By Fred Prout
Random musings on the vagaries of life.
I understand that as you mature (a condition I resist with all my being) stuff happens to your body. In the past, I have recounted a few previous run ins with the medical community. It seems that when I was a child, maybe 3 or 4 , I started to go outside. In the sunshine. I can see by your nodding that you can tell where this is going. Continue reading
Janie Burke, belter known in the park as “Purple” or “The Purple Lady”, passed away March 11, 2023. Janie moved into Timber Valley Feb. 2012 and left the park June of 2020. She was well known for her love of the color purple and for her cat, Fang, who she walked on a leash. Janie is survived by the son Aaron in Minnesota and her daughter Danielle.
Timber Valley Park lost a lovely and beloved lady March 11, 2023 when Beverly Boykin, lot#87 passed away. Beverly was born October 24, 1942 in Glendale, Ca. She attended school in Woodland Hills and Carmichael, Ca. and was in her second year of nursing school at Sacramento when she married George Boykin on Aug. 10, 1963.
In 1964 Beverly joined The Belles, an auxiliary of the Fire Department where George was Chief. She drove the Fire Truck and was involved with the Fire Department doings.
Beverly and George had honeymooned in a pick-up camper and thus began their many happy years of travelling and RVing. In 1983 they joined Escapees and until recently went on many of the Escapees HOPS. They joined Timber Valley in Feb. 10, 2015. Both of them played pokeno and bingo and Beverly recently retired as a board member when her health deteriorated. She was fighting cancer for just over one year and passed away with her family around her.
Beverly is survived by a large and loving family. Her two daughters, Jeannette Rodriquez and her children Jessica and Samantha; daughter Evelyn Anders, her children Christina, Amy and Robert and 5 great grandchildren. Most of them and their spouses have been with Beverly and George in her final hours. At their request there will be no memorial service but cards or phone messages are welcome .
As many of you remember, we monitor the parks water use daily. We had a surprise for February 2023. In the previous 3 years, the February average daily water use has been between 4000 and 5300 gallons per day. In February 2023 the average daily water use was 8959 gallons per day. This is costly for the park, and our yearly dues. February 2023 also brought brutal weather, with many very cold nights. So, what can we do?
Please inspect your hoses, and fittings for any leaks. Hoses and washers do wear out, and
cause leaks. Also keep a watch for any unusual water running on our lots or drainage ditch. If you see something unusual, please report it to the office or Randy. Inspect, fix / replace your hoses, and hose washers as they need it. Please Do Not let the faucet run to prevent your water hose from freezing! PLEASE insulate your water hose, or use a “heated hose”.
Thank You,
Your water monitoring team: Thom Hoch, Marc Stalnaker, Gerry Vroomman, Rachael Smithey
By Fred Prout
T Rex (fka Thomas King ) has been hard to find the past few months. The last time we got together was at The Unchristmas Party which was a huge success thanks to Ts efforts. Well, this morning, I was enjoying a mug with Shirley Shewill, her brother, Willie Knott and Kay Serra when in strolls T himself. “T, pull up a chair, grab a mug and tell us where in the world you’ve been. It’s been far too long. ” Continue reading
By Jackie Deal
By Fred Prout
A funny thing happened the other morning at the Home For Senior Delinquents.
First, an explanation.
For those of you who may not have reached senior status, a word of warning.
I have recently attained the age of seventy fourteen, and realized that my body is not quite as young as it used to be. This writing is mid January, and my right hip vividly remembers New Years Eve. Previous celebrations ended around 3am. In the morning. No more. This year was a wonderful time. We danced and danced. Slowly. I had such an enjoyable time, I wasn’t prepared to have the DJ play” That Old Time Rock And Roll. “My brain turned off, and my body decided to jump up and make the moves of eons ago. Many eons ago. Since my dance partner was nursing a bum knee, I got up and started gyrating wildly. Like the teenager I no longer am.
When I started to realize that this was a bad, truly dreadful idea, I saw that one of our thirty something year old staff had joined me on the dance floor. There was no way I could allow her to show me up, so the adrenaline kicked in, and I gyrated into high gear.
The next morning I realized what a terrible, idea that was. My right hip hurt.I MEAN HURT!!!! So, for the past couple of weeks I’ve been walking around like Chester on Gunsmoke. (For you youngsters, an old TV western. In black and white. Stay tuned for more on this ).
I know I should get it checked, but, having witnessed my friend Millie get a shot in her knee with a two foot needle, wielded by Doctor Torquemada, I realize that I am too much of a coward to do that. So I limp in pain.
Okay, now back to the present. This morning, the usual breakfasteers dwindled down to Sargent, Agnes and yours truly. After solving most of the world’s problems we walked to the elevator to get home.Agnes noticed that I had stepped on a stray piece of electrical tape and it was stuck on the side of my right shoe. No big deal, right? As it was on the same side as my painful hip, no amount of bending, maneuvering or dancing around the moving elevator would let me reach my foot.
Almost as one, Sargent and Agnes stuck out a foot to step on the offending piece of tape. Three senior people on one leg trying to get a stupid piece of tape off my shoe, when the elevator jerked to a stop. We three wobbled and grabbed the hand rails. Fortunately, nobody fell, but the tape finally relented and was disposed of by bending forward and picking it up. My many years of training by walking the dog paid off.
The moral of the story ? Enjoy life to the fullest. The pain is temporary. The memory of the good times lasts forever.
Vicki Robertson, wife of Greg Robertson, passed away January 25, 2023. Vicki was born in Prairie City, Oregon on July 5, 1948. She and Greg were married for 55 years, actually one month shy of 56 years.
They retired from Eureka, California and traveled the ten Western states before settling in Pahrump, Nevada. They rented here for ten years and became members on August 04, 2020.
Vicki is survived by her husband Greg and son Shane and grandson of Crescent City, California.
As a result of a joint effort by the Emergency Preparedness Committee and the Communications Committee, we now have a new text-based alert system to replace the recently eliminated system we shared with the City of Sutherlin. What’s old is … Continue reading
