Terrorists Strike a Frankfort Home

Posted on 11/06/2016 by Grumpa Joe

Late last evening Akkmed Wabbit and his young son Osama bin Wabbit were seen high tailing it out of the garden. This morning Grumpa Joe discovered the attack  while he strolled the Monet Vision with his coffee in hand. “The little bastards just took out sixty dollars worth of petunias. I hope they get indigestion,” he said out loud. He then went inside to plot his revenge.

He should have known better than to plant Petunias, but Joe felt secure after not having seen a Wabbit for several months. Last year the marigolds kept them out. He started to research methods for eliminating Wabbits from gardens. Here is the list of ways he is considering:

  1. DeCon, poison

2  Live trap

3. Rat traps

4. Shotgun

5. Import a coyote

6. Hire a Hawk

7. Plant Marigolds

8. Fence off the flower beds

9. Hire a 24 hour armed guard to chase them away

10. Buy a Beagle and let him patrol the garden.

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Monet Vision-Patriot’s Dream on June 3, 2016

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Monet Vision-Patriot’s Dream eaten by Wabbits, June 11, 2016

A surprise retaliation awaits you little bastards.

 

 

 

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Just Like An Old Barn

Posted on 11/06/2016 by Grumpa Joe

The video below is a little corny, but it evoked a memory of my Grandpa’s farm. He bought the farm after he lost his job in a coal mining accident in southern Illinois. Sometime in the 1920’s, my Dad help him build a barn. Dad used a post and beam frame hewn from logs cut on the property.

As a boy of ten I loved to explore the old building. It had a stall for the cow, and another for  Gramp’s white horse Nellie. The animals were long gone, but the loft still had hay in it, and I often climbed up there looking for adventure.

In the seventies after my siblings and I were married, my brother got the idea the barn was no longer safe. It leaned to one side, the foundation logs were rotted away, and the wooden sides were weathered grey with a red patina. He organized a group of families from his church to help him take it down. That is when he learned how safe the barn remained. It took several men three days to strip the exterior, and to pull the frame over on its side.  Even though the barn looked unsafe, it still had a sound structure.

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Later I learned that my brother’s motive was to use the siding to panel his den. He did, and it turned out amazing. He gave me a memento of my past playground, a picture in a frame made from the barn wood. It hangs in a prominent place in my home, and always will until I die, and then it will pass to my oldest son

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