Congratulations to Hager Construction as they wrapped up the second quarter honors on the Town and Country League.
Just a reminder to the teams who have not signed up for the Christmas Tournament: we still have some good times available for the tournament. These must be a five-person team and can be mixed. Stop in or call for available spots.
Some nice split conversions this week were: Bonnie Cronk, 6-7; Audrey Maes, 6-7-10; Mickie Kuehl 5-10; Tracy Lawson 4-10 and Dylan Dikeman 4-7-10.
• 1955 Song of the Day: “Sixteen Ton” – Tennessee Ernie Ford
• 1971 Song of the Day: “Kiss an Angel Good Morning” – Charlie Pride
• 1979 Song of the Day: “Happy Birthday Darlin’ ” – Conway Twitty
• 1917 – Congress passed the 18th Amendment to the Constitution, prohibiting alcohol. It was ratified in 1933.
• 1956 – Bud Collyer, bow tie and all, hosted the first episode of “To Tell the Truth”.
Merry Christmas to all, to All us Old’s
‘Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bed-sock was taped to each walker in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth
And from them she’d crafted a holiday wreath.
The bedpans so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle’s magnificent glow.
Our supper, so festive (the joy wouldn’t stop)
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great;
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like “Where are You Living?” and “What are Your Names?”
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we’re all so deaf that it just didn’t matter.)
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
‘Twas just our director, all togged out in red,
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our Social Security checks had arrived.
We sang, how we sang, in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
While nurses distributed our nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
We wish you the best.
Merry Christmas to you all!! – Leaker, Cheryl, and the gang from Leaker’s Place
Religious Rockpile Readers of the Week
Helen Maes of Glenwood City, Wisconsin.
Have a cute story or joke?
P.O. Box 213
Glenwood City, WI 54013
or you can email: Leaker@cltcomm.net