"Not-so-random" thoughts & Day 173 CJSM

 

Too often visits the "Pale rider"-Death-demon...

 

A universal offer of  Hope! Comfort! Inspiration!

through:

Live! Love! Laugh!

with:

Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

To wit:

 

 

Honor Lives!

 

Honor seems the conclusion of practiced Love!-Respect!

 

That we live Honor is a misnomer; rather than a

premeses to some end-conclusion, Honor  is that result.

 

When demon-death arrives as the pale-rider to

tap the next victim on the shoulder, the essential

lessons of the Bible: Fear not! Follow Me! come

to final meaning in understanding light-glow!

 

Too late, then, for lamenting transgressed-sin;

no time left to beg, to cry, to repent; only

that reality of the present-now---and…judgment.

 

If---thou lives Love!-Respect!---then Honor! Reigns!

 

In the dark-dead of night the icicle finger of demon-death

reaches out to claim a “victory” for the evil-one; to torment

the living left to cope with the insult of love-lost.

 

Such pernicious-evil leaves a void within the tender-

heart of Love-lost; to assuage the emptiness we pour

in love’s-respect to recompense: sacred-Honor!

 

But, me Fellow-believer! Turn the tables on the evil-deed.

 

Celebrate! Through bitter tears relive the Love!---come…smile!

 

For the demise has brought one Salvation with the Lord! Amen!

 

Honor! Life through pleasant memory, through time and space---

And…Love!-Respect! Preserving sacred-Honor!

 

Where ’ere they now repose, gone, surely, from among us,

give Honor! resurrected-life in celebration of Love!-Respect!

 

No “evil” can ever win if we should choose not to participate.

 

Allow “sorrow”-value evolve in Love!-Respect! to virtue sacred-Honor!

 

I wish thee well! I pray thee Peace! In Love!-Respect! of Honor!

 Live! Love! Laugh!---Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

Amen!



Plus:

Day 173

 

 

Where is Daisy? Where is Daisy?

Next day Daisy is found…she had

been loaded into the horse trailer and

locked inside. She never barked, just

waited for Becky to come back.

Daisy was such a good dog!

 

 

Becky sure enough loves animals; Beth, too. So do Candy and I and all our progeny.

Becky would play with Irish-setter, Daisy, for hours on end, delighted in the frivolity.

When I bought a horse trailer with a “timely” donation from Candy’s parents, Becky made the most of the addition. She trussed poor ole Daisy up with a horse halter and attached a lead rope so she could “practice” loading and unloading her “horse” in the new trailer. Great fun!

I reckon she was only about three or four at the time; we lived on the ten-acre “view” land.

One day we all got up and called for “Daisy” who turned out to be a “no-show”. We figured she was off somewhere on a great dog-adventure, unusual for her, and would return. Wrong!

We all went off to work and school and the babysitter; when we got home---no…Daisy!

We searched and called for hours. No luck!

Finally, Becky opened the door to the new horse trailer---and…there was our Daisy! Right where little Becky had left her “horse” the afternoon prior.

 

Thanks! Boys & Girls! For all the heart-warming memories!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “All’s well that ends well” Memories!

 

 





Thoughts & Day 172 CJSM

Advice!?

 

2 things I am cognizant of every day

and practice into positive-habit:

 

1)      Learn something “new”;

and,

2)      Make somebody “smile”!

 

Don’t forget to smile, yourself!

Amen!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Day 172

 

 

Bapa to the little girls, “Which hand?”

 

 

That “Santa Claus” theme seems to be quite pervasive in me.

Once I had a job (Oh! God! Not that) where I got a nice monthly bonus amounting from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars (usually in the hundreds, but, I did have my days).

Back in the day we did not have direct deposit and all such “sophistication”; I got a paper check and took it to my bank to deposit. The “bonus” money check I got in cash ($100’s).

When I got home, I’d roll up several bills in two piles and hide them in my clinched fists.

I’d call the little girls, hold out my hands with the money hidden, and say, “Which hand?”

Beth and Becky would each choose a hand and get the hidden $100’s; I enjoyed that trick!

When Z. Tyler and the “new” little girls came along, I persisted in my “Santa Claus” routine.

It wasn’t, and, still isn’t, always money; might be candy or ball tickets---or…you-name-it!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Which hand?” Memories!

 

 



Graduation & Thoughts & Day 171 CJSM

 

Graduation Congratulations!

(May 18, 2017)

 

My dearest Alexandria Elizabeth & Anna Marie:

 

Always that distant pinnacle in sight, the summit achieved

A mountain climber came, saw, conquered---diploma received!

 

Way back yonder, nervous challenge ole kindergarten-time

Discovered “learning” fun with curious-intelligence sublime

 

Grade 1 and 2 and on through years your mind voracious

An outlook-attitude of sacred-love universal-spacious

 

Always “that” smile proud-displayed for all the world

Beauty-intelligence quite humble whisper-wind swirled

 

Amazing! In your perfect time-space Love exemplar-fathom

Must know the “why?” to satiate that curious eternal chasm

 

Add, then, the myriad special talents adorning alluring packet

Music! Sports! Writing! Christian charity! Alone in your bracket

 

Proud! Be Simple-humble I to love thee unconditional-true

Among me precious seven-jewels holy-blessed I purpose-knew

 

Tomorrow? Another challenge ye shall encounter to deftly tame

Through this space, our time, I pray! Thee never fabulous-change

 

That anyone might evil-dare interfere with sacred-gift thou are

Confesses jealousy-purpose as paled in brilliant-light of thy star

 

Alexandria Elizabeth, another beauty-queen, rides like any wild-wind

My girls and boy-delight for life, if any bit of it I missed, I surely sinned

 

Anna Marie and her beau---charming-debonair…ole Zorro-horse

Proud-prancing tamed-beast suave-Argentine-equine, of course

 

 

In the tender years ye’ve traveled far to kiss the alabaster pale full moon

Your presence amongst us in Love-intent our special sacred blessing-boon

 

Congratulations! Me girls! A job very well done

Proud to know and love you; thanks for sharing---Fun!

 

Happy Graduation! All our love, Nanny & Bapa

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Momma allowed:

 

Only two kind that don’t look:

The blind---and…the dead!

 

Well! Now! I don’t need glasses---

and…I sure as hell ain’t dead!---not…Yet!?

 

Reckon that’s about as close to a

transgression-confession as I’ll ever get!

 Umm! Hmm! Oh! Yeah!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Day 171

 

 

Beautiful views of the bottoms

 

 

Our first house as a family was in town on a main thoroughfare; lived there three years.

Then, I found a building lot of 10acres. The property sat on a bluff overlooking Fountain Creek to the south and the Mississippi River valley to the west. The view was outstanding giving sight into the neighboring state of Missouri for quite some miles, maybe 20, or, so. Those sunsets were phenomenal and I sure enough shot up some number of 35 exposure 35mm rolls.

We had a gate in the back pasture which led to the bottoms and the levee along Fountain Creek for about six miles to the big ole Mississippi River. Many “full-moon” nights we invited our horse friends for a “Moon light” ride; one night we had sixty-three horses on the trail. Becky fell asleep in my arms on several of those rides when she was too small to mount her own steed.

We entertained ourselves; the “simple” things of life provided adequate enjoyment.

Things like birthday parties, bar-b-ques, swimming, day trips, photography, shooting, fishing and hunting. Faith! Family! Freedom! Makes the “Good” life an easy accomplishment.

Often, we took car rides in the river bottoms along the bluffs; sometimes we had a convertible, adding more “fun” to the outings. Fall was, and, is, my favorite time of the year although I’d be hard pressed to make any determination not to be excited by any season. Even dreaded Midwest summers with wicked humidity has seemed to slacken in its torment.

Snow might just be my favorite Mother Nature treat; I love a good thunderstorm, too.

Whatever she dishes up, I’m “all-in”. Life is “Great”! And, whatever you decide to make of it.

 

Celebrate! Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “life” Memories!

 

 

 

 



Thoughts & Day 170 CJSM

 

2 things happen when you grow (Oh! God! No!) “old”:

 

1)      Your memory goes;

 

And,

 

b) Uh!---er…I forgot!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

Day 170

 

 

Going for a ride to look at lights in hopes

That Santa would come before church

 

 

  They say the 4 phases of “Santa Claus” are:

 

1)      I believe in Santa Claus;

2)      I begin to wonder about Santa Claus;

3)      I do not believe in Santa Claus;

And---finally…

4)      I am Santa Claus!

 

Proud be simple-humble I to confess: I really am Santa Claus (metaphorically).

When the kids were little, Santa came on Christmas Eve to dispense his “goodies”.

Dad couldn’t wait to eat supper so Ole Santa could come; they restrained me-barely!

All sorts of great gifts from clothes and “special” foods to jewelry and tack and horses!

The year we gave the girls a Morgan mare name of Midget stands out. Exciting!

I gave Lovely Lady Candice Leah her 1^st new bicycle (yellow) on her 30tth Christmas!

Ole Santa had a ball at Christmas; then he stretched the event throughout the year.

I can’t help it! I just love to---give…and, I get to do it all year long. A divine blessing!

Think that such “fantasy” is impossible? Try giving a smile, kind word, Love!

Life is what you make it! Choose wisely! Freely! And, often! Have a Great day!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Merry Christmas! Memories!

 



"All" books published & Thoughts & Day 169 CJSM

 

News: All 8 of my Amazon books are now

available for Kindle and in paperback edition.

 

visit: Amazon books

search: Carl Schuler

 

I wish you " Good reading". Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

Cruise!? You brag!? Hmph! Me---uh…too!?

 

Not to be insulted out-done; after all, I am her “best” beau

Me beauty-love and friend upon a boat---I let her…row!

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

Day 169

 

 

The day Becky tied the “trespasser’s” door

To the steering wheel in case he shot Mom & Dad

 

 

 

Becky was about 5 or 6 when this “inconvenience” occurred.

We had purchased a farm of 214 acres; a “neighbor had 40 acres contiguous to our property.

 I enjoyed deer hunting; so did the trespasser neighbor hoodlum who liked hunting on my side of the fence. I had “politely” requested that they stay on their own property, three separate times, all to no avail. The fourth incursion caused me to call the Sheriff.

 When the law showed up, I took him to the tree stand of the interloper and the lawman asked the criminal to stay off my property. I left when the law did, but, the neighbor was plenty mad and butted the door of my brand new 4-wheel drive truck with the muzzle of his shotgun. (Yeah! In the “great” state of Illinois, only shotguns and muzzle-loaders are allowed for deer; recently the state added a handgun season.) We exchanged a few words, of sort, and I went home.

 The “Idiot” came over to my land with his son to confront me; Candy and the girls saw him approach and while we “discussed” things in the field, Becky tied a piece of hay twine to the man’s door and steering wheel so that, if he shot me and Candy, he couldn’t get away.

 When I tried to explain that I had been patient in three attempts to establish my legal boundary line and that he and his family had ignored my requests, he became even more agitated and in exasperation, said, “You’ve got all this land and all I have is 40 acres!” He gestured wide.

 I cooly replied, “It’s for sale---if…you can write a big enough check to buy it!” He left.

 Thanks! Becky! For looking out for your old Dad; I appreciate the effort.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “No Trespassing!” Memories!



Thoughts & Day 168 CJSM

 

Upon myriad dancing-diamond waves

 

In Simple-Humble pleasure search I find a diamond treasure

Love-Peace in soul-spirit-mind embrace soft-solitude measure

Upon yon lake-surface expanse me dancing-diamond pleasure

 

 

Comes ever-soft drift whisper-wind

 

And, now, yon storm-fury has been and gone and cleansed

and freshed as whisper-wind cool-soothes present time-space

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

 

 

Day 168

 

 

Becky & Beth would love perusing the toy aisles

while Mom & Dad waited to pick up a catalogue

order from J. C. Penny in South County

 

 

“Young” people, today, will find this archaic manner of shopping “on-line” a much an antique as the “old” people who trafficked in such ridiculous travesties of the once “modern”-era.

Yeah! Kids! We had (God forbid) “land-lines”; phones hooked together by cables connecting to other phones so we could communicate with one another. No “smart ”phone Amazon-ordering!

It was the “olden”-times? We called information for a phone number, called the store and placed a catalogue order, then, waited 5-7 days for the store to call us announcing the package had arrived at which time we loaded up the chariot and headed to the “catalogue” pick-up point.

But, the retailers and “entrepreneurs” of our day had it all figured---in their favor!

The waiting area at the pick-up store had chairs (because---you had to take a number and wait to be called for service), then the clerk went into a “secret” back room and found your order---well…maybe? Sometimes, it was lost, or, they called you and shouldn’t have. Hmm!

Anyway, the store had toy aisles set up in the waiting room area so your kids could peruse the “goodies”---whether, or not, your order was in….they usually made---a toy-sale…or, two!

Next time you get frustrated with today’s “modern” technology---just…re-read this tale!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Number 347, Please!” Memories!