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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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Cathy's Corner

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


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


1 cup brown sugar -- packed

1 tablespoon cinnamon

1/4 cup butter -- softened


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 machine

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