Sunday, December 1, 2024

Editor's Corner


By Mary E. Adair

November-December 2024

"May and October,
the best-smelling months?
I’ll make a case for December;
evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon."
— Lisa Kleypas


We got thru October while awaiting a November trip to be present for the wedding of one of your editor's Great-Grandsons, Trenton Wadford whose fiance Katy Brown is the daughter of his preacher. It was a beautiful wedding, plus getting to visit many family members and meet new ones.


This issue is fighting back when we attempt including pictures. Our webmaster is the one to solve such problems, and will have an answer. Meanwhile not all the pics chosen for this Holiday issue will be shown now. We have his interesting column "Mike's Place" and that is one you will enjoy reading.


Marilyn Carnell's book on early Civil War times is progressing and she includes a bit on some characters in her column "Sifodling Along." Thomas F. O'Neill, being a teacher, waxes eloquent on history of principal parties in "Introspective."


Mattie Lennon's column "Irish Eyes" includes excerpts from a few informational interviews with some authors in recent news, then remembers fondly one who is a steady favorite. Ara Parisien and Pauline Evanosky are not present this busy month.


Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" talks about how we should remember to be kind to ourselves, and why. "Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour is updating info as DNA is being found useful in numerous new areas. The column by the late Rod Cohenour's family members who shared his love of cooking, continues as a tribute to him. This issue has the necessary info for delicious Giblet Gravy.


John I. Blair's poem this month, "Minds" will set your mind to thinking. Walt Perryman's poems are "Attribute," "The Look," "Christmas Eve," and "As I Get Older." Bud Lemire's "Felines in A Cancer Hospital," "Hope in A Dark World," "The Light Beyond Book Shop" and "My MP3 Player" give one something to consider. Bruce Clifford also has four poems for us: "Before The Fall," "Puddle People," "Fallen Remains," and "Geography." Yours Truly is showing her main Christmas poem again this year, "Tiny Miracle."


We continue to rely on our co-founder and webmaster Mike Craner. With this eZine in its 27th year online, he is the one we trust for our status quo. Thank you, Mike, for all you accomplish. I shall continue to express my gratitude to my talented and creative friend. We continue to place our confidence in him as we have in the past.

See you in January for our first 2025 issue!


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Mike's Place

 


By Michael L. Craner

Yesterday was Veterans Day, 2024 and today I find myself remembering this time of year, over the years, starting late "last century" as kids like to say now.


Looking back, I see those years shaping me into who I am today, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Old bias, perhaps even some mild prejudice, I was forged in last century ideas and ideals.


As a proud American, I wanted to be a patriot, as a Christian I valued traditional family. As a man I strove for respect, self reliance, and strength, and leadership. As a youth, there was rebellion too.


As a result, I entered manhood naive, ignorant, strong willed, and energetic to explore life, freedom, and the world. It was all very confusing for me. Yet I dove in and went after it, I loved and lost. Made mistakes and tried to learn from them. Some took much longer though. Old lessons and ideas both helped and hindered, but time marches on, as it does.


Overall, looking back I realize that I had/have some disconnects. Sometimes they helped me get past a lot of things that seem to cripple some people, but also I now realize they crippled me.


I'd get so empathetic to others it would nearly break me, so I learned to block it, rather than reason or cope through it. Then I became as hard as a diamond and as course as raw granite and it left me callous and rigid.


Then, life, or God, or whatever decided it was my turn to be humbled. It was easy when it was just me, but when I started accepting responsibility for others and a family, that granite crumbled to gravel, and that diamond turned back into black coal. I took that piece of coal and made a fire, I took that gravel and mixed it with the sand of my soul, and the crude oil of my blood and forged a road... a life path, mapped from the blueprint of my upbringing... I built a family and started a new journey.


Without good maintenance though, potholes appeared, some I dodged, others I hit though and threw our car out of alignment, even got a few flat tires and bent rims. Yet everytime I break down, there seems to be a light just over the hill, maybe a garage... I just have to push on a bit further to get there, make repairs, and get back on the road.


Back in those early years, serving in the Army and a few years after, I spent several important holidays and events away from my new family, in my "forge." I spent time in war and war-torn lands, observing true heroism, love of family and community in the most trying of times for those people, making my own trial seem as trivial as "walking to school in the snow uphill, both ways, barefoot."


It's terribly hard to miss first Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, living in tents in winter with bullets flying overhead, even knowing that in a few months I'd likely be home again. It was harder knowing that those we were helping WERE home, and for many, this WAS their best life, as short as it may be.


This is the forge that made my iron into steel. That made me fight later and make choices to support my own family and communities that often created my own potholes.


Do I have regrets? I used to say no, but I guess I do. Looking back I could have done a lot of things differently... made a better life for myself and my family... yet, if I had, would the family I have now be who they are today, because I'm sure I wouldn't be who I am. I can only hope they can see my mistakes and learn from them without experiencing them themselves.


Do I have scars? You bet, more than I can remember. At least as many psychological as physical, and I have lots of physical scars. Mostly from hard work and stupid mistakes. Some scars faded and left with time. Eventually, all scars fade to ashes and dust to dust.


A little bit of kindness, service, and understanding goes a tremendously long way, both for others and ourselves. You don't have to dedicate your life to feeding the homeless, charity, or pious service to your almighty. Just lend a hand or ride here or there. Pick up a bit of trash along your road.


We all eventually have a breakdown or two on this road we call life, a smile, a hand up, and paying forward help everyone. That's why I do what I do. Even though my condition may make me want to hide away in a dark, quiet room away from people, stepping out, offering a hand, a few words, connecting with others as hard as it's become has become something I value, as terrifying as it is, it helps me too.


In fact, looking back, from my experience in the military, writing, scouting, gun range, boys academy, Santa, and retail work, I have met some of the most broken, renewed, and positive people that have fallen and risen to become not only the best they could be but to inspire and mentor so many others.


I'll finish with this quote I once saw on a sign that has stuck with me for years, "The only difference between a stumbling block and a stepping stone is how you use them."


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Armchair Genealogy


By Melinda Cohenour

A General Update regarding Ancestry and Ancestry DNA

Many changes have occurred with Ancestry in the last few years. A brief recitation of Key Changes follows:

    * August 2020: Blackstone Investment Corp. Purchased Ancestry and Ancestry DNA for $4.7 billion:
    "Investment firm Blackstone announced on Wednesday that it was buying a majority stake in the direct-to-consumer genetics company Ancestry from its former equity holders for $4.7 billion.
    "The firm will take the reins from global firms including Silver Lake, GIC, and Spectrum Equity, but GIC will retain a significant minority stake in the company, according to a press release. Ancestry was last valued at roughly $3 billion in 2017, according to PitchBook, and had eyed an IPO in 2017 and 2019, when the personal genetics business was booming."
    * Concerns arise 2021 over possible publication or unintended use of DNA test results:


Although Blackstone asserts "No intention to permit sale, publication, or use of the millions of DNA test results, most financial analysts as well as DNA scientists and professors scoff. Full story may be seen at the link below.


Column: Why spend billions for Ancestry’s DNA data if you don’t plan to use it?
By David Lazarus, Columnist
April 13, 2021 6 AM PT


"Shirley Ruge has long been fascinated with exploring her family tree. At one time, that meant many hours spent combing through records at courthouses and libraries.


"For the last 20 years or so, the Indian Wells resident has focused her research on Ancestry (a.k.a. Ancestry.com), one of the leading sites for genealogical sleuthing and DNA analysis. The company says it has 18 million people in “the world’s largest consumer DNA network.”


“You find heroes in your past and you also find villains,” Ruge, 87, told me. “It’s fascinating.


“I’m one of six kids,” she said. “I want to know where we come from, and why we’re all so different.”


Lately, though, Ruge has had other questions on her mind.


Such as: Why was Utah-based Ancestry purchased in December by the New York investment firm Blackstone Group for $4.7 billion?


And: What does Blackstone plan to do with that treasure trove of genetic data, which is highly sought after by drug companies, insurance firms, employers and others?


Opinion: The risks of sharing your DNA with online companies aren’t a future concern. They’re here now


Oct. 18, 2023
Author Edward Humes DNA is solving cold cases everywhere. One true-crime writer thinks that’s a tricky path


Nov. 22, 2022
“I don’t believe for a second that Blackstone bought Ancestry simply because they love people,” Ruge said. “You don’t spend $4.7 billion unless you have a plan to make it back, and more.”


Blackstone says she and others needn’t worry.


“We invested in Ancestry because it is a clear leader in its industry with a digital subscription business that has continued to grow significantly,” said Matt Anderson, a spokesman for the investment firm with more than $600 billion in assets under management.


“Blackstone has not and will not access user DNA and family tree data, and we will not be sharing this data with our other companies,” he told me. “To be crystal clear, doing so was never part of our investment thesis — period.”


End of story? Perhaps not.


I reached out to a number of bioethicists to ask if they believed Ancestry users could rest easy knowing their genetic data will remain under wraps. Nearly every one of them scoffed at the idea.


"It’s naive to think Blackstone would spend almost $5 billion for an asset it has no plans to exploit, said Ellen W. Clayton, a professor of law and health policy at Vanderbilt University. “Why else would they buy it?” she asked.


..."But nearly every expert I spoke with cited the partnership announced in 2018 between Ancestry rival 23andMe and pharmaceutical giant GlaxoSmithKline.


"Glaxo purchased a $300-million stake in 23andMe, giving it access to the genetic data of the company’s 12 million users.


The genealogical site GEDmatch, which played a role in catching the Golden State Killer, was acquired in 2019 by San Diego’s Verogen, a company with links to crime labs.


“It’s important to understand that, at some point, the purpose of all these DNA companies is to monetize that data,” said Katherine Drabiak, an associate professor of public health at the University of South Florida.


“The entire business model is offering a service people want and amassing a huge amount of data,” she said. Ancestry’s new owner ignoring the value of its genetic database “would fly in the face of how these companies operate.” LAtims.combusiness


* Ancestry raised their subscription prices


When did Ancestry raise their prices?
February 1, 2022


"We're increasing our monthly subscription prices to help provide you with more content and new product features. Starting on February 1, 2022, the price of U.S monthly subscriptions to Ancestry.com for our existing customers will increase.Jan 2, 2022

Ancestry.com


We're increasing our monthly subscription prices to help provide you with more content and new product features."


* Ancestry released the largest DNA report, changing what was previously referred to as Ethnicity Estimate in what, to many, provided a picture of their "Ancestral Origins" vastly differing from prior reports:


AncestryDNA's 2024 update includes new features, a refreshed user experience, and more precise results:


New regions
AncestryDNA adds new regions based on advances in DNA science and more samples in their reference panel. This allows them to better distinguish between adjacent regions and break down larger regions into more detail.


New ethnic groups
AncestryDNA added 64 new ethnic groups from Africa, along with stories that provide cultural context.


New terms
AncestryDNA adopted new terms to describe different aspects of results, including:


Ancestral regions: Formerly known as "Ethnicity Estimate", these percentages show places where ancestors likely lived roughly 1,000 years ago.


Ancestral journeys: Formerly known as "Communities", this feature shows where relatives likely lived and moved in the past 300 years.


Subregions: Smaller, more specific areas within a region that provide added granularity.


Refreshed user experience
AncestryDNA made it easier to explore and understand origins and journeys.


AncestryDNA members receive updated regions free of charge. For 90 days after an update, members can download the prior version of their results.

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The ways in which long-time Ancestry members can expect change with this change in ownership are yet to be seen.


A recent lawsuit brought against Blackstone alleging it required Ancestry.com to disclose distinct individual identities of the DNA test results purchased was dismissed as being "without merit" on its face, no evidence of such claim discovered or disclosed as evidentiary material to the court.

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Guess we must stand by and see what our future brings.


My most recent "future" presented itself just today. An encounter I shall be addressing with our new Ancestry management in the coming days. We shall see if your author's unpleasant interaction today proves to be worthy of future discussion.


In the meantime, enjoy your own Armchair Genealogy.


Stay tuned, dear readers.


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Cooking with Rod's Family

                                      By Melinda Cohenour

The holidays are fast approaching. This year they bring an admixture of emotion. A year's end heralding many changes. A new home. A complete change in my lifestyle. Our first holiday season without Rod. Bittersweet.


Our grandson Adam has discovered he has not only an appreciation of cooking but a growing gift. He has exhibited his skill as a grillmaster, preparing some of the most delectable steaks you've ever tasted. His experimental flavors for corn on the cob are tantalizing as well.


Looking forward to the holidays, I suppose, Adam requested my recipe for Giblet Gravy. Just writing it down this evening has set my taste buds alight. It will be hard to wait for the first turkey dinner!


We are Cooking With Rod's Family, preparing dishes he would definitely appreciate. Hope you enjoy preparing them as well.


Bon appetit~


Ms Giblet Gravy


Ingredients:

    * giblets from inside poultry (usually a gizzard, heart, kidneys, liver) If desired you can purchase more chicken livers separately. Some really like more in their gravy. Rinse before use in this recipe.
    * neckbone
    * small onion
    * 2-3 stalks celery
    * Water
    * 2-3 tablespoons flour
    * 2 cans or 1 quart low or no sodium.chicken broth
    * 1/2 cup milk
    * 2 eggs if desired
    * black pepper


Instructions:

    1. Remove giblets and neck from cavity of poultry. Rinse giblets gently. Trim gristle from gizzard. If desired, slice gizzard and heart and add to a medium saucepan.. Lucky you if you also got the kidney. Slice it as well. Reserve and refrigerate liver until later as it takes less time to cook. Cover giblets and neckbone with water, at least 2 inches above the top.
    2. Simmer giblets and neckbone about 40 minutes to an hour. Add liver after cooking for 30 minutes. Over-cooking liver makes it become bitter but you do want it cooked through.

    A great deal of tasty meat may be salvaged from the neckbone. After permitting the neckbone to cool, I usually work cautiously using a sharp small paring knife and my fingers to remove the meat from the bone. (Make sure no bone sneaks into your bowl!)

    3. Add neck meat back to the saucepan. Add 1 small onion, diced. Add 2 - 3 stalks celery, destring and cut into small moons. Reserve the leafy top for later use. Cover with a quart of broth and place over medium high heat.
    4. Simmer slowly about 30 to 40 minutes permitting onion and celery to cook. Stir occasionally. Strain giblets, meat and vegetables carefully from liquid. Reserve and keep warm while preparing gravy. Increase heat and permit broth to begin to boil gently.
    5. Make a simple paste of equal parts flour and water. Whisk to ensure there are no lumps. Slowly add to boiling broth. Whisk constantly as gravy thickens to desired consistency. Add milk and continue to whisk until blended.
    6. Add back giblet, neck meat and vegetable mixture. Crack and break raw eggs in a separate bowl to make sure they're fresh and there are no pieces of shell. Once gravy has become hot again, drizzle eggs into gravy and stir while they cook, lacing your gravy with strands of egg. . Season to taste with black pepper. Serve in a warm bowl. Garnish with leafy celery tops.


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Irish Eyes



By Mattie Lennon

CUTLERY CULTURE. A LIFE AMONG THE DEAD AND POEMS.

Shane Gallagher grew up on a farm in Lacken, overlooking the Blessington Lakes in County Wicklow. He says, “There was always something broke that had to be made or fixed for machinery, I learnt a lot from my father and mother around the farm. Went then and served my time working on trucks.”


He was, and still is, a mechanic but now he has found his true calling. (Didn’t Francis Bacon mention, “Mechanical arts and merchandise?”)


Shane says “There was always bits of scrap lying around the farm yard so instead of getting rid of the scrap metals I tried my hand at welding and forging sculptures out of it , from tin to steel to copper, then to cutlery, such as flowers, angel's, , birds, candles holders just to name a few.”


JFK Said, “In free society art is not a weapon.” But you should see the “revolver” that he (Shane not JFK!) has fashioned from a socket, a spoon and a few other bits and pieces from the kitchen drawer.


He didn’t lick it off the ground. It’s in the genes. His grandfather Jack had “the best pair of hands in the parish” He comes from a long line of people who had an appreciation of the arts. His sister Leslie Murphy is a well-known and gifted illustrator and painter who featured at Dunlavin Festival of Arts and his mother “can turn her hand to anything”.


Shane has ideas to make more and more sculptures. He told me, “I enjoy making them; it keeps me from going mad at mechanics.” He sees it as a hobby and discusses it with the utmost modesty. Stephen Spender said that, “Art is born of humiliation” but it would be more accurate to say that Shane’s art is born of humility. He doesn’t ever blow his own trumpet, even if he has fashioned said instrument from the exhaust pipe of a 1959 Austin A 40.


I’m no Nostradamus but I’m predicting that you will hear a lot more about this man from Lacken who got no formal training and is now up there with the best in the west Wicklow arts scene . His work can be seen in the Blessington Tourist Office. And on Sunday 27th October a large collection of his works was displayed in his old primary school which is now the Lacken Community Centre. Shane’s Instagram account is; shane_gallagher_crafts.

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A LIFE AMONG THE DEAD


David McGowan is a man of many parts who has had, up to now, a chequered career. From working with the dead as a teenager when his father accidentally bought a hearse to witnessing a dead gang leader being shot in the head in Chicago. His A Life among the Dead is to all intents and purposes an autobiography.


The author is not critical by nature but he wasn’t impressed by the educational system in operation when he was in Primary School, “. . . there didn’t seem to be any purpose to some of the things we laboured over for hours on end. I recall being hit with the edge of a ruler by my first teacher. If a child didn’t have their homework done to her satisfaction, she would make them stand at the blackboard and say, ‘I am a dunce’ to the whole class.”


When a fellow student embalmer in Chicago who didn’t seem all that anxious about learning anything, told him later that he had been assigned to the funeral home to gain intelligence about mobsters, and was wearing a wire at all times, David felt rather naïve. On another occasion when a vehicle collided with the side of his hearse a paramedic who arrived promptly on the scene asked if he had anyone else with him “I innocently replied that I had one person in my vehicle. She panicked and asked how the other person was. I calmly replied that she was dead. She asked to see them, I presume in the hopes of of reviving them. She got very cross with me when she discovered that my passenger hadn’t died as a result of the accident.”


After one exhumation he discovered that the long held belief that a person’s hair continues to grow after death is not a myth.


This book is not all about embalming and the lingering smell of formaldehyde. He also gives vivid accounts of other aspects of his life. “Thousands flocked to Enniscrone for what was a very joyous occasion.” What were they waiting for? The arrival of a 48 metre long 767. And it arrived; but not by air. David McGowan brought it from Shannon Airport on the Atlantic ocean.


If you are sceptical about the existence of a paranormal the chapter headed Unexplained Happenings may change your mind. There are happenings that he doesn’t make any great claims about, he just suggests that it’s unlikely that they were coincidences. I feel that Liz Tuttle’s description of herself would fit David, “I’m quite a rational person, but I'm drawn to the irrational. I love coincidences, and I like to question that in fiction: 'is this random, or is there something working underneath?'


The author doesn’t force anyone to believe in another world but he had some strange experiences. One day his hearse broke down on a bridge over the river Moy as a large crowd of mourners walked behind it. It cut out and wouldn’t re-start. But a ”little push” got it off the bridge and it started.


He took it to the garage next day and , “They had no explanation for what had happened.” But weeks later a son of the deceased told him, “That his dad had often told him that he loved to look down at the river from the bridge to his favourite spot, the place where he had loved to go fishing in the river. He had often fished with his dad there in the past. “ But he had forgotten about his dead telling him, “that when he died, he wanted the hearse to stop in the middle of the bridge on his final journey.”


An A to Z of funeral undertaking and the director’s life story.


Don't miss it.

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Endurable Infinity


Tony Kitt is a poet from Dublin, Ireland. His family hails from Co. Mayo in the West of Ireland, as well as from Italy and Greece. He has worked as a researcher, a music critic, a literary translator, a creative writing tutor, and a magazine editor. His poetry titles include Endurable Infinity (University of Pittsburgh Press, USA, 2022), Sky Sailing (Salmon Poetry, Ireland, 2025; forthcoming), and A Quiet Life in Psychopatria (MadHat Press, USA, 2025; forthcoming). His chapbook called Further Through Time was published by Origami Poems Project (USA, 2022). His poems appear in multiple magazines, and anthologies, including Oxford Poetry, Poetry Ireland Review, The North, Cyphers, The Cafe Review, Plume, Matter, The Fortnightly Review, The Honest Ulsterman, The New Ulster, Under the Radar, etc. They have also been translated into Italian, Greek, Romanian, German, Ukrainian, Albanian, and Chinese. He edited the Contemporary Tangential Surrealist Poetry anthology (SurVision Books, 2023), as well as the anthology entitled Invasion: Ukrainian Poems about the War(SurVision Books, 2022), and was the winner of the Maria Edgeworth Poetry Prize.


His collection of 76 poems, Endurable Infinity published by University of Pittsburgh Press, asks us, in the words of, George Kalamaras, poet laureate emeritus of Indiana to, “ …undo ourselves in the reconstitution of the possible.”


The following is the first stanza of Tony’s poem, Music for the Virus;

Life in a glass box is as lengthy as its utensil.
Drumroll entry. Piano stairs,
The age of John cage. A vaccine
Descending into judicial transparency.

A feast of poetry for Christmas.

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And Joe Harrington’s Rambling House is still going strong after more than a quarter century.


Happy Christmas and I’ll see you next year.


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Refer

Sifoddling Along

By Marilyn Carnell

I planned to write about the holidays this month, but no story emerged from my busy brain. Below is background information concerning the Civil War novel I am writing about a capricious young woman named Bonnie Faye Doolittle:


Before dawn on April 12, 1861, Confederate forces fired on Ft. Sumter in the Charleston, South Carolina harbor. That action marked the beginning of the most devastating war in United States history and sent shock waves across a divided nation.


Trouble had been brewing about the issue of slavery for many years, but few areas of the massive conflict were to be as affected as a small patch of land colloquially known as Lapland. A place where the confluence of politically drawn borders fluidly “lapped” over each other.


The battles at Wilson’s Creek and Pea Ridge are less well known than battles east of the Mississippi – Antietam, Bull Run, and Gettysburg, but the early warfare to make Missouri part of the Confederacy were catastrophic to the residents of extreme southwest Missouri. It is one thing to read about war in a newspaper and quite another when the action occurs in your own backyard.


There were many problems. The South was poorly prepared for warfare. The horde of Southern men gathered on the Cowskin Prairie were ill-equipped. They lacked uniforms, guns, ammunition, and food. This forced them to range about the countryside looking for any needed supplies. Moreover, they were not very particular about how they obtained their acquisitions.


Random, ferocious attacks by bushwhackers were a part of life from the early days before and during the war until the bitter end. Although many schoolchildren are taught that the war ended with Lee’s surrender after the battle of the courthouse at Appomattox, it was not that tidy. President Lincoln learned of this momentous event before he was shot by John Wilkes Booth on April 14. Texas continued to have spotty resistance until the war was declared over on April 2, 1866. By that time, Lapland was an empty wasteland.


Bonnie Faye Doolittle was born in Lapland – a crossroads of geography, political divide, and cultures. Located at the end of the Mason-Dixon line that separated the North from the South, it abutted Indian Territory and was down the road from Bloody Kansas.


Precisely, Bonnie Faye was born in Pineville, Missouri, the County Seat of McDonald County nestled in the western Ozark Mountains. Its land and residents were trampled by armies and bandits of both the North and South during the four long years of the war.


Bonnie Faye’s parents migrated from Tennessee to the southwest corner of Missouri in 1840, and she came into the world in 1842. She was born under poor circumstances. Despite everything her father, Dr. Papa, could do, he could not save his beloved wife from bleeding to death when Bonnie Faye was three days old. As the town’s only physician, he knew that a neighbor, Little Feather McClain, had lost her baby only a few days before, so he hired her as a wet nurse to save his baby daughter. Little Feather, heartbroken at the loss of her own child, nursed her with care and affection.


Dr. Papa had no inclination to marry again, so with Little Feather’s help, he raised Bonnie Faye. She flourished under their hands and developed an opinion that the world centered on her belly button, although she would never have described it in such a crude way.


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Introspective


By Thomas F. O'Neill

Let us get back to our core principles......... 🦅


We all know there is a huge polarization in America, especially, between the Democrats and the Republicans. Their political-ideological division is quite evident within the House of Representatives and the Senate.


Democrats and Republicans are deadlocked refusing to compromise on the important issues that are vital for America and our future wellbeing. For example, finding a rational solution for a new stimulus bill or meeting in the middle of the great divide, to find a compromise seems beyond the realm of possibilities in Washington, DC. The two parties would rather come up with mere talking points to talk past one another. It is also more than evident that our U.S. Government has become dysfunctional, and nothing seems to be getting accomplished.


The Democratic leaders see the Republican Party as being highjacked by the extreme conservative fringe. The Republican leaders on the other hand view the Democratic Party as the ultra-liberal progressive party.


A conservative talking point on Facebook is the claim that Democrats want to change America into a socialist country. Another post I read said liberalism is a mental disorder and what is needed is a return to our biblical roots. The other side is arguing that conservatives want to rewrite history to push their ideological agenda on the American people, the same is being said by conservatives against liberals.


Some of the religious right posting on social media have gone as far as to say our Nation’s founding fathers were orthodox Christians. However, there is no historical evidence to support their claim, and history has proven time and time again that most but not all of our nation’s founding fathers were Deists, not Christians.


Conservative leaders enjoy weaving into their speeches that Abraham Lincoln was our greatest President and the first Republican President. Most historians would not refute that claim because Lincoln was by far a great historical President. They also bring up that Ronald Reagan never wavered from his Christian orthodoxy and single-handedly brought down the Soviet Union. Many historians would agree that Ronald Reagan was indeed an above-average President but to say he was orthodox in his beliefs and that he single-handedly brought down the Soviet Union is a bit of a stretch.


Many of the religious right postings on social media seem to lack historical knowledge, especially, with their outlandish claims that Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan were born-again Christians. There is no historical evidence to support that claim either. Perhaps, they believe if they say it enough times over the internet history will rewrite itself.


Rick Santorum states Liberalism is a social disease, I would disagree with the former Republican Senator from Pennsylvania. Problems facing our country are not caused by Liberalism but rather it’s the polarization of ideologies within Government.


Christian Fundamentalists posting on Facebook sincerely believe our Nation was founded on conservative Christian orthodoxy. They should, however, take time to learn about our country’s heritage rather than trying to push their religious agenda. Liberalism is not a social disease nor is it the sole cause of the discord in Washington, DC. The main problem is our government’s inability to reach a compromise and put the needs of the American people foremost.


Liberal ideologies fill the pages of our history books; the delegates that signed the Declaration of Independence in 1776 were, for example, considered radical liberals. Especially, by those who didn’t want to rock the boat and enter a war with England. Most religious leaders at that time argued that a war against England could not be won.


In Thomas Jefferson’s time during the forming of our great American experiment, the Roman Catholic Church declared democracy an immoral form of Government. The Pope at that time believed - America does not recognize Christ and the church as its moral and governing authority therefore its government is worldly and immoral. Thomas Jefferson was considered the greatest liberal of all with his radical idea of erecting a wall of separation between church and state. Conservatives at the time declared him an atheist even though he was a Deist.


Those who condemned slavery in the 1850s were also considered bleeding-heart liberals. Unlike today many Democrats were staunch racists during the abolitionist movement of the 1800s but their party was divided. That division led to the first Republican to win the Presidency in 1860. Abraham Lincoln only got 40% of the popular votes in the election of 1860. His two opponents got 60% of the votes - 30% of the votes going to each of his opponents. His two opponents were pro-slavery and if the 1860 election were a two-way race Lincoln would have lost due to his liberal ideals and history would have turned out quite differently.


Unlike today the Republican Party from the mid to the late 1800s was the liberal progressive party. The Democratic Party back then was the religious conservative party who campaigned on bible quotes. They believed slavery was justified on religious grounds because the bible says so.


Steven Douglas who ran against Lincoln accused him of being a Deist because he never referred to god’s biblical word in his speeches. Lincoln’s response, “…. when I do good … I feel good …… when I do bad, I feel bad. Therefore, I do my best to do what is right, ….. to follow the rules of goodness at all times, this is the religion I live by.” Lincoln went on to say in response to Steven Douglas “…… I cannot conceive a superior intelligence, which we refer to as God that would concur with my opponent’s (Douglas) feeble, mediocre ramblings.” Lincoln took a huge gamble by alienating himself from the religious conservatives, but he spoke honestly, but many historians believe Douglas won the debate among the pro-slavery crowd.


Lincoln was hated and despised as President because he did not set out to please the citizenry by making the popular choices. He rather put preserving the Union above all else. He understood history was depending on the tough unpopular choice he had to make. He brought our country through the greatest and bloodiest conflict our Nation ever faced. Some historians put the death toll in the civil war at seven hundred and twenty thousand. North against South, brother against brother, every household experienced a great loss due to the death of a loved one. The South experienced the most carnage and punishment by the northern forces and each side passionately believed God was on their side.


A reporter asked Lincoln, “Mr. President both sides say God is on their side how can you both be right?” Lincoln’s response, “God is always on the side of humanity, urging us, to concede to the will of our higher angel, dwelling, within all of us.”


In the end, Lincoln’s assassination in 1865 elevated our 16th President to secular sainthood. His death occurred on the Christian observance of Good Friday. In some way, his death symbolized and represented the loss and pain that the country endured throughout the war.


North and South mourned the death of Abraham Lincoln. History however does not always concur with the myths and legends that continue to surround our 16th President in popular culture. He represented all that was worst in humanity and all that was best in humanity. His goals for the southern reconstruction were not fulfilled as he hoped they would be. It was due to his assassination and the staunch racism and hatred of his successor, Andrew Johnson. Unlike, Lincoln, the 17th President, Andrew Johnson, was on the wrong side of history.


Afro-Americans were treated poorly in the south and the southern whites got away with horrendous crimes against the southern blacks. Southerners used the people of color as scapegoats for the Civil War and took out all their hate and animosity against them.


The Ku Klux Klan commonly called the KKK or simply the Klan was made up of both democrats and republicans. When the KKK emerged, segregation soon followed, becoming the norm under the new Jim Crow laws that were established in the southern states. It would take decades for the civil rights movement to take root leading to extraordinary social changes.


The mid-1950s and throughout the 1960s brought the civil rights struggle to the national mainstream. Enlightened voices and extraordinary oratory from people like Martin Luther King, Jr. and other civil rights leaders brought the struggles of Afro-Americans to light. Television visualized the injustices waged against people of color in the south and the dissonance of white supremacy.


President John F Kennedy tried to pass massive civil rights legislation through congress, but conservative republicans and democrats blocked the bills. It wasn’t until JFK’s assassination that President Lyndon Johnson was able to push Kennedy’s civil rights bills through congress and the Civil Rights Act was signed into law in 1964 bringing an end to segregation. The voting rights act in 1965 was passed making it illegal to interfere with a person’s right to vote. The fair housing rights act in 1968 came into law making it illegal to refuse to rent or sell property to a person based on that person’s race.


Southern Governors opposed the new civil rights laws like Governor George Wallace (January 1963 – January 1967) of Alabama, a proud racist. He had no qualms about announcing his racism on national television. He said, “there was segregation, yesterday, they’ll be segregation, today, and they’ll be segregation, tomorra’, as long as I’m Govana’ of the mighty State of Alabama’.” George Wallace ran for Governor on that very slogan and won his first term in November of 1962. He and other southern Governors ignored the new civil rights laws. They accused the Democratic leaders in Washington of being soft, and bleeding-heart liberals, for interfering with the southern way of life. At various times throughout LBJ’s Presidency National Guard units had to be called into various southern states to help enforce the Civil rights laws.


President Johnson escalated the Vietnam War by sending thousands of ground troops to Vietnam in hopes of winning over the hardline southern conservatives. They accused the President of being soft on communism. Those who opposed the war were looked upon as bleeding-heart liberals by the conservatives. Most historians today would agree that the Vietnam War was a huge blunder, and that Vietnam never posed an imminent threat to the United States.


Decades earlier when Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected President many Republicans during the Great Depression of the 1930s accused FDR as being a socialist for his New Deal policies. His welfare programs also caused many Republican conservatives to accuse Roosevelt not just of being a socialist but of being a bleeding-heart liberal as well.


Conservatives on Facebook always point to Ronald Reagan as the last of the great conservative Presidents. If they took the time to read his personal letters a different picture would emerge. Reagan was once asked by a reporter “is Jesus Christ your personal savior?” Reagan responded, “I don’t wear religion on my sleeve.” The religious right at the time accused Reagan of being Christian in name only because he never brought up Jesus in his speeches and rarely worshiped in a Church on Sunday. Reagan’s personal writings show him to be ahead of his time on many social issues and he was not as conservative as the religious right on Facebook makes him out to be. In 1983, Reagan signed into law, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day (third Monday in January) a national holiday to commemorate the life of Dr. King.


If an Abraham Lincoln or a Ronald Reagan were to run for President today, they would not be able to get their names on the Republican ballot. The religious right would reject them for not being conservative enough.


In 1960 when John F Kennedy’s Catholicism became a campaign issue Kennedy responded, “The wall of separation between Church and State is absolute,” but many conservatives say Kennedy was wrong.


A religious conviction was never a prerequisite for political office in our Nation’s early years. This has become a modern phenomenon that diminishes the electoral process in the United States. John F Kennedy was correct in stating the wall of separation is absolute because that is what our founding fathers intended it to be.


Religious litmus tests for political fitness within our country goes against the very core principles that our country was founded on. I do, however, agree that the founding principles that made our country great are becoming somewhat lost. It cannot be denied, our founding fathers did not set out to create a Christian Theocracy they intended to create a just society. They also had a benevolent attitude toward religion in general, and Christianity in particular.


Our Nation’s founding fathers believed education based on reason, logic, and a virtuous upbringing is needed for a just society to bear fruit. We cannot have a just society without a virtuous electorate and that too is being lost in our country. Religiosity being cloaked into Government policy by the conservative fringe will only diminish our nation’s greatness even further. We also need to re-apply the immortal words of John F Kennedy - “Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country.” I say this because today many are asking what our Government can do for “ME” and that includes many of today’s politicians. Common decency and service to our country seem to have been foremost in Kennedy’s generation.


Service to our country and common decency are also part of our country’s founding principles, unfortunately, they too are eroding in society. Politicians need to move away from an entitlement mentality to a self-worth mentality, by asking themselves, “what can I do to make our country a better place to live.”


I liked telling my students, “fools talk because they can, the wise on the other hand, choose their words carefully.” Words matter and how we communicate with one another can be just as important as what we say to one another.


There are no easy solutions for the social issues permeating our society but we as citizens can take more personal responsibility for the negative issues surrounding us. We can empower ourselves and others by voting in this upcoming election. We can also accomplish the needed changes in our society through education, volunteerism, and involving ourselves in outreach and community-based programs. Putting ourselves in the service of others not only helps our community but it also enhances our well-being.


Always with love
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On Trek

By Judith Kroll

Loving Life, Loving Self

In this world of so many different paths to take, different people to meet, different circumstances to face, both good and bad, we often blame ourselves too much. It is normal to do but do we ever Love ourselves for things that happen, BOTH good and bad?


Probably not. I didn't . Until one day I decided to quit judging others...and myself. That is a hard one, not judging self.


The old saying shoulda woulda coulda pops up. Always blaming myself.


If mother natures drops a storm, I would find an excuse to blame myself if something happened.


I have a dear friend who passed over, but still lives within my soul. She was loving, and kind, and always had words of wisdom.


I was helping her with dishes at her house and I dropped and broke a glass. "Oh I am so sorry.. I am clumsy ," and other things.


She said, "Stop. If I was at your house and broke a glass, or anything, what would you say to me?"


I said, "I would say, 'It is ok, just a glass, no problem, it is all good.'"


She said, " 'exactly' and why not say the same thing for yourself? "


That is how we need to love self. Life is here to BE. We are here to BE. We must treat ourselves with love, because we matter too. We do it for others, we need to learn to do it for ourselves. Forgive yourself, as you forgive others. We all matter.
Love, Judith


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Tiny Miracle

By Mary E. Adair

Tiny fist near tiny eye,
The softest sound of breathing,
Tiny mouth moves in a sigh,
As puff of air is leaving.
Mother gazes thoughtfully,
As husband stands nearby,
Humble setting holds the three
With barely space to lie.
Tiny Babe will change the world,
Mother senses as she rests,
Husband stands in cloak tight-furled...
Someone comes, are they foe, or guests?
On bended knee, in robes well-worn,
Shepherds praise the precious Child.
They've been told that this Newborn
Is the King they've longed for quite a while.
Others arrive in more costly garb,
With royal gifts for Royalty...
These earthly Kings have traveled far,
Star-guided, this Babe to see.
Mary pondered, when she saw wisemen kneel,
Just how much He will see in His life.
Reality must have seemed unreal
To the husband watching Child and wife.
Blessed moment in time, through time undimmed,
As angels sang, 'neath Bethlehem's sky,
Many came to the stable to worship Him,
None knowing or suspecting how He'd die.

Born Christ for all who would believe,
Born helpless, and gentle, and mild.
Tiny heart would soon enough grow to grieve
For those lost to the message of the Child.
For those who would not believe the birth
Of the King, to a virginal Mother;
For those who preferred things of the earth,
To preparing their life for another.
Another life that would not end in death...
Miraculous...so hard to accept, for some...
That the soul that can leave within a breath,
Can arrive in Heaven before the next one.
Passage guaranteed by belief in that birth,
And belief that He died to save us from sin,
Defeated Death, and arose to walk on the earth,
And makes heavenly promises now to all men.
Telling death is nothing but a gateway to life
In Heaven, if His Words are heeded,
A transition to Glory from sin and strife...
A believing heart is all that is needed.
Telling us how to go spread His Word
About His birth, His life, and victory over death.
Was this all in the thoughts which Mary heard,
Pondered in her heart, as she counted each breath,
And watched tiny fist touch tiny eye
Of the Child she held to her breast,
Heard tiny lips breathe that sigh...
Did she know she was truly blessed?

©1999 Mary E. Adair
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Felines In A Cancer Hospital

 

By Bud Lemire

We are the felines, in a Cancer Hospital
We'll run for help, if we hear you fall
We lay by your side, in your bed
We listen, to every word you said

They train us professionally, to do all sorts of things
Some patients say, they're sure we have wings
They even have a place, where we can interact
It releases all of our stress, as a matter of fact

When you have nasty tests, when they are done
There are so many in pain, it keeps us on the run
It gets confusing, on where we should be
So many are hurting, we're running to see

We're empathic, to all the pain you're going through
We'll give you comfort, we know exactly what to do
We'll follow you out, when you walk in the hall
We'll be on hand, in case you should fall

We're trained to be the best, and we'll do our very best
We are ready to be by your side, after every test
Did you see that spirit, I know what I saw
Coming to comfort a patient, I'm so in awe

©Nov 10, 2024 Bud Lemire

                        Author Note:

Cats are trained to help in so many ways in
the Cancer Hospitals and many other Hospitals.
They comfort and prolong lives everywhere.
They're trained to do their very best, and they do.
They're a must for hospitals that can afford them.


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Attitude

 

By Walt Perryman

This is about how we live our life.
As we go through pain and strife.

We can be happy or we can be sad,
When life is good or when it is bad.

We can be nice or we can be rude,
It all depends on our attitude.

©5/24/12 Walt Perryman


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Geography

By Bruce Clifford

I can blame this on geography.
Still, I never knew you stayed so close to me.
Although you have been so far away.
With me all our memories remain.
I’m so insecure.
Can’t get up from this floor.

Can’t get up from this floor.
My heart couldn’t take anymore.
I can’t blame this on you.
I can’t blame it on me.
I can once and for all blame this on geography.

Time marches on.
Memories could fade.
Then I stumbled upon thoughts from yesterday.

Lost pictures in my mind.
A relapse of a forgotten piece of time.
All those dreams I could never erase.
They bring me back to this sacred place.
I can’t blame this on you.
I can’t blame it on me.
I can once and for all blame this on geography.

© 11/27/2024 Bruce Clifford


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Christmas Eve

By Walt Perryman

It's Christmas Eve and all throughout Texas,
Everyone’s talking on cell phones and sending texts.
Instead of visiting someone to talk and celebrate,
We use our cell phones and Facebook to communicate.
We send Christmas cards to our address book,
Even if we know they probably won’t even look.
Santa no longer needs any reindeer or a sleigh,
All he has to do now days is to log-on to E-bay.
I wonder if at Christmas, Jesus has a tear in his eye,
The way we celebrate Christmas but forgotten why?
So, I am going to kneel down beside my bed,
And instead of logging on, say this prayer instead.
“Jesus, please forgive me for celebrating like I do,
And help me remember that Christmas is for YOU.”
Amen

©2020 Walt Perryman
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My MP3 Player

 

By Bud Lemire

On my MP3 Player, I have tons of songs I listen to
That I came to have, all my lifetime through
From the 40's, all the way to this year
Each one, to me, is so very dear

This one is a bluetooth, no wires needed to hear
My speaker is perfect, the tunes are loud and clear
I listen day and night
In darkness and in light

I play it on random, it plays them for me
It's a “Me Made” radio station, and it's the DJ
I hand-picked the songs to play
Everything is always done my way

Over 4,000 songs I can listen to
Believe me, I will and I do
From the Andrew Sisters, to the Plain White T's
I just started listening, and I'm still on the B's

It'll take me forever, to get through
I have time, so that's what I will do
This little player, which takes a mini SD Card
Is so easy to enjoy, I'm glad it's not that hard

©Nov 8, 2024 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

I have tons of music I've collected in my lifetime.
I had my music on my phone with a MP3 Player.
Thing is, all the other things would interrupt my
music, so I decided to try the MP3 Player again.
This one has a 128 GB mini SD card, which holds
4 times as much as my phone one held. In fact I
am still working on filling it up. The only problem
is, the player sorts them in different places. So I
need to search for them. Otherwise, I really enjoy it.


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Before the Fall

By Bruce Clifford

The stress of it all.
A rise and a fall.
Not sure if I can recall.
Feeling less than a foot tall.
Less than a foot tall.

Taller than a small one.
Never carried a handgun.
Not sure if I’m the only one.
Don’t know If I belong.

The facts of it all.
Not having a ball.
Not sure if you can recall. Are you missing the call?
Are you forgetting I once called?

I called you, but your brother would not let you speak to me.
I called you, but to me this is not ancient history.
Was just yesterday when I was alone and afraid.
Was not as long ago as one might think.
But life goes on in a blink.

The stress of it all.
From the time we were small.
At the park we felt so tall.
I kissed you twice before the fall.
Before the fall.

© 11/5/2024 Bruce Clifford


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As I Get Older

 

By Walt Perryman

As I get older, I think about life a lot more,
Sometimes, I wonder what I am here for.

God made the Galaxies way out in space,
Yet, he knows every wrinkle in my face.

He knows ever grain of sand on the ground,
Our God knows all and he sure gets around.

But, for me, the most amazing thing would be,
Is that our great almighty God has time for me.

© July 2021 Walt Perryman


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The Light Beyond Book Shop

 

By Bud Lemire

We sell Heavenly books and so much more
You'll feel enlightened, when you walk in the door
Just as you walk in, there's a big sign on the wall
Saying “Welcome to Beyond, We Send Love And Light To All”

The books all placed neatly, seemed to be aglow
The shop seemed alive with lights, getting brighter as you go
Not too bright to see, but it touched your very soul
What they didn't realize was, that feeling inside, was their goal

The old shopkeeper, gray hair and balding head
Sat at a desk writing, that's where they were led
He looked up and smiled, his smile was so kind
He asked them if there was anything, he could help them find

They weren't even sure, what they were looking for
In fact, they felt it was a dream, that led them to this door
It was a feeling, a knowing, something that felt so right
That led them to this bookshop, that was shining so bright

They found a book that seemed to shine, it was the right kind
All about “The Afterlife,” which resonated completely to their mind
They knew life went on after we die, because they talked to those Passed
They live on in what you call Heaven, even when their Earth bodies don't last

©Oct 3, 2024 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

For the believers, we already know that those who are gone from this world
live on in the Spirit World, and we shall join them one day when our time comes.
For those who are unsure, believe me, they come around to check on you, because
their love for you is so strong, nothing can keep them apart.
Those who don't believe, you'll find out when you pass. I won't even try to
convince you, when the time is right, you will know, and be very surprised.
Love & Light To All


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Fallen Remains


By Bruce Clifford

She wore an idol around her neck.
She talked about a missing speck.
He was so tall, above the sky.
He kissed her once, that was goodbye.

He tried and he tried to make it right.
He lost his best friend who was now out of sight.
She never looked back after the fall.
She never took the time to answer his call.

Life went on, though it’s good times and pain.
Now all that is left are the fallen remains.

She gave him a picture many years ago.
He threw it away when he was finally able to let go.
She came back around, it had to be fate.
He tried to reach out but must have been too late.

Life went on, though it’s good times and pain.
Now all that is left are the fallen remains.

© 11/21/2024 Bruce Clifford


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Minds

 

By John I. Blair

Minds need exercise,
Like legs and arms,
Not left to tend themselves.

Neglected day to day
In lonely skulls,
Minds waste away,

Come to harm,
Wander in darkness,
Go numb, forlorn.

Give your mind aught to do,
To ponder and to play with,
Explore like unfamiliar maps.

Be the newborn goose
That greets a new world
Every morning, seeking more.

Let life become adventure
Without end, not even
When you cross the final door.

©2024, John I. Blair 10/3/2024


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The Look

 

By Walt Perryman

Have you ever noticed the look in a true Christian's eye?
And the contented look of someone that will not tell a lie.

Somehow, their eyes can tell you the person has a true heart,
And you want that same look, but don’t know where to start?

I believe a true Christians soul can be read like a book,
And that I want more than anything to have that look.

I believe Christians can spread Gods word by what they do,
So, the old saying, actions speak louder than words, is true.

Have you ever searched your heart and soul for this treasure?
Knowing if you find it, it is something only God can measure.

I donot know about you, but I know I want that Christian look,
And I the map to a true heart can be found in the good book.

I know right now I may not have a Christian look in my eye,
But I am searching for it, and I pray you’ll see it before I die.

© 7/27/21 Walt Perryman


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Hope in A Dark World

 


By Bud Lemire

In a world which may seem dark
Be the one that is the spark
Shine like a star, on top of the Christmas Tree
Always try your best, in all things you will be

You can endure, and you will win
Even when your world will spin
Look deep inside, what do you like to do?
Get involved, in all things that feel true

Hope in a world, when things get turned around
Light in a world, where darkness is always found
Together with many, going through the exact same thing
Together in harmony, it's the same song that we sing

Keep yourself busy, so that the time will fly
No need to feel sorrow, no need for you to cry
I stick to nature, the wonders of life to be treasured and seen
The beauty of the Spring time, when colors turn to green

I listen to music, at every chance
I feel it, sometimes I'll even dance
Life is too short, to be lost and alone in the dark
Let hope in a dark world, be the brightest spark


©Nov 27, 2024 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

With these changing times, many are feeling the darkness more.
Where there is darkness, there is light. Always seek to find that
light, and bask in it. Whether it be a Christmas Tree light, or a
light coming from outside your window on a dark night. Let it
be the sunshine, shining on a beautiful blue sky. You are not
alone. Many are in that very same darkness, and sometimes
we can come together, and be each others light. Life will
go on, and these dark times will gradually turn to gray,
and then back to brighter days for everyone.


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Puddle People

By Bruce Clifford

I get lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people of all different lines.
Standing on roadmaps and buried in time.
Is there a way out of this?
Can we ever get over it?
Puddle people in all different paths of time.

Do we have to explain?
Standing In the rain.
Or are we lost in the breeze?
It was once just you and me.

Puddle people of all different walks of life.
Waiting in motion for a hurricane to arrive.
Is there a way of this?
Will we find a place we can’t resist?
Puddle people in all different phases of life.

Do we have to explain?
Standing in the rain.
Or are we drifting at sea?
It was once just you and me.

Puddle people, lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people, no knowing the cost.
Puddle people, a new path defined.
Puddle people are lost in the line.

I get lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people of all different lines.
Standing on roadmaps and buried in time.
Is there a way out of this?
Can we ever get over it?
Puddle people in all different paths of time.

© 10/8/2024 Bruce Clifford


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