Monday, December 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

 


By Mary E. Adair

“You can tell a lot about a person
by the way they handle three things:
a rainy day, lost luggage,
and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
— Maya Angelou

Hello to December 2025

November had a few weather tantrums here and there around the United States although all were not affected. Heavy rain in some states caused many kinds of delays but the snow during the last week was surprisingly heavy for the first of the winter season. Our own town had only welcomed precipitation of the unfrozen variety.


In a similar manner, very scant or contrarily prolific compositions arrived. One tends to be concerned for the health of authors when they aren't submitting as usual. My hope is always that there has been happy or serendipitous reasons for delays, and we have ended up with a nicely varied content for this issue.

My own poem for December is one that has become like a tradition to show at Christmas, "Tiny Miracle." The nostalgic poem "Love is God's Gift" composed by my mother on the night my father proposed to her, is a personal favorite. Two timely poems, "Harbor Tower Christmas - 2005" and "The Gift of Christmas" by Bud Lemire are included.


John I. Blair, who recently had serious surgery and is due for more this month graciously permitted my four choices of his previously published poetry. They are "The Holly As Tall As The House," "Speaking," "Confession," and "Golden Days."


Walt Perryman's four poems this month are "There’s Not a Day That’s Just Another Day!!," "Something to Think about As You Age!," "Watching TV or Not!!!," and "My First Rough Necking Job!" A special treat is having the Article show Walt's "Honey Dog Tales" number 7 plus all the pics of Honey shown during the series. (All can be found as Stories in his list of published work, below his bio, accessible by clicking his byline.)


"On Trek" by Judith Kroll also shows two of her poems. Marilyn Carnell is settling into her new living arrangement and looking toward new ideas in "Sifoddling Along." "Introspection" shows author Thomas F. O'Neill ready for the Yuletide season.


"Cooking with Rod's Family" features a Breakfast Casserole ideal for company Holiday visits. Melinda Cohenour and granddaughter Erin give all the directions and tips for success. Pauline Evanosky discusses a different way to view Progress, in her column "Woo Woo." Our Dublin, Ireland columnist Mattie Lennon reviews two new books he refers to as seasonal in his "Irish Eyes."


Melinda Cohenour's "Armchair Genealogy" displays a story such as can be included in family tree records these days with the expanded capabilities of websites like Ancestry. This her own such story.


Our co-founder and webmaster Michael Craner muses about preparing for Christmas time in his column "Mike's Place." This is a busy season for him and his family as they participate in  area activities. We appreciate him as a long time friend (like family) and all he handles keeping our International eZine going.

Next issue for January is already simmering with ideas. See you then!


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Mike's Place

 

By Michael L. Craner

Yeah I get it... Christmas in November, will this guy ever shut up? It's especially harder this year with prices being higher than ever...


But I don't, nor have I ever suggested spending a lot of money for Christmas. Obviously we have to sometimes for the little ones...


For me the best gifts are homemade, made from the heart, ornaments and decorations as well.


The real gift is spending time with loved ones. Talking, baking, cooking, and crafting those gifts.


This is something everyone can do. Even if you don't have a family, you can make one for the holidays.


Aside from the religious meanings and remembrances, this is a time to celebrate harvests, and good will towards others. Christmas is NOT just a day to dump hundreds or thousands of dollars in gifts to loved ones. It's a full season of doing good and kind things for those in need.


So yeah, it's still November.


Merry Christmas!


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Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

Following the theme of documenting my own stories as I near the zenith of life, I've chosen to relate this story which ties together so many threads of the fabric of my memories. Places, people, music - themes intertwined. I've long held a belief that one of God's 'mysterious ways' includes His way of introducing folks who will have an impact (great or small but there, nonetheless) on our life. In my theory, the first moment a person enters your consciousness - that first moment of awareness, maybe a lingering glance, perhaps something elusive that grabs your attention whatever form it takes - that initial awareness foretells a future interaction or even INTERWOVEN chains of events. The longer the glance or the greater the initial impact, the more complex will be your future shared HAPPENINGS. I will revisit this belief hopefully in a future column because there have been a few amazing such miracles in my long life. Such is the story of Bob Brunson and the Rubaiyat and our complex friendship through the years. Recently Bob and I shared internet stories about that well-loved place and time in our lives. Bob wrote back with what I believe to be the epic summation of that moment in time:

"The article captures the essence, (a bit hyperbolic) Nevertheless, to some degree we all knew we were watching music history being made. It was the proverbial lightning in a bottle, and sadly, won't be repeated. Luckily, we got to watch some of it happen."


The Rubaiyat, Dallas, Texas.


(My personal Magic Carpet)

My dear friend Bob Brunson introduced me to the Rubaiyat in the very early 1970's or perhaps even 1969. Bob had been in a recently ended long-term romantic relationship with a lovely young lady and they had maintained a good friendship. She was at that time engaged to an old friend of mine from Monahans High School - Ray Pope. Ray's daddy was one of our football coaches. It was a serendipitous event when my sister Noralee and a girlfriend of mine joined me for burgers at Adair's, a very popular hole-in-the-wall hangout in Dallas, originally located on Cedar Springs. (Adair's history in link at end of column). We were laughing and joking with a table of guys near us who asked where in the world we got our deep Texas drawl. My response, "Out in a little piece of Heaven in the Sandhills named Monahans!" From somewhere in the huge crowd was heard, "Did I hear MONAHANS? WHERE ARE YOU MONAHANS!" It was Ray Pope. We shared our table with Ray, said our Hellos and exchanged phone numbers and that began a High School reunion of sorts as Ray and I shared our Monahans alumni pals' Dallas info. Soon Ray introduced me to his girlfriend and they decided I had to meet Bob Brunson. What a wonderful friend Bob became. A dear, funny, talented, caring, beloved friend for life.


Bob told me the best music venue in Dallas (and maybe in the world) was The Rubaiyat. He promptly took me to see a favorite of his, Mike Williams (Is There a Heaven for Balloons?)

The Story of the Rubaiyat may be read by clicking the link below this column.


There I saw Steve Martin, before he was a name, do his comic skits including the phone monologue and the arrow through the head bit. Who could possibly know decades later Steve and my phenomenally talented sister-in-law Patti Cohenour would become friends and even share a marquee. Patti was cast in the premiere production of the musical Bright Star which Steve Martin co-created with Edie Brickell. This collaboration capped a long-time friendship with Steve.


Patti was the first alternate to Lady Sarah Brightman when "Phantom of the Opera" burst upon Broadway to worldwide acclaim and her arias were valued over even Ms. Brightman's by many critics. Patti performed the lead when Phantom played in Canada as well as in London where the musical was viewed by the Queen of England. This was but one of Patti's starring roles on Broadway albeit, undoubtedly, the most famous.


Also at the Rubaiyat I became acquainted with Michael Martin Murphy (way before he had to add Martin as his middle name because professionally ASCAP already had an acting member named Michael Murphy), Ray Wylie Hubbard ... Three Faces West, both Dan McCrimmon and Steve Fromholz of Frummox (each of whom would later be separately named Poet Laureate by the State of Texas), B. W. Stevenson (my personal nickname for my "lil brother" was Chuckles, which he pretended to hate but secretly loved. We became close friends. He turned to me for advice when Steve McQueen happened to show up on a motorcycle at the little Austin club where he was playing and wanted to sign him to do the music for his next film, The Getaway. Sweet BW thought I knew everything, bless his heart. I deeply appreciated his friendship but when he called, I, of course, advised him to get a good lawyer and to protect his publication interests.)


(Another side story of interest here: I first met B. W. and his harmonica playing friend Michael Siegfried Raphael playing together informally at the Rubaiyat. They were former high school buddies. Michael Raphael (who always went by Mickey and we nicknamed "Mickey Mouth,") would later join Willie Nelson's band and make musical history. There's hardly a recording artist or group that hasn't shared their stage or recording studio with Mickey Raphael, rock, jazz, folk, country.... he's played for all musical genres! Along the way, Mickey Raphael would meet Ali MacGraw who was divorced from Steve McQueen. Mickey and Ali never married but shared many years happily together. (More about Mickey "Mouth" Raphael at the link below column.)


He also told me as we sat outside the apartments managed by Allen Damron that his late father had come to him the night before, sat on his chest and told him to wake up as he had to tell him something important.


Then Chuckles said, "Daddy says I'll never see 39. I'm gonna die at 38 of an infected heart."


He did - following open heart surgery a staph infection of his heart culminated in his death.


(Allen Damron became another lifelong friend. I cherish our last email exchanges during his last years in Terlingua before his death in 2005. I've included a link to his biographical information below.)


I just located an old post in Facebook that included a comment of mine memorializing some of the very memories I've mentioned in this column (shared in next paragraphs):

"Frummox", Jerry Jeff Walker, Michael Martin Murphy, B W Stevenson and Mickey "Mouth" Raphael (fresh from high school and a team at that time before Willie Nelson discovered the incredible harmonica talent of Mickey), Three Faces West, Russ Kirkpatrick, marvelous entertainment from the '60's and '70's appeared there. What wonderful memories.


A sweet gem that appeared below this of mine posted Aug 9, 2016, was a comment made by my dear, dear friend Angela Blair (elder sister and best friend, manager, strongest supporter and essential organizer and marketing pro of Steve Fromholz). Angela wrote: "Those were the days my friend!" to which I replied: "Feeling a bit nostalgic today, Sis. Oh! To relive those days, complete with all our beloved friends and family."


My long-term relationship with Steve Fromholz began with the first time I heard Frummox ... Steve introduced himself after the first set. We made the after hours circuit that evening, the first of many many years of memorable times that evolved from that first night together. Steve and Travis Holland and a few more band members crashed at my apartment once when rooms in Dallas simply could not be obtained due to some huge convention. The guys, as usual, engaged in an impromptu jam. They firmed up some lyrics of Everybody's Going On The Road and started a couple of new song ideas. (I'd be remiss if I failed to provide a link or so to Steve performing a few of his songs. See below)


Travis Holland was a very cherished friend of Steve's. Steve credited Travis with teaching him how to "really play" guitar. Travis was the master of deadpan, low-key humor (or was it just Travis being Travis?) Steve told of them going to a restaurant whose claim to fame was a menu full of egg dishes: Benedict, scrambled, omelettes galore, fried sunny side up or over easy or laced. Waitress asks Travis "And how do you like your eggs sir?"
Travis: "Jes fine, ma'am, jes fine.'


My favorites of all Steve's songs are "Song for Steven Sills" and his famed incredible Texas Trilogy. Follow the links to hear him perform these songs.
I still mourn his loss.


So many of these friends have passed beyond the veil; but my memories of so many, many shared moments will live on bringing light and love and music and laughter into my days.


Penned with love.


Links to introduce you to my friends and world during those early adult years whose memories enrich my life to this day.

    The Rubaiyat:
     The Story of the Rubaiyat Club, the Birthplace of Texas Music - D Magazine
    scattershooting: the RubaiyatThis second link mentions Russ Kirkpatrick who actually wrote a song about a shared memory of a prior life we believe we shared along with Bill Moss (fabulous black folk singer who actually saved my life once ... for another memory one day). Russ and I dated awhile...
    scattershooting: the Rubaiyat
    History: Adair's Saloon
     Adair's Saloon
    Mickey Raphael Actually Played Iconic Harmonica Solo on Motley Crue’s “Smokin’ In The Boys Room” here:
     “Smokin’ In The Boys Room” - Saving Country Music
    More about Mickey "Mouth" Raphael here:
    Mickey Raphael - Wikipedia

                    B. W. "Buckwheat" Stevenson

      A Live Performance video:

 

    His story:B. W. Stevenson - Wikipedia
    B. W. Stevenson - Wikipedia
    Stevenson, Louis Charles \[Buckwheat, B.W.]
    Stevenson, Louis Charles [Buckwheat, B.W.]
    Very nostalgic video:BW on stage when Steve Fromholz, Rusty Wier, and Mickey Mouth Raphael drop in for a rousing, crazy unrehearsed performance. Today only Mickey Raphael is still here. We have lost BW, Steve and Rusty ... Three of my crazy, sweet, talented, fun loving friends. Not the most polished but certainly one of my treasures videos.
    BW on stage when Steve Fromholz, Rusty Wier, and Mickey Mouth Raphael drop in for a rousing, crazy unrehearsed performance.
    And can't leave out this one. Five of BW's best songs
    Five of BW's best songs
    Allen Damron
     Damron, Allen Wayne
    Steven Fromholz - Wikipedia
    Steven Fromholz - Wikipedia
    Instagram share by a fan who wrote:
    Willie's mid-70s recording of his "I'd Have to be Crazy" bought Lamborghinis for Steve's grandkids, and made it OK -- albeit, sad -- that most of the rest of the world never caught on to how great he was. He has the Texas Trilogy already but I thought this would be another nice triple take on his genius. ((Usual small-print: All rights reserved by Steve, his publishers and his record companies. I am making no attempt to derive $$$ benefit from posting this, only trying to introduce others to what some of us already know, and maybe even make the poor guy a few more bucks for all the joy he's given us.)

    Instagram share by a fan
    Frummox(Steve Fromholz and Dan MacCrimmon) performing Man With the Big Hato. Steve when I first met him.
    Frummox(Steve Fromholz and Dan MacCrimmon) performing Man With the Big Hato
    Frummox: Here to There, 1969 feat.
    Frummox: Here to There, 1969


Attachments Area:


Preview YouTube video B.W. Stevenson and Friends (Live) 1974 - Ritz Theatre, Corpus Christi, TXPreview YouTube video B.W. Stevenson and Friends (Live) 1974 - Ritz Theatre, Corpus Christi, TX


Preview YouTube video 5x B. W. Stevenson ( The Best Of Internacional Music )Preview YouTube video 5x B. W. Stevenson ( The Best Of Internacional Music )


Preview YouTube video Steve Fromholz -- Road, Bears, Alone trilogy.wmvPreview YouTube video Steve Fromholz -- Road, Bears, Alone trilogy.wmv


Preview YouTube video Frummox - Man With The Big Hat \[1969]


Preview YouTube video Frummox - Man With The Big Hat \[1969]


Preview YouTube video Frummox - Here to There (1969) - feat. Steven Fromholz and Dan McCrimmonPreview YouTube video Frummox - Here to There (1969) - feat. Steven Fromholz and Dan McCrimmon


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Irish Eyes

 

By Mattie Lennon

Two Worthwhile Seasonal Reads

Born and reared in Townsend Street Dublin in 1908, N.P. Kennedy witnessed first-hand the events leading to Irish freedom in the first decades of the last century. So did Sean O’Casey but he wrote plays about it. Did Kennedy write anything?


After his death in 1978 His daughter Ailis, who found the manuscript of The Tragic Isle, says, "This spans some of the recruitment of World War 1 veterans as auxiliaries to the RIC (the infamous Black and Tans), through the rebel resistance, the post- treaty Civil War and final declaration of peace. It is a story of civil and personal conflict, of love and despair plus courage and commitment. The book is a valuable legacy for our family, which we would like to share with you."


The author himself lived through and suffered because of the turbulence of those troubled times portrayed in the book. His parents were obliged to close their shop in Townsend Street because of it.


The main character, a British Army WWI veteran, Bernard Thompson, like many survivors of that terrible conflict, finds himself down and out on the streets of London, jobless, hungry and homeless. He is given an opportunity to “serve in Ireland”. The details of his posting were scant and untruthful. He found himself operating as an auxiliary to the Royal Irish Constabulary (RIC) during Ireland’s War of Independence and was disheartened and appalled by the actions of his fellow “recruits.” He is left for dead after his patrol is ambushed and he is rescued by the same rebel forces that he is expected to suppress. Bernard is brought to a rebel household, where he is brought to, and slowly regains his health. As he recovers, he acquires an understanding of the situation and can see things clearly from the rebels’ viewpoint and becomes sympathetic to their cause. From his first day in Ireland he was aware of how he was misled as to the role to which he had been enlisted.


Bernard Thompson is eventually trusted by the rebels, joins them, and becomes one of “the men who fought the Auxies and beat the Black and Tan”, and later during the Civil War he is told, “My God, Thompson! If only our own flesh and blood had stood by the country as you have done, we'd have won outright by now.”


The Tragic Isle is a historical novel and Bernard Thompson is a fictional character who, like many of the other people portrayed, fits the profile of people on both sides.


The events also are merely transplanted from real conflict with names of people and places given different names. The reprisals of Balbriggan in county Dublin are faithfully based on real atrocities.


Thanks to The Manuscript Publisher, Ailis Kennedy and her family we are able to get this well written and informative work of historical reading, and it’s available online.

* * * * * *


Jarrah Regan is a legend in comedy circles and around the world. He was the auditor of the Literary and Historical Society in UCD when he was a student there.


His stand-up comedy career started in 2003 and a year later he was a finalist for three major UK comedy newcomer awards: So You Think You’re Funny, BBC New Comedy Awards, and the Chortle Student Comedian of the Year. Then in 2006, he performed as part of the first ever Irish gala at the Just for Laughs festival in Montreal, Canada. Regan's shows have included 2007's Edinburgh Fringe show "Nobody Knows..." Jarlath Regan", 2018/19's "Organ Freeman", which chronicled his experience as a live-organ donor, and 2019/2020's "Notion's Eleven", which was recorded in Vicar Street for online release in late 2020.


Regan wrote and performed sketches on Scope, an Irish science television programme for teenagers and was a regular panellist during the 2008–2009 season of The Panel. In 2010, he co-presented The Rumour Room, a teen entertainment series part of TRTÉ on RTÉ Two television.


The Gobshite, The horsey set in the plains of Kildare, may not be all that impressed by his account of his native heath: "I always call the Curragh Ireland's desert, because it's so flat, green, vast, and isolated. A lot of my memories are of being on my bike and cycling into a gale force wind attempting to get to Newbridge to see my friends.” The latest string to his bow will make us all proud of him. I was on a committee once and my function was to deal with the media. I called myself "The Gobshite in charge of Bullshit." I was joking, or thought I was. But it seems I wasn’t. In Regan’s hardback recently published, "The Gobshite Guidebook," I won’t admit how many of the 28 pieces in the 183 pages in which I am described. From Celebrity Goshutes, to Gob Shiites in Relationships, to How Goshutes React in Emergencies, it’s all there. This is a funny book written by a very funny man but it contains some very sound serious advice. For instance how to Spot When a Gobshite Is Lying; Seven of the most commonly used Gobshite lies:

    1. ‘It was like that when I got here.’
    2. ‘I heard about a guy who had a similar problem.’
    3. ‘There seemed to be a bit of confusion/nobody was clear on that.’
    4. ’I tried but they wouldn’t let me. I swear.’
    5. ‘I was just thinking the same thing.’
    6. ‘Will you relax? I definitely checked before I left.’


Some of you have been reading my column for more than twenty years and no doubt many of you thought that I was a Gobshite. Well, thanks to Jarlath Regan I’m in a position to tell you that you were right.


If you have a friend who is a Gobshite give them "The Gobshite Guidebook for Christmas" and allow them to see themselves as others see them. And there are others who you are not sure if they fit the profile. It is an ideal present for them also. Details at;www.gillbooks.ie


HAPPY CHRISTMAS.


I'll see you next year!


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Woo Woo

 

By Pauline Evanosky

Where Progress Is a Tree

I like being in a place where it happens occasionally that I realize things. Specifically, I realize things in a burst. Not a slow coming to a conclusion sort of thing that might take me months to do. A sudden insight. This time, I realized that progress was not a straight shot. It wasn’t upward. It wasn’t sideways. There was nothing straight about it.


I realized progress for me looked like a tree. The beginning, of course, was a seed, a shoot, a sprout. As your resolve and attention focus, tiny roots move through the dirt. You have a teacher or a tutor (could even be YouTube) who instructs you in the way they perceive progress. That’s okay. You need some first steps.


At some point, you remove the training wheels, and you go off cycling on your own. This is where your progress starts acting like a tree. It moves. It is alive. And tiny branches begin to form. Yes, maybe it is only a branch at a time, but then you get to a point where your branches have branches and leaves are sprouting all over the tree.


This is progress.


You move at your own pace. I don’t know why I never realized this. And now that I know? I think I can relax a little bit. I don’t need to worry if I’m on the right track. I can be assured that I actually know where I’m going, even if the end dances around on the horizon like a mirage.


Another thing I have to school myself on is my expectation of where progress takes me.


As a writer, I envision that my books will eventually be published. This is where my magical mind expects Prince Publisher to drop out of the sky with my shoe in hand. What I have to remind myself is to believe in the magic of manifestation and to send out prayers to enlist the help of whoever it might turn out to be to help me through the minefield of publishing.


I’m not sure why I just called it a minefield. I can imagine at this point what earth torn and mounded on a battlefield looks like easier than I can imagine what publishing is going to be like.


Okay, I admit. It is fear that is standing in the way. Fear only delays progress. Does a tree fear? I doubt it. Even with flames licking around its trunk, I don’t think a tree fears. That’s how they figured out the baby sequoias in Yosemite grew. It was through the heat of forest fires. The forest rangers had not known that. They’d been trying for years to get new sequoias to grow. It wasn’t until they instituted a program of prescribed burns, just as the Native Americans had done for thousands of years, in the 1960s, that new trees began to grow and to protect and cultivate the land.


As a psychic, I can only imagine what a tree feels. It would take more than what I can do now to experience that, though I can tell you it is possible. The closest I can get is when my houseplants are thirsty. It isn’t a panicky or a negative feeling. They are thirsty. I understand.


Thanks for reading.
Pauline Evanosky


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Cooking with Rod's Family

 

By Melinda Cohenour



My granddaughter has been doing yeoman duties cooking for a hungry houseful! This is her idea for an all-in-one casserole for breakfast or brunch that serves 8 with a little bit of help from Nanny (that's me!)

Erin's Breakfast Casserole

Ingredients:

    * 1 lb bacon
    * 6-8 medium size potatoes
    * 1 lb. ground sausage (low fat, sage preferred)
    * 18 large eggs
    * 1/2 cup milk
    * 8 oz. grated cheddar cheese (not prepackaged shredded because of the waxy filler)
    * Tablespoon or 2 of parsley leaves
    * 2 cans jumbo buttermilk biscuits

Instructions:

    1. Put on bacon
    2. While it cooks wash and cut potatoes into about 1/2" slices. (No need to peel if washed thoroughly and any eyes removed.)
    3. When you've got some bacon brownies in the grease in the skillet dip tops and bottoms of biscuits and put on baking sheet to add on top of your casserole later
    4. When bacon is done remove it from the skillet and put potato rounds in to fry on first side.
    5. Turn potatoes over to brown other side. Done when browned on both sides and a fork pierces easily
    6. Cook sausage by scumbling as it fries. DRAIN OFF ALL GREASE. Put on paper towels when done to get most of remaining grease off.
    7. Prepare eggs (always figure 2 per person plus 2 for the pan) by stirring thoroughly with a whisk in a bowl. Add a little milk (like only 1/2 cup) and whisk again.
    8. Can season eggs with a little ground sage. A sprinkle of onion powder. A dusting of parsley and VERY LITTLE BLACK PEPPER ...

LAYER YOUR CASSEROLE DISH:
    * Brush dish lightly with bacon grease
    * POTATO ROUNDS
    * SAUSAGE MIXTURE
    * EGGS YOU HAVE WHISKED (NOT COOKED)
    * BACON
    * GRATED CHEESE
    * BISCUITS.

BAKE IN 350° OVEN. WHEN BISCUITS ARE DONE IT SHOULD BE READY.


Excellent served with fresh cantaloupe or orange slices and banana. Provide fresh juice, hot coffee or hot chocolate.


Bon appetite ~!


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Introspective

 

By Thomas F. O'Neill

The yuletide season is once again upon us, with all the hustle and bustle of the mad shoppers. I, for one, didn't participate in the frenzy of Black Friday as millions did in America, and I never will.


I am one of those people who enjoy sharing and giving thanks to the special people in my life. That truly makes this time of year special for me.


I surely have plenty to be thankful for because throughout my life, people have gone out of their way to be kind to me, and I like to remind people that when you care for others, you are cared for, and when you love others, you are loved. This special season of giving should reveal our love for one another through kindness because loving kindness gives this special season its true meaning.


There was a time, though, when I felt the season of giving was simply a common courtesy in order to receive and provide our significant others with material gifts.


I now understand more clearly that this special season is for heartfelt acts of gratitude for having people in our lives. When keeping the true spirit of giving close to our heart, it enables us to give from the heart all year-round.


The yuletide season should be a time when our love comes to call because that love gives this time of year its true meaning.


I have found over the years, though, that it's not the material gifts that count in life but rather the unrecognized, undetected, and unremembered acts of loving kindness that are our greatest gifts and achievements in life.


If we truly want to see a world of loving and joyous people, we must be loving and joyous toward the people in our own lives. That potential is part of our humanity. When we reach out and touch others, we touch part of the humanity that is within us. When we enhance the life of another in need, we, in turn, enhance our own lives.


Objects gift-wrapped in shiny paper can be forgotten over time, but kindness whispered to those in need will echo endlessly throughout the community. Those small acts of kindness resonate with the giver and the receiver because they are gifts from the heart. Such priceless gifts can never be measured monetarily, though, because how can you put a price on love?


From my heart to yours, I would like to wish all of you a very merry and joyous holiday season.

Always with love,

Thomas F O'Neill

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Sifoddling Along

 

By Marilyn Carnell

In Minnesota there are many sayings, but one of my favorites is that there are only two seasons, not four. They are: “Winter is coming – Winter is here.”


The “Winter is coming” seasons are glorious, but all too brief. Spring creeps in with greening grass and teeming flowers, Summer is filled with bright sun, puffy clouds and the bluest skies, Fall is a riot of fiery colors, but Winter seems to last forever with grey skies and nearly bare trees with only a few rag-tag bunches of leaves refusing to let go and settle back to the earth.


Perhaps that is why Christmas is so important – the bright lights usually go on Thanksgiving weekend when families get together and have time to decorate. Neighborhoods glow with color and figures of festive importance. Some areas are so spectacular that they attract strings of cars filled with lookers who enjoy seeing what items have been added this year.


I am reminded of an area in Kansas City where it is whispered that gangsters dwell. Every year that neighborhood is a fairy land of lights and animation. Many lawns look as well planned as department store windows. Their unstated message is “we are not all bad” it seems to me.


This year I am in a new home and Winter has arrived far ahead of its official beginning with the Winter Solstice. As I write, Thanksgiving is next week, so I am thinking of how I want to decorate my apartment to celebrate the holidays and brighten up my life because Winter is here.


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On Trek

 

By Judith Kroll

How to capture that sense stirring View?
Do I paint it with a brush?
Do I use my camera for a picture?
I could describe it with words that ebb and flow with love.

It is snuggled in my memory bank, settled in.
When I close my eyes and mentally visualize,
I feel, see, smell, hear the magnificent view.
All My senses have arisen for the moment of memory.

It compares to seeing a loved one’s face,
We are no longer able to “see” on the planet.

A person, an animal, place or thing.
All is forever etched into our heart, our soul, our whole being.
Many forever memories exist within.

Love,
Judith 4/20/23>

I turned the globe over in my hands and
said, “where shall I go to find joy.”
As I peeked at the countries,
it finally hit me.
Joy is within
If I am joyful,
there will always be joy for me,
and my joy will be contagious
like a child's laughter and/
or an animal's antics.

Joy is FREE
Joy is HEALING
JOY IS LOVE MADE
BEAUTIFUL
Joyful Judith.

©7/2018 Judith Kroll


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Honey Dogs Last Farewell 2010

 

Honey Dogs Last Farewell 2010

By Walt Perryman

Honey Dog Tales - Seven

By Honey Dog

To: All Canines on Earth.

Honey Dogs Last Farewell


Hello friends, A lot has happened since the last episode I wrote because I am writing this from Heaven. Yep, I got sick and had to come on up here. It is great up here.


First, I met a man by the name of St. Peter. He has a long beard just like some of the musicians in Luckenbach. He said I could wait here until my master dies and comes along.


Friends, they have real jerky up here, not that old “Taste like bacon imitation stuff I used to get”. Oh! I do miss him, but this is not a bad waiting place, there are a lot of dogs here waiting on their masters.


There are no dog fights, everyone just lives in harmony. The weather is perfect. There are no stickers or fleas, we run and play, then eat and sleep. Then, when a dog’s master comes through that Pearly Gate, there is a big reunion, they hug, and kiss then go off over a cloud to be together for eternity.


Oh! And I do not hurt anymore. It is great! I know my master misses me and I wish I could bark loud enough to tell him I am fine. But I think he really knows that. We Dogs do not live as long as some creatures, but we sure put our time in loving and pleasing our masters while we are there.


I miss Luckenbach, but this place is good, too. So, friends, love your masters all you can, and I will see you later up here. Arf! Arf!

©2021 Honey Dog
with Secretarial Assistant and Master Walt Perryman



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We Can Learn From Our Dogs.

We spend our life trying to love and be happy,
Dogs know how to do this as a little puppy.

A puppy loves you right from the very start,
Then it loves you for life with all its heart.

Dogs can show love by wagging their tails
. Often, we do not show our love and it fails.

Dogs may not live for as long as me and you,
But they give more love in less time too.

We can learn a lot from our dogs about living,
Like unconditional love and a lifetime of giving

. Dogs may be dumb, but their love is so true,
I guess we are too smart to love like they do.

Had you rather be dumb with a happy heart
Or be unhappy because you are too smart?

A hug, a smile, and the words. “I love you”,
Might not be such a dumb thing to do!!

©2021 Walt Perryman

Honey was the dog of the Luckenbach poet and she left memoirs for canines.
May ‘Honey Dog’ RIP. (2021)


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Tiny Miracle

 

By Mary E. Adair

Tiny fist near tiny eye,
The softest sound of breathing,
Tiny mouth moves in a sigh,
As puff of air is leaving.
Mother gazes thoughtfully,
As husband stands nearby,
Humble setting holds the three
With barely space to lie.
Tiny Babe will change the world,
Mother senses as she rests,
Husband stands in cloak tight-furled...
Someone comes, are they foe, or guests?
On bended knee, in robes well-worn,
Shepherds praise the precious Child.
They've been told that this Newborn
Is the King they've longed for quite awhile.
Others arrive in more costly garb,
With royal gifts for Royalty...
These earthly Kings have traveled far,
Star-guided, this Babe to see.
Mary pondered, when she saw wisemen kneel,
Just how much He will see in His life.
Reality must have seemed unreal
To the husband watching Child and wife.
Blessed moment in time, through time undimmed,
As angels sang, 'neath Bethlehem's sky,
Many came to the stable to worship Him,
None knowing or suspecting how He'd die.

Born Christ for all who would believe,
Born helpless, and gentle, and mild.
Tiny heart would soon enough grow to grieve
For those lost to the message of the Child.
For those who would not believe the birth
Of the King, to a virginal Mother;
For those who preferred things of the earth,
To preparing their life for another.
Another life that would not end in death...
Miraculous...so hard to accept, for some...
That the soul that can leave within a breath,
Can arrive in Heaven before the next one.
Passage guaranteed by belief in that birth,
And belief that He died to save us from sin,
Defeated Death, and arose to walk on the earth,
And makes heavenly promises now to all men.
Telling death is nothing but a gateway to life
In Heaven, if His Words are heeded,
A transition to Glory from sin and strife...
A believing heart is all that is needed.
Telling us how to go spread His Word
About His birth, His life, and victory over death.
Was this all in the thoughts which Mary heard,
Pondered in her heart, as she counted each breath,
And watched tiny fist touch tiny eye
Of the Child she held to her breast,
Heard tiny lips breathe that sigh...
Did she know she was truly blessed?

©1999 Mary E. Adair
(Encore)


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Golden Days

 

By John I. Blair

Every day is golden --
I yearn to hold each one.

But then I learn
Half the pleasure’s in the fact
It’s not been here before
And will not come again.

So I just let it flow
And pray for more.

©2019 John I. Blair, 10/17/2019
Encore
See pic below of an earlier day's sun bronzed Blair. 


 

 


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My First Rough Necking Job!


By Walt Perryman

I’m Walt, an 81-year-old retired oilfield hand!
I hope there is someone that will understand.

My memories are all true even if I am over the hump,
But I miss the sounds of an old duplex mud pump.

And the roar of the diesel’s on the mud pumps and rig.
And all of my memories of the kicks are still pretty big.

I remember how cold and windy a West Texas winter can be,
And working derricks without a wind breaker to protect me.

And digging ditches around the substructure was hard work,
And the driller hollering to dig faster because he was a jerk.

From a roughneck to a drilling consultant took me many years,
And through it all I had many rough times and shed a few tears.

I hope someone out there will understand what I’m trying to say,
I can’t remember yesterday but I can my first rough necking day.

©Nov 7, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Harbor Tower Christmas - 2005

 

By Bud Lemire

A Harbor Tower Christmas 2005

by Bud Lemire on Dec 17, 2005

Gather around the Christmas tree

This is a Merry Christmas from me

I want to wish you all a special holiday

But there's so much more I want to say

The true joy of Christmas, aren't the gifts we give

It's the love we share, each day that we live

Sharing a smile with a fellow resident

Can be more rewarding than any present

The time spent with a lonely soul

Shines brighter than you'll ever know

Brighter than the brightest star

Giving love will take you far

Everyone here is special, from the first to the eighteenth floor

All have come here, from a place they were before

They all carry scars, from another time

Filling up their memories, somewhere in their mind

Give them each a smile

It only takes a short while

Give a part of you

Let your spirit come through

Christmas at Harbor Tower

Is a special time each hour

As one, let us all unite

In love and spiritual light

Merry Christmas to all my friends here at the tower. May the love and light let your spirit shine through on this special holiday. ~ Bud ~



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Something to Think about As You Age!

 

By Walt Perryman

I am beginning to learn as my years pass by,
And trying to get closer to God, before I die.

I went to church regularly until I was about ten,
Then it was 60 years before I started going again.

I know that God has always been in my heart,
However, for sixty years we grew farther apart.

So, I believe my seed was planted many years ago,
It’s taken around 60 years for it to sprout and grow.

Yes, I know that I am on my life’s downhill slide,
With God, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my ride.

©11/10/2025 Walt Perryman


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Speaking

 

By John I. Blair

She’s speaking to me all the time,
She, her sister, and her cousin,
Using the only words they have.

She speaks not only with her mouth
But with her entire body,
Twisting it this way, that way,

Waving her tail around,
Punching her head
Into my willing side.

I don’t know what she’s saying,
Or at least I’m seldom sure, yet
I think I understand the basics:

Some directed toward
How I rub her ears, her neck,
Some a choice of snacks.

To be fair, I too am speaking
With my mouth
And with my body;

Caressing hands,
Curved back,
Crooning voice.

We’ve been doing this for years;
Our two species for millennia;
No major breakthrough yet.

But I think we manage
Well enough
For our purposes and needs.

©2019 John I. Blair, 7/6/2019
Encore


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Love Is God's Gift

 

By Lena Carroll

February 14, 1934
(after the proposal which
culminated in 62 years of marriage
to John (Jack) Edward Carroll
Wedding Photo below June 10, 1934
)

Love - love - what can it be?
A sturdy bridge twix thee and me?
Or just a shaky stair
Trembling in every breath of air?
Or could it be that God so great
Has sent His love to those who meet
And vow to always be the other's friend
And try to all his sorrows mend?
For God is there in every union,
That's rooted in devout communion.
With vows to be true each to the other
And God's help to be a good father and mother
For in God we Trust -
For love that time cannot rust!
A marriage is made in Heaven they say,
Must yet be lived on this earth each day!
But with help from God up above,
And our hearts joined in true love,
Perhaps this life we both can live
And keep that center of love alive
Thru all our daily pressures
And build a memory full of treasures
Thank you, God - Our thanks go to You!
And may we always be true to You.

©February 14, 1934 Lena May Joslin

An Encore Presentation
Composed by Editor's Mother


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You Are Here

By Bruce Clifford

I’m not the man I used to be.
You stole my heart and captured me.
I never thought I could feel this way
. All the romantic things I want to say.
You mean everything to me.

I’m not like I was before.
Your love has opened a brand-new door.
I never thought I could feel so right.
The love I feel for you every day and every night.
You mean everything to me.

Everything that once was is gone.
Now I feel a reason to no longer fear.
All my life I’ve been missing you.
Now you arrived, you are here.

You mean everything to me.
In you I will always believe.

I’m not the person I once was.
Now you have filled my heart with so much love.
I never thought I could feel this way.
You took away the darkest of days.
You mean everything to me.

Everything that once was is gone.
Now I feel a reason to no longer fear.
All my life I’ve been missing you.
Now you arrived, you are here
You are here.
You mean everything to me.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’ve seen it all on land and at sea.
I never thought I could feel this way.
Your smile captures me every day.
You mean everything to me.

©11/20/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Watching TV or Not!!!

 

By Walt Perryman

Here lately Satan has got a hold on me,
My sin was just watching too much TV.

Watching the news can change my life,
If you don’t believe me, just ask my wife.

If I lose the remote, it improves my day.
Because then I seem to find time to pray.

I am not trying to influence any of you,
You can watch too much, if you want to!

But I am not going to watch any TV today,
I’ll ask God to hide the remote when I pray.

©Nov 2, 2025 Walt Perryman


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The Holly As Tall As The House

 

By John I. Blair

Once (it seems in another life)
We bought this house with pride,
The first house we could call our own.


In front a line of struggling shrubs,
Decades in the ground but badly chosen.
Barely hid the narrow porch.


So I yanked them out, then
Dug and dug and dug (skirting
A concrete slab beneath the soil)


And planted new beginnings,
Four hollies plus some different sort,
Encouraged them to grow, and waited.


The second choice declined the chance,
But hollies loved this place,
Loved and gained, spread and sought the sun.


Now, more than thirty years along,
Merged into a single mass,
I have hollies tall as houses.


Some day (for houses can decay
While hollies thrive and live)
House-sized hollies
May be what remains.

©2022 John I. Blair, 2/1/2022
Encore


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The Gift of Christmas

 

By Bud Lemire

It's not always the gifts under the tree
That makes Christmas mean the most to me
It's the gathering of friends and family
And all the love that is shared, freely

It's the gift of fully feeling alive
The Journey taken, now when you arrive
The gift of love that you feel with Soul Mate
Heartfelt blessings of everything you appreciate

The Angel at the top of the tree, watching over you
All the things in life that you have been through
The beauty in the sky when the sun sets and rises
Through the years, all the pleasant little surprises

All the colored lights all over the Christmas Tree
Reminding me that each soul has their own special beauty
Each of us being unique, each of us shine
Like the lights on the tree, we are the lights of the divine

Each day beholds a gift for each
You learn, experience, and teach
As you open the gifts from under the tree
Think of the greatest gift, The Gift To Be

©Dec 13, 2015 Bud Lemire
Encore

                        Author Note:

At Christmas time I always think of the people
who guided me in friendship and helped mold
me to be who I am today. They touched me with
their love, and made me proud to be happy as I
live this life I am living. We are truly miracles
here on Earth. Souls with such a wonderful
personality. When we help each other as we
travel down the journey of life, it makes me
appreciate people even more.
Merry Christmas to one and all.


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There’s Not a Day That’s Just Another Day!!

 

By Walt Perryman

As we live our lives one day at a time,
And a good day can turn bad on a dime.

Each day has its own problems, I have found,
And if not addressed daily they can compound.

Our trust in God can subside and waste away.
Unless we refresh our relationship every day.

So, Folks, today, before you head out of the door,
Lower your head and thank the Lord once more.

©Nov 1, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Confession

 

By John I. Blair

I confess
Each time I drag
My tired and aching self
Out to fill the feeders,
Refresh the water basin,

I wonder just how long

I can continue doing this.

But then I think
Of moonlit nights
And singing mockingbirds,
Investigating wrens,
Bobbing flights
Of chickadees and finches,
Quiet rows of doves on wires,

And I forget the pain,
The years and tears.

All I feel is joy,
All I feel is thankfulness.

©2019 John I. Blair, 11/19/2019
Encore


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Everything To Me

By Bruce Clifford

You mean everything to me.
I love your eyes; they taught me how to see.
You’ve captured my heart and taught me how to believe.
Deep inside you mean everything to me.

I’ve never felt this way before.
Your smile has opened a new and wonderful door.
You’ve taken my breath away in ways I have never known.
Until you, my heart was lost and alone.

You mean everything to me.
I love your laugh and all the possibilities.
You taught me how to feel in subtle and magical ways.
I love you more than words can say.

You make me smile from an ocean apart.
How I wish you could wrap your arms around my heart.
You’ve captivated me from the very start.
The beauty in you is a work of art.

You are everything to me.
I love your heart; it taught me how to believe.
You’ve captured my soul and took my worst fears away.
I love you more every single day.

You mean everything to me.
I love your eyes; they taught me how to see.
You’ve captured my heart and taught me how to believe.
Deep inside you mean everything to me.

©11/3/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Saturday, November 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

“Gratitude is a divine emotion:
it fills the heart, but not to bursting;
it warms it, but not to fever.”
--Emily Brontë

Welcome to November 2025


Dear October chose to end with two Capital H experiencies:
Halloween and Hurricane. The first brings primarily anticipated fun, fellowship, building memories together, family fun. The second wreaks destruction and despair and inevitably tons of debt incurred both medically and for clean up, repairs, and rebuilding. Our thoughts and prayers are with Jamaica and Cuba, the areas most devastated.


Our authors had completed this month's bounty of compositions before either of those inevitabilities occurred, so readers can anticipate Pencil Stubs with pleasure. We are presenting another article by Ara Parisien, one of our former columnists. It is titled "Missing Persons Cases."

Our friend Walt Perryman's three poems are "How to Start Your Day," "Rerun Reminder," and "Our True Story." Bruce Clifford sent "Lost In You" then shows a change of mood in "Olive." Webmaster Michael Craner's "Dreams, Memories, Dreams" may awaken some such for you.


Happily showing three poems by my mother's sister Linnie Jane (Joslin) Burks, who served over 40 years as a missionary in Nigeria alongside her husband Dr Edgar Burks. One, "Twilight in Kentucky" was composed while on vacation while "Getting Older" came after they retired from the field. "Life at Three" was penned while thinking of her brother Rex Edward Joslin whose birthday we celebrate in November.


Our friend, John I. Blair, recently underwent complicated surgery but now home from Hospital and rehab, shares three poems. The encores "Don't Leave Love for Tomorrow," and "Don't Be Fooled By The Sunshine," appear with his "Almond Eyes" which is new to our pages although composed a few years ago.


Marilyn Carnell's "Sifoddling Along" recalls her weddings and mentions some financial comparisons with such rites currently. "Woo Woo" columnist Pauline Evanosky pens an interesting piece on "Acceptance." Melinda Cohenour's recipe for her Chicken Al Fredo is detailed in "Cooking with Rod's Family." Some primary info about tracking family DNA using online documentation sites, is shown in Melinda's "Armchair Genealogy." Judith Kroll author of "On Trek" is discussing the last thing we most likely do.


Mattie Lennon of Dublin, Ireland, gives the reviews for two popular new books: "Not Making Hay" and "Out of The Blue...Pink." While Thomas F. O'Neill's column "Introspective" discusses his former occupation: Teaching in China. Mike Craner does his "Mike's Place" column with his unique style. Welcome always, Mike.


Here at home in our western Texas desert area, we face November hoping for a mild temperature season known as Fall. We are always happier with sunshine and only a few fluffy clouds, but have learned it isn't our wishes that determine the weather, so we stick to doing something lovely like this issue of "Pencil Stubs Online."


With the continued excellent guidance and support of our esteemed webmaster/co-founder Mike Craner, we shall

See you in December!


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Mike's Place

 


By Michael L. Craner

Hey y’all, Mike here… the “wizard” behind the curtain of Pencilstubs, although really Mary deserves all the credit. Mary befriended me last century, way back in the 1990’s. Back then she ran a little tabloid type paper, published all over the world featuring new writers and promoting their growth, always promoting, never taking any financial credit or holding any rights to their work. We’ve always been about free speech and authors rights.


Mary and I met initially online then in person and we’ve had a special relationship ever since. While not related, we are family. I could not even begin to recite her accomplishments here without it being a very long read, but suffice it to say she has served her country and creative outlets with credit and distinction and will forever be a friend and mentor. She inspired me years ago to allow her to post my terrible poetry that were healing for me, and this is why we partnered up and formed Pencilstubs.


I contributed writings for several years, and a few more anonymously. In recent years I’ve gone more and more privately, for several reasons I won't get into here; but Mary asked me to comment on something that happened last year and I promised I would.


I still don’t know why it’s a big deal, I’ve adjusted, for the most part.


For those that know, I’m also Santa Claus...and last year I was feeding a young reindeer who mistook my finger for a carrot and bit it off.


Ok, the real story is I sliced off the skin of my middle finger knuckle at the end with a mandarin slicer because I didn’t use the guard. After weeks of bad first aid (on my part), and refusal to go to a doctor, they amputated my finger. Type 2 Diabetes played a part as well.


I spent over a week in the hospital, I aspirated, woke up in the middle thinking I was dying, was given drugs I’d never thought I’d ever have, and spent a lot of time alone, confused, and wondering if I was dying. Alone because I told my family to stay away. Because I thought this was all minor. Thankfully they still came, even though they saw me at my worst, what I never wanted anyone to see. My point is, this was a minor thing, but it took me to the veil. Imagine what a major health issue is to someone.             
 

            1) Don’t discount them, everything is significant.

            2) Be there for them. Even if they don’t want you there or say its nothing.


I learned a few things. Listen to your wife and friends, see a doctor, and yah yah, that other stuff.


I’ll probably live longer thanks to them, even if I don’t trust or like them. But don’t die from stupid stuff like a bad cut. Life is too short.


And… always have a great story if you do!


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Armchair Genealogy

 


By Melinda Cohenour



Encore Presentation of Essential Information on DNA Analysis.


This month there is an exciting new tool offered by Ancestry to help identify the relationship you share with your DNA matches.If you have been puzzled or confused by the array of potential relationships your DNA matches may have to you, this tool is quite helpful.


DNA analysis is quite complex. The closer your relationship to your DNA match, the greater the number of centiMorgans and both quantity and length of shared segments and the fewer possible relationships. However, the more distant the relative, the more possibilities are presented to identify your relationship to that person. For instance, my grandson was shown by Ancestry to possibly be my nephew. And once the more distant relatives appear, the longer the list of potential relationships are provided.


Be warned, in order to use this tool to its greatest advantage, your DNA test results should be linked to the most accurate and comprehensive family tree you have available and your DNA matches will have similarly linked their test results to a public tree.


Let's give this tool a try. Sign in to your Ancestry account. Click on the drop-down menu and select DNA, then select DNA matches. A screen should appear displaying the closest relative who has submitted a DNA test. In my case, it was my daughter.


Under the name, appears a question: do you know them? And beneath that will be two dialog boxes. The first replies Yes and the second suggests Learn more.


Let's assume you do recognize the first person with the closest relationship to you. Click on Yes.


In my case, the closest match was my daughter. I was offered a choice to indicate that DNA match was on Mother's side, Father's Side, or Both sides. I selected Both sides. I was then asked to identify the relationship we shared. The choices were few, and I selected daughter.


My next closest DNA match turned out to be my sister. I recognized her so chose yes. And when presented with how we were related, I selected Both sides, and for relationship chose sister. Now every time my DNA matches come up these two people will be clearly identified.


It gets much more complicated when you get to the DNA matches that are shown as second to third cousin. The choices one could make for DNA matches designated as second to third cousin, number no less than 25!


The list begins with second cousin or first cousin twice removed, or half first cousin once removed, or half grand uncle, or half grandnephew. I think you get the idea. The possible relationships run on to 25.


My first DNA match so far unidentified as to relationship, turns out to be suggested as a second or third cousin. Since I am not certain whether this cousin is related to my mother or my father and I have the same surname for both sides, I opted to Learn More.


I am given hope that I can quickly identify this DNA match because Ancestry has helpfully indicated their computer has shown this cousin and I have a common ancestor. This means someone in my tree matches to someone in the tree linked to my cousin's DNA test. Hooray!


The Learn More choice provides me with a screen with assorted pieces of information. I'm looking for the common ancestor of course, so I scroll down to the section that shows me that name. In this case there are two names, a married couple (my 2nd Great-Grandparents).


Under the name of my second great-grandfather, appears a hyperlink that says View relationship. When I click on that hyperlink, a new screen loads. If you have previously checked out Ancestry's Thru Lines, you will recognize this screen. For those of you who have not perused this tool, let me walk you through it.


The first screen that appears lists at the top the name of my second great-grandfather. Below that are the names of the people directly related that create the line of descent from that grandfather to me. Also appearing on that screen is an Arrow. I click on that Arrow. This displays the line of descent from my second great-grandfather to the DNA match. It also shows how that person is related to me. In this case he is my third cousin. Ancestry provides the relationship so long as none in the line of descent are LIVING AND NOT ALREADY IN YOUR TREE. The rule for Ancestry and most other online trees is to hide all information for living persons and mark that profile private. if however, you have added that person to your tree, you and only you will be able to see their name and vital information. This is true for all living persons added by you to your tree, unless you have invited someone and granted them full access as a contributor and not just as a guest.


This one was easy since my cousin and I had linked trees, accessible to the public, that showed our parents' names, and their ancestors back to our common ancestor.


You might be content to merely identify this DNA match and move on. Not so your author. It is my choice to now add these relatives in the appropriate place in my tree. I will also digress to enhance the profiles for these relatives by utilizing the Search tool or any hints that are applicable provided by Ancestry.


This particular set of grandparents offers a gold mine of information. It was my choice to go back to the first screen and check Thru Lines for more relatives. In this case I recognize a number of names I've previously seen in my DNA match list. Depending upon my frame of mind and amount of time available, I decide whether or not to add these relatives and their lines of descent to my tree.


This obsession with fleshing out my tree yields its own benefits. And also takes time to do properly. It becomes immediately apparent as I run through the various DNA matches linked to these ancestors, that I have previously added some of the relatives whose names now appear.


However, for some of the names now appearing, I am offered the opportunity by Ancestry to Evaluate each person before adding them to my tree. Clicking the hyperlink to Evaluate, displays the information Ancestry has used to suggest the line of descent. The next screen appearing for me reveals some two dozen or more trees that indicate the validity of the ancestral line. I can take the time to look at each tree, evaluate the data, or look for a well-documented tree among the list and check that out. I will, of course, always do my own research to verify the accuracy and appropriateness of adding one of these people to my tree.


More than likely, I will take my usual route and go to the profile for the person in the list I know has already been added to my tree. I will then work with the information provided for the most probable line of descent, temporarily adding the name and then documenting to my satisfaction before deciding to make this person a permanent member of my tree.


In this case, I choose to add the name of the daughter who was not previously made a part of this line. In order to quickly access the parent, Ancestry has made it easy. I merely click on the square immediately above the name requiring evaluation. This links me to the profile for that parent. When I add the name of the daughter suggested by Thru Lines, after a very brief moment Ancestry offers 15 hints. I can now review those documents to confirm facts and Vital Information for this person. I would suggest first looking for birth validation or Census records that show the new name with those names already in the tree. This should provide me with a date and place of birth to guide further research.


This process will be followed by me for each person down the line of descent, ending with the DNA match. This should now permit you to identify the relationship you have with that DNA match. Don't forget to go back to your DNA match list and clarify the relationship on that list.


Thus far we have dealt with DNA matches that have linked a public tree to their DNA test. I would suggest working the DNA matches for those who have a tree attached and show a common ancestor, or pick names that are familiar to you but just have not been added to your tree yet. Remember the old saying, "Gather the low-hanging fruit first."


For most of us who have submitted DNA for testing, the match list runs into the thousands. As you work the list of matches in the manner described above, it should become easier to identify other cousins whose DNA matches yours. However, there will still be a huge pool of matches whose relationship to you remains obscure. Do not despair, for there are other ways to work the list.


After you have gathered the low-hanging fruit as described above, and exhausted all the matches possible, you may wish to start at the top again. This time we will utilize another excellent built in tool offered by Ancestry - the Shared Matches option that shows up after you have clicked on Learn More. This will give us an opportunity to compare the matches that are completely alien to our knowledge to those matches already known to us by virtue of being in our tree or having just been identified through the process outlined above. This is where a family researcher's detective skills are put to work.


In previous columns your author has outlined the ways to utilize social media, online search engines, and comparison to public trees in Ancestry and other genealogical sites to augment your research. It also pays to create a network of researchers whose interests parallel your own. Message them through Ancestry. Find them on Facebook and become friends. Review their trees for information that might link to your own. A world of opportunity exists when you choose to "Meet your ancestors" through Armchair Genealogy.


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Irish Eyes

 

By Mattie Lennon

Not Making Hay and Out of The Blue...Pink


The Irish Times is known as "The paper of record" and now a journalist from that paper, Frank McNally, has just published a memoir "Not Making Hay." While the author gives the reader some into his own experience of the afore- mentioned harvesting exercise the title is half a line from Raglan Road which was written by one of Frank’s idols and a fellow Monaghan man Patrick Kavanagh. Frank describes this work as "The life and times of a ‘diary’ farmer," and goes on to say that "In one way, diary farmers have it worse than dairy farmers." And in the 261 pages of this handsome hardback he explains why, in a style that would impress his two heroes, the aforementioned Kavanagh and Flann O’ Brien/Myles nagCopaleen/ Brian O’Nolan.


McNally admits that there are some life-experiences that may have faded from his memory but others are as clear as they were in the distant but not dim past. Such as the itch he experienced while he had a plaster cast on his broken leg at aged seven. At the build-up to Ireland's World Cup qualifiers in 1993 after the local soccer club offered their pitch, which joined McNally’s farm, to Jack Charlton for training. This is what he has to say about a member of his own profession, "A reporter from The Irish Independent was sniffy-literally-about the choice of venue, complaining of the ‘rural smells to which refined urban noses were exposed that week: from our farm . . .")


He doesn’t say which version of a line from a local ballad that he agrees with, "From Carrickmacross to Crossmaglen, as any man will vow / there are no rogues but honest men for miles and miles around." Or "From Carrickmacros to Crossmaglen, there more rogues than honest men."


He purchased a pre-owned and an amp with the proceeds of his first summer job and he got more than he bargained for. Whenever he turned on the amp at night he found himself listening to the world service from Radio Moscow, Which made the young Frank wonder!


Frank McNally almost joined An Garda Siochana but didn’t and his school-friend Gary Sheehan did. Frank 'did the medical' with him and they told each other ‘see you in Templemore’. That didn’t happen. By the time the call came Frank was in full employment.


There was a bullet with young Gary Sheehan’s name on it. In the tear-jerking chapter Requiem for a Friend his old school friend gives a full account of how Gary, still only midway through his training, was sent to County Leitrim where the kidnappers of supermarket executive Don Tidey were hiding. Don Tidey was rescued; young Gary Sheehan discovered the IRA dugout which resulted in the death of young Gary and an Irish army soldier. The author writes, "While most of the rest of us were condemned to grow old. He would now be forever a handsome 23-year old."


Frank McNally didn’t forget his old friend, "Thirty-eight years later, I finally retraced the fatal footsteps that brought Gary to McGahern country that day . . . . I just stopped in the middle of the woods for a few moments, in the profound silence of December dusk, and remembered my friend. Then I offered an agnostic’s prayer and hoped somebody somewhere was listening"


Frank also had many happy times in his life, like the time in 1988 when he won the Japan essay contest. The prize was a 'study tour' in Japan. Though Japan is an expensive country it didn’t bother Frank because there was very little time to spend money. It became obvious to him very early that it was a ‘Study tour’ and not a holiday. However in Tokyo, he did manage to participate in "Karioki" "phenomena


Three Weddings, a Funeral and a Job"
is an account of experience(s) and events in his own family in the long, hot summer of 1995 some with which I can identify.


During his stay in Australia he was given an unusual piece of advice by a Scotsman, with bright orange hair, in a railway station in Wagga Wagga.


The Scot told him that if he were young again he himself wouldn’t opt for Australia but instead he would go to South Africa and work as a mercenary, "assassinating Communist agents in the jungle." Frank hoped his train wouldn’t be late.


I wonder how many of his colleagues at The Irish Times lived in a squat in London without electricity where, in the absence of a key, the only means of entry was through a sash window which opened from the outside. It was probably unusual for a young Irishman to be stopped by a London cop for breaking a red light while riding a bike which he brought from Carrickmacross.


For part of his time in London he was employed as a builder’s labourer where "Anything that wasn’t nailed down or chained was stolen." The young McNally seems to have been surprised by this but I worked on the buildings in Dublin and it was the same there. Or so I’m told!


I had to look up the word "Tercet." It was the form in which he wrote one of his winning poems for which he received £60 from Phoenix magazine. The Late Mickey MacConnell wrote and recorded a song titled "The Boys of the By-line Brigade." Well, Frank McNally wrote many pieces that didn’t carry the inconvenience of a by-line and consequently he now reveals that Not Making Hay is not his first book to have been published. You see some years ago a large number of those pieces sans by-line were published, but the author didn’t attend the opening because….ah you’ll have to read it yourself!


This work is a collection of brilliant essays, articles, compositions, epistles or whatever you’re having yourself. Whatever you call them there are 34 of them, every one a gem. The last one Doric Columnist: On becoming a Public Institution Is a condensed account of the author’s time with The Irish Times.


Not Making Hay is published by Gill Books and not to be missed.


OUT OF THE BLUE…PINK.


And now a word from Vivienne Baillie about Out Of the Blue...Pink which was launched on October 30th.


"Someone special, something different


Irish poet Pat Ingoldsby sold his books of poems for twenty years (1995-2015) sitting on a crate in the centre of Dublin city. From his pitch, this singular mind observed and listened to what was going on around him, jotting down ideas which grew into poems in the wonderful and very personal way he had with words.


Twenty years is a long time. It is time enough to see and feel a city change. Pat got to know the layers and the margins of a city he loved, and created (quite unintentionally which makes his endeavour all the more beautiful) a lyrical account of it that is absolutely unique.


His poems are like snapshots of things he saw or heard. What Pat achieved is akin to street photography where each photo is a poem. It is Dublin, yes, but much of what Pat describes could belong to most cities, in any part of the world. OUT OF THE BLUE... PINK is a selection of these 'snap-poems' of Dublin with several photos included taken by Pat himself as he sold them on the street. I believe nothing like this exists elsewhere in the world."


Vivienne Baillie was a close friend and keeper of Pat’s poems.


See you in December.


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Woo Woo

 

By Pauline Evanosky

Acceptance

I want to talk about acceptance for this month’s article. I have a document I keep called The Do-Good File. It evolved from the idea that I’d think of something optimistic or motivating the second my feet hit the floor when I got up in the morning. Except for me, it was difficult. I would either forget, this being a new habit for me, or I just couldn’t think of anything that might fill me with joy.


So, the idea evolved into something, as a writer, that I could sink my teeth into. Early on in the morning, I would sit at my computer and open my Do-Good File. It began with the title "Do-Better," but I changed it early on to "Do-Good." The rule I created for the project is that I write something quickly. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, but the thought is uplifting in some way. The entry is also short. It could be 100 to 300 words, or thereabouts. It’s my file. It’s my rules, and it starts my day off pretty good.


There were times early on when I wouldn’t do it every day. Hey, time gets away from us, right? But lately, I’ve been able to write something every day. Habits take a while to get rolling. I remember somebody saying if you can do something for three weeks, you’ll have started a new habit. It took me longer than that, but I suppose it had to happen in stages.


The entries, rather than having a title, began to have one word. I wrote about hope for over a month and will revisit the idea if I can’t think of something to write that day. Some of the words I’ve played with over time are: Pushing Through, Pretend, Rising, Changes, and Gratitude. The word that occurred to me this morning was Acceptance.


It occurred to me that acceptance is an easier way to live your life than to be in a constant state of non-acceptance. I suppose you might think of it in terms of apples. Sure, you have your favorite apple, but you’ve also learned over the years that you appreciate other sorts of apples. This makes it easier when you go to the store and they are out of your favorite apple, you can choose another type or even a different fruit and be happy about it.


Happiness in little bits.


We are raised by our parents and caregivers to see life through their eyes. If they don’t happen to like yellow or green apples, the likelihood that we might not like them either is pretty good. The idea is that as you grow up, you’re going to be in a position to eventually try out apples that are new to you. You might learn to like them, too.


It’s really important that you learn how to accept yourself. Age is important. As a child, you were full of energy; as a teenager, and as a young adult, your energy levels changed. You developed a focus in your job and in the things that interested you. As an older adult, you marveled at naps and how you were much happier with a little nap in the afternoon. (That’s me.)


Life was so much easier when you began to accept who you are in the moment. Instead of worrying about being adult-like while you were still a kid, you just enjoyed being a child. It’s going to change soon enough anyway. Worrying about getting old takes energy. Enjoy your wrinkles and your skin spots. Don’t wish them away. They are who you are.


I was never so happy as when I learned to be a psychic channel. The confusing moments of my life began to make sense to me. I realized that paradise was right where I was and not something to look forward to. I realized that God listens, and prayer took on a whole new meaning for me. I learned that my Spirit Guide was funny and that many others in Spirit were the same way. That was definitely not what I expected.


One of the things Spirit has taught me is that failure does not exist. The steps toward success are merely that - one step after another. If you don’t make it, you try again. This is acceptance of the process. So, the focus of your energy goes to still working on your project instead of worrying about the failure. It’s just another step.


Also, instead of crying out, “When am I ever going to be able to make a good loaf of bread?” Becomes something along the lines of, “Next time, I’m going to try to use up the old, shredded wheat cereal and see what happens.” I’ve been baking bread since I was a teenager, some 55 years ago, or so. The bread I make is still not absolutely perfect, but those loaves sure get good reviews from my husband. And that is a form of acceptance. I’m not disappointed with them.


It takes time to develop a new habit. Things evolve over time, and anything new you try will likely take some time. Do things in tiny steps. Take the time to review how you are feeling to actually see if there has been any progress.


I always tell people to write things down, the things that are in their hearts. To really effect change, write these things by hand. It’s difficult if your hands cramp easily now, but if you couple a short bit of writing in a special notebook with a pleasant area, the sunshine outside, a cup of tea or coffee, even a bit of music, it might help you to feel better. Acceptance of who you are is the first step to being able to accept other people in your life.


Thanks for reading. See you next time!
Pauline Evanosky


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