And then he said . . .

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b“They used to laugh at me when I said I wanted to be a comedian. Well, no one is laughing now!”

From the Lens of Bill Stice – Wow!

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293367_245847018779420_2765964_nA New Guinea Impatiens growing in my yard. This is the bud just after starting to open. I like the spiral shape.

Bill Stice

I do too Bill! God’s creativity never ceases to amaze me.  Thanks for sharing  it so that we can enjoy it along with you.


August 22nd, 2016 No comments

The other night at the Gala the caterer served these things that were little bites of heaven. I know there is more to it than this but it was bacon wrapped around a fresh peach slice and grilled with some seasoning I’m seriously considering wearing as cologne. They were incredible. I actually dreamed about them last night. I ended up with a basket of goodies and a $40 gift certificate to Melody Fender’s catering that I was going to use to feed my family one night while they are home this week. After that dream I’m strongly considering using the entire certificate on those bacon peach things and telling everyone that’s all she serves…

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Not often, I hope!

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Poet T.S. Eliot

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tseliot“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
T. S. Eliot

Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri,  on September 26, 1888. He lived in St. Louis during the first eighteen years of his life and attended Harvard University. In 1910, he left the United States for the Sorbonne, having earned both undergraduate and masters degrees and having contributed several poems to the Harvard Advocate.

After a year in Paris, he returned to Harvard to pursue a doctorate in philosophy, but returned to Europe and settled in England in 1914. The following year, he married Vivienne Haigh-Wood and began working in London, first as a teacher, and later for Lloyd’s Bank.

It was in London that Eliot came under the influence of his contemporary Ezra Pound, who recognized his poetic genius at once, and assisted in the publication of his work in a number of magazines, most notably “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” in Poetry in 1915. His first book of poems, Prufrock and Other Observations, was published in 1917, and immediately established him as a leading poet of the avant-garde. With the publication of The Waste Land in 1922, now considered by many to be the single most influential poetic work of the twentieth century, Eliot’s reputation began to grow to nearly mythic proportions; by 1930, and for the next thirty years, he was the most dominant figure in poetry and literary criticism in the English-speaking world.

He became a British citizen in 1927; long associated with the publishing house of Faber & Faber, he published many younger poets, and eventually became director of the firm. After a notoriously unhappy first marriage, Eliot separated from his first wife in 1933, and remarried Valerie Fletcher in 1956. T. S. Eliot received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1948. He died in London on Janurary 4, 1965.



Back in my painting days, last century.

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Oh yeah, do love the accent . . .

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My Daddy was a hard working man.  He worked hard from the time he was a small child, and the plow handles were cut short to accommodate the young boy in the fields.  He had little chance to have a consistent education, being pulled out to help on the farm just as he was getting interested.  Nevertheless, he was an intelligent man, and made the most of the opportunity he had.

Along with working hard, Daddy had the ability to fall asleep and take a nap in a moment’s notice.  Mama joked she thought he could go to sleep standing up. His catnaps during the day kept him refreshed and able to accomplish more than most in a day’s time.

During a visit home I sketched him as he snoozed.  Wearing his jacket, probably having been outside for a few minutes, he settled into the chair and his nap began.  I have so many loving memories of Daddy, what a blessing he was to us, and catnaps are good health practices, we are told.

Welcome to the World

August 19th, 2016 No comments

For most of us this is just the start to a new week, but for approximately 370,000 babies worldwide, it is their first day of life. That means 370,000 women ( give or take for multiple births) have experienced this life-giving moment, and with every woman there is a story – some joyous, some heartbreaking.  

For every birth there is a life with a destiny, and according to where in the world that baby is born, and the status of the parents, the child will have a chance at living long enough to accomplish the potential within them.

Most of us rejoice at the news of a pregnancy in the family, but we know this is not always the case. Even those that are met with fear and doubt, one look at that new human being usually triggers a response of protective love and commitment.

I  want to say Happy Birthday to our new citizens of the world and wish them well.

Our prayer: Dear Father, who gives all life, please bless and protect the babies and children on this planet, who come into life without choice, without the skills to care for themselves. Teach mothers and fathers how to be better parents. In your Son’s name, Amen

Me too . . . ; )

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