Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour

This is but a stop on the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour

Welcome to my blog lodge, we have a lot of fun here. So join in the fun and after you have enjoyed this little treat. Please sign the comment book so we can make you next visit better.

I would like to extend a special welcome to the folks that have arrived here from 5. Kate & Ashley - http://backofthebookreviews.com/

I hope that you have had fun and without further ado please read on. Have fun.

Theme - A World without Books

I don’t think there is such a place.  I love to go out in the wild and open wilderness even there are books. 

Not the kind bound and written on paper, the kind that are written on the ground, on trees, the rocks, the streams, even the sky. I hear some say there are no books there. But that just because they don’t know how to look for them or read them.  There is story written called “Down by the Water Hole.” 

It a fun story with many character. There is a big buck deer, and a couple of does, a raccoon and otter, frog, ducks and geese’s, and a snake in the grass. There are the stories written by the rain. I have read stories of love writhen on trees, stories of strife, story of territories, and stories of I’m bigger then you are, written by some illiterate bear. There are Stories of battle, stories of I was here, all written on trees. 

Every rock has a story if you know how to read them. There more books out here than in the libraries of congress.

Back before time man wrote on the walls, ha, ha, somewhat like over there on face book.

 But they were hard to pack around in your hip pocket. One of the first books that were portable was the walking stick, sometimes called the taking stick. The stories written there were adventure and travel, the history of a people. Some found these books very educational, many have been spoiled by it. 

These books held I lot of information a lot like the PDA’s and cell phones of today. They were highly prized symbol of power that was pasted on to the next generation.

talking stick

Down in Arizona there is a kangaroo mouse that carries a walking stick. In the hot desert sun, they can be seen running around with their stick. They will run across the hot sand, about twenty feet, then stop and put the stick down and stand on to keep their feet of the hot sand. If you are quick you can grab the stick, the mouse will lie down and die if you don’t give it back. There can be sticks all around him but he won’t pick one up. When you put the stick back down he will grab it and run off to stop and rest on his stick. I have looked at their sticks and there are marks they have made on them.

 I don’t read mouse writing.  So I don’t know what stories they tell on their talking sticks.

This is stop number six on the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour, a tour of a world with book. I hope you have had a great time here in a world without books.  Thank you for your visit and God Bless

The next stop is 7. Shaeeza - http://shaeeza.blogspot.com/

Here is the itinerary for the tour.

Tour Theme - A World Without Books

1. Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
2. Kriti - http://kriti-howaboutthis.blogspot.com/
3. Sonia Rumzi - http://soniarumzi.com/
4. Paula - http://hardlineselfhelp.com/
5. Kate & Ashley - http://backofthebookreviews.com/
6. Roy - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
7. Shaeeza - http://shaeeza.blogspot.com/
8. Anna - http://annalwalls.blogspot.com/
9. Lisa - http://misclisa.blogspot.com/
10. Jessica - http://findingonesway.com/
11. Corinne - http://www.everydaygyaan.com/
12. Nicole - http://riverarunsthroughit.blogspot.com/
13. Tosh - http://totsymae.com/
14. Desiree - http://www.desireeholttellsall.com/
15. Shelley - http://bookfare.blogspot.com/
16. Tessa - http://tessadick.blogspot.com/ 
17. DK Levick - http://dklevick.wordpress.com/
18. La Vonya - http://www.Battered-not-broken.blogspot.com/ 
19. Janet - http://jlbcreatives.blogspot.com/
20. Jim - http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/
21. Linda - http://bookorbust.blogspot.com/
22. Sibylla - http://divaluscious.com/category/mad-moms-manifesto/
23. Amber - http://wosushi.wordpress.com/
24. Lori - http://www.girlparker.typepad.com/
25. Neil - http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com/
26. Tina - http://tinahoggatt.wordpress.com/
27. Babz - http://lovebabz.blogspot.com/
28. John - http://jmountswritteninblood.com/
29. Violet - http://rhiannonpaille.blogspot.com/- 
30. Dora - http://blogaliciousblogs.blogspot.com/

                                                   Thank you and God Bless

Fridays 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 Sarah-Jane.

They are hard to fill.


There was no link to the story behind this photo.  I am up dating this post with a link. its not about these boots but in away it is. so please go there and read it all. it is a story my dad would want you to know. I am sure he would have done the same. http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-completely-different-today.html

thank you and God Bless

lot of fathers

When I get to thinking back about my dad I remember that he worked a lot generally 16 hours a day seven days a week.  He worked for the Union Pacific railroad five and sometime six days a week.  Then he would come home and work on our farm or go help someone with their troubles.  This meant that he was not home a lot. So who took his place as father?  Well there was grandpa, my uncles some friend of my dad and a neighbor or two. All these men help me grow as a man. Many had no responsibility for me but they were there to help my dad be a father.  My dad was well known for his hard work and being a friend to all and any who need a friend.  Dad would hear of some fruit that need someone to go pick and he would round us kid up and we would go pick fruit. We would keep some for our self but dad would find homes for what was left over.  He would go and work down at the stockyards loading cattle in box cars, or help moving stock threw the auction barn. I guess you can’t take the cowboy out of a man by moving in to a city.  About those other fathers they all help me. They show me what a man was suppose to do. My dad did not preach to me he show me by doing. The other men would tell me to do as my father.  To be honest and hard working, help those in need of help; give an honest day work for an honest day’s pay.  Be true to your word, and keep it. I heard of and know people who never knew their father but if they look around there has been someone who has been a father to them.  I hear the terms, step father, Foster father, my mom boyfriend, if these men step-up and try to be a father. Then I say loose the term and call them dad, daddy, pa, or pop. I know you will feel better and they will work hard at being a father.

How many fathers do you have?

thank you and god bless

The Pain of the Plane

First I would like to say thank you for all your comments and congratulations to the award honoree.

The Pain of the Plane

I guess I was seven or maybe eight when my dad bought one of them plastic model airplanes for me.  Now I have always been crazy about airplanes and finding one on the kitchen table was, my wildest dream come true.  My uncle who was about twelve year older had model planes all of his room.  I wanted to play with them, but that was a “no-no”, but this one was mine.  I wasted no time assembling it. I was proud and excited that I had put it together.  It was a P- 40 Warhawk like the ones that flew over our place in formation going to hill air base.

Now my dad was out plowing the north forty and I just had to go show him what I had done. I ran as fast as that plane could fly.  Dad stopped Johnny pop that is what we called the old one lung john deer tractor, when he saw me coming, running, and screaming with the excitement.  I guess he thought there was some trouble.  He got off the tractor and met me half way.  He was concerned that something was wrong.  I showed him the plane and bragged at my accomplishment of building the plane and was saying thank you for getting it for me.   I saw the worry leave his face and disappointment and sadness take its place. Then he said with a smile “You did a good job but I want help you put it together.” I saw a little boys dream die that day.  My dad and I had many more time to enjoy and have fun doing thing together, but if I could I would go back and wait for him to help me build it I would in a heartbeat and savor a little boys dream. That moment is loss forever just like the model I don’t remember what happened to it after that day, I never play with it after that day.

If you could what moment would you relive with your dad what would you change?

Thank you and god bless.