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New Years Resolution

My New Year Resolution is: to post more on my blog to keep my friends more up to date with what is going on with me and my photography.

With that being said I also have to be careful because of my Aerial competition, the ones close by don’t tell much and they sure have pumped me for questions and then one has screwed me on a job so my honesty with these guy has been lost, not telling them a thing and sure want have anything to do with the guy who burned me.  Now the other people who I am not a threat too are so very helpful and wonderful to work with and so free to share there great information!  Thank you for that!

Now for today’s happening  SNOW we have SNOW and I am not talking an inch I am talking about 6 inches!  How kool is that?  So I have shoveled a path out and have time to work with my images and ideals that I have.   I will share them in the future but I have to be careful.  So I took some phone shots of the snow and that reminded me to remove thumbnails and some other images off the phone and now back at posting the images.  So now that I have this posted I am moving on to adding more images to my phone.

Till next week

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Vietnam Veterans Memorial Moving Wall, Manchester,TN October 2009

I was up in Manchester last night and went by the Vietnam Memorial Wall over at Westwood Junior High School.  It had rained all day and was clear for the opening and the crowds.

Here is a panorama of the wall

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Second Place at the October Brentwood Camera Club meeting

Well I worked hard finding the right gas station and it was up in Liepers Fork and it as Netts County store.

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My Visit To Grace Chapel Leipers Fork, TN

I was invited to Grace Chapel in Leipers Fork for Sunday service.  The church compared to Leipers Fork is so much more than I expected.  It is one of the new generation types, I would guess there were somewhere around 600 to 800 people at the service.  So as I sat there and listened to the music and the message they were singing, my thoughts took be back to when I was in my teen’s and visiting my Grandmother up in McMinnville, she lived 11 miles out highway 56.  We would make the rounds and visit my cousin Tom Roach up Hills Creek.  Tom was a farmer and one of the toughest men I have know.  The day he died, he loaded 40 bales of hay on the wagon to feed his cows and he was around 75 then.  He would take me Deer hunting in the hills around his house,  he could out walk me and he was 50 years my senior.  So during one of our visits a woman had passed in the community and so some of the men in the  got together and hand dug the grave, well of course I wanted to see what that was all about, well as a teenager I ended up help digging a grave for the woman.  Now I am sure it was a common thing many many years ago, but I am now 55 and I bet I could say that most people my age have never done that before.  So then we attended the service of the woman and hymns  along with the preaching from a very small country church combine that with the other small country churches I have attended in my life,   I think I have gone the circle in how people worship god.  They all the love him and they all care, but there are so many shapes, sizes, and delivery of the message it all still remains the same.  They move the congregation  in their own special way. Always delivering the message of God to them.  The music that was played and sung in Grace Chapel was moving and you could feel it in the air and the congregation.  There was a visiting preacher, and he delivered the message like most others.

Tullahoma Board Meeting

Well I was want to be appointed to the Local Airport Authority this past Monday night, but a  lady and she is a realtor and president of the local Chamber beat me out.  So let see, I have been a pilot for 39 years, own and run several business in Tullahoma, my family business has only been here for 58 years.  I do aerial photography, I use my PLANE and fly from the TULLAHOMA AIRPORT weekly.   I was chairman of the authority after my dad died from 1980 to 1984.  I have own my Cessna 182 since 1977….mmmm so what do you think is more important to a community?  Someone appointed because she is ????  Or someone else that has the qualifications?   Does not make sense to me except I a have gotten up and spoke my mind to things that have happen in the past, tryed to honest about what I said and I know I stepped on toes, but all I spoke was the facts as I saw them.  If you know me, you know where I am coming from.  All I can do is wait for a new mayor and see what happens.  So this is another way our government works, and we don’t do anything to make change, because too many people benefit from things personally.  It is a shame but that is how we have let things happen.

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The Pasting of Maggie Miller

I got a chance at a job down in Tortola  BVI, because of a friend Bob Prescott. I was there for a year and a half, it was a good job till you threw in drunks, cry babies, and guys who lied only to better themselves and to put down others . One of the first trips down there I went to Mulligans bar, it at the front of Nanny Cay, and that is when I met Maggie. She was this attractive, smiling, nice, friendly lady. It was such a pleasure to meet her. And after that I would drop by for a beer and visit sometimes, the bar was on the other end of the island so it was not on the path home. I always notice a white Ford ranger with these home made tool boxes on the side, and well you don’t want to know what I was thinking. Turns out it was Jeff’s.  Then after several months down there working I finally meet Jeff.  Jeff was the type of guy that when you met him you knew instantly how nice of a guy he was!   Well he started working with us over on Peter Island and I got to be close friends with him, we would kid around and have great talks. He is a skilled man that works hard and knows what he is talking about. He was some one you could respect, and at the end of the day he was your friend too. Well he would bring chile mac to work and tease me ( I love Chile Mac), and I would bring egg sandwiches in the morning and share.  I was even invited one night for a chile mac supper!  Of course most of the time it was Jeff and I that showed up on time, the other supervisors were still drunk and would not show till the 10 o’clock boat. I can remember one time that Jeff was having a hard time with propane fired hot water heaters and they just would not work. Bob, the guy who got me the job, called Jeff a failure and something else but it was an uncalled for insult, Bob was good at passing unfounded insults , Jeff and I talked about it and Jeff typed up a letter and quit because of it. Jeff was in a better position than I was, he and Maggie had moved to Tortola, me I was just there for the work and that had I quit I would have payed the IRS dearly so I put up with Bob being a drunk, insulting and belittling. When Bob got the letter he back stepped and asked Jeff to stay on and I hope Jeff made him sweeten the pot. But from that day on I looked up to Jeff and what he stood for. Jeff has my utmost respect in so many ways.

And that brings me to the call I got today from my good friend Cecilia about Maggies Untimely Death. I had to wait till the afternoon to call Jeff, but I could not put it off any longer, I cried as I talked to Jeff and I am crying now because of Jeff’s lost and how much it hurts that someone as nice as Jeff to lost someone they love. It just broke my heart to hear that Maggie was gone. I told Jeff that I was at a lost for words and he just asked for prayers and that his Maggie was there with him. God took this good mans sweet wife and we will really never know why. But Maggie and Jeff were made for each other and that was something that I respect too. He and Maggie should have grown old together, he deserved it and so did she! I will pray for Jeff and I hope it will make his grief a little easier. The funny thing is that just last week I was grocery shopping and saw a box of Chile Mac and thought I need to make some and take a picture of me sitting in front of it and send it to my old buddy Jeff. I will never forget Maggie and god bless you Jeff.

Added: 8-24-09 Been thinking about my post on Maggie, and how I talked about Jeff, I don’t know if you gathered from what I was saying but he is a man you can rely on.  We had to over come challenges that on any other job ( if managed right) you would not.  Jeff stood above us all, and way above others on Peter Island.

Here is words from a song by Nickleback, I think it fits how we could live our lives because of what could happen to us at any time.

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day’s a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day

Against the grain should be a way of life
What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try
So live like you’ll never live it twice
Don’t take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it’s never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin’ stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

Update!!!

Maggie

Maggies Obituary

Margaret “Maggie” Miller

Margaret Susan Miller, 43, of Tortola, British Virgin Islands passed away unexpectedly on August 16, 2009.  She was born on November 16, 1965 in Oregon, Ohio to Nicholas and Margaret Balasz.  Maggie married her high school sweetheart, Jeff Miller on August 29, 1987.  She worked various places over the years before moving to the islands, including Michael’s Catering, the U.S. Post Office and NuCentury Textile Services.  Most recently Maggie worked as a barmaid at Captain Mulligan’s beach bar in the British Virgin Islands where she had lived the last 5 years.  Maggie enjoyed life and was the life of the party.  She loved to entertain friends, laugh, dance and have fun.  She will be dearly missed by her family and friends.

Margaret is survived by her loving husband of 22 years, Jeff; mother, Margaret Balasz; brother, Nicholas Balasz; sisters, Sophia (Jim Kralik) Balasz, Rose (Bob) Stewart, Florence (Joel) Steinmetz and Mary (Brian) Grosse; brothers and sisters-in-law; Dan (Sandy) Miller, Tom (Sandy) Miller, Ken (Nancy) Miller, Cheri (Dan) Kneisley and Ogie (Peggy) Miller.  She is also survived by many nieces and nephews, her island friends and K-9 companion, Trixie.  Maggie was preceded in death by her father, Nicholas Balasz and mother and father-in-law, Betty and Ferdinand Miller.

Friends may visit Freck Funeral Chapel, 1155 S. Wynn Rd. in Oregon (419) 693-9304, on Friday, September 11, 2009 from 2-9 p.m.   Funeral services will begin in the funeral home on Saturday at 9:15 a.m. and continue on with the Mass of Christian Burial in St. Ignatius Church at 10 a.m.  Burial will follow in St. Ignatius Cemetery.  Memorial contributions may be made to the “Margaret Miller Memorial Fund”.

www.freckchapel.com


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