Day 90 CJSM

Day 90

 

Watching “The Lone Ranger” with Bapa

 

Simple! It seems to always come down to that determination-conclusion. Hmm!

Yeah! Baby! I have a self-determined set of values which I demand adherence to by my behavior; it is as simple as choosing a diet. Right or wrong. Good or evil. Left or right, Black or white. Up or down. Reality is regardless of what anyone may choose to espouse, embrace or, even, acknowledge. Truth just happens to be “constant”, not subject to the winds-of-whim.

If one holds an opposing conclusion, that Truth is whatever I say it is becomes an evident lie.

Such il-logic conclusion belies “Truth” lessening any value to a hypocritical determination. Thus, no empirical “reality” is possible as the virtue can never be defined when opinion advises.

Maybe they are completely correct in a determination that I am, in fact, The Village Idiot.

Well! If so, my personal “Congratulations” to them; finally, they got something right! Voila!

I practice “simple” in my assessments, determinations, conclusions, values, virtues and life.

“Oh!” Comes the eternal protest, “I could never live like that! Oh! Dear!

My simple, truthful reply “I can’t live any other way! Thank you! For confirming humility.”

“Fear not! Follow me!” The condensation of the tome we call “The Bible”. Gee! Simple!

So? From where do these perceived obfuscations of The Village Idiot stem?

Well! Now! Just to be consistent, which Truth-defined is, these derivitives have to be Simple!

How about this: A loving Family! A solid foundation in Faith! A celebration of Freedom!

And, I did not have thousands of dollars of “zombie-inducing” toys growing up; I had something much better and utilitarian: An active imagination! One which I practiced perpetually. Simple! Hmm! I found Truth! Justice! The American Way! To stir the spirit and cleanse the soul.

Beginning to conclude that such determination is “insane”? Perhaps. The jury may be out?

But, mankind’s eternal search for an elusive “happiness”, seldom accomplished, questions it.

We did not have a T.V. until I was about ten years old, but, the neighbor did and the housekeeper there, an old maid with a gentle heart, Mary, took a liking to the little taw-headed boy from across the street and let me watch her employers set; she taught me to tell time, also.

I loved the evening news with John Cameron Swayze as he reported on the Korean War; I was five or six, then. Also, I found some “real” American heroes on that tiny black and white screen which drifted and blended into my psyche, permeating a developing reverence-kind soul and soaring a purposely wild-spirit. Fittingly for the rebel, rascal, rogue, recalcitrant, these larger-than-life heroes just had to be---(are you sure you’re ready for this?)...Fictitious!

The Lone Ranger!---Superman! The personification of: Truth! Justice! The American Way!

With their able association, we, served the people with perfect conclusion! Amen!

Hopefully, by design, I instilled these measure-treasures in my progeny---by…Example.

Sure, we watched The Lone Ranger and Superman episodes, together with commentary.

So? What do I “do”? Hmm! Well! I study and, hopefully, learn something new each day; with a “demented” humor, always making self the butt of the joke, I try to offer smiles to people; I continue to add to the 10,000-plus number of trees I have thus far planted; I practice generosity, make understanding of “right-value” a possible “virtue-practiced” with exemplar determination.

There is more, but, it seems evident that my heroes were “worthy” of my attention-emulation.

None of this is reflective of my being, rather it serves as a sacred accolade for toward others.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar “Simple” Sweet Memories!

Author’s Note

 

 

 

Day 90 concludes Book I of a series of four; tomorrow we begin the next episodes.

“Thank you!” Our family! For this Cookie Jar Sweet Memories delight! A “Great” gift!

We love each of you more than life. I pray this little tribute to you displays that love!

 

Thank you!

 

Love,

Nanny & Bapa---always, and…forever!

About the Author

 

 

 

 

Carl E. Schuler was born in Nashville, Tennessee, on January 2, 1947. At age nineteen he married his life-love, his soul mate, the beautiful, Lady Candice Leah, his Angel. Two daughters bless their lives: Catherine Elizabeth (Evans) and Rachel Rebecca (Baur). Beth is an attorney; Becky holds a Civil Engineering degree and is CEO of an internet company (padilly,com). Four perfect grandchildren have added infinite love to their family: “Handsome” Z. Tyler, 29; Lauren Victoria, the “Little Professor”, 15; Alexandria Elizabeth, “Lexli-Lu”, 13; and, Anna Marie, our blondie “Annie Rie”, also, 13. Zachariah and Lexi are siblings; Lauren and Anna are sisters. Each is saintly, following in their Nanny’s exemplar demeanor, emulating her elegant class.

Our “girls” are beautiful, talented, angelic, loving, as is our Z. Tyler-man. The young ladies are into horses displaying aptitude for equestrian events: dressage, stadium jumping, cross-country and fox hunting. Z. Tyler excels in sporting endeavors; each is an exemplar person. I am proud of them, blessed to know them, love each more than life. Thank You for them! Lord!

 

A quote from the author: “On a 1990 blizzard day west Kit Carson-way, I offered a hungry pilgrim all my spare change, about ten dollars. He was skeptical at my approach, reluctant to accept my charity. Upon reflection, I should have done better by giving him the new coat I had recently purchased; the old ragged blanket he carried was tattered and torn and terribly thin.”

 

All we have to offer is Good! toward one another

The very best we bestow is Love! to each other

 

Honest! Humble! Humor! All worthy intent sought

Offer miles of smiles with pointed-purpose thought

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus contemplate!

Vigilant be! Not one future be ever late!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really…is

In one eternal instant the only mercy judgment will be…His!

Amen!

 

Blessed are the meek! Indeed!