Raised in rural east-central Illinois, I appreciate nature and the environment. I'm a father, grandfather, professional engineer, leader, researcher, coach, scouts leader, stoic, minimalist, costumer, historian, traveler, and writer.
Sounds for Samhain
It's the greatest time of year again! Autumn, the season that brings us Samhain, later dubbed Hallowe'en and Halloween. The Celtic origins of Halloween are not often studied or discussed by the masses, but it is important and interesting history. Delving into the topic and celebrating the part of my ancestry traced back to the Irish and Celts, I decided to share some fun things including favorite witches and vampires and items of information that will, hopefully, encourage and inspire readers to study Celtic and Irish history as well as the history of ancient peoples who lived in western Europe and originated traditions people take for granted and only recognize as commercialized party days today.
You will never guess how I spent spring break of my senior year in college. What's your best guess? Partying in Cancun? South Padre Island? Miami Beach? A volunteer project? Squeezing in a special-instruction course? Hanging out and relaxing back home? Hiking in the mountains? Graduation party planning?
My feet are up The dog has been fed There is a fresh hairball On my side of the bed I will stay in my chair And finish my drink
The Home Front
Home is where the heart is and where loved ones reside. Home is where you walk and wonder and where you may reside.
Family, friends, loved ones, a home site, farm, continent, nation, state, territory, island, community, school, neighborhood,
The beauty of winter had long since melted away from the countryside. The surface of the little pond that had been frozen months ago calmly reflected images of the trees growing tall along the opposite bank. The stillness of the surface of the water was only interrupted when the boys cast their lines and the bait and bobbers hit the water. Momentarily more interested in the cookies, slices of chocolate cake, and orange pop Grandma sent with them, Theodore and Oliver let their bobbers rest quietly in the water.
The early winter storm brought several inches of snow. A beautiful blanket covered the fields and decorated the boughs of the trees. The roof of the old barn sagged a little under the weight of white snow that beautifully framed the fading red of the vertical planks of siding on the old barn. Morning sun and cold air combined to create icicles hanging from the eaves of the little white house snuggled into the edge of the woods. The rails of Grandpa's pioneer fence of lashed limbs lined with fresh snow and tree-trunk fence posts with white tufts atop each one added a rustic detail to the bucolic scene. Grandma's flower kettle was mounded with snow in place of her summer marigolds. The yard that had been glowing green and yellow with flashes of light from fireflies was now covered by that beautiful white blanket. Nature's fury painted a picture of beauty draped in a wonderful way upon the features of the farm and the woods around it.
It was a beautiful June evening. Theodore and Oliver finished their slices of chocolate cake after supper and asked Grandpa to tell them the story about the bull at the fair again.