Lake of the Ozarks in the 70's at Shorecrest Resort

I had the pleasure of meeting some fellows online that had been to the Lake of the Ozarks in the late 60's and 70's. What's amazing about the whole thing is that they knew each other from visiting/living at the same resort that my Dad had owned almost 20 years earlier! We all met up on a previous post I did back in Jan 2009 called Living on the Lake of the Ozarks in the '50's.

It turns out that Jon's parents bought the resort in the late 60's and operated it for almost 10 years and Mike's folks had visited the resort in the early 70's. What a coincidence! And to think they found each other almost 40 years later right here on my blog!



It's been very interesting reading about their experiences and the fun they had on the lake as young men. One thing that is so cool about it is that Mike, one of the fellows has a lot of pictures that were taken while they were there and he has been nice enough to send them to me to post here as a follow up to my original article.



What he sent me are some really cool old photos that I have cleaned up just a bit to make them not look so aged. I have the titles and don't know much more than that, but I'm hoping Mike will come and help explain anything we may have questions about. So without further ado, here are Mike's pictures!


Enjoy!
This one is called "Older Cabin from the Lake"

This one is "View from the Lake"


This is the "Shorecrest Resort Dock"

"A view of the cliffs from the Lake"

"Skiing on the Lake"

"Mike's stringer of fish on the dock"

"'72 Cobalt from the dock"

"Airplane at the dock"














You can check out more pictures on Jon's blog, Shorecrest Resort & Lake of the Ozarks in the 60's and 70's.

I want to thank both Mike and Jon for commenting on my blog in the beginning and making this post possible by including me in loop of recalling old memories.

Friends are God's way of taking care of us

This was sent to me by email and supposedly written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over... Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.


When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than
that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her.. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying! ,'so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back aw ay from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'

This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the
flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 ' Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.
He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'


Please pass this on. Here is the prayer:

'Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,
relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new
revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to
their spirit this very moment.. Where there is pain, give them Your
peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence
through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen.'


I checked Snopes.com for the validity of this post and they say it's undetermined, I choose to believe it.

Where is the BC?

Photo Courtesy of NatalieMaynor License:Creative Commons~Attribution

A minister's widow, who was a little old fashioned, was planning a vacation to a popular campground in Branson. She wanted to make sure of the accommodations first, especially the bathroom facilities, but she couldn't bring herself to write "toilet" in a letter. She pondered "bathroom commode," but when she wrote that down, it still sounded too pointed, so, she finally settled on the bathroom commode as "BC."


She wrote, "Does the cabin where I will be staying have its own "BC?" If not, where is the "BC" located?"

The campground owner received the letter not knowing what "BC" meant. Baffled by the euphemism, he showed the letter to his wife. She knew that the lady was the widow of a famous Baptist preacher. She was sure that it must be a question about the local Baptist Church. "Of course," "BC" stands for "Baptist Church" and so her reply was:

Dear Madam,
Thank you for inquiring about our beautiful campground here in Branson. I must inform you that the "BC" is located nine miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people.
I admit it's quite a distance away, especially if you are in the habit of going regularly. No doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.

The last time my husband and I went was six years ago and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that we are planning a fundraiser to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the "BC."
I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it's surely no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.

If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time, sit with you, and introduce you to all the folks.

I want you to know that your letter has been an encouragement to me and starting this Sunday, I am going to invite family and friends to go with me in order to have a packed out house every week. We hope to see you soon, because Branson is a moving experience for all God's children.

This was just too funny not the share, I found it here

Single Black Female Seeking Love (Funny Ad)

This has to be one of the best singles ads ever printed.

It is reported to have been listed in the Atlanta Journal.

SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good girl who LOVES to play.

I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire.

Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand.

I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me.. Call (404) 875-6420 and ask for Daisy,

I'll be waiting....

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Over 150 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society.

Where arte thou brave? Memorial Day Poem 2009

America, the land of the free,
But where arte thou brave?
Some still walk among us,
Others sent to an early grave.


They're the ones who answered,
Their nations call to serve.
The ones who protected,
More than we deserve.


They defended our rights,
Yes, every last one,
Even to speak like an idiot,
Or to own a gun.


They kept us safe at night,
And all through the day,
Combating foreign and domestic,
And kept the enemy at bay


They were our sons and daughters,
Who we've raised from birth.
Whose virtue, honor and sacrifice,
Is now lost in the Earth.


They were our brothers and sisters,
Both younger and older,
With out them in our lives,
The world is far colder.


They were our husbands and wives,
Sent to fight in the war,
Whose love and compassion,
Will be felt no more.


They were our fathers and mothers,
Who wanted to protect,
Their children and loved ones,
So pay your respects.


Pay your respects,
To the ones who were lost,
Our freedom came with price,
Their lives were the cost.

I wrote this to honor my fallen comrades both past and present. May they rest in peace.
Respectfully,
Cpl Craig, USMC 2001-2005
Dreadspydr 5-22-09

This was written by a friend of mine over on Newsvine. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Yoga???

THERE ARE TWO BASIC TYPES OF YOGA

1. YOGA FROM INDIA

AND

2. YOGA FROM Missouri

The Missouri class is full for this session. I'll get back to you when it opens up again!

Smoke Free with More Cash in My Wallet!

Just over a week ago I quit smoking. I've been staying away from the computer lately because it is a trigger for me. Before, when I sat down at the computer I would light up a cigarette. It was just something I would do, whether I needed to smoke or not. Now when I sit down over here, my eyes will dart to the spot where the cigarettes were before I remember I quit. But I'm feeling stronger now and it gets better everyday.

This is what they should put on every pack

I was a little stupid, ok maybe a lot stupid and started smoking when I was 40। Who does that? I mean, I made a conscience decision to start, and did. I know....that was really pretty stupid.

So, after almost 15 years of a nasty habit that caused my house to smell bad, my clothes to smell bad, and probably made me smell bad, I quit!

Stamp out nasty ashtrays and poison cigs!

The impetus for me to stop was money related. I decided I didn't want to spend another 1$ a pack for them. As you probably already know the Feds just raised taxes on all tobacco products, also the States tacked on their own tax increase and what used to cost me 25$ a carton went up to I think almost 50$ a carton! I don't know the exact figure because I quit before I had to pay it.



This is what my method was to quitting, I don't know if it would work for everyone but it did for me. When I made my decision to quit I still had a couple of packs left. I decided to smoke them as fast as I could, hopefully to make myself a little tired and maybe a little sick...

I think it pretty much worked because by the time I was done with the supply I had I was ready to stop. When they were all gone, I picked up all the ash trays I had in the house and washed them, picked up all the lighters I had around and put them away.

Then I took out the trash in each room to clear out any possible butts. I aired out the house as best I could and also sprayed all the furniture with that Febreze stuff.

The cigarette smell has not totally left the apartment, but it is a little better and as soon as it warms up I will be opening all the windows and really airing it out. I also plan on asking my landlord if I supply the paint if she will paint my apartment. I've been here over 3 years and hopefully she will do that for me. If not, I'm going to have it done myself.

For a reward, my Sister and I went shopping and I purchased a new bracelet and a couple of rings. They didn't cost much more than a couple of weeks of smokes, they won't give me cancer and will last so much longer. We discussed that as long as I didn't turn this into my new habit that I should do alright. Actually, tomorrow I'm going to the bank and increasing my monthly savings deposit by the equivalent amount of a half month's cigarettes. Now I think that's really good news!