Thursday, March 5, 2015

Don't Fence Me In: The American Bald Eagle

I have been out there getting lots of fence photos so I could participate with TexwisGirl. I have some nice ones of farm land not too far from my home but I chose the Denver Zoo fencing in the American Bald Eagle. Sad to me to see such a magnificent creature fenced in but for whatever reason perhaps he/she is safer here. While at the zoo someone said the larger of the two eagles would be the female and the smaller guy is the male. I find these eagles so fascinating and they make me so emotional. They stand for strength and truth and things that are good.

Isaiah 40:28-31New American Standard Bible (NASB)

28 Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth
Does not become weary or tired.
His understanding is inscrutable.
29 He gives strength to the weary,
And to him who lacks might He increases power.
30 Though youths grow weary and tired,
And vigorous young men stumble badly,
31 Yet those who [a]wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will [b]mount up with [c]wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Paul Revere and Paul Revere and the Raiders

I waited a long time to post this one. My post for Alphabe Thursday to share with Miss Jenny is all about the letter P and I going to share my love for the poem The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere written April 19, 1860 and published  in 1863, this classic poem was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I love what the poem stands for, patriotism something sadly lacking in our world today where most tend to be politically correct and go with the flow and respect everything, even  things that are destroying our country because we refuse to hurt anyone feelings and do whatever no  matter if it is evil and vile.
Back in the time of Paul Revere (1735-1888) people were willing to lose their lives in order to move forward and live in freedom without fear. Twenty five years before the death of Paul Revere Longfellow published his poem. It is a lengthy poem, spanning 13 stanzas. It is beautiful and filling with meaning:

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."
Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

I am not making light of this poem but when my youngest son Nick and my grandson Colton were small I would bathe them with chamomille and lavender night time body wash, let them drink Sleepy Time tea. I would then sit down and start reading this poem. By the time I dramatically spoke the words in the second stanza those two were sleeping soundly.  They learned a little history as they nodded off to dreamland too. You need to take the classics and share them, our younger generations are so clueless about the past and important roles in our history today.
Many, many, years later Paul Revere Dick, a young man who grew up in Idaho founded a rock and roll band. He took the stage name of Paul Revere and eventually called his band the Raiders. Paul Revere, is the blonde gentleman in this photo, passed away October 4, 2014. It was a sad time for those of us who grew up singing their songs and falling in love with the hunky guys who played in the band. Paul Revere was a very saavy business man. He owned a barbershop and a hamburger stand by the age of 19. He was well loved in the rock and roll world and everyone called him the Mad Man of Rock and Roll! Paul told the corniest jokes ever and my generation appreciated him. I am sadden that they were never given the honor of being inducted into the hall of fame. Only Mark Lindsay (far left and Phil "Fang" Volk (next to Lindsay) are still living today. We lost "Smitty", Michael Smith, in 2001 to cancer (far left seated) and Drake Levin also to cancer in 2009 (far right wearing their tri-corner hat). Paul Revere gave the eulogy at Drake's service. Paul stopped playing for a few short years and took it up as quickly. He played for many years in Branson, Missouri. I have never heard an unkind word about him in all the years I followed them and fans adored him. He was a good down to earth fellow.
There were other band members throughout the years but Paul stood strong as the leader of his band. His only son Jamie joined him and played in the band. His good nature was loved by all who knew him and those who listened to his music. 
I hope you will visit Ms. Jenny and all those who participate in Alphabe Thursday. I enjoy visiting as many participates that I am able to visit and I also enjoy leaving a comment. I know it brightens my day and I hope it brightens yours too.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Love is.../Blue Monday

This is my honey when he is cooking. He is quite messy but he is an excellent cook. Today he made a huge pot of red chili so we can have something good to eat.
With all the cold wintry weather we have had I thought I'd share a pretty beach. Look how blue that water is and the warm sand....I love the sentiment here too. I am hoping we will get some sunshine after this last round of snow. It is suppose to last until Wednesday.

Stop by Sally's  and visit some blues today.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

A Pink Saturday Potpourri

When I heard Leonard Nimoy, the actor who portrayed Mr. Spock on the Star Trek series for three years passed away from COPD yesterday I felt sad. We are losing an entire generation of wonderful, talented people who entertained us for a long time. Not only was Nimoy an actor but he later directed, wrote, and photographed during his life time. I would say he lived a very full life. I quoted Star Wars on my Face Book page when I said "May the Force Be With You". We all know Spock used "Life long and prosper" and it was fitting in his true life as well as television life. But he was from the generation who watched Star Wars movies as well as the T.V.series Star Trek. RIP Mr. Spock, you entertained us well.
I took this sunset photo last night with my i phone while going home from  shopping last night. This poem written by Charlotte Bronte is perfect to pair with my photo. I hope you will visit Beverly and some pinkies today.

 Winter Stories
Charlotte Brontë (published under her nom de plume, Currer Bell, 1846)
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We take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.

And, haply, Death unstrings his bow,
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.

Existence seems a summer eve,
Warm, soft, and full of peace,
Our free, unfettered feelings give
The soul its full release.

A moment, then, it takes the power
To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour,
This life’s divinest glow.

But Time, though viewlessly it flies,
And slowly, will not stay;
Alike, through clear and clouded skies,
It cleaves its silent way.

Alike the bitter cup of grief,
Alike the draught of bliss,
Its progress leaves but moment brief
For baffled lips to kiss

The sparkling draught is dried away,
The hour of rest is gone,
And urgent voices, round us, say,
“'Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”

And has the soul, then, only gained,
From this brief time of ease,
A moment’s rest, when overstrained,
One hurried glimpse of peace?

No; while the sun shone kindly o’er us,
And flowers bloomed round our feet,—
While many a bud of joy before us
Unclosed its petals sweet,—

An unseen work within was plying;
Like honey-seeking bee,
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,
Laboured one faculty,—

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,
Its gloom and scarcity;
Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,
Toiled quiet Memory.

’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good;
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter’s food.

And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,
And Age brings Winter’s stress,
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
Life’s evening hours will bless.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

"O" is for Oldies But Goodies

I was a small child in the 1950's! The biggest recollection for me was the birth of my parents first born grand child, a boy no less! Butting in my business, trying to steal my crown from me! Oh, I remember the day they brought him to our house. He was so cute and small! Argh....making me mad! I was, after all, the youngest, the baby, the apple of my father's eye!

You can see that I was not a very happy camper when this fellow bolted into my world! My nephew Gary and I are five years apart! He is a wonderful guy but when he was a baby and later a rotten boy terrorizing me, I was not a fan of his! Check out those snazzy drapes my mama had! I think they were a 1950's staple and I would love to have them today! Memories.....
How about this 57 Chevy! It was a smooth ride. My father was a steel worker so all the cars he owned were made in the USA. Something unheard of today!
Myself with my parents, I was about three in this photo. Check out those dungarees! Woot Woot! My mother always wore a dress, it was a sign of the times. I fondly recall that tree behind us. There were two, one on  each side of the front lawn! My father cared for them so meticulously , I was sad when they were taken out after his untimely passing.
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. ~Leroy "Satchel" Paige

I hope you enjoyed my tour of oldies but goodies. Please visit Ms. Jenny and join other Alphabe Thursday participates.

Monday, February 23, 2015


I don't mean to sound down and out but today is the anniversary of the loss of my oldest sister Pat. So it has been a rough morning for me. Then I stopped by Michael's and decided to link up too! This is Boots, my best feline friend ever! I lost him in March 2012. He was as proper as a cat could be! Always a gentleman and never rude and obnoxious! He was like a person to me and made my time with him so memorable. Thanks for stopping by and thanks Mike for sharing with us.

 If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much. ~Mark Twain

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Love is.../ Blue Monday

With bitter cold temps and snowy and icy roadways, this is where we want to be! We got a little stir crazy today with the snow and it took a short break so we ran out and did a few errands and had lunch. By the time we were done the snow was falling and the temps fell to even colder and miserable so we headed home and this is where we want to be!
This was the amount of snow we had this morning at 7 A.M. It shows about 4.5 inches! Did you notice my ruler is clear with a touch of blue? Hope you will visit Sally and see more blues.
We stopped by Famous Dave's for a little barbeque yesterday, and I saw this display above our table. Do you see blue?
I caught part of Famous Dave's ad here and it has some blue in it too.
There was a lone blue shopping cart in the wintry weather yesterday at our local Goodwill store.
The Goodwill logo at their store is also blue.
The American Furniture Warehouse a short distance from our home. It is patriotic in red, white and blue!
Heading home from Denver yesterday and our I-25 sign is blue.

A Coors Brewery ad on a downtown billboard.
The downtown Goodyear store is painted in white and blue and yellow.
The bus station downtown is  painting with some blue too!
Even McDonald's billboard ad sports a blue background.

A billboard for ethanol shows football players in blue jerseys.

Old Glory shares her stars and stripes with some blue also.
A bright blue sign for a local business.
This blue car was merging onto the highway while I was snapping photos and my hubby was driving!

Ultimate Electronics closed down a few years ago but their building still stands out from the highway bright in blue and yellow.

I shared a  lot of blue. Now visit Sally and the other blue crew! Enjoy your week.