Talk about greatness. Mom didn't have to become fifty years old before she became great. Betty June (Guidotti) Rupp 1926-2011
A poem for mom. Mother's Day (in May) will be here before we know it. Cherish every moment with her because once she's gone you'll suddenly realize there is no one on the planet who will love you the way your mother did. Thank you for adopting us Mom!
He was my hero and everyone else's hero as well. His was a life that deserves our respect and one that kids ought to emulate. He was a man's man, a true giant among men even though he only stood 5' 9". His strength was matched by no one and he used every bit of it for good, not evil or hate. He met his demise when someone's greed took out a friend of ours. The case is still open, this is just a tid bit of about his life. I don't hope he "rests" in Peace, I hope he's having the time of his life in Heavenly Peace. God bless him because Mike blessed the lives of everyone he came in contact with.
The story behind Bird Poop Sandwiches
Easy recipe for a last minute appetizer that uses common ingredients one could find at a local convenience store and can be prepared in a few seconds for unexpected company or a family get together.