Monthly Archives: October 2016

DRUMMER BOY

I wasn’t much good at sports but I was a pretty good drummer boy. I can still feel the marching drum being pushed by my left knee as we stepped along – and th drum strap wrapped around my shoulder … Continue reading

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TREES SINGING

More than 2,500 years ago a psalmist wrote about the joys of hearing the singing of the trees.   My listening to the trees nearby did not occur ’til I was nearly deaf.   My inner self did not respond … Continue reading

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WAITING

I don’t know how much time I’ve spent waiting: waiting in line at the checkout counter – waiting in the doctor’s office – waiting for water to boil – waiting for a sermon to end — waiting in a line … Continue reading

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OUR COLLECTION

There are times when I take inventory of everything I can see from my recliner – the pictures and various items hanging on the walls – the surrounding furniture – and memorabilia on chests and tables. Most of it will … Continue reading

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DARKROOMS AND RED LIGHTS

I used to develop film in a darkroom (my closet) with a red light hanging above my head and yielding enough light to develop negatives that eventually became photographs.   It took a bit of savy and a bit of … Continue reading

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METAPHORS

I find that I’m afflicted with metaphors.   And though I wish at times I could ignore them I think I’m rather helpless.   Those flowers gifted to us several days ago are dying and I’m trying to ignore that … Continue reading

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Being Shy

I don’t know why I was shy when I was a little guy – but I was.   Did I get bold in the process of getting old and living a long and interesting life?   I don’t think so. … Continue reading

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MY PERCEPTIONS

When I began to be me way back in the last century I had no idea what I’d gotten into.   Gifted with a little, but not too much I grew up in a small town where the Great Depression … Continue reading

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HER ANXIETY

It comes every morning is gone every night. It comes without warning. ‘Tis a terrible plight.   I wish I could do something to cause this to cease and I can’t find one thing to bring her relief.   I … Continue reading

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COOKING BACON

I’ve become quite proficient at cooking bacon – am much better than before – before I slowed down and got old.   After laying each strip side by side while sitting on a stool I set the heat at “moderate” … Continue reading

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