Hello To All:

 

Maureen’s new computer will only speak in Spanish right now.  Soon as we can teach it English, Maureen will be back on line.

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It has been a quiet week out here.  It has also been a sad week.  We said good bye to a dear friend, Jim Bickel.

Judy and I had stopped at Jim’s house on Friday to visit for a while.  It was a good visit and as we left Judy gave him a little hug and I gave him a good hand shake.  At 86 years of age his grip was still firm.  He said that he appreciated us coming by to see him and to come back.  We did try go by to visit  every time we got to town.  That was to be our last visit with Jim Bickel.

 

You can look up all the statistics about  Jim in the local obituaries.  There are many marks that he left on his journey through Texas.   The things that won’t be mentioned is  the kind of man he was and how he will be remembered.

Jim was a country boy and never did pretend to be otherwise.  I only knew Jim for a couple of years.  He was my wife Judy’s neighbor and friend for many years and right away he accepted me to be his friend.  He was at ease talking to the mayor or a bank president as he was with the guy who came down the street looking for lawns to mow.  Judy told me of the many times that Jim had come across the street to help out with something and expected no reward other than  “Thank You”.

He had a sense of humor that was as dry as that West Texas farm that he grew up on.  He would sit in a chair at the back of his house with an air rifle.  When one of those pecan stealing squirrels would get in his range, he would pop it, cut off his tail and nail it to the tree.  That is the strangest looking tree you will ever see.   Beside the back door there is a metal dog , down on one knee and aiming a rifle.  I really didn’t understand that bit of metal sculpture

until Judy told me that Jim was well known for training hunting dogs.  I guess this was to be his last hunting dog.

He was a loyal and faithful husband, father and mentor to many young people.  I never saw him angry or hear him use profane language.

A few years ago there was a computer programing language known as WYSIWYG (What you see is what you get)  That pretty much describes Jim Bickel.  Nothing more, nothing less.

We would all be better off if we were to keep in mind Jim’s polite way of living and dealing with other people.  He will be missed by many.

So it goes in our quiet little corner of Coleman County.

Talpa Bob

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