Why are you here? Plus: CJSM Day 141

Premises: Choices! Conclusion: Reality!

 

 

So? In the logic-of-life---why am I…here?

 

Indeed! Your choices demand your conclusion!

Nobody to blame; You, my friend, did it---all!

 

But, thee knows not me circumstance! Oh! Wise-ass!

 

I need not---and…I make no value judgment; just Truth!

 

Any problems? Any issues? Any---solutions!?

 

No! I do not know your situation! I do not want to!

 

But, I know where to see the “cause” of any consternation:

Hold up a mirror to your nose and see the cause and solution!

You! Fix it! You caused it! With your choices!

 

The Truth shall always set you free! Try it! Even---just…once!

 

Maybe a humble smile at the idiocy practiced on your part!?

Perhaps a kind word instead of a scowl becoming natural!?

How about you embracing the idea of: Christian Charity!?

A true confession: Mea culpa! Mea culpa! Mea maxima culpa!

 

So? In the logic-of-life---why am I…here?

 

You! Your decisions and choices!

 

Fix it! Live with it! Do much better---right now!

 

You committed the transgressions that brought you here!

Admit them! Confess them! Repent! Resolve! Improve!

 

Nobody else served-up here; nobody else can relieve your pain!

 

Humbly give a simple nod and---reverently pray…Amen!

 

Should you humbly confess with conviction---

Tomorrow’s beautiful new dawn will be…

Gorgeous! Your eyes shall---see!

 

 

 

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Day 141

 

Mom & Zachariah doing counted cross-stitch

as they traveled across the country

 

 

Z. Tyler was our “shadow”-companion for his first five years with Beth in Law School; we sure enough enjoyed our little friend; wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As I have confessed my sin of “Gypsy-blood” transgressions, moving around and across the wide landscape like some “criminal” on-the-run (I really wasn’t---well…mostly!); we put some many thousands of miles under our belts and Z. Tyler rode “shotgun”, on Nanny’s lap. “modern” man with his erudite, sophisticated, invasive laws would preclude such “child-endangerment” behavior today, but, “back in the day”, old Carlos-the-renegade made his own rules. (Still do!)\

Candy is quite the seamstress, always has been. Sewed her own clothes as a child and made myriad outfits for our girls, even a winter coat for Beth. She taught Z. Tyler how to do counted cross stitch and as we traveled, they practiced the art.

The made a pillow and a Christmas stocking; an un-completed golf vignette is still held dear by Nanny; reckon we arrived at some destination before they completed it. She says she will finish it and give it to him for Christmas. What a delightfully “great” idea!

We learned early on to “make our own fun”. There is no time for boredom! Let the spirit soar!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “1 – 2 –3 count” Memories!

 

 

Day 140 CJSM

Day 140

 

 

Shoe shopping at Weilbacher’s

 

 

Our little village had a department store which was housed in one building owned by two brothers and included groceries, sundries, fabric, hardware, jewelry and clothing, like Wal-Mart!

Lady Candice and I grew up in this “town” environment; it was a good place to live.

Our children benefitted from our experiences, including the tight-knit “neighborhood”.

The shoe department at our “General-type” store had a machine about 3’ x 4’ and 3’ high. It was an x-ray machine---Really!...you tried on a pair of shoes, slipped your feet under the front of the wooden box and peered through a view finder to see your foot inside the shoe for fit. Wow!

As kids, we often cut through the shoe department just to x-ray our feet; I still have both!

I do not recall any epidemic in town of “footless” citizens; maybe I just missed it!?

Our kids got a big kick out of the x-raying; they still have their feet, but can’t run too good!?

I jest as to that in the context of this vignette; they have nice shoes and run just fine!

All-in-all, I wouldn’t have missed this adventure (life) for all the tea in China!

Simple! And, Humble! I reckon that states my credo---and, maybe…my personality!? I pray!

Are “we” really so sophisticated that the apt label for our society is: Sophisticated Idiots!?

 

Ah! The “Good-Ole” days!?

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “innocence” Memories!

Day 139 CJSM

Day 139

 

 

An afternoon drive in the baby blue convertible

when Carl & Candy noticed Beth was awfully

quite in the backseat---only because she was

leaning out of the car to watch rocks bounce

off the wheels

 

Our pleasures were sure enough “simple”. Live! Love! Laugh! What a great life and time!

Sunday afternoon seemed reserved for a car ride; I had to have a convertible (Cool). I did!

With the top down and Beth in the back seat, off we’d go, making an adventure.

One fine sunny afternoon, little Beth got awfully quite in the rear seat. Candy looked back to find our precious cargo leaning over the side of the vehicle watching the road below as rocks from the shoulder flew into the tires. Great fun!? Thank God we learned a lesson that day.

It was our girl’s last ride in the back seat when the top was down.

Of course, my parents told the same story on me. When my uncle “Wild” Bill was screaming down the road and I was about three years old, Uncle glanced in his rear view mirror to see me, his only nephew (at the time) crawling out onto the trunk lid of his convertible! Wow! Déjà vu!

Beware! What goes around, comes around! Live and learn---I…hope!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Hang on” Memories!

Day 138 CJSM

Day 138

 

 

Beth using the yellow rope on the pillars

to drive her stagecoach when we lived on Park St.

 

Seems we were always able to: Make do!? No complaints; just an observation.

Beth was “horse”-crazy nearly all her life; some people like dogs and cats, she loved horses.

We sure enough had our share of pets, all kinds, and, better, we had---imagination!

I had an old yellow braided nylon rope that little Miss Beth commandeered as “long lines” for her “stage coach” she drove along the owl-hoot trail. She would tether the thirty foot restraint to one of the wooden pillars on our front porch, climb aboard the rail on the opposite side and pretend-play out some western scene in her mind. I sat in the porch swing and encouraged her fantasy, riding along (metaphorically) to win the west for Truth! Justice! America!

Hmm!? Wonder where my kids got those “ridiculous” ideas.

That Beth wanted a horse from early on was no secret. She watched the old T.V. series Fury with Joey and Pee Wee; when we took a ride, those boys and Fury came along kicking up the dust alongside our “modern” chariot. They never missed a single adventure.

She got that steed, and, several more, over the years. Great life! Thank you! Very much!

Yeah! I’m sure enough just a “make-do” kind-a guy, I reckon; sure have enjoyed the trail!

 

Fear not to dream; fear only not to dream big enough!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “anything is possible” Memories!

Alleluia! Happy Easter Plus Day 137 CJSM

 

Salvation Prayer

(a celebration song-of-love)

 

This prayer may be sung either of two ways in Praise! Honor! Glory!:

 

In staccato-cadence intent of purpose to electrify the spirit:

Or,

In whisper-soft sacred-soul transcending simple-humble Love!

 

 

Gone where is Abraham of Bible-times in Genesis-space?

Revealed his true Faith! With son-sacrifice offered-case

I was myriad centuries late for rendezvous with his face

 

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

 

Absent, too, brother “wild” Johnny-that-Baptist boy

Already baptized sweet Lord in river holy-water joy

Wild-honey locust wild-beast clad embraced spirit toy

 

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

 

Old Lazarus asleep so deep thought dead or such

Readied his tomb for burial, concluded too much

In “miracle-mode” his life reborn at Jesus’ touch

 

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

 

False-accusations with faux-trial defined His sacred loss

Fourteen challenges finally nailed Him to yon tree-cross

Proclaimed victory-over-death with a Resurrection-toss

 

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

 

God surely blessed America! From coast to coast!

We celebrate Freedom practiced Liberty the most!

Simple! Humble!-I! Bless me Father! Son! Holy Ghost!

 

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

In tender-heart reverence I pray His patient presence

 

 

Amen! Amen! Amen!

 

Happy Easter! 2017

 

 

 

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Day 137

 

Bapa & Nanny’s computer troubles

 

 

Careful! With that evil old “computer”! Nanny---learned…I hope!

One day, Nanny was searching for some web site and typed in an innocuous title (which I will not reveal---for…obvious reasons. Well!!!! What she got was a “porn” site! “Nanny! Really!”

So? Well! She never again revisited that site---anyway…not that I know of!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “live & learn” Memories!

 

 

 



Happy Birthday! Uncle Dennis! & Day 136 CJSM

Happy Birthday! Uncle Dennis!

(April 15, 2017---Celebrate!...Yea!)

 

 

 

Another Awesome Wonder-day in Cleveland-by-the-lake

A special sunrise on Dennis’ birthday. For heaven’s sake

That Simple-humble I might true-call intrepid-thee a friend

My blessing! Kind-Sir! Our Love on whisper-wings we send

Congratulations! Our Love!-ingredient added to your cake

 

 

 

Happy Birthday! “Young”-man!

(We wish you many, many more!)

 

God bless!

 

Love, Lovely Lady Candice Leah & Simple-humble me

 

 

 

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Day 136

 

Ice Hockey Games---16 years at rinks all over the Midwest

 

 

I wouldn’t have missed a second of it for all the tea in China! Fantastic!

That I love my family more than life, itself, ought to be self-evident. I confess: I Love you!

 Z. Tyler has talent to spare; Great!  at any, and all, sports endeavors. My sport is baseball; Z. excelled at that sport, but, his first true love is---Ice Hockey! He has been playing since he was six years old; now, at 29, he plays on “men’s” teams and still scores with the best of them.

 Our young man had quite the high school career and also, played in college winning the Silver Division championship one year. Quite the success; still, he remained humble.

I watched Mr. Z. Tyler pass myriad pucks to other team mates when he could have very easily taken the shot himself. When Z. was 7 years old he played for the Meramec Sharks team in Missouri. Even at that tender age, he had racked up a superior number of goals; getting “One” goal at that age would set many a boy, or girl, on cloud nine for years. Z. Tyler is: Humble!

 In a game, Z. had a breakaway. Chasing the puck towards an empty net, he slightly touched it and it went in. When the referee came up to verify his number, Z. politely told the official that he had not touched the puck and that the goal should be credited to his defenseman who had never scored a goal prior to that “gift”. (Not many adults would practice such “Christian-generosity”)

His Nanny knew what had happened and told me about it; Z. Tyler has never mentioned the occasion---not even…once. If I ever brought it up, which I won’t, he’d just deny it, anyway.

 He celebrated that “secret” goal with his cohort even more excitedly than the defenseman.

 Yeah! We traveled all over the Midwest in all the snow, ice and cold. Let’s do it all again!

 We still go to watch the athlete, on occasion. Softball, too. He is am avid golfer; talented!

 We spend an equal amount of time with our granddaughters, also. Piano! Violin! Drums! Chorus! Equestrian events! Riding lessons! And---on, and…on! Life---is…Good! Amen!

Thank You! Lord! For: Life! Love! Laughter! And, this almighty:  Family! Faith! Freedom!

Thanks! Guys & Gals! For allowing us to be part of the festivities! We love you!

Nanny & Bapa

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Celebration!” Memories!

 

 



Day 135 CJSM

Day 135

 

 

Latin Mass at St. Agatha’s

 

 

Lady Candice, saint that she is (angel---actually) never misses Sunday services. Me? I can take it or leave it. 1962 Vatican II, the Catholic Church Pope issued an encyclical (inspired by the Holy Spirit---supposedly); that year I left the church. My perspicacity proved to be accurate in determination and conclusion as that “fiat” brought about the very devastation of the priest and nun ranks. My Faith!---is perfect; my religious affiliation is…personal! Between me and God! None of anyone else’s business; not then; not now; not ever! Thank you!

I am of the opinion that if each takes care of their own salvation, they’ will have no time for me (or, anyone else, save---themselves). Redemption for my transgressions will busy my time.

We searched for over five years for a “place” to worship attending many denominations and various “non”-denominational cults, all, to no avail.

As a child, I revered the catholic faith; I even took the entrance exam for the seminary! Yeah!?

In our fruitless search for a “church” I told Candy about the reverence I knew as a kid; she politely listened to my tales and eventually, we tried Latin mass. Voila!

In a Catholic church in St. Louis name of St. Agatha’s, we found reverence; like the “old” days. Candy found the reverence I had espoused and became a devout follower.

A squabble over $7 million between the arch-bishop and a parish resulted in our priest at St. Agatha’s literally disappearing from the scene; St Agatha’s became the new church of the altercation over the evil-“money”. Once again, the church did not disappoint! We left---again!

Candy found a little log church in Cahokia, Illinois which is run by a German group of priests under the protectorate of a St. Louis Catholic Church---the reverence…was rediscovered! Amen!

The jury is out on the future of the Catholic Church; I see another schism like in the olden days. We shall see just how un-obfuscated my perspicacity really might be!?

In the interim, I attend Latin mass and worship with an intense reverence and celestial purpose. In Faith!---I am…satiated! Happiness! For me---is a choice…dependent only upon Truth! If my “beliefs” cannot stand focused scrutiny---somebody needs…correct beliefs. Amen!

So? I find myself back where I began---only, hopefully…a bit wiser this time around.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “We’ll see” Memories!