When you live in Florida there are certain things that seem to be mandated by law.
In no particular order, they are sun, humidity, bugs, time share sales, and visitors. Particularly in cold weather. Particularly when you live within an easy drive to the Mouse House.
Our friends from up north, the Palmers (not their real name) came for a short visit one January day. Now, Harry and Mary are wonderful people. Do anything for you.
Their five, fourteen months apart children were difficult. Actually unmanageable. No, let’s try untrainable. No, that doesn’t describe them. Give me a minute to consult Steven King.
I guess you get the picture.
We were trying to have some adult conversation as the pack ran roughshod through the house and yard. Harry and Mary were oblivious as they were used to the chaos.
At the time we had a small dog named Bandit. He was a Lhasa Apso but everyone thought he was a Shi Tzu. I said he was a Shi Tzu not. When Bandit’s walk time approached, my darling wife suggested I take the kids with me. For a nice long walk. A very long walk. Really long.
Away from their parents, they had an abrupt personality change. They were quiet, polite and somewhat intimidated by being with a strange adult. I explained that they had a big part to play in our adventure. I explained that Bandit was not used to being with kids, so when we got to THE spot, they would have to squat so Bandit would be comfortable doing his business. As we approached one of the busiest corners in town, I saw it was time. Squat, I said. Squat, they did. In unison, five children and one dog squatting on cue.
Cars tooted, walkers applauded, bikers gave thumbs up. It actually worked. Being the responsible adult, I took on the job of disposing of the evidence. I gave it some thought, but I didn’t want to push it…
When we returned home, these now totally intimidated kids very quietly and politely bragged about how proud they were of helping Bandit poop.
Many times during the ensuing forty plus years, when we saw misbehaving children, we would look at each other, and remember when Bandit’s poop patrol tamed five untamable kids.
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Fred
“He will be missed”. Jerdis Ray Larson will be missed not only by family but by his many friends in Timber Valley R.V. Park. Jerdis and Joan moved into Timber Valley in 1991 after retiring and beginning to travel full-time in 1986. Jerdis and Joan were married 64 years; he was a Navy veteran. Jerdis passed away peacefully from a heart condition on April 7, 2021 at 88 years of age.
Landscape Committee Work Sessions Starting
Emergency Preparedness Committee’s monthly meeting is Tuesday, April 13 at 10 a.m., in the Clubhouse, Big Room.
Jerry Williams resided in Timber Valley SKP Park from April 25, 2012 until his passing on March 28, 2021. He is survived by daughter Inez Williams of Sutherlin and son Doug Williams of Oakland. Jerry was born October 10, 1936 in Oklahoma but lived most of his life around this area. He was a log truck driver for Gene Whitaker. He loved motorcycles and rode until the last couple of years. Jerry enjoyed the animals in the park. He had one squirrel he named “Greedy” that he fed and his daughter is now having to feed the squirrel who comes looking for the usual handouts. Jerry will be missed by family and friends and his pet squirrel.