Life is one big canvas, and you should throw all of the paint on it you can -- Danny Kaye.
Danny Kaminski was born in 1913 and died in 1987.
During his lifetime, multi-talented Danny Kaye was a talented actor, singer, dancer and comedian.
Forever he is a shining star.
Danny wore many hats well, no doubt about it.
The avid baseball enthusiast was involved with the sport of baseball, as part-owner of the Seattle Mariners.
He was an outstanding chef who enjoyed cooking and entertaining friends and family in his home and abroad.
The gifted celebrity was an honorary member of the American College of Surgeons and American Academy of Pediatrics.
He loved children. His involvement with U.N.I.C.E.F. comes to mind.
His many humanitarian deeds and charitable contributions to our world are still far reaching.
Danny's personal life added splashes of cooler color that occasionally clouded his life's picture.
Gossip and hearsay could never ruin his image nor deter the worth and respect of the man in the eyes of his admirers.
Mr. Danny Kaye accomplished his goals in life. His soul rests in peace.
On Sunday, Nov. 4, this writer will celebrate another birthday.
I will be 73.
Some women and men do not like to state their age.
However, I am grateful to still be here, and more truth is a good thing.
I came into this world on a cold day in November 1939.
I became the fourth child of five born to Hugh and Geveva Siner Lynch.
In 1944, at age 3, I became gravely ill, as did two of my siblings.
We suffered from several childhood diseases that of which weakened our immune systems.
The medical problem led to Hemorrhagic Purpura, a blood related disorder.
Both my little brother Larry Hugh, and eldest sister Etta Ann, died 10 days apart at Riley Hospital for Children in Indianapolis.
Heparin, an anticouagulation drug, still in experimental stage and a new course of treatment saved my life.
I am still thanking our friend, the late Mr. Justino "Jap" Cassassa, for the gift of blood by direct transfusions.
I had brushes with death due to two terrible car wrecks and weathered many other storms since I began painting my picture and weaving my tapestry.
At this point in my life, I do not like to think about edging closer toward the end of a perfect day and having done nothing much worthy of note.
Sometimes when I feel low, I see a lackluster image of myself. I simply have not measured up and thrown enough paint on the canvas.
The other evening, two of our grandchildren and their families were our dinner guests.
Lindsay Terry brought me a beautiful Hallmark birthday card.
Our eldest granddaughter said, "Grandma, read the verse."
The verse reads, "Grandmother, I come from a long line of strong women-women who have a tremendous amount of heart and courage ... who can handle most anything life sends them-using tools, God gave them-love, faith and elbow grease.
There are few people in life lucky enough to have the kind of strong, beautiful example in their lives that I have in you.
"You taught me so much about life, how to live it just by being yourself. I'm proud of you grandmother and love you for all you are."
I wanted to cry when I read the card.
I reckon I have been working on my life's canvas harder than I thought.
Best of all, I am still throwing the paint toward my unfinished canvas.
If the wind does not blow me away, I will still be giving you a "Buzz" next week.
I can be reached by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at email@example.com.