Saturday, July 1, 2023

Editor's Corner

By Mary E. Adair

July 2023

“July is hot afternoons and sultry nights
and mornings when it's joy just to be alive.
July is a picnic and a red canoe and a sunburned neck
and a softball game and ice tinkling in a tall glass.
July is a blind date with summer.”

— Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons

It is to be hoped, no matter how much one loves the Summertime, that the most devastating heat for this year, has preceded June into the history books. Record-breaking temps have enveloped much of Oklahoma, New Mexico, as well as here in Texas. Our local top record of 120 F degrees wasn't broken locally, (we reached 114) but is no longer the State record as the Corpus Christie area alongside the Gulf, upped it by 5 degrees with their day that climbed to 125 Fahrenheit degrees, while your editor's first grandchild and her husband, (Melinda and Kenny Smith) were there.

Our desire for this month is a reasonable mixture of sunshine and summer showers, without severe weather or temperature related catastrophes. Favorable temps, pleasant events, swimming, and plenty of watermelon is requested!

"Introspective" by Thomas F. O'Neill, offers advice about asking oneself about their true purpose in life. However, Mattie Lennon 's "Irish Eyes" lauds those who apparently have made great strides in discovering those answers for themselves. He highlights some attendees to the recent Dolly Day in Ireland gathering for a couple of charities and their purpose of setting a Guinness record. Your editor hopes the YouTube brief video works for you.

Rod Cohenour, still convalescing, touts his wife's delicious Meatloaf for July's (but good whatever month) recipe in "Cooking with Rod." Melinda Cohenour reveals a great deal of research compiled while preparing her own column "Armchair Genealogy."

Danielle Cote Serar, whose column is "A Mother's Lesson," shows us what moms are prone to do when a child's birthday rolls around. Judith Kroll's thoughts turned to what Treasures mean to us in "On Trek." Marilyn Carnell, author of "Sifoddling Along," recalls memorable personal July events. Pauline Evanosky goes into detail about delivering messages -- when and if and how -- received from Spirit in her column "Woo Woo."

John McGrath of Ireland, whose poem "Two Bridgets" was in the March issue this year, has four to share this month. One recalls times his mother was the "Driver," and one is a sonnet to an independent young person, "December Wind." "Connemara Rain" sounds like July weather far away, while memories are used in the descriptive verses about "Cullatinny" and the house he was born in that, though among the last to be abandoned in that area, was, many years ago. It includes a recent photo.

"A Texas Summer" by John I. Blair, depicts quite a different form of July weather. Walt Perryman has four poems, with one about his "Wild Beast Safari," one titled "It's All Relative," also "Invitation Thing," set during a reluctant period of his life, and the fourth with a pic of himself taken on this recent Father's Day, "Happiness Ramble."

Bud Lemire's four poems, each with a pic he either took or chose, are "A Friend Named Steve," "The World Has Changed," "They Crossed Over," and one composed in June, "Every Place." The remaining poem, written June 30, 2023, is from your editor: titled "Unpaved."

We are always happy to express our admiration and love for our co-founder and webmaster, Mike Craner, whose knowledge and expertise keeps Pencil Stubs Online actually online. We place our confidence in him as we have during the past, and we are now in our 26th year.

See you in August!

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Armchair Genealogy


By Melinda Cohenour

DNA: Branching Out in Search for Lost Ancestors

Column this month covers our decision to upload DNA results to both GEDMatch and My Heritage to expand our search for lost ancestors. Basically, we will examine and compare quotes directly from those sites as to benefits and thier How To's.

Nothing is more frustrating than a fruitless search, years long in duration, having utilized every known means to discover (or confirm) the identity of an ancestor whose existence and/or connection cannot be proven. Every available search engine, family research site, county, state, or Federal document site has failed to produce vital information to finally blast through a brick wall.

Your author continues to work on five such daunting ancestral blocks. Our latest efforts will now focus on an attempt to utilize the benefits of casting our net, so to speak, abroad - by uploading DNA test results to new sites. Three sites are widely touted as having not only the advantage of the ability to have one's DNA uploaded for comparison without paying for new testing but also offer additional enticements. The three sites are My Heritage, GEDMatch, and Family Tree DNA. Each site advertises the benefits offered. Let's examine the advantages each site offers:

My Heritage:

MyHeritage is one of the few DNA matching databases that allows you to upload your raw DNA data for free. So you really have nothing to lose! When you upload your data, you’ll have free access to your list of DNA Matches on MyHeritage and you’ll be able to contact your matches free of charge.

If you don’t have a paid MyHeritage subscription, you will need to pay a one-time unlock fee of $29 to access the advanced DNA features, such as the Ethnicity Estimate and the Chromosome Browser. If you do have a subscription, you’ll be able to access those features at no additional cost.

When you upload your raw DNA data to MyHeritage, your matches and ethnicity results will be calculated within a few days — often as fast as 24 hours.

It helps you cast your net wider:

Even if you’ve found valuable information on other DNA databases, there is always more to learn. Many adoptees searching for their biological families have tested with other providers with no success, and when they finally uploaded their results to MyHeritage, they immediately found what they were looking for.

What is the difference between AncestryDNA and MyHeritage DNA?

Ancestry DNA requires a saliva sample, whereas a MyHeritage DNA test goes with the cheek swab option to collect DNA samples. However, Ancestry has a slightly more interactive results platform and gives you historical information such as possible migration routes your family may have taken.

MyHeritage DNA Features:

  • Free DNA transfers
  • DNA Ethnicity Estimates: With historical information
  • Ethnicities Map: With layers
  • DNA Genetic Groups
  • DNA Matches: With filterable, shared DNA matches; grouping/labeling features; areas for notation; tons of filtering capabilities; sortable by shared DNA or shared segments, among others; estimated relationships; match quality; shared ethnicities, shared genetic groups; shared ancestral places; and exportable match list
  • DNA Match Contacting
  • DNA Match Trees (if they have one and are sharing it)
  • Theory of Family Relativity
  • Chromosome Browser
  • AutoClusters


MyHeritage DNA test claims to have 104 million users worldwide, thereby allowing you to potentially find out in-depth information about your unique genetic profile and family tree. Your DNA results could be categorized among 2,114 possible geographic regions and 42 ethnicities.

MyHeritage had humble beginnings as a home business. This “genealogy garage startup” was founded in 2003 by Gilad Japhet as a free online service to help people build their family trees. It continued to grow exponentially over the years, adding advanced matching technologies to allow individuals to more easily locate and research members of their lineage. The company developed a MyHeritage app in 2010 and added a historical record database in 2012.

The first MyHeritage DNA at-home genetic test was offered in 2016. In the past six years, it has collected data from more than 6.2 million DNA tests and compiled 18.6 billion digitized historical records and more than 1 million annual subscribers, according to the company

The second free site we will upload to is a bit different in that GEDmatch does not offer its own DNA testing. This site operates fully on test results uploaded by users from their DNA testing company, such as Ancestry, 23&Me, Family Tree DNA, and so forth. This site caters to three levels of public subscribers or users: Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced. It is also used extensively by law enforcement agencies whose recent successes in closing cold cases such as the Golden State Killer (see your author's prior column concerning this case) and the recent high profile case of Bryan Kohberger arrested and to be tried for the killing of four Idaho students.

It should be noted you are given the opportunity to opt out of having your DNA utilized by law enforcement if you wish; however, your author believes this use is one that rises above. If my DNA should solve a cold case, lead to the arrest and conviction of a rapist or killer, or help identify a Joan or John Doe, that is fine with me.


What is GEDmatch?

GEDmatch is a great “family finder” tool for people who are interested in tracking down relatives for free. It aids your genealogical research with the power of DNA. The core features include:

One-To-Many DNA Comparison Result: Helps you compare your genetic profile with other GEDmatch users. Their emails are provided so you can quickly contact them if you get a hit.

One-to-One Autosomal DNA Comparison: This helps you narrow down the comparison with one specific relative member. Use this to confirm how much DNA data you actually share with that person before you reach out.

Admixture (heritage): This is a well-known analysis for identifying your ethnic roots. Like AncestryDNA and 23andMe, it shows the proportion of your DNA coming from a particular ethnicity / geography. It’s interesting to compare these results with that of other ancestry tests.

There are numerous tools listed on the GEDmatch homepage that you can use for different purposes... For first-timers, we recommend starting out with the 3 tools listed above.

Source: Who are you made of?

When you upload your DNA data to Gedmatch, you get access to different tools and results than you would on your DNA testing site. On Gedmatch, you can:

Use the One-to-Many comparison tool to find new DNA matches that didn’t test at the same company that you did

Use the Chromosome Browser to compare your DNA to your DNA matches on the site to view detailed information about size and location on your chromosomes of shared DNA segments

Use the Admixture (Heritage) tool to get a different ethnicity estimate to see where your ancient ancestors may have lived

Find people who might be related to you on the same line of your family tree by using the People Who Match Both or 1 of 2 Kits tool

Discover whether your DNA matches ancient DNA samples by exploring the Archaic DNA Matches Tool

There are several other free tools in addition to those that I mentioned above. Furthermore, there is a paid subscription to Gedmatch, called “Tier 1“, that you can access in order to use more advanced tools such as:

Expanded versions of the One-to-Many Tool to find thousands of new DNA matches

Phasing of your DNA matches in order to create new “kits” with only the DNA that you inherited from your mother or father, which helps in identifying paternal vs. maternal DNA matches on Gedmatch

Matching Segment Search, which can assist you in finding segments shared in common with groups of matches

There are several more technical tools in the Tier 1 dashboard – too many to discuss right here. All you need to know is that there is a lot more that you can learn than what I could possibly list in this article.

The third company known to accept free uploads of DNA testing results derived from other companies is Family Tree DNA. Although this site offers DNA comparison tools, your author has not decided to utilize the site for uploading. This decision is based upon a couple of factors: first, an evaluation of the quality of services comparing Ancestry, 23&Me, and Family Tree DNA disparaged the value of Family Tree DNA compared to the other two sites; second, it is a time consuming process comparing the data obtained and the sheer volume of Matching results could prove overwhelming. Regardless, in all fairness I have chosen to list the benefits or advantages claimed by Family Tree DNA for those who may wish to upload their results to that site.


How many people use FamilyTreeDNA?

FamilyTreeDNA's autosomal DNA test is known as the Family Finder and the company has a database of about 1.5 million people. Jan 9 2023.

Source: genomelink

Overall, reviews for Family Tree DNA tend to score lower than reviews for other companies, such as 23andMe and AncestryDNA. Users report a lack of information in Family Tree DNA’s database for people with ancestors from Asia or Africa, as well as frustration with their website, which is not as well-developed as other companies’ sites.

It will take anywhere from one to 48 hours for your results to be processed. If this is a new account at FTDNA, write down the kit number and password that was assigned to you.

Once your results have been processed, decide whether to pay a modest, one-time fee to gain full access to the FTDNA suite of tools. These include your ethnicity estimate, haplogroup information and the chromosome browser

What do I get if I transfer my autosomal DNA?

After transferring your results, for free, you will receive a list of your autosomal matches from our database and have access to our Family Finder - Matrix. The Matrix feature allows you to select and compare the autosomal DNA relationship between up to ten of your matches at one time.

Note: Family Finder is the name of our autosomal DNA test.

After transferring, you can unlock all Family Finder features, which include the Chromosome Browser, myOrigins®, and ancientOrigins for only $19.

As is quickly apparent from the FamilyTreeDNA website, the "tools" offered appear sparse, and wholly inadequate compared to those offered on the other two sites.

Suffice it to say, we will not be utilizing this site at the present time.

It is my fervent hope this added step will bear fruit. Of course, in order to fully utilize the tools offered it will be necessary for our known DNA matches to upload their own DNA test results to assist in the segment and chromosome comparison applications. No DNA test results can be useful if your relative's DNA is not furnished to the comparison site. So, guess we will be busy contacting selected Matches to entice them to upload to MyHeritage and GEDMatch.

In the meantime, we will continue to use the miracle of the Internet to research our intriguing family. See you next month ... Hopefully with at least one brick wall SMASHED!!

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Woo Woo

By Pauline Evanosky

Tools and Psychic Readings

There are lots of objects associated with psychic readings. In the beginning, whatever tool you are planning to use, before you can give a psychic reading for anybody else you must practice on yourself. I suppose that’s why so many tattoo artists carry so many tattoos on their bodies. Or, as my grandmother always said, “Never trust a cook who is not fat.”

The idea of a psychic reading is to impart some sort of information to the person wanting a reading that they might not have realized before or perhaps chosen to ignore. Who hasn’t done that? Everybody, myself included.

For instance, “I see trouble in your future. Be careful around big trucks.” I know that’s sort of blatant and I wouldn’t personally choose to phrase information received that way to a client. I don’t like to scare people. Besides, the information you get can be interpreted and presented in all sorts of ways. That information can also change as that particular future approaches for the person. That Mac truck might change to a stumble on a street curb depending on what is going on for the person. Why would it change? Because we all have choices we can make. The future is out there but there are 1,236 ways you can get there.

You might also look at it this way. If you are able to somehow intervene and avert a person’s death if that’s what is supposed to happen it will happen next week, or next month, or not at all.

So, I suppose my first rule in a psychic reading is to be gentle.

This article is not so much about how you present information that comes to you in a psychic fashion, but to see all the different things you likely already have on hand to conduct a psychic reading.

In my opinion, you don’t need a crutch. You just don’t need it. You, like everyone else on the planet, have the ability to tap into your own psychic awareness. However, I will caution you that you will be letting go of many of your own belief systems. Up isn’t up anymore. But a crutch can be a tool to use to allow you to have access to psychic information.

It’s like drawing. Are you going to use a pencil or a brush? The drawing is in your mind and your heart. The brush or pencil merely puts your interpretation of what you are seeing on paper. You could also express yourself with writing, with music, with sculpture. That same vision you saw in your head is represented to others in a medium you feel comfortable using. Perfect chocolate cake? Yes.

As you open to your own psychic awareness you will be kinder than you were before. You will be more compassionate and understanding. You will also become a hard ass. At times, you will seem to be uncaring and yet caring all at the same moment. Your relationship with God and with Spirit is likely to take a hard right turn and become more steadfast than it ever was.

When you really get serious about becoming more psychic you will understand the purest, the most intact and correct psychic information comes when you are well-centered. This includes therapy. Yes, you need it. Everybody does. You need work. Everybody does.

The reason is because everybody on the face of the earth interprets the information they receive through their own emotional well-being or their own emotional unease. As an example, if you’ve always had a fear of being poisoned, your focus during a reading might be very cautionary toward the things a person might ingest.

I have a perfect example with myself. I am overweight and have had several eating disorders through the years. Even though I have never taken the plunge to address these issues about myself with a psychiatrist, they are there, still. I might be able to be clear about most things in my life, but that particular one? No. So, I know I should not give dieting advice. In any case, you get my point. Know your limitations and try as you might you are never going to be “perfect”, unless, of course, you want to clean up your act, so to speak, and make an appointment for some therapy. You likely will never heal completely, but having a better understanding will help you out.

You are human, and you will always be human in this lifetime and that’s what we have to look forward to.

Stuff happens when you start believing in yourself. My number one rule is to promise God, Spirit, or your own heart that you will always try to take care of yourself first. If something is bothering you, then you will look into it and will not ignore it. My advice to start with is to keep a journal and write in it every day. Whether it is a notebook or a computer document, just record your thoughts every day.

We tend to believe the proof before our eyes.

You might think of crutches or props like training wheels. You’re moving toward a place where you are no longer afraid to open yourself up to the vibrational planes of psychicness. It can smack you in the face leaving you breathless and I will admit at times frightened. Number two rule is to not be scared.

What happens with psychic information is when you are not accustomed to receiving it is you can become frightened. Like if you were to psychically see a train wreck. Were you so frightened that you wrenched yourself away from the sight to say you’re never going to do that again? Or will you settle down, calm yourself, get back into a meditative state, and say, “Please give me more information about this.” Notice I said please? Yes, you, like your spirit guides will be, should be polite. You can say, “Has this already happened?” Now, this is where you speak with your guide. Your guide might say, “Yes, it has already happened.” And so, warning anybody of this impending disaster need not be on your mind. You are now in training, and this is how it happens.

You provide the direction. Spirit will take you there. You make your own rules and Spirit will accommodate them.

Some of the tools of divination or crutches you can use in psychic readings are:

  • Tarot Cards or even a regular deck of playing cards
  • Runes
  • Pendulums
  • Table Tipping or Table Tapping
  • Scrying or Crystal Ball Gazing
  • Tea Leaves
  • Crystals
  • Tibetan Singing Bowls

Start with something where you will learn the rules involved. The tarot and runes have attributes connected with each card or stone. Practice with yourself. Start with very simple spreads, like three items to look at. Past, present, future. Or even just one card. When you set out a spread of cards you have a question in your mind: What can I make the focus of my day today? Or tell me about my past, my present, and my future. Keep a notebook and record all your impressions. This is where you begin to gain a sense of direction. You realize that each card or rune impacts its mates.

Even if all you have is a deck of playing cards you can use them as a tool of divination. Using regular playing cards is called cartomancy and dates from the 1700s. Different meanings can be ascribed to each of the cards and once you start getting a handle on what the different cards mean then you can start giving readings.

So, here’s a story. I was in the early days of my own psychic exploration. I said to my husband, “I think I’m going to buy a pack of tarot cards.” He said, “Yes, I think you should” I was surprised because I’d thought he’d be the last person on earth who would be open to the tarot. Anyway, I bought the cards and pulled the devil, the hanged man, and the tower. I was shocked. I was appalled. I was frightened. I knew nothing about the tarot except those were some ominous cards. I reshuffled and pulled the same three again. Now, I’m hyperventilating. I reshuffled and pulled them again. Three stinking times in a row. That got my attention. There was no way a person could pull the three most ominous powerful cards in the tarot in a row and not have it mean something psychic. I opened up the small pamphlet that came with the cards and read: Your life is about to change in a rather dramatic fashion. It did.

From there you make your own deck and your own rules and meanings. Wouldn’t it be nice if you had an artistic bent and painted your own cards? People are always making up their own Tarot decks. I used the standard Rider-Waite deck. Over the years I’ve purchased a few other decks, but I always go back to my Rider-Waite deck. It’s what I learned first.

The simplest forms of connection to psychic awareness have two choices for answers. Yes and no. Do I or Don’t I? A pendulum can provide that for you. You can buy one or make one. If it swings up and down that is Yes. If it swings sideways it is no. If it keeps going in a circle that might be maybe.

I love to table tip. What can I say? It is entertaining. It’s also difficult to do. I’ve only ever been able to do it by myself a handful of times. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. You make up rules as to what the answers are going to be. Like if the table tips left that means something and if it tips the other way it means something else. If it twirls, which I’ve seen happen, that might mean maybe. You can also do table tapping. I’ve had that happen more often. Many times, for me the table tapping is a prelude to a table tipping. It sounds just like a fist was under the table knocking. For me, as I settle into a good session, my hands laying flat on the table begin to feel as if they were lying on the surface of jello. They will begin to dip under the surface of the table. I have no idea what this looks like because I keep my eyes shut, but that’s what it feels like to me. Mushing through a jello tabletop. Then, the tapping starts and then the table begins to vibrate, and slowly, slowly one of the legs of the table tips up off the ground.

My husband and I went to a group table tipping once. There had to have been a good 20 or more people in the room. The host had four card tables set up. We all sat around the tables. He spoke to Spirit for a while about how we were all gathered to respectfully make contact. Then, the speaker invited all of us to get into a meditative state of mind. We spoke a series of the word Om to induce a thoughtful, prayerful attitude.

This was the table tipping where I first felt what I call the jello effect. Then, the table vibrated. The speaker was not at our table, but the next one over. He started speaking to Spirit (we didn’t know who it was) in a very commanding voice. He would say, “Table up! Table up!” Personally, I thought it was a bit disrespectful to speak to Spirit that way, but I didn’t say anything. As the tables began to dance, rearing up three legs at a time and thumping down hard as they seemed to gather more energy he asked us to keep our toes out of the way. We began to stand up and push our chairs back as the tables became more active. I swear those legs were coming up off of the ground a good foot at least at a time. Whirling and twirling we were barely able to keep a physical connection with the tables. You can go to YouTube and ask to see a table tipping.

To me I saw nothing that would indicate cheating was going on especially as we had to stand up to accommodate the action of the tables. These were card tables too and you couldn’t see any sort of apparatus underneath. My own experiments, later on, got the same sorts of results though they never got to be as dramatic as the first table tipping I went to.

You make up the rules. The intention is to talk to some entity in Spirit. In Victorian times Spiritualism was very popular and people had lots of seances. If I were to do something like that, I would ask my guide to be present or someone of his choosing. I mean, I’d talk to Elvis if you wanted to, but I feel to respect the process I’d best not go with the celebrities, though there are many I talk to now. Gilda Radner just volunteered to participate in my next table-tipping. The first time I ever talked to her while I was reading the book she wrote, “It’s Always Something” she made me laugh. She said, “Well, I guess I still have it.” I purchased a cute little red pedestal table that sits out on my patio right now specifically for possible table-tipping sessions. Right now, I drink my coffee and read my Kindle out there.

I haven’t had a whole lot of results with scrying or with crystal ball gazing. I have a crystal ball. As my guide said to me once, “What self-respecting psychic would be without one?” So, I bought it. It was pretty expensive too. I later learned any sort of orb would do the trick. Like a Christmas tree ornament. The same thing with scrying which can be done with a dark mirror or with a bowl of water that has been filled to the brim so that the edge is bowing up and over the edges of the bowl. I have four cats in the house. You put a bowl of water down and they are there to have a drink. The idea with these three forms of psychic interpretation is that you see visions and interpret them. The visions I get are when I close my eyes, so that’s what I tend to go with.

The crystals were intended to raise psychic vibrations. Same thing with the Tibetan singing bowls. I have lots of crystals on hand and a couple of the Tibetan bowls. I don’t know if they were instrumental in raising my vibrations. I can say they comfort me. I will say, though, that pieces of Moldavite are extremely powerful. Also, these days, they are very expensive. $20 or so for a piece the size of your thumbnail. Moldavite is described as an outer space stone and has different sorts of vibrations than our normal crystals do. The moldavite I purchase is from the potato fields in Czechoslovakia

In the beginning of my psychic venturing, I had a lot of Moldavite around me. Over the years, and before I quit drinking, I ended up giving a lot of it away. A piece I gave to a friend of mine was so well received she reported she had very vivid dreams and four orgasms the first night she put it in a pouch to wear as a necklace. Let’s just say it has different effects on different people.

If you are more comfortable using a tool to “see” by all means do it. All I am saying is you don’t need to.

There is no need to fear any particular tool of divination. They will all work. The secret is aligning yourself with Spirit. That, more than anything is the hardest and the easiest thing in the world to do.

Thank you for reading.


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Cooking with Rod


By Rod Cohenour

Meatloaf is an American standard
that virtually all of us enjoy.
This particular version,
put forth by my wife Melinda,
is absolutely marvelous.
Take it, use it,
and enjoy it.

~Bon appetit!

M's Best Meatloaf Recipe

Meatloaf Mxture:

    4 lbs. ground beef, prefer lean
    1 onion, diced
    1 bell pepper, diced
    3 stalks celery, de-string and slice in thin slices
    1 cup 3-minute oats (to help absorb and hold in juices)
    1 sleeve Saltine crackers, crumbled
    1 small can tomato paste or 1 cup catsup
    3 eggs
    1/2 cup shredded cheese
    1 tsp pepper
    ½ tsp garlic powder

Topping Sauce:

  • 1 cup Catsup
  • 2 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
  • 1 Tbsp French’s yellow mustard

and 1/2 cup shredded cheese (separate from sauce)


    Put all ingredients for meatloaf mixture into large mixing bowl. Use hands to mix together.
    Grease 9”x13”x2” casserole dish. Form meatloaf mixture into dish, pulling back from edges to form a “gutter” for grease to collect and be removed during cooking.
    Bake at 350º - 375º for about 45 minutes to an hour (you want the loaf to be well browned, cooked through, but still moist and delicious. Cooking times will vary with the individual oven. Check it from time to time.)
    After meatloaf has begun to brown, stir together topping sauce and drizzle over top of loaf, using zigzag movements. Continue to cook until meatloaf is well browned and completely cooked throughout.

Serve with tossed salad, green beans (or other green vegetable), mashed potatoes and hot bread.


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Sifoddling Along


By Marilyn Carnell

Thoughts about July

This month my muse abandoned me. My brain is usually teeming with ideas to write about. Perhaps it is because this is the July edition. This month is jammed full of emotional and sentimental things to remember. Suddenly, I realize that I am getting old and am no longer as flexible as I once was – both physically and mentally.

Some significant dates:

The Fourth of July – our nation’s birthday has always been an important holiday for me– a time to get together with family and friends, enjoy a feast, catch up on the news and make homemade ice cream.

This year, in a small way, we are going to do that again. Two of my sons and their wives, and two of my grandsons and I will be together for hamburgers and fixings and, yes, homemade ice cream - vanilla. and banana.

July 12 – my birthday and the birthday of my step-son, Dan Williams

July 14 – the anniversary of my marriage to Al Williams

July 15 – the date of Al’s death in 2019

July 18 – the date of Al’s birth in 1935

That is a lot of emotion to pack into a short time so perhaps I need to rest my mind and enjoy the upcoming gathering and consider how lucky I have been to have a long and generally good life. I was born in a small town in the Ozarks with few prospects for an adventurous life, yet I got a good education, was a pioneer in many aspects of my career, traveled a lot, had a wonderful son, and acquired two more later in life. I have made life-long and new friends that I still turn to in times of joy or stress.

I am one of the lucky ones who has had an extraordinary life and now must concentrate on making the future years the best I can. I continue to seek to leave the world a better place than I found it.

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By Thomas F. O'Neill

Every person at some point in their lives needs to ask themselves this simple question, “what is my true purpose in life?”

A purposeful life will help you find something more meaningful -- in the things you do for yourself and others. It can also help you achieve what you most want in life - true happiness. People throughout the world have the same deep desire -- to be happy.

For me, happiness is not something that is given to me with each passing day. It is something I try to bring to each passing day. In other words, happiness is not found in the things we want to get from life. But rather happiness is found in the things we give to life.

There is an old Buddhist saying, “Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

I liked telling my students when I taught High School in China; There will be times when the burdens of life make us feel as if we are carrying them on our shoulders, but without life’s pressures, diamonds will never appear.

Helen Keller once said, “When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” On our life’s Journey, things may not always go as planned, but that does not mean there are not greater opportunities before us.

I liked reminding my students that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand, bought, or sold by man. They can only be experienced through a wondrous soul and shared from one heart to the other. Happiness can only be experienced once it is shared with those around us.

There is also an old Chinese proverb, “Fools seek happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under their feet.” We all want happier lives, and the material things we seek and desire may, in fact, make our lives a little more comfortable. But the material things we acquire will never provide us with a meaningful and purposeful life.

There are also things in life that we can give away and keep, our word, a happy smile, and a grateful heart. There is an old saying, “It’s not happiness that leads to gratitude; it’s gratitude that leads to happiness.”

Our greatest achievements will not consist of fame or glory but in the unremembered, unrecognized, and undetected acts of loving kindness that were bestowed on others. That is where our true purpose and the meaning of life reside.

I am a firm believer in the universal law - what we give to others is returned to us a thousand-fold. I also liked to remind my students that kindness and love are the greatest forms of wisdom, and love itself is the afterglow of life.

Always with love,
Thomas F O'Neill

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On Trek

By Judith Kroll

We live in a world of treasures

Many people hunt for treasures, but a three-year-old finds them daily. A pretty stone, bark from a tree, A smile on a face, a rabbit in the grass.

We grow older and we are still finding treasures that pop up daily.

A beautiful sunrise that puts a smile on our face, and then we race, to take a picture.

Flowers in bloom, that brighten our yards, feed the bees, and attract the butterflies, and dragonfly's.

Birds singing every night, our own personal choir, all in harmony. Never a sour note in the orchestra of our winged friends.

Treasures abound when we can take the time to use our senses to the fullest. Each pore in our body is aroused when we feel the raindrops gently landing on our skin. Smell the dirt after the rain. The raindrops making their own music on a tin roof.

The excitement that overtakes our emotions when a seed we planted, watered and loved, starts to pop thru the earth, waving, here I am!!. When the wind gently caresses our faces in the evening summer nights. I can go on and on about the treasures of life.

When we start to stop, taking the time to peek thru time and enjoy our surroundings, we know it is a gift of love to each one of us.

I haven’t even started on the joys of fur babies in our homes. That is another story., for another beautiful moment in time.
Love Judith

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Irish Eyes


By Mattie Lennon


Last month I told you about some changes proposed for Listowel Writers’ Week. They were implemented and did not result in any additional quality to the festival which had been running without a hitch and with an improved programme each time since 1971.

The row which started in 2022 could not be resolved. The veteran committee was dismissed on foot of a consultant’s report recommending restructuring, including the appointment of a professional curator. The committee had been, “unceremoniously disbanded without explanation.” A curator, one Stephen Connolly from Belfast was appointed curator.

The result was pretty well summed up by Tom McElligott in the Kerryman Newspaper. Tom points out that many regular events were omitted, including the much loved and popular children’s programmes. One of the highlights for me was the feast of drama every day and night in Saint John’s Theatre. The new brushes in their clean sweep didn’t see fit to use this wonderful theatre at all. Any open mic sessions run by Writers’ Week were badly attended but the day was saved in that area by John McGrath’s outdoor session and Billy Keane’s marathon Healing Session neither of which had any connection with the official programme. What was the need for the change? Tom McElligot says, “The latest financial statements of Writers’ Week for the year ending August 31st 2022 shows the Company to be in rude financial health.”

Sandra Behan, a prolific poet commented, “Unfortunately the events that I came to Listowel for over the past ten years were dropped this year. While I enjoyed myself with the glorious weather it was a bitter-sweet Writers’ Week for me. “

While I also enjoyed myself it was nothing like the twenty-four previous ones that I attended. Through the “change and decay, ” the Fringe Events carried it. Thank God for people like Sandra, poet Michael Gallagher, John McGrath, Billy Keane, and a few others. Many top acts were missing because of what has happened. We can only hope that 2024 will see this wonderful festival in the culture capital of Ireland return to its former glory

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Michael Gallagher is a poet from Achill Island now living in Lyreacrompane, County Kerry. His poems in multiple genres have appeared in publications worldwide. This Achill Islander worked in London for forty years and this is how fellow poet Gabriel Fitzmaurice summed up "Stick on Stone," Michael’s first collection, “Mike Gallagher's work, at its best, is searingly honest, angry, tender, hurt, ironic. His is the emigrant’s voice, powerful and memorable. I welcome this, his first book, and know that it will touch his readers as profoundly as it has touched me…”

Michael retired to Listowel in 1999, where he was a founder member of Listowel's Seanchai Writer's Group and Editor of The First Cut, an online literary journal. His prose, poetry, haiku, and songs have been published in Ireland and throughout Europe, America, Australia, Nepal, India, Thailand, Japan, and Canada. His writing has been translated into Croatian, Japanese, Dutch, German, and Chinese. He won the 2009 Samhlaiocht Poetry Slam, and the 2010 Michael Hartnett Viva Voce competition; he was short-listed for the Hennessy Award in 2011 and won the Desmond O’Grady International Poetry Contest in 2012.

And it was no surprise to anyone when he won first prize at the prestigious Maureen Beasley Poetry Competition in Listowel on June 04th. The winning poem "Angels" is about brutal treatment meted out to young women in Ireland in a less enlightened age; an era not that long passed.

By Michael Gallagher.

Mattresses airing at open windows -
this lingering vision has scarred his sixty years;
his abiding childhood recollection:
if it rains today, we'll all sleep wet again tonight,
his mother had traipsed this same long hall,
was told: Sit there, sign that. Give him up!
Barely two weeks earlier, she had transgressed,
screamed in labour; frog-marched to an outhouse;
legs apart, she gave birth standing over
a steel commode, torn, left unstitched;
and the cold-eyed nun moved slow from bead to bead,
asked if it now was worth the few minutes
of passing pleasure.

Kept behind locked doors and iron gates,
a hundred pounds would have bought her freedom -
its lack condemned her to a lifetime of scrubbing
floors or clothes, cutting grass on hands and knees,
mending potholes; no letters, no talk, no bras,
name changed, hair cut, experiments – other parallels;
this the penance for her whore's droppings,
atonement for leading faceless men astray,
for being pretty, for being naive,
for being woman.

And her stolen child, a chattel, shovelled
from home to foster home, exploited, ostracised,
dragged through nettles, sleeping with pigs,
whipped and flogged, pot-bellied for want of food,
unloved, unschooled, a life blighted
and the torment of not understanding why.
A thwarted search for belonging, for a lost mother,
her illegitimate children symbols
of defiance of the church’s power –
they were not meant to meet again,
all part of their shared punishment.

The search for his infant sister,
neglected to death -
where to start among the hundreds
of communal graves; no headstones,
only a home made nail in a granite wall
to mark her anonymous presence;
was she coffined in a shoebox,
was she dumped in at pit filled to the brim
with baby bones? Bastard bones, unworthy
of investigation, of explanation.

So, we resealed the slabs that hid our sad, sordid secrets;
said prayers over the uncounted numbers, the unremembered names,
then taught ourselves to forget; taught ourselves to despise
and abuse and punish girls, stole their children,
buried them without respect or dignity;
crossed ourselves, smug in a theocracy that rained
Hail Marys and Holy Rosarys and Our Fathers
from one Saint Swithen's Day to the next. Our fathers?
What of our unblamed fathers, skulking in anonymity;
what of our church that created the sin, allotted the blame,
turned our minds; what of our state, supine in its collusion,
blind-eyed to the brutality carried out in its name.
Fools, did they not know that innocence, wronged,
never rests, that we would not escape its haunting?

© Michael Gallagher.


Still in Kerry. “ The apparel oft proclaims the man. " So said the Bard. And of course, there is some validity in the line. What we wear tells a lot about us. For instance, showy clothes may suggest that the wearer is a superficial type of person. But what does the clothes choice of Irish men tell us about them? Threads by Paul Galvin enlightens us. With lines like, “Tailored suits are through we can examine men’s relationship with clothing.”

Paul Galvin was born on November 02nd 1979, in Lixnaw, County Kerry. He played Gaelic football with his local club Finuge, his divisional side Feale Rangers, and for the Kerry County team between 2003 and 2014. Galvin had the honour of being named as the 1000th All-Star Award. He also represented Ireland in the 2004 International Rules Series. As a teacher, he moulded the minds of the young in his native Kerry for years.

Then as a thirty-year-old he embarked on a new career, as a clothes designer. To date, he has created fifteen men’s collections with Dunne’s Stores. "Threads" is a well-researched collection of the stories of Irish men who were an integral part of the culture and fashions of their time. The information he collected is assimilated and written as only a north Kerryman could do it. Should this book be described as an encyclopaedia? In 1962 a schoolmate brought Indian ink back from England and I stupidly, tattooed blue spots on my fingers. Why am I telling you about my defaced digits? Because until now I didn’t know that Samuel F. O’Reilly, born in 1854 in Waterbury, Connecticut invented the tattoo gun. In the chapter "Tattooed Man" the author from Lixnaw imparts that information.

Paul’s research led him down many interesting alleyways and resulted in him going on tangents which are gems in their own right, He Tells us that Born Mad the story of Samuel Beckett, “ . . . was born and would be told through clothing. The interesting visuals brought me to research his work and life story. It was through this research that I discovered the compelling, competitive sportsman beneath the slender frame.”

The chapter "Push" is not just about clothes. We are given insight into the lives of the Walker brothers who cycled through a storm for Ireland at the Stockholm Games in 1912 and survived hails of bullets in 1916 and the War of Independence when fighting for Ireland’s freedom.

Of his Bogman collection Paul says, ”You don’t hear many designers talk about bog-holes inspiring a collection . . . the bog is not a place for most people’s creative inspiration.” But Paul Galvin is not most people. He knows about the beauty of the bog. I’ll bet he would agree with his near neighbour, Sean McCarthy, who said. “The bog is not a place. The bog is a feeling. You don’t grow up in the bog. You grow up with the bog.”

The minute I finish this piece I promise I am going straight to Dunne’s to buy something from the BOGMAN COLLECTION. And in the meantime, I’m sure Paul Galvin/Dunne’s Stores will be justified in quoting the French actress, Simone Signoret, who said, “ Chains do not hold a marriage together it is Threads” Don’t miss this 330 pages of pure delight.

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Ballybunion Dippers as Dollies

Cowboy hats, blonde curly wigs and extravagant outfits you wouldn’t normally associate with Listowel were the order of the day on June 24th as the football pitch that has hosted many a GAA match is swarmed with a very different cohort of people, many covered in rhinestones and sporting cowboy boots as they contribute to setting the world record for the most amount of people “instantly recognisable” as Dolly Parton.

Two well-known Listowel Dollies

With over 1,137 Dolly-lookalikes in attendance, the town has set the record for the largest gathering of people “wearing a full head-to-toe Dolly Parton costume" after months of careful planning and promotions. The importance of the Dolly Day event, held in aid of Kerry Hospice and Comfort for Chemo Kerry, was reflected in the masses of crowds, who had turned up to contribute to two deserving charities, whilst having some fun doing so.

Busloads arrived from all across the country the field came alive with excitement, as everyone sang their hearts out to Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5 over the speaker.

A Listowel Dolly-themed Shop

Among those in attendance was Dolly Parton’s right-hand man, and Limerick native, Mr Eugene Naughton, who has held the position as president of Dollywood since his appointment in 2019.

Liz Horgan of Finesse Bridal Wear told me, “I can honestly say Dolly Day brought such fun into so many people’s lives! It has given the town such a boost in every way. It proved yet again what a wonderful town we live in. Absolutely everyone got behind it and supported it in their own way. The minute people put the wigs on they turned into 16-year-olds laughing & skitting. In a funny way the wigs gave people a license to step out of their comfort zone and that they did! Young & old participated.”

Dolly group including 95-year-old Peter McGrath and 92-year-old Edith McGuire.
Video on Dolly Day     From YouTube News.

                                               This video was produced by Tom Fitzgerald  


It is expected that the Guinness Book of Records will certify the record very soon.

See you in August.

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A Mother's Lessons


By Danielle Cote Serar

And just like that, yesterday my miracle, my baby girl, went and turned 5.

She has been in love with Tangled and this weekend, she will get her Tangled party. But I always do a photoshoot with them for their birthday.

So of course we did Tangled. She loves dressing up.

She loves pretending and this was right up her alley… crowns, princess dress, cute sidekicks… And well momma got to play with digital backgrounds and more.

My sweet girl is so full of energy, personality and leadership qualities (the politically correct spin on bossy lol). She’s got such a big heart and wants to be friends with everyone - still doesn’t know the meaning of "stranger."

She amazes me daily. She challenges me daily, stretching who I am and fills my heart with so much joy.

I can’t believe she is 5 already. It seems like we were thinking she’d never show up… but she arrived on her terms and has been doing things her way ever since.

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 By Mary E. Adair

My parents bought some land,
A double lot in town,
On the southernmost unpaved street
And their roots they planted down.

There was a certain urgency
Because the education must be begun
Of their oldest daughter, me, you see,
Whose school would start in 1941.

Mother had her garden and two cows,
And Daddy's orchard had many a tree,
But when WWII came they leased their house
To do their part to keep America free.

And my Daddy Jack, a welder would be
In Vancouver's busy Shipyard there,
While Mother, her team's foreman, she,
Strung the ship's electrical connections everywhere.

So various officers rotated, in turn,
While stationed at Rattlesnake Bomber Base,
To dwell in our home, we later would learn,
Though Daddy only met the first one, face to face.

After the War, they came back home,
And though the orchard had died of thirst,
In Mother's garden, she turned sand into loam,
And Daddy became an Iceman, our family's first.

We marveled at our playground there
Daddy made monkey bars, swings and a slide
And we played Tarzan in tall Elm trees
Because within their leaves we could hide.

And the night before I first was wed
Upon the bark of the tallest tree
Which held my favorite dreaming spot,
I slipped a little and skinned my knee.

The house, like our family, grew
And weddings it held, and even the dance
Of my Sophomore Class Party was held there too,
A home that nourished my parent's romance.

Through the years as our family grew
Like street names, last names of sisters changed
But it was always truly our home we knew
Though thru many places our lives ranged.

And as time passed, and lives did too
The family found new homes far away
Though I returned to this same town
I'm the only sister of four who chose to stay.

And recently the local High School
Which had flourished in growth close by
Purchased that home and others too,
And there, a parking lot shall lie.

So they can pave over the garden,
Over the house, and the fallen trees,
And over the playground and the patio,
But they can't pave over my memories.

©June 30, 2023 Mary E. Adair

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A Texas Summer

 By John I. Blair

It’s Texas summer
When blazing heat
Feels like an oven door
Propped open.
Like the sun is drifting closer
To the gasping Earth
And as if the cooling rain
Will never fall again.

July is almost here,
Birds are gasping in the trees
And it seems the breezes
May never fan our brows.
I drag my ragged garden hose
Around the yard,
Bringing first aid
To flowers and shrubs.

My only hope
Is unseasonable showers
Weeping precious rain
On the parched and cracking ground.
This torment happens
Annually, and yet every year
The grasses keep on growing,
The birds keep on singing.

©2023 John I. Blair, 6/30/2023

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 By John McGrath

I go back to Cullatinny now and then
And I see the ruined rafters where the thatch has fallen in.
Every year I see the ivy creeping closer round the door
And I think of how it was in days of yore.

I remember Cullatinny in the Spring,
How our hearts would fill with wonder when we’d hear the cuckoo sing.
I remember voices ringing as we saved the scented hay,
And the sounds that filled each barefoot Summer day.

I remember Cullatinny in July,
When the street was always busy with the people passing by,
And the corncrake’s call would echo with the coming of each dawn.
Now the people and the corncrakes are all gone.

I remember Cullatinny’s Winter skies,
When the ice in crystal rainbows hung from thatch and galvanize,
And the frost beneath the moonlight gleamed like diamonds in the snow,
In a Cullatinny Winter long ago.

O yes, I remember Cullatinny still,
Though the rowan from the chimney grows and green moss hides the well,
Though there’s briar, broom and bramble where the old road used to go,
Back in Cullatinny, O so long ago.

©Circa 1990s John McGrath


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Every Place

 By Bud Lemire

Every Place I've been to, becomes a part of me
Everywhere I traveled to, all that I could see
I haven't traveled very far often, other times I did
As an adult at times, other times as a kid

The memories, play a tune on my heart
All of these places, play a special part
I never considered myself, a traveler like some people do
I'm just happy there are places, that I can say that I knew

Places in the U. P., Oh Upper Peninsula of Michigan I love you so
Canada, Washington, Oregon, and California, I was so happy to go
The beauty found everywhere, opened my eyes real wide
Touched me so much deeper in many ways, on the inside

These days, I'm not much for traveling, at least not that far
I'll never take a plane, I prefer a bus, train, or a car
On the internet, I travel places worldwide
In photos that are shared, it's such a quick ride

I haven't been to Every Place, yet I'm glad to say
I'm so happy, I had a chance to get away
I do know, on a nice day you won't find me home
You'll find me on Aronson Island, where I like to roam

©Jun 27, 2023 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

I never traveled as much as some people, but I had fun
exploring the places I did get to see. When I had a camera
I took many pictures.


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Wild Beast Safari

 By Walt Perryman

My wild beast safari this morning,
To some men, it may be a warning!

My simple job today was taking the cat to the Vet,
I’ve tried for 2 hours and have not caught her yet.

I put food in the carrier and hid behind the door,
But, after our fight, she was not around anymore.

I suffered a few scratches from that wild beast,
The last time that I saw her she was headed east!

I received the worst of the fight and that is a pity,
I am ashamed to say that I got beat up by a kitty!

I will have to tell my wife, that I didn’t take her today,
No problem, she does our dangerous jobs anyway!

©June 16, 2023 Walt Perryman

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 By John McGrath

A faded photograph hangs on the wall,
My mother beaming proud as any peacock
By a gleaming new Ford Anglia.

When times were tough, and love was not enough
Her trips to Cobh and Shannon kept us fed.
My father wouldn’t eat ‘til she got home.

She’d learned to drive a milk float in the war.
Her eyes still danced and sparkled at the telling,
How the farm boys whistled, and policemen smiled.

An extra pint for Irish girls abandoned,
Tied to their children when their men went home,
Reluctant for a fight that wasn’t theirs.

Once a year she took us to the seaside,
Boot piled high with sandwiches and cake.
Hot water from a woman near the coast.

Her car sits silent in the shed now,
Dust-covered, cobweb-shrouded.
A blanket on the bonnet to keep out the cold.

©April 2006 John McGrath

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A Friend Named Steve

 By Bud Lemire

I was told, in Louisiana, he fell out of a tree
Helping out, after a hurricane, and fell quickly
He ended up at Harbor Tower, and needed care
Through the agency I worked for, I became aware

Looking back ten years ago, it seems like a dream
Donna wanted me to help with him, be part of the team
I was shy at first, but then I got to know him
Donna would come by, to give him a trim

We got to know each other well
I'd listen to his past that he would tell
Trips to Beaver Island, with his Dad
All the plane trips, that they had

On TV during the day, he watched CNN News
We both agreed, and had the same political views
In the evening, it was “Archer,” “Futurama,” and “Family Guy”
I'd stay until work was done, visit awhile, and say goodnight and bye

He'd tease me for a reaction, and watch my face
I always had a snappy comeback, to put him in his place
He said to me once, “It's great to have another intelligent person to talk to”
As the time passed by, the friendship that we had come to know, grew

Whenever there was something, that I didn't want to do
He'd joke around, and we always made it through
He was a good man, and also very smart
If you knew him like I did, he had a good heart

©Jan 16, 2023 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

Steve, you made it to the spirit world now. You
can walk, and do many things you couldn't before.
You are free of the limitations your body gave you.
We are all free of our limitations when we pass.
Thank you for being a friend of mine. As I was
there for you, you were also there for me. The
world out there is a cruel place, and we fought
our fears together. Thank you my friend.


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Invitation Thing

 By Walt Perryman

Before I joined this Church, I had been coming here for about a year.
When D.G. would do that “invitational thing”, that was my biggest fear.

I always felt like he was looking right straight at me.
A time or two there, I started to flee.

When that invitation song got to the second verse or the third.
My eyes were on that songbook and I would be singing like a bird..

Sometimes I would turn my head and look off to the side.
Before I would know it, he would be over there, too. I couldn't hide.

If you have a Baptist Preacher that’s a hard-headed cowboy, too,
He is kind of like a cutting horse when he comes after you.

One Sunday something happened. Maybe D.G. gave me a nod.
But I knew in my heart, it was time for me to go up and find God.

That is enough about me and my glory.
Now, it is time for the “Rest of the Story.”

I heard D.G. got hurt bumping heads with a big old cow.
He had a big gash up around his old eyebrow.

But as the story began to unfold,
I heard the cow was knocked out cold.

When you mess with a hard-headed cowboy preacher, there’s a repercussion.
Look at me, I got religion! Look at that cow, she got a concussion.

So never underestimate what a hard-headed cowboy preacher can do.
Do not be surprised if someday at Church that old cow shows up, too.

I would like to say that I no longer have that invitational fear.
And I want to thank old D.G. for helping me to find my way here.

©Circa 2003 Walt Perryman

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Connemara Rain

 By John McGrath

Connemara rain beats hard
against my window pane
and on the hills beyond

where old stones
fold about themselves
Galway shawls
of umber grass
and hunch their backs
against an ancient wind,
indifferent to wind and rain
and me.

And then the sun breaks through
to light the distant sea
with darts of silver.

©October 2010 John McGrath

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They Crossed Over

By Bud Lemire

She had just passed over, yet she didn't know what to do
Her body just stopped breathing, she had to get a message through
She knew his cousin can hear and see, spirits who have passed
The Spirit World's calling me, so I better make it fast

She went on to meet her family, and her lover's Mother
So many spirits she knew there, she even met his brother
She's still learning, how to be a spirit over there
And is finding it easier, to go almost anywhere

Every night, she spends time with the one she loves most
He can feel her, but can't see her, she's just like a ghost
At least he knows, because her love is felt in bed
Because of his belief, he knows that she's not dead

Another has crossed over, it's a client that he had
“First I crossed, then his client crossed, now he's really sad”
His client didn't believe in the afterlife, he didn't know where he was
Vicki was new to helping spirits cross over, so she found someone who does

In the afterlife, his client really didn't believe
He was totally amazed, and knew some would grieve
He left his health issues behind, when he left his bed
“Bud was right! I'm more alive, and I'm not dead”
You see, now this client who passed can live once more
He can walk again, he is whole again, and he can soar

©Jan 11, 2023 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

Some may believe this to be made up and not true
Some may believe that it is true and messages came through.
Believe me, it is true, at least most of it is. It's about my
Vicki, and my client who passed. I write this in honor
of two wonderful souls who are now living in the spirit world
The one I love most visits me, to remind me, our love will
never die. Love is eternal.


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Happiness Ramble

 By Walt Perryman

My life’s dreams were always where I was not.
Therefore, I was always moving around a lot!

My problem was, wherever I went, I was there too.
Before long I was doing the same things I used to do.

Until I discovered that happiness was not a place,
It’s in your heart and soul and shows on your face.

So, if you are still looking on the map for happiness,
Stay where you are and ask God for His forgiveness!

Life is too short to be unhappy wherever you reside,
Instead, keep a smile on your face and God by your side.

When you live like God wants you to,
Give it time and happiness will find you.

©June 22, 2023 Walt Perryman

Walt on Father's Day, June 18, 2023.

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December Wind

 By John McGrath

(Sonnet For Linda)

Her home a run-down rig of chrome and tin,
A piebald pony, horse-box, Hiace van
Long-acre grazing and a long, hard road
From home to school, her books a heavy load.
She wears a Penney’s tracksuit, pink and loud,
Brooks neither help nor insult, strong and proud
She stands in bristled anger with no tears,
Fire in her eyes and claws to hide her fears.
A curse, a prayer, from her they seem the same,
Her gentle spirit smothered, as a flame
Fanned by a mocking, dark, December wind
Flickers and dies. She wraps her young girl’s mind
In shell as hard as roads that lie ahead
And cold as winter in a wayside shed.

©2005 John McGrath

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The World Has Changed


By Bud Lemire

Over the last few years, the world sure has changed
With politics and viruses, it sure seems so deranged
People against people, you see it here and there
Lies and deception, are happening everywhere

Many people don't even see, what's before their eyes
What keeps on growing, are those terrible lies
When you do something wrong, justice should be paid
Yet it keeps getting worse, it just won't fade

Fighting for their rights, they sing a battle song
All the leader wants, is to right what's been wrong
You may see this differently, but I'll tell you what I see
A world that has gone backwards, into history

We shouldn't be fighting each other, the truth is plain to know
Yet stupidity is found everywhere, how will we ever grow
In years to come, they'll study what has happened here today
And find out what went wrong, someone will have to pay

For now I think we need to get wise, our future is on trial
So once again we'll have peace, and we can all smile
Study all that's happened, facts are all right there
The world has changed, and it should be better everywhere

©Dec 30, 2022 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

When something happens that shouldn't have happened, then
something isn't right. Anyone who believes in the riot that hit
Washington DC, needs to think again. The Covid virus should
never have been, and yet it happened. If we had been warned
by our leader, we could have prevented a lot of the many deaths
that it caused and will cause. It's common sense, use it.


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It’s All Relative

 By Walt Perryman

In this modern world, this is what I seem to find,
Everything is relative in my little human mind.

I do not understand anything about electricity at all,
But I know it comes on when I flip the switch on the wall.

I was happy back when I had two channels on my TV,
Now, I have hundreds, but not one that I want to see.

How my first microwave cooked so fast, I didn’t know,
Now, if it cooks something in 3 minutes, it’s too slow.

The first computers filled up a large room way back then.
Now, I can put one in my pocket and have room for a pen.

Another thought about relativity that may seem odd;
Many people take everything for granted, except God.

I guess this morning this is what I am trying to say,
I don’t understand God, but I believe in him anyway.

©June 2023 Walt Perryman

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