From my Cousin Nelda

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

The box is gone," he said

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.


It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was...my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

You mean the world to someone.

Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know how much you appreciate them.

Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life..for the better.


" Thanks for your time"

Lady Jan says no more ka-boom!

We went to Fresno because my daughter was going to get pads for karate and learn to spar at Quan's dojo and we had Arma with us again, but something happened to prevent it.

My husband was driving and there was this noise pow! Then flop flop flop, so of course we thought we had blown a tire.

My husband pulled into a parking lot as soon as he could find one, and we all four of us lay down on the dirty hard top and looked for a blown tire--there wasn't one!

So my husband tried to drive it home, and the flop flop noise got worse and it screeched and then it got hard to brake.

My husband turned into Edward's theater and called a tow truck, and we had it towed home. We knew it had to be on the left side of the car so my husband pulled of the front tire and everything was okay with that tire, so he pulled off the back right one and there was the problem the brakes had fallen off the drum.

We just got the car back from the shop today, it cost us $450.00 for both brakes. I just had both the brakes front and back done last year and it cost me total less than that! But they had to replace the brake drum too so I guess there was part of the cost?

I'm tired of hearing things blowing up, every time something goes ka-boom it cost us money!

Lady Jan's Bragging Rights!

My daughter Sarah and her friend Janae preformed a song called

"Home sweet home"at the high school talent show

They didn't place, but I think they get a pat on the back just for preforming!

I hugged them both and told them I was proud of both of them, and I thought they did great!

Day trip'n with Lady Jan #5

We went shopping in the cute little shops in Mariposa, and then I found these pretty wisteria vine growing nearby. And this is my daughter Sarah's response to my husband telling her to smile.

On the way home back on Ben Hur road there we saw deer.

I believe the species is mule deer.

Two together I think they were a herd of does.

We thought at first that this one was a baby, but on close up I discovered it was just a doe laying down on the job of grazing. notice the mouth full of flowers?

One more view of the stone fence that the Chinese built.

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And the picture below is of an old mine some one in the area dug, but no gold was found here.

there use to be wood above the mine entrance but that is long gone now.

now this little hole in the ground is nothing more than a curiosity and a danger to the unwary.

Then we went home.

the end

Day Trip'n with Lady Jan #4

I bought this from the Mariposa Museum.

There was two house in the back one was the Mariposa news paper and the other was this counter house with the pretty arch. My daughter and my husband are cutting up.

My daughter Sarah, and her friend Arma under the arch.

Granite cart for the stamping machine.

I found Gold! exclaimed my husband.

The Gold up close and personal, it turns out it's nothing more than a little gold paint.

The morn before we got to the museum there was a dedication ceremony for this new sign or plaque.