The Flog – The Fabry Log

Post-Health Care Reform Resolves
1. Pray more. 1 Thessalonians 5:17
2. Listen first. James 1:19
3. Work harder. Colossians 3:23
4. Serve others. Galatians 6:9
5. Defend life. Proverbs 24:11-12
6. Grumble less. James 5:9
7. Do justice. Amos 5:24
8. Love mercy. Micah 6:8
9. Walk humbly. Proverbs 15:33
10. Rejoice always. 1 Thessalonians 5:16
11. Trust Jesus. Revelation 19:6

They were married and returned to West Virginia and he began working at Union Carbide and farming on the side and she worked at a bank in Huntington, WV. Soon, there was another little mouth to feed, my older brother John, so...I can't recall if she let some wolves take care of him or if he stayed home alone. Either way, two years later my other brother happened to drop out of the sky and it was two against two. I believe during this time they lived beside my grandfather's farm in Culloden, WV, within sight of the Interstate. Times were hard and they scraped by trading baseball cards and eating ramps, until I came along in 1961. That changed everything. It was prosperity all around! People flocked to see this little bundle of joy and paid admittance to hear me laugh until milk came out my nose.

Here is a picture of them recently, some 60 years since the picture above. Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed eat your hearts out.

My sister-in-law, Kim, snapped the shot below as they walked through a nearby graveyard of many of our kin last Memorial Day. We're sure blessed to have had the longevity of their marriage and lives. May Robert and Kathryn Fabry enjoy many more years of wedded bliss!

(Visit the Audio Flashbacks page on my website to hear an on-air conversation with my mom from days of yore. Believe me, it's a hoot.)

I’m getting ready for a long trip with some exciting things to do. Thanks for any prayer you can give my family while I’m away, and for me. I’ll tell you more about the trip when it’s appropriate, but I’m heading to Nashville to attend the National Religious Broadcasters convention and then south to New Orleans for a few days.

My kids have known about the trip for a while and have been talking about it. Yesterday as we were driving back to the house, I had the radio off and one of my sons was riding shotgun. There was a long pause in the conversation. Then, matter-of-factly he said, “Are you going to cheat?”

I furrowed my brow, trying to discern his meaning. I was speechless, actually.

He could sense my lack of verbal abilities so he clarified. “You know, on your trip. Are you going to cheat?”

I still didn’t catch his meaning. Does he know something about Nashville that I don’t? I know New Orleans is a rough town, but I wasn’t planning to go to any red light districts.

“I still don’t know what you mean,” I said.

“Yes you do,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Are you going to cheat on the diet? Are you going to eat any bad stuff?”

Such is our life, where the worst “cheating” you can do is eating bread. I haven’t been to a fast food establishment in months. Haven’t had a pancake, potato chips, or soft drink in what feels like years. And I feel better.

That’s a good reason not to cheat, I think.

Happy 90th Birthday to the one, the only, Robert Fabry. Born February 16, 1920 in Omar, WV. Nicknames: Snaggletooth, Porbert Farby (an actual letter was adressed to him that way), Keeper of the Kitten.

It's too long a story, one day I will tell it, about the time I let the cat in the house and my dad had to get it out of the house. Oh that was an evening well spent.

Tonight he's having pizza and birthday cake, I hear. Wish I could be there to partake. Happy Birthday, Daddy!!

(Click here to see the special birthday greeting that my brother and sister-in-law created for my dad.)

David Hames was killed in the earthquake in Haiti. His body was recovered Monday, Feb 8.

What a great picture of Eric holding his newborn son, Christopher Huffington Hufford III, also known as Timothy David Hufford. He'll always be CHH the Third to me. Eric just gave permission for me to post and said, "He's a blast!" Eric is taking a week off to transition, which is what I did every time we had a child, which is why I still don't have any vacation time left.