Bird of the Day

[mbulriss]

We will have a Bird of the Day for this Week until we can get back on
schedule with Bird of the Week. To see the Bird of the Day visit the
front page at http://www.wanderlodgeforum.org daily this week.

Today's honor goes to Leroy and Rhonda since they seem to have made it
home safely! Now he can start working on the paint repairs!

There were at least 10 Birds on the Island that we saw at any point in
time. Not all were at at the RV park we were at. Some were at the
County park and one was on the sandy beach (brave or fool-hearty souls)

Mike Bulriss
1991 WB40 "Texas Minivan"
San Antonio, TX (missing South Padre!)

[Leroy Eckert]

MIke:
Glad ya'll made it back ok. Will start the paint repair tomorrow. Lessons
learned. I was lucky on that deal.

I gotta repair a leaking Hydronic heat line caused by the thrashing the bus
took on I-10 around Lake Charles. No big deal, just messy and annoying.

Regards:

Leroy Eckert
1990 WB-40 'Smoke N Mirrors"
Niceville, FL


----- Original Message -----
From: mbulriss
To: WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Tuesday, January 02, 2007 4:04 PM
Subject: [WanderlodgeForum] Bird of the Day


We will have a Bird of the Day for this Week until we can get back on
schedule with Bird of the Week. To see the Bird of the Day visit the
front page at http://www.wanderlodgeforum.org daily this week.

Today's honor goes to Leroy and Rhonda since they seem to have made it
home safely! Now he can start working on the paint repairs!

There were at least 10 Birds on the Island that we saw at any point in
time. Not all were at at the RV park we were at. Some were at the
County park and one was on the sandy beach (brave or fool-hearty souls)

Mike Bulriss
1991 WB40 "Texas Minivan"
San Antonio, TX (missing South Padre!)





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[Gardner Yeaw]

I disagree that it was past time to head south. This Bird of the
week image captured a moment in time that reminds me of precious
moments when I was very young. We lived in an old farmhouse on a
country road that ran parallel to the highway, but carried mostly
passenger vehicles and local delivery traffic. That was back in the
day when the milkman, dry cleaner, local market and even the iceman
used to deliver right to your doorstep.

When it snowed at night I would get out of bed and watch the
flakes fall to the ground illuminated only by the streetlight. There
was a steam radiator under the window and I would throw a blanket
over it so I didn't get burned. The stillness of the falling snow
was mesmerizing. The silence was broken occasionally by the hiss
from the valve on the steam radiator as the heat came up, and the
loud banging of the old steam pipes as they expanded and contracted
from the fresh hot steam and the cooler condensed water returning
from the radiators. Then the silence would take over again. The
warmth of the radiator and the cool breeze from the old leaky double
hung window would refresh and comfort at the same time.

Occasionally, piercing the silence, there would be the far away
rhythmic sound of a tire chain slapping the fender well of an
approaching car. The sound would grow and bring with it the dull
rumble of the chains pounding the pavement. The car would pass and
the sound would die away leaving the gently falling snowflakes to
quietly regain my attention.

Who would be out on a night like this? It may have been a doctor
going to see a patient. Oh yes, they used to do that when I was a
kid. The doctor would come into your bedroom, pull out a big
hypodermic needle from his black bag and give you a healthy shot of
penicillin, the latest cure all for everything that ailed you. It
could have been a policeman heading for work, a fireman, an
ambulance driver, or someone else who absolutely needed to perform a
duty. It was a time before SUVs, 4-wheel drives and all weather
radial tires. No one ventured out that didn't absolutely have to.

This image of the Bird of the week has that quality. I can just
imagine myself sitting inside with the heaters blowing warm air, a
warm blanket wrapped around me (a Bluebird afghan that is), and a
snifter of brandy in my hand. Peering out the window and feeling
like a kid again.

I also expect I would have a couple of snowmobiles in the trailer
for the morning!

Gardner
78FC33

[Gregory OConnor]

Gardner, I turned on my speakers to see if there was background music
with your post! I don't like the snow but I sure love the Classic
pusher and the matching trailer. Nice rig
GregoryO'Connor
94ptRomolandCa

--- In WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com, "Gardner Yeaw"
wrote:
>
> I disagree that it was past time to head south. This Bird of the
> week image captured a moment in time that reminds me of precious
> moments when I was very young. We lived in an old farmhouse on a
> country road that ran parallel to the highway, but carried mostly
> passenger vehicles and local delivery traffic. That was back in the
> day when the milkman, dry cleaner, local market and even the iceman
> used to deliver right to your doorstep.
>
> When it snowed at night I would get out of bed and watch the
> flakes fall to the ground illuminated only by the streetlight.
There
> was a steam radiator under the window and I would throw a blanket
> over it so I didn't get burned. The stillness of the falling snow
> was mesmerizing. The silence was broken occasionally by the hiss
> from the valve on the steam radiator as the heat came up, and the
> loud banging of the old steam pipes as they expanded and contracted
> from the fresh hot steam and the cooler condensed water returning
> from the radiators. Then the silence would take over again. The
> warmth of the radiator and the cool breeze from the old leaky
double
> hung window would refresh and comfort at the same time.
>
> Occasionally, piercing the silence, there would be the far away
> rhythmic sound of a tire chain slapping the fender well of an
> approaching car. The sound would grow and bring with it the dull
> rumble of the chains pounding the pavement. The car would pass and
> the sound would die away leaving the gently falling snowflakes to
> quietly regain my attention.
>
> Who would be out on a night like this? It may have been a doctor
> going to see a patient. Oh yes, they used to do that when I was a
> kid. The doctor would come into your bedroom, pull out a big
> hypodermic needle from his black bag and give you a healthy shot of
> penicillin, the latest cure all for everything that ailed you. It
> could have been a policeman heading for work, a fireman, an
> ambulance driver, or someone else who absolutely needed to perform
a
> duty. It was a time before SUVs, 4-wheel drives and all weather
> radial tires. No one ventured out that didn't absolutely have to.
>
> This image of the Bird of the week has that quality. I can just
> imagine myself sitting inside with the heaters blowing warm air, a
> warm blanket wrapped around me (a Bluebird afghan that is), and a
> snifter of brandy in my hand. Peering out the window and feeling
> like a kid again.
>
> I also expect I would have a couple of snowmobiles in the trailer
> for the morning!
>
> Gardner
> 78FC33
>

[whistles_n_bells]

Gardner:



I enjoyed your reminisces of those cold and snowy winternights and
watching those who were, by necessity, going about their duties.


I recall being one of those who "had to be out there."During my
adventures as a Continental Trailways bus driver, I remember a numberof
homes – in the Pennsylvania countryside - thatI would pass on my way
from New York to Pittsburgh. This would beduring the hours of darkness.
I often wondered what kind of a family lived in eachof those homes I
passed along the Pennsylvania Turnpike– and yes, I would see
silhouettesof youngsters peeking out the windows watching that big red &
white buscrunching the cold snow – and waving at the driver who
would acknowledge with acouple of flicks of the marker lamps or a flash
of the spotlight – when long-haulbuses had spotlights.


The thought often occurred to me that someday I would driveto these
locations while on vacation and ring their door bells and
introducemyself to them. Those homes looked so warm and cozy as I looked
forward tomiles and miles of unknown road conditions that lay ahead
(pre-cell phone,pre-CB radio days). I never did follow through on that
curiosity.


Your memories of the steam radiators sure spiked my memoriesof the cold
nights with everything covered in snow – but they were good memories
of different times.



Joe (Pappy) Hagan

St. George, UT

(Wannabe)


--- In WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com, "Gardner Yeaw"
wrote:
>
> I disagree that it was past time to head south. This Bird of the
> week image captured a moment in time that reminds me of precious
> moments when I was very young. We lived in an old farmhouse on a
> country road that ran parallel to the highway, but carried mostly
> passenger vehicles and local delivery traffic. That was back in the
> day when the milkman, dry cleaner, local market and even the iceman
> used to deliver right to your doorstep.
>
> When it snowed at night I would get out of bed and watch the
> flakes fall to the ground illuminated only by the streetlight. There
> was a steam radiator under the window and I would throw a blanket
> over it so I didn't get burned. The stillness of the falling snow
> was mesmerizing. The silence was broken occasionally by the hiss
> from the valve on the steam radiator as the heat came up, and the
> loud banging of the old steam pipes as they expanded and contracted
> from the fresh hot steam and the cooler condensed water returning
> from the radiators. Then the silence would take over again. The
> warmth of the radiator and the cool breeze from the old leaky double
> hung window would refresh and comfort at the same time.
>
> Occasionally, piercing the silence, there would be the far away
> rhythmic sound of a tire chain slapping the fender well of an
> approaching car. The sound would grow and bring with it the dull
> rumble of the chains pounding the pavement. The car would pass and
> the sound would die away leaving the gently falling snowflakes to
> quietly regain my attention.
>
> Who would be out on a night like this? It may have been a doctor
> going to see a patient. Oh yes, they used to do that when I was a
> kid. The doctor would come into your bedroom, pull out a big
> hypodermic needle from his black bag and give you a healthy shot of
> penicillin, the latest cure all for everything that ailed you. It
> could have been a policeman heading for work, a fireman, an
> ambulance driver, or someone else who absolutely needed to perform a
> duty. It was a time before SUVs, 4-wheel drives and all weather
> radial tires. No one ventured out that didn't absolutely have to.
>
> This image of the Bird of the week has that quality. I can just
> imagine myself sitting inside with the heaters blowing warm air, a
> warm blanket wrapped around me (a Bluebird afghan that is), and a
> snifter of brandy in my hand. Peering out the window and feeling
> like a kid again.
>
> I also expect I would have a couple of snowmobiles in the trailer
> for the morning!
>
> Gardner
> 78FC33
>



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[Mike Hohnstein]

I wish I could be as happy as you guys. If my bird wuz looking like old Franks,
I'd be all tore up worring about fuel gelling and stuff like that.
MH
----- Original Message -----
From: whistles_n_bells
To: WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Friday, January 05, 2007 11:34 PM
Subject: [WanderlodgeForum] Re: Bird of the day



Gardner:

I enjoyed your reminisces of those cold and snowy winternights and
watching those who were, by necessity, going about their duties.

I recall being one of those who "had to be out there."During my
adventures as a Continental Trailways bus driver, I remember a numberof
homes - in the Pennsylvania countryside - thatI would pass on my way
from New York to Pittsburgh. This would beduring the hours of darkness.
I often wondered what kind of a family lived in eachof those homes I
passed along the Pennsylvania Turnpike- and yes, I would see
silhouettesof youngsters peeking out the windows watching that big red &
white buscrunching the cold snow - and waving at the driver who
would acknowledge with acouple of flicks of the marker lamps or a flash
of the spotlight - when long-haulbuses had spotlights.

The thought often occurred to me that someday I would driveto these
locations while on vacation and ring their door bells and
introducemyself to them. Those homes looked so warm and cozy as I looked
forward tomiles and miles of unknown road conditions that lay ahead
(pre-cell phone,pre-CB radio days). I never did follow through on that
curiosity.

Your memories of the steam radiators sure spiked my memoriesof the cold
nights with everything covered in snow - but they were good memories
of different times.

Joe (Pappy) Hagan

St. George, UT

(Wannabe)

--- In WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com, "Gardner Yeaw"
wrote:
>
> I disagree that it was past time to head south. This Bird of the
> week image captured a moment in time that reminds me of precious
> moments when I was very young. We lived in an old farmhouse on a
> country road that ran parallel to the highway, but carried mostly
> passenger vehicles and local delivery traffic. That was back in the
> day when the milkman, dry cleaner, local market and even the iceman
> used to deliver right to your doorstep.
>
> When it snowed at night I would get out of bed and watch the
> flakes fall to the ground illuminated only by the streetlight. There
> was a steam radiator under the window and I would throw a blanket
> over it so I didn't get burned. The stillness of the falling snow
> was mesmerizing. The silence was broken occasionally by the hiss
> from the valve on the steam radiator as the heat came up, and the
> loud banging of the old steam pipes as they expanded and contracted
> from the fresh hot steam and the cooler condensed water returning
> from the radiators. Then the silence would take over again. The
> warmth of the radiator and the cool breeze from the old leaky double
> hung window would refresh and comfort at the same time.
>
> Occasionally, piercing the silence, there would be the far away
> rhythmic sound of a tire chain slapping the fender well of an
> approaching car. The sound would grow and bring with it the dull
> rumble of the chains pounding the pavement. The car would pass and
> the sound would die away leaving the gently falling snowflakes to
> quietly regain my attention.
>
> Who would be out on a night like this? It may have been a doctor
> going to see a patient. Oh yes, they used to do that when I was a
> kid. The doctor would come into your bedroom, pull out a big
> hypodermic needle from his black bag and give you a healthy shot of
> penicillin, the latest cure all for everything that ailed you. It
> could have been a policeman heading for work, a fireman, an
> ambulance driver, or someone else who absolutely needed to perform a
> duty. It was a time before SUVs, 4-wheel drives and all weather
> radial tires. No one ventured out that didn't absolutely have to.
>
> This image of the Bird of the week has that quality. I can just
> imagine myself sitting inside with the heaters blowing warm air, a
> warm blanket wrapped around me (a Bluebird afghan that is), and a
> snifter of brandy in my hand. Peering out the window and feeling
> like a kid again.
>
> I also expect I would have a couple of snowmobiles in the trailer
> for the morning!
>
> Gardner
> 78FC33
>

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[Jack and Liz Pearce]

--- In WanderlodgeForum@yahoogroups.com, "Gardner Yeaw"
wrote:
>
> I disagree that it was past time to head south. This Bird of the
> week image captured a moment in time that reminds me of precious
> moments when I was very young..............

Oh, how well written your message is. I can just see that old country
road. I had an Aunt Helen who lived in Frackville, PA. One night my
Mom and I(I was about 12 years old) left Newark, NJ on the 11 PM
Trailways bus headed to PA. Finally got into Frackville, PA about 2 AM
and had to walk down the snow covered road to her house. There was a
full moon and the snow helped give a very bright night. At that time,
it was safe to walk late at night. Never forgot that. Thanks again.


Happy New Year,
Liz

Regards,
Jack and Liz Pearce
Fulltiming in a 1993 Wanderlodge WB40
Wintering In Hondo, TX - 2006