selling. As he was attempting to pass in front of my house I called out to him and asked if he was selling windows, to which he replied, yes.

I asked if he would answer a question for me, and he said he would. I asked why he did not ride a bike. He said, he would be stopping often to talk with homeowners. I noted that most of the homes on this street, and I would assume most of the streets in this area of town where the homes are 35 or more years old, have new windows. He acknowledged that many do have new windows, which means he would just walk past that home.

He then said, my manager lets me out on a street and I start walking and looking. I then provided him with information, which he could give to his manager as a possible way to save money. I had his attention.

1.     Provide bikes to the sells personnel. The sells person would be able to cover two or three times the area per hour which would provide them with two or three times the opportunities to sell.

2.     One person covering the area that two or three people would normally cover, would mean they would not need as many sales people, which is a cost savings.

3.     Keep all the sales people and cover two or three times the area, in the same amount of time.

The young man smiled and thanked me for the idea and went on his way. I doubt that he would approach his manager with the idea, and I assume he thought that I was just some senior person that has nothing else to do other than talk to strangers.

Once a manager, always a manager.

 

These photos were taken on a cloudy day. 

 

The weather seems to be just right for roses. Click on a photo to enlarge.

Manage your life wisely!

Don Ford

F Y I 09.14.16

            As an FYI, the grounds keeper is doing well, he has two more weeks and then he should be considered totally recovered.

            We sent him to town yesterday to get a water filter for the Ice Box (refrigerator for those younger folks). He procured the filter and installed it without incident.

            Recovered or not, he was required to change out a video camera that was going bad. The camera had some odd colors and spots in the video. He told the story of working from a cement bench which is under the camera location, when he was going to step off this 20 inch high bench he just happened to look down, and there was molly lying where he would have stepped.

            Camera replaced, and settings correctly entered into the VCR, the grounds keeper is heading for the recliner. He can’t trim tree limbs, and the grass don’t need to be mowed so he just sits around like a retired person.

 

May your grounds keeper be energetic!

 

Don Ford

 

 

 

May today be better than your best day, but not as good as tomorrow.

 

 

                  Donald Ford         NARBNL

 

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Our entire life is 09.12.16

            I was sitting in the recliner wishing there was something interesting to do, when the TV person on the so called morning news, began talking about cell phones that are being recalled due to exploding batteries. The statement was something to the effect of, airlines are asking people to turn off these particular phones and not use them or charge them during flights. The one female so called news person said, “Our entire lives are on smart phones, it is devastating to be told the shut them off!”

            I sat there thinking about that statement, “Our entire lives are on the smart phones…” and what a sad state it is, if our entire lives are on these smart phones.

            I have a cell phone on which I get a call or two every week. I also get some unwanted calls (sales calls) that I do not answer. I get a couple text messages every week and I get email over the cell phone (most of the emails are advertisements).

To be honest, whether I am on the computer or cell phone, the emails I receive from people I know, might total 2 or 3 a month. Now that I have considered this, I wonder why I even have access to the internet.

I do occasionally look something up using the cell phone, and I occasionally purchase something using the computer, but to say my life is on the cell phone would be totally wrong.

Let’s change the subject and talk about me! I did mow the front yard of the house, next to our house. I knew the grass was tall, but it was taller and thicker than I had expected. First I use the walk behind mower to get close to the house, fence, basketball goal, tree, and mail box. Then I brought the rider over to do the actual mowing. I was mowing very slow as the grass was very thick. My mower will mow a 42 inch wide path, but I was mowing less than half that amount in each pass.

That yard looks a little better now, but it would have been better if all the cut grass would have been picked up. Nope, I was not going to rake up the cuttings.

            I believe one should, sweep his own porch, before he sweeps his neighbors. I had mowed my yard, before I mowed the neighbors.

Have a great week!

Don Ford

Nuts, I prefer to be called silly 09.10.16

            As the professionally composed title indicates, I would rather be referred to as silly, and not nuts. Yes I am kinda nuts at times, but silly seems to be more politically correct. Oh my, now I am trying to be politically correct! I guess I have gone over the edge!

            I want to show you my pecans, but then I would need a photo, and as you know I only produce, “professional quality photography”. The question now is, “how do I get the quality photo that would show my pecans in a manner that would not only show their size, but also be composed in a manner that in years to come, would show my professional abilities with a camera. I will consider this conundrum and get back to you on the subject.

            On a different subject, the house next door is vacant and the grass is getting tall. I have considered mowing the front yard just to keep the neighborhood looking a little better. I am not sure if I were to go and mow the yard whether I could get into trouble as a trespasser or not. I would first need to walk through the almost knee high grass and look for sticks and other objects that could be hit by the lawn mower blade.

            I thought about using the riding mower but the grass is so deep that it would probably be difficult to mow. I could use the walk behind mower as its blade can be raised a little higher than the rider. I am sure that mowing the yard one time would leave so much cut grass that it would need to be mowed a second time in order to mulch up the clippings from the first cut.

            I have also looked at the back yard too. Yes I would be willing to mow the front yard for free to enhance the neighborhood’s appearance, the back yard is a totally different matter. If they offered $100.00 to mow it I might consider. The back yard is mostly weeds and has almost no grass. The people who lived there never ventured out of the house although they would let their dogs out occasionally to do their business in the back yard.

            As you can see, trying to be a good neighbor would require a lot of work. It is difficult being such a nice person!

            Ok, back to the titled subject of this document. I have been able to get a photo of my pecans, which I believe will show their size, and how healthy they are, along with allowing future generations to see my mastery of the art of photography. Enjoy!

            Clicking on the photo will enlarge it. 

 

                The pecans (nuts) on our little tree are looking real nice this year and as you can see they are large nuts! Let’s hope the squirrels stay away!

Have a great weekend!

Don Ford

                I am silly, and only a little nuts!

9-11 remembered 09.10.16

The following article has been previously posted. I am reposting it today as it is my memories of, “9-11”.

September 11, 2001       by Don Ford

                        I am sure everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing on Tuesday, September 11^th, 2001.

            A friend suggested I might consider putting my memories of that date and the following days, in an article and post it to the blog.

            It should be understood, I was in New York State but not in New York City.

            I was working at the Do it Best Corp’s Service Center, in Montgomery New York, as interim manager.

Montgomery N. Y. is probably best known for Orange County Choppers, they make chopper motorcycles and had a TV show for a while.

As I am sure most would say, that day seemed to be just like any other day until…

I learned of the attack when a supervisor came into the manager’s office and said, “A plane has crashed into the world trade center”.

            To be totally honest, I had no idea what the world trade center was, until that day, never having been in the City of New York.

One of the supervisors had received a call telling him what had happened saying, that is all that’s on the TV.  

            Shocked by such an event, we wanted to see what was happening. I asked where the TV was located. They did not have a TV in the office or break room.  I knew we stocked some portable TVs so I asked the supervisor to get one out of stock quickly and set it in the break room so everyone can see it during break.

            Not having a TV meant they did not have cable either. We attempted to watch this portable TV with rabbit ears for an antenna. The picture was poor but we could see some of what was happening. I remember as most of us were watching and listening to the announcer, there was little if any conversation in the break room.

            They had a radio in the office which was providing additional information.

Two planes had flown into the world trade center buildings. We now knew these were terrorist attacks. We had also learned there was a third plane that evidently had been hijacked, and they were not sure where it was.

I briefly thought, our building is large, what would we do if the plane decided to crash into it. There was nothing we could do, other than evacuate. If we had no advanced notice that a plane was heading our way we could do nothing preemptive.

Some of the staff members had friends or relatives who worked in those buildings. I remember a couple people asked if they could leave and try to find out if their families were ok.  

The FAA was grounding all flights. Those that were already in the air were instructed to land immediately.

We learned somewhat later that the third plane had crashed in a field with no survivors.

Considering all the tragic events unfolding during the day, the staff at the Montgomery center somehow were able to complete that day’s work. I would say they all should be commended for their ability to stay somewhat focused on their work during that day, and the following days. 

All flights were canceled meaning no civilian planes were flying anywhere and they were not saying when they would be allowed to fly again. This meant all travelers (including me) that were relying on flying to their home destination, were just out of luck.

There was a message sent to DIB travelers stating something to the effect, if you are traveling for the company and have a rental car, you should keep your rental car, do not turn it in. You may be required to drive home.

The rental car I had was a full size boat of a car. Even though the company rented smaller vehicles, occasionally the rental company would be out of the size you had requested and you would get something larger. If I were to need to drive home, it would be a long drive but it would be comfortable.

The New York State police were marshaling in the Stewart / Newburgh area, which is just a few miles from Montgomery and where my hotel was. The state police were gathering here before being dispatched to New York City. It was amazing the number of state police vehicles you would see on the roads. There were literally hundreds of state police vehicles in the area. One evening as I was driving to the hotel there were at least five state police cars in front of me and more than that behind me, while there were others driving on the opposite side of the highway. I felt as if I was the misfit in a parade of police vehicles.

Authorities were considering all terrorist possibilities even to the point of having guards stationed at area water reservoirs.  

Unfortunately, during this time of turmoil, one employee pushed another employee which subjects him to termination. After all the necessary calls to the HR department it was decided to terminate this person. During the time this decision was being made, another staff member told me this person had said, “If they think they are going to terminate me they better have the police here”.  

            Being a person who likes to accommodate the wishes of others, I called the police and explained the situation. They explained that they were very busy, but they would send someone over when we were ready to terminate. I explained that we were ready now. In just a few minutes the officer arrived. I remember this officer as, “a walking mountain”, he was big and strong.

We called the employee to the office. When he arrived, the officer walked up to him, got in the employees face and said, this man has something to tell you, sit down and listen.

The officer turned to me and said go ahead. When I finished, the officer got back in this person’s face again and asked, “Do you understand what this man has told you, will I need to come back? The person replied I understand and you will not need to come back. 

After several days there were a few flights taking to the air. The airport at Stewart where I normally would fly into and out of, was still closed.

I received a call from the home office with instructions to go to the Stewart airport the next morning. When I went to return the rental car there was instructions on the closed gate to take the car several blocks away from the airport. A rental car employee brought me back to the airport.

There was an airport employee who met me and another lady outside the building. We were put in a taxi that drove us to an airport near White Planes N.Y.

I should not have been surprised at the amount of security present. We went through a police road block in which the officer looked through the taxi and the trunk before allowing us to get close to the airport. The two of us got out of the taxi and went into the airport to check in. I checked my suit case for the flight home and they opened it to be sure there was no bombs or weapons.

I always carry a pocket knife and have done so since I was in the third grade. When I flew, I would put the knife in the suit case and check the bag. The fellow opened my bag and saw the knife. He immediately called his supervisor and a police officer to see what he found. They looked at the knife (it wasn’t a small pocket knife) and then looked at me. I said, the bag is checked, is there a problem? As soon as they realized it was a checked bag, they shut it and patted me down, just to be sure I had no other knives and then let me go through security.

There weren’t many travelers in the airport, I assume only people trying to get back home were flying. As I remember it, there was as many, if not more, uniformed officers and soldiers in the airport as there were civilian travelers.

The flight from White Planes to an airport just outside New York City (I can’t remember which airport it was) was very short. As we were beginning to descend to the airport I looked out the window to see the New York sky line, and I thought I might see the remains of the two buildings. I did not see the destruction, what I did see was a military jet plane flying on the right side of our plane. It was a little unsettling to know that he was there to keep our plane away from flying into a building.

We landed safely, I along with the other passengers went into the airport. I found my gate and took a seat. There were National Guard Soldiers and police carrying guns throughout the building. There was no one talking, very little noise of any type, everyone was very sober acting. I sat in my seat the entire time without saying a word.

I am here to tell you, I was more than happy when we boarded the plane heading away from New York. My flight took me through another airport but I can’t remember if it was Philadelphia or Chicago. I can say I was much happier when we were descending to the Dallas airport. All the flights that I took that day were late starting and arriving.

Arriving at the Dallas airport I saw extra security and even though they were on high alert the atmosphere was not as intimidating as the New York air ports.

The flight from Dallas to Waco which only takes about 25 minutes left Dallas after midnight. I arrived in Waco about 1:00am on a Sunday morning. My wife met me at the Waco airport. 

Arriving this late, or early, however you want to look at it, I missed the annual profit sharing meeting. This was the first profit sharing meeting that I had missed during my employment at DIB. I was to receive a service award for thirty years of employment (a ring) at that meeting. My wife accepted the award for me, but it would have been nicer if I could have made it home in time to accept the ring for myself.

                                  

Those are my memories of September 11^th, 2001.

Don Ford                        

It happened this way 09.08.16

            I want to tell the story of my morning stroll but first I will offer an update of our grounds keeper’s health. He has been moving a lot better recently and day before yesterday he was on his knees pulling weeds. Yesterday he started the weed eater and trimmed the front and back yard. He was surprised at how tired he was after about an hour and twenty minutes of work. He made his way to the recliner for a rest period after a quick shower.

            After lunch he decided to mow, which he completed at 2:00pm. He showered and got ready to pick up the grandees after school. This morning he was overheard saying, he is surprised at how tired he is, and that he has sore muscles, after yesterday’s yard work.

Some of his biker friends were planning a ride, but the grounds keeper decided to wait another couple weeks before attempting a ride. He noted that riding is no problem but parking lots with gravel on them can be slippery, and he did not want to attempt to hold up a huge Gold Wing until he is totally back to normal.

Now back to me!

I was walking yesterday morning, when I for some unknown reason, walked toward Texas Ave.  Now Texas Ave. is only one block away from Oklahoma Ave., but there is a world of difference. The traffic on Texas Ave. is hectic, and the drivers don’t share the street with pedestrians. More than once I had to step over the curb on to someone’s yard, to avoid being impacted by some north end of a south bound horse. These are mostly horse’s behinds (both male and female) who are taking their kids to school before going to work.

Those so called people were not the most unusual thing that happened to me during that one block walk on Texas Ave.! I would not believe this if it hadn’t happen to me. There was a male of the species, on a bicycle, helmet, shorts and all the necessary attire for a professional rider. He was on the same side of the street as me, I am walking down hill and he is riding up hill. He has the bike shifted in to a lower gear as he is peddling kind of fast but moving slow. Did I state that he appeared to be close to my age?

I thought to myself is he going to go around me, or will I need to step off the street for this cyclist. This world class rider was looking down at the road or possibly his front wheel but he was not looking where he was headed. I must assume his slow speed caused him to assume he did not need to look forward.

To make this short story longer, either he saw me and did not care, or he never saw me. At the last second I stepped off the street into a yard and shouted at him, “Maybe you should look where you are going”! The horse’s butt never looked back. I later wished I had used my walking stick to see if his helmet was any good.

May you be attentive to your surroundings!

Don Ford

Squirrels Rabbits and Rooster 09.06.16

            As my reading public knows, I walk for about 30 minutes most mornings. At this time I want to impart unto you, a few observations and or memories.

            First, let me tell you about the rooster.

            It was a nice September morning as I was wondering along Oklahoma Ave. when, to my surprise, I heard the crowing of a rooster. Now had I have only heard it crow one time, I may have considered the sound to be something else. I was privileged to the sounds of this rooster crowing several times.

Why was this a surprise? There is an ordnance against having livestock within the city limits.

What is considered livestock? The ordnance started out for the larger animals such as horses, cows and pigs. Then it was determined that even smaller animals should be included, so basically any domestic animal other than cats and dogs.

Why was this ordnance enacted? There are a several reasons, smell, noise, and the eventual ending of the animal.

What do I mean by eventual ending? Consider this, the neighbor has a rabbit hutch with several female rabbits, and each female has babies, most likely 8 per female. The neighbor kids come over and get to see the rabbits and think the babies are real cute. A few months later these 30 babies are now grown and it is time to butcher them.

The owner grabs the first from the hutch and either using his hand or possibly the handle of a hammer, breaks the rabbits neck. He then skins the rabbit and guts it, all of which was observed by the neighbor kids.

Now the kids tell mommy and she calls the law. As you can see this doesn’t turn out well for anyone. That is why no one is supposed to have livestock.

My dad usually kept rabbits and they were not pets. When the babies were large enough they were butchered and later eaten. Rabbits provide a couple other positive things other than supper. They make fertilizer (rabbit poop) and there are always some real big worms in the poop below the cages, which can be used as fishing bate!

Let’s go to a less stressful but true story, about the squirrel. Now I do not hate squirrels but I would appreciate it if they would only remove the darn acorns from my Homestead and leave the pecans alone. I am thankful for the neighbor two houses down the street, who traps the squirrels and the animal control officer (use to be dog catcher) comes and gets the squirrel and takes it somewhere and turns it loose. Yes, they probably come back in a few days.

Yesterday, as I was talking to my sister in Missouri via phone, I observed a young squirrel cross the street and come into my yard. I was sitting in the rocker so I could not do much to discourage him, but I did wave my arms and wish that Charlie would have been there to chase the squirrel away. This varmint approached the red oak tree to my right and ascended it. I continued to observe his progress as he went from one tree to the next. When he jumped onto the third oak tree I was a little bit happier because he wasn’t heading for the pecans.

The trespasser had now descended to the lower part of the tree where he observed me for a few moments. His stare was deliberate, and I believe he was attempting to intimidate me.

Then it happened, he jumped from the tree to the bird bath and again stared at me. With reckless abandon, he took a drink, occasionally looking at me to see if I was going to react.

Finished with his drink, he jumped from the bird bath and shook his tail at me several times, then returned across the road from wince he came. Not even a thank you for the water!

            That’s it from The Ford Homestead.

May the animals in your life appreciate you!

Don Ford