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May the New Year bring you joy and happiness….,

And may all of your dreams come true

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Posted December 31, 2016 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

~~ The Day After ~~   3 comments

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Brought this one out of the archives for one more run
Just because I like it and it was a lot of fun !

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‘Twas the day after Christmas

And there on the sand

With his eight tiny reindeer

All lookin’ so grand

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That jolly old elf

With a drink in his hand

Was stretched out on the beach

And gettin’ a tan.

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There was no denyin’

He was havin’ some fun

After the whole night a flyin’

The year’s work was done.

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See y’all next Christmas – S.C.

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Posted December 25, 2016 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

~~~ Three Red Marbles ~~~   2 comments

This is a re-blog of a post of mine from 2012. 

It deserves another exposure to the sun, especially in the Holiday Season. 

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Three Red Marbles

 By W. E. Petersen
This story first appeared in the October 1975 Ensign Magazine

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One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

      I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

      Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and  the ragged boy next to me.

     “Hello Barry, how are you today?”

     “H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas … sure look good.”

      “They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?”

      “Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.”

      “Good. Anything I can help you with?”

      “No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.”

      “Would you like to take some home?”

      “No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.”

      “Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”

      “All I got’s my prize marble here.”

      “Is that right? Let me see it.”

      “Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.”

      “I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort  of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?”       “Not zackley … but almost.”

      “Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.”

      “Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”

      Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.  With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,  perhaps.”

       I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.

      Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

      Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts … all very professional looking.

      They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes  followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

      Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. “Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size … they came to pay their debt.”

       “We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.”

      With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.

      Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

 

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 GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY

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Posted December 23, 2016 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

~~~ December’s Angel ~~~   Leave a comment

Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory

of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman

who chose to share her love with me.

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At the beginning of December

Conversations turned to snow

It was always in her questions

Wherever we would go

I promised I would take her

So that finally she would know

But angels came to take her home

And she never saw the snow.

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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest.  I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”.  A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other. 

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In memory of Gayle Marie
12/10/1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky.

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~~~ My Holiday Blessing to All ~~~   1 comment

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May

the wind

always be at your

back.  May the cold of the

world never reach the warmth of

your heart.  May all of you realize and

share in the joy and happiness of the holiday

season

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Posted December 23, 2016 by PapaBear in Personal, Prose

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~ Christmas ~   Leave a comment

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~ The real reason for the Season ~

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Posted December 22, 2016 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

~ Celebrate ! ~   3 comments

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To my many friends all around the world, may this holiday season bring you all of your favorite wishes come true.

My wish for all of you is for Happiness, Peace, and Love in the greatest measure possible.

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Posted December 21, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, Family, Personal, Prose

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