Mrs. Binghams Sixty Year Old Secret….


The Government needs to stay out of Women’s Wombs.

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Mrs. Binghams Sixty Year Old Secret….


I believe the Government shouls stay out of Womens’ Wombs.

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The Gift of Time… is well spent.

The phone rang and Ron brought me the phone, I was watering the garden. It was Suzette. I have known her since she was a child. She was blessed with stunning good looks and a simple, loving mind. She was a wonderful worker and as an adult she crewed on the Mariner II. She was a talented Hair Stylist and made a good living. But she loved the fun and glamour of the Mariner. She also, loved to party, drugs and booze were her constant companions. I was looking out the porthole in the galley, while prepping for a cruise. Doing work that Suzette was supposed to do. She was constantly late. But, she would work twice as fast and her sunny disposition would make all her tardiness seem unimportant. I watched as she veered from one side of the dock to the other. I gasped as she recovered her balance in time to prevent her reeling body from going into the water. I met her as she was about to board the aft deck. She looked up at me with a big smile and said: ” Well, I made it, Mary.” I said, ” Yes, you did it again, Suzette. But, you are in no condition to work. So turn your pretty little self around and go home.” She looked up at me with her big brown innocent eyes and giggled; “Okay, Dokay, you call me when you need me, Mary.” She saluted me, and turned heel and staggered back up the dock. Shouting over her shoulder; “I love you, Mary.” as she chuckled at her efforts to master her walk down the plank. “I love you too, Suzette,” And I did and do. How could anyone stay upset at this childish woman so full of sweetness and fun? She is now suffering from MS and is in a nursing home after having been widowed. Her speech is very impaired and it is difficult to understand her. But, I manage to get the jest of her dialog. A nurse has put my phone number on speed dial. So, I often get random phone calls from her when I flash through her mind. She has called this time to apologize for the death of a cattle dog I gave her twenty five years ago. She was living on her Grandparents 300 acre ranch in Martinez. I rescued the dog from a city yard and took him out to Romars’ Ranch, a produce farm that Ron and I owned. Unfortunately it was located near a busy highway and I feared that “Shep” would be run over. So I called Suzette and asked if she would like to have him. She was delighted. He was a wonderful dog. He became her constant companion. Unfortunately, her Grandfather backed over him with his truck and he died. Suzette was filled with guilt. So, she was calling me to tell me how badly she felt about his death. I assured her it was not her fault. And we talked for about an hour as she assured me she would be getting out of the Rest home and when she did she wanted a Schnauzer puppy. I said when she got out we would deal with the puppy. She giggled with glee and said; ” I loved working for you, Mary. Because of you, I know what Pate is. I was watching the food channel and they were making Pate. I was the only one here that knew what it was. You taught me so much.” I had finished watering my garden so I ended the call and told her to call me any time she wanted to talk. I am her link to her past that was a joyful time and the least I can do is make myself available when she wants to relive those adventures. smile emoticon heart emoticon

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Merritt G. Smalley,III aka Gordo, my youngest child dies.


Today is my son Merritt G. Smalley III, aka “Gordo’s 46th Birthday. I allowed myself a day in bed. To grieve his death. I slept, went on Facebook and watched Dr. Phil, in between some tears and some giggles as I allowed memories of Gordo to wash over me. I miss him, but most of all I regret what he could have been. He was the brightest of my children and had the most potential.He should have been an Attorney like his Father or Computer Executive as he had a natural ability with computers. I loved his charm and his active mind we would discuss current events, politics and literature. I adored his sense of humor. We enjoyed each others company. Yes, I miss him. God Bless my lost son…. please say a prayer for him.

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The dogs woke me at 3:00 a.m. with their insistent barking.  I could see the security lights were activated.  The dogs were grouped in a pack at the yard gate.  I went to see what was causing all the upset.  Two Sheriffs were standing there.  My heart skipped a beat.  Only bad news comes delivered at 3:00 a.m. “Please God, don’t let it be Ron.”

They asked if I was, Mary Smalley and I if they could come in, they had some information they needed to give me.  The dogs were jumping up and down around them.  They asked if the dogs bite.  I warned them about “Breezie”,  being very protective of me.  One of the Officers said; ” Oh, they are Schnauzers, they are a friendly breed.”  Just as Breezie snapped at his hand when he went to pet him.  Fortunately his teeth hit his heavy wrist…

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Last Rare White Mini-Schnauzer Puppy Sold..

Molly May was bought by Susan Radcliffe and now resides with her cousin; Mr. Gibbs, bought from me four years ago.  They now all reside in Anchorage, Alaska.  Molly May will go to Susan’s office each day with Mr. Gibbs.  They are a very happy family.

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Only one sweet Rare White Mini-Schnauzer Female Puppy available.


Only one available….

What a perfect Valentine gift.  All givt wrapped in her Red Sweater.

What a perfect Valentine Gift.  All gift wrapped in her new red sweater.  AKC reg. Mini-Schnauzer female puppy. Call Mary 530-589-4450 

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And God makes Woman…

Please read to the end…
By the time the Lord made woman,
He was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An angel appeared and said,
“Why are you spending so much time on this one?”
And the Lord answered, “Have you seen my spec sheet on her?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,
have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart     and she will do everything with only two hands.”
The angel was astounded at the requirements.
“Only two hands!? No way!
And that’s just on the standard model?
That’s too much work for one day.
Wait until tomorrow to finish.”
But I won’t,” the Lord protested.
“I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.
She already heals herself when she is sick
AND can work 18 hour days.”

The angel moved closer and touched the woman.
“But you have made her so soft, Lord.”

“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough.
You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”

“Will she be able to think?”, asked the angel.

The Lord replied,   “Not only will she be able to think,
she will be able to reason and negotiate.”

The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman’s cheek.
“Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.
I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”

That’s not a leak,” the Lord corrected, “that’s a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” the angel asked.

The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”

The angel was impressed.  “You are a genius, Lord.
You thought of everything!  Woman is truly amazing.”

And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness,
love and joy.  They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.

They have compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.



PLEASE pass this along to your women friends and relatives
to remind them just how amazing they are.

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Life is a lesson….

 This is TOO GOOD to not pass on!! Learning is a life long process!!!

Time Gets Better With Age
Read it through to the end, it gets better as you go!

I’ve learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing
“Silent Night.”
Age 5

I’ve learned that our dog doesn’t want to eat my broccoli either.
Age 7

I’ve learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what
they are doing and wave back.
Age 9

I’ve learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mom makes
me clean it up again.
Age 12

I’ve learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try
cheering someone else up.
Age 14

I’ve learned that although it’s hard to admit it, I’m secretly glad my
parents are strict with me.
Age 15

I’ve learned that silent company is often more healing than words of
Age 24

I’ve learned that brushing my child’s hair is one of life’s great
Age 26

I’ve learned that wherever I go, the world’s worst drivers have
followed me there.
Age 29

I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must
live so that no one will believe it.
Age 30

I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly but just don’t
know how to show it.
Age 42

I’ve learned that you can make someone’s day by simply sending them a
little note.
Age 44

I’ve learned that the greater a person’s sense of guilt, the greater
his or her need to cast blame on others.
Age 46

I’ve learned that children and grandparents are natural allies.
Age 47

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,
life does go on and it will be better tomorrow.
Age 48

I’ve learned that singing “Amazing Grace” can lift my spirits for
Age 49

I’ve learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away from the
Age 50

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles
these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas
tree lights.
Age 51

I’ve learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a medicine
cabinet full of pills.
Age 52

I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you miss them terribly after they die.
Age 53

I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a
Age 58

I’ve learned that if you want to do something positive for your
children, work to improve your marriage.
Age 61

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
Age 62

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt
on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
Age 64

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if
you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new
people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
Age 65

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually
make the right decision.
Age 66

I’ve learned that everyone can use a prayer.
Age 72

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
Age 82

I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch – holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
friendly pat on the back.
Age 90

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.
Age 92

I’ve learned that you should pass this on to someone you care about.
Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.

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May God bless you!

“I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned!” (sign in restaurant in St. Louis Missouri)

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Remember who you are!

When I was a little girl growing up in San Pablo, California in a working class neighborhood,  my Mother would say to me:

  ” Remember who you are”. 

  There were a lot of Tar Paper Temporary Housing, wartime  shacks, populated by red-neck country people that had come out to California to work in the Ship Yards during the war. My Mother was a farm girl from Oklahoma who came out to work in the same Ship Yards.  However, once she got a taste of independence and the bright lights of the city,  there was no getting her back to the farm.  She divorced my Father and married a Sailor from Boston.  He was much more sophisticated than she and she soaked up this new exposure like a sponge. He took his GI Bill and went to Carpenter School.  She owned one of those Tar Paper Shacks which we lived in while he built us a new home on the back of the property.  Later tearing the shack down and building a big Garage in front of the new house.  It looked a bit strange but it was one of the RARE new homes.  They sold that one and bought a larger lot one street over and my Sailor Daddy proceeded to build us a bigger, new home.  We lived in it before we could afford to put in a front door.  A piece of plywood was nailed over the door jam.  I remember having to climb in and out the kitchen window for awhile.  He built the house from reclaimed lumber that he got from tearing down buildings at the Ship Yards in Richmond.  I do not remember how many years it took to build the house, but when it was finished it was the newest, nicest house on the block.  My Mother was very pleased. She would have preferred we not play with any of the other kids in the neighborhood with their slow drawls and poor grammar. But since she worked we were left on our own a great deal.

Sailor Daddy Working on the house.

Sailor Daddy Working on the house.

  We lived one year in Boston and I acquired a bit of a formal accent but still distinctly West Coast.  I had some very good grammar school teachers and English spoken correctly was stressed in our home.  I was teased about being from Oklahoma and often called an Okie.  Which was intended as a slur.  Despite my Mother’s: “Remember who you are.”  I had the same self doubts and lack of solid identity that most young people suffer.

Several years later when I was an Adult,  I had the good fortune to travel to Oklahoma for a family reunion.  Where we all gathered in Alabama where my maternal Grandparents were from.  It was there my Uncle; J D Hill produced a book of the Hill family.  He and his wife had spent many years traveling around compiling our family tree.  It was here that he announced that our family was one of the earliest settlers of America.  That our relatives had fought in the American Revolution.  Which meant that any of us and our off springs were qualified to belong to the DAR; Daughters of the American Revolution and the SAR; Sons of the American Revolution.   People of the South especially consider this to be comparable to being American Royalty.  

I was very impressed.

Later I was telling my Paternal Grandmother ;  Mae Dunlap of my prestigious roots on the Sam Hill side of the family.  She then informed me that my Great Grandfather; Jimmie Dunlap had come over from Ireland as an indentured slave.  Not uncommon in those days for the poor Irish to sign a contract to work for room and board for several years as slave labor to pay their passage to America. Once my Great Grandfather had satisfied that debt, he worked day and night to save enough money to invest in a Mule Team.  There was land being given away in the Oklahoma Territory.  All one had to do was file a claim and make a run for the land.  Which is how the Oklahoma Sooners came to be.  The Sooner you got there after the Shot was fired to start the Race you were insured a claim to a deed of land.  Which is how my Great Grandfather  Jimmie Dunlap, from Ireland came to own a section (160) acres of land.  My cousin’s son Keith Winchester still farms that land today.

On my Maternal side of the family; Sam and Mary Hill had fourteen children and later hit oil on their land. And bequeathed to me, one of 64 heirs a share of the the mineral rights to that oil.  Plus the right to claim membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution.  Ascertaining that my family were early founders of America .  Almost  American Royalty.

On my Paternal side of the family Frank and Mae Dunlap only had two children.  They farmed the original land grab that my Irish immigrant Great Grandfather;Jimmie Dunlap secured as an Oklahoma Sooner. Which in Oklahoma is equivalent to being Royalty.

I held my head a bit higher after learning all of this  family history and never again allowed anyone to call me a dumb Okie.   I now knew who I was.

My Mother was right when she said to me;  “Remember who you are.”

To all my young relatives that are trying to find their identity

Skylar Katz, Jamie Katz, Brandon Katz, Nick Katz, Stephanie Harris,Kera Speight, Leeanna Ryel, you and all of your children are entitled to be members of the DAR or the SAR.

I say to you as my Mother said to me; 

“Remember Who You Are”!

Pass it on to your children.



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