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The Fight

1 Born To a packing house worker, Whose wife died, Raised two kids With the help of the village, Grandparents were farmers, Great grand parents Were immigrants,  Servanrs , Hires thievex. From Ireand, England, Germany, Holland  (Maybe a little Italian Rooted in Nebraska Near the reservations. DNA Virtually blind, Bothered by nagging pain, Prone to alcoholism, Fighting the call of suicide. 2 Raised To be independent, Self-sufficient, Educated (They can't Take that Away from you,) Wanted to be a musician, An athlete, A preacher, Became a librarian, A bibliophile, An audiophile, A collector. A writer. 3.  The Fight Diet, Exercise, Update your wardrobe, While pinching pennies. Keep up, Don't lose a step, Remember, Don't forget, Keep your train of thought. But you lose a step, Your train of thought, Your mind, Your independence. The sands of time Pummel and Age Until your body's dust And your works are All ...

Faith of My Family

I was in sixth or seventh grade when I was shooting baskets with my friend Steve and he asked me, What are you? I said what? What are you, Catholic or Lutheran or what? I went home and asked my dad and he said Lutheran if anyone asked. That, in a sense, was my Christian education at home as a child. I grew up rather hard on my parents for my lack of Christian upbringing.  this was encouraged by  the evangelical church that I attended as a child.  Today I don't disparage the faith of my parents or the faith of the evangelicals who share "led me to Christ". Both sides of my family were and are essentially nominal Lutherans.  Dad and Mom did not attend church, but when I almost died as a child I was baptized as a Lutheran.  Only two of my aunts went to church for any regular peroid of time. One went to the Presbyterian church in Winnebago, Nebraska, where she taught Sunday School until her children were grown.  The other aunt attended a small Ba...

Cubes

Cubes, Blocks in a room, Cubicles,  Human resources,  Human capital, Interchangeable parts. Cube Work eight hours, Unplug, Log off, And left. To go home,  To cubicles, To spouse units, Child units,  Pet units, Family units. Until the lights dim, Log off, Power down, And get up to do it again.

2020

2020 Time to begin Again. Address book,  Day planner, Paper and pen. No more Zeroes and ones, Hand to book,  Hand to hand Living color,  From the shadows.

Over 19 Years and Not Going anywhere

On 02/29/20 20 I will celebrate 20 years as part of the staff of my library.  This is admittedly a long time if not too long.  Yet I am too young to retire and too old to look for a job at another library.  So do I stay and rot and become a blight on the library and the future library director  I don't think so. Here's my plan to make the rest of my years at my library meaningful. I am putting more emphasis on working with the genealogy and local history section of the library.   Continue to write my library columns and newsletters, as well as writing small chapbooks on local history issues. Do more presentations.  I had been promoting library concerts for several of the last years I will spend more of my time doing presentations of things our patrons would find interest.  to act as a liaison to the arts and humanities communities. Vocalize the importance of libraries to a conservative community.