Author Archives: Joyce Godwin

About Joyce Godwin

Everyone who comes to our house enters through the back door. We love it that way. So this blog is about seeing things through our back door. Our two children, Trey and Jamie, moved away from home long ago and started their own families. Now we have seven grandchildren. We have four more who live close by whom we've adopted and who add joy to our lives daily. Billy Wayne sells real estate while I serve a daily newspaper as news editor.

Farewell to Allie

Last week the Godwins said hello to a new grandson when daughter Jamie gave birth. This week the Godwins are saying farewell to an old and very loyal family member. Our dog Allie has reached the point where quality of life is at an all time low so we need  to relieve her discomfort.

 Allie is a black Labrador retriever who entered our home for the first time in 1994 in my sister-in-law Marylyn’s purse. Allie, whose full name is Allie Oop, made us all happy. Of course she was my husband’s and daughter’s dog, but I was the one who rose night after night and made my bed next to Allie’s pen so she could feel like she wasn’t alone (and stop howling). 

She was their dog but she was my companion day by day. I trained her to walk on a leash though, sometimes I wasn’t sure who was walking whom. I trained her to sit but Billy Wayne trained her to shake. She was a smart, smart dog and training her to do things was incredibly easy.

 When she first moved in with us, the plan was to build a pen for her outside but that never got done and she spent all of her life inside. That is probably why she’s survived this 15 years — 105 if I understand the doggie-years calculations.

Allie stood guard over all of us and every baby or child who spent time with us. Her normal sleeping place was at the foot of Jamie’s bed, and when Jamie went to college, Allie continued to sleep in Jamie’s room, until I finally began shutting the door to keep her out. Undeterred, Allie simply figured out how to bump the door just under the doorknob to make it slip the latch and open. It took me a long time to figure out how she was doing that.

 The youngsters of the Servati family of Van Anlstyne, where we live, spent a great deal of time at our house during Allie’s life. Allie was a constant companion to Raigan and Kerrigan (the two oldest of four beautiful girls) from their cradle days. It was common place for me to enter the living room and see Raigan watching television from the floor with the top part of her body lying on Allie, as if the dog was a bean-bag chair, and Allie perfectly content. Whenever any of the girls took a nap, Allie was laying next to them in such a way that no one could get to the children unless they went through the loyal Allie Oop.

 When Billy Wayne was found to have cancer, he began a year of arduous interferon therapy. Although he seldom missed work, he was sick many days and just plain drained most days. Allie knew. She frequently left her nightly post in Jamie’s room to lye on the floor next to Bill. During the days, she sat next to Billy’s chair in quiet vigil over him. She knew.

 Our lives have been enriched by knowing Allie. I share this story today as a celebration of the life of a noble friend whom we will miss greatly. It’s a natural cycle for the generous people who share their lives with “man’s best friend” whose only desire is to please us. They don’t live as long as people, so we must bid emotional farewell to our friends.

On the Internet in a variety of places, one may find the story of the Rainbow Bridge attributed to an anonymous author. I love this story, and hope it’s appreciated here by others. 

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. 

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. 
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. 
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. 

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. 
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. 

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…. 

Author unknown…

Remembering D-Day

We’ve been pretty busy with our new baby and I feel bad I didn’t post anything about the 65th anniversary of D-Day. It’s important to me to honor our military men and women and our veterans. But, since I’ve been busy with family stuff, I’m just going to take a shortcut. I did a story in the Herald Democrat for D-Day and I’m just going to post that story here.

One thing interesting I learned while doing research for this. The D-Day memorial is in Bedford, VA because that small town lost the most soldiers per capita on D-Day than any other town in America. That is the town where my father was born and raised and we still have much family there.
Several of my cousins appear on the list of soldiers from Bedford.
Following is my story:
Sixty-five years ago the Allied forces of World War II fought against insurmountable odds to attack from the sea along 50 miles of shoreline around Normandy, France. Brave forces stood in the gap for freedom against Nazi Germany, liberating untold numbers of everyday people caught in a Nazi chokehold. It was a time that earned today’s grandparents and great-grandparents the title “the greatest generation.” The youngest of those veterans of war are turning 82 this year.

It was June 6, 1944 — D-Day. The size of the event, dubbed Operation Overlord, was unprecedented and remains the largest land, air and sea invasion in history. Planning for the orchestration began in December 1943 and the invasion served to be a turning point in the European campaign against Nazi Germany — a decisive day in history.


The Allied forces were led by Denison native Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower. A transcript of Eisenhower’s encouraging speech to the troops before embarking on the landing is found at the D-Day Memorial in Bedford, Va.. It follows:

“Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force! You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.

“Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened, he will fight savagely.

“But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man to man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our home fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to victory!

“I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory!

“Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessings of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.”


More than 5,000 ships and 13,000 aircraft supported the D-Day invasion, and by day’s end on June 6, the Allies had gained a foot-hold in Normandy.


Staff Sgt. Carl W. Fulmer of Tioga was wounded in the D-Day invasion, his son Bill Fulmer of Whitesboro said. Staff Sgt. Fulmer survived WWII until Sept. 27, 1944 in France. During the battle, a machine-gun operator was killed and Staff Sgt. Fulmer stepped up and took over its operation. “He was the main officer with his group; he could have told someone else to do that, but he stepped up himself,” explained Bill Fulmer. It was in this battle that Staff Sgt. Fulmer was killed.


During his military career, he earned two Purple Hearts and the Silver Star. He was one of five brothers who were in the war at the same time. He attended high school in Tioga, attended Indian Creek Church and is buried in the Tioga cemetery. He was a member of the 90th Infantry Division of the 359th Infantry Regiment attached to Fort Dix, New Jersey.

Another Grayson County son was Lt. Comdr.. James Earl Riley, a 1942 graduate of Sherman High School whose activity on D-Day was aboard one of the troop carriers. He was a “boat’s inmate,” reported his wife Wanda from Pensacola, Fla. He took the troops to Utah Beach. She said he never talked much about his experiences in WWII.


“He came back and went to Austin College and then became an officer,” she said. “He retired from the Navy after 28-and-a-half  years.”


Lt. Comdr. Riley also served in the Korean conflict as well as Vietnam. Mary Lueb of Sherman was a classmate of Riley’s and reported that he was a very dear friend. Others Grayson County boys she mentioned who were participants in the D-Day event are Pete Odum, Billy Painter and Billy Ray Fry.


Fry was a private first class for the Army when he departed the Higgins boat that delivered him to Omaha Beach in the first wave of the attack. His son, Judge James Fry of Sherman, said like so many other veterans of WWII, his father didn’t talk much about the experiences.

A member of the 29th Infantry Division, Pfc. Fry was not injured during the D-Day invasion but he was wounded about 10 days later when he was captured by the Germans. He remained a prisoner of war for about nine months before escaping with another POW with the assistance of a former Luftwaffe pilot. Judge Fry remembers that his dad came home in 1945.


“He told me very little about D-Day,” Jim Fry said. “When the movie ‘Saving Private Ryan’ came out, I called my dad and asked if he was going to see it. There was a long silence before he said, ‘Son, I spent 50 years trying to forget what happened on that beach, now why would I want to see that.’”


Jim Fry said his dad did eventually see the movie and he reported the scene that was the D-Day landing was pretty realistic. Billy Ray Fry died on the 60th anniversary of D-Day.

From the documentary movie “Voices of D-Day,” Thomas Valence, a rifle sergeant, tells how many of the troops got sick while moving toward the beach. He said the water was rough and choppy.


“As we came down the ramp, we were in water about knee high, and we started to do what we were trained to do — move forward, and then crouch and fire,” Valence said. “One of the problems was we didn’t quite know what to fire at.” He said men on either side of him were being “hit and put out of action so quickly that it became a struggle to stay on one’s feet.”

He reported how he abandoned his equipment that had become heavy and while floundering to get his balance he was shot through his left hand breaking a knuckle and again through the palm of his hand.


“I felt nothing but a little sting at the time, but I was aware that I was shot,” he said. “My rifle jammed, so I picked up a carbine and got off a couple of rounds. We were shooting at something that seemed inconsequential. There was no way I was going to knock out a German concrete emplacement with a .30-caliber rifle.


I was hit again, once in the left thigh, which broke my hip bone, and a couple of times in my pack, and then my chin strap on my helmet was severed by a bullet. I worked my way up onto the beach, and staggered up against a wall, and collapsed there. The bodies of the other guys washed ashore, and I was one live body amongst many of my friends who were dead and, in many cases, blown to pieces.”


More than 150,000 men were moved across the English Channel that day to the shores of France. Six parachute regiments, more than 13,000 men, were flown from nine British airfields in more than 800 planes. More than 300 planes dropped 13,000 bombs over coastal Normandy immediately in advance of the invasion.


By nightfall on June 6, more than 9,000 Allied soldiers were dead or wounded, but more than 100,000 had made it ashore, securing French coastal villages and beginning the march across Europe to defeat Hitler. 


Captured Germans were sent to American prisoner-of-war camps at the rate of 30,000 POWs per month from D-Day until December 1944. Thirty-three detention facilities were in Texas alone.


Saturday was June 6. It is a day to remember the valor, fidelity and sacrifice of this country’s “greatest generation.”

Birth of a mom — my daughter


Today, my sweet girl, you joined a new and noble club. It was the birth of a mom.

I watched you suffer the long pains of child birth, the end of which presented the sweet picture of you as a new mother.

You planned for this moment and this time for nine months only to learn there is much you cannot plan nor predict. Welcome to motherhood with the birth of a mom.

Today you learned a new love. I saw it when you got your first glimpse of little Langston. Now, you’re beginning to realize how much you can love another person. This, my Himeeta, is only the beginning. Your love will grow exponentially day by day, year by year.

You’re going to experience the joys of watching your little son grow, only to wish at every stage that he will stay just as he is. Do you remember me asking you to “stay just like you are — promise Mommy you’ll never change from the way you are right now.” You always said in your sweet little voice and with a big smile, “Okay, Mommy.”

Every stage of growth of your little boy is going to be like that for you. We have indeed seen the birth of a mom.

Now, my little girl, you have a glimpse of how much you are loved.

Celebration Freedom ’09



We just returned from a weekend in Hobart, OK — some call it Hobart America. It’s where Gen. Tommy Franks has built his museum and leadership institute and this weekend was the grand opening.

It was a great time filled with laughter, new friends and old as well as new experiences, sights and sounds.

NFL Alumni Tournament







We just finished the NFLA tournament at Tanglewood last weekend. In this economy, we probably won’t raise as much money as we usually do but we still had a lot of participation. More than I thought we would.


The tournament was fun as always. The celebrities were gracious as always even though the afternoon flight was hampered and finally stopped by rain.

I met and interviewed June Jones, the new SMU coach.

Texas Medical Board misbehaving

I think a new underground community has sprung up in recent years.


I just returned from a hearing in which a friend was under scrutiny and in danger of permanently losing his medical license. It was suspended pending a hearing.


And what did he do to earn this trouble? He took care of his patients and lived by all the rules.


The Texas Medical Board received a complaint from the good doctor’s son who had been working at the doctor’s clinic. The son apparently was angry because his dad would not pay him $5,000 and “give” him a percentage of the business. Oh, yeah, and this came while the son was a fugitive from the law, and himself, strung out on drugs. The family had already suffered greatly at the hands of the son before the complaint was made.


Based on the complaint from the son, which charged Dr. Richard Massey of Fredericksburg, Texas with all sorts of misconduct, the TMB wanted the Dr. Massey to send his files to be reviewed so it could be ascertained that the doctor did no wrong. Dr. Massey , whose patients — 100 percent of them — are private-pay individuals, allowed his patients a choice in case they didn’t want their personal information looked at by strangers. His patients, all of them, took their files and each patient decided to maintain his or her own.


After the TMB letter “requesting” files was sent, it was followed by a notice of subpoena. By this time, the doctor no longer had possession of the files and couldn’t comply with the order from the TMB. After thousands and thousands of dollars spent on legal advice and assistance; even more dollars lost in revenue from his medical practice, the doctor was in official administrative hearings Tuesday and Wednesday in Austin and still no resolution.


My concern is that a government agency has the power and the will to turn a man’s life upside down to the point he must now consider finding another place to live, on the basis of a capricious complaint from a known felon, fugitive and drug addict. The doctor has paid thousands of dollars to the TMB over the years in fees required to keep his license current, but the moment any complaint comes in, he is automatically suspect.


Why is no effort made to vet the person making the complaint? Perhaps this “confidential” witness business needs to be done away with. The doctor’s experience has caused me to do some research, and I’ve found his story to be only one of this nature, suffered at the hands of the TMB. That brings me to my lead-in statement. The new, under-ground culture is developing among people who’ve been oppressed and mistreated by the legal system. Individuals who’ve been forced to defend themselves against the TMB, probate courts or excessive and unnecessary law suites — many of them losing everything — are sharing their hard-earned knowledge with others who are beginning the fight and the Internet is assisting this community to assimilate its information and to organize.

In a letter from the Association of American Physicians and Surgeons Inc. to the Sunset Commission in 2004, the question is raised of excessive fines imposed by the regulatory agency. The letter “Suggestion by AAPS for the Sunset Review Committee” may be seen in its entirety at www.aapsonline.org/testimony/txsrc.htm. Part of item No. 7 “Complaints and Sanctions” follows:


Complaints are exaggerated to make accused physicians sound worse than they are; information inadvertently left off an application but indicated elsewhere leads the board to charge physicians with “defrauding the public;” a physician who removed the wrong lung during surgery received public reprimand plus a $2,500 fine while a physician failing to provide records within two weeks of the board’s request received a public reprimand plus a $10,000 fine. Fusing the spine in the wrong area resulted in a patient’s need for additional surgery and led to a public reprimand with no fine, but failure to provide requested information to the board in a timely manner resulted in a $5,000 fine.


A further look into TMB’s financial status may reveal more about the mindset of the individuals who act on behalf of the people of Texas. On the TMB Web site under the “revenue” sub-head, it states “In FY 2008-2009, the agency will collect revenue of approximately $58.1 million, an excess of $39.7 million above the agency’s current biennial budget of $18.4 million. The agency projects revenue of approximately $60 million in the FY 2010-2011 biennium and is requesting a total appropriation of approximately $21.6 million including all exceptional items. One may read the entire file at www.tmb.state.tx.us/agency/TMB_LAR_FY_2010-2011.pdf. In light of the letter from AAPS to the Sunset Committee, I think I know where that “excess revenue” is coming from. The doctors are being indiscriminately fleeced. And, the agency is requesting to increase its enforcement staffing to be able to handle the “increased number of investigations in a timely manner.” Translation: So we can fleece more doctors faster.


To add insult to injury, this government agency has never been audited. An audit would give us a picture of its revenue and the fairness of the fines imposed upon Texas doctors.


If allowed to continue in this manner, Texas will have a great deal of trouble attracting good doctors. Before long, doctors who practice alternative medicine will be gone and that will be a great loss to the people of this great state. 


If interested in more information see the following Web sites:

• Hall of Shame – Texas State Board of Medical Examiners (www.aapsonline.org/hallofshame/tx.php);

• Texas Medical Board Watch (www.texasmedicalboardwatch.com);

• The Texas Medical Board Vs. Doctors…More Corruption in Texas (http://theeprovocateur.blogspot.com/2008/05/texas-medical-board-vs-doctorsmore.html);

• or use one of the search engines and search for “Texas Medical Board.”


From Thomas Jefferson:    

WHEN THE PEOPLE FEAR THEIR GOVERNMENT ,THERE IS TYRANNY…

WHEN THE GOVERNMENT FEARS THE PEOPLE , THERE IS LIBERTY.     

Donny Anderson’s annual Sports Gala








I went to the Winners for Life Foundation Sports Gala Thursday, saw lots of friends and had lots of fun.


Donny Anderson, former NFL great with the Green Bay Packers, hosted the event and got plenty of his NFL Alumni friends to join in the raising of funds to provide scholarships for area college students.


knows the value of education. He learned it from his father. Now he tries to pass on that lesson to anyone who will listen. He not only teaches the values of education, he also puts his efforts and money behind it through his Winners for Life Foundation. What’s different about the scholarships offered through WFL is the qualifications. They are not required to have the best grades; but they have to be in need of the financial help.


For the past four years, Anderson’s foundation has brought close to $30,000 each year to Grayson County students in the form of college scholarships. Three of those students spoke to the crowd gathered at the Dallas Convention Center Thursday to say thank you for an opportunity to have a future. They are all Grayson County students.


Brianna Mundine, of Sherman, said she was nervous before ascending to the stage to say her thank yous. “I just prayed about it and did fine, but I was glad it was over,” she said. While on stage Mundine credited her grandparents with providing a home for her. Her early life was filled with strife, which included drugs, in the lives of her parents. Her father, she said, has been in jail most of her life, and her mother also spent two years in jail. She said she never felt really loved as a young child. By age 16, Brianna was pregnant and by 17 she had a baby, a full-time job and was a full-time student.


“I actually thought I would not be able to go to college,” Mundine said. “The money from Winners for Life is making the difference for me.”

The young woman whose degree plan includes psychology and sociology, plans to work with teenage mothers. “I’ve been through pretty much everything you can touch in a troubled home,” Mundine said. “I do feel like anyone coming from any circumstance can overcome any obstacle (as I did) with God in my life. Since I converted my life He (God) has made a way for me.”

Mundine said teenage mothers need to hear her encouraging story to know there is a way to a better life.


Joanna Ramirez of Denison also plans to use her past to help people in her future. She is also attending college on a Winners for Life scholarship. She plans a degree in psychology and then she wants to enter the military and attend law school. Her practice, she says, will be in family law because she believes she can make a valuable contribution.


Ramirez told the folks at the sports gala that as a young child, a closet was the only place she found to hold safety for her. As she choked back her tears, she described her time in the closet and told of how she heard the screams of her mother being beaten by her father. This continued until she was about 13 and when she told of how she and her brother finally got the courage to stand up to their father, spontaneous applause filled the room.


Ramirez explained that she would not be in college except for the help from Winners for Life. “Getting this scholarship shows me there is somebody out there who cares,” she said. “It’s more than just the money. It’s knowing that people who don’t know me are willing to help me better myself. It’s better for all of us, for the community.”


Anderson credits his football career and his association with Vince Lombardi for learning the value of giving back to his community. He partnered with retired teacher Linkie Seltzer Cohn in 1996 to write a book of encouragement for young people titled “Winners for Life” and its impact led to the creation of the WFL Foundation.


Check out the foundation’s Web site at www.wflfoundation.org.