"I'd rather laugh with the sinners, Than cry with the Saints........, The Sinners are much more fun........ Only the good die young!" Billy Joel, in the song he wrote dedicated to a Catholic girlfriend (he is Jewish). "Only the good die young". Frank
I miss Ike and all of his wonderful stories and cheerfulness, too. He and my dear friend , Ina, were close friends here, and gave each other a lot of support. Ina always told me how much that Ike helped her, especially with her deep depression from losing her husband and son, and I imagine that Ina was probably a comfort to Ike as well. I like to imagine that the two of them are sitting out in some sunshiny place in Heaven, and entertaining each other with their stories up there now.
Hi to All that are still missing Ike !! <3 ... this is Bethanne his daughter, I am so sorry for not keeping in touch. I finally found his I D & password to this site. I am going to try to find where I left off on his stories and continue them , ... If I don't have computer / internet issues. It's been a problem around here lately !!! Hope everyone is doing well during this crazy year !!!
OK , I think I found the next Ike story ... Cowboy Movies Nearly Kill Me Everything I shouldn't know I learned in movies. My left arm was barely healed from my breaking it while trying to jump from the hay loft and grab a rope, sliding to the ground like a movie hero I saw, when I saw another great western movie with lots of Indians in it. In the movie, the most awesome thing was when the Indians shot flaming arrows into the fort. That made me remember I had an old bow in my closet. A few target arrows too. So, one fine day, I hauled out my bow, my two arrows and headed for our junk yard behind the barn lot. My plan was simple. Tie something around the arrows, dip the ends in oil or gas, light one and let it fly. What could go wrong ? In the junk I found an old rubber inner tube. Cutting a strip off it, I wound the strip around the arrow shaft's front end and loosely tied it. Then I dipped the arrows end in a small can of gas I brought along and lit it. I let the rubber burn until it was getting runny and smoking nicely, nocked my arrow, drew back and let it fly. the arrow arched nicely out into our front pasture, splashing down in the creek. The runny, burning rubber however, slid back off the arrow shaft when the arrow was suddenly released, falling off and sticking to my left arm. Ike saw me run screaming around the barn arm afire, to the water tank and dive in. I was sitting in the water, sobbing like a baby when Ike got there. My arm was red, blistering and black where the rubber was stuck to it. Ike took me right in to see the doc without telling anyone. After the doc salved up my burns and wrapped my arm, he ordered Ike to bring me back the next day for another look. Then he asked, can't someone keep this kid away from cowboy movies? Adding heaven help us all if he ever gets a gun and horse. Ike bought me an ice cream soda then took me home to face the music. Gramps wondered if those movies showed any scalping and if it was safe to let me around knives. Dad just asked how much longer was I gonna think I was Red Ryder or someone. My arm healed but has a big scar tissue area. Great days, those.
It is wonderful to hear from you again, Bethanne ! Loved the story about the flaming arrows, and I could visualize it as I was reading along. Also, since you have the sign-in information, you should be able to change the password if you want, to something that is easy for you to remember. Click Ike’s name at the top right corner, and a little box will open for preferences and changes, and password is near the bottom left option.