DRIVELINE NEWSLETTER                6-3-13                         MEMPHIS STREET ROD CLUB

The June club meeting was held at NSA with about 50 members and guests in attendance. The main event of the evening was  some super good pork barbeque cooked  by one of the  club’s best  BBQ cooks, Jerry James. Jerry and crew also provided all the trimmings to go with it. There was baked beans, slaw, potato salad, pasta salad, rolls and for dessert there was Kathey James strawberry cake and the club Prez’s homemade ice cream. There were many that were stuffed but it was super good.

The Prez. opened the business part of the meeting thanking the cooks and  crew consisting of Jerry James, Bob Wescott, Russ Kroell, Frank Lawrence, Billy Murphee and Phil Leider and welcoming guests and visitors. He immediately called on Club Treasurer, Larry Nolan who gave an up to date accounting of club expenditures, money in bank etc.. He also reminded all those who haven’t paid their annual dues to pay up. Larry mentioned member Richard Tiebout who has been laid up for several months at home and is up and walking every day and hopes to be back with the club soon.

Next on the agenda was V/P Ed Bloodworth to give a schedule of local cruises: Tuesday: Countrywood Crossing Center, 2257 N. Germantown Pkwy. Thursday: Bartlett Cruisin’. Saturday: Olive Branch Cruisin’, 6/15: Cruise for Scouting- Collierville, Start: Bumpus /Collierville, End: Hollywood  Casino, Tunica, Ms. 6/17-19  Goodguys, Nashville, Tn., Great Race, Germantown 6/26

The Prez. passed out some advertising with our Tunica show (Delta River Cruisin’)  dates and registration info on the back that can be used to register for members to hand out. The show runs September 27- September 29 at Sam’s Town and we all get the chance to be a part of making the show a success by showing up to work  wherever we are asked to. Meanwhile we have another date to keep by showing up in Louisville at the Nats. on Thursday morning August 1st to work the registration tables for about 4 hours. This is a tradition that the club has been doing for years and the same guys and gals show up so if you haven’t  been helping, try to make it this year. You’ll be glad you did!  The meeting ended with the customary drawing for the grocery money with Sid Johnson winning $70 and Bob Wescott $100. Next month’s meeting @ NSA with Mike Jumper, Clint Holland, Paul Kosma, John Hylander and Lenny Green hosting.

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Rocky Mtn. Street Rod Nats 6/21-23-2013 Colorado State fairgrounds, Pueblo, Co.

Northwest Street Rod Nats  6/28-30, 2013 Clark fairgrounds, Vancouver, Wa.

Streetrod Nats North 9/13-15, 2013 Kalamazoo Cnty Expo Ctr. Kalamazoo, Mi.

NSRA Street Rod Nationals 8/1-4, 2013 Kentucky Exposition Ctr., Louisville, KY.

Northeast Street Rod Nationals 9/20-23, 2013 Champlain Valley Expo, Burlington, Vt.

Southeast Street Rod Nationals 10/11-13, 2013 Florida State fairgrounds, Tampa, Fl.


Helpful! Rumors are circulating in California that radical Muslims are planning to go on a rampage in LA, killing anyone who is a legal U.S. citizen. Police fear the death toll could be as high as 13.  

More Help! A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 A.M. by a loud pounding on the door. The man got up and went to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, was asking for a push. “Not a chance,” said the husband, “it is 3:00 a.m. in the morning!” He slammed the door and returned to bed. “Who was that?” asked his wife. “Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he said. “Did you help him?” she asks. “No, I did not, it’s 3am and its pouring down rain out there!” “Well, you have a short memory,” said the wife. “Can’t you remember about three month’s ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?” “I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself.” “God loves drunk people too, you know!” The man did as he was told, got dressed, and went out into the pouring rain. He called out into the dark, “Hello, are you still out there?” “Yes,” came the reply. “Do you still need a push?” called out the husband. “Yes, please!” came the reply from the dark. “Where are you?” asked the husband. “Over here on the swing!” replied the drunk.

Labor!  The Montana Department of Employment, Division of Labor Standards claimed a small rancher was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to investigate him.

AGENT: I need a list of your employee’s and how much you pay them.

RANCHER: Well, there’s my hired hand who’s been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board. Then there’s the mentally challenged guy. He works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night so he can cope with life. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally.

AGENT: That’s the guy I want to talk to-the mentally challenged one.

RANCHER: That would be me!

How To Stop Church Gossip!

Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church’s morals, kept sticking her nose into other people’s business. Several members did not approve of her extra-curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence. She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town’s

only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told Frank that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing! Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn’t explain, defend or deny. He said nothing. Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s house….walked home….and left it there all night.

(You gotta love Frank!!)

Army! Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted into the Army. On his first day in basic traiing, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheaed off all his hair.  On his second day, the Army issued Herman a tooth brush. That afternoon the  Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth.  On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.

 Do you have a gun in the house?   Always Answer: No  When I had a gallbladder taken out and spent 10 days in the hospital and then had home nurse visits for two weeks and was asked if I had guns in the house. I responded NO  So what is written below has some merit. These are comments from two other people who also have been asked if they have guns in the house. The nurse just kind of slipped it in along with all the regular questions. I told her I refused to answer because it was against the law to ask. Everyone, whether you have guns or not, should give a neutral answer so they have no idea who does and who doesn’t. My doctor asked me if I had guns in my house and also if any were loaded. I, of course, answered yes to both questions. Then he asked why I kept a loaded gun close to my bed. I answered that my son, who is a certified gun instructor and also works for Homeland Security, advised me that an unloaded, locked up gun is no protection against criminal attack. The Government now requires these questions be asked of people on Medicare, and probably everyone else. Just passing this along for your info: I had to visit a doctor other than my regular doctor who was on vacation. One of the questions: Do you have guns in your house? I told them it was none of their business. It is either an insurance issue or government intervention. Either way, the second the government gets into your medical records as Obama-care wants, it will become a major issue. A Vietnam Vet and retired Police Officer had an appointment at the local VA clinic and  found out something interesting while going through triage before seeing the doctor. He was asked if he felt stressed, or threatened or did he feel like doing harm to someone? He responded no and the nurse said if he had said yes, he would lose his carry permit and his medical records would be changed and reported to Homeland Security. They are going after the vets first, then retired policemen and then the gun owners who the Obama administration considers potential terrorists. If you are a veteran or just a gun owner watch what you say and to whom. Eric Holder was overheard at a DC dinner by a Washington Post reporter to say, “The sure way to gain control over the terrifying number of firearms owned by the citizens is to start with the Medicare crowd; they’ll be the demographic most likely to own a plethora of weapons and will be the easiest to gain information about such weapons from. “Are they coming for us?” This was sent to me by e-mail and whether it’s something to worry about or not, it’s worth thinking about and  paying attention to the changes in our country. Billy Graham’s view of what’s happening to our country! He Prays: Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know your Word says, “Woe to those who call evil good,”  but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem. We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbors possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed time honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from sin and Set us free. Amen!  With the Lord’s help, may this prayer sweep over our nation.


FOR SALE:  1956 Buick convertible-needs restored ($12,500) 1965 Chev. Impala convertible complete needs restored ($6,500) 1958 T-Bird complete, needs restored ($2,500) 1935 Ford 2 dr. sedan ($800) 1936 Ford 4 dr. sedan ($800) 1940 Ford pickup ($800) Call Tommy Starkey 662.429.8402

FOR SALE:  1 pr. 6 way power seats out of Jeep Cherokee fits coupe/pickup/4 dr/will not fold. ($125) Ford 4 speed trans., Rebuilt C6 Ford trans w/converter. 518 trans w/overdrive. Volarie front clip-disk, power steering w/pump. Call L.C.Jones 337.2715

FOR SALE: 93/94 Chevrolet V6 engine 2/computer, needs alternator and A/C compressor only. Used 40,000 miles. ($750) Call Robert Inman 867.3184

Food Supply for Meetings:

Affordable Catering (Lisa) 901.744.0123

Leonards’s Pit Barbeque 901.360.1963

The BAR-B-QUE PIT 662.890.3748

Central BBQ Catering 901.272.9377 or 901.767.4672

Driveline is published at 1108 Poplar View Lane N., Collierville, TN 38017

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The Memphis Street Rod Club met on Monday, 5-6-2013 at NSA for the monthly meeting with over 50 members and guests in attendance.Thanks to the May hosts, Larry Lewis, Richard Bouler, Hugo Whitten, Steve Fedor, Bill Mullis and David Meek for arranging for the good meal of hamburger patties, baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, cornbread and peach cobbler for dessert with bottled water and soft drinks to drink.The food was catered by the BAR-B-QUE PIT in Olive Branch, MS with Jennifer doing a great job serving. Club President Make Lyon opened the meeting reminding all that the club newsletter and other club info is now available on the club’s website.  It is only available to club members using the club password to open the site.  If you don’t use a computer and want the newsletter sent to you, call 853-2000 and tell Don to continue to send it by mail otherwise all activities of the club will be posted on the club’s website.  Mike said Raymond Montgomery had lost his Father who lived in Pontotoc, MS. He was 95 years old and a highly decorated veteran of World War II.  Please pray for the Montgomery family. George Poteet said that someone had asked if we were using window stickers at Sam’s Town this year.He said they didn’t like the way we were doing it.  Mike said he would discuss it with the decision makers.  He also reported that Richard Tiebout was doing better, walking everyday to get stronger.  The Prez. called on VP Ed Bloodworth for Cruise dates starting at Countrywood Crossing Shopping Center in Cordova, 5/11 there are car shows at City Park, Savannah, TN. and Tillatoba Baptist Church, Tillatoba, MS., 5/18 Buford Pusser Festival Car Show, Adamsville, TN. 5/24-26 Mid-America Street Rod Nats, Springfield, MO., 6/7-9 Catfish Run, Sardis Lake/Batesville, MS., 6/8 Rockabilly Car Show, Selmer, TN., 6/15-2013 Cruise for Scouting, Start-Bumpus/Collierville End-Hollywood Casino, Tunica, MS., 6/17-19 Goodguys-Nashville, TN., Member Bob Westcot asked to speak regarding “The Great Race” which will make an overnight stop in Germantown on June 26. Bob said the Great Race needed sponsors for a dinner for the participants.The club voted to make a $200 donation to support the dinner.

A little Info about The Great Race

 It starts in St. Paul, Minnesota on June 22 and ends in Mobile, Alabama on June 30.  The Great Race is an antique, vintage, and collector car competitive controlled-speed endurance road rally on public highways.  It is not a test of top speed.  It is a test of driver/navigator teams ability to follow precise course instructions and the teams ability to endure on a cross-country trip.  The course instructions require the competing teams to drive at or below the posted speed limits at all times.  Each day, the driver and navigator receive a set of course instructions that indicate every turn, speed change, stop, and start that the team must make throughout the day (usually 220-250 instructions per day).  Along the course route there will be 4 to 7 checkpoints recording the exact time that the team passes that point.  The objective is to arrive at each checkpoint at the correct time, not the fastest.  The score for each team is the result of the teams ability to follow the designated course precisely.  Every second off the perfect time (early or late) at each checkpoint is a penalty point. This format is much more mentally demanding than a flat out cross country race.  Also GPS or computers are not permitted endurance as well as classic car endurance, rather than programming capability.  The course avoids timed segments on interstate highways, opting instead for scenic local, county, and state highways whenever possible through some of the prettiest country in the United States.  Any car up through model year 1969 is eligible to enter.  For purposes of scoring, the older the vehicle, the better the age factor adjustment the team will receive.  There are about 100 cars entered for 2013. The winners prize is $50,000.00 cash.  The total prize purse is $150,000.00 cash.  Entry fee’s: Private entry: $4500, Corporate Entry: $5750, Cup Entry: $1500. The Great Race headquarters are located in Chattanooga, TN.


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,” Jack 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 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 3 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 the 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 filled 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!” We all mean the world to someone.  We don’t take the time to let them know what they mean to us.  Now’s the time to show your love for those around you.


Chinese Sick Leave

Wong Chow calls into work and says, “I no come work today.  I really sick. Got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, I no come work.” The boss says, “You know something, Wong Chow, I really need you today.  When I feel sick like you do, I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex.  That makes everything better and I go to work.  You try that.” Two hours later Wong Chow calls again. “I do what you say and I feel great.  I be at work soon.  You got nice house!!!”

Senior Moment 

Wife texts husband on a cold winter morning: Windows frozen!” Husband texts back: “Pour warm water over it!” 5 minutes later the wife texts back: “Computer completely screwed up now!!!”

Student Nurse 

A male patient is lying in bed in a hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth.  A young student nurse comes in to give him a partial sponge bath.  “Nurse,” he mumbles from behind the mask, “Are my testicles black?” Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, “I don’t know, Sir.  I’m only here to wash your upper body and feet.” He struggles to ask again, “Nurse, please check for me.  Are my testicles black?” Concerned that he might elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worrying about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.  She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles gently in the other.  She looks very closely and says. “There’s nothing wrong with them, Sir.  They look fine.” The man slowly pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her, and says very slowly, “Thank you very much.  That was wonderful. Now listen very, very closely: Are-my-test-results-back?


Barack Obama, at a recent rural elementary school assembly in South Carolina, asked the audience for total quiet.  Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands once every few seconds, holding the audience in total silence.  Then he said into the microphone, “Children, every time I clap my hands together, a child in America dies from gun violence.” Then little Darrell, with a proud South Carolina drawl, pierced the quiet and said: “Well, dumb ass, stop clapping!”


Wife: “What are you doing?” Husband: “Nothing!” Wife: “Nothing…?” “You’ve been reading our marriage certificate for an hour!” “I was looking for the expiration date!” Wife: “Do you want dinner?” Husband: Sure! What are my choices? Wife: Yes or No!


Girl: “When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles and lighten your burden.” Boy: It’s very kind of you, darling, but I don’t have any worries or troubles.” Girl: “Well, that’s because we aren’t married yet.”


A newly married man asked his wife, “Would you have married me if my father hadn’t left me a fortune?” “Honey,” the woman replied sweetly, “I’d have married you, NO MATTER WHO LEFT YOU A FORTUNE.”


An elderly man went to his doctor and said, “Doc, I think I’m getting senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.”  “That’s not senility,” replied the doctor. “Senility is when you forget to zip down.”


A woman was having a passionate affair with an Irish inspector from a pest control company.  One afternoon they were carrying on in the bedroom together when her husband arrived home unexpectedly. “Quick,” said the woman to the lover, “Into the closet,” and she pushed him in the closet stark naked.  The husband, however became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom discovered the man in the closet. “Who are you?” he asked him. “I’m an inspector from Bugs B Gone”, said the exterminator, “What are you doing in there?” The husband asked. “I’m investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths,” the man replied. “And where are your clothes?” asked the husband. The man looked down at himself and said, “Those things are quick.”


Son: “Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to give up my seat to a lady.” “Well, you did the right thing.” But Mom I was sitting on Dad’s lap!”


1961 S. Houston Levee Road

Collierville, TN


MAY 22ND  2:00 P.M.


FOR SALE:  1956 Buick convertible-needs restored ($12,500) 1965 Chev. Impala convertible complete needs restored ($6,500) 1958 T-Bird complete, needs restored ($2,500) 1935 Ford 2 dr. sedan ($800) 1936 Ford 4 dr. sedan ($800) 1940 Ford pickup ($800) Call Tommy Starkey 662.429.8402

FOR SALE:  1 pr. 6 way power seats out of Jeep Cherokee fits coupe/pickup/4 dr/will not fold. ($125) Ford 4 speed trans., Rebuilt C6 Ford trans w/converter. 518 trans w/overdrive. Volarie front clip-disk, power steering w/pump. Call L.C.Jones 337.2715

FOR SALE: 93/94 Chevrolet V6 engine 2/computer, needs alternator and A/C compressor only. Used 40,000 miles. ($750) Call Robert Inman 867.3184

Food Supply for Meetings:

Affordable Catering (Lisa) 744.0123

Leonards’s Pit Barbecue 360.1963

The BAR-B-QUE PIT 662.890.3748

Central BBQ Catering 272.9377 or 767.4672

Driveline is published at 1108 Poplar View Lane N., Collierville, TN 38017

We reserve the right to approve all components of this newsletter and welcome

comments and suggestions for changes and additions. If you have

something you would like to put into Driveline,

Call Don Chute @901.853.2000 or e-mail


Don Chute

The Memphis Street Rod Club met on Monday, 4-1-2013 at NSA for the monthly meeting with over 50 members and guests in attendance. Thanks to the April hosts, Bill Holt, Bob Beeson, Jim Traylor, Dave Freeman and Don Chute for arranging for the good meal of barbequed pulled pork, pork ribs and chicken with baked beans and potato salad and topped off with banana pudding for dessert and iced tea to drink. The food was catered by the BAR-B-QUE PIT in Olive Branch, MS. President Mike Lyon opened the meeting welcoming all in attendance and thanking the men responsible for arranging for and setting up the meeting’s meal. The first order of business was the club’s website and some changes that have been made to help everyone to keep up with all the activities of the club by checking the club’s website regularly so you’ll know what’s going on in a more timely manner. The newsletter keeps up with most going on events but you only get a newsletter once a month and an event may have come and gone before you see a newsletter. If you check the website, you will be up to date instantly. The newsletter will still be available to those who don’t do computers if you let the editor know it. Call Don at the number on the back page of your newsletter. The Prez. called on VP Ed Bloodworth to give an up to date accounting of upcoming cruises, car shows etc., where they are and when. One popular show with our club is the “Bunny Run” in Jackson, TN. April 20-22 at Fairgrounds Park. ( Ed said cruisin’ is happening in Bartlett and Olive Branch. I couldn’t hear the other places that were mentioned. I heard someone mention a car show in Germantown (4-13-13) sponsored by the Kiwanis Club. The Prez. wrestled control of the meeting from Eddie announcing that rooms for the Delta River Cruisin’ show are available for reservation now if you call Sam’s Town at Tunica. Mike also mentioned that any kind of a motorized cart has to be registered and insured with proof before allowed at the show. Mike called on master of ticket drawing, George Poteet to draw 2 winning numbers for the big cash “glad I came prize.” Mike Jumper went home with $107 and Butch Campbell with $108. Rolling in it!! Next month’s meeting will be held at the same place with David Meek, Larry Lewis, Richard Bouler, Hugo Whitten, Steve Fedor and Bill Mullis hosting. 
GIRL WITH THE APPLE (true story) The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow’s Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated. “Whatever you do,4/9/2013” Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, “don’t tell them your age. Say you’re sixteen.” I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, and then asked my age. “Sixteen,” I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood. My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, “Why?” He didn’t answer. I ran to Mama’s side and said I wanted to stay with her. “No,” she said sternly. “Get away. Don’t be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.” She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her. My brothers and I were transported to Germany in a cattle car. We arrived at Buchenwald concentration camp one night later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. “Don’t call me Herman anymore.” I said to my brothers. “ Call me 94983.” I was put to work in the camp’s crematorium, loading the dead into a hand cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald’s sub-camps near Berlin… One morning I thought I heard my mother’s voice. “Son,” she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.” Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear. A couple days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. “Do you have something to eat?” She didn’t understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat-a hunk of bread or, better yet an apple. We didn’t dare linger or speak. To be caught would mean death for both of us. I didn’t know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as bread and apples. Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia…”Don’t return,” I told the girl that day. “We’re leaving.” I turned towards the barracks and didn’t look back, didn’t even say good by to the little girl whose name I’d never learned, the girl with the apples. We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied Forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00A.M. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death tried to claim me but somehow I’d survived. Now it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought we will be reunited. But at 8:00 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I’m not sure how. But I knew the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person’s goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and an angel had come. Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish Charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in Electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved.. I served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War and returned to New York after two years. By August 1957 I’d opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in. One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. “I’ve got a date. She’s got a Polish friend. Let’s double date.” A blind date? Nah, that wasn’t for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn’t so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond shaped eyes that sparkled with life. The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn’t remember having a better time. We piled back into Sid’s car, Roma and I in the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, “Where were you,” she asked softly, “during the war?” “The camps,” I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss…I had tried to forget. But you can never forget. She nodded. “My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin,” she told me. “My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.” I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world. “There was a camp next to the farm.” Roma continued. “I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples everyday.”What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. “What did he look like? I asked. He was tall and skinny and hungry. I must have seen him everyday for six months.” My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be. “Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?” Roma looked at me in amazement. “Yes!” “That was me!” I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn’t believe it! My angel. “I’m not letting you go.” I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn’t want to wait. “You’re crazy!” she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I already knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I have found her again, I could never let her go. That day she said yes. And I kept my word. After 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go. Herman Rosenblat, Miami Beach, FL.
HUMOR •SAINT PETER is sitting at the Pearly Gates when two black guys and two Mexican guys arrive. He looked out through the Gates and said “Wait here, I will be right back.” St. Peter goes over to God’s chambers and tells him who is waiting for entrance. God says to Peter: “How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t be racist and judgmental here. This is heaven. All are loved. All are brothers. Go back and let them in!” St. Peter goes back to the Gates, looks around and lets out a heavy sigh. He returns to God’s chambers and says “Well, they’re gone.” “Who, the black guys or the Mexican guys, asked God?” “No, The Pearly Gates.” St. Peter said.•THE SENILITY PRAYER Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference. •JUST before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked “How old was your husband?” “98,” she replied: “Two years older than me” “So you’re 96,” the undertaker commented. She responded, “Hardly worth going home, is it?” •REPORTERS interviewing a 104-year-old woman:”And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?” the reporter asked. She simply replied, “No peer pressure.”•I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor’s permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour.. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over. •My memory’s not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory’s not as sharp as it used to be.•Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out. •It’s scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker. •Always REMEMBER this: You don’t stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing…


FOR SALE: 1956 Buick convertible-needs restored ($12,500) 1965 Chev. Impala convertible complete needs restored ($6,500) 1958 T-Bird complete, needs restored ($2,500) 1935 Ford 2 dr. sedan ($800) 1936 Ford 4 dr. sedan ($800) 1940 Ford pickup ($800) Call Tommy Starkey 662.429.8402
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FOR SALE: 93/94 Chevrolet V6 engine 2/computer, needs alternator and A/C compressor only. Used 40,000 miles. ($750) Call Robert Inman 867.3184

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Please make plans to spend the weekend of September 27 - 29 2013 with The Memphis Street Rods and thousands of our friends at the 14th annual Delta River Cruisin' at Sams Town Tunica.

Thanks, Mike


We have attempted to do the work for you by contacting area motels to arrange for additional rooms. These motels have expressed a desire to have you and your car stay with them and all have offered a discounted rate.  Tell them you are attending the Delta River Crusin' (car show)  for your reduced rate. Room availability is limited, prices are subject to change and out of  the control of  Memphis Street Rods and The Delta River Crusin' Show. Additionally, there are many more options available to you in the Tunica area.