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Friday, June 17, 2011

lot of blog on tour

Welcome to another tour of blog-a-Licious blogs

Tour Date - 18 June
Theme - The Book That Inspires Me Most
Books inspire, Wow! Let me think on this a bit. There is of course there is the bible, and then there are all my school texts books.  Well there are my tech manuals and a complete works of Horace. There is a book I have of tales by some brothers Grimm’s it has a tattered look it might be a book that inspires a look. Then there was this fellar by the name of René Descartes’ ah I think therefore I am inspired.  And there was one that was read to me a little engine that could.  

Inspire me?  I don’t know which one there so many. There is a book that I am inspired to write but I have not finished it yet.  There is the biography of Thomas Edison, Ben Franklin, Sir Isaac Newton, and a long list of men of science that have inspired me.  I keep going over the list and I keep coming back to the one that still inspire me today. I am sixty years younger the then I was read the story and it still inspires me. Yep the little engine that could. Here is the plot copied from wiki.

In the tale, a long train must be pulled over a high mountain. Various larger engines, treated anthropomorphically, are asked to pull the train; for various reasons they refuse. The request is sent to a small engine, who agrees to try. The engine succeeds in pulling the train over the mountain while repeating its motto: "I-think-I-can".
The story of the little engine has been told and retold many times. The underlying theme however is the same - a stranded train is unable to find an engine willing to take it on over difficult terrain to its destination. Only the little blue engine is willing to try, and while repeating the mantra "I think I can, I think I can" overcomes a seemingly impossible task.
An early version goes as follows;
A little railroad engine was employed about a station yard for such work as it was built for, pulling a few cars on and off the switches. One morning it was waiting for the next call when a long train of freight-cars asked a large engine in the roundhouse to take it over the hill "I can't; that is too much a pull for me," said the great engine built for hard work. Then the train asked another engine, and another, only to hear excuses and be refused. In desperation, the train asked the little switch engine to draw it up the grade and down on the other side. "I think I can," puffed the little locomotive, and put itself in front of the great heavy train. As it went on the little engine kept bravely puffing faster and faster, "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."
As it neared the top of the grade, which had so discouraged the larger engines, it went more slowly. However, it still kept saying, "I--think--I--can, I--think--I--can." It reached the top by drawing on bravery and then went on down the grade, congratulating itself by saying, "I thought I could, I thought I could."

 Now then there other blogs on this tour that just might have a book that may inspire you here is the list of blogs on the tour.
I hope the little engine can inspire you to leave a comment I think you could. So thank you for your visit and comments have fun on the tour and come on back and sit a spill.
Thank you and god bless

the rest of the story

same order same age

a Friday moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A photo – no words – capturing any moment from my past travel experiences. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment you want to pause, savour and remember.

“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by 

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what do you see?
thank you and god bless

my grand father                                                                                                   me

Thursday, June 16, 2011

lot to fathers

my son, grandson, and me

First of all I want to say thank you to all who have commented here on my blog. Your words have inspired me to keep writing. I try to write from my heart and soul and give all I can. 

Today’s post is still on the topic of fathers.  I was lucky or bless with very good one.  I know there are many men; too many, that don’t answer the call to be a good father.  It is not as easy as a roll in the hay, its takes heart and bravery hard work, fear of doing wrong. The first twelve years of  a child’s, your child , life is the hardest and the most joy, helping and molding that little one into someone that he/she can be proud of, to be a better person then you are. The first time a father holds his child he forgives the future and takes the responsibility for it.

I have seen and known men that with a lot of bravado, being macho, who think it is being a father to beat his wife and child.  A man is born to a legatees of fighting to protect his family, providing food and shelter, spearheading, searching the path in the abyss of life, and fear of the unknown. Is it the scent of death the fear of being killed or having to kill that terrorizes these men? The men who fail be being a father knows this all too well. They bring home fear to a love starved family.

The stories of hero’s, knights in shining armor, gun toting cowboys, solders fighting bravely to save the day. The battle that a father fights to win is putting a meal of love, understanding, compassion, hope and faith on the table.  On the battle field a solder will stop and aid his fallen comrades’. This makes him a hero, as fathers we need to stop and help our fall fathers show them they can be heroes.  Maybe we can form a legion of fathers to support and train the new recruits and show them how to be real heroes and fathers.  

Please tell me what you think, how can we help young men be real fathers?
 Thank you and God bless.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Father’s hands

Father’s hands

I walk along the shores of time
Sponge down that scow from wrinkled brow
Till not a battle grow
Blooded scars stain and pine

Callous filled time has brought
 Askew the path of time
Lost forever youthful step
Banish play things all for not

Fog and mist imagined sight
Time has traced a weathered place
Furrowed valley thirst of tenderness
I walk along the shores of time

 thank you and god bless

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

lot of nightmares

WARNING this post may give you nightmares.

I first read this story back in 1968. I carried the news paper clipping in my wallet for many years.  I did a Google search and Bing, could not fine the original news article.  So I guess my memory of it will have to do.  I’m not sure of the date but it was a reprint in our local paper some time in 1968.
The story was about a young couple and their two boy ages 5 and 6 maybe I don’t remember for sure, the boys could have been older. The young family was out enjoying the wilder area around Rick’s or Dick’s cabin in Idaho.

 This picture is close to the one that was in the article.

They had setup their camp in the old cabin rolling out their sleeping bags, for sleeping on the dirt flood of the old cabin.  They went about their day living out a day of the pioneer that built the cabin; they did some fishing, some hunting with a camera, just a fun day playing cowboys and Indians. Doing some prospecting and living out their dreams of the pioneers. Evening came and they sat around the camp fire laughing joking and roasting hotdog and marshmallows. They listen to the sound of the crickets, frogs and maybe heard the owl hoot or a coyote’s howl.

It soon came time for bed, it had been a long day filled fun and adventure.  They retired to the cabin where they had setup their bed rolls, the boys hands a faces were washed and told to get in the sleeping bag. The boys shared one bag.  The boys being boys not settling down to go to sleep, giggling and saying he is pinching me. The dad told them to settle down and get to sleep. It was not long before it got quite and they all slept quietly the rest of the night.

The next morning they got up and build a fire the mother was fixing a Dutch oven biscuits and gravy breakfast.  The boys had not got up, after repeated call for them to get up the dad went in the cabin to wake them. He graded the sleep bag and dumped  them out. The horrors now reveled, the boys were dead and a big diamond back rattler rested on their bodies.

The story is true you can believe it or not I may have some of the details wrong but it did happen. So if you are out this summer and in an area where the wild things are use caution. Check out things you would overlook at home. Pay close attention to your kids they don’t know how to live with the wild things.

Thank you and god bless 

Monday, June 13, 2011

my mountain

My mountain

I looked out one sunny morning
I saw a mountain standing
On the horizon far away
What could measure its heights?

I looked out one stormy day
I saw a mountain kneeling
Beneath the clouds far away
The rain could not wash it away

I took out one sunny day
For the mountain far away
It was my guide every day
It kept me on my path both day and night

I looked out one night
The stars and moon shown
 On the mountain lighting bright
The snow that now covers its heights

I look out today
And see I was held in his hands near his heart
That mountain was a man
He was never far away, Fathers are built that way
I take this day and every day
And hope you
Hear me say
I love you

thank you and god bless father love you

Sunday, June 12, 2011

lot of loving

Lot of loving
Today June 12, 1967 marks a court decision that people of different ethnic back grounds could live as husband and wife.  Here is the story copy from

The Loving Story
The Wedding
Loving v. Virginia was an important Supreme Court case, but it was also the story of a real couple. Mildred Jeter and Richard Loving grew up in Caroline County, Virginia. They fell in love and decided to get married. Unfortunately, getting married was not as simple in 1958 as it was today. Mildred was black and Richard was white. There were laws that forbade people of different races to marry each other. This was true in many states, including Mildred and Richard's home state of Virginia. However, interracial marriage was legal in Washington, DC at that time. Therefore, they decided to drive to DC, get married, and return to Virginia to begin their life together.
This proved to be a short term solution. The law in Virginia not only forbade interracial marriage ceremonies, but it also forbade interracial couples from getting married elsewhere and returning to Virginia. One night, while they were asleep, the newly-married Lovings were awakened by the police in their bedroom. The Lovings were taken to jail for the crime of being married.
The Trial
When they went to trial, the judge found them guilty and sentenced them to a jail term of one to three years. However, the judge told the Lovings that he would suspend the sentence if they agreed to leave Virginia for a period of twenty five years. Given the choice between imprisonment and banishment, they chose banishment. The Lovings moved to Washington, DC.
The Legal Battle
The Lovings were able to live together legally in Washington, but they did not have an easy time. They faced discrimination everywhere. They were not able to rent property in most parts of the city, and they were often the target of racist taunting. Also, they were facing the emotional hardship of separation from their families. Life was both difficult and unpleasant for the Lovings in Washington. They were having difficulty supporting their children. In desperation, Mildred sent a letter to Robert F. Kennedy, Attorney General of the United States.
Mildred's letter was forwarded from the Attorney General's office to the offices of the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union) in New York. They took interest in the Loving's case and helped them find an attorney. Two lawyers, Bernard S. Cohen and Philip J. Hirschkop, also felt that the Lovings were entitled to be married and to live in the state of their choice. They agreed to work on the Loving's case for free.
Their case went through many levels of the justice system and their appeal was denied every time. Eventually their case appeared before the United States Supreme Court. The Court decided unanimously in their favor. Finally, after nine years of struggle, the Loving won the right to live together as husband and wife in their home state. In the words of Chief Justice Earl Warren, "Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides within the individual and cannot be infringed on by the State."
The Victory
The Loving's case not only won them their freedom to love, but it also granted the same freedom to every interracial couple in every state in America. At the time of the Loving decision, sixteen states from Delaware to Texas had laws banning interracial couples. Loving v. Virginia (1967) made it illegal for these states to enforce those laws. This ended a long era of laws that were enforced in forty-two states over the course of American history. These laws did not only apply to black people and white people; many states also restricted relationships with Asians, Native Americans, Indians, Hispanics, and other ethnic groups.
The freedom to love is something most of us take for granted. Like many other freedoms, the right for interracial couples to be together was fought for and won as a part of our civil rights. Many people see this as the longest-lasting part of the legal segregation that used to rule our nation. The Lovings, like Rosa Parks, played an important role in freeing us from laws that punished people for no other reason than the color of their skin.

How I am not all that sure that this applies to dogs and cats but I think that this should apply to all people who love one another. Yes gays and lesbians should be allowed to live as husband and wife.  When it comes to love it is best when it is shared.  I don’t think Christ would condemn them for their love.  Love is not about sex, race of religion.

What do you think?
Have a good loving day. Thank you and god bless

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