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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Cooking with Rod's Family

 

By Melinda Cohenour



My family loves the marvelous flavor of Al Fredo - on pizza, in pasta dishes featuring any number types of pasta coupled with just vegetables or with Italian sausage, chicken, beef and/or shrimp.


The preparation of authentic Italian Al Fredo is time consuming but well worth the effort. However, today's demands on time make it difficult if not impossible to create the pasta, stand over the stove preparing the delicate sauce, preparing the meat(s), and timing the addition of each ingredient.


My recipe makes use of the combination of on-the-shelf ingredients and personally flavored and prepared ingredients. This recipe has proven to be a favorite of my family and I think you will enjoy it as well.


Try it, I think you'll like it.
Bon appetit ~!

Cooking with Rod's Family

M's Quick Chicken Al Fredo


Ingredients:

    * 2 pkgs. Fettuccine pasta (16 oz. each)
    * Water as required per pasta preparation directions
    * 4 jars Al Fredo sauce (19 oz. each)
    * !/2 cup peppers from a jar of Roasted Red Peppers (pimiento peppers cost less purchased this way so you remove a few from the jar and cut to desired size. Be sure to use a tablespoon of the delicious juice as well.)
    * 3 lbs. boneless skinless chicken breasts or tenders (plan one breast per guest)
    * Olive or vegetable oil to moisten chicken
    * 2 Tbsp. Italian seasoning
    * 1 Tbsp. Basil (dried)
    * 1/4 tsp. Red Pepper flakes
    * 1/2 tsp. Black pepper, ground
    * 2 Tbsp. Parsley (dried)
    * 1 bunch green onions, bulb and leaves, sliced in rather small pieces
    * 1 tsp. ground Nutmeg


Instructions:

    1. Prepare chicken breasts or tenders. Whisk together Italian seasoning, basil, red pepper flakes, and black pepper in a medium-sized bowl. Rinse and pat dry chicken breasts or tenders.

    (a)Spray gently with cooking oil to help spice mixture adhere and keep meat moist while cooking. Evenly coat all pieces by patting prepared spice mixture on all surfaces.

    (b) (Retain spice mixture not used in a Ziploc bag to use on spaghetti or any dish needing a good Italian flavor. Make sure the retained spices have not touched raw meat of course.)

    2. Put chicken pieces on a baking sheet or broiler pan. Place pan on middle rack in oven. Broil a few minutes until golden brown on top. Remove pan, turn each piece and return to oven.

    NOTE: You May choose to cook using an electric skillet of course.

    (a)When the second side has browned, the chicken should be cooked through. Timing depends on your oven. (Test by piercing the thickest part of the breast. The juices released should be perfectly clear with no hint of pink or red. If using a meat thermometer it should register 160° F.)

    3. Cut cooked breasts or tenders as necessary to a uniform size of about 1" to 1.5".
    4. Prepare pasta according to package directions. Use a large stewpot as you will be adding chicken and sauce.
    5. While pasta is cooking, heat the Al Fredo sauce in a saucepan. Add Roasted Red Peppers, diced, and about one tablespoon of the juice. Stir in nutmeg. Heat over medium heat and stir often to prevent scorching.
    6. Drain fettuccine, reserving a cup of pasta water. Add cooked chicken pieces to the stewpot with the cooked pasta. Add heated Al Fredo sauce.
    7. Add green onions, tops and bulbs, and dried parsley. Gently stir chicken pieces, pasta, and sauce so as not to tear pasta.
    8. Over medium heat, allow the dish to blend flavors for about 5 minutes, making sure pasta does not overcook. If Al Fredo sauce is too thick still, add reserved pasta water in small increments of a Tablespoon at a time. Milk can be used but should not be added cold. Heat about a half cup in microwave, adding in small increments.


Serve. Delicious with a crisp salad and a crusty Italian loaf heated in your oven.


Bon appetit ~!


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Introspective

 

By Thomas F. O'Neill

The Value of Higher Learning

When I was a teacher in China, I saw firsthand the value of acquiring higher education. I have also witnessed how education has raised the standard of living for millions of people there. There are now over 800 million people in China who have a middle-class income. That is more than double the entire population of America, and the standard of living there will continue to rise due to the growing educational opportunities.


Unfortunately, the middle class in America is shrinking due to a widening gap between those who have much and those who have little in terms of a good quality of life.


A half-century ago, the average high school graduate in America could find a job and achieve a middle-class income. A person seeking employment today with just a high school diploma will most likely earn less than the average college graduate. Good employment opportunities will be harder to find for those lacking a degree, especially in today’s world.


The unemployment rate in America has decreased over the past few years; however, many individuals continue to struggle to find decent-paying jobs. I told my students that a College degree shows potential employers that they possess critical thinking skills and that they value their education.


Many in America and China question whether the high cost involved in earning a degree is worth the time and effort. Those same people will argue that many job seekers with degrees can’t find work in their field. However, people who enter the job market, passing up the opportunity to attend college, are most likely shortchanging their future for the present. Some choose to return to school in later years but find that it is harder to earn a degree with the added responsibilities that come with raising a family.


There is a growing number of adults returning to school, though, to enhance their skills and improve their careers by acquiring trade skills. They understand that it is their only option for better employment. Within the past thirty years or so, education not only raised the standard of living in China but also had a profound impact on China’s growing economy.


When I was living in China, the economy there was on fast forward, growing exponentially with no sign of slowing down; it had the largest domestic economy in the world. It contributed to the higher standard of living, thanks to higher wages spurred by the rising job market. That, of course, changed during the COVID outbreak, and I also experienced that firsthand while living there.


The economy there is slowly rebounding, but the tariffs now being imposed on China by the US are not helping its economy; nonetheless, it remains an economic powerhouse.


More students in China are also traveling abroad to continue their education, not because education is so much better outside of China, but rather, they understand the value of experiencing other cultures. Some of my former students who were in my cultural diversity class have commented that learning new languages is not enough to succeed in our global economy. You must also understand the cultures of the countries with which you want to do business, especially within international commerce. To be successful in business, you must understand the cultural preferences of the corporate buyers in the global market. That is just one of the reasons why China is so open to the cultural exchange programs of various nations.


Throughout history, numerous conflicts between nations have arisen due to a lack of cultural understanding. An Educated society, though, can help its citizenry overcome negative preconceived notions and negative stereotypes that have led to national conflicts in the past.


Many cultural exchange students who traveled abroad experienced firsthand how their negative perceptions of foreigners changed to positive experiences. This occurred when foreign students interacted with one another while studying abroad.


American and foreign Universities sponsor many cultural exchange programs. They are helping students from all over the world gain a greater understanding of the diverse cultures that comprise our human race. When we gain a deeper understanding of other cultures, we in turn gain a deeper understanding of our own culture. That knowledge is truly valuable because, when correctly applied, it can forge alliances through music, cultural artifacts, and classical literature, not just from the West, but throughout the world, which can build a deeper understanding of the cultural norms and customs of people worldwide.


The appreciation of a country’s art, cuisine, literature, and music is also an integral part of the cultural experience. China is influenced by western music, western artifacts, classical literature from the west, and American food. American movies are also hugely popular, and they have had a profound impact on China’s perception of America. When the Chinese come to the U.S., the first thing they notice is that America is not like what they see in the movies.


In America and China, College students are gaining a more precise understanding that by placing themselves in the service of others, they gain a stronger sense of their self-worth. Volunteerism lends itself to boundless opportunities. Utilizing the students’ skills, knowledge, and education not only enhances the community but also opens countless doors towards enhancing the students’ well-being. Upon graduation, it shows potential employers that they take civic responsibility and pride in their community.


In America, just as in China, many university-educated individuals may not secure high-paying jobs immediately after graduation. They may, in fact, find low-wage employment that helps the less fortunate improve their lives, and I have found that many employees are turning to non-governmental service jobs. They are now gaining a sense of civic responsibility and work experience that is vital for landing future jobs with higher pay.


Statistics indicate that educated individuals are more likely to vote and participate in the political process. As mentioned, College graduates fresh out of school are much more likely to work for community agencies helping the less fortunate improve their lives.


A college education can also lead to a life of continued learning and an appreciation for the opportunities that come with it. Many adults return to school not just for higher degrees but to take courses for self-enrichment to learn new skills or pursue hobbies and interests. Self-enrichment cannot be financially quantified, though, especially when that education is achieved throughout one’s lifetime.


A child’s education is vital to America’s future and our national wellbeing. Adults must do everything possible to encourage the youth of America to continue their learning and put their education to good use.


When I was a teacher and my students got accepted to foreign Universities, they felt as if they had achieved something of extraordinary value. In reality, they have, because a great education cannot be measured monetarily; it can only be freely shared through one’s character of achievement.


I told my students that the true worth of a person is not measured by their salary or the cost of earning their degrees. What a student learns in the classroom will not ultimately define who they are as human beings either - but how well they live in communion with others will in the end define their true character. In other words, a person’s true worth can be measured by how well they spend their lives in the service of others. I have discovered over the years that what we give to our community, we, in turn, give to ourselves. When we enhance the lives of those in need, we, in turn, enhance our own lives - because what we give to others comes back to us in greater fold.


Fools will continue to strive for the material possessions they do not have but wish to gain. The wise, on the other hand, will develop what they already possess within themselves.


Higher learning is the means of developing the skills, knowledge, and understanding that are truly needed in developing one’s true potential and in gaining a fulfilling career.

Always with love,

Thomas F O'Neill

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Sifoddling Along

 

By Marilyn Carnell

Weddings


I belong to a writing gr oup in the senior living apartment building where I now live. This week’s assignment is to write about our personal wedding (s). Unlike some of my cousins, I only had two.


Both of my wedding ceremonies were atypical. The first was conventional in form – the rite was held in the University of Missouri chapel and our families attended. My husband was Gerald Twogood, a student from Ft. Dodge Iowa. Our parents lived almost equal distances from Columbia, Missouri, but in opposite directions, so it seemed to be a good location to have the ceremony at the half-way point.


I wore a white shantung suit and a hat made of veiling – my attempt to look “bridal”. There were a total of twelve guests, and no formal reception. We had a small wedding cake at my brother’s home to celebrate.


Only one small problem occurred. Three days before the planned event, Jerry had emergency abdominal surgery. He managed to walk down the aisle with me but was in great pain. We did not have the romantic honeymoon we had anticipated.


Twenty six years later (long story omitted) I married again. Allen Williams and I met when we both worked at the Campbell’s Soup Company. This was an even smaller event. We were married by the Mayor of Haddonfield, New Jersey, and two clerks were our witnesses. We went to Boston for our honeymoon and spent most of our time in exploring historical sites.


Thinking about weddings made me curious about the average costs of such an important event. It seems that in 1962, the average cost was $700, the equivalent of $7,500 on 2025. We were much under that budget, but weddings have become an even bigger business. In 1988, when Al and I married, the average cost had risen to a little over $10,000. We spent about $100. Thrifty, middle aged, and practical. The cost in 2025 has risen to a staggering $38,000 and change.


In conclusion, I will say that I have no regrets about having had simple weddings. I had better use for the money I had at the time.


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On Trek

 

By Judith Kroll

Is There Death?


I keep seeing people ask, what is it like to die? Is it painful, or painless? Plus many more questions.


I will say this, everyone will know the truth...The real truth, once they leave this earth.


My dad left his body before his body quit. I know this, I saw this, and he told someone else while his body was breathing, but there was NO response for anything else. It was a friend of mine that he told he'd left hospice, and that later that evening, we, the family, would be discussing numbers.


I did not know he told my friend he left hospice, but we knew he was out of body. Later, that evening he took his last breath.


I checked my watch. 8:22 PM. Then it hit me, wow, I said it is also August 22. 8, 22... We discussed numbers, but we had no clue Dad had already told my friend that we would.


When I called my friend to tell her Dad passed, that is when she said, "I know. He told me he left hospice, and family would discuss numbers that evening."


"Yes, we did," I said.


Wow...He did it on purpose I am sure...to let us all know there is NO death. He left his body before his body died, and he left in sync with the time, and date. How cool is that?


It is more of a transformation from body to spirit...or to pure light. No pain and it is instant. People leave before the body dies, usually not hours apart, but instantly. So there is NO death.


Our loving Heavenly Father made it so a transition can happen without pain. Pure love. Everyone does this. The body reacts, but we are out of body.


There should be no fear, just love. God doesn't cause FEAR. People do.


No punishments...just love. Always remember, everything from God is pure love.


It is man that throws in fear, hate, cruelty. No devil, just Greedy folks wanting control...


I share this, with love
Judith


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Missing Persons Cases

 

By Ara Parisien

Missing Persons Cases

One of the most challenging aspects of the work I do is missing persons cases.


Why do I do them? Because I deeply believe everyone deserves to ‘come home’.


While I am committed to offering my absolute best during these trying times, it needs to be balanced with compassion, love and knowledge. Families, in the throes of these heart wrenching situations are not ready nor able to contemplate the higher view of things. Their world has been ripped apart so how could they!


When a person goes missing, loved ones are left suspended in the ache of not knowing. It is one of life’s most painful experiences—caught between hope and grief, waiting for answers that seem far away.


Yet from a soul perspective, this unfolding is never without purpose. The soul of the missing person determines not only when they are discovered, but also how long their body remains hidden. This is not neglect by the universe, nor a cruel delay. It is the soul’s orchestration of timing, ensuring that the impact of their absence ripples through the lives it is meant to touch, stirring compassion, resilience, and awakening.


Their disappearance becomes a catalyst for growth within families, friends, and communities. The “not knowing” becomes a crucible for transformation. Only when the intended learning has reached its purpose does evidence surface, and the mystery lift—not by coincidence, but with soul-led precision.


And through every moment of waiting, your loved one has never been truly gone. Their soul remains connected to you—offering presence, comfort, and love. Even before discovery, they walk beside you, guiding in ways seen and unseen.



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Life at Three

 

By LinnieJane Burks


(Brother Rex)

Blue-eyed boy in pants so short
Led a neighbor's dog named Sport;
And his own two, named Mac and Fluff
All, he thought, were quite "the stuff."

Up to town and back again
Guided by a mere twine string,
Love should keep them close, you see
To this blue-eyed boy of three.

One day, wild alarm was spread
Thru' the neighborhood, it said,
"Go and look for Rexie! Do!
He has not been seen since two!"

Searchers hunted here and there;
Hearts were sunk in black despair,
Till a cry of "Found!" arose
From the lips of some of those

Searching a deserted shed
Far behind the house, they said,
"He's asleep -- safe and serene'
With three dogs -- it's quite a scene."

One summer night the twilight gloom
Bro't with it a quarter moon.
He spied it as he threw his ball
While listening for the supper call.

He studied it, then in he ran
To Mother, and in haste began
Lamenting it, in tones so feeling,
"The moon's all gone, it's just a peeling."

You ask who was this laddie wee
This precious blue-eyed boy of three.
Oh! No! To tell you is no bother,
This Rexie was my baby brother.

©1946 Linnie Jane Burks


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Don't Leave Love for Tomorrow

 

By John I. Blair

Don’t leave love for tomorrow;
For tomorrow may never come
Or by then the time may not seem right.
Today is always best;
Now is when your love should show
Since you never know if those you love
Will pass your way again.

Don’t leave love for tomorrow,
For tomorrow may only bring regret
That kind words and caresses
No longer can be given.
Don’t think to postpone love
Or you may find yourself alone
With nothing but your pain.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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Our True Story

 

By Walt Perryman

This is a true story about me and my wife.
Is this how any of you retired men live your life?

My wife works and I am a retired oilfield man,
So, I try to do the house keeping the best I can.

I was a drilling consultant, and we drilled for oil,
Now I stay-at-home and it seems all I do is toil.

Sometimes I don’t get it all done, then she has too.
I feel guilty when she does the stuff that I didn’t do!

Men if any of you are living your life like old Walt.
And you don’t get everything done we are at fault.

So, men we need to appreciate our wife’s every day,
And thank the good lord, that she has not run away.

©Oct 5, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Dreams, Memories, Dreams

 

By Michael L. Craner

When I was young and wild,
Runnin' with the wind,
Not a care in the world...
I'm gonna live forever.

I had dreams, I made memories.
From sittin' in a car at the drive-in,
Playing games at the arcade,
Or just driving around, working up the nerve.

Sometimes flying around,
Straightening the curves,
Flattening hills...
Or just cruising Main.

Dreams became reality.
Reality became memories.
And...
Memories became dreams.

For all those in my life,
who have gone before me,
I've never forgotten you,
or all the good times we shared.

Someday, we'll meet again,
When my work is done here.
Until then, we are forever young
In my dreams and memories.

©October 2025 Michael Craner


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Twilight in Kentucky

 

By LinnieJane Burks

(Glensboro, Kentucky)

I've been watching purple twilight,
     Slip across Kentucky hills--
Quietly drop its mantle o'er each golden beam
     Straying from the lazy nodding sun,
Fast sinking in the west, Who, tho' King of day--
     Now only longs for dreams.

As the moments pass, my valley
     Gathers shadows--but their hues
Are so soft and peace invoking, that still
     Their quiet life scene lets us marvel
At their power to sooth all strife,
     For the twilight moves according to God's will.

Choosing colors, blending, flitting,
     Touching here--then on they move.
Even ripples of Salt River murmur low,
     And as the stars in shining,
Cast tranquility o'er all,
     I feel love sublime within me overflow.

©July 1946 Linnie Jane Joslin Burks
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Almond Eyes

 

By John I. Blair

Granddaughter mine,
Infant child,
Gazing into my heart
With almond eyes,
Slightly veiled
By epicanthic folds
As if concealing mystery,
Challenging my mind
Regarding
Sad canards
I’d read
Or once was told.
You’re much
Too young
To talk or hold
A complex thought.
But,
Whatever lies
Behind those eyes
If I could look inside,
The logic of biology
Implies that part
Of what I’d find
Is me.

©2005 John I. Blair


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Rerun Reminder

 

By Walt Perryman

I am not as disappointed about things I did, because I could,
As I am about the things I did not do, but I knew I should.

Probably the most important conversation you ever had,
Was with your own conscience about the good and bad.

One of the most important opinions you’ll have on earth,
Is your opinion you have of you and your own self-worth.

Your whole life is made up of the choices you make.
Out of two choices, good, or bad which will you take?

©Oct 1, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Olive

By Bruce Clifford

You make my heart skip a beat.
Like I could fly off my grounded feet.
You took my heart and made it whole.
I never want to let you go.
Oh, how Olive you so.

You take my breath and dreams away.
I was once lost in yesterday.
In your eyes I feel I am found.
Olive you so, inside, and out.

You took my soul and made it whole.
Olive you so, truth be told.
You make my dreams come alive.
My heart is racing in overdrive.

Oh, how I cry when we’re apart.
Olive you how you’ve taken my heart.
I was so lost in what had gone astray.
Olive you more each and every day.

You make my heart skip a beat.
Like I could fly off my grounded feet.
You took my heart and made it whole.
I never want to let you go.
Oh, how Olive you so.

©10/3/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Getting Older

 

By LinnieJane Burks

(For you and for me! Be happy and be thankful!)

Getting older cannot be stopped,
Always the ticking of the clock.
Sure, senility may be setting in,
Can't remember if you're going or have been!
Many things have left us which we hate to mention—
But, dentures and eye glasses are some great inventions!
Youth is gone, never to return
But, oh! the wisdom we have learned!
The smell of flowers! the touch of a hand!
The smile of a child, or just to walk on free land!
All our good senses have been increased,
Love compassion, gentleness and peace.
The joys of life can mean so much more
When you stop and consider what God may yet have in store!

©circa 2000 Linnie Jane Joslin Burks
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Don't Be Fooled By The Sunshine

 

By John I. Blair

Don’t be fooled by the sunshine;
It’s a cloudy afternoon in late November
And four o’clock’s supposed to look like this.

I know that in September
With daylight saving time
A light intensity this low
Would indicate it’s fine
To pull a poptop off a can
Of gourmet chicken feast.

But not today, not now;
And purring around my toes,
Rubbing your silky golden fur
Along my naked legs,
Won’t make me do it any sooner.

No, it won’t!

And you bet that little nip
Upon my ankle
Didn’t win you any friends!

Oh what the heck.
At least I’ll scratch your neck,
Pull your tail a bit,
Talk baby talk to you.

And maybe food at five
Will be okay just once.

©2005 John I. Blair
Encore


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How to Start Your Day

 By Walt Perryman

When you wake up would be a good time to start.
Then close your eyes and listen with your heart!

Abandon your ego and put any self-pride away,
And listen to the ‘silence’ for what God has to say.

Then it is time to converse with God, one on one,
But, when you are finished, you are not yet done.

Hang on to every word that God has said to you,
Do what he tells you and what you said you’ll do.

Then you can go out and face the world today,
But through it all, listen to what God has to say.

God is available 24 hours a day, but satin is too.
You can only hear one, that choice is up to you.

©Oct 14, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Lost in You

I get lost in you. I’m so in love with you. I can’t explain where I have been. I just know where I being to understand how you hold my heart. I want to hold you near. I’m so in love with you dear. I can’t describe how things were. I only know it’s you who I adore. It’s been you all along. I get lost in you. I give my heart to you too. I don’t know where this had been. I love you forever again. Now I know who we are. Two souls together behind the brightest star. You’re more beautiful than I can describe. I just want there to be you and I. I get lost in you. I sometimes don’t know what to do. When I toss and turn at night. I know I would sleep if you were by my side. I get lost in you. Your eyes mesmerize me in tune. I wish I could hold you tight. I’m lost in you day and night. I want to hold you near. I’m so in love with you dear. I can’t describe how things were. I only know it’s you who I adore. It’s been you all along. By: Bruce Clifford 10/2/2025