I appreciate all the email from family with this and that to share. I have been a bit lax in telling the full names of folks for you all can keep up. I will try to do better in the future. I know a lot of our family and extended family read this and I should be a bit more clearer! I will work on that.
Elinore Moffat's cousin Milton Snethen died and the funeral is at 10am Friday in Kingfisher. Mom reports he was the mover and shaker of the Snethen Reunions each summer, and he will be deeply missed. Plans are in the works for family to attend. Milton was the son of Wilford and Ruth Snethen who was a brother to my grandmother Siegrist. Grandmother Elinore Moffat has a direct line to family business via Milton's niece Janet Gough who works at Kentucky Fry Chicken.. gosh this makes me hungry.. I love fired chicken... Janet is Margorie's twin daughter. Janet's twin mom thinks lives in Colo. More later..
Any news in the family, if so please mail it to us.. or email it.. thanks.. Stan
PS. Cortney... are you still alive???
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Today's Quote
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
From the El Reno Tribune.....
Ivan and Freda Moffat of El Reno will celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary on Wednesday. Ivan Moffat and Freda Heupel were married June 1, 1945, at the home of the bride’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Albert Heupel.
Moffat retired from OG&E in 1987 after 35 years of service. Freda is semi-retired from Skin Care by Tarrah. They have lived in the El Reno area all their married life.
The couple is planning a trip at a later time.
Moffat retired from OG&E in 1987 after 35 years of service. Freda is semi-retired from Skin Care by Tarrah. They have lived in the El Reno area all their married life.
The couple is planning a trip at a later time.
This past Sunday, a family celebration of 60 years of marriage...
Phillip Shane Moffat took this photograph of his Great Uncle Ivan and Great Aunt Freda celebrating their 60th Wedding Anniversay Sunday at the Cracker Barrel in Oklahoma City. I think this was on Sunday at the Cracker Barrel in OKC. (I am not sure as Ann nor I knew this was planned. Prehaps they didn't want us there, hahahahaha... JOKING FOLKS!!!) But according to Phillip, a great time by all in attendance. I am not sure of the list but from the photos.. it looks like Calvin and Agnes Siegrist, Jim and Doris Rowland, Joanna and Clinton Wilson, Phil, Tammy and Austyn Moffat, and Mom and Sis. Hope I didn't leave anyone out. I will try to get rest of the pics online this afternoon. click on photos to enlarge them.
Sister and Brother...
Phillip Shane Moffat took this photograph Sunday at the Cracker Barrel in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, of his Grandmother Elinore Mae Siegrist Moffat and his Great Uncle Calvin Leroy Siegrist, her brother.
This is a special night...
Besides Austyn's T Ball Practice, the folks at Compadre Records say Dan Rather's piece on the life of Billy Joe Shaver airs on tonight's (Wednesday's) episode of 60 Minutes II at 7 p.m. central time on CBS.
Billy Joe Shaver is still kicking, still writing and preforming and has had songs recorded by every major artist in the last 50 years or better. Texas singer/songwriters and the red dirt artist of Oklahoma look to Billy Joe kinda like a greu of songwriting... he is respected by all genre of writers too... So hopefully this will be an exceptional piece by Rather, who is from Texas as well.
Just keeping sharing information.. haha...
Billy Joe Shaver is still kicking, still writing and preforming and has had songs recorded by every major artist in the last 50 years or better. Texas singer/songwriters and the red dirt artist of Oklahoma look to Billy Joe kinda like a greu of songwriting... he is respected by all genre of writers too... So hopefully this will be an exceptional piece by Rather, who is from Texas as well.
Just keeping sharing information.. haha...
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
OH... The boys of summer were at it yesterday...
Ok, pics of the "Boys of Summer" are online from Memorial Day Family picnic with Phillip, Tammy, Austyn, Jake, Heather, Madison, Andrew and I .... small get together of part of the family ...kind of a last minute deal. Paul had to work, and Jonathan and Randi and Kaitlyn wanted a day for themselves, so the rest of us... got together,and as boys will be boys... a game of baseball started... it was the first time Andrew had been exposed to actually playing and was a bit overwhelmed...but Austyn is playing T Ball this summer for the first time and has had a practice. We decided that Andrew was going to be a slugger.. he can really hit the ball, and Austyn really understands the game and is very athletic... so look at world, two new boys .... who will become part of sports legends..... good food, nice time had by all... Enjoy the photos.. I tired to get the ball in the air.. but failed.... darn it.. If you use the family photo link on this page to go to the albums.. they are arranged by alphabet. And for some reason the new camera puts them online by month first not year.. I will try to change this but for now all may pics are under May... not 2005... later.. dad
Monday, May 30, 2005
Guarding Your Thoughts ... this is Memorial Day...
Guarding Your Thoughts
Today is Memorial Day and our thoughts are for those who have bravely given their lives in defending the freedoms we enjoy. We’ve been talking the last few days about leaning to build bridges for relationships with our words. If you want to be a great communicator, Jesus taught us that you should guard your thoughts. because that’s where it all begins. In the book of Matthew, chapter 12, and in Mark 7, there’s a couple of things about what we think and how that results in what we say…first, Matthew 12:34 (NIV)...”Four out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Circle the words “heart” and “mouth”. And then Mark 7:15 (TLB)...Your souls aren’t harmed by what you eat, but by what you think and say!” Circle the words “think” and “say”.
Do you see the vicious circle here? How what I say affects what I think and what I think affects what I say..the vicious circle? Think of this circle with me...let me picture it for you: You start with angry words and those angry words result in a wounded soul...and that wounded soul results in a bitter heart...and that bitter heart results in more angry words. And you just can’t seem to get out of this circle where you’re angry, wounded, hurt...and so you say more angry words....it goes around and around and around. It’s a vicious circle, and we’ve all been caught up in those vicious circles that happen with our words. Jesus said, “If you want to have great communication, you’ve got to guard your heart...it’s one of the keys. Jesus said that words are never a slip of the tongue, but an overflow of the heart. He’s saying you may not have wanted to say it, but you felt it or you wouldn’t have said it...that’s what Jesus is saying. And so, communication starts with what you think. And if you guard that, you’ll talk in a better way. Do you ever let your thoughts leak out into your words? You didn’t mean to and you weren’t going to say it, but you got angry or something happened and “boom!”...it just slipped out...we’ve all done that and that’s what Jesus was talking about. In fact, Jesus said it’s inevitable...eventually it’s going to happen. So part of great communication is guarding your heart....telling yourself, “If I think it, I’m eventually going to say it.” For many of us, we’ll never experience a real change in the way we communicate until we have a change of heart...because that’s where it begins…by guarding our hearts! (Tomorrow: Using Your Ears)
posted by Rix Tillman at 5:54 AM
Today is Memorial Day and our thoughts are for those who have bravely given their lives in defending the freedoms we enjoy. We’ve been talking the last few days about leaning to build bridges for relationships with our words. If you want to be a great communicator, Jesus taught us that you should guard your thoughts. because that’s where it all begins. In the book of Matthew, chapter 12, and in Mark 7, there’s a couple of things about what we think and how that results in what we say…first, Matthew 12:34 (NIV)...”Four out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Circle the words “heart” and “mouth”. And then Mark 7:15 (TLB)...Your souls aren’t harmed by what you eat, but by what you think and say!” Circle the words “think” and “say”.
Do you see the vicious circle here? How what I say affects what I think and what I think affects what I say..the vicious circle? Think of this circle with me...let me picture it for you: You start with angry words and those angry words result in a wounded soul...and that wounded soul results in a bitter heart...and that bitter heart results in more angry words. And you just can’t seem to get out of this circle where you’re angry, wounded, hurt...and so you say more angry words....it goes around and around and around. It’s a vicious circle, and we’ve all been caught up in those vicious circles that happen with our words. Jesus said, “If you want to have great communication, you’ve got to guard your heart...it’s one of the keys. Jesus said that words are never a slip of the tongue, but an overflow of the heart. He’s saying you may not have wanted to say it, but you felt it or you wouldn’t have said it...that’s what Jesus is saying. And so, communication starts with what you think. And if you guard that, you’ll talk in a better way. Do you ever let your thoughts leak out into your words? You didn’t mean to and you weren’t going to say it, but you got angry or something happened and “boom!”...it just slipped out...we’ve all done that and that’s what Jesus was talking about. In fact, Jesus said it’s inevitable...eventually it’s going to happen. So part of great communication is guarding your heart....telling yourself, “If I think it, I’m eventually going to say it.” For many of us, we’ll never experience a real change in the way we communicate until we have a change of heart...because that’s where it begins…by guarding our hearts! (Tomorrow: Using Your Ears)
posted by Rix Tillman at 5:54 AM
Today's Inspirational Story -
Dear Baby
A soldier writes to her unborn child about duty to her country and the decision to serve in the military.
By Staff Sgt. Sharon McBride
Dear baby:
As you grow inside me, I have been thinking more and more of what it means to be a mommy in the U.S. Army.
Let me be the first to tell you, though, that we have a rough road ahead of us, kiddo. The life of a soldier isn't an easy one.
Already in the seven years that I've been in the Army, I've spent a lot of time away from home. It's very rare that I get to spend holidays with my family. And more and more I see my friends and comrades departing on deployments that send them far away from their families for extended lengths of time. And I have a feeling that life isn't going to get any easier, sweetie.
And, although we have been given a reprieve of sorts while you continue to make my belly expand, I have a feeling it won't be too long after you are born that I, too, will be asked to go away--again.
It seems, my dear, that there are too many nasty people in this world that feel like they need to oppress, suffocate and stamp out human pride and freedom among their fellow man.
Why, sweetie? I don't know. But these men seem to be everywhere. Every day when I turn on the news, there's a different man in a different part of the world that's making life unbearable for others.
As a soldier, I have given my word that if the call comes for me to do my part in making the world a better place to live, I'll go. No hesitation. No questions asked.
That call was a lot easier to answer when I didn't have you--when I just had myself to think about. Now, as a future parent, I can see why some single mommies choose to get out of the Army, but my resolve is true.
I know baby, this is going to be hard for you to understand. You're going to want your mommy and she'll be far, far away.
I'm going to miss a lot of important things--perhaps many of your firsts: birthdays, holidays, you know, all the good stuff. But, I am a soldier. It's a profession that few choose, but one that the many don't hesitate to call when there's trouble to be fixed. That's our job; our mission in life: to help others that can't seem to help themselves.
But, take comfort in the fact that there are going to be other children that will not only be missing their mommies but daddies too.
Many families have gone down this road before us. We won't be the first. And we certainly won't be the last. So, if they can do it, surely we can do it too.
While we are together, though, I promise to hold you a bit longer than necessary, read the story about the purple dinosaur as many times as you want, fix you favorite food for dinner, kiss you a lot, hold your hand and take as many photos of you as possible. Memories of these things will have to sustain us while we are apart.
Just take heart that being an Army baby won't be all bad. There will be sweets to go with the sour. You'll get to travel and see other cultures that other kids won't get to see. There will always be food on the table and clothes on your back. If you get sick, you will always have medicine to make you feel better.
Some children in the world don't even have shoes. I know, because I've seen them.
So, as you grow stronger and bigger inside me, I can only hope and pray that you remember the lessons I will teach while we are together and that they will help you when we are apart: Always share your cookies, never call names, remember to say "I'm sorry" if you are wrong, wash behind your ears and brush your teeth, and say "I love you" every chance you get.
Lastly, don't forget to pray for Mommy and the other parents that often have to be so far away from their little ones. We don't want to leave, but sometimes duty calls.
Update: I wrote this letter to my unborn child in Oct. 2003. Prior to her birth I spent 14 months (July 2002-August 2003) in the Middle East during the kick-off and main portion of "Operation Enduring Freedom." After returning to the United States I requested to be stationed at Fort Richardson, Alaska near my hometown of Eagle River. I was granted my request. Lyssa Bree McBride was born Feb. 6, 2004. She was 8 pounds, 12 ounces and over 22 inches long. She is now 7 months old. I've been home just over a year. I received a call last week from my assignment manager, who told me to prepare and to get ready to "pack my bags" that I was going to either Iraq or Afghanistan next Febuary. I was supposed to be stationed in Alaska till 2006.
A soldier writes to her unborn child about duty to her country and the decision to serve in the military.
By Staff Sgt. Sharon McBride
Dear baby:
As you grow inside me, I have been thinking more and more of what it means to be a mommy in the U.S. Army.
Let me be the first to tell you, though, that we have a rough road ahead of us, kiddo. The life of a soldier isn't an easy one.
Already in the seven years that I've been in the Army, I've spent a lot of time away from home. It's very rare that I get to spend holidays with my family. And more and more I see my friends and comrades departing on deployments that send them far away from their families for extended lengths of time. And I have a feeling that life isn't going to get any easier, sweetie.
And, although we have been given a reprieve of sorts while you continue to make my belly expand, I have a feeling it won't be too long after you are born that I, too, will be asked to go away--again.
It seems, my dear, that there are too many nasty people in this world that feel like they need to oppress, suffocate and stamp out human pride and freedom among their fellow man.
Why, sweetie? I don't know. But these men seem to be everywhere. Every day when I turn on the news, there's a different man in a different part of the world that's making life unbearable for others.
As a soldier, I have given my word that if the call comes for me to do my part in making the world a better place to live, I'll go. No hesitation. No questions asked.
That call was a lot easier to answer when I didn't have you--when I just had myself to think about. Now, as a future parent, I can see why some single mommies choose to get out of the Army, but my resolve is true.
I know baby, this is going to be hard for you to understand. You're going to want your mommy and she'll be far, far away.
I'm going to miss a lot of important things--perhaps many of your firsts: birthdays, holidays, you know, all the good stuff. But, I am a soldier. It's a profession that few choose, but one that the many don't hesitate to call when there's trouble to be fixed. That's our job; our mission in life: to help others that can't seem to help themselves.
But, take comfort in the fact that there are going to be other children that will not only be missing their mommies but daddies too.
Many families have gone down this road before us. We won't be the first. And we certainly won't be the last. So, if they can do it, surely we can do it too.
While we are together, though, I promise to hold you a bit longer than necessary, read the story about the purple dinosaur as many times as you want, fix you favorite food for dinner, kiss you a lot, hold your hand and take as many photos of you as possible. Memories of these things will have to sustain us while we are apart.
Just take heart that being an Army baby won't be all bad. There will be sweets to go with the sour. You'll get to travel and see other cultures that other kids won't get to see. There will always be food on the table and clothes on your back. If you get sick, you will always have medicine to make you feel better.
Some children in the world don't even have shoes. I know, because I've seen them.
So, as you grow stronger and bigger inside me, I can only hope and pray that you remember the lessons I will teach while we are together and that they will help you when we are apart: Always share your cookies, never call names, remember to say "I'm sorry" if you are wrong, wash behind your ears and brush your teeth, and say "I love you" every chance you get.
Lastly, don't forget to pray for Mommy and the other parents that often have to be so far away from their little ones. We don't want to leave, but sometimes duty calls.
Update: I wrote this letter to my unborn child in Oct. 2003. Prior to her birth I spent 14 months (July 2002-August 2003) in the Middle East during the kick-off and main portion of "Operation Enduring Freedom." After returning to the United States I requested to be stationed at Fort Richardson, Alaska near my hometown of Eagle River. I was granted my request. Lyssa Bree McBride was born Feb. 6, 2004. She was 8 pounds, 12 ounces and over 22 inches long. She is now 7 months old. I've been home just over a year. I received a call last week from my assignment manager, who told me to prepare and to get ready to "pack my bags" that I was going to either Iraq or Afghanistan next Febuary. I was supposed to be stationed in Alaska till 2006.
Today's Quote
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The family trip to Jet to visit today.....
Jake took pics of their trip to the farm today. Heather, Andrew and Madison went along with Mom and Jake, in my place.. our little car didn't have room for me.... too.. which is ok..
Here's the link of their trip, and visit with Aunt Mert at Jet.
Here's the link of their trip, and visit with Aunt Mert at Jet.
Welcome - Our Moffat Family Blog
T'was a wonderful time, and I am so full of BBQ.. haha.. Tammy and I served as judges at the Meat In the Middle BBQ Cookoff in Perkins Saturday, May 28, 2005. We got to sample the wears of 33 different professional cookers.. wow... more later.. This is the link to the photos from the day... Be safe and have a great holiday weekend...
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Today's Quote
Great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us every day.
-Sally Koch
-Sally Koch
Friday, May 27, 2005
Whew.. a big bad warrior came to see Grandma and I last night.. haha.. We had a good evening. Austyn played and played. He is here today, and is busy waiting on Jake to get in from his first job of the day, so they can play before Jake has to go to his second job. He and Grandma are outside digging up the weeds in the yard today. It's a nice day for that. Phil and Tammy had a nice time at BB King's show in OKC ... Tomorrow is the BBQ cook off in Perkins, and I think we might head down to it.. if I can get my websites up and going.. haha..
Thursday, May 26, 2005
A Memorial Day Poem
He would have been a pitcher
Playing baseball as a pro
He’d have thrown against the Yankees
Striking out fourteen in a row
Life would have been good to him
Making his living in the sun
Had the torpedo not found its mark
In December of 1941
He’d have been a very good dentist
A loving father and faithful spouse
He’d have loved to golf on weekends
And to putter around the house
His kids would have asked for peanuts
When he took them to the zoo
Had his plane not been shot down
In October of 1942
She would have been a terrific mom
To four girls and three boys
She’d have had a home in Eagle Rock
Filled with sounds of playful noise
She’d have loved and been loved
She’d have known joy and glee
Had the hospital not been bombed
In May of 1943
He’d have been a great salesman
With shined shoes and a smile
He’d have made his company a fortune
Once he’d been there for a while
Customers would have welcomed him
When he walked in the door
Had the bullet not pierced his heart
In June of 1944
He would have been a grandpa
With children on his lap
Telling stories of the old times
Before taking an afternoon nap
He’d have been a prime example
Of the joy to be alive
Had his “Victory” ship not been blown to bits
In August of 1945
These Americans didn’t go to war
With thoughts of how to die
Freedom was their sole pursuit
And “life” their battle cry
But when freedom was at risk
And Americans heard the call
They risked their lives and fortunes
And sometimes lost it all
From every walk of life they came
To pay our freedom’s price
No matter what they might have been
They made the greatest sacrifice
God bless you great Americans
On this thirtieth day of May
We decorate your graves with flags
On this Memorial Day.
-Ed Riffle
He would have been a pitcher
Playing baseball as a pro
He’d have thrown against the Yankees
Striking out fourteen in a row
Life would have been good to him
Making his living in the sun
Had the torpedo not found its mark
In December of 1941
He’d have been a very good dentist
A loving father and faithful spouse
He’d have loved to golf on weekends
And to putter around the house
His kids would have asked for peanuts
When he took them to the zoo
Had his plane not been shot down
In October of 1942
She would have been a terrific mom
To four girls and three boys
She’d have had a home in Eagle Rock
Filled with sounds of playful noise
She’d have loved and been loved
She’d have known joy and glee
Had the hospital not been bombed
In May of 1943
He’d have been a great salesman
With shined shoes and a smile
He’d have made his company a fortune
Once he’d been there for a while
Customers would have welcomed him
When he walked in the door
Had the bullet not pierced his heart
In June of 1944
He would have been a grandpa
With children on his lap
Telling stories of the old times
Before taking an afternoon nap
He’d have been a prime example
Of the joy to be alive
Had his “Victory” ship not been blown to bits
In August of 1945
These Americans didn’t go to war
With thoughts of how to die
Freedom was their sole pursuit
And “life” their battle cry
But when freedom was at risk
And Americans heard the call
They risked their lives and fortunes
And sometimes lost it all
From every walk of life they came
To pay our freedom’s price
No matter what they might have been
They made the greatest sacrifice
God bless you great Americans
On this thirtieth day of May
We decorate your graves with flags
On this Memorial Day.
-Ed Riffle
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