Howdy!   Welcome to Ed's World

and the 13th Edition of:


Spend a moment, enjoy Texas hospitality, you're invited to another visit with Ed and Barbara in and around our different times and places. Photos of our pets,  of ourselves,  and other strange animals.    A story or two just for fun,  and a poem or two just to  read.  We hope you enjoy your visit.

Meet us in pictures:


Barbara 

Ed

Pierre

Liba

Barbara and Joba 

Barbara's birthday 

Barbara and Popo 

Asking "why me?" 

You can't have both doors! 

Our nap time 

Hortense and Horatio 

Hill country sundown 


Ed's sister Doris and 
her husband, Gordon

 


Doris and Ed in 1931 

Doris and Gordon 

Ed in 1960 

Ed and Barbara in 1954 

Barbara in 1960 

Ed in 2000 

Joke:

Once a rude city slicker came to the ranch to buy a horse. "I don't trust you", he said. "I insist on trying out this horse before I buy it". With that, he mounted the horse and yelled "Giddy-yup". The horse did not move. "This horse is no good, he will not go" said the rude man.  "I am a religious man", I said. "My horses are trained to obey religious commands. If you want this horse to go forward quickly, you must say "Thank you Jesus!". And if you want him to stop, do not say "Whoa", you must say: "Praise the Lord". With these instructions, the rude man yelled: "Thank you Jesus" and the horse bolted forward and away he galloped. Clippity-clop, clippity-clop, as fast as he could go... straight toward a bottomless canyon. Seeing the edge of this chasm coming ever closer, the rude man yelled "Whoa!"...but the horse continued to gallop forward...."Whoa!" again cried the man, but the horse continued galloping forward. At last the man remembered the command to stop the horse, and he screamed "Praise the Lord!".  The horse came to a screeching halt just inches from the edge of this bottomless canyon.  The man wiped the sweat from his brow, rolled his eyes toward Heaven, and at the top of his voice screamed:

"oh THANK YOU, JESUS!"

we lose more good horses this way


 

Barbara taking Pierre 
for his daily bike ride. 


 

 Barbara in 1956 

 Barbara in 2000 

Poem
SURPRISE! 

I dreamed my death the other night, and as Heaven's gates swung wide

           with quiet grace an angel there,  escorted me inside.

There-in to my surprise I saw,  each of you I'd known before

           Pre-judged by me,  and found to be,  unfit past Heaven's door! 

Indignant words raced to my lips, but I never set them free.... 

         For on all your faces I now saw, YOUR surprise at seeing ME! 

from "Once Upon a Time... Forever" (c)   A collection of poems by Edward L. McKneely


 

Wild raccoon entering back door 

Wild raccoon leaving. 

So now baby raccoon tries it. 


Wild javelina 

Tame woman. Wild man. 

Tame ducks in our pool 

More of our Hill Country Place Views

Old western transportation. 

Waterfall at our place. 

Two fawns at our place. 


Power generator shed and 

water tower at our place. 

North view of our place. 


South view at our place. 

San Antonio over my shoulder. 

  Animal time at both places

    All of these animals are wild. They come to eat and drink at our home in Houston and at our place in the hill country of Texas. There is food and water for them at both.

Baby possum stealing food 

Mama possum looking for her baby 

    Another baby possum feeding 

Late at night to take this picture. 

Used special equipment for this picture 

Came, ate, going home. 

Memories

As the shades of evening soften... all the cares upon my face

It is then I think most often... of our times spent in this place.

Of all the gifts God's given me... my most precious ones are few

One of them will always be... my time spent here with you.

 from "Once Upon a Time... Forever"(c)                                                     by Edward L. McKneely 

I hope you have enjoyed these pictures, poems, and jokes. I won't know unless you tell me.

 if you have comments or suggestions:mailto:edtexas@aol.com

 Then:

        Visit Barbara's page:Barbara's Page


Barbara and I wish you the best of everything.  Goodbye for now.


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