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By Jim Comstock
My wife and
I had just finished the 150-mile trip home from our daughter's
college. It was the first time in our lives that she would be
gone for any length of time. We wondered how other people had
survived it.
Later in bed, I thought of the time I
started college. My father had driven me too. We rode in the
farm truck. In the back was the trunk I had bought with money
earned by pitching hay that summer. My mother had to stay
behind to keep the cattle from getting into the crops. I, the
fourth in a line of brothers, was the first to go away to
college. My mother cried, and I cried; after we were out of
sight of the farm, I began to feel scared.
The truck was
slow, and I was glad. I didn't want to get to the city too
soon. I remembered how my father and I stopped by a stream and
ate the sandwiches my mother had prepared.
My daughter's
day was different, of course. We stopped at a classy roadside
place and ordered fried chicken. Then we went to the
dormitory, and my wife talked with the housemother. When she
came back, she was wiping her eyes. It wasn't until we were
passing through the next town that she discovered our daughter
had forgotten to take out the portable radio and record
player. I told her she should have put it in the trunk with
the other things, not in the back seat.
Now I heard a
sob beside me. I knew that my wife was thinking about the new
kind of loneliness before us.
My father
didn't let me stay at the dormitory. A room in a private home
was cheaper and better if a student wanted to work his way
through. But I didn't have a room. My father told me that we'd
leave my trunk at a filling station. I could come for it the
next day after I had found a place to stay. We toured the town
a bit, but the traffic confused him. I said maybe I'd better
go on my own.
I shook hands
with my father in the truck. For a long, haunting moment he
looked straight ahead, not saying a word, but I knew he was
going to make a little speech. "I can't tell you nothing," he
finally said. "I never went to college, and none of your
brothers went to college. I can't say don't do this and do
that, because everything is different and I don't know what is
going to come up. I can't help you much with money either, but
I think things will work out."
He gave me a
brand-new checkbook. "If things get pushing, write a small
check. But when you write one, send me a letter and let me
know how much. There are some things we can always sell." In
four years, the total of all the checks I wrote was less than
a thousand dollars. My jobs chauffeuring a rich lady,
janitoring at the library, reading to a blind student, and
baby-sitting professors' kids filled in the financial gaps.
"You know
what you want to be, and they'll tell you what to take," my
father continued. "When you get a job, be sure it's honest and
work hard." I knew that soon I would be alone in the big town,
and I would be missing the furrowed ground, cool breezes and a
life where your thinking was done for you.
Then my dad
reached down beside his seat and brought out the old, dingy
Bible that he had read so often, the one he used when he
wanted to look something up in a friendly argument with one of
the neighbors. I knew he would miss it. I also knew, though,
that I must take it.
He didn't
tell me to read it every morning. He just said, "This can help
you, if you will let it."
Did it help?
I got through college without being a burden on my family. I
have had a good earning capacity ever
since.
When I
finished school, I took the Bible back to my father, but he
said he wanted me to keep it. "You will have a kid in school
some day," he told me. "Let the first one take that Bible
along."
Now, too
late, I remember. It would have been so nice to have given it
to my daughter when she got out of the car. But I didn't.
Things were different. I was prosperous and my father wasn't.
I had gone places. I could give her everything. My father
could give me only a battered, old Bible. I'd been able to
give my daughter what she needed.
Or had I? I
don't really believe now that I gave her half as much as my
father gave me. So the next morning I wrapped up the book and
sent it to her. I wrote a note. "This can help you," I penned,
"if you will let it."
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An
old lady was on a flight. She was sitting beside a
young businessman.
After the in-flight meal she took
out her Holy Bible and starts her devotion.
The
businessman glances at her and said. Do
you really believe those stuff in the Bible is
true?
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do," said the
old lady.
"Yeah, right..." the man scoffs, "like... what's
that guy's name, the one who got swallowed by a
whale..."
"You mean Jonah?"
"Yeah, Jonah, I mean, how do you actually survive
for 3 days in a fish's bowel?"
"I
don't know," replied the old lady, "but I can ask him
when I see him in heaven someday."
Feeling smart, the young man said: "Ok, but what
if he's not in heaven because he went to
hell?"
"Then young man, *you* can ask him" replied the
old lady
calmly. |
Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls Clone
DOUGH
1/4 cup warm water
1 cup milk -- room temperature
1 large
egg -- beaten
1/4 cup butter -- softened
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 cups all purpose white flour
1/2
package instant vanilla pudding mix
(3.4 oz box)
1 tablespoon bread machine yeast
FILLING
1 cup brown sugar -- packed
1 tablespoon
cinnamon
1/4 cup butter -- softened
CREAM CHEESE CINNAMON FROSTING
4 ounces
cream cheese -- softened
1/4 cup butter --
softened
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/2
tablespoon milk
1 1/2 cups powdered sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
Dough Add
the dough ingredients, in the order listed, to the bread
machine and prepare using the dough setting.
On
a lightly floured surface, roll out to an 18" by 30"
rectangle. The dough can also be handmade.
If you use regular yeast, you may want to let the
rolls proof for 15-30 minutes after assembly.
Filling In a small bowl, mix brown sugar and
cinnamon. Spread the softened butter over the dough and
evenly sprinkle on the sugar and cinnamon mixture.
Starting at the long edge of the dough, roll up tightly.
Mark the roll every 2 inches. With a thread cut the roll
by placing the thread under the roll at your mark,
crisscross over and pull to cut.
Place rolls
into greased 8" or 9" baking pans 2" apart. Cover and
let rise in a warm, draft free place until almost
double, approximately 1 hour. After rising, rolls
should be touching each other and the sides of the pan.
Bake at 350 degrees F. for 15 to 20 minutes, or until
golden brown. Cream Cheese Cinnamon Frosting In a small
bowl, mix cream cheese, butter, vanilla and milk.
Add powdered sugar and cinnamon and mix until
smooth. Spread on warm rolls and serve immediately.
This recipe has been adjusted so that the dough
can be prepared in your bread
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