Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Direct Family Medicine: My Response to Medical Chaos

In my medical practice, I've shifted gears to survive and respond to a societal need.  It's outlined below.

Family Health Connections, Inc.   Beavercreek  427-7540
New Patients:  No Insurance Needed

Now offering Direct Family Medicine to New Patients

Neighborly Family Medical Care:  Dr Rebecca Cherry, Dr A. Patrick Jonas

            Respecting our Patients and Protecting them from Avoidable Care
            Acute Problems, Chronic Diseases, Prevention, Physicals
            Traditional After Hours On Call Physician Coverage
  
Families ONLY (entire households)
NOT INSURANCE

Family Fees:
Enrollment                Monthly        Visit
1 Adult           $80                             60                   20      
2 Adults         $150                          120                 20
1 A, 1 Child   $140                          100                 20
1 A, 2 C          $190                          140                 20
2 A, 1 C          $205                          160                 20
2 A, 2 C          $250                          200                 20
2 A, 3 C          $295                          240                 20
2 A, 4 C          $340                          280                 20
Infant (Child less than 2)- add $20 to family w/child enrollment, $10 to monthly

For Example:  2A, 1 Infant equals $215, $130, $20 for enrollment, monthly and visit fees

This may be of interest to someone you know. Peace to all.
Pat

Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Father Song


               In Honor of Arthur C. "Scud" Jonas, My Father    by Pat Jonas

When I was a baby, a child and a teen,
My Dad would challenge me.
He’d watch, laugh and listen as we played around
He knew what a Dad ought to be.

At times he’d show anger to hold back his fears
That I wouldn’t do what was right.
His actions would guide me, His message was clear
He knew life was lived in God’s sight.

Chorus:  My Dad set the standard for me
   Mistakes and successes were free.
   He showed me integrity
   And that’s what he wanted for me.

From fishing to baseball to football to golf,
To scouting to college to war,
He cheered and he chuckled and prayed for my soul
And then he encouraged me more.

From sporting adventures in bowling and golf
To leadership roles in our church,
He was known by so many as teammate and friend
He valued and honored their worth
 

My Dad was so honest and everyone knew,
His word was his bond in our town.
He valued the truth and God’s message for all
He shared of his heart all around.
 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mom

"Most of all, I remember Momma." That was the intro to a TV show sponsored by Maxwell House Coffee and starring Peggy Wood.

Childhood memories from our living room and kitchen come to mind as I think of Mom.  She sewed things, and used pins, which somehow found their way into the carpet, then into the bare feet of two innocent young boys, Mike and I.  "Ouch, ooch, eech, anch", I remember exclaiming, as I hopped around on one foot while holding the other and pulling out the straight pin.

Mom sometimes baked pies.  "Wow, Mom, a pie, is this for supper?" I might ask.  "No, you can't have any, it's for the church social tomorrow night."  Thankfully, we always went to the church socials so we got to eat Mom's pies.  At major holidays we also got plenty of Mom's pie.

She made tasty cinnamon roll-ups with the excess dough from the crust that tasted awesome.  Mike and I loved these delicious morsels.  The smell was great, too.

Mom would sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy" which I thought was "Marezeedoats and dozeedoats..." for years.

Mom had a hair brush for discipline/ threats, unless she was ordering one of us to get a switch from the willow tree in the Whitaker's front yard during the warm seasons.

She tried to teach us to dance.  I don't recall a lot of success.

She got us in the habit of bedtime prayer. .

I Love You, Mom.

Happpy Mother's Day.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

My Mother Has a Heart for Me

Mom's are special, no two are alike.  They have a place for us in their heart.  I wrote a song about that in 2013.  
(A link to my practicing  it on Youtube is at the bottom if you want to get an idea about the tune which was written by the late Jim Coughlin) Updated 5/8/2022

My Mother Has a Heart for Me

          Chorus:  My mother has a heart for me.
She’s always had a heart for me.
How did God know that I needed her love?
Why did He do that for me?

When I was a baby, a child and a teen,
My mother would comfort me.
She’d open her heart, and I’d feel all her love
She knew how a mom ought to be.

Later I stumbled and wandered alone
Feeling unhappy but free
My mother would call and send hugs and kisses
Saying, “Only God knows who you’ll be.”

I would look in the mirror and not know my part
Confusion was all that I’d see.
Mom would remind me to look in my heart,
Who does God want you to be?

Now life is different, my vision is clear.
Some things are easy to see.
The trust that erased my confusion and fear
Was God’s love through Mom’s heart for me.

    Chorus

Thursday, March 21, 2013

God's My Friend Again


These words came to me as a toe tapping song during a discussion at church.  

God’s My Friend Again
 
By Pat Jonas                   March 20, 2013

God’s my friend again, since I found that He’s within.
He’s not a power hiding in the sky.
He’s right here with me, in my heart so I can be
Serving Him and loving ‘til I die.

Chorus:  God’s my friend again, Yes, God’s my friend again.
He’s opened up my heart, I knew He could.
God’s my friend again, Yes, God’s my friend again.
His love is in my heart, my heart for good.

As you try to change, Good and evil call your name.
You can choose the way you want to be.
God will be aware, and show you that He cares
He wants your heart for all eternity.

Put your truth aside, and let God’s Truth abide
Listen to His heart inside of yours.
He will lead you on, to Jesus and beyond
Loving you until your soul’s secure.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Emmert Leroy Michael 1922-2013 Rest in Peace


Comments at the funeral service in Germantown, OH February 9,2013 by son-in-law Pat Jonas:
When I think of Emmert, in addition to what others have said, what comes to mind most is Family, Farm and Food.
 
You’ve seen the slide show here at the funeral home with backhoes, dozers, and dirt as well as childhood, Jefferson High School, the Army Air Corps tail gunner training for the B-17 in Kingman Arizona- where he married the woman of his dreams- and remained married for 69 years.  Parenthood, the farm on Liberty-Ellerton Road, more parenthood, the gun club, the hoops basket on the barn, the tennis court, and the boat followed.  

He had a crafty daughter (Polly) who liked to bake and sew and another daughter (Rebecca) who liked to sew, wash cars and mow lawns- and has been my wife since 1969.  Three sons later, Emmert moved them all  to a new farm in Farmersville on Chicken Bristle Road where he died peacefully on Tuesday morning.

All along the way, family was a huge factor in Emmert’s life.  Especially huge in size because his dad Harvey married a Wolf- Nettie to be specific.  The Wolf family seems to make up half of the Jefferson Alumni banquet every year.  Most of you might be related to each other, by the way because of the Wolf Factor.

His wife and kids could all fit into their favorite car- a red Pontiac Catalina.  They liked it so much that Brian has one exactly like it in his barn.  It all worked because Emmert knew and honored one of the secrets of manhood and fatherhood- men are dependent on women.  And didn’t he find the right one to be dependent on, Kathryn Baker, from the Baker farm on Frytown Road in Jefferson Township.

From the Harvey and Nettie Michael farm on Dayton-Farmersville Road to the Emmert and Kathryn Michael farm on Liberty- Ellerton Road to their farm on Chicken Bristle Road they used the land, that Emmert loved, to farm and grow, shoot and mow.  The airstrip in Farmersville on their farm supported the ownership of an airplane that many of you remember.  The heavy equipment fit perfectly for Emmert on his Chicken Bristle playground, where he returned from a series of medical interventions starting at Thanksgiving to relax, be with family and move on to the hereafter, where he is looking for a heavenly backhoe.
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Food was important on the farm, especially bread and ice cream.  Apple butter and peanut brittle were special treats, but the ice cream topped the food hit parade.  He wasn’t really supposed to try to swallow food on his recent return home from Sycamore Hospital, but he wolfed down several dishes of ice cream comfortably last Saturday. God seemed to know and support what Emmert really needed at that moment.   “I’d rather have ice cream than money” his dad Harvey used to say.  And Emmert seemed to follow in his dad’s footsteps when it came to ice cream.
Family, Farm and Food- just a few aspects of the life of Emmert Michael.