As I set in my garden room and look out at the old frozen world with the trees drooping from the weight of the ice, the slick sidewalks, roads and the snow covering the ground, I can't help but think of how lucky I am to have a good warm house with plenty of food in the pantry and refrigerator.
How many people in the world would like to have that?
I am also lucky to have been born at a time that produced the greatest generation. I believe the 20th century was the most productive in history.
I can remember when it was a thrill to get a ride in the car. In the early 1930s, my father would drive us to the Lexington Airport to watch the airplanes take off and land.
After I lucked through World War II without killing anyone or seeing anyone killed, I was exposed to a world of business opportunities. The late 1940s, 1950s and 1960s is when most of the franchises came into existence and good paying factory jobs opened up in Ohio, Indiana and Illinois. I was lucky to get into a dry cleaning franchise called "One Hour Martinizing," along with "Kentucky Fried Chicken."
I did well enough in those two entities to travel the world and live life to the fullest. I should also mention that I was also lucky enough to have a son, Alan, who worked for US Air. Carolyn and I flew free on those trips.
Alan later was senior editor of Boating World and I was treated to several boating adventures.
Wow! Thanks Al.
I guess the luckiest thing that happened to me was the Jones-Edwards genes I inherited.
The long-life genes came from both sides. My dad, who was in good health, fell down lousy basement stairs at age 93 and left us. Mother died at age 98 of natural causes. My sister, Jane, is 99 and still in pretty good health. My other living sister is Sondra Wilson, who is in her early 80s.
I am 97 years of age and still kicking.
One of my goals in life is to live long enough to celebrate my sister's 100th birthday and another goal is for me to celebrate my own 100th birthday, by skydiving with two of my children, Paula DeWitt and Jonathan.
Hope my luck holds!
Another lucky thing that started my writing career in the Richmond Register was when the sports editor in 1997 invited me to start writing a golf column, since no one on his staff knew anything about golf.
I jumped at the chance, as it gave me something to do in my old age.
I loved it.
I am lucky to have a sports editor like Nathan Hutchinson, who is an inspiration to me. He does the work of four sports writers and still finds time to correct my mistakes and give me better titles.
You da man!
Congratulations to Nathan, Taylor Six, Destinee Ott and Ricki Pryor on the journalism awards you brought to The Register. There are also a lot of other good writers that help the Richmond Register. It behooves all of us to do everything we can to help the Richmond Register.
The Register is the glue that holds Madison County together.
Hats off to you workaholics.
You are great!
The last two people that I am very lucky to have in my corner are my son-in-law Greg West, and my wife Carolyn.
Greg types all my scribbling into legible articles and sends them to the sports editor. He also is a repairman and fixes any and all appliances in the house when they malfunction.
We lean on him a lot!
The last, and certainly not the least, I was lucky enough to have had two great wives.
The first was my lovely Olive, who gave me five wonderful children and left this life way too early.
My second is my wonderful wife Carolyn. She is my nurse, my cribbage opponent, my doctor, my traveling partner and my sweetheart. She dresses me, tends my wounds, get me up at 3 a.m. for a restroom call, washes my clothes, cooks wonderful meals and gets her daughter, Melinda West, to drive us places.
Wow! Carolyn you are beautiful.
Every night I thank God for letting me be born in the United States and Kentucky and for all the lovely parents, children, and relatives that influenced my life.
My cup runneth over.
The measure of a man is the size of the thing it takes to get his goat -- Unknown
Until next time ... live, love, laugh and learn, Glenmore