This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.
Happy Veterans Day!
Thank you for your bravery.
“The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
~J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
“I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.”
~J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Beware of the person who can’t be bothered by details.
Never neglect details. When everyone’s mind is dulled or distracted the leader must be doubly vigilant.
I’ve been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.
Can anyone identify what this close up detail is part of???
Last month I took a little tour around my old home town; I haven’t been there in a long while.
The first place I stopped was the town square; a pretty little park right in the middle of everything. I remember shooting bottle rockets across the park, and Santa arriving on a flat-bed truck to hand out paper sacks filled with candied orange slices, peanut clusters, apples, and other candies. I remember walking on the wall as we passed by on the way to the grocery store; I fell off that wall once while carrying an arm full of glass Coke bottles that we were returning for the deposit. In high school we’d sneak away from the school at lunch and buy junk food and sit in the park to eat, it instead of eating the school lunch, the principal didn’t seem to mind too much. And as teenagers the most exciting thing to do was toss the frisbee around the park while the boys drove round and round.
I also found the very first house I have memory of living in. It’s not actually the first place I lived; it’s just the first one I remember. It’s standing strong and up for sale! I will never figure out how all of us ever fit in that tiny little place.
I ventured by the old corner store. I remember walking down there with my older sisters to get a Coke. It’s long closed and the old building on the edge of town is beginning to fall down.
My main goal of this little tour was to visit my Aunt’s old house. No one lives there now, and it is in need of repair, but walking around the old place with my cousins I could almost see the garden filled with fresh tomatoes and see ol’ Pistol the Shetland pony in his pen. We tried to look into the windows but most of them were covered with cloth or cardboard to keep Nosy Nellies out. I do hope that someone gives that house a lot of love and care soon.
I had a good time on my little tour around my old home town… but like they say
“you can’t go home again” and I’m not even sure I’d want to.
My Childhood Home I See Again
~by Abraham Lincoln
My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that’s earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light…
…Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well…