Alifair Anderson - 95 Sept. 8th
Thelma Page - 91 Aug. 15th
Nora Qualkenbush - 91 Aug. 18th
Coen Beatty - 89 Aug 5th
Delphene Beaty - 88 Aug. 22nd


From Burlington, Vermont
She lived with her husband for fifty years
and died in the confident hope of a better life
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I know you have come to kill me, shoot coward, you are only
going to kill a man.
Facing his assassin, Mario Teran, a Bolivian soldier
Ernesto “Che’ Guevara, died October 9th 1959
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A good story
A man noticed a youngster carrying a small boy and he said to him “ son, that
little boy is too heavy for you to carry.” The boy said “he ain’t heavy, he’s
my brother.”

Some time ago while riding
in the car with my wife a young girl laid on the horn and gave her the finger
when she passed. Billie had done nothing wrong except perhaps being a little
too slow for the young lady. Seems like us senior citizens are always taking
the blame for things, real or imaginary.
I would like to point out that it was not the senior citizen who took:
The melody out of music
The pride out of appearance
The romance out of love
The commitment out of marriage
The responsibility out of parenthood
The learning out of education
The civility out of behavior

The Sol and Della (Beatty) Walters family. I am not sure who the babies are but the girl on the left is Carol, then Opal and Harold. Carol and Opal attended several of the Beatty reunions. The Walters family came out of Hawkins county, TN and were neighbors of the Beattys.

Taken in Indianapolis about 1950, Living children of Oliver and Elizabeth (Dillard) Beatty
From the left; Roy Beatty, Lula (Beatty) Byrum, Arnold Beatty, Ida (Beatty) Abel, Raymond Beatty and Pearl (Beatty) Thacker. They were my Aunts and Uncles.
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Not long before she died my Mom told me this little story.
Don and I slept in the same bed and she said one night after she ran us off to
bed she could hear us talking. I said “ I ain’t afraid of nothing, not even
the Devil.” Don’s reply was “you’re afraid of Jimmie Taylor.” Whereupon I said
“You are too.”
Jimmie Taylor was an old man who lived in “Grapevine Holler” and he had a
beard that reached down to his stomach. We gave him a wide berth when we saw
him coming.
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