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Sunday, July 7 2002


Swings come in many sizes and shapes. There is the small backyard swing set for the young and the larger, playground swing for kids of all ages and probably the most important of all, the porch swing which gives comfort and pleasure to all ages. As a youngster, I never had a swing set and we never had a porch swing. So my first memories of gliding freely are of my grand-parents' porch swing. In the evenings, I would join my grandfather there for an hour or more at a time. We would listen to the frogs in his pond and look out over the pasture, which was usually inhabited more by crows and other birds since the cows were in the barn for the night.

That farm gave me these and many more memories and they all come back when I am on a porch swing. After we moved back to the Nanty Glo area, my favorite swing became the grape vines in the woods around our home. We would find a vine coming down from a high tree limb, cut it free at the bottom and swing till the vine broke or pulled loose from the tree limb. Occasionally, we had some nasty falls but the thrill of swinging always seemed worth the risk.

My favorite swing during this adventurous period of my life was a swing I made by pulling a half-inch cable high into a maple tree and tying it to a limb. I looped the cable at the bottom so we could stand with one foot in the loop, as we swung high. The tree was on a steep hillside and there was a stump higher up from which we could launch. Fortunately, that swing never broke. At the highest point, we were probably 25 to 30 feet off the ground.

As I grew older, my fascination with swings stopped because the motion made me seasick. Pat still loves swings and has been after me to put one up ever since we married. Well, today I finally put one up for her. My brother-in-law made it for us so what was I to do? I just made her promise that I wouldn't have to glide on the swing with her. Of course, she immediately broke that promise and here we are.

Pat, Buffy, and David on swing; Lucky in foreground.

Dumb crooks

A drug-possession defendant on trial in Pontiac, Michigan, said he had been searched without a warrant. The prosecutor said the officer didn't need a warrant because a "bulge" in Christopher's jacket could have been a gun. "Nonsense," said Christopher, who happened to be wearing the same jacket that day in court. He handed it over so the judge could see it. The judge discovered a packet of cocaine in the pocket and laughed so hard he required a five-minute recess to compose himself.

— Sent by Mike Harrison

Thought for the day

The Christian must not aspire to honors, or claim the first places. Everyone should esteem others more than himself.

Saint Basil the Great, 329-379
Sent by Fr. Antonious

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