I want them on the WWW .... that's why.

For my own reasons I wanted to get these on the WWW. Me as a baby and at a year and a half.

By posting them, with my name as a keyword, they may be searched on the internet.....

That's why .................

Alaska black bear, cubs steal kids' lunch boxes

ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) — Witnesses say a black bear and two cubs that have been frequenting midtown Anchorage stole several lunch boxes at a children's day camp on the Alaska Pacific University campus.

Katie Adrian, program manager at the summer program run by Camp Fire USA, tells The Anchorage Daily News (http://is.gd/P7BKH2) the bears wandered onto the school's soccer fields Monday, soon after the campers ate lunch at picnic tables, leaving behind some snacks. The bears carried a few lunch boxes into the woods and dug in.

The bears weren't aggressive and camp staff corralled the kids. After this, she says the campers will eat elsewhere and store their food indoors.

David Battle of the Alaska Fish and Game Department says there are no plans to remove the bears. He says the agency doesn't consider them a public safety hazard.

Trademark board rules against Redskins name

Do you think ANY pressure might have been exerted by ............ ?????????

WASHINGTON (AP) -- The U.S. Patent Office ruled Wednesday that the Washington Redskins nickname is "disparaging of Native Americans" and that the team's federal trademarks for the name must be canceled.

The 2-1 ruling comes after a campaign to change the name has gained momentum over the past year. The team doesn't immediately lose trademark protection and is allowed to retain it during an appeal.

Redskins owner Daniel Snyder has refused to change the team's name, citing tradition, but there has been growing pressure including statements in recent months from President Barack Obama, lawmakers of both parties and civil rights groups.

The decision means that the team can continue to use the Redskins name, but it would lose a significant portion of its ability to protect the financial interests connected to its use. If others printed the name on sweatshirts, apparel, or other team material, it becomes more difficult to go after groups who use it without permission.

The decision by the Trademark Trial and Appeal Board is similar to one it issued in 1999. That ruling was overturned in 2003 in large part on a technicality after the courts decided that the plaintiffs were too old and should have filed their complaint soon after the Redskins registered their nickname in 1967.

The new case was launched in 2006 by a younger group of Native Americans, and was heard by the board in March of last year.

Christmas Memories .....

I'm glad I have these memories, unfortunately, kids today can't experience all of them, they have been taken away from them.

Late 30's, Dayton, Ohio, Christmas Time. Generally, the last day of school before Christmas Vacation, at Emerson Junior High School, the whole school would go to the big auditorium for a Christmas Show. The big junior high kids would put it on.

I remember on stage, Mary and the Baby Jesus, Joseph, the Inn Keeper, the Three Wise Men, the big star hanging over the crib, songs like "Away in a Manger," "Oh Holy Night," "Silent Night," all the great Christmas songs were sung. Everyone generally got a candy cane, or some "goody" to take home.

It was a big part of the whole Christmas season for me. The toyland at Rikes, our big department store, Santa being there, talking with him, and that model railroad layout they had. My eyes were about the level of the tables the trains ran on. I remember one curve, coming out of a tunnel, the train would come right at me, and then turn, to go over a bridge.

Santa's helpers were always there in proper dress, a sea of white, with green trees and red lights. They transformed the toy department in to a "Winter Wonderland."

The windows in the front of the store, each one a Christmas story, most were animated, and they were the same each year, but they were always new and magical because of the season of the year.

Always, one of the days before Christmas, Mom and I would go downtown for our "day." We would take the old Brown Street bus downtown to Rikes. Gaze in wonder at all the decorated windows, then inside, I still have that aroma stored up in my head, and the noise and the hustle and bustle of the crowded store full of shoppers. No malls then, you did your shopping in a "department store." We had two in Dayton, Rikes and Elders. Rikes was always the special one.

On to the elevator, which had an operator that controlled that up and down switch. They were good, they generally stopped at the exact spot, aligning up the elevator with the floor. Occasionally you would hear a "Watch your step," but not very often.

Then off the elevator and in to that "Santa Land," the whole toy floor was transformed. It was awesome to a little boy my age, all wonderful and mysterious. All the Santa helpers, the decorations, the trains, the trees it was truly "Christmas Time."

A trip to Rikes, the Christmas pageant at Emerson, putting up the tree on the 18th, going to Church, and the Christmas Service, on Christmas Eve, going to Geringers, a Dentist who was a good friend of my Dads, we visited them every Christmas Eve. Then home, put out the cookies and hot chocolate, to bed, and then the "wait" for Santa to come.

Christmas at 319 South Brown was something special in those days, late 30's. I think my Mom and Dad, after many frugal years of college, pre-med, med school, internship, residency, were financially better off than previous years, and Mom occasionally got carried away. "I think I have more for Bud, than Joe."

So off to the store for more for Joe. Later, "I think I have more for Joe than Bud." That went on and on for a few weeks. Mom hid things around the house that she had purchased, and it was a big house, an attic we could play basketball in, so there were many places to hide gifts. It was not uncommon, in July, when looking for something, to find a forgotten Christmas gift that was hidden too well.

We got up early on Christmas morning, and often opened gifts till noon. Even with Mom's warning of "Let's just open one gift at a time, and take turns so it is not over too soon." Mom loved her family and family occasions, and hated to see them end.

The house on Brown Street is gone, Mom, Dad and Bud are gone, schools can no longer have Christmas Pageants, the department stores are all gone, sitting around the old Philco radio listening to special "Christmas Shows," all gone. What a shame for the younger generation, but hopefully they will have their own memories to look back on.