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Conda Edith Hoobler was a schoolteacher, the daughter of Frank Wilder and Lona Hoobler of Taylor, Nebraska.
Her husband was Abe A. Duryea; born May 22, 1905 in Arcadia, Valley County, Nebraska and the son of A.C. and Mary (Spangberg) Duryea. The mother died at quite an early age but the father, Abe Sr., lived to the ripe old age of 103 years. Abe Jr. was a victim of polio at age four. It affected him throughout his life but at his present age (in January 1987) of 81 years, he has never considered it as a real handicap.
After he had taught school for five years, on Christmas day, 1929, he was married to the girl of his choice, Conda Hoobler. She was a schoolteacher, the daughter of Frank and Lona Hoobler of Taylor, Nebraska. Abe was then a teacher and part-time barber. The price of a haircut was 35 cents and a shave at 20 cents, both for 50 cents. This supplement along with their school teaching of $75 per month each made it possible to live and pay most of the bills. However Conda’s income was to cease when a little daughter, Leta Rae, was born to the happy couple on Jan. 19, 1931. A second daughter, Bonnie Rea, came to them on Nov. 3, 1932. At this time Abe was a teacher and elementary athletic coach in the Taylor public schools. Times and salaries were declining, and in the fall of 1933 the Duryea family moved west to Bingham, Nebraska where Abe was to be a junior high teacher, high school basketball coach and part time barber. Haircuts were now 50 cents and the family felt that they had made a good move to this little Sheridan County village.
Their son, Bob, was born in Bingham July 28, 1934. The salary now was $85 per month and with the availability of fish from the nearby lakes, an occasional sale of a muskrat hide, and always plenty of cow chips to stock the big wood stove for heat, and with lots of good permanent friends they found themselves "right up among" the others in survival and happiness. The fall of 1937 was the height of the "dust bowl era" with ranchers putting up Russian thistles for feed due to the scarcity of hay. It was at this time that the Duryea family moved to Chadron where Abe entered the State College for some much needed training and college credit. Needless to say it took a lot of hard work, planning, and determination to stay with the project. Barbering, janitor work, and what was called "The College Laundry" manned by Abe and Conda paid the bills. Three women were employed at $1 per day, a college boy worked for his board and room, and a high school girl did likewise. The college boys all wore white shirts to school, which were laundered by the Duryeas for 10 cents each.
Abe went for six weeks each summer as an assistant to the director of the "Chadron State College Study Tours" during which time he was exposed to 44 of our states, and portions of Canada and Mexico. In May 1941 came the big story. Abe graduated with 6 years to his credit and wife Conda had completed her 2 years. In September of 1941 the family moved to Richmond, Va. where Abe headed the high school Industrial Arts Department in the Glen Allen Schools, and Conda became the principal of a seven-teacher elementary school. The second World War came upon them with its many complications in December. This caused the family to become homesick for friends in Nebraska.
The Duryeas returned to Bingham in 1943 where Abe became superintendent of the 12 grade accredited high school, and wife Conda became principal. After 22 years of teaching, their last move was to Alliance in 1946. The next 30 years were devoted to the Real Estate and Insurance business. Upon retirement, at age 71, Abe operated "Abe's Sharp-all Shop" for 15 years with his helpmate, Conda.
Abe A. Duryea, 86, died Saturday, December 14, 1991, at Box Butte General Hospital. He was a member of United Methodist Church and a member of Kiwanis Club since 1952, with 30 years of perfect attendance.
He is survived by his wife, Conda, Alliance; son, Bob, of Alliance; daughter, Bonnie Jones of Antrim, NH; daughter, Leta Whiteman of Overland Park, KS; sister, Burneice Lindsay of Glendale, CA; seven grandchildren and six great grandchildren. Funeral services were held Tuesday, December 17, at 10:00 a.m. at the Bates-Gould Funeral Home in Alliance with the Rev. Richard Carter officiating. Burial was in Alliance Cemetery.
By Bonnie - After Abe's death in l991, Conda remained in their cozy home at 812 Big Horn Avenue in Alliance. Her son & wife, Bob & Joanie, and their 3 married daughters live nearby, and are a constant source of comfort and joy to her. She took trips to visit her 2 daughters & their families (Leta in KC, MO and Bonnie in New England). Since l995, the family has had yearly reunions in the Alliance, Black Hills or Chadron area. Although her eyesight is very poor due to Glaucoma, she continues to walk daily by using a white cane. Her hobbies include crocheting Afghans, listening to talking books, and following the High School sports of her great grandchildren on the radio. She is a remarkable lady of 93 and a treasure to her family.
Conda Edith obituary
An amazing, dearly beloved lady, Conda Edith (Hoobler) Duryea has passed from this life at the age of 98 on September 30, 2006 at Good Samaritan Health Care Center. She was born June 24, 1908 in Moulton, Loup County, Nebraska to Frank and Lona (Vinnedge) Hoobler. For three years, after high school, she taught in a one-room schoolhouse in Taylor, Nebraska. She married Abe A. Duryea on Christmas Day, 1929 in Taylor, Nebraska. She was a devoted, loving Mother to two daughters and one son. After attending Chadron State Teacher’s College, she taught school for twelve years.
The family moved to Alliance in 1946, and was in the Real Estate and Insurance business for 31 years, and later operated Abe’s Sharp-All Shop for 13 years, retiring in 1990. After Abe’s death in 1991, Conda remained in the family home until 2003 when she moved into Sandhills Samaritan Assisted Living. In her later years her eyesight failed, but her dear smile, warm, loving personality, and constant love for her large devoted family never faltered.
Preceding her in death were her parents, three brothers, and her husband. She is survived by her son and his wife, Bob and Joanie Duryea of Alliance, daughters Bonnie and husband Dale Jones of Sierra Vista, AZ, and Leta Whiteman of Everest, KS, her sister Phyllis Billiard of Kalispell, MT, 7 grandchildren, 9 great-grandchildren and 2 great-great grandchildren. Numerous nieces and nephews and a host of dear friends also survive her.
At her request, cremation has taken place and a memorial service will be Friday, October 6 at 11:00 a.m. at the United Methodist Church with Reverend Doug Griger and Norma Jensen officiating. A private family burial will take place in the Alliance Cemetery. The family suggests memorials be given to the United Methodist Church, 704 Box Butte or to Prairie Haven Hospice, 2409 Box Butte Avenue, Alliance.
“Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.” Author Unknown
The wine rack at the Cafe Marco, Marco Polo Plaza Cebu, Cebu City, Philippines.
Seen in Explore! January 9, 2009
“Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom.”
Plato
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Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young.
PLEASE NO MULTI INVITATIONS,AWARDS AND GRAPHICS
I thought I'd skip a day of Southern California sunsets to post another Scotch portrait I shot last week. Autumn is finally here--at least the LA version--and with it came a large drop in temperature. For the last few weeks, the days have been mostly perfect, a slight breeze blowing and much cooler evenings. It's no longer chillier in the apartment than outside so Scotch have I are back to spending a great deal of time on the balcony, mostly after he comes back from a walk or gets worked up. Typically I'll sit there with him while he searches for his breath and once that happens, he falls right to sleep.
A year ago when this illness first starting showing up, he simply sounded a bit louder when breathing and couldn't quite keep up the pace he had become accustomed to. He still followed me eagerly out to the car everyday, ready and excited for wherever we'd wind up. My camera bag and tripod had a Pavlovian hold over him and we'd head out into the countryside where he'd end up sleeping at my feet, between me and the tripod. Now, I have to encourage a frozen, timid eyed dog to the car if we need to go anywhere. The effects of age, frequent vet visits over the last year and the 4,000+ mile trip to Southern California seemed to officially end his enjoyment for the car. I still don't regret the decision to move with a senior dog to California in the dead of winter...just wish it had been able to happen a few years earlier.
This week hasn't been particularly great for him and I always struggle to go photograph a beautiful sunset while he's at home sleeping peacefully or having difficulty settling down. I feel guilty. My passion for photography grew from our early adventures together. When he was having terrible seizures as a very young dog, constantly nervous and upset, and getting bullied by almost every dog we'd come across, it didn't seem like he'd be around too long so we spent a considerable amount of my free time road-tripping out to the countryside where he could run off leash, and enjoy being a hunting dog. In turn, I began to photograph him both because it was one of the few ways to see him happy and carefree but also because the vet didn't give me much hope for a long life and I wanted to photodocument him while I could. That's literally the only reason I got into photography and now each trip is alone. He just doesn't have the stamina and it's just not fair to drag him along. He's happier at home.
When he's asleep, you wouldn't think there's anything wrong with him at all. When he's awake and calm, he acts pretty normal, but if out on a walk or worked up, he sounds terrible. From afar, people have told me how young they thought Scotch was and up close it's a lot of sympathetic "awwwws" as he pants with me simply saying "he's an old guy". He's still 100% alert, happy and will always prefer to run vs walk, even though he must know it's bad for him at this point. This week however, his heavy breathing has transformed a bit from the really heavy panting into a quiet struggle for air. He shows no signs of panic but silently gasps like a fish out of water until it settles down. Then, it's usually back to normal or to sleep. His seizures were horrible to see when we were both young and each time, I sat there trying to stay calm while reassuring a dog he'd be ok. Now, a decade later, I'm doing the same. When he's extremely worked up, I worry about what I might find in the morning but each day when I wake, he's calm and happy, like the previous night never happened. We had several dogs die from cancer in our family at various stages in life and in those cases, you could see one day when the dog finally had no fight left and was ready and at peace. I keep expecting him to become depressed or unhappy but he doesn't seem ready just yet. He's still extremely happy to be alive. His appetite is fine, his tail never stops wagging, he still jumps up and runs to the door when I pick up his harness, he still runs the second he goes off leash, and he never turns down treats or people food. At some point soon down the road, his breathing will go from stressed to distressed and there won't be anything either of us can do. Until that happens though, I don't expect him to to give in or give up.
This was shot a few nights ago when he was extremely relaxed and lounging comfortably on his memory foam bed.** He has a gel insert on it that keeps him a little cooler all the time. he rotates throughout the day all over the apartment, but this is his favorite spot other than maybe the back porch. He's a big fan of the armrest obviously. Most of his photos recently have come on this couch because I want to disturb him as little as possible when I shoot. He's still so full of life even if his body is slowly letting him down. Still checking the weather daily at the closest mountains, waiting for snow :)
▪️SCOTCH▪️
•Age 13 portrait
•Hollywood, California
•October 25th, 2016
▪️SETTINGS▪️
•Canon T4i
•EF40 f/2.8 STM
•@40mm
•ISO 200
•f/2.8
•1/10th second
--dimmed overhead lighting and iphone 6+ flashlight to illuminate the face.
**and for anyone who is looking for a really high quality bed for their aging [or regular] pet, I would recommend this one in an instant. Scotch used to get my old Rottweiler's hand me down dog beds but I wanted to put that one on the balcony and get him a really comfortable one for inside. We ordered and returned a few before settling on this bed. I got it in Large since he likes to stretch out and it seems very durable, easy to clean and the armrests wrap 3/4 around the bed. It's more than I wanted to pay but it's definitely worth it. I got it off Amazon:
Petfusion Ultimate Pet Bed & Lounge
Size: Large
www.amazon.com/dp/B00TQ47CPW/ref=cm_sw_r_sms_c_api_kQAgyb...
For any of you who have been following Willy's progress after his diagnosis of hyperthyroidism - Here he is feeling much better & hugging a cushion.
You can tell it's 'his cushion' by all the snags in the fabric - & just look what he's done to my old lampshade's tassels!
Sadly old age doesn't come alone................Wasn’t sure about posting this one. I never, intentionally, ridicule people but I was taken by the fact that health is a lottery.
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How can one face old age?
There are two choices.
1. Be proud of your past and live in a happy and perfect present.
2. Get depressed of getting old, worry about the future and spoil a perfect present.
Which is your choice?
Of course mine is No 1, LOL.
Dear friends,
I was away from flickr for quite a long time (longest, in fact) due to some personal work.
Happy to be with you all again. I missed all your wonderful works and I will catch
up slowly.
Cheers. Have a nice day.
With the tree having died due to old age, these two have taken up a post looking for the next delivery of acorns from family members only to be pounded into this carefully chosen stump (about 15 feet and already having started as a cache). Unless someone actually removes the stump, this is good for 100 years or more since it's too short to be toppled by wind.
Acorn woodpeckers know every tree in their family territories, but in the vast oak woodlands, there are only two possible thieves: other woodpeckers or scrub jays (or Steller's jays which are much less common). Scrub jays prefer getting acorns in the leave litter, and other acorn woodpeckers are too busy protecting their caches from other woodpeckers.
The family: The breeding habitat is forested areas with oaks in the hills of coastal areas and foothills of California and the southwestern United States south to Colombia. This species may occur at low elevations in the north of its range, but rarely below 1,000 m (3,300 ft) in Central America, and it breeds up to the timberline. The breeding pair excavate a nest in a large cavity in a dead tree or a dead part of a tree. A group of adults may participate in nesting activities: field studies have shown that breeding groups range from monogamous pairs to breeding collectives of seven males and three females, plus up to 10 nonbreeding helpers. Young from a single brood have been found with multiple paternity. Female will destroy eggs if there are more than seven in one nest.
Usually you'll hear the very familiar (well, familiar if you live near oak woodlands) "Waka, Waka, Waka" before you see them. There are over 20 kinds of native oaks in California, each producing different acorns, and there is definitely a preference for certain acorns. Three-inch acorns are not preferred, probably because they're unwieldy to carry and hammer into trunks of trees. One common behavior is to watch an Acorn Woodpecker drop an acorn. look down at it for perhaps five minutes, and then decide it's easier to fly to another tree and try again. Maybe that's how California got to have such a huge range. The California Blue Oak covers 2,939,000 acres of the state. That's a whole lot of acorns in just one state. (I suggest you take a look at the range map which spreads from coastal woodlands of California to lower elevations of Columbia.)
Drumming: The mating "call" of the acorn woodpecker is a drumming into (preferably) large trunks and branches of oaks, but they will use whatever makes the loudest noise. About ten years ago, several families decided that the metal downspouts of a large retirement complex (Rossmoor) make ideal drums while making live miserable for the several thousand retired residents. The residents got a petition to shoot acorn woodpeckers, but the city council didn't think it a good idea to have 90 year-old humans with rifles shooting at anything especially in very close housing. The drumming lasted for just two mating seasons when it may have become too noisy even for the woodpeckers.
Families: The breeding habitat is forested areas with oaks in the hills of coastal areas and foothills of California and the southwestern United States south to Colombia. This species may occur at low elevations in the north of its range, but rarely below 1,000 m (3,300 ft) in Central America, and it breeds up to the timberline. The breeding pair excavate a nest in a large cavity in a dead tree or a dead part of a tree. A group of adults may participate in nesting activities: field studies have shown that breeding groups range from monogamous pairs to breeding collectives of seven males and three females, plus up to 10 nonbreeding helpers. Young from a single brood have been found with multiple paternity.
Image Above: Taken five years ago, I haven't been able to make the climb to this particular stump because of the terrain versus the knees. I'm sure it's still there, and the largest of the trees used for caches are closer to the base of Mt. Diablo and easier to get to.
The female is to the right, the male to the left. Identifying sexes in Acorn Woodpeckers is easy. The white area above the beak on the male covers everything to the red cap whereas, with the female, there is a break in the pattern: white to black to red.
Posting a few more images from my archives until I can get out again. I am adding the description (if any) that I wrote under a previously posted photo taken on the same outing.
This is a photo taken on 6 October 2009, in the garden at the Calgary Zoo.
On my way back to my hometown I pass by this fine old aging corncrib. Decided it was time to get a photo of it. Like everything else farming has moved forward but some of the artifacts of the past remain. One of these days that roof will be completely gone and all that will remain is the crib. You can tell this was a fine corncrib.
An image may be purchased at edward-peterson.pixels.com/featured/fine-old-aging-corncr...
Rishikesh is a city in India’s northern state of Uttarakhand, in the Himalayan foothills beside the Ganges River. The river is considered holy, and the city is renowned as a center for studying yoga and meditation. Temples and ashrams (centers for spiritual studies) line the eastern bank around Swarg Ashram, a traffic-free, alcohol-free and vegetarian enclave upstream from Rishikesh town.
as one grows older
post pandemic it gets
worse wounds dont heal
memories in reverse
hope the only nurse
to live you need a purse
lost illusion s who the fuck
will reimburse..
#beggarpoet
Nov 2017
Fujifilm X-T10
FUJINON LENS XF18-55mm F2.8-4 R LM OIS
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Nishikyō-ku, Kyoto, Kyoto Pref
Yoshimine-dera (善峯寺)
green old age
After losing Bella (photo in Comments) to old age 15 months ago, we have finally adopted another cat. Abby is 8 years old, healthy and perky.
Although we have taken a number of phone shots already, this is my first somewhat more formal portrait. I say 'somewhat' because it is still a pretty quick grab, which is pretty well how it must be with cats. I used a flash with my macro lens and processed it with a bit of an arty glow.
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