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Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day   4 comments




Many sites will tell you that the little trefoil known as the shamrock was once known as “seamróg“, pronounced “Seamroy”, meaning “little clover”. They also mention the fact that it is a very common clover that grows heartily in Ireland.

Many agree that the ancient Druids honored it as a sacred plant. The Druids believed the shamrock had the power to avert evil spirits. Some people still believe the shamrock has mystical, even prophetic, powers. It is said that the leaves of shamrocks turn upright whenever a storm is coming.

According to Lady Wilde, the shamrock “enlightens the brain and makes one see and know the truth“.

The ancient Irish Celts also revered the shamrock because it has three leaves, and they considered “3” to be a sacred number. The ancient Celtic Druids believed many numbers held mystical powers.

The three leaves shaped like hearts were associated with the Triple Goddess of Celtic mythology, otherwise known as the “Three Morgans”. The Triple Goddess represented the Triple Mothers, the hearts of the ancient Celtic tribes.

This Celtic tradition of honoring “3’s” continued in Ireland for millennia.


May the worst o’ yer problems

Be a peaceful sleep,

And sweet dreams.







~~ Satan and the Lord ~~   4 comments


A friend sent this to me on FB this morning.  I haven’t stopped laughing yet !!!!!



On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. “One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me,” said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me ….”

He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.


“Come here quick,” said the boy, “you won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!”

The man said, “Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.” When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.

Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”

The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord…?” Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done….”

They say the old man had the lead for a good half-mile before the kid on the bike passed him.




Posted October 2, 2015 by PapaBear in Humor, Prose, Story

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Things I’ve Learned   1 comment


These are just a few of the things I’ve learned and gathered into my version of life’s “book of knowledge”. 



Trust is not a gift and must be earned. 

Love is a gift not to be spurned. 

Trust carefully.

Love deeply.

Kiss slowly…, and mean it !

Give your heart, not just your words.

Live like today is your last – it may be.

Trust can take years to build, but can be destroyed in a thoughtless or careless moment.

Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me !

We were put on this earth to grow and prosper.  That doesn’t necessarily relate to money.

Life is short…, don’t waste time.  Live it!

Sometimes you’re given second, and even third chances.  Don’t abuse the gift.

You’re only as good as your word.

Lies and broken promises follow you like rabid dogs.

You can only make yourself presentable and available to love.  You can’t make someone love you.

When it comes to real love, actions always trump words.

When it comes to reality, examine with your mind and feel with your heart only after you see the true image with your eyes.

Don’t judge others too harshly until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.

Harsh and angry words are as dangerous and destructive as any knife or gun.

Family is not always related by blood. 

Your mind is a conservative.  Your heart is a liberal.  Your eyes try to moderate the two and arrive at a good compromise.  The heart wins more battles than it loses.

Few doors slam in the face of a generous heart.

Be gentle with yourself.  There are enough people out there who will be judgemental of you.

As you mature, thoughts and priorities change…, embrace the changes.  They’re inevitable.  Fighting them only leads to frustration.


There is so much more, but I’ll save that for another time.  I’m not trying to sermonize here, just sharing things I’ve found to be true.