Category Archives: Family Stories…

Stories about sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, grandchildren no one is sacred above all PARENTS

Abortion vs Armaments

Abortion is a Woman’s choice. In it a potential life that may destroy her life and her current children’s lives and pull off that fragile hold they have on economic stability that most Mothers have by living paycheck to paycheck.

She is fighting to keep her sanity and her current children alive and stable.

Guns kills and maim thousands and thousands of innocents every year yet there is no call for Gun Dealers to be shut down and run out of town on a rail. After all the murders of schoolchildren and innocents by these filthy dealers in multiple deaths it should be clear that we need to support a woman’s equality,  And not sexual slavery because she happened to be born with a uterus instead of a penis.


If you want to save a life start out there. You might even find your saving thousands.




mister potato head…

Overheard on a golf course after a failed last putt.

Damn, a ” Mr Potato Head”, all eyes and no legs!


President Trump resigns..

What if President Trump was given, what he thought was a Presidential Order he had ordered but in reality it was a Letter of Resignation from the office of the President.

I for one believe he is illiterate. Given a prepared Presidential Order with enough text,  and big words not only wouldn’t he read it. He couldn’t read it.

Mission accomplished.

Sometimes the simplest ways are the best.

Paying your dues…

A rock polisher tumbling the rock, sounding like a jackhammer, breaking up concrete.

But turning that rock into a jewel.

My Mom used to say, “Sometimes you need a slap to appreciate a kiss” .

Life is like that, slapping people around.

Just like Mom said , I now appreciate a kiss.

Hail Women

Hail Women, full of life.

We are with thee,

we are all here to care for each other.

Blessed are all Women.

And blessed is all life that comes from their wombs, all children.

Holy Women, Mothers of Love, stay with us pray for us always and ever through death and ever after, woman.





The 5th Annual John D. Buskirk Golf Outing

For a wonderful time with friends family and lots of good food come to the 5th Annual John D. Buskirk Golf Outing at;

Geneva on the Lake Municipal Golf Course at 2pm Saturday June 21st

4902 Al Mraz Dr.
Geneva-on-the-Lake, Ohio 44041


Its $75.00 for golfing and a superb Steak dinner or $20.00 for the dinner.

What: 18 holes of golf with a beer/soda cart servicing the players and Hot Dogs on the turn at the 9th and a wonderful Steak dinner waiting for you at the Pavillion on-site after. Dinner only starts at 6pm and is $20, there will be doorprizes and a great time had by all! You can send your reservations to;

John Buskirk Golf Outing , P.O. Box 348, Geneva, Ohio 44041

Proceeds will go to the “John Buskirk Scholarship Fund”, to benefit kids in the Geneva area . Thanks for supporting this continuing legacy of Johnny’s to help out kids in Education and Sports.

More “Terms of Endearment”…

I was talking to my sister Marg and laughing so hard that I realized our conversation had the makings of a good article. When Margy and I and our seven other siblings were little my Mother’s terms of endearment went something like this…

“Close your beady little eyes and go to sleep.”


“Go to your room and don’t come out until you can be human.”

What was that? I’m no longer human? That one never ceased to amaze me. She made it clear that anyone who would lose their composure (man or child) was no longer human and couldn’t and wouldn’t be dealt with until they were.

I can also recall her saying ” You are enough to make the Saints drink!” or muttering when truly irate, “Jesusmaryandjoseph!” as if it were one word when repeated slowly acted in the same fashion as slowly counting to ten. She used that one a lot.

“Christ on a crutch!” another one. And last but not least, “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached!”.

So my visions as a child were the Pearly Gates wide open with Peter quite sloshed sitting around commisterating with all the other Saints ( Bernadette, Ignatius etc.) about what wild children we were, all the while I was searching for my head with it easily recongnizable beady little eyes… My Mom, Ma…

I miss her and would give anything to lay my little beady eyes on her now.