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I didn’t expect to see his picture in the obituaries this morning. The paper said he’d passed away Friday, October 24 at Christus Schumpert Highland Hospital. I didn’t know he was in the hospital–it might have been sudden. I don’t know.
The last email I had from him was on Oct 5th, which ended with two quotations. The first, very serious, as our lives are in times like these:
Americanism means the virtues of courage, honor, justice, truth, sincerity, and hardihood — the virtues that made America. – Theodore Roosevelt, 1917
The second, sure to bring a smile to your face, a Burma Shave jingle from 1950:
A whiskery kiss
For the one
May not make her mad
But her face will be sore
His email concerned an up-coming Centenary Writers Club meeting on 10 Oct, which was going to be my last chance to see him in this world. But I missed it — my loss.
Our lives just briefly touched each other in the Centenary Writers Club and the few emails we exchanged. I definitely got most out of that relationship.
His wit and humor were always sharp. I used to read his writings from our meetings to Cindy after I got home.
He played basketball for the LSU-Baton Rouge Tigers from 1953-1958. Retired after 30 years of being a Senior Research Chemist for Pennzoil Products. He was a member of Broadmoor United Methodist Church, the Sons of the American Revolution, Shreveport Writers Club, and Centenary Writers Club. He authored two books, Hubcaps Biscuits and Corncob Wars and Hominy Ridge.
I wished I’d known him longer. But I’m thankful for the little time our lives did over-lap. I can’t help but thinking of the brief experience as something like a Burma-Shave advertisement metaphor. For the very young, they were like mini-billboards along the old highways. Five or six signs and the last one always said “Burma-Shave.”
I read his writings, I smiled, and I’m better for it.
Thanks for the jingle, Troy. You’re missed by many.
Some people consider Friday the 13th bad luck, but it was more than misfortunate happen-chance that stained this day over 700 years ago. Blackness flowing from the throne and the alter, seized and killed a band of brothers who had devoted their lives to the service of their God.
Philip IV, the King of France, was heavily indebted to the Knights of Templar. The men who ran the order mostly lived a life of deprivation, but the organization amassed considerable wealth as it managed funds from all across Christian Europe. The men pledged their allegiance to the Pope, thus no king could loot the funds, as was common everywhere else.
Little did the Knights of Templar know that Philip IV had great influence over Pope Clement V, a man he had sponsored for many years, helping him to become Pope. The Knights believed the Pope was dedicated to do the work of God. They were just men who could not see the weakness inside his heart.
On Friday, 13 October 1307, hundreds of Knights were rounded up all over Europe. Jacque de Molay was their Grand Master. Many of them died during the horrible torture they given in attempts to get them to confess to any of many blasphemous crimes. After two months of torture, some of Philip’s agents reported that de Molay confessed to denying Christ. This was later denied, much to the anger of his tormentors. Then he adopted a defense strategy of silence, mimicking Christ before His accusers.
While Clement did not use his power to rescue his servants, he did secretly absolve the Knights in 1308. It did not stop the tortures or the imprisonments. After years of mistreatment, Jacque de Molay broke his silence and proclaimed his innocence and challenged Clement and Philip before God.
Philip, even though basking in the riches he had stolen from the vanquished Knights, was so enraged that he ordered de Molay to be burned at the stake.
Naked, bleeding, battered, and bruised he was tied to a stake in Paris just outside of Notre Dame and a slow fire was set about him on Friday, 13 March 1314. After more than an hour, Jacque de Molay announced in a bold, strong voice that he would petition the Mighty God to hold a counsel for him, King Philip and Pope Clement before the year was complete. Then he died.
Just over a month later, Pope Clement V died a painful death brought on by an inflamed bowel.
Then a little over eights months later on a Friday in November, King Philip was enjoying his favorite sport of hunting when his horse stumbled, and he fell into a deep culvert. Before his guards could rescue him he was torn asunder by a pack of wild pigs. Some of the men who witnessed his screams reported that the king was begging for mercy and had repeatedly shouted the name of Jacque de Molay.
While the stain of betrayal certainly taints the concept of Friday the 13th, it blemishes the memory of Philip and Clement much more. We would do well to remember that our lives are as whispers of smoke. In the short time that we have on Gods Earth, the less we do to hurt other people and the more we do to make life better for others, the brighter the memory of us will be to those that come after us.
It just makes sense.
Take a look at these. You will recognize a few names.
CY08 CAF RATED SQUADRON COMMANDER SELECTS!
Name Current Location
BORTREE JAMES R (9 AF)
CHAMBERLAIN TYRELL A (Pentagon)
DENEHAN KIERAN T (AETC-SAASS)
DILDA MICHAEL L (STRATCOM)
ELY MARK R (AFPC)
GEISSLER GORDON M (USAFE)
HUMPHREYS LANE R (49 TES/DO)
JENKINS HENRY C JR (28 TES/DO)
LUNGER DAVID A (USAFWC)
MATTHEWS PATRICK S (96 BS/CC)
MCMANUS MICHAEL S (23 BS/DO)
PATSCHKE GREGORY M (36 EWS/DO)
ULLMAN AARON L (2 OSS)
VANDENBUSSCHE JEFFREY L (96 BS/DO)
Let me be the first to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for all the many wonderful Crewdog memories we have shared.
Sorry the file is on this postpd-bomber2007-6-nov-07.doc
Anybody looking for a job. Attached is an announcement for a contractor position at Hanscom. I
believe it’s with SAIC.