It has been said that we must be safe.
So, one day an old man came to my door and he said, “They are afraid that if I go down to the river, I might get lost.”
And I said, “Do you find joy at the river?”
He said, “I do find joy at the river, climbing over the cotton wood trees, jumping on rocks, and wading in the water gives me much pleasure. But they are afraid I might get lost.”
And I said, “Is there any to search if you don’t come home?”
He said, “There are many to search, if I’m lost.”
And I said, “Then thou shall visit the river. Thou shall enjoy jumping on the rocks, wading in the water and climbing over the cotton wood trees. And if thou should’st get lost, many will hunt for you and find you, for that is the purpose of friends.”
He said, “But what of those who worry?”
And I said, “Do they find joy in worry?”
And he said, “They must, they do it often.”
And I said, “Then let them worry, it gives them joy. And while they worry, find your joy in the river.”
He said, “Blessed is thou who seek-est the river, for he is old and light of heart, his vision is failing, his will is mighty and he finds joy.”
And I said, “Blessed is the old man of the river, for he is wise and shall not live in a box, safe from harm and free from joy. He shall live well and prosper all the days of his life, for he takes the risk of an overflowing cup of joy.”
And Elmer the coyote, said, “This is good. He will taste fine.”
And the meadowlark sang a happy tune.
I guess I’m showing my age, this morning I woke with a little cough. My thoughts ran back to the exuberant early years of my youth. I thought of Smith Brother’s Cough Drops. The picture of the two bearded men on the box is as clear this morning as when I was a little boy with a cough. I often faked a cough so mother would give me another Smith Brother’s Cough Drop.
I had a a little ‘hiccup’ with my health and have been out of pocket for a while. Everything is okay now. I’m back in the saddle and will write and post often.
But, they cut him loose and he’s headed for mule country, should find his way back to his seat and maybe into a keyboard eventually.
I’m looking forward to that.
Just so he doesn’t FORGET he’s supposed to be hopping on the ole computer and WRITING more blog posts, let’s all leave him a note and remind him…
On this day we celebrate and honor the veterans who fought in various battles around the world to further the cause of liberty and freedom. Some never discuss their battles, their fears, or their efforts, solemnly acknowledging the struggles and strife they endured willingly for the cause, yet never forgetting the sacrifice they endured. Each of these veterans deserve great honor and recognition for their efforts, for their hearts filled with compassion, not only for those at home whom they fought diligently for, but for the embattled fields where they fought, many of them standing firm when the battle was over and helping to rebuild the land.
We are Americans. That’s what we do. We fight to win, then we rebuild, we help others, and we stand firm in our conviction. We stand firm on faith, dedication and service.
As the webmaster for this veteran, I wish to offer recognition for his service to this country, and also… to his heart and dedication of service to people of every land. I’ve seen his tears. I’ve heard his words.
God bless you, Oris.
And may God bless and have mercy on each life you’ve touched.
God speed my friend.
Yesterday, I was looking through Mother’s journals to find reference to the German invasion of Poland on September 1, 1939. I found a letter dated September 28, 1939. Mom had kept the letter. I remember we all gathered around the radio and listened to the world news of the invasion of Poland on the day after the invasion. I was almost 6 years old, too young to understand, and I was scared. The day the letter came I heard my mother and father discussing the invasion of Poland, and the contents of that letter. The letter was from a distant relative of my father. He was an Arabian horse breeder. The following quote is an excerpt from that letter: ”I believe the end of the magnificent Arabian horse we know today is in sight. The German intrusion into Poland will affect the breeding and export of this majestic animal. The powerful bloodlines I so admire will be lost. The breed will never be the same.”
Here is Lif Strand’s post on the history of a great Polish Arabian horse After the war.. Thank you Lif.
The whole story of the Arabian and Lippizaner horses of Poland is
incredible. The book “And Miles To Go” about the Arabian Stallion
Witez II (his bloodlines featured prominently in my horse’s
pedigrees) includes the dramatic rescue by Patton. Witez II had been
in race training and at the time was standing at stud since there
were no races going on. The Germans were holding the stud farm, but
Patton and others were concerned that once the Russians took it the
horses would be used for meat. Incredible story, and of course Witez
II went on to become a major breeding stallion for both the US
government and then the whole Arabian industry once he got to America.
right now I am planning my greatest single achievement for this rotten Tuesday. I’m going to keep my family and friends confused.
From the old file cabinet I just pulled many , many, many pages of typed donkey stories and 37 micro tapes of interviews with many guys who had donkeys, etc. as we grew up. I read some stories I had started 18 years ago. I did not remember how funny some of them were. I about split my sides laughing. Two hours ago I started to put them in book form.
So, I know there’s a lot of grumpy old folks on here that don’t have facebook, but if you’re not one of them, you have facebook and know about social media, LIKE my facebook page by scrolling your mouse over the blue tab on the right side of your screen. If you’re signed in, just scroll over the tab and hit the LIKE button with the right mouse click and you’re in like a social media pro. If you’re not signed in, it’ll as for your user email and password (don’t tell me, tell facebook, when it pops up. If you’re not on facebook – what the heck is wrong with ya?
Just wantin’ to know.
Kick the mule for me, will ya?
(BTW – Oris didn’t post this. Some spring chicken who set up his facebook fan page posted it.)
If you try to tell whether a man is from the country, you’ll have trouble. His clothes won’t tell you. His rattling pickup isn’t a giveaway. If he is a farmer or a man from a rural area or was raised in the country, he’ll respond to cattle on the road. If he were on his way to the bank, Walmart or a funeral, he’d slide to a stop and help put those cows back in the pasture.