Archive for January 2013

Versatile Blogger Award   9 comments

“Versatile Blogger Award”


Lily at has kindly nominated me for this “Versatile Blogger Award

A visit to her site is a must.  The imagery she presents in both word and pictures is wonderful.  She’s pretty nice too !


This award entails

  1. linking back to my nominator when announcing this
  2. displaying the award certificate
  3. presenting my own nominations (up to 15)
  4. …and leaving comments to let those bloggers know
  5. listing 7 things about yourself


Now for 7 things about me:

  1. I had a heart transplant 3+ years ago
  2. I grew up on a farm
  3. I always wanted to be a teacher (History, Literature, Art)
  4. I had read the Arthurian legends and Greek, Roman, and Norse Mythology by the time I was 9 years old.
  5. My favorite place in the world is on a white sand beach (anywhere), sitting under a palm tree, watching a glorious sunset
  6. My favorite artists are Monet and Renoir
  7. My father was Irish/English, and my mother was Dutch/Prussian.


Below is a list of friends and writers that I would like to honor with this award:

Congratulations to the above.  Each of you offer wonderful parts of yourselves to all of us who have found your blogs.  Keep on keepin’ on.

Finally, thanks again to Lily for recognizing my humble efforts with this award.  Lily…, you’re great !!!



Posted January 25, 2013 by PapaBear in Awards

Another   8 comments



Another time,
Another place,
Another smile,
Another face
Another dance
Another chance


Another dream


(Just another little romantic play on words).




Posted January 24, 2013 by PapaBear in Poetry

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Life on the Water   11 comments



The Wabash River near my boyhood home

When I was a young boy I was awestruck by the river.  It looked so wide, so powerful, and so mysterious.  At first there was a twinge of fear whenever I was near it, afraid it would draw me into its mighty current and carry me away to…I didn’t know where.  After a time though, I started to like the idea of its deep, dark, magnificent power.  It yielded to no one or nothing, either at low ebb or floodtide.

As I grew, I began to see the river as my friend, fishing from its banks and enjoying the bounty that it offered to those learned or patient enough to reap its rewards.  I explored its sandbars and gravel bars, savoring the gleaming rounded stones that I saw as treasures to be hoarded in my secret vaults.  I enjoyed the music of the water as it rippled over stones and submerged branches, this the only interruption to the quiet peace of its environment.


Freshwater Mussels

I shared this love of the river with an uncle who became my mentor on the river and its myriad inhabitants.  He taught me of all the fish, and what bait they would accept as food, of the mussels and how their shells, for years, had been harvested to make buttons for shirts, blouses, and even for inexpensive jewelry.  I learned how to trap the wily muskrat and prepare its hide for sale to a furrier.  This wise old man then walked with me along the riverbanks, showing me the wildlife available to see, appreciate, and even harvest for food.  Vegetables such as cattails, wild onions, nuts, seeds, mushrooms, and other sources of food that nature provided.  Wildlife was as plentiful as the flora, squirrels of several varieties, cottontail rabbits, ducks, geese, sometimes even a deer or a wild turkey appeared along the banks, coming to the river to drink of its waters.  It was easy for me to see how primitive man could have lived so freely at the edge of this plentiful source of food.

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Thus, through the years my love of the water, rivers especially, grew and deepened so that choices of a place to live were often made with the nearness of the water a major criteria.  My appreciation of water expanded to include lakes, streams, and eventually the ocean and the Gulf of  Mexico.

There is a magic involved with large bodies of water, especially when the vision of them includes the blueness of the sky, the glistening of the sun on the rippled surface, and the special times when, at sunset or sunrise, the water and sky are joined by the glorious colors of the sun against the water and attending sky.  Night time is another special event, with silver moons lifting themselves from darkened depths and sending their soft shimmering light forward across the placid surface that mirrors the jeweled stars that are spread across the blanket of the heavens.

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Sunset and Moonrise on the Gulf

Simple as it seems, water is one of the most beautiful and complex gifts given to humanity.  It is so shameful to see how it is desecrated with our waste.





EMO   5 comments



I guess I’m so out of touch, since we don’t have teens in the house anymore, that I don’t know the contemporary terms.  Yeah, I know different, and gay, and slow, etc., but what is “EMO”?  That’s a new one to me.

I copied this from a response I received to a question that I’d asked one of our fellow bloggers.

I’d never heard of the term “emo” used and, I guess it is common phraseology among a lot of young people (especially school age) today.  It was, from its text, written by a young, school-aged person and I was really impressed with the maturity, emotion, and morality of this description and accompanying writing.  Please read it carefully.  This is the kind of thought process and behavior that will help to make a difference for our future generations.  People like “Someone” need to be encouraged and supported.



Someone Jan 22, 9:38 pm

So from what I would say the majority of people my age (teenagers) think “emo” is, is a person who self harms and is depressed all the time and wears a lot of black. Now if I meet someone who is like that I think nothing of it and don’t judge them at all and think of them as normal humans on the other hand the majority of teenagers don’t think that way, they think of them as attention whores freaks, faggs, or people who should just end their lives already. It truly is horrible and I hate that label and what it has turned into. And let me tell you being called an emo freak does hurt my friends and I would know from experience. So many people though are so ignorant….they never stop and think “hey will I be hurting someone by saying this?”. I hope things can change and people can start thinking differently. I know for sure when I have kids one day I am going to raise them to accept all people unless given a reason not to and give everybody a chance before judging them and deciding whether you like them or not.


Ok, “Someone”, I can only hope that someday you will step forward, claim the praise you rightfully deserve for this post, and help lead people back to the light. 

Best to you!



Posted January 23, 2013 by PapaBear in Prose

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Special Good Night Edition   4 comments

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This Special Edition is for the benefit and pleasure of a select few pioneers who reside in the near wilderness

in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and are concerned about 60 degree weather.  At the time these pics were

taken (4:p.m. 1/22/2013) the outside air temp was 4 deg over a fresh 6″ snow cover here, at the foot of Lake Michigan.

By the way folks, cross country skiing on this was wonderful…, not that I’m trying to rub it in or anything.


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Sweet Dreams

Sleep doesn’t come as I close my eyes

I still see the moonlit starry skies

And hear the faint melody of the band inside

As we dance on the beautiful balcony outside

Another slow waltz, as we glide ‘cross the floor

And quietly slip away through the veranda’s back door

Was not in our mind to spend the night at a dance

When under the moonlight we dreamed of romance.






At the Fair   12 comments

This is just a short poem I wrote a while back when daydreams took me…., somewhere – the past…, the future…, just somewhere I’d never been before, and to dreams I’d never had, living a mysterious life never before imagined.  True fantasy!



Another life,

Another world,

And somehow

You were there.


Y ou were a dream

But not a dream

I saw you at the fair.


I held your hand as we, together

Walked slowly in the mist

In the shadows of the starlight

Eyes met, and we kissed.







Posted January 21, 2013 by PapaBear in Poetry

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Never Argue with a Woman   2 comments

Nothing original tonight.  I leave you all with a bit of humor received from a friend. (maybe good advice for those who assume things too quickly) Ha!

Good night everyone,




Never Argue with a Woman

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She padddles out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, ” Good morning , Ma’am. What are you doing?”

“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that obvious?”)

“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her

“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading”

“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”

“For reading a book,” she replies,

“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her again,

“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading”

“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.

“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.

“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”

“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.


Posted January 20, 2013 by PapaBear in Humor, Prose

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