Saturday, February 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

February 2025

"While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation.
Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch."
–Patience Strong


We have enjoyed working on this issue which like February itself, is a bit abbreviated. That doesn't mean less interesting, only more compact - like distilling liquid delivers the true essence. And this month begins Volume 28 online.


We needed a calming period after the weather, in a capricious mood, skipped past our desert area and confounded our Texas Gulf areas along with a few other southern states that hadn't had snow in nearly 30 years (if ever) and piled eight inches, more or less, upon them. More convenient in a way as it had less mileage to cover as it melted and drained toward the coastlines. We had frigid dry below-freezing temps without precipitation. Now February has plans to treat us to the high 70s in its first week. Diversity has its proof in such circumstances.


Check out "Mike's Place" the column by Mike Craner, who makes a discerning but gentle spokesperson for many older citizens. Being a father of a few of the younger generation offers unique insight.


Marilyn Carnell's "Sifoddling Along" column, surprised this editor, but she explains it. Thomas F. O'Neill uses his former experiences while teaching school in China to form his current observations shared in his column "Introspective."


Mattie Lennon's column "Irish Eyes" sounds like it will be frightening from his title, but all is well. Pauline Evanosky's column "Woo Woo" explains that her conversations with the deceased are most often begun by them. Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" addresses decisions chosen when necessary to controlling your life.


"Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour has an update on the further findings and upcoming decision in the Gilgo case that has made investigative strides in new uses of DNA. "Cooking with Rod's Family" presents his and Melinda Cohenour's Granddaughter-in-Love Prisca with her "White Chicken Chili" recipe this issue.


John I. Blair's new poem this month, "Spider" is so descriptive one feels they are calmly viewing it with him. One of his poems composed in 2003, "Friendship" appears as an encore. Walt Perryman's poems are "Watching TV or Not!!!", "At Least Try," "Just Rambling This January Morning," and "There is More to Talking than Words." Bud Lemire's poems are "Don't Need Money And Power," "Why Change Anything?" and "Mary, A Good Friend." Bruce Clifford's two poems for us are "Sleepy Old Town" and "We've Always Wanted More." Yours truly has a new poem to share titled "Phases."


As always we continue to rely on our co-founder and webmaster Mike Craner as he is the one we trust for our status quo. Thank you, Mike, for all you accomplish. I shall continue to place our confidence in you as we have in the past.


See you in March!


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Mike's Place

 

By Michael L. Craner

Yep.


We of the older generations that you of the younger generations that incorrectly label anyone born in the last century as "boomers" can be a bit surly, to your eyes even be backwards thinking, rigid, and disdainful of you.


That's fair.


We largely felt the same of those before us and we were also rude, crude, and uncaring at times. For the most part we grew out of it and came to understand what our parents and grandparents meant and came to respect that. Most of you will too in time, which is why most of us don't complain about you nearly as much as we'd like to.


When most of your Hollywood and music heroes have passed on, and you've buried a few friends and maybe even raised a child or two, you'll understand. You still may not agree with us, at least in some things... but you'll come to understand as we have... that we're all just trying to do the best we can.


Be kind, rewind.


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Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

FUTURE RESEARCH PLANNED

Our household has been affected by the flu. School districts closed or, where staff has not been decimated by flu, will offer remote schooling.

Updates on the Gilgo Beach Serial Murderer

Court date held January 19. Subjects under discussion and consideration were a Defense motion to sever the multiple murder cases brought against Rex Andrew Heuermann; and an expected challenge to the new DNA tests utilized to connect the victims' remains to Heuermann. This is referred to as a Frye challenge. Every new type DNA or other scientific forensic test is subject to this challenge.


New DNA testing submitted for our step grandson.
Test has just been received per notice from Ancestry. Expected six week wait to begin receiving results.

This should be interesting. Shaun's mother was married to my son John when Shaun was just a toddler. I have been in contact with Shaun's bio dad's sister. She informed me several of her siblings have tested as well.


More next month as your author recovers from the flu and results are received.


See you here next month. (Cough cough cough, sniffle, sniffle. )


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Introspective

 


By Thomas F. O'Neill

I like writing about China because I have lived there for approximately 14 years, and it still appears China is ushering in an era of emerging technologies. I say this because a company in China (WinSun) uses giant 3D printers to make full-size, detached, single-story homes.

This 3D printing technology is a small evolutionary step from spraying toner on paper to putting down layers of something more substantial (such as plastic resin) until the layers add up to an object. And yet, by enabling a machine to produce objects of any shape on the spot and as needed, 3-D printing is ushering in a new era.

The Chinese private firm WinSun boasts they can produce 10 full-sized homes in 24 hours. They have been using four giant 3D printers to spray a mixture of cement and construction waste to build the walls and floors, layer by layer, quickly and more efficiently than any typical manual laborer. The homes can also be produced for under $5,000 due to the printing process.

However, this new technology does have its critics, and they fear that as it advances. The construction industries relying solely on manual laborers to complete their construction contracts may be adversely affected.

For instance, WinSun, as I mentioned, boasts that it can print buildings using any digital design its customers bring. The buildings can be manufactured fast and much more cheaply than manual laborers can produce. Soon, skyscrapers may be built using the same process, and as this technology becomes more readily available, many construction workers may find themselves out of jobs.

The 3D printing methods are also being used in much more creative ways. In America, for instance, a company used the printing process for a handgun. Other manufacturers and designers have used 3D printers to make jewelry, furniture, specialized machine tools, and industrial components.

It has been said that the Chinese government's interventions have been pro-producers at every turn, favoring the growth of their country’s manufacturers over its consumers' purchasing power and living standards. But as 3D printing advances and products become cheaper to produce the consumers in China will greatly benefit from the cheaply manufactured goods. They certainly won’t be losers in the new era; China will always have its domestic market, and its domestic market is huge.

Not all products lend themselves to 3-D printing, though, so the Chinese will not have to immediately give up on being the mass-manufacturing powerhouse of the world. But eventually, as 3D printing takes hold globally, the factories that have made China the workshop of the world will lose much of their force. Goods will be infinitely more customized because altering them won’t require retooling, only tweaking the instructions in the software. Creativity in meeting individuals’ needs will come to the fore as well.

This will force many Chinese manufacturers to focus more on their localized consumers and make products specifically to fulfill individualized consumer needs. As applications of the technology expand and prices drop, goods will be manufactured at or close to their point of purchase or consumption. This will have wide-ranging effects throughout the world.

The overall impact 3D printing will have on the future of manufacturing in China and abroad will undoubtedly be revealed very soon.

Always with love
Thomas F O'Neill

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Cooking with Rod's Family

 


By Melinda Cohenour


Prisca Bradshaw is my Granddaughter-in-Love. She's been family almost 20 years now. I felt like God sent her to us the first time she walked into view.

She has gifted us with two fabulous great-grandsons, Tristan and Christian. Precious boys about 12 years apart. They are strongly connected. Christian really looks up to his big brother and Tristan adores his baby brother.

When Prisca first came into our family she didn't really know how to cook. After enjoying various dishes originated by Pop or myself, she approached us with a special arrangement. We were working long hours at that time, she was already helping keep our home clean and tidy as well as being a loving caretaker and companion to my Mother who was already pretty advanced with Alzheimer's. She suggested she be our chief cook and bottle washer BUT WOULD NEED TRAINING if we were willing. We absolutely were agreeable.

She developed wonderful cooking skills. This is one of her delicious dishes.
Bon appetit ~!

Prisca's White Chicken Chili

Ingredients:

    1. Chicken breast (3lb) (Chop chicken breast, place in broiling pan, cook in oven until tender) While it cooks, in large pot add:
    2. Chicken bone broth (2 large cartons )
    3. Cilantro (2 bunches chop one set aside one)
    4. Mexicorn ( 1 can drained)
    5. Rotel tomatoes ( 1 can )
    6. Diced Tomatoes with Basil ( 1 can drained)
    7. Large purple Onion( chop, yellow or white onion pairs nicely as well)
    8. Cannellini beans (6 cans drain half of the cans)
    9. Great northern beans (6 cans drain half)
    10. White Chicken seasoning ( 3 packages McCormick is the best)
    11. Salt (to taste)
    12. Pepper (taste)
    13. Dash Worcestershire sauce to add in large pot with the oven cooked, chopped chicken
    14. Sharp cheddar cheese ( shredded for the top with cut cilantro as garnish)
    15. Tortilla chips ( for dipping and crunch)

Instructions:

    Chop chicken breast place in broiling pan cook in oven until tender, place in large pot with other ingredients, for maximum flavoring use pan drippings heat to a low boil, reduce to low and let stew for about 30-45 minutes
    My family enjoys the cheese, cilantro and sliced jalapeños on ours but you can add other toppings as well or just enjoy as is.


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Irish Eyes


By Mattie Lennon

On Duty And “It’s About Life, Death And A Packet Of Digestives.”

I did a small bit of amateur acting many decades ago but I don’t have any talents required by a thespian . . . except, I have the ability to belch to order. Why am I telling you this? Well, Hollywood didn’t call or even Dunlavin. But when Wiggleywoo film company was starting production on its first animated feature film, Tea with the Dead, the director, animator, designer and script-writer, Gary Gill tracked me down and asked me to do the voice of one of the characters; not because I have a rough, regional accent but because one of the characters, as written by Gary, is required to belch. In the film Frank Finnegan is a Funeral director/embalmer in the village of Ballyconneely, Connemara but his practice is not run of the mill. No. After he has disinfected, embalmed, washed and dressed the dead he has another unusual mission. He makes them a cup of tea and then brings them back to life. They talk and laugh over tea and biscuits, and basically tell their life story before Frank coffins them and sends them on their way. There are some interesting and amusing incidents before they reach the cemetery.


This film is a spin-off of a short award-winning film of the same name that the company made in 2014. It was broadcast on TG4 and won best animation at festivals in Raindance and Rhode Island and was screened at festivals around the world.


Tea with the Dead is essentially Irish but its characters, its storytelling, its location and its language has a universal theme. Gary told me, “The short hit a chord with our audiences all over the world, people cried, people laughed and people loved it. “


The ‘corpses” that Frank speaks to in the feature film all have sad stories but there is an uplifting joyous ending. When the multi-talented Gary was asked by an interviewer what this film is all about his reply was a masterclass in brevity, “It’s about life, death and a packet of digestives.” In fact it is a charming story that takes the viewer through the five stages of grief with the main character Frank Finnegan, voiced by Colm Meaney, “interviewing” the dead characters.


Watch out for Tea with the Dead. It is quintessentially an Irish film but its characters, its storytelling, its location and its language has a universal theme of grief and love. And you may pick up a trick or too on how to interview a corpse.

* * * * *

ON DUTY.


There has been no scarcity of literary figures in An Garda Siocháná, from various ranks. Muiris O’ Suilleabhain, Dick Farrelly, Tony Guiran and John Duggan to mention but a few. However, On Duty is the first memoir by a retired Assistant Commissioner. This work is basically the life story of John O’ Driscoll, Retired Assistant Commissioner.


It is a very well-written account of this dynamic man’s rise in the ranks from his first day in Templemore Training College on 30th June 1981 to his retirement as an Assistant Commissioner on 28th June 2022.


John O’ Driscoll brings the reader through his days on the beat, gravel crunching, and making inroads into a solution to the heroin epidemic in Dublin’s inner when stationed in Store Street Station to standing, on 15th May 2022, attired in the uniform of Assistant Commissioner, An Garda Siocháná, on the National Mall in Washington DC, preparing to mark the lives and deaths of those who had died on Duty. From the day he joined he saw room for reform and without naming “the heavy-gang” he made it clear that a change in the rules of interrogation was necessary. He was quick to notice that at the time he joined most convictions were the result of confessions.


From being at the wrong end of a sawn-off shotgun and using an unorthodox method the recover a stolen Walkie-Talkie an account of his career is given in minute detail.


He began the Assistant Commissioner role during the deadly gang feud between rival drug cartels in Dublin in 2016 and lead operations against groups in Ireland during the final years of his service as Assistant Commissioner for Special Crime Operations


John died suddenly on 27th September 2024, just one month before the publication of this book.


Garda Commission Drew Harris described John as, “An outstanding member of An Garda Síochána. Throughout his 41 years of stellar service, John worked tirelessly to protect the most vulnerable in society and was a great advocate for the power of sport, particularly boxing, in helping and supporting children from deprived areas.. ."


Minister for Justice Helen McEntee said she was, “very sad and shocked” at the loss and went on to describe him as a “man who manifested integrity and decency, completely dedicated to public service and to serving the State to the very best of his considerable ability. Throughout his career he mentored scores of Gardaí, built strong teams, and played a leading role in devising and implementing An Garda Síochána’s partnership with international law enforcement in tackling the scourge of organised crime groups,”


Taoiseach Simon Harris said “John was a distinguished member of An Garda Síochána who served the force with such integrity”.


In a statement Harris said: “Throughout his 41 years of stellar service, John worked tirelessly to protect the most vulnerable in society and was a great advocate for the power of sport, particularly boxing, in helping and supporting children from deprived areas.”


In recent years, he was to the forefront in Garda successes against organised crime. This work helped save lives and protect communities from the scourge of drugs.


This work is full of acronyms but the author had the foresight to include a glossary. I for one wouldn’t have guessed that OFAC meant Office of Foreign Assets Control or that an ESDA was an electrostatic detection apparatus.


And John O’ Driscoll had wonderful turn of phrase, so the book is loadable with quotable lines. When describing his formula for dealing with international criminal organisations he says, "Anything can be unravelled if you pick at the right threads.”


On Duty is published by Gill Books is an education in the workings of the Irish police and covers ground that not one Garda, before O’ Driscoll, even touched on. In the words of Conor Brady former editor of The Irish Times it is, “Quite without precedent.”

WANT TO TWIN?


My native village/townland of Lacken in west Wicklow has a school, a pub, a church and a community centre and a population of 200. If the powers that be in any similar place in the USA would like to twin with Lacken please let me know.


See you in March.


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Woo Woo


By Pauline Evanosky

Splitting Hairs


I realized something this morning. People don’t always know what a channel is. That is why I began to refer to myself as a psychic channel many years ago. Although, that has never felt completely right to me either. I suppose it would be truthful to admit that I sometimes get nudges out of who knows where about things. But I cannot market that particular talent. It’s just not reliable and I can’t pull it out of a hat.


Mostly, I receive psychic hits these days. Like when my husband is going to telephone or when he is walking up the steps to our house. However, that could just be our long association as we’ve been married for 48 years.


I’m not the person who will know when an airliner or a train is going to crash. Sometimes, I get a sense of disaster, though the last time was in terms of political machinations. That, too, might have only been an overactive imagination. Who knows? Time will tell, I suppose.


It has never worked with the lottery, which I would think a psychic should be able to do. Somewhere I read Edgar Casey got himself banned from the tables in a gambling casino, but I cannot now find evidence of that fact on the internet. It’s just something I knew a long time ago. If you want to hear a channeling funny Edgar just told me gambling is the Devil’s work.


I have never felt a bit psychic because it is as natural as breathing. Yes, I will sometimes get a psychic hit about somebody I’ve met, but it’s never anything that has proven to be a game-changer. I’ve met people who make me uneasy and I will avoid any more contact with them. I’m sure not going to go to someone and say, “Hey, I think you’re a dangerous person. Am I correct?” In fact, everybody does that.


I have to confess going into great detail about what a psychic channel does is harder than just saying I talk to dead people. Also, animals and sometimes plants, but I am not the one who will usually instigate such conversations. Although I do not now give readings, people will approach me and want to hear from their relatives and loved ones who have passed. I cannot summon these folks to come talk to me. I have to just wait to see if they are there. If there are any messages, I will relay what is said.


Which brings me to why I feel uneasy when I say I talk to the dead. I do if they are there to talk to. Can you imagine how many people have passed over the eons? And, talking to Mark Twain in Heaven is likely not the same entity who now walks upon the earth if he is reincarnated.


I asked my spirit guide about that and was told that you can have simultaneous lives, the soul that is you can be thought of as your higher self. Meanwhile, that higher self knows which personality the person on earth wants to talk to. So, yes, I have spoken with Mark Twain occasionally. Is he alive now? Maybe. Probably. It was a massive puzzle for me for a time. Now, I am at peace with it. If they will talk to me I will talk to them. But, I haven’t been so much the approacher as I am the approchee. I think I will begin saying now that the dead talk to me. It’s a fine distinction, but I think it is more honest.


In the articles I write both here and in other places, Spirit does come to chat. If it is appropriate, I will include their comments, which, at times, are funny. Other times, they are just thought-provoking. It took me time to gain harmony with the peanut gallery I once called them. But, now, they have acceded to my simple requests that not everybody talks at once. That used to get complicated.


In the first year, when I learned how to channel after the peanut gallery had become rambunctious and noisy as anything, I only decided to talk to my guide, Seth. After about a year I began slowly to speak to other entities. I remember Amedeaus Mozart was one of the first entities I talked to. This also opened up other possibilities as I learned folk on the other side were willing to help me learn things.


So, from now on, I will say the dead speak to me rather than the other way around. I know it’s splitting hairs, but it feels right.


Thanks for reading. You can find more of my writing on Medium.com. I published a book years ago with channeled advice available at LuLu.com, and I plan to begin writing books this year that will be sold on Amazon.


Never quit believing in magic. It is real.
Pauline Evanosky


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Sifoddling Along

 


By Marilyn Carnell

A New Stage of Life

The time has come for me to give up some of my independence and move to an apartment in a “Senior Living” location. I have been on waiting lists at a couple of places I was considering for about 18 months, but larger apartments are scarce, so I thought I had more time.


I will be moving to a Presbyterian facility, Beacon Hill, in Minnetonka, MN on February 11. The apartment has two bedrooms and a large “dining room” that I plan to use for my office. It is on the southwest corner of the building on the 4th floor. There are lots of windows so it is bright and airy.


To simplify the move, I have hired a special moving company, Rose’s Daughters to move me and set up the new place. They pack and unpack everything just they way I want it. so I will feel “at home” right away. There are lots of activities including a writing group, exercise classes and meals if I want. It has a complete kitchen, 2 bedrooms, 2 baths (one shower, one tub), and a washer & dryer in the apartment.


Minnetonka abuts Hopkins, so I will be near my family. I plan on keeping my car while I still feel safe driving and there is a heated, underground garage for that.


This is a big step for me, but I am advised that it is important to make the move while I am still active and can socialize. I hope I can publish some photos in the future and report on how things are working out. A benefit is that I already know two of the residents, and they will help me get oriented.


I understand if I put a birdfeeder in the window, I can also attract flying squirrels. That should be interesting. I can write a critter report.


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On Trek



By Judith Kroll

How Far Can We Bend?

We are all extremely strong. Because we can bend we seem to take everything farther than we probably should. Life is riddled with problems that come in droves it seems, I know we all understand this. We bend to try and make things work, but we reach the breaking point, and we say, "enough". Many times we see that the problem isn't always us, it is other people who are bending us, trying to mold us to do things their way.


Family, friends, Religious leaders, Work relationships etc. all tugging and pulling us at once. And we still bend. When do we end the bend?


It will probably never end, but we become more elastic, and stretch farther. When we are in control of ourselves, then we can choose when to bend, or not budge.


Saying No is hard to do, but it is necessary. Like a child, they need protected, they need to hear the NO's and why it is a NO. For their safety, and for our peace of mind.


But when someone is using us beyond normal, we have to learn to say Enough. We set our own boundaries.


Some folks would push us till we broke.


Love is always a factor. If we love someone we won't bend them, we would help them. But remember, we all have limits.


Think of solutions using Love and not hate. Saying no is love for ourselves too. Then later we can help when we are ready, if it is not toxic. Toxic people are hurtful to the soul. Some never stop till we say stop.


Love yourself first, it truly is important.
Judith


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Phases

 

By Mary E. Adair

Life evolves in many phases
Which can involve many places
Some are quiet, a pure delight
With peacefulness both day and night

Yet others become exciting places
Like fast horse or faster car races
All are needed to round out one's being
As memories record whatever you're seeing

Whether serene or ferociously wild
You remember it all since being a child
Sometimes you recall what makes you weep
Yet some are just boring you into sleep

Each phase has a purpose, clear or not,
It just shows you how far you've got
Gaining in knowledge, if not in wealth,
The important lesson: Protect your health.

One can spend little time or endless days
Living through just one intriguing phase
Keep up the viewing--each phase has worth
As long as you're dwelling on this earth.

© Jan 30, 2025 Mary E. Adair


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At Least Try!

 

By Walt Perryman

Just try to do the right thing, night and day,
Someone might notice and be the same way.

Try to set a good example for someone to see,
There’s some that’s never seen how it should be.

Parking your shopping cart isn’t much to do.
But if anyone notices, maybe they will too!

You will never be a perfect woman or man,
Just try to do what’s right whenever you can.

You might be surprised who is watching you,
Maybe someone will see, how they should do.

An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay,
Don’t forget to thank the good Lord, every day!
PS. God and you will know you are trying.

©Jan 16, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Why Change Anything

 

By Bud Lemire

God made people, to be as beautiful as they are
So many are much more beautiful, by far
You don't need botox in your lips, no way
It just makes you look like a freak, every day

You don't need to change anything, why get a tattoo
The body is much better looking, remaining the true you
Don't need to shave the eyebrows, I like how they look
If you can't paint very well, it makes you look like a kook

I'm into natural, just be as you're meant to be
Don't you see your own beauty, that is what I see
You don't need to change anything, for me
The beauty I behold in you, makes it the key

The body is perfect, accepting it is what you should do
You can't always undo your choices, once you go through
I go for personality, you don't need to change a thing
Let your character shine, that will give you a zing

Personality, and having a loving heart
Now that to me, is a work of art
Be happy and content, with how you were made
Don't change anything, you don't need an upgrade

©Jan 7, 2025 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

After seeing some people with too much botox in their lips,
it had me thinking. So many people are concerned about
their looks, and trying to improve it, when they don't need to.
If only they could see the beauty they have, without changes.
That beauty that is the soul, that is shown in their personality.


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There is More to Talking than Words

 

By Walt Perryman

When you speak, it’s the tone of your voice,
It can do good, or harm and it is your choice.

I believe the tone in your voice is powerful.
It can make someone feel good or terrible!

Sometimes, your words can not say it alone,
What can make the difference is your tone!

But, it is not just your tone as you will realize,
Your tone must match your heart and eyes!

©Jan 11, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Spider

 

By John I. Blair

As I leaned attentively
Listening to the speaker of the day
Talk about a life that was not frightening,

I noticed on the shiny floor
Beside his foot
A tiny spider
Barely bigger than a bean
But black as soot.

It wandered slow across the wood
Apparently in search of food,
Oblivious to the room so full of humans.

I could not keep myself from wondering
If the spider did not see
That the massive fabric pier
Next to its octuple of eyes

Was in fact a leg
That with a single careless movement
Could squash it flatter than a leaf,
Too fast for grief.

With my cane
I gently nudged the spider,
Hoping to divert its path
Into a safer arc;

But it refused to harken
To my hint and wandered
Farther into jeopardy,
Aiming down the aisle
Between other human legs.

Then fate delivered safety;
Its route brought it to the door
And thence into the nearby kitchen

Where, hopefully,
It found a host of insects
More suitable to greet
Than a size 12 brogan would have been.

©2025 John I. Blair, 1/26/2025


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We've Always Wanted More

By Bruce Clifford

Like my tongue stuck to a frozen flagpole.
My mind is always stuck on you.
It’s not like we ever had a breakthrough.

I never knew what we could do.
What we could have done.

As I said before.
We’ve always wanted more.
Like two bandits in the night.
Figuring out what was always in sight.

Drifting on a silver ray.
Pointed towards the night and day.
Life is all we can explore.
We’ve always wanted more.

Like my heart attached to a string.
My mind is tied up with this dream.
It’s not like we ever had a breakthrough.

I never knew what we could do.
What we could have done.

What have we tried?
All the oceans to explore.
Memories right in front of the door.
We’ve always wanted more.

©1/8/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Don't Need Money And Power

 

By Bud Lemire

I don't need a lot of money, and I don't need any power
Just give me a good book, great music, and a shower
Great friends by my side, satisfies me
I never understood the rich, so I let it be

I've never had a lot of money, and I'm glad to say
I see the things the rich people, will never see any day
I don't need a lot of money, and I certainly don't need power
Nature is my friend, every bird, creature, and every flower

I don't like control, equality is my thing
A sunrise, sunset, and what each day will bring
Just a warm sunny day, at my favorite spot
Something cold to drink, when it's too hot

Too much money and too much power, isn't good for the soul
Why, there's something missing, it's like a deep dark hole
I'm more rich, because I have less
As long as I can get through, any mess

You guessed it, I'm for those who struggle to get by
They're the ones, who know life before they die
I'll admit, I've never been rich, and that's okay
I didn't have a hard life, but I struggled in my own way
Just enough money to get by, I enjoyed the little things
The love in my life, guided me as it pulled on my heartstrings

©Jan 29, 2025 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

The greatest power you'll ever have, is the love you share with
others. The friendship you give and receive from others. The help
you give to those who need it. Either by just visiting with them,
and showing compassion and understanding, or a good deed they
needed help with. You don't need a lot of money, and with all these
qualities, you already have all the power inside, when you have Love.


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Watching TV or Not!!!

 

By Walt Perryman

Here lately Satan has got a hold on me,
My sin was just watching too much TV.

Watching the news can change my life,
If you don’t believe me, just ask my wife.

If I lose the remote, it improves my day.
Because then I seem to find time to pray.

I am not trying to influence any of you,
You can watch too much, if you want to!

But I am not going to watch any TV today,
I’ll ask God to hide the remote when I pray.

©January 2025 Walt Perryman


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Friendship

 


By John I. Blair

If there is dark at your world’s rim
I want to be a point of light,
An anchor in the shifting sand,
A warm spot you can count upon
In this grim, grand human space.
For faith brings no assurance;
Right now, in present time and place,
We also must believe in friends.
So know that I am here for you
If you have need; and there shall be
No deed to merit it, for this I do
To earn my own existence.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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Mary, A Good Friend

 

By Bud Lemire

We first met in the park, when we were five years old
With the same last name, but all would later unfold
Were we related, would we ever know
Time would tell, but first we had to grow

The first LeMire Doctor in Escanaba, died tragically
His parents were a LeMire, and a Pinard, you see
My Grandparents, were a Lemire and Pinard too
Their connection to each other, was unknown to me and you

Over the years, we'd meet now and then
Stop for a chat, and ask “How you've been”
As we got older , it continued this way
Until we came to 2025, and that is today

We did find out, her LeMire lineage comes from Nicolet
If you pronounce the T, you're not French I bet
That's in the distant past, let's move ahead
I don't like seeing Doctors, it's something that I dread

I was pushed by a cousin, and by an Angel that I love
To be checked out for a cough, I was being watched from above
Mary was a distant cousin, but she was also a caring friend
She offered to drive me, until I was on the mend
Thank you Mary, my cousin and my friend
I appreciate your help, now this poem can end.

©Jan 28, 2025 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

Mary, thanks for giving me a hand when I needed it.
I appreciate the three days that you helped me out
when I needed it. Thanks for being a caring friend
and cousin.


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Just Rambling This January Morning

 

By Walt Perryman

When you raise a child in God’s way,
It is a lifetime gift that will always stay.

But with no God, old Satan will move in,
It can be a lifetime gift of misery and sin.

How you’re raised, is often who you’ll be,
Look in the mirror, which one do you see.

However, it's never too late to live God's way,
If you have not done so, then why not today?

©Jan 17, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Sleepy Old Town

By Bruce Clifford

I put the lyrics in a box.
Long ago rested in time.
Often counting her bonds and stocks.
Left with nothing other than trying to survive.

She’s been counting her twilight and beans.
Forever searching, always in need.

I put those memories aside.
Long ago with the loss of pride.
He kicked her hard while she was down.
Breaking her soul in a sleepy old town.

Now she’s high jacking her cosmic ways.
Forever dreaming, always betrayed.

She put a pair of her shoes on the side.
I found them once when it was late at night.
She fought so hard not to make a sound.
Creating spaces in a sleepy old town.

I put a memory in a box.
Long ago frozen in time.
Often counting her scars and space.
Left with a dream of saving grace.

©1/13/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

January 2025





                                                   Mary E. Adair

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“The only limit to our realization of tomorrow
is our doubts of today.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt


We had a lovely trip to the North Texas area late in October for the wedding of a Great-Grandson to his preacher's daughter. We were home by the end of the first week of November to dscover the new dilemma.


Still experiencing difficulty (make that impossibility) when we attempt including pictures. Our webmaster is the one to solve such problems, and will have a solution. Meanwhile not all the pics chosen for publishing are being done. Check out the column by Mike Craner , who becomes a jolly Santa during Christmas season.


Marilyn Carnell talks about refreshing one of her crafting hobbies in January's "Sifoddling Along" column. Thomas F. O'Neill greets everyone in a cheery New Year exuberance in "Introspective."


Mattie Lennon's column "Irish Eyes" as an avid reader-reviewer himself urges that his choices be included with your own. His column "Irish Eyes" expounds on the author of Tales of A Patchwork Life, Brighid McLaughlin. Pauline Evanosky discloses "Aspects of My Psychic Life" in her column "Woo Woo."


Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" repeats her discussion about "waking up" to what is controlling your life. "Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour has a few updates on the use of investigative forensics using DNA. "Cooking with Rod's Family" presents granddaughter Erin's recipes this issue.


John I. Blair's new poem this month, "Sometimes" is a loving, sentimental remembrance of Clara, his late wife. Two of his favorite poems "Looking for Spring" and "Step by Step" appear as encores. Walt Perryman's poems are "Merry Christmas - Tree?", "Christmas Eve in Texas," "'Tis The Day After Christmas," and "Wishing Everyone A Happy New Year." Bud Lemire's poems are "Building a Playlist," "Looking back on The Year," and "Martha & Mike." Bruce Clifford's two poems for us are "Engraved in My Mind" and "Free from This."


As always we continue to rely on our co-founder and webmaster Mike Craner. With this eZine looking forward to the February issue which begins Volume 28 online, he is the one we trust for our status quo. Thank you, Mike, for all you accomplish. I shall continue to place our confidence in him as we have in the past.

See you in February!


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Mike's Place

 


By Michael L. Craner

What does Christmas mean to me? Sharing it with family. Simple and homemade gifts mean the most to me, but even without those just spending it with family is everything.


You see, in the winter of 1993/1994 (last century) I was attached to the United Nations and deployed half a world away to Croatia. I didn't spend it with my family, I didn't spend it with my new family.


I slept in a small section of a tent at the end of an airport runway. Where when the heater worked it drove you out and stank of diesel exhaust, and when it failed (weekly) we froze, during the largest recorded snowfall in modern history for the area. Gunshots fired over camp to commemorate Christmas and New Years rather than safer fireworks.


I missed my first anniversary, first Christmas with my first son, New Years, and his first birthday. I was in a land, doing my job, helping people that really didn't want us there in the first place. I did it because it was my job and I swore an oath.


Now, we did our best to celebrate together, all US military branches. French, Swedes, others, even Russians. Yes, the cold war was suddenly over and we found ourselves shoulder to shoulder, working together. It was a unique and touching time, but it was still away from my familes, so it was also cold, dark, and sad.


I spent a lot of holidays away, and thats why they mean so much to me now. As hard as it can be a times to be with your family, life is too short to not embrace the chances we get to be together. Be the magic, make those memories and cherish the time you have with them because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.


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Armchair Genealogy

 


By Melinda Cohenour

Happy New Year! May 2025 usher in a wonderful year filled with good health, joy, love, inspiration, prosperity and great discoveries.


This past year your author had great plans for family research. Unfortunately, as happens with plans, life often delivers detours, unexpected hazards, and heartbreaking roadblocks. Therefore, this upcoming year requires a new route to embark upon. Some projects will continue to demand attention; some may merely appear and entice our pursuit.

    1. The Gilgo Beach Serial Murderer (otherwise known as LISK, or the Long Island Serial Killer.

    This case first drew my attention more than a decade ago when the evening news announced the discovery on that brushy beach area of human remains described as being bound in burlap, followed immediately thereafter by the discovery of not one but three additional sets of remains very near the first.

    As the story continued to unfold, interested readers faced numerous delays in news reports from investigating police. In the beginning, actually, the police department itself became the news. A seemingly unending litany of corruption, misdirection, criminal activity, ongoing internal investigation and conviction of top officials

    This complication led to the Gilgo Beach murders becoming, in essence, cold cases. It was several years later those cases were brought to the forefront. Old, old case notes and a mountain of evidentiary materials were exposed to fresh eyes and new theories.

    The initial count of victims exposed as a result of thorough searches numbered eleven: Shannan Gilbert, the missing woman whose disappearance first triggered the discovery in the first place; the four women whose remains were first discovered and are known as the Gilgo Beach four; partial remains consisting of four "packaged" sets of body parts resulting from dismemberment (most were skulls, hands, feet, or legs lacking torsos or trunks in most cases); and two puzzling skeletal findings which would later become known as the Asian trans male dressed in women's clothing and a toddler linked through DNA analysis to the partial remains known as Peaches.

    Years have been devoted to identification of the victims whose remains had been strewn along a fairly compact stretch of beach. DNA has been utilized extensively to accomplish that critical starting point.

    In concert with the effort to identify the victims, forensic teams have painstakingly examined the remains, the packaging materials, the burial sites, and the binding materials (belts, duct tape, and so forth) for clues to the identity of their murderer.

    In July of 2023 a long awaited arrest was made. An unlikely perpetrator was encircled by a team of law enforcement officers representing several agencies and departments and taken into custody. Rex Andrew Heuermann, a married man with a biological daughter and a special needs stepson, who owned his own architectural firm located in a prominent area of New York City was quickly subdued. He remains in custody.

    Initially charged with the murders of Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman and ber Costello, he was later charged also with the murder of Maureen Mainard-Barnes.

    Earlier in 2024, new charges for Heuermann were brought for the murders of Jessica Taylor and ... Surprise, surprise ... an as yet unconnected victim named Sandra Castilla whose death occurred in 1993.

    Latest news: In December of 2024, charges were brought in the death of Valerie Mack. This was the victim everyone expected to be named along with Jessica Taylor. Their dismembered torsos were discovered years ago in Manorville New York, Mack in 2000 and Taylor in 2003 and their "missing parts" later discovered on Gilgo Beach. That brings the victim count officially charged to Rex Heuermann to seven, six of whom were tied to Gilgo Beach.

    Shannan Gilbert is not believed to be one of his victims, although the search for her led to the discovery of the additional remains. Six of the victims were discarded on Gilgo Beach. Four sets of remains have not been officially ascribed to Heuermann: Peaches, whose dismembered torso revealed a unique tattoo on one breast of a peach dripping either tears or blood, has not been identified although many (including your author) have unsuccessfully attempted to follow posted DNA family members and name her; second is Peaches' baby girl whose body was found wrapped in a baby blanket with gold jewelry similar to pieces left with her mother's remains; third the Asian male who appears to have identified as female, and fourth Karen Vergara known for years as Fire Island Jane Doe.

    New evidence presented in the latest court documents indicate police have been able to determine there were similarities between the cutting instruments used to dismember Mack and Taylor, as well as the garbage bags containing their remains, the bail application says.

    No court date for trial hasn't as yet been scheduled although it is expected Heuermann will appear for interim hearings.

    2. Five Brick Walls: Research will continue in the effort to locate documentary or genetic proof to identify the individuals who provide the genetic link needed. If found, a column will cover the find. (Fingers crossed!)
    3. Deeper research into newly discovered DNA matches of yours truly. Or, for my grandson and granddaughter-in-love whose DNA test results I manage.
    4. Any groundbreaking discoveries related to DNA processes, methods, procedures, cures, etc.
    5. Whatever may float my boat ...


This column is dear to me because Armchair Genealogy is my passion. Please explore your own. It is unbelievable how CONNECTED you may become to those ancestors who contributed to making you YOU!


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Introspective

 


By Thomas F. O'Neill

Another year is over, and a new one has just begun.


January carries symbolic significance in many spiritual and religious traditions as it marks the beginning of a new year. The spiritual meaning of January often revolves around themes of renewal, new beginnings, and setting intentions for the year ahead. It is a time for reflection, introspection, and spiritual growth.


In various belief systems worldwide, January may be associated with rituals, ceremonies, and practices aimed at letting go of the past, seeking forgiveness, and embracing hope for the future. For example, it is common for individuals to engage in prayer, meditation, or other spiritual activities as a way of aligning themselves with their deeper intentions and aspirations for the coming year.


The symbolism of January often extends to concepts such as rebirth, transformation, and the potential for personal and collective evolution. It is seen as an opportunity to cultivate positive change, deepen one's spiritual connection, and embrace a sense of purpose as the year unfolds.


The spiritual meaning of January can vary widely depending on individual beliefs, traditions, and cultural contexts. Still, it generally represents a time of spiritual significance and an opportunity for inner growth and renewal.


The New Year of 2025 is now upon us, with new hopes and resolutions. It is now out with the old and in with the new; may you be happy the whole year through.


Let this new year be filled not just with warm wishes and new hopes but with joyful hearts.


From my heart to yours, I wish all of you a promising and fulfilling New Year !!!!


Always with love
Thomas F O'Neill

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Cooking with Rod's Family

 By Melinda Cohenour


Well, we've known for years our granddaughter Erin Elaine Bostick is a superb baker. Cakes, cupcakes, pies, muffins, cookies all turn out perfect.


What she is now becoming is a creative cook as well. She's mastered the slow cooker, microwave, air fryer, electric and stovetop skillets. So the basic modern day skills are there. Having been the chief cook for her household the last few years, she is now branching out into creating or modifying recipes to delight her guests or family.


These two recipes absolutely delighted ME, her adoring grandmother. And Pop would have loved both the soup and the cornbread. (Loyal readers may remember he delivered a column focused on variations of cornbread a few years ago. Miss him, I do!)


Try both recipes in concert. I'm sure you'll love them,


Bon appetit~!

Erin's Potato Paradise Soup

Ingredients:

    * 2 jumbo baking potatoes, cubed and boiled
    * 6 large Russet potatoes, cubed and boiled
    * 1 cup celery, diced
    * 2 cans 14 oz Cream of Chicken soup
    * 2 cans 14 oz Cream of Mushroom soup
    * 1 cup green onion, bulb and green, diced
    * 2 cans 14 oz whole kernel corn, drained
    * 1 bag (about 1 oz) bacon bits
    * 1/4 brick Velveeta cheese, cubed


Instructions:

    1. Cube potatoes and add to medium saucepan. Cover with water, bring to a boil, lower temperature and simmer until tender. Add potatoes and water to a large stew pot.
    2. Add all 4 cans of soup, rinse to use all the soup with about half a can of water in each.
    3. In saucepan used for potatoes, add 3 Tablespoons butter or margarine. Heat just until melted. Add celery and onions. Stir until onion bulb is translucent and celery is softened. Add to large stew pot.
    4. Add remaining ingredients, keep temp on Medium High, stir frequently until heated through. Stir often to make sure soup ingredients do not stick and scorch.
5. Serve with Erin's Cheesy Rotel Cornbread

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Erin's Cheesy Rotel Cornbread

Ingredients:

    * 2 boxes Jiffy cornbread mix
    * Add per box instructions egg and water
    * 1 can 10 oz Rotel
    * 1 can whole kernel corn, drained
    * 1/4 brick Velveeta cheese, cubed


Instructions:

    1. Prepare 2 boxes Jiffy according to box instructions.
    2. Add Rotel, corn, and cubed Velveeta. Stir well.
    3. Spray 10 inch oven proof casserole dish with Pam cooking spray. Pour cornbread mixture into this dish. Use spatula to bake all the mix.
    4. Bake in preheated 375° oven for 15 minutes.


Serve to accompany soup, or chili, or any other stew or chowder.


This cornbread is moist in the middle, crust is perfectly browned and tastes delicious!


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Irish Eyes


 


By Mattie Lennon

READING FOR THE NEW YEAR

Start your 2025 reading with two fabulous books. Tales of a Patchwork Life  and Left at the Lamb.


In Tales of a Patchwork Life, Brighid McLaughlin, folk artist, journalist, storyteller and writer among other things, brings the reader on a step by step journey through her life of adventure, research, tragedy and every emotion known to the human race. In chapter one she brings you on a guided tour of her little cottage in Dalkey, County Dublin. Of this cottage which was built in 1875 she says, "Twas here the most profound things happened to me." Her ability to paint word pictures means that the reader can almost smell the turf smoke from the open fire and hear the fried herrings sizzling in butter. Among the links to her past are, “ . . . a horsehair snare that I associate with my father’s life and stories: a rusty madeleine tray, a poignant reminder of the last thing my sister gave me two nights before she was murdered; an old iron crane . . .” Part of a long list of items each one a reminder of love, ambition, death and hope.


From her humble abode in Dalkey we are taken back in time to her childhood home in north county Dublin where her father who spent part of his life, "In Canada mining, tunneling, flying and flying planes through blizzards” was an agricultural farm machinery dealer,


Early in the book she gives an account of her childhood on the Dublin/Meath border and makes no secret of the fact that she was “hard reared.” Always a creative spirit she was useless at maths and gives a vivid account of her red knuckles as a result of “Mrs Collin’s leather strap when I couldn’t add or subtract.” She describes Mrs Margaret Collins as, “. . . a large woman in her late sixties who wore an inadequate supporting bra and a very low plunge necked lime green Aran cardigan.”


She was sent to a Brigidine Boarding School where the punishment was unbelievable and the food was inedible; “Disgusting meatballs made from shredded offal and bone.”


She doesn’t pull any punches in describing her job with Dublin Public Libraries she says, "I loved books but it was the bosses I had a problem with.” One librarian bullied her ferociously, “This yoke spent most of the time during the summer months drinking Rose and topless sunbathing in the backyard of the library.”She points out that most of the staff in Dublin’s public libraries was overeducated, “. . . if you were any way creative you were f*cked.”


At one stage Therese Cronan, wife of the poet Tony, took Brighid under her wing and told her, “I feel duty bound to guard you against the social f---kaneers, the phonies, the cruel in tongue who drink in the ‘Horse-shit’ bar in the Shelbourne.”


A patchwork life surely. While being driven through the mountains of Montana by Rich Hall. In his Chevrolet, the sight of John Deere farm machinery, balers and combine harvesters reminded her of, " . . . my childhood in North County Dublin." Her life of writing brought her into contact with, “leprosy survivors, bohemian eccentrics, gamblers, snake handlers in the Appalachian Mountains, farmers in Minnesota, civil rights leaders in Louisiana, boxers. They represented what I cared for all my life, people who knew suffering and survived.”


Suffering was no stranger to the author herself’. Having her sister brutally murdered and her husband Michael Shannon drowned was no picnic. Person of the world though she is, she can be surprised. One such time was when Gareca Browne’s father the 98 year old 4th Baron Oranmore and Browne, who had sat in the House of Lords for an incredible 72 years, “ . . . held a place in his heart for me that was not platonic. . . I absolutely adored him and he adored me, but certainly not in that way.” In his invitation to her to attend his birthday trip to Paris he signed it, ” Your old but loving Rascal, Dom,Dom.”


She didn’t exactly “adore” Ted Kennedy or Kevin McClory or the “ … fierce looking woman with grey hair and a formidable stern face” who turned out to be “some sort of psychologist” and had her sit the Rorschach Test.


Don’t miss this work by and about this woman whose life is in itself an open book.


Details from www.mercierpress.ie


LEFT AT THE LAMB


(I won’t tell you where the title comes from.-- Think Eats shoots and leaves!)


Written by Aidan Cruise and David Harrington with research by the late Kieran Swords and the assistance of many local historians this book is described as “ A flavour of the History and Heritage in the Blessington area” but it is much more than that. If you take Blessington as a centre point and draw a circle with a radius of approximately 18 miles you will have the history, folklore tales and memories of almost everything within that circle. Ice age, Stone Age, Bronze Age, it’s all there. From a 5000 year old dwelling at Humphreystown to a detailed history of the Blessington Steam Tram and from the story of the granite for the Wellington monument to the construction of the Poulaphouca Dam it’s all told in detail and with literally hundreds of pictures within its 305 pages.


Richard Meagher, one of the many readers who are delighted with this work had this to say ,“Fantastic book, got a present of it when back in Blessington on vacation from Nova Scotia, can’t put it down so much great information, will have to read it again.”


It would appear that the first print run flew off the shelves but there is a big demand for a reprint


Co-author and Secretary of the Lakeside Heritage Group, Aidan Cruise can be contacted at ; aidan.cruise@gmail.com


Happy New Year.


See you in February.


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Woo Woo

 


By Pauline Evanosky

Aspects of My Psychic Life

The life I live as a psychic is actually not that very different from the life I lived before I was psychic. I thought it would be so different. Yes, there was that defining moment when I began to channel, but as I grew more into the psychic life, I realized I’d been psychic all along.


I know I’ve written about this before, but it bears repeating. If this is the article that one person needs to read out of the eight billion of us on the planet, then it’s worth writing about. If I had read this article when I was 16 years old, I could have saved about that many years on my own journey. Not that it would have cut any corners, but it would have eased my mind about a lot of stuff.


Over the years, I’ve come to believe that we are all of us born psychic. It’s an ability we have. It’s a sense. But, in order to live in harmony with your psychic abilities, it helps to be taught that it is possible. If you were a person who was born into a community, not just your family, but a community of people who did not speak, then, the likelihood of you being able to talk at the age of 12 years old would be rather slim.


It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I had my first psychic vision of my grandmother, who had passed on years before. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before. I told my mother about it, and she said the words that finally allowed me to eventually seek out this lifestyle. She said she didn’t doubt at all that it was my grandmother I’d seen. She then went on to explain to me all the different psychic stories she had to tell about my grandmother. What she did not say to me was that maybe I was psychic too.


Perhaps that was my defining moment and not the start of channeling that occurred 20 years later.


I suppose I can say the biggest thing that is different in my life is that I am never lonely. Never. All I have to do is say, “Hi. Will you talk to me?” Some times, I just say, “I need a hug.” It’s enough to keep me going. Granted, there is nothing that will replace the companionship of family and friends, but if you can’t go to sleep and it’s already 2 am, those people are asleep and not available for you to be with. Spirit is.


Am I a quiet person? Yes. I’m a writer. That makes you quiet. You can’t visit with someone while you are writing. It just doesn’t work. Writing is something you do by yourself.


The other thing that is different for me is that now I pay better attention to my gut instincts. It’s especially good when I’m looking for a good book to read, whether it is already on my bookshelves at home or if it is being offered for sale online. It’s especially fun to hear from somebody in Spirit who voices their opinion and says to me, “Yes, get that.”


One thing that I had thought would happen as I became more and more psychic was that life’s questions would finally have answers. What I learned was I had to experience all those different situations myself. Spirit doesn’t tell all. They teach.


I’ve learned, or really am still learning, patience. I have learned about understanding and forgiveness. I’ve learned that envy, jealousy, and hate are harmful and never productive. I’ve learned to heal my own emotional hurts. I’ve learned that healing never stops. I’ve learned that nobody is perfect. I’ve learned that failures are never failures but steps in the right direction.


I’ve learned that positive affirmations are so important to us and that journeys are not huge leaps but many steps.


These are things I never in my wildest dreams would have thought I could say I’ve encountered during the portion of my life where I was psychic. Much of what I imagined life would be like as a psychic has never happened. Being psychic, for me, is much like a comfortable pair of slippers. It just fits. It makes sense. It’s made me a better person.


Here’s something that happened as a psychic. I learned not to be so serious. Life is as fun as a toddler who can’t stop giggling. In fact, the first words Spirit said to me as I struggled to channel was, “Be as innocent as you were as a child.” The next day, I began channeling.


It took me five years of concentrated study to learn how to channel. I’ve seen other people do it in the space of ten minutes. I know if I could do it, anybody can.


Have a lovely holiday season. Give thanks for your life exactly as it is now and how it might be if you were to take the leap and allow Spirit more space in it. Allow yourself to be with the world around you. It matters more than you know.


Thanks for reading and see you next time.


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Sifoddling Along

 


By Marilyn Carnell

Story of An Ending And A New Beginning

An Ending
When I was very young, about the time of the end of WWII, the family of a good friend who died, asked my mom and her two sisters to make a shroud for the burial.


Of course, they agreed, but it had to be constructed that night. Fabric was in short supply, but they found a piece of lavender (a color my grandmother called heliotrope) satin or silk and gathered in my Aunt Etta’s bedroom to cut and sew the garment. I was a mouse in the corner with orders to be quiet and be good.


It was then that they discovered that there was not enough fabric. Panic. Stores closed. What to do? They had to keep their promise. They tried to think of different ways to lay-out the pattern, but there was simply not enough material. They were nearly hysterical. The room echoed with nervous laughter. They my practical Aunt Fannie had an idea. They could make the back of the garment from another fabric. After all, it would never be seen. A quick trip to her house to retrieve some muslin that would complete the project.


Great sighs of relief when it was finished and ready to be delivered to the funeral home the fist thing next morning.


I was only an observer, but it left me with a lifelong aversion to the color lavender.


A Beginning
I recently decided I wanted to start sewing again. I was feeling more energetic and had tidied up my craft room and was reminded that I had many boxes of fabric, sorted by color (no lavender).


My serger hadn’t seen much use since making a gazillion masks to donate in the early days of COVID and I found I could not thread the notoriously finicky beast. After a few attempts, I decided it was time to splurge and buy a self-threading one.


At the store, I was told about a group that makes layette items for newborns in need. Every baby deserves a good start in life, and that mission appealed to me. It echoed a program pioneered in Finland in the 1930’s. Every baby there gets a box of supplies.


I attended a meeting that night where a group of women marked and cut out pieces of fabric to make kits for others to sew. I was given directions to make a diaper bag.


I made every mistake possible from choosing a pretty purple rayon fabric that was so soft it required quilting to reinforce it, to realizing that a folded over finish was too thick for my sewing machine to handle, thus needing a special binding. I finally got it finished and it will soon be on its way to meet the needs of a new baby in the New Year.


Happy New Year!


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On Trek


By Judith Kroll

The Reason people awaken is because they have finally stopped agreeing to things that insult their soul.

This was a quote that came up on Facebook. I got to thinking about it intensely because it seemed to have a message that wouldn't let me go.

I tried to figure out how to explain this in simple terms so that I could explain to others.

I was thinking if I had a daughter who married a man that was always bullying her thru words and poking fun at her, or even subtle remarks to others about her, what would I do? As parents we don't want to interfere with her life, but we feel like maybe we should say something. Time passes, and the jabs and digs are becoming more and more frequent. Something has to happen. Should I or should I not speak to her. If she would ask for my advice I would give it, but if she doesn't ask how long can I keep quiet?

Thru my years of life and experiences I have learned to trust other people's guides, and their true soul self .This is where this quote comes in handy. Our souls experience what we experience, and when it is time, the true soul self begins to awaken the body person. Little nudges, and hints, all at the right time start to emerge.

Can you remember when you started to awaken? Perhaps someone said something that stopped us in our tracks. A sweet gift of a book that gave us the aha moment. A movie on television perhaps that tugged at us.

What can insult our soul? Anything that is not positive for us, or even when we run down ourselves, or when others treat us with disrespect constantly. Also teachings can insult our soul. At one time perhaps we believed it was ok to do something, and later we found it to be an insult to our soul to believe that way.

I personally have had many such teachings pass thru my scrutiny. For example, I use to believe with all my heart that talking to dead people was WRONG. I had scriptures to back it up. I just knew I was right in my belief system. Then one day, I had an aha moment. I now speak to dead people, and it is very healing. This is just my example.

I fully understand that we are all on our OWN personal journey, and so our beliefs are at different levels. At some point we all will come to a full understanding of all that is, but until that happens, we cannot judge another for what they believe. We learn to move forward in our own pathway, helping others, and being helped by others along the way.

What can insult my soul is solely up to me. No one else can judge what that is. It also works the same for others, and we must learn to respect what they believe. We cannot fault a child for not knowing how to drive a car, but we know that someday they will reach that goal. We are all children learning and experiencing life at our own pace. May we find the joys of life, as we continue to strive to meet our goals.

Yours,
Judith
Encore circa 2013


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Wishing Everyone A Happy New Year

 


By Walt Perryman

I’m wishing everyone a premature Happy New Year today,
And my new year’s resolution is to try to live in a Godly way.

I have learned enough to know God is my only solution.
So, getting closer to Him is my only new year’s resolution!

My new Years resolution for the new year 2425.
I will try to get closer to God every day I am alive,

Because when I am with God I have no fear.
So, folks what is your resolution for next year?

©December 2024 Walt Perryman


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Martha and Mike

 

By Bud Lemire

“Wake up Mom, I've come to take you home”
She looked around for the voice, but she was alone
“I came here to be cared for, as I grow old”
“No Mom, that's what your human body was told”

“Home is what you call Heaven, and you'll be free”
“Take my hand, I'll show you all that you can be”

She hesitated a moment, but she really wanted to know
What happens when someone passes, to the soul

“Michael, I'll need my walker, not sure I can walk”
“Follow me Mom, mind to mind is how we talk”
“Without your body, you can do so many things”
Imagine yourself flying, with the most beautiful wings”

“There are some presences, that wish to welcome you here”
“On Earth is a gathering, where their loss will shed a tear”
“Oh my, Michael, there are so many relatives and friends”
“They're welcoming you home, your journey never ends”

“Michael, you have such a bright light around you”
“Oh Mom, it's so much more amazing, than you ever knew”
“It's so beautiful, I think I'm going to like it here”
“You'll never have to worry, about aging another year”

©Oct 19, 2024 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

Martha is reunited with her family and friends that had passed away
from Earth into Heaven. She transcended and had a beautiful home
here in Heaven. Her light shined brighter as time as we know here
on Earth moved along. She didn't forget those she left behind. She
would visit them, and watch over them. Even though they couldn't
see her, if they tried real hard, they'd feel her presence in their hearts
and souls. Because this kind of love, never ends.


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Merry Christmas - Tree ?

 

By Walt Perryman

Merry Christmas!

My wife and I had agreed to not have a tree today,
And we had already given each other gifts anyway,

I woke up this morning knowing there was no tree,
But I found one Gift on the table, and it was for me.

But it’s only 4 am, therefore I will wait until sunrise,
Then my wife can watch me open the only surprise

I doubt that Walmart is open on Christmas day.
Maybe I’ll go get her one at the truck stop anyway!

I will tell you the rest of the story tomorrow, if I’m able,
If it was Santa or my wife that left my gift on the table.

But I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas anyway,
And don’t forget the real reason we celebrate it today.

© December 2024 Walt Perryman


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Sometimes

 

By John I. Blair

Sometimes I’m sure
Her ghost is lingering here,
Talking to me without a sound.

I almost see her
Sitting in her chair,
Wearing a bright and graceful dress.

At such times I wish
I could hear her words,
Take her advice, her sympathy

Or even criticism, so much better
Than nothing, for nothing’s what I get
From others still alive.

©2024 John I. Blair


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'Tis the day after Christmas

 


By Walt Perryman

It’s the day after Christmas and all through the house,
Our dog, Daisy has already woken me and my spouse.

We really had a good Christmas; I can truthfully say!
We did not have a tree or any gifts to return today.

But Jesus was with us in our home and in our hearts!
To have a true Christmas, it only takes those two parts.

We’ll ask God to stay in our hearts every time we pray.
And ask Him to celebrate forever with us like yesterday.

© December 2024 Walt Perryman


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Looking for Spring

 

By John I. Blair

Even in the dead of Winter
When the air is cold and no birds sing
I look each morning for some small sign
That Spring will come.
The buds that cling along bare twigs
Remind me that one day, not so very far away,
The rain and warming air will bring
A rush of new life to everything.
And if I pull aside the dead leaves on the ground,
Hiding beneath may be the green tips
Of Spring bulbs sheltering in the soil,
Holding future glories of color and perfume.
This is an ancient story that never gets old,
That even on a silent Winter day
Spring is waiting.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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Building A Play List

 

By Bud Lemire

I'm building a play list, that I can listen to
Of songs through the years, it's what I like to do
These songs are from 40's, 50's, and 60's too
The 70's through the 2000's, many songs you knew

They strike on a memory, in your life they are dear
Some hit a chord, that will make you shed a tear
I haven't heard that one, in a very long time
Great to hear again, I first heard it in my prime

I bet there are some, that you didn't know
The DJ's didn't play all of them, on the radio
My friend Basil, introduced me to many a group
That music today, warms my heart like a bowl of soup

It's great to hear them again, when I do
I bet these songs, do the same thing to you
Nostalgic to enjoy, and it takes me back there
Music in songs, is always so much fun to share

Sometimes a video is what you'd like to see
I can look back to, when we watched MTV
Now they are on YouTube, for you to watch there
There's so much to see, music will take you everywhere


©Nov 27, 2024 Bud Lemire

Author Note:


Currently I'm putting together songs from the 70's.
But after I am done, it'll be back to the 60's and then
on to the 80's. It's fun to listen to these songs, and
explore new ones. I'm so happy there is so much
great music in this world through the years.


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