Archive for September 2015

~~ Halloween….., Looking Back ~~   3 comments


For all the Halloween evenings spent at Gram’s house…




She came into my life the day I was born

Held me on that chill October morn

She watched me grow, day by day

Watching, teaching, guiding my way

She did her best to fill my young mind

With all the mystery and adventure she could find

She read to me, both story and rhyme

When finished she’d hand me a dime

And send me off to Ryan’s store

Where I’d buy ice cream…, and more

I’d bring her home a piece of toffee

To compliment her morning coffee

Then came the time we moved away

And I couldn’t see her every day

She would visit on Saturday

And I would wish that she could stay

Years passed and she grew older

Illness stooped her once strong shoulders

There was that day that she was to say

Be strong, for I must soon go away

The day she died I was heartbroken

Sorrow so deep no words spoken

Could calm sadness beginning to start

Deep within my soul land heart

At Halloween, as I see each year pass

I pour a drink and lift my glass

Look back on what she gave my life

And celebrate my Grandma’s life.


She was born in Iowa on All Hallows Eve in 1886.  Married and moved to Indiana with her new husband.  She was 73 years old when she died from cancer in 1959.

This tale is not one of sadness and shouldn’t be taken as such.  She’d hate that.  It’s a compilation of memories of a strong, caring, loving, tender woman who greeted each day as a gift, smiling, and looking forward to the adventure.  I can only try to emulate her approach to life.

(The pictures are of her as a young woman and the year of her death….., and, yes, she’s my Irish, and I loved her dearly.)

Grandma Barton







~ A Wee Bit o’ Lore from Himself   Leave a comment



In Ireland, where Halloween originated, the day is still celebrated much as it is in the United States. In rural areas, bonfires are lit as they were in the days of the Celts, and all over the country, children get dressed up in costumes and spend the evening “trick-or-treating” in their neighborhoods. After trick-or-treating, most people attend parties with neighbors and friends. At the parties, many games are played, including “snap-apple,” a game in which an apple on a string is tied to a doorframe or tree and players attempt to bite the hanging apple. In addition to bobbing for apples, parents often arrange treasure hunts, with candy or pastries as the “treasure.” The Irish also play a card game where cards are laid face down on a table with candy or coins underneath them. When a child chooses a card, he receives whatever prize is found below it.


A traditional food eaten on Halloween is barnbrack, a kind of fruitcake that can be bought in stores or baked at home. A muslin-wrapped treat is baked inside the cake that, it is said, can foretell the eater’s future. If a ring is found, it means that the person will soon be wed; a piece of straw means that a prosperous year is on its way. Children are also known to play tricks on their neighbors, such as “knock-a-dolly,” a prank in which children knock on the doors of their neighbors, but run away before the door is opened.







Posted September 22, 2015 by PapaBear in Family, History, Personal, Prose, Story

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~~ All Hallow’s Eve ~~   Leave a comment




It was a dark and stormy night.  Black and heavy clouds lumbered slowly across a dismal night time sky.  Lightning flooded the woods with light and slashed at defenseless trees.  Rain came in torrents, turning the earth into a quagmire. 


The scarred and heavy door to the decaying manse creaked open a crack….


Trick or Treat, Uncle Frankie !!!



It will soon be coming to YOUR house !!!



Posted September 17, 2015 by PapaBear in Experiences, Prose

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~~ Who Am I ? ~~   6 comments



I am the music of my soul

With horns and harps and strings

I fill myself with joyful things


I am the artist of my dreams

I dip my brush into the moon

And paint the sky with stars

019-blue-heart-love-emotion[1]I am the love that’s in my heart

My always gift to you

That all who see and hear and love

Will find their dreams come true








Posted September 8, 2015 by PapaBear in Other Art, Personal, Photo, Prose

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Ice Cream Moon   5 comments



It rose from the depths beyond the horizon

climbing slowly into the velvety blue heavens

An ice cream moon, sweet, but cold.






Posted September 4, 2015 by PapaBear in Uncategorized