Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Mayor, city council appoints Watson city judge
Ida Jo Watson, a longtime Munday resident, was appointed Munday Municipal Judge by the Munday City Council at last Thursday’s called meeting. Watson will replace Judge Bunny Norville, who is stepping down to devote more time to being mayor.
Ida Jo has been secretary at the Munday Chamber of Commerce for the past two years. She is no stranger to Munday merchants and citizens.
She was born and raised right here in Munday, attended Munday schools and raised three children here. Her mother was Melvina Thomas Spells and stepfather was Horace Spells. Her father was Clarence Stinnett.
Ida married Robert Watson, formerly of Knox City, six years ago. They are Munday residents today.
Ida Jo’s children were Frankie, Gwen (Swearengine) and Anthony, who were all active athletes during their high school years. Frankie and Anthony both played on the Mogul football and basketball teams that won state in 1984. The same year they teamed with the Thompson boys to win the state mile relay championship. That team set a state record that still stands today. Gwen played basketball for the Mogulettes and also ran on the mile relay team that won state.
When Ida Jo wasn’t running to ball games or track meets she was working. She worked 16 years at the Russell Newman Sewing Factory in Seymour. Then she headed south to Stamford where she worked for Walmart until she retired. She is only 59.
Ida Jo attends West Beulah Community Church in Munday, where she is the assistant pastor. The church ordained her to preach the Gospel last year. She said the children at the church affectionately refer to her as, “the church lady.”
Watson said she would like to see the people of Munday communicate more with each other so there would be more understanding among us. She will endeavor to listen to everyone who will come to the court room and make fair and just decisions. “I will treat everyone the same,” she said, “friends and relatives will be treated like everyone else.”
She is serious when she says, “I will give give 100 percent to the job.”
Ida Jo has been secretary at the Munday Chamber of Commerce for the past two years. She is no stranger to Munday merchants and citizens.
She was born and raised right here in Munday, attended Munday schools and raised three children here. Her mother was Melvina Thomas Spells and stepfather was Horace Spells. Her father was Clarence Stinnett.
Ida married Robert Watson, formerly of Knox City, six years ago. They are Munday residents today.
Ida Jo’s children were Frankie, Gwen (Swearengine) and Anthony, who were all active athletes during their high school years. Frankie and Anthony both played on the Mogul football and basketball teams that won state in 1984. The same year they teamed with the Thompson boys to win the state mile relay championship. That team set a state record that still stands today. Gwen played basketball for the Mogulettes and also ran on the mile relay team that won state.
When Ida Jo wasn’t running to ball games or track meets she was working. She worked 16 years at the Russell Newman Sewing Factory in Seymour. Then she headed south to Stamford where she worked for Walmart until she retired. She is only 59.
Ida Jo attends West Beulah Community Church in Munday, where she is the assistant pastor. The church ordained her to preach the Gospel last year. She said the children at the church affectionately refer to her as, “the church lady.”
Watson said she would like to see the people of Munday communicate more with each other so there would be more understanding among us. She will endeavor to listen to everyone who will come to the court room and make fair and just decisions. “I will treat everyone the same,” she said, “friends and relatives will be treated like everyone else.”
She is serious when she says, “I will give give 100 percent to the job.”
Inside City Hall, September 2, 2009
The Farmer’s Market will soon become the City Market. Because the produce is about finished, but our vendors want to continue to market their non-produce wares. Everyone can still bring their favorite fleas, quilts, jelly, whatever you have made or purchased. A local chef-wannabe brought his secret meat recipe preparation last Saturday for the vendors to sample. We must have guessed over 25 different meats, including snake and monkey meat. But he wouldn’t reveal the identity of the mystery meat. It was delicious, but mysterious. He promised to be back this week, with buns, instead of crackers. Bring your drink and sample it with the rest of us.
So far we have had burritos every Saturday and we hope that is a mainstay by now. So, one can have breakfast and shop at the same time. Last Saturday we had a table of jewelry from Exa Lee’s Missing Pieces. There have been shelled pecans for several weeks now. Last week someone could have bought a nice shop vac for just a few dollars. There has been some talk about Obama sending us a few clunkers to sell so he can refund the car dealers. Send them on down here, we’ll bail you out, one problem at a time. That’s the American way. We had a few inquiries on the beer cans we didn’t have.
A word to the wise: find a good hiding place for your weapons. No heat seeking missiles please. Rumor has it that our troops are being trained to confiscate our weapons, yeah the ones promised us by our constitution.
We must be having an early fall, or something. The mornings have been so pleasant the last few days. One of the group at our table at the DQ the other night commented how this weather reminded her of Mr. Bardwell’s science class. Let’s fade back to the old High School building, in the early ‘60s. If Mr. Bardwell were still around he would be getting his science students ready for butterfly catching. There may be a more scientific name for the sport, but you know what I mean by “butterfly catching.” The excitement of the event spilled over into the whole High School. The rest of the school ran to the windows to see the science kids dressed in their white lab coats carrying their bright colored nets as they skipped across the green on their big game hunt. Butterfly season was short, however, for most the season ended with the victims’ becoming a specimen impaled on a board with a straight pen piercing their spine. Like most things in high school, it was fun while it lasted.
While we are doing a stroll down memory lane, let’s go back to the late ‘50s, to the old ag barn, located about where the field house is today. The first two periods of the day was ag, under Mr. Ponder. When we didn’t have rain we worked at the ag barn. It never got too cold to work over there. Work usually meant grinding feed for the animal, mostly cows. Our equipment consisted of an old Farmal tractor attached to the grinder by a long, wide belt, which powered the grinder. Mr. Ponder made sure we had a plentiful supply of shocks of grain to feed the hungry grinder. Once we got the old tractor started Ponder didn’t want to stop for anything.
By the time we all got to third period we were covered with dirt and ground up maize. It was always a long day for us after grinding feed. We learned how to get down and dirty, but I can’t really say we learned anything else. And that was when we had to have four years of ag to graduate. That’s a lot of cow feed. I still itch from all that grinding.
One year we almost learned how to castrate calves. We did okay on the pigs, but one little bull gave us trouble. When all was said and done we had only done it half way. The rest of the story, well, we had a couple more mouths to feed. Half way doesn’t stop calving from taking place, this young bull just did what bulls do.
The Museum Garage Sale is soon. Let’s all pitch in and make it a success, for the museum and for Munday too.
We visited with a former Rhineland resident over the weekend. He likes what he sees and hears about what’s happening around here. Many exes call and say, “Yeah, we think about Munday a lot and would love to move back, but. . . soon we’ll talk about the buts. Tell us your favorite “but” story.
So far we have had burritos every Saturday and we hope that is a mainstay by now. So, one can have breakfast and shop at the same time. Last Saturday we had a table of jewelry from Exa Lee’s Missing Pieces. There have been shelled pecans for several weeks now. Last week someone could have bought a nice shop vac for just a few dollars. There has been some talk about Obama sending us a few clunkers to sell so he can refund the car dealers. Send them on down here, we’ll bail you out, one problem at a time. That’s the American way. We had a few inquiries on the beer cans we didn’t have.
A word to the wise: find a good hiding place for your weapons. No heat seeking missiles please. Rumor has it that our troops are being trained to confiscate our weapons, yeah the ones promised us by our constitution.
We must be having an early fall, or something. The mornings have been so pleasant the last few days. One of the group at our table at the DQ the other night commented how this weather reminded her of Mr. Bardwell’s science class. Let’s fade back to the old High School building, in the early ‘60s. If Mr. Bardwell were still around he would be getting his science students ready for butterfly catching. There may be a more scientific name for the sport, but you know what I mean by “butterfly catching.” The excitement of the event spilled over into the whole High School. The rest of the school ran to the windows to see the science kids dressed in their white lab coats carrying their bright colored nets as they skipped across the green on their big game hunt. Butterfly season was short, however, for most the season ended with the victims’ becoming a specimen impaled on a board with a straight pen piercing their spine. Like most things in high school, it was fun while it lasted.
While we are doing a stroll down memory lane, let’s go back to the late ‘50s, to the old ag barn, located about where the field house is today. The first two periods of the day was ag, under Mr. Ponder. When we didn’t have rain we worked at the ag barn. It never got too cold to work over there. Work usually meant grinding feed for the animal, mostly cows. Our equipment consisted of an old Farmal tractor attached to the grinder by a long, wide belt, which powered the grinder. Mr. Ponder made sure we had a plentiful supply of shocks of grain to feed the hungry grinder. Once we got the old tractor started Ponder didn’t want to stop for anything.
By the time we all got to third period we were covered with dirt and ground up maize. It was always a long day for us after grinding feed. We learned how to get down and dirty, but I can’t really say we learned anything else. And that was when we had to have four years of ag to graduate. That’s a lot of cow feed. I still itch from all that grinding.
One year we almost learned how to castrate calves. We did okay on the pigs, but one little bull gave us trouble. When all was said and done we had only done it half way. The rest of the story, well, we had a couple more mouths to feed. Half way doesn’t stop calving from taking place, this young bull just did what bulls do.
The Museum Garage Sale is soon. Let’s all pitch in and make it a success, for the museum and for Munday too.
We visited with a former Rhineland resident over the weekend. He likes what he sees and hears about what’s happening around here. Many exes call and say, “Yeah, we think about Munday a lot and would love to move back, but. . . soon we’ll talk about the buts. Tell us your favorite “but” story.
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