~~ Dark Night ~~   2 comments




It’s a quiet night, the kind of ending one might expect at the terminus of a peaceful day.  It’s foggy, and there’s a soft gentle rain falling.  No stars or moon tonight, nothing but the deepening dark…, and the rain.


There’s a dark, hollow emptiness following me.  I feel alone in the cacophony of a crowded, noisy world.  What has happened to the warmth of life.., gone…, gone,  leaving nothing of itself.  There is nothing but this empty, hollow cold.


Still, life goes on.  Echoes of the past haunting each lonely footstep…, life goes on.





Posted October 16, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Prose

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Words won’t come

That I can write

So I’ll stop here

And say goodnight…….





Posted October 15, 2014 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

A Day in the Life of Lily Cat   3 comments



Dawn Patrol:

Keenly alert and ever watchful for those dastardly chipmunks that come onto the deck to steal birdseed.   


After all that effort and watchfulness a rest on the sofa is definitely in order. 

Watching for those elusive chipmunks is really a tough job, you know.


Afternoon Delight:

And after a late lunch, it’s time for a nap to rest up from resting so that she can watch the birds come to the feeder.


This is the little feline angel that comes to watch over me as I sleep each night…, and the alarm cat that wakes me at 7:00 a.m. sharp (give or take 5 minutes) every morning…, unless there are guests in the house, then she sleeps in til about 9. 






Posted October 12, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Prose

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~Footprints – Dreams Begin   9 comments

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Several busy days passed.  His work kept him busy through the day and the late afternoon and evenings were taken up with improvements and repairs to the house.  Autumn was here and he didn’t want to be thinking of what he should have done when winter showed its frigid face.  He needed to fertilize the lawn, small though it was, and level the gravel in the lane and driveway.  One day he hoped to have it paved.  The gutters and downspouts needed to be cleaned.  He’d purchased a material to put in the gutters to block leaves from clogging them and the downspouts so there wouldn’t be ice building on the edge of the roof and icicles  hanging from the gutters.  There were some windows and doors that needed to be caulked and then he thought he’d be ready.  All this done, it was time to get some wood for the fireplace for a nice cheery fire through the winter.

It was a cool evening and he’d worked late stacking firewood and cleaning up the garage.  Thankfully, over the summer, he’d discovered the magic of a slow cooker and a timer, and dinner was warm and waiting for him.  Tonight was beef stew and he filled his bowl, grabbed a couple slices of bread, and settled in front of the TV.  Ghost made an appearance as soon as she smelled the beef and, consummate beggar that she was, implored him for a share of his meal, only the beef, of course, and with a little gravy.  It was not a good television night so he turned the set off and switched on some music to enjoy while he ate.  He had been thinking of the property on the lake…, and the cottage.

After dishes were done and put away, he and his feline shadow retired to the couch in front of the fireplace and he opened his laptop and started some research….  He went to the county recorder’s website and started searching for a land platte south of his property.  The notes on the records showed that it was owned by the county, repossessed for unpaid taxes and was available for sale.  It would be a prime piece of land to own because it had a large lake frontage.  Ideas started to form in the back of his mind.  He’d have to follow up on this and find out how much outstanding taxes were to be paid.  From what he read, if an individual paid the outstanding taxes he would receive deed and title to the property. Hmmmm…..  At that point his eyes started to close and his chin settled on his chest.  Ghost curled up against his leg and was soon asleep too.

He awoke suddenly about a half hour later, scaring the cat and knocking his bowl and spoon to the floor.  It had been a long day and he didn’t realize how tired he really was.  He took a quick shower, was off to bed, and that quickly asleep.



Visibility was poor…, hazy, foggy, but he was on the trail back to the lake…, to the cottage and it was so familiar, as though he’d been there a thousand times before.  The trail wasn’t a trail this time.  It was a wagon path, groomed on both sides and level, and smooth as though it had seen much use.  As he rounded the turn the cottage came into view.  It looked as though it had only recently been built, like a new home.  a figure appeared in the shadows of the porch…..

“I’m so glad you’re back.  It’s late and I was so worried that something had happened to you on the road….

Her arms embraced him.  She, as always, felt so soft and warm, her head against his shoulder.  He felt her gentle, tender hand caress his face….


Just as it had came…, in a hazy fog, it ended.  He woke and through groggy, sleep filled eyes, saw Ghost nestled on his chest, her furry tail laying against his cheek.  He laid his head back and closed his eyes….  Too bad, that had been one of the best dreams he’d had for a long time…, and, at the same time, one of the most troubling.  He knew the cottage was in shambles, and the trail to it was barely noticeable, yet in the dream they seemed so new.  He, once again, drifted off to sleep…,peacefully this time.

As the sun broke through the windowpane in the morning he looked out to see, once again, footprints in the dewy grass leading to the trail…

That day, during his lunchtime, he went to the county recorders office to ask about the property on the lake.  Yes, it was available for sale, basically for the amount of taxes due.  In the notes the clerk said that the property had been recently indicated as vacant land as the house had been condemned as uninhabitable.  The sale price would be in the range of $20-25 thousand.  In his mind, it would be a good investment, even a better place to live, and he could sell his house to offset the purchase and repair expenses.  He needed to consider the whole idea more.

After returning home that evening he sat on the deck, thinking…, why am I doing this?  Why am I even thinking about it?   He looked down a the old tintype he had absentmindedly carried out there with him, staring at it as though, somehow, it had come to life.

She was pretty…, not the most beautiful girl in the world, but there was a warmth and a beauty about her that was hers alone.  He knew he’d never seen her before finding this picture.   Why, though, does she look so familiar…?






~Today~   8 comments


Once upon a time, on an October 2nd day, a spirit was joined to a body and set upon the earth to continue yet another leg of the eternal journey. He was to be a farmer, a student, an artist, a soldier, a salesman, an air traffic controller, an office clerk, a senior member of a financial staff, a credit manager, an office manager, and, at an age earlier than most, he retired. Through all of this, life ranged from cold, icy mountaintops to lush warm valleys, with emotions of bitterness, sorrow, and sadness, pleasance, joy, happiness, and love along the road. There were some dead ends, to be sure, but thankfully they were few. Not an uneventful journey, but not as illustrious as many others have taken – the ordinary life of an ordinary man…  It continues…..

As each year passes
Life, like fine wine
Pours into our glasses
And we try to divine
The meaning of why we are here…


3ft tall
I haven’t shared this bit of information with many but, yes, today, October 2nd, is my birthday….,
and, as for the past 20 years, I’m still 39 years old.
I want to thank all of you out there who have followed me an walked the days with me.

Your presence in my life is truly appreciated.


Posted October 2, 2014 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

September Eve   3 comments

The sky is painted in shades of rose, purple, and gray
As the evening sun sets on another beautiful day
Diamond dust stars will cover the vault of the heavens soon
As from over the hill across the field appears a silvery moon
Sit quietly…, let your heart and mind absorb the scene
As the night brings its peace to make the world serene


To everyone…, peace in your mind, joy in your heart, and happiness to surround you for all of your days. May you know love every day of your life, and share it with everyone around you.
Bí fíor chun tú féin, i gcónaí

Good Night Everybody




Posted September 24, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Memories, Personal, Poetry, Prose

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~Footprints ~ The Cottage   3 comments





Come, take my hand and walk with me for a while, now, before the winds and snows chill the air.  Tell me the stories again, memories of child’s play, school times, learning how you grew from then until now, or maybe we could just become lost in the warmth of silent companionship.  Words can sometimes be so overrated when a look, a smile, can say so much more.  Let’s go down the lane and see the last of the honeysuckle and bittersweet vines as their summer color starts to fade.  Leaves are turning color and starting to fall, carpeting the ground in a blanket of color.  I’d like to tell you of places I’ve been and things I’ve done.  Tell me of your journeys and the things you’ve seen.  Let’s sit for a while on the old rail fence and look out over the meadow, a place so familiar, yet somehow now changed.  I guess that happens with time, doesn’t it? 
I’ve missed you all these years…….


He woke, tears in his eyes, not knowing why.  Strange…!  The dream seemed so real.  It was like he could hear the soft voice in the back of his mind…, but now it was gone. The cat raised its head and looked at him as if to say “why are you awake?  It’s only 6 o’clock “! Why was he awake…, it’s Saturday and no alarm had gone off…, except the one in his head !!!  He got up and went to look out the window.  The light of pre-dawn was beginning to waken a sleepy world.  As he looked more closely he could make out what appeared to be footprints in the dewy grass from near the front of the house, across the lawn to the path.  He knew they were real.  They’d been real those times before, except he was the only one who saw them.  This hadn’t happened all summer though…, or was he just too busy to notice them…, or Ghost had scared the intruder away.

Wide awake now, he gave up on the idea of another hour or two of sleep and went to the kitchen to make coffee.  Ghost, his ever-present shadow padded silently at his side.  He fried some bacon and a couple of eggs and fixed a slice of toast for himself, reserving a half slice of bacon as a treat for the little beggar at his feet.  Coffee done, he settled down at the table for a quick breakfast.

He was beginning to feel like he was being haunted.  Being haunted by some spirit that had attached itself, herself to him.  The thing that had started to bother him though, was that there seemed to be a sense of familiarity with this spirit, a deep down feeling that somehow he knew her and she knew him.  Yeah, at this point he was pretty certain it was a her.

It was September 21st.  Tomorrow, he thought, would be the autumnal equinox.  For him that signaled the transition from his beloved warm days to the cool of autumn and that followed by winter’s cold, his least favorite time of year.  Ah, well, it had to happen, unless he moved to the deep south and that wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

He finished breakfast, cleaned up the dishes.  With no further thought, he washed up, shaved, and got dressed.  He put on a sweatshirt and went outside, intending to go for a long walk…, but then noticed the footprints on the lawn and decided to follow.  Along the path, trees and shrubs were beginning to attain their fall colors and the breeze deposited some of them along the trail down to the lake.  There were no footprints on the path, at least none that he could see.  As he neared the end of the woods he noticed what seemed to be a little used trail that lead off to his left and decided to explore.

After a few minutes he reached a clearing that opened onto a broad, scenic view of the lake and surrounding meadow and, in a strange way, it felt familiar to him.  As he rounded a large bush he was met by an old split rail fence that enclosed the ruins of a dilapidated cottage that was mostly in ruins as the porch roof had collapsed and the windows were either broken or missing, obviously for some time now.  Greeting him as he passed through the doorway was a room full of dusty, rotting, furniture…, a musty smelling sofa with the filling spilling from the torn cover, a dust covered kersosene lamp with  tilted chimney, and a dirty, ash filled fireplace.  Hanging above the fireplace was an old violin and bow, beneath that were brackets that he imagined that, at some time must have held an old shotgun or rifle.  The kitchen was not quite so bad, but still, was dusty and dirty.  Dishes and long since spoiled food sat in Mason jars on the shelves.  There was still cutlery and silverware in the drawers, and pots and pans carefully hung above the stove.  It looked as though sometime, a long time ago, the resident had just walked away and never returned.

He carefully climbed up a rickety stairway to a bedroom loft.  It was furnished simply with a bed, still showing the remains of a quilt and sheets on the mattress, all in a sad state of dissipation.  On the dresser a crystal bowl held a few pieces of tarnished silver jewelry.  He examined a ring and it intrigued him and was pocketed as a keepsake of this visit.  Across the room was a chair and a washstand that still held a pitcher and bowl along with a brush and set of combs.  In the drawers were towels and washcloths that were in reasonably good condition.  Then without thinking much of it, he crossed the room again to the dresser and opened the drawers.  Inside he found sweaters, lace shawls, simple dresses, and other women’s clothing.  It seemed odd that there were no shoes or boots anywhere in the room.  …Mysterious….

He retreated back down the rickety staircase to the living room and was drawn back to the sofa.  Beside it on the end table with the lamp sat a picture of a young woman, maybe in her teens or early twenties, the picture was so faded it was hard to determine.  What was obvious was that she was quite pretty…, hair pulled back, wearing a light colored gown.    He started to return the picture to the table but stopped and placed it in the jacket pocket with the ring.

Behind the cottage was the remains of what may have been a garden with a small bench and a broken trellis…, roses had gone wild and spread over the end of the bench.  To the right was the remnants of a vegetable garden or herb garden.  Some of it had also gone wild, propagating itself with seeds that fell from the plants from year to year.  Behind it was a pile of wood, shingles, and some garden tools, all that remained of a shed that had fallen apart.  Among the tools he saw the old rifle that had probably hung over the fireplace.  It was weathered, worn by the elements, rusty barrel and trigger.  He carefully picked it out of the pile and brought it back to the house, placing it back in the brackets.  The room looked complete now…, more or less.

He looked around, preparing to leave and go back to his house.  Strange, this place looked so familiar, though he knew he’d never been here before, at least he didn’t ever remember anything like this.  Back outside, he stopped long enough to pick a few strawberries that were ripening along the fence and a blossom from the wild rose, then turned and went back up the path.

Back at the house he deposited his “treasure” on the kitchen table, putting the rose in a glass of water on the sink.  He picked up the ring and, remembering an old trick his grandmother had taught him, took it into the bathroom, pulled out the toothpaste, and rubbed toothpaste over the ring, rinsed it, and dried it.

It had polished to a glistening silver-white sheen and was quite beautiful.  Returning to the kitchen, he retrieved the picture and took it, along with the ring to his bedroom, placing both on the nightstand next to the bed.  He was suddenly hungry, thirsty, and a little tired.  Well, back to the kitchen for a snack.  A peanut butter sandwich would do…, some strawberries and ice cream sounded better…, and he had strawberries from his little excursion…, and now knew where to go to get more.  He relished this little treat and went back to the bedroom, fell across the bed, and was soon fast asleep…, dreaming.


It was so wonderful to see you visiting the cottage this morning.  It’s been so lonely and empty for all these many years since you’ve been gone.  I tried to keep it just as it had been and waited for your return.  You will come back…, won’t you?  …and thank you for polishing my ring.  Do you remember when you gave it to me ?  It was right after we finished building the cottage and on our first night there.  I was so stunned by its beauty, and then you fastened the necklace around my neck and kissed my shoulders.  I was so happy I cried.  You were so quietly romantic…, it seems that you still are.  Come back and visit there…, often…, it will always be there for you…, I will always be there for you…, and only you my love………..


He sat up, drowsy from sleep, and checked his watch.  It was almost 4:30 and he had slept for almost three hours.  As he started to get up he noticed the picture.  The tarnished old frame now gleamed brightly, and the image was now sharp and clear.  She was lovely…, but who was she, and why had she chosen to invade his dreams…, and his life, and who was he to her anyway?








Posted September 24, 2014 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Memories, Personal, Prose, Story


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