He came to Lake Dallas Texas and took me fishing on my 5th birthday, Did not see him again for many years after that day. I always liked this picture, as you can tell it's been carried around a lot!
Friday, February 29, 2008
My Dad and Me 1959
He came to Lake Dallas Texas and took me fishing on my 5th birthday, Did not see him again for many years after that day. I always liked this picture, as you can tell it's been carried around a lot!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Life / Death....Light
As for a man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
Life is neither a good nor an evil; it is simply the place where good and evil exist.
Children begin by loving their parents: as they grow older they judge them: sometimes they forgive them.
Father: Carroll..... Feb 2008
Wife/Mother: Rosemary...... Feb 2008
Ask, and it shall be given you: seek, and ye shall find, knock and it will be opened unto you.
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Monday, February 4, 2008
The Mole
I am a traveler,Experienced and practical.
“I tell you categorically there is no such thing as light”
Said the mole….
Hello
I am at work so cannot think or take to long!
Wish I were out in the woods or somewhere far away.
In my mind I am most always somewhere distant and wild.
I am never far away from my place in the wilderness.
I fish every stream again and again each time I get a moment to myself.
I walk old paths; see the forests game trails that only I think I can see!
I sit on a high and lonely cliff and look off into the woods.
I whistle to my dog that has been off on her own all day.
She sits and we share a quiet bite to eat, then off we go, she to explore!
Me to search for new fishing holes or a large growth of wild ginseng.
That’s it as I go back into the real world.
My old dog is long dead, the woods are far away.
Phones are ringing, people are running about.
It’s there world where I am now.
If only they could know the places I have been.
I think most flatlanders could not know the beauty the contentment the tranquility the peace of being alone with only nature, miles from anything manmade!
God help us all....
Wish I were out in the woods or somewhere far away.
In my mind I am most always somewhere distant and wild.
I am never far away from my place in the wilderness.
I fish every stream again and again each time I get a moment to myself.
I walk old paths; see the forests game trails that only I think I can see!
I sit on a high and lonely cliff and look off into the woods.
I whistle to my dog that has been off on her own all day.
She sits and we share a quiet bite to eat, then off we go, she to explore!
Me to search for new fishing holes or a large growth of wild ginseng.
That’s it as I go back into the real world.
My old dog is long dead, the woods are far away.
Phones are ringing, people are running about.
It’s there world where I am now.
If only they could know the places I have been.
I think most flatlanders could not know the beauty the contentment the tranquility the peace of being alone with only nature, miles from anything manmade!
God help us all....
Friday, December 7, 2007
WINTER
I Love it, Winter is my favorite time of the year.
I seem to come alive as the weather turns coolder.
I like the cood mornings, the fresh crisp air.
I feel like doing more.
I have a daughter out there somewhere, I read her blog.
I have not seen or heard from her in eighteen years, I miss her!
I wish I could just get an email or phone call.
But for now I have found her blog (grandma sent it to me)
So, I read it each and every day.
It is like we are two of the same.
She writes her feelings and they are the same feeling I am having.
It is really amazing the things we have in common.
I love her so much it hurts.
Winter!
I seem to come alive as the weather turns coolder.
I like the cood mornings, the fresh crisp air.
I feel like doing more.
I have a daughter out there somewhere, I read her blog.
I have not seen or heard from her in eighteen years, I miss her!
I wish I could just get an email or phone call.
But for now I have found her blog (grandma sent it to me)
So, I read it each and every day.
It is like we are two of the same.
She writes her feelings and they are the same feeling I am having.
It is really amazing the things we have in common.
I love her so much it hurts.
Winter!
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