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Fred Presley And Family

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Mom Presley By The Pool - Oh La La!

Mom Presley And Lee Halfley With Evelyn and Karen Rainey!

Mom Presley With Evelyn Tedder, Evelyn Ann and Mrs. Tedder.

Mom Presley With Evelyn and Mama Capps

Mom Presley In Quite The Posh Frock

Mom Presley With Gregory And Sally

Eddie Presley Motorcycle Days

When Eddie Sr was about 14 of 15, he had a motorcycle. He had two friends that also had motorcycles. One guy was Don Kinard and the other I think was Kenny something. They loved to ride their motorcycles fast out on the open road. One day, Eddie was riding his motorcycle to school and he was only going about 25 miles per hour down in front of the high school. Before he knew what happened, the high school principal cut him off while turning into the parking lot. The principal hit Eddie and drug him down into the parking lot. Eddie had one foot and ankle wound around the wheel of the principal's car and the other ankle and foot caught in the pokes of his motorcycle wheel. His ankle was hanging around backwards broken. It took a couple of hours to get his feet out of the car wheel well and his ankle out of his motorcycle. He was in a leg brace for almost a year and then they put on a metal leg brace. It put him behind one full year in high school. For quite a while, when we dated, I drove because his leg was still in a brace. When Eddie went into the military, his leg swelled up while he was doing KP duty. They were willing for him to get out of the service, but he refused. He wanted to serve his country and felt in time it would get better and the leg did get better. That leg was smaller than the other for a long time, but after a while the leg filled out and looked the same. Of course he had a huge scar.

The dog is Mark Anthony. The picture in the background is of Marion Rainey.

Deborah Anne Presley Bolles

As Debbie was growing up in New Mexico, she was just full of energy and wanting to have fun. It seemed like every time she was wanting to have this fun, the local preacher would come to the house for a visit. Debbie loved to wear very little clothes. One time she was two years old and outside playing. She was running up and down the sidewalk and I was cleaning the kitchen. I heard a knock on the front door and it was the preacher paying us a visit. He said, "Do you always let your child run around outside like that?" I took a quick look and saw she didn't have a thing on, BUTT NAKED. I got her inside of course and got her clothes on. Another time, a preacher came to visit, we were sitting in the living room. Deb was about two and she decided she wanted to sit and visit too. So she went into the bathroom and got her potty chair (full of pee) and drug it out into the living room and pulled down her pants and sat down to enjoy the visit.

One day, I was cooking supper and Debbie was playing in her room. I looked around the corner of the kitchen down the hallway to see what she was doing. She was having a good time and just a laughing. She was running back and forth across the hallway to the bathroom. She was carrying shoes. So I went to see what in the world was going on. She was so proud. She had put all mine and Eddie's shoes in the toilet to wash them. She proudly pointed to the toilet and flushed the handle saying "Washy, washy."

What could I say, It was so funny, especially with that big brogan boot sticking out the top. I sat down on the floor with Deb in my lap and laughed and laughed. It was just so funny and she was so proud and happy.

When she ate spaghetti, she didn't care too much for it and always put most of it in her hair. One time, she picked up the dish and just put it upside down on top of her head. What can I say, that was Deb.

Eddie and Debbie in New Mexico

Eddie Wayne Presley Jr.

Eddie was our third child born at Holloman Air Force Base. The doctor was having a cookout and had to come to the hospital on the weekend to deliver. He was in a hurry to get back to his cookout. He thought he needed to induce labor and did. That meant being in hard labor in just minutes, but I wasn't in labor a long time and everything went fine. He had the longest feet his dad had ever seen, and his head looked like I sat on his forehead the whole time I carried him, which was true. I carried Eddie very low, but, his head filled out all nice and round and he grew into those long feet. His breast bone stuck out and the doctor said he was going to be tall with a big chest and one day would grow into the big chest bone. Eddie was a easy going baby and child. He didn't mind taking it easy in his bed when I had to fix supper. He was happy entertaining himself sometimes. He was allergic to whole milk and had to drink special milk for a long time. Eddie was happy happy most of the time. He learned to walk around a year old. Sheila had not walked up until the time Eddie came home from the hospital. That day, she stood up and walked across the room. She wasn't exactly happy with a new baby in the house. She use to get can goods out of the cabinet and throw them in the playpen on Eddie. I had to put all the cans up high so she couldn't get them. I think she was trying to finish Eddie off. Who knows, but everything turned out fine. And we moved to Patrick Air Force Base, Florida.

Eddie Jr. At Four Months

Eddie Jr. 1 1/2 Years Old

Eddie Jr. New Born

Eddie Jr. New Born

Eddie Jr. New Born And Mushy

Eddie Jr. And Gloria

Eddie Jr. And Eddie Sr.

Deborah Anne Presley Bolles

Deborah was our first born. She was born at Holloman Air Force Base, New Mexico. I was in labor for thirty-six hours. Eddie thought I wasn't going to make it labor lasted so long. But she finally came and was so pretty. It was in the middle of the night. All I wanted afterwards was a glass of chocolate milk and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We stayed in the hospital for five days which was normal in those days. I breast feed her for six weeks. She was a good baby. Loved to be rocked to sleep and I loved rocking her. She was happy and full of energy. She learned to walk at ten months.

Debbie at Mamoo Estes house.

Sheila Lynne Presley Whiting

Sheila New Born At The Hospital

Sheila Lynne Presley Whiting

Sheila, my middle daughter, had an exciting beginning. She born in Alamogordo, New Mexico four months early. I was five months along and she decided she wanted to be born and she wasn't waiting any longer. I was in the hosptial four or five times before she actually wanted to be born.

The sack she was living in inside me had torn away in some places and was bleeding. All the little blood vessels were exposed. The doctor tried very hard to keep me carrying her as long as possible. She was born in a military hospital at Holloman Air Force Base on the edge of the White Sands Missile Range. She was blessed because it was the regional hospital that cared for premature babies. The best of the best was there for her. She wasn't expected to live but she did.

When she was born, she came out crying loud and she cried a lot. Her Daddy, Eddie, could hear her crying out in the hallway. The doctor said, "Listen to that baby scream. Good for her, she'll make it." That crying got her lungs all filled up with air and made her stronger. She only drank a nipple full of milk at a time and that took forty-five minutes. Her weight at birth was three pounds and she went down to a pound and a half. Slowly her weight came back up to five pounds over four months.

During the last two months that she was in the hospital, the doctor discovered she had a hole in the heart and said she may have to have open heart surgery when she was about two to correct it. We were asked to take her to a heart specialist in El Paso, Texas the day she was discharged from the hospital to get their opinion on her heart. We took her straight to the specialist that day with her records. The three doctors said they didn't want to see the records first, they wanted to test her each by themselves and then they would look at the records. I was just suppose to keep her from crying. Try that with a baby you just got out of the hospital and have never held before, but we got through the exams.

Then the three doctors came out and said, "What is this baby suppose to have wrong? We didn't find anything wrong." Then they read the records and said the hole in her heart had healed up while she was in the hospital those 4 months. She did not have to have heart surgery and probably she would never have any trouble with her heart. Eddie and I were so happy. We could hardly believe our ears. We took her home and were so thankful.

One of the hardest things at home was she was never held those 4 months and there was no bonding to human hands. Back then they kept the babies in isolation and only put in their hands to feed her. Now the babies are held to be fed. Because of this, Sheila would not let us hold her for a year. She screamed and cried every time we tried to feed her. So we had to lay her on the sofa or bed and prop up her bottle on a pillow to feed her. Slowly she got over that and now is so loving and wants hugs all the time. She hasn't ever developed heart trouble. But does have very bad allergies to medications and pain pills.

In her first year, her most trouble was with getting pneumonia . We rushed her after hours to the base emergency room because she could hardly breathe. The doctor went into the pharmacy and mixed a drug that a premature baby could take and spoon fed it to her to help her breathe.
As the weeks went by she gained weight and did well, and we grew closer and closer every day. She didn't get her hair until she was 2 years old.

During her hospital stay, her skin was so thin and no fat. When she pressed her foot or hand against the glass, we could see her tiny bones just like a x-ray machine. She was so tiny that all but her legs and arms could fit in the palm of your hand.

Baby Sheila

Sheila Four Months

Cancer

I have been pondering on my friend's news that she has breast cancer. Just thinking of all she is going to be going through and all the decisions to be made, takes me back to 2006 when I was given the word that I had ovarian cancer. It just took on a life of it's own. Operations, getting over that, being so weak and starting chemo and getting even weaker. Man, it is a lot to go through.
I hope she is as blessed as I am. God has been with me all the way and made the decisions for me. I had the best doctor going and he was so kind. I'll be praying for her.

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Daddy's Riding Mower

Our Daddy was always doing something funny. He had this big riding mower. We lived on a hill on a lake. One day, we were watching TV and Daddy decided to mow. He made a few ride bys on the lake side of the house. The next thing you know, our TV goes blank. Daddy had run down the guide wires holding up the antenna and the law mower had bucked up in the air and dumped Daddy off. We could see the big old lawn mower high tailing it down the hill. Daddy kept yelling, No, No, Stop, but the mower didn't stop until it ran down the hill right into the lake and sank. Daddy was running behind it waving his arms to stop. That was good for Saturday morning entertainment. Who needed the TV when you could watch Daddy?

Fishing On Star Lake

When Eddie and I were dating, we fished before we went on dates. Eddie would drive out to Alturas to where I lived on Star Lake. We would walk down to the lake and fish for fresh water bass for an hour or so at sundown and then go on a date in Bartow. I really enjoyed those times.

One day, at sundown, we decided to take Daddy's little John boat across the lake and fish along the bank. We had Daddy's tackle box full of his favorite fishing tackles. It was starting to get dark, so we decided to pack up and get in the boat and go back across the lake. We were out a little ways from shore and tried to get in the boat. Well, I managed to dump the open tackle box into the water and flip that stupid little boat to where there was a lot of water in it. At first, I was so upset, we had to get all Daddy's tackle in the boat before it became totally dark. It floated, thank goodness. But then, the boat had too much water in it for us to get in the boat and paddle back across the lake to the house. So with all the tackle floating in the boat with the water, we hung on to the boat and swam back across the lake. We were happy that we didn't lose the boat or Daddy's fishing tackle.

When we arrived back, we started to haul everything up the hill to the house. Mother came out and didn't believe our story. She said we were across the lake making out and she sent Eddie home and I was grounded for a week. If only she would have actually listened to us once in a while, she would have appreciated the fact of how we rescued Daddy's fishing tackle, every little piece, and that it was a funny experience. Making out was the farthest most thing from our minds. Teenagers have it hard sometimes when parents believe the worst and won't listen to the facts.

Expecting a Call

God has a great purpose for each one of us. There is a call from God on your life and mine. The question is, will we listen to find out what it is?

We can be in the dark about the call of God on our lives for two reasons: either we have not heard God’s call and we’re living as though we have, or we have heard God’s call and we’re living as though we have not.

I’ve seen many people who were too busy, too tired, too preoccupied, or too in pursuit of riches and fame to hear God calling them .Others were afraid they might be called to insignificance and so they didn’t want to know about it. I’ve known others who clearly heard the call from God and ran away from it. The direct line from heaven was ringing and they turned up the volume on their lives so they wouldn’t have to hear God and answer. I’ve also known people with such a low opinion of themselves that they didn’t believe God had them destined for anything great. So when the call came, they thought it must be for someone else and didn’t respond.

The only reason it may appear that some people are more called by God than others is that they were expecting the call and answered it.

In the early days of telephones, people had party lines. Several households were on the same phone line and anyone in any of those households could pick up the phone and listen in on your conversation. This meant that by afternoon there might be many different opinions and interpretations of the conversation you had that morning.

Receiving God’s call does not happen that way. God’s line to you is not a party line. You won’t hear conflicting opinions. His call is entirely personal and private and He will speak to you about it.

The Bible says that God’s gifts and his call are irrevocable. When God issues a call, He doesn’t take it back. He only waits for us to move into it. Therefore, as long as we are seeking Him, we can never be such a lost cause that His call on our lives is no longer applicable.

All of us share certain calls on our lives. For example, we are all called to partake of God’s divine nature, we are called to His eternal glory and we are called to bless others. But we are individually called according to His own purpose. In other words, He has a specific calling for each one of us.

In order to hear God’s call, you must be expecting a call. In other words, you need faith that He will speak to you, that you can hear Him, and that it will be good news. Say, “I have set the Lord always before me, and expect to hear His voice.’ When an encounter with the living God is your greatest desire, you can be sure you will have it.

This is from the “The Power of a Praying Woman Bible" by Stormie Omartian “From Stormie’s heart”.

Prayer List

People who are on my heart today and need prayer: Connie Meeks is having a breast biopsy WED. Sherry Longstreet is getting set up for one Thursday. Haleigh, the kidnapped 5 year old. I have two heart tests WED and I pray my tumor count will go down again. Ann Price's husband Mike is looking for a job. Sheila and Bill Whiting need a preacher for their church.

Your Identity In Christ

YOUR IDENTITY IN CHRIST

HEBREWS 3;1 TELLS US, ‘THEREFORE, HOLY BRETHREN, PARTAKERS OF A HEAVENLY CALLING, CONSIDER THE APOSTLE AND HIGH PRIEST OF OUR CONFESSION CHRIST JESUS’. THIS SINGLE VERSE OVERFLOWS WITH ASSURANCE FOR THE BELIEVER.

FIRST, NOTE THAT IT’S ADDRESSED TO THE ‘HOLY BRETHREN.” THIS REFERS TO ANYONE WHO HAS TRUSTED JESUS CHRIST AS LORD AND SAVIOR. THE WORD HOLY SIGNIFIES THAT BELIEVERS HAVE BEEN SET APART FOR GOD. BECAUSE OF WHO YOU ARE IN CHRIST, GOD SEES YOU AS UNIQUE. NEITHER YOUR PROFESSION, YOUR SALARY, YOUR APPEARANCE, OR YOUR NATIONALITY DEFINES YOU. ONLY YOUR STATUS AS A CHILD OF GOD GIVES YOU THE SPECIAL IDENTITY YOU ENJOY.

AS ONE OF THE “PARTAKERS OF A HEAVENLY CALLING, “ YOUR DESTINATION IS HEAVEN. YOUR HEART RESIDES WITH CHRIST, WHERE YOUR HOME IS. KNOWING WHERE YOU HOME IS MEANS YOU AREN’T SEARCHING FOR THIS TEMPORARY DWELLING=EARTH-TO SATISFY YOU. REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENS AROUND YOU, YOU CAN REJOICE, BECAUSE THIS LIFE DOES NOT HOLD YOU;GOD DOES.

BY KNOWING WHO YOU ARE IN CHRIST, YOU CAN DENY ALL THE FALSE MESSAGES OF THE WORLD. MANY VOICES WILL TRY TO CONVINCE YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT PRETTY ENOUGH, NOT SMART ENOUGH, AND NOT SUCCESSFUL ENOUGH. BUT YOUR IDENTITY IN CHRIST ALONE COMPLETES YOU! YOU CAN ADD NOTHING TO IT, AND THIS WORLD’S DETRACTORS CAN TAKE NOTHING FROM IT.

THE FINAL PHRASE OF HEBREWS 3;1 REMINDS US THAT JESUS IS OUR “APOSTLE” AND “HIGH PRIEST”. THE FIRST TITLE SIGNIFIES THAT JESUS REPRESENTS GOD TO US. WHEN WE WANT TO KNOW WHAT GOD IS LIKE OR HOW GOD WOULD ACT IN A GIVEN SITUATION, WE LOOK TO JESUS. THE SECOND TITLE SIGNIFIES THAT JESUS REPRESENTS US TO GOD. GOD LOOKS AT HIS CHILDREN THROUGH THE EYES OF HIS BLAMELESS AND HOLY SON.

THE COMMAND IN THIS VERSE TELLS BELIEVERS TO ‘CONSIDER CHRIST JESUS”. THE WORD CONSIDER MEANS TO OBSERVE OR THINK. WE ARE TO OBSERVE CHRIST, MEDITATE ON HIS WORD, AND IMITATE WHAT WE SEE.

LET THE ASSURANCE OF YOUR IDENTITY, HOME, AND LORD INSPIRE YOU TO EXPLORE NEW DEPTHS OF GOD AND SERVE HIM WITH ALL YOUR HEART.

Be Thankful

Oh GOd,when I have food,
help me to remember the hungry.
When I have work, help me\
to remember the jobless;
When I have a warm home
help me to remember the homeless;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,
\and remembering, help me
to destroy my complacency
and bestir my compassion.
Make me concerned enough
to help, by word and deed,
those who cry out
for what we take for granted.

Deb's 25 favorite things about living in central Florida

...in no particular order....

1) Chubby toddlers in bathing suits, covered in sand, plastic shovel in one hand and bucket in the other, running headlong toward the surf.

2) Mommy squirrels, fat with spring babies, barely navigating the top edge of the fence as they head back to their nest in the trees.

3) The ferocity of the ocean when a tropical storm looms off the coast. Black waves contrast against the pounding white surf. Leaning into the wind to look at the clouds racing across the horizon.

4) Margaritas at sunset with a view of the gulf coast sky.

5) The wild kingdom in my backyard (even though I live in a typical subdivision of houses with tiny quarter acre yards). tiny (but deafening) tree frogs, toads big as softballs, lizards and more lizards, geckos, the occasional black snake, the juvenile raccoon that walk the fence each night, an armadillo every so often, blue jays, mocking birds, humming birds, finches, doves, woodpeckers, well fed fuss budget squirrels, little fruit eating rats eating the fallen oranges...

6) Seeing an osprey fly across the road with a fish flopping in it's talons almost every week.

7) the beach, the ocean

8) Driving across the bridge on the way to work and seeing dolpin's fins rolling out of the water as the sun is rising.

9) Nine months of good to great weather and only three months of unbearable heat.

10) Dancing in the rain on the back patio.

11) Screened in patios and hammock's

12) Listening to the herons and egrets settling in for the night in the trees around the pond down the street from my house.

13) Alligators - living dinosaurs. So graceful in the water. Always powerful predators.

14) Red eared turtles sunning themselves around fresh water ponds and lakes. Head and all four feet stretched up and back in the sun. Stacked on top of each other.

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