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55 Years and 6 Days   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.

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.
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.
In memory of Gayle Marie
December 10, 1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky…., 55 years and 6 days ago.

Good Night Everyone


Merry Christmas


Posted December 18, 2017 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Family, holiday, Memories, Personal, Photo, Poetry, Prose

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Stuff ‘n’ Things   3 comments



     Well, it’s been a short summer, but a longer time than I’ve had time to call my own.  What with a few short 2 day trips here and there, and projects around the house & yard, and….., well I never would have believed that grandkids could take up so much of my time!!!!!  Aside from the above, I’ve been fishing a bit…, and painting…., and doing a lot of readin’ and relaxin’, but not too much writing, as you’ve probably noted .  Other than being busy a lot, I’ve enjoyed it all. 


A color pencil work…..


….and a watercolor


Well, the clock is pushin’ on toward midnight here and I should probably be

calling it a day before my eyes slam completely shut so………

OK, OK….. goodnight everybody !!!

Frost Maiden   1 comment



Out in a snowdrift

No palace she keeps

In the deep chill of the winter

The Frost Maiden sleeps.

Snow Princess Asleep

Her eyes are as blue

As the deep winter chill

Her touch is as ice

She bends all to its will.


She comes in late autumn

Turning everything brown

The winter’s the cold sun

Cannot warm the ground.


With frigid north wind she defiles the land

Frozen rain and snow come from none but her hand

Desolation and bitterness are her cynical smile

And she leaves none to think other than she’ll be here a while



Stay warm, all.  The Polar Vortex is upon us !




~ Calling Card ~   1 comment






The eyes, and the smile

Only serve to beguile

Passed through my thoughts

But couldn’t stay

 Left a calling card

One summer day


After returning from the trip I was looking for some old documents in a storage

box and came across some very old b/w pictures.  This was among them.  I’d thought

it was lost forever.  Memories………… 🙂






~~ R ‘n’ R ~~   5 comments





 Before the trip had even begun, the butterfly bush started to blossom and

the swallowtails arrived by the dozen to avail themselves of the pollen and

nectar, then came the Red Admirals, and the Browns, soon to be followed

by a blue-black butterfly that I’d never seen before…, or maybe forgot about,

(I do that sometimes).  Soon, then, it was time to be on the road…, Ohio,

Pennsylvania, a little tip of New York, and down the turnpike to south Jersey.


On the way, we stayed in Bedford, a historic little town in central Pennsylvania that is loaded with

history, beautiful old buildings and homes, and loads of tradition.  On a Saturday evening could find

only one restaurant open and it was at a Bed and Breakfast nearly 5 miles from town.  Everyone in

Bedford had rolled up the streets and went to bed with the chickens.  I think that may have been the traditional part.  The B&B was a rustic old inn that

has been in use since the 1750s.

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Jean Bonnet Tavern and Giftshop


These are some of the historic homes and buildings in Bedford that date back to the 1700s.



Espy house was Washington’s headquarters during the Whiskey Rebellion.




The building above almost looks like it should be in the

French Quarter in New Orleans (the pic is from a post card from the shop there)



And then it was on to New Jersey.  I thought Pennsylvania would never end.  We continued on to the south Jersey Shore and set up housekeeping with in-laws for a week at the shore with wonderful sunny skies and warm (not hot) temperatures.  It was great


 This was the view from the deck of brother-in-law’s home.  The canal leads out to the Atlantic.

Fishing here was not so good because of a silted and muddy bottom and boat traffic.



After a day of rest and relaxation, and pizza and mussels, it was time to go touring.  This is an actual working

paddleboat that goes from the Barnegat River dock out the inlet to the Atlantic on a 2.5 hour tour, offering views of

wildlife, (mostly gulls and herons) and beautiful homes that have been built along the river – some are quite

old and some are very contemporary.

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During the cruise we had a nice seafood lunch and drinks, (well everybody else had drinks, I restricted

myself to my usual iced tea).  All in all, it was a nice, relaxing day.


During the week we took a side trip to north Jersey to see a 9/11 memorial park and while somewhat small,

it offered some meaningful insights to that sad event.

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Lest we forget !


Back at Barnegat Bay I surrendered to the temptation of some shore fishing on the bay.  Caught some Sole and

Bluefish which augmented dinner for the evening.


While I was there I encountered a “Rock Garden” which proved

somewhat interesting…….





……and on, and on, and on.  There were hundreds of them !!!


Finally it was time to head for home….., ugghhh !


Back home, arrival was greated by even more butterflies…..

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And so went the little sojourn of the PapaBear, while at home the Lily Cat waited…..


It’s time to settle down to some more serious writing.  I’ve been avoiding

it for quite a while.  Being serious is work ya know…., and work is another

of those “four letter” words I Itry to avoid.  🙂


I’m feeling a little bit Goofy tonight.  Could you tell ?



G’nite Everybody !





Posted September 8, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, History, Humor, Photo, Prose, Uncategorized

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~~ Wasps ~~   1 comment


This one is for all the ladies/girls out there.  A bit of  the lifetime of a wonderful, gracious, serious, and very funny lady who, for a short period of my life (during my career associated with aviation), privileged me with her friendship.  She along with all the other WASPS and 99’s are the stuff of legend for women in aviation.  Hope you find it interesting…….


Remembering an Aviation Legend


Suzanne Upjohn DeLano Parish died Thursday morning, May 13, 2010 at Smoke Tree Ranch in Palm Springs, California at the age of 87. Born in New York City on November 13, 1922, she was the daughter of Dorothy Upjohn DeLano Dalton and H. Allan DeLano, and the granddaughter of W. E. Upjohn. Suzanne was a well-known aviator who recently was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for her service in the Women Airforce Service Pilots during World War II. She was Co-Founder and Vice Chairwoman of the Kalamazoo Aviation History Museum (Air Zoo). She was also a member of the Michigan Aviation Hall of Fame and the Experimental Aircraft Association Hall of Fame. Suzanne was an accomplished pilot and performed aerobatics at air shows around the country. Suzanne was also an expert equestrian, talented actress and generous benefactor. She loved her family and embodied a zest for life, a passion for flying, a flair for cooking and a candid sense of humor. Suzanne’s mother and father, sister, Barbara, and brother, William preceded her in death. She is survived by five children, Barbara E. Parish of Grand Junction, Colorado; Katharine P. Miller of Richland, Michigan; P. William Parish of San Francisco, California; Preston L. Parish of East Jordan, Michigan; and David C. Parish of Seattle, Washington; 14 grandchildren, and four great grandchildren. A memorial service and reception for family and friends will be held at 4:00 PM on Saturday, June 19, 2010 at the Air Zoo. .



Sue’s Story

Had it not been for a fractured ankle, Sue might never have discovered flying. An avid and accomplished horsewoman at only 18, she was sidelined by a riding mishap. The doctor’s orders: no riding for six weeks.

Sue was an avid equestrian at a young age

Sue chafed under the constraints. Her mother finally suggested that her cousin might be able to arrange flying lessons as an entertaining sideline until she was back in the saddle.

Sue’s instructor was Irving Woodhams, who had a pilot’s license issued in 1926 and signed by Orville Wright. Teacher and student first met in mid-1941 at the Austin Lake airstrip, south of Kalamazoo. That first flight was the beginning of a lifelong passion for this remarkable granddaughter of Dr. William Erastus Upjohn, the founder and former president of the Upjohn Company (now part of Pfizer).

Fortunately for Sue, her family moved to a home near Phoenix, Ariz., at the end of 1941. That meant her flying and ground school lessons could continue under better conditions than a Michigan winter would allow.

Photo courtesy of Texas Woman's University

At the age of 21, she became a member of the Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP), an organization of female pilots formed to combat the shortage of pilots during World War II. Sue and the WASP paved the way for women in aviation, as they were the first women in history to fly American military aircraft. In 1944, she graduated in the WASP 44-W-6 class.

After graduation, she was shipped to the Army Airforce Instrument Instruction School in Bryan, Texas. While there, she flew the AT-6, the most advanced training craft of the day, with combat pilots who were brought back to the U.S. to learn new instrument flying techniques. In this capacity, she test flew repaired planes to make sure they were safe enough for highly trained (and prized) male pilots. As a WASP, she also served as a break-in pilot for new airplanes to make sure they were operating correctly.

Photo courtesy of Texas Woman's University

While the WASP were ready and willing for combat duty, they never entered hostile airspace. After the war, the WASP were disbanded. Sue wrote to every aviation company she knew of in search of a job as a pilot. She even approached her uncle, Donald Gilmore, then president of the Upjohn Company, for a job as a pilot. However, at that time, female pilots weren’t accepted in the aviation industry.

After marrying then-husband Preston “Pete” Parish, a former member of the Marine Air Corps, and starting a family, the couple began to collect airplanes. It was becoming clear that this airborne couple had a passion for flight, and they were looking for a way to share their enthusiasm about World War II planes with others who also enjoyed these historic flying machines.

Sue had a passion for aviation

Their chance came with a challenge from a friend: Start a museum, and he would donate his Grumman Bearcat. In short, they did, he did, and the rest is Air Zoo history!

During her lifetime, Sue logged more than 7,000 flying hours-quite the accomplishment for a nonprofessional female pilot in the male-dominated aviation industry. One of her favorite planes was a pink Curtiss P-40N Warhawk-an aircraft that she frequently flew in air shows around the U.S. That plane now hangs in the Air Zoo’s lobby.

When Sue fell off of that horse in 1941, she was studying to be a veterinarian. Think how different her world, and ours, would’ve been if she had not taken that tumble.


Click below to see more photos of Sue Parish.


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Sue became interested in aviation at a young age
As soon as she turned 21, Sue applied to the WASP and was accepted
Pete Parish and Sue jumping horses
Sue in her famous pink P-40N Warhawk
Sue's P-40N Warhawk now hangs in the Air Zoo's lobby

Notre Dame du Lac   2 comments

Friends from the east coast were here and asked for a tour of the Notre Dame university campus.  They, naturally, were impressed with all of the sports facilities, but were most impressed with the cathedral.  They had no idea what the interior might hold and were surprised by what they found.  Below are a few shots that highlight some of the wonder of the place……..



This is the famous “Golden Dome”.  It is not the cathedral as many think,

but the administration building for the campus, beautiful, nonetheless…..


Inside the cathedral, this is the main altar with its beautiful

multifaceted tabernacle.


This is the ceiling of one of the small side chapels.


A fresco above the altar of another side chapel.

(there are several small chapels aside from the

main body of the building).


The Pieta in a nave near the main altar


The old altar which is now used only for

small, special ceremonies.


The ceiling above the old altar.


The ceiling above the cathedral’s main altar.


“The Grotto”…, this is a copy of the famed grotto at Lourdes,

France.  While not as well known as the original, tens of thousands

of visitors come here every year.  On a quiet day, it’s a very peaceful place.



And this is the Complaint Department at

Notre Dame……, if you dare !!!