Sunday, March 1, 2026

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

“It was one of those March days
when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light,
and winter in the shade.”
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Our short month of February disappeared shortly. Now after a surprisingly warm time (for the most part) even up into the 80s, we are being told to expect a cold front this first March week. Pretty certain it isn't only Texas being left wondering who's right. The trees here are putting on new leaves but we have seen such impudence scattered to the ground by frost.


Our poets have sprung into action with these welcome verses. Bruce Clifford shows three new poems: "Excel Line," "Distance Between Us," and "Our Anthem." Bud Lemire does live in the Northern part of the USA so he has composed "Old Man Winter." He lightens up with two more: "Light Bringer" and "Chat 2026."


Our Luckenbach poet Walt Perryman shares "More Choices" and "Try Just A Little Harder Every Day." Another of our musicians who does song lyrics is the guitar playing, long time performer David Minstrel Sterenchock presents his newest song this month, "I Wish I'd Been A Witness." Showing his longevity with us, we encore his "Sinking Ship."


John I. Blair is still recuperating from a few heart repairs but he still is our most prolific poet. We present two of his poems that were among the first ones of his we published: "Birdfeeder Karma" and "Three Ways of Looking at Vultures."


The article "Positivity and Spirituality" is authored by Christopher Reburn. We welcome his first appearance in our International Art and Literature eZine. He wears many hats, being an Astrologist, a world renowned Psychic Healer, and a spiritual Teacher. A long time personal mentor, he is known for giving professional and caring Psychic readings and Spiritual guidance.


Judith Kroll whose column "On Trek" encourages conservation of natural resources also suggests that doing what we can to help others forms an invisible bond of wellbeing that goes in both directions. Pauline Evanosky tells us in her column "Woo Woo" that letting yourself seek your path within can open greater understanding of others.


Marilyn Carnell, author of "Sifoddling Along" discloses that she cherishes certain keepsakes because of histories of family use or significance. Thomas F. O'Neill's column "Introspective" strolls through various "stands" taken by the two main parties this election season which show more similarities as they attempt to gain followers than oppositions. Both sides have speakers that contradict their fellow speakers about as much as their opponents. There seems to be a lack of mutual understanding of the actual meaning of many words.


Our columnist in Dublin filled "Irish Eyes" with what fascinated him in a new publication and its author. He encourages the reading of "Speaking My Mind" by Leo Varadkar.


Melinda Cohenour turned in two interesting columns for March "Armchair Genealogy" her own, and "Cooking With Rod's Family" when she found she was the designated responsible party if other family members didn't send a recipe. Both columns offer interesting information.


We know our Webmaster and co-founder Miichael Craner has had challenging weather in his personal stomping grounds. Thus, no column from him for March. Despite his other responsibilities, he keeps this eZine humming along. You are truly appreciated, Mike.


We will see you in April!


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Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

The Magic of DNA: It Can Unite Kinfolk


Intro:


My daughter penned lyrics to a song, a poetic work. And this column is meant to describe the thrill her poetry gave me and why.

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Family research has been a major part of my life. The obsessive need to discover my roots grew out of the legend in our family that we were "French, Irish and Indian." My sisters and I were blessed with several generations of curious folk who recorded significant life events of family members in various ways: Bibles, diaries, journals, letters, and those treasured handwritten trees that became documented more permanently by typing names and dates and relationships in traditional formats and sharing photocopies.


The day my curiosity became an obsession is one I shall never forget. I fell in love with a marvelous character who came to my attention as sisters Mary and Jacquie joined me to try out our MomMay's new Genealogy software. Being the fastest typist of the three, my elder sisters chose to take on the chore of sorting through her collection of data organized by the surname of the paternal head of what was considered our primary lineages: Joslin, Hopper, Bullard, and Godwin.


We began the process by learning the basics of the software usage and directions. Then four primary piles were arranged on the desktop adjoining the computer workstation. We agreed it would be most efficient to fill in the basic data for our family using MomMay and DaddyJack as our HOME profile Family page. We were quite familiar with our grandparents' names and our handy data collection fed us dates and locations of vital events: birth, school, marriage, and death. The bare bones of the lives we were exploring.


We resisted the temptation to fill in stories noted hither and yon, vowing to get the tree and its roots and branches sketched in before adorning it with leaves, buds, twigs, or flowers.


Then we came upon the pages devoted to Napa Charley Hopper, also known as Big Charley and a few other sobriquets. What a fascinating MAN! It took my entire stubborn commitment to task at hand to stop myself from delving into MORE of his story. We carefully scanned each page to ensure we had captured pertinent critical facts before carefully setting HIS pages aside marked by the attachment of a big binder clip.


My fingers could not enter the (now) uninteresting FACTS for the rest of his family group so I could finally turn to becoming acquainted with this fascinating man!


But my sisters insisted we work through the other three family groups' data first. And then we hit the strangely duplicated "portions" of the family members appearing in the next packet. It was a struggle that took days to sort out (we hoped we had sorted it correctly, at least).


Finally, a week or so later, we had extracted the data that filled out the interconnected family groups. Just their vital data bits and the HOW they were related. It was time to get to the delicious task of organizing a timeline for Napa Charley and exploring his history, filling in verbatim the tales of his amazing exploits.


I WAS HOOKED! And that fire once lit has not been extinguished. I've used every resource available to me in my attempt to KNOW my ancestors, thrill to their accomplishments, wonder at what inspired their decisions, grieve with them as they experienced loss or deep disappointment, and ultimately mourn their loss, make note of their burial place if possible.


Along the way we found many treasured FACTS about our family weren't ... facts, I mean. They were myths, legends, fantasies. Stuff disputed by the paper trail that pens the imprint of our lives. Sometimes elusive and often just flat wrong as well. So many hours spent scratching our head and struggling to dig out the truth.


And, then, the MIRACLE. God's building blocks. The fabric and thread from which He created all things. DNA. Once this incredible core of creation was first revealed, our entire concept of our existence was altered. The framework of DNA has changed how we fight disease, grow food, improve our lives and discover how connected each person is to the world's population.


Several years ago I sent in my DNA. Waited not so patiently for the first results. Discovered my ethnicity according to Ancestry was only partially truth (later found Ancestry's ethnicity algorithms to be a work in progress itself) and began to resolve some puzzling relationships not resolved through paper trails. I learned I have cousins. Not the dozen or so I knew as first or second cousins but thousands of cousins!! I try to connect those closest by Centimorgan measurement by tracing their connection to our most recent common ancestors. Many have found their place in my tree.


Quickly I strategized how to use this miraculous tool to work on every genealogist's headache - the inevitable brick wall, that spot in the tree where try as you might you cannot track the next generation back in time. So I asked my daughter and my son's son to test (offering two different parental lines to help sort matches). One of my most elusive tree profiles was the bio father of my first husband, the father of my children. He had been haunted by never knowing. Abandoned at birth to the Miami-Dade orphanage, he had no clue. I had promised to try to find the bio parents. Through Melissa and Adam's DNA results, I found incontrovertible proof of his bio dad. We continue tracking the bio mom, although I have a strong suspect in my sights.


As a result, however, of her DNA testing my daughter has had her life enriched beyond measure by finding siblings! Brothers in addition to her elder full sibling, my son John, father of Adam. Melissa found a treasure trove of siblings after the results of her DNA test were in. She celebrates her love for the brothers found and wonderment at God's mysterious and wonderful blessings in this joyous verse. Her poem expresses the marvel and joy these findings have brought to her.

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MELISSA'S SONG: BROTHERS!

Johnny Ray, Jason, Rock & Jordan.
Oh how I love 'em every mornin'.

Just a baby I was makin' dreams,
brothers, yeah brothers, a part of the schemes.

Prayin' someday He'd give me the gift,
Oh my Lord he didn't forget.

Waking up early opening my eyes,
there they were like a beautiful sunrise.

Johnny Ray, Jason, Rock & Jordan.
Man I keep ...
Love'n em every mornin'.

©January 2026 Melissa Bradshaw

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Ancestry offers the largest DNA test results from around the world. Other companies offer a variety of attractive "bells and whistles" which are worthy of exploring if you're desirous of testing. Some offer their own labs; others use results from separate commercial laboratories. You might look into My Heritage, 23andMe, Family Tree DNA and companies that specialize in mitochondrial (maternal lineage) or Y-DNA (specific to Father to son lineage where each generation changes segments by only a measured amount permitting one to determine the relationship through the descent).


See you next month!


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Irish Eyes

 

By Mattie Lennon

The Boy Who Would Be TAOISEACH Speaking His Mind


I have just finished reading "Speaking My Mind" by Leo Varadkar in which he pulls out all the stops to lead the reader through his personal and political life. In the first twenty pages he describes how as a gay student in Trinity he always had a plausible answer to the question why he didn’t have a Girlfriend.


Leo Varadkar was born in Blanchardstown, Dublin 15, in 1979 when I was living around the corner from his parents Doctor Ashok Varadkar, who was raised a Hindu, and his mother Miriam a Catholic who was a nurse. They had their garage converted for use as a surgery. As a child Leo developed a colour-coded system which simplified the filing of patient’s charts. So it is no surprise that, as a thirteen year old, he was well able to hold his own in discussions about the Maastricht Treaty, with the erudite people that his parents would have as dinner-guests.


I lived around the corner from the Varadkar family but because I worked for a semi state company, I had a panel Doctor. Doctor Varadkar was not my doctor but I did have occasion to visit him and I found him to be a perfect gentleman.


Leo was a brilliant student but didn’t like writing short stories. “I couldn’t understand how anyone would want to write something untrue.” I wonder what his later day political colleagues thought of that mind-set.


He mentions his local library and how he was a regular visitor there. I know from experience that he was in the minority in that respect. When I lived in Blanchardstown there would be a queue for the Bingo hall but the library would be almost deserted. One Smart Alec even defined a Blanchardstown intellectual as, “A person who goes into the library when it’s not raining,”


Up to the time of writing I haven’t ever met Leo Varadkar face to face but because my son went to the same school as his sister Sophie and, as a parent, I was part of a shared school run and I often drove her to school. I think I’m not using the word genius out of its capacity by describing her as such.


Michael Foot’s, “A political memoir is the last refuge of a politician who has run out of applause” doesn’t hold water here. Leo has not yet run out of applause. At the launch of Speaking My Mind, he expressed the hope that his memoir would serve as the first draft of history for what was an eventful time in Irish politics and it would be difficult to disagree with that. It drew a heartfelt round of applause. And it has been applauded many times since.


The author may have not been a fan of the short story but from the first page of Speaking My Mind it is obvious that he is a skilled wordsmith. Did he always speak his mind? No, and in this autobiography he has no trouble admitting it. When he met President Trump at Shannon Airport on 05th June 2019, The Donald had a lot of bile to spew about Betty Midler, “She’s a nasty woman” he said, “very nasty. Literally nobody likes her. Ugly woman.” Leo writes, “I tried to steer Trump onto more weighty topics, but he was seething...I would have loved to tell him that I’m a great fan of Bette Midler and I love “Beaches”-and perhaps the younger me would have done- but I’d grown more experienced as a politician, I had come to realise there were times when the national interest or the greater good required me to hold my tongue.” When describing giving a bowl of shamrock to Trump he says something that many would see as a debatable point, "Donald is many things but he’s certainly not stupid. His intelligence and cunning were extremely apparent."


Leo has his critics and who hasn’t but even his most hardened opponents would admit that he is the direct opposite to the description given by the Daily Tribune, “Self-obsessed, bitter, evasive — was Leo Varadkar just an Irish Boris Johnson?” And none of those traits appeared when the man whose childhood ambition was to become Taoiseach had his book shortlisted for the Dubray Biography of the Year 2025. He was in the company of such literary heavyweights as Julia Kelly, Miriam O’ Callaghan, Stephen Travers, Sarah Corbett Lynch and Brenda Fricker.


Not afraid to describe others as he sees them he is the author of many descriptions of his fellow-man. He says Boris Johnson was “Funny and could be charming” while Nigel Farage can be, “Jovial and chatty.” And others come under the heading of “odd” or “Tetchy". Compliments are not always so concise; Of Brendan Howlin he says, “I’d been known as a Rottweiler in my younger days but he’s certainly capable of being a terrier with a bone.”


Different things have stuck in the former politician’s mind for different reasons, like Michael O’ Leary’s simple request, “Just drop the

f**king tax.


Highlights? There were many. The first time he was appointed Taoiseach, after he felt the population were asking, “Can Ireland really cope with a gay Taoiseach?” and he got his answer that indeed we could. The day he addressed our little country from the steps opposite the White House, the day of the Marriage Equality Referendum, and the day in March 2024 when he decided it was time to go, but there is one day that he treasures most of all: Matt Barrett is a cardiovascular surgeon from Geesala in the Mayo Gaeltacht.


If I were writing for a less sophisticated readership I could tell a story about a member of that particular profession. It’s funny and I’m sorry that I can’t share it with you. It’s about a famous Dublin heart specialist who died and everyone who was anyone was gathered at his funeral in Mount Jerome Crematorium. A top of the range coffin was displayed in front of a large heart. When the Minister finished the sermon and everyone had said their good-byes the heart was opened, the coffin rolled inside and the heart closed.


Just at that moment one of the mourners started laughing and the person beside him asked what was so funny only to be told, “I was thinking about my own funeral, you see, I’m a gynaecologist.”


Where was I? Oh yes. Matt Barrett. Doctor Barratt and Doctor Varadkar have been together for eleven years. I meant to tell you the story of how they met but you’ll have to read it yourself as my deadline is dangerously close. I have only time to tell you that "Speaking My Mind" is published by Sandycove which is part of the Penguin Random House group, that you are in for a treat and this hardback is worth its price for the 78 wonderful colour pics alone. Enjoy every one of the 421 pages.


I for one am looking forward to his next book.


See you in April.


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Woo Woo

 

By Pauline Evanosky

Hear Me Roar

This month, I’d like to write about what you stand for and your principles. Assuming you all have good hearts, you have already learned how to put good out into the world. You do it in your own way, in your family, at work, and with your friends. You’ve already learned that cutting others down to the size you want them to be is not good behavior. If you live a life like I used to, which was insulated and with not that many people in it, it was easy enough to do.


But I had what I thought was somebody challenging me this week.


I write about the WooWoo here in this column and how much closer it is than a person might think. What I want to do is to open people’s eyes to some fun stuff that doesn’t cost a cent. It involves their relationship with Spirit, with God, and with ideas that can sometimes knock against the bedrock of how they were raised.


It’s what I do.


I had the same bedrock. I was lucky, though, in that my parents didn’t much care what I was doing just so long as I didn’t get in trouble and there were no complaints against me. Hey, I know how to keep my head down. I did it for much of my life. So, though I might complain that I was almost invisible in my family, which led to adult feelings of abandonment I had to sort through, I was also allowed to be a junior psychic explorer with nobody the wiser.


I am writing this piece for the March issue of Pencil Stubs. The day is February 12, 2026. That day is significant because it was the day 33 years ago when I broke through and began channeling. The journey for me was long. I knew what I wanted, but somehow, I always fell short. I didn’t know in those days that every step you take toward a goal means there will be a bit of slippage on the trail. Failures are not actually failures; they are merely steps in the right direction. Also, you could say, why take a journey if you aren’t going to enjoy the view along the way?


Determination appeared in my rear-view mirror to be a most valuable trait for getting things done.


Anyway, it happened, and I’ve lived my life with it ever since. The thing is that although my principles never changed, what I talked about did. Before it was “what if?” Now, it is still “what if?” knowing that the what-if part of the journey, of my journey, and of your journey can be rich beyond words.


Your principles will not change. What will change when you become that junior psychic explorer, no matter how old you are, is your worldview. You will see the differences between people disappear. You will see how much alike you are to folks who live a million miles away. You will see the border between countries and between Heaven and Earth fade, and what happens to you after you die is an exciting thing to consider.


Getting there challenges all the ideas you have held your whole life. You will batter down the dangerous ideas of tempting fate. You will learn that you are in control of your life.


So, I’m not saying all of that is instant knowledge. I’m just saying it came with my journey. I’ve had 33 years to think about it. I’m pretty sure it would come with your journey.


The best part about it for me is that I am not afraid. Much, anyway. But it was interesting that in the past week or so, where I write at Medium.com, a gentleman began leaving comments about something WooWoo I’d written. He sounded like some of the members of my own family warning me of the dangers of psychic involvement with Spirit. It’s dangerous, he said. He said he’d heard reports of haunted houses. Once a demon gets hold of you, you are toast, sort of thing.


I was polite. I answered his concerns, though he wasn’t looking like he was going to be swayed from his beliefs. I couldn’t change what I write about because to me it is the truth. I don’t lie. I don’t fabricate my experiences with psychic things that don’t actually happen to me. Granted, I’m only one person, but at 70 years old, I feel like I’ve had quite an adventure. I learned a lot about myself and other people through it all. Lovely stuff. Stuff not to be afraid of. Things that encourage people to dream and to dream big. I’ve also learned a lot about Spirit. Stuff that I’d been brought up not to think about. Stuff that I now know to be true.


So, we went back and forth a few times during the week. I tend to answer questions when people ask them. The answers are involved and touch upon things they hadn’t actually asked about, but that, to me, are natural extensions of the story.


This morning, I became concerned about how he was pushing at me. I was almost having to defend myself that what I had experienced was real and true. I wondered what I should do about this gentleman.


In my email this morning, there was a gracious response from him. He said the way he used to think was an old way. He said he realized that now. He enjoyed what I was writing and asked me to continue writing. Then, he said he realized that what I wrote about was learned from hard experience. I couldn’t have asked for better.


So, it was a lesson to remind me again that the life path I had chosen was important. I continue to spread good. I don’t dwell on the horror or terror, though I can see where it arises in those psychic adventures if you pay too much attention to the warnings of people who don’t want you to step outside of the lines of proper and acceptable behavior. I also learned that where there is fear, there can also be a disturbance in the force. It’s like if you look for fear, it will be there. Consequently, if you look for love, it too will be there.


You know where I think some of this began? When I was a teenager, I heard Helen Reddy sing, “I am Woman. Hear me Roar.” I might not have known what that was going to be about, but it started me on a path that would take me much of my life.


Do you have a dream? Go after it. Thanks for reading. I’ll see you next month.
Pauline Evanosky


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Cooking with Rod's Family

 

By Melinda Cohenour




My mother made the best baked ham. Her glaze was always simple but perfect. We loved every phase of the ham: right out of the oven beautiful thick slices with traditional accompaniments of spiced and sweetened apples baked along with the ham, mashed potatoes with melting butter pats, green beans with baby pearl onions; then the welcome fried ham to make our breakfast eggs even better. If the ham was big enough we could make ham sandwiches for lunch and still use some diced chunks to enhance a big pot of pintos served with cornbread, crisp green onions, thick slices of tomatoes and strips of bell pepper. If we were really lucky, there would be enough left for MomMay to carve the meat carefully away from the bone and make her fabulous Ham Salad! The bone itself, of course, would be boiled in a pot of water to make bone broth. This treasure would be poured into a narrow pitcher or jar and placed in the freezer or fridge until the fat congealed on top. Before storing, the congealed fat cap should be discarded. Use this broth to enrich any number of soups, sauces, or to add to stock for chowder.

MomMay's Ham Salad Spread


INGREDIENTS:

To prepare Ground ham:

    * Lean chunks of ham carved from the bone
    * 1 or 2 slices of white bread
    * 1 brick (about 8 oz) Cheddar cheese
    * 4 or 5 sweet fingerling gherkins (we'll use a tad of that sweet pickle juice in the spicy spread, see below)
    * 1 small sweet white onion, diced

To prepare Spicy Spread:

    * 2 tablespoons Miracle Whip
    * 1 teaspoon French's yellow mustard
    * Dash black pepper
    * About 1 teaspoon sweet pickle juice (can substitute apple cider vinegar)
    * Dash fresh lemon juice

INSTRUCTIONS:

    1. Mother used a hand grinder that attached to the cabinet top to grind lean chunks of her leftover baked ham (delicious!). A big bowl would be placed to catch all the ground ingredients.
    2. To clear the last of the ham, put through a slice of bread.
    3. (For a special treat) grind a brick of cheddar cheese.
    4. Grind another slice of bread to clear the cheese from the implement.
    5. Feed the sweet gherkins along with the wedges of sweet Vidalia or Bermuda onion through the grinder.
    6. Into the bowl add Miracle Whip, a dash of pepper, a little bit of yellow French's mustard. Occasionally MomMay would squeeze in lemon juice or pickle juice or apple cider vinegar to make the ham salad spread the right consistency.
    7. The mixture should be spread on lightly buttered white bread before laying all the slices on a big cookie sheet to brown under the broiler.
    8. Serve just melty with the bread lightly toasted.


Fantastic served with a nice garden salad and a pitcher of iced sweet tea or lemonade.


Bon appetit ~!


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Introspective

 

By Thomas F. O'Neill

The Polarization of American Ideology


There have been huge polarizations and ideological differences in America for many years, especially between the Democrats and the Republicans. The political-ideological divisions are evident in both the House of Representatives and the Senate.


For decades, Democrats and Republicans have become deadlocked, refusing to compromise on important issues. Those issues are at times vital to America and our future well-being.


Let's face it, there have been times when finding a rational solution, meeting in the middle of the great divide, or reaching a compromise seemed beyond the realm of possibility in Washington, DC. The two parties came up with mere talking points to talk past one another. It is also evident that our U.S. Government is becoming more dysfunctional, making it harder to accomplish anything of importance.


The Republican leaders are seen by the Democratic Party as being hijacked by the extreme conservative fringe. The Republican leaders, on the other hand, view the Democratic Party as the ultra-liberal progressive party.


A conservative talking point on Facebook is the claim that Democrats want to change America into a socialist country. Another post I read said liberalism is a mental disorder, and what is needed is a return to our biblical roots. The liberal side is arguing that conservatives want to rewrite history to push their ideological agenda on the American people. Conservatives say the same about liberals. Perhaps they believe that if they post their assertions enough times online, they will become factually true.


Some of the religious right posting on social media have gone as far as to say our Nation’s founding fathers were orthodox Christians. However, there is no historical evidence to support their claim, and history has proven time and time again that most, but not all, of our nation’s founding fathers were Deists, not Christians.


Conservative leaders enjoy weaving into their speeches that Abraham Lincoln was our greatest President and the first Republican President. Most historians would not dispute that claim, as Lincoln was, by far, a great President. They also bring up that Ronald Reagan never wavered from his Christian orthodoxy and single-handedly brought down the Soviet Union.


Many historians would agree that Ronald Reagan was indeed an above-average President but to say he was orthodox in his beliefs and that he single-handedly brought down the Soviet Union is a bit of a stretch.


Many of the religious right postings on social media also seem to lack historical knowledge, especially with their outlandish claims that Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan were born-again Christians. There is no historical evidence to support that claim either. Perhaps, they believe their speeches will rewrite history.


Marco Rubio, our US Secretary of State, once said in a speech that Liberalism is a social disease. I would politely disagree. The problems facing our country are not caused by Liberalism or conservatism but rather by the polarization of ideologies within the government.


Many people sincerely believe our Nation was founded on conservative Christian orthodoxy. They should, however, take time to learn about our country’s heritage rather than trying to push their religious agenda.


Liberalism is not a social disease, nor is it the sole cause of the discord in Washington, DC. The main problem is our government’s inability to compromise, to reach across the aisle, and put the needs of the American people foremost.


Liberal ideologies fill the pages of our history books; the delegates who signed the Declaration of Independence in 1776 were, for example, considered radical liberals. Especially those who didn’t want to rock the boat and enter a war with England. Most religious leaders at that time argued that a war against England could not be won.


In Thomas Jefferson’s time, during the formation of our great American experiment, the Roman Catholic Church declared democracy an immoral form of Government. Pope Pius IV at that time believed that America does not recognize Christ and the church as its moral and governing authority, therefore its government is worldly and immoral. Thomas Jefferson was considered the greatest liberal of all with his radical idea of erecting a wall of separation between church and state. Conservatives at the time declared him an atheist even though he considered himself a Deist.


Those who condemned slavery in the 1850s were also considered bleeding-heart liberals. Unlike today, many Democrats were staunch racists during the abolitionist movement of the 1800s, but their party was divided. That division led to the first Republican to win the Presidency in 1860. Abraham Lincoln received only 40% of the popular vote in the 1860 election. His two opponents received 60% of the votes, with 30% going to each. His two opponents were pro-slavery, and if the 1860 election were a two-way race, Lincoln would have lost due to his liberal ideals, and history would have turned out quite differently.


Unlike today, the Republican Party in the mid- to late 1800s was a liberal progressive party. The Democratic Party back then was the religious conservative party that campaigned on bible quotes. They believed slavery was justified on religious grounds because the bible says so.


Steven Douglas, who ran against Lincoln, accused him of being a Deist because he never referred to god’s biblical words in his speeches. Lincoln’s response, “…. when I do good … I feel good …… when I do bad, I feel bad. Therefore, I do my best to do what is right, ….. to follow the rules of goodness at all times, this is the religion I live by.” Lincoln went on to say in response to Steven Douglas, “…… I cannot conceive a superior intelligence, which we refer to as God, that would concur with my opponent’s (Douglas) feeble, mediocre ramblings.” Lincoln took a huge gamble by alienating himself against the religious conservatives, but he spoke honestly, and many historians believe Douglas won the debate among the pro-slavery crowd.


Lincoln was hated and despised as President because he did not set out to please the citizenry by making the popular choices. He put preserving the Union above all else. He understood history depended on the tough, unpopular choice he had to make. He brought our country through the greatest and bloodiest conflict our Nation ever faced. Some historians put the death toll in the Civil War at seven hundred and twenty thousand. North against South, brother against brother, every household experienced a great loss due to the death of a loved one. The South experienced the most carnage and punishment by the northern forces, and each side passionately believed God was on their side.


A reporter asked Lincoln, “Mr. President, both sides say God is on their side. How can you both be right?” Lincoln’s response, “God is always on the side of humanity, urging us to concede to the will of our higher angel, dwelling within all of us.”


In the end, Lincoln’s assassination in 1865 elevated our 16th President to secular sainthood. His death occurred on Good Friday, a Christian observance. In some way, his death symbolized and represented the loss and pain that the country endured throughout the war.


North and South mourned the death of Abraham Lincoln. History, however, does not always concur with the myths and legends that continue to surround our 16th President in popular culture. He represented all that was worst in humanity and all that was best in humanity. His goals for the Southern Reconstruction were not fulfilled as he had hoped. It was due to his assassination and the staunch racism and hatred of his successor, Andrew Johnson. Unlike Lincoln, the 17th President, Andrew Johnson, was on the wrong side of history.


Afro-Americans were treated poorly in the South, and Southern whites got away with horrendous crimes against Southern blacks. Southerners used people of color as scapegoats for the Civil War and took out all their hate and animosity against them.


The Ku Klux Klan, commonly called the KKK or simply the Klan, was made up of both democrats and republicans. When the KKK emerged, segregation soon followed, becoming the norm under the new Jim Crow laws that were established in the southern states. It would take decades for the civil rights movement to take root, leading to extraordinary social changes.


The mid-1950s and throughout the 1960s brought the civil rights struggle to the national mainstream. Enlightened voices and extraordinary oratory from people like Martin Luther King, Jr. and other civil rights leaders brought the struggles of Afro-Americans to light. Television visualized the injustices waged against people of color and the dissonance of white supremacy.


President John F Kennedy tried to pass massive civil rights legislation through Congress, but conservative republicans and democrats blocked the bills. It wasn’t until JFK’s assassination that President Lyndon Johnson was able to push Kennedy’s civil rights bills through Congress, and the Civil Rights Act was signed into law in 1964, bringing an end to segregation. The Voting Rights Act of 1965 was passed, making it illegal to interfere with a person’s right to vote. The Fair Housing Rights Act of 1968 became law, making it illegal to refuse to rent or sell property to a person based on that person’s race.


Many southern Governors opposed the new civil rights laws, like Governor George Wallace (January 1963 – January 1967) of Alabama, a proud racist. He had no qualms about announcing his racism on national television. He said, “There was segregation, yesterday, they’ll be segregation, today, and they’ll be segregation, tomorra', as long as I’m Govana’ of the mighty State of Alabama.” George Wallace ran for Governor on that very slogan and won his first term in November of 1962. He and other Southern governors ignored the new civil rights laws. They accused the Democratic leaders in Washington of being soft and bleeding-heart liberals for interfering with the southern way of life. At various times during LBJ’s presidency, National Guard units were called into southern states to help enforce civil rights laws.


President Johnson went on to escalate the Vietnam War by sending thousands of ground troops to Vietnam in hopes of winning over the hardline southern conservatives. They accused the President of being soft on communism. Those who opposed the war were looked upon as bleeding hearts.


Most historians today would agree that the Vietnam War was a huge blunder and that Vietnam never posed an imminent threat to the United States.


Decades earlier, when Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected President, many Republicans during the Great Depression of the 1930s accused FDR of being a socialist for his New Deal policies. His welfare programs also caused many Republican conservatives to accuse Roosevelt not just of being a socialist but of being a bleeding-heart liberal as well.


Conservatives always point to Ronald Reagan as the last of the great conservative Presidents. However, if they took the time to read Reagan's personal letters, a different picture would emerge. Reagan was once asked by a reporter, “Is Jesus Christ your personal savior?” Reagan responded, “I don’t wear religion on my sleeve.” The religious right at the time accused Reagan of being Christian in name only because he never brought up Jesus in his speeches and rarely worshiped in a Church on Sunday. Reagan’s personal writings, however, show him to be ahead of his time on many social issues, and he was not as conservative as the religious right makes him out to be. He was highly criticized by conservatives in 1983 when he signed into law, making Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday a national holiday to commemorate Dr. King's life.


If Abraham Lincoln or Ronald Reagan were to run for President today, they would not be able to get their names on the Republican ballot. The religious right would reject them for not being conservative enough.


In 1960, when John F Kennedy’s Catholicism became a campaign issue, Kennedy responded, “The wall of separation between Church and State is absolute,”/ but many conservatives say Kennedy was wrong.


A religious conviction was never a prerequisite for political office in our Nation’s early years. This has become a modern phenomenon that diminishes the electoral process in the United States. John F. Kennedy was correct in stating that the wall of separation is absolute, as our founding fathers intended.


Religious litmus tests for political fitness in our country run counter to the very core principles on which our country was founded. I do, however, agree that the founding principles that made our country great are becoming somewhat lost. It cannot be denied that our founding fathers did not set out to create a Christian Theocracy; they intended to create a just society. They also had a benevolent attitude toward religion in general and Christianity in articular.


Our Nation’s founding fathers believed that education grounded in reason, logic, and a virtuous upbringing is needed for a just society to bear fruit. We cannot have a just society without a virtuous electorate, and that too is being lost in our country. Religiosity being cloaked in government policy by the conservative fringe will only diminish our nation’s greatness even further. We also need to reapply the immortal words of John F Kennedy - “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”


I say this because today many are asking what our Government can do for “ME” and that includes many of today’s politicians. Common decency and service to our country seem to have been foremost in Kennedy’s generation.


Service to our country and common decency are also part of our country’s founding principles; they, too, are eroding in society. Politicians need to move away from an entitlement mentality to a self-worth mentality by asking themselves, “What can I do to make our country a better place to live?”


I like telling people, fools talk because they can; the wise, on the other hand, choose their words carefully. Words do matter, and how we communicate with one another can be just as important as what we say to one another.


There are no easy solutions to the social issues permeating our society, but we, as citizens, can take greater personal responsibility for the negative issues surrounding us. We can empower ourselves and others by voting in each and every election. We can bring about the necessary changes in our democratic society through education, volunteerism, and involvement in outreach and community-based programs. Putting ourselves in the service of others not only helps our community but also enhances our well-being.

Always with love,

Thomas F O'Neill

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Sifoddling Along

 

By Marilyn Carnell

Recently I was asked to write about the item I cared the most about in my home. That was difficult to identify because almost every possession I have has a story.


There are books I cherish, family history records and many small objects like both of my grandfather's shaving mugs, my high school letter covered with pins and awards and the entire contents of my craft "studio". There are countless family photographs, diplomas, my grandmother's "flow blue" tea cup and the hand made flour sack doll I got when I was six years old.


They are all the treasures I have due to being the youngest child of two youngest children.


There are many more things I could name, but the most unusual is the small travel trunk that belonged to my Great grandmother, Fannie Taylor Watkins Arnett. In 1875, her husband was killed in a foundry explosion at a Tredegar Iron Works on the James River near Lynchburg, Virginia. She was a young widow with two little girls- Laura, age 5, and Mary Willie(my maternal grandmother), age 3. Penniless and with no way of getting a job, her only option was to travel by train to southwest Missouri and live with her brother, Pete Taylor. All of their worldly possessions were in an approximately 12x12x24 inch wooden trunk with bone handles.


The little trunk reminds me of her strength and resolve to make the best of what life gave her and how we can survive hard times.


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On Trek

 

By Judith Kroll

How to find Peace in a Rabid World

We cannot change what the powers that are do. If they are insane we are caught in their net of lies and deceit. We are truly dependent on each other. Homeless need help.


Sick need help, but the pendulum swings the other way as well. Those living a normal life, need help too because they are caught in the middle. They cannot afford to help every one.


They can do what they can.


Those that are million and billionaires, etc, can do a lot more good for the world, but do they? Yes many do. But many live above the cloud of humanity, and have their own world.


When the wars start, oh, let's take the kids of poor, and helpless, and those living a normal life...Let us sacrifice them. The rich will protect their kids from harm, even though many cause the harm.


How can we find peace in a rabid world? Always speak truth, and always send love, and healing to a desperate group. Do the best we can, where we can, when we can, but never forget we are all connected. It all begins within each of us. Not a religion, or any group. It starts with us as individuals. May we find our own peace, and let it spread. Let it float above the trees into the atmosphere, to touch all the souls. Pray it, think it, and believe it.


We are all responsible for planet earth, and each other. Do the best we can with what we have -- An invisible connection, that bonds us all together.


It has always been there, and it will always stay there. Pray for our own minds and hearts. Send our love each one of us.
Love, Judith


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Positivity and Spirituality

 

Positivity and Spirituality

By Christopher Reburn

In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, it's easy to get lost in the darkness. But it's precisely in these moments that positivity and spirituality become beacons of hope. For me, positivity isn't about ignoring life's challenges; it's about approaching them with a sense of possibility and resilience. By focusing on the good, we can navigate even the toughest times with more ease and clarity.


Spirituality, too, plays a vital role in grounding us. It's a reminder that we're part of something bigger than ourselves, connected to a larger universe and its rhythms. This connection can bring comfort and strength when things feel overwhelming. Whether through meditation, nature, or community, spirituality helps us tap into a deeper sense of purpose and peace.


These practices aren't about escaping reality; they're about facing it with a fuller heart and a clearer mind. Positivity and spirituality can help us respond to challenges rather than react to them. They encourage us to look for lessons in adversity and to find meaning in the midst of struggle.


In dark times, it's tempting to isolate ourselves or get consumed by fear and anxiety. But positivity and spirituality remind us that we're not alone. We're part of a community, connected to others and to the world around us. This sense of connection can be a powerful antidote to feelings of loneliness and despair.


By cultivating positivity and spirituality, we can transform our experience of the world. We can move from a place of fear to a place of trust, from fragmentation to wholeness. These practices aren't a luxury; they're a necessity for navigating the complexities of life.


Ultimately, positivity and spirituality are about embracing the fullness of our humanity. They're about recognizing that even in darkness, there's light to be found. By holding onto these practices, we can face the challenges of our times with more courage, compassion, and wisdom.


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Birdfeeder Karma

 

By John I. Blair

Take care before
You hang a birdfeeder
Imagining how mellow it will seem
To see your feathered friends
Clinging to its sides
Or hopping all around
On the ground beneath.

Unless you aspire to be
Dispassionate, objective,
A self-distancing observer
Of these non-human species,
You will soon discover
You have linked with other lives
And are a part, in no small way,
Of their existence.

And when one winter day
You find small bones, a skull,
A pair of ragged feathers
Half-hid beneath the leaves
Where last summer
Sparrows hotly chirped
And bluejays jeered,
The tiny pain you feel
Is the gift you gave yourself.

©2003 John I. Blair
Encore


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Chat 2026

 

By Bud Lemire

“Hello, how are you today? It's great to meet you”
“Yes, I'm much older than you, what is it you do?”
“No, I don't invest in Crypto Currency, or gold”
“That is for richer, younger people, I've been told”

“Oh you are from Asia, or the Ukraine?”
It's great to meet you, did you say you were Jane?”
“I'm Bud from Michigan, a name that isn't too hard”
“No, sorry, but I won't buy you an Apple Gift card”

“You say you're looking for love?”
“It's not at all what I was thinking of”
“I'm just looking for a friend”
“When will the scams end?”

“You're Sandra Bullock?! I talked to twenty of you!”
“Yes, and each one claims to be the one who is true”
“Twenty of you, you all can't be the real star”
“Yet still I wonder, who you really are”

“I'm not really looking for love, I'm happy alone”
“You see, I'm set in my ways, and happy on my own”
“I hope you find someone, who's compatible with you”
“The first step in that, is to be honest and to be true”
“Let the true you flow out”
“Leave no room for any doubt”

©Feb 11, 2026 Bud Lemire Bud Lemire

                                            Author Note:

I chat with many people, and so many are deceiving.
Either that or they expect you to be like them.
Scammers, looking for love, looking for a rich partner.
All I wanted was a friend. Years ago, I could find friends
in chat. These days, it's very hard to find anyone like that.


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I Wish I'd Been A Witness

 

By Dave (Minstrel) Sterenchock

I wish I'd been a witness,
And never taken part.
We sold our souls to the Devil,
For another broken heart.

I gave you my heart and you crushed it,
I gave you my love and it died.
At one time you were my everything,
And now you're every tear I've cried.

And then we went no contact,
You disappeared without a trace.
I'm tempted to drive by your house,
Just to see your face.

I drive by places we used to go,
And I'm looking for your car.
I'd love to see you once again,
But I don't know who you are.

I'm tired of being tested,
To see how much I can take.
To say that I believed in you,
Was my first mistake.

I wish I'd been a witness,
And never taken part.
We sold our souls to the Devil,
For another broken heart.

© 2026 All Rights Reserved David Sterenchock


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Our Anthem

By Bruce Clifford

We don’t like fireworks, tattoos, or shopping malls.
We hate the smell of cigarettes in taxi cabs or in hospital halls.
The famous stuck-up actors don’t resonate with us.
We would much rather dine without them while they dine alone and causing a fuss.

We never heard of that famous lady signing autographs in the street.
We prefer the everyday people in everyone we meet.
We hate the corporate nonsense and the fate of faulty excel lines.
We prefer to be near the ocean with a lovely beer and not a cheap wine.

We never have an issue using the F word in the right place.
We hate the panic of governments when they throw their madness in our face.
We avoid the waste and the greedy who only dirty up our land.
This planet is too fragile, which so many others need to understand.

We don’t like tattoos, cuts of flowers and mass market stores.
We’re not afraid to speak our minds when there’s opportunity left hanging on the door.
We don’t like the way corporations run amuck.
We wonder why we always care while others ghost us and never give a *uck

We don’t like fireworks, tattoos, or shopping malls.
We hate the smell of cigarettes in taxi cabs or in hospital halls.
The famous stuck-up movie stars don’t matter much to us.
What makes them more important than a loved one you can trust.

©2/24/26 Bruce Clifford


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Three Ways of Looking at Vultures

 

By John I. Blair

The great black vultures, stretching silent wings,
Soar across the hill on the morning breeze.
They drift above the trees, above the lake,
And look so natural in the world,
These graceful birds of death,
Thrilling to see, beautiful, and chilling.

Under the noon sky the woods spread lush and green
Around the trees where the vultures roost;
But these two trees are rotting,
And on the ground beneath
Everything reeks of death and digestion,
The awful and the necessary.

It's evening and the sun sinks
Toward the western hills.
In their ritual of farewell to the light
The vultures are spiraling
So high they rise nearly to the clouds.
They thrive by finding death,
But they give the dead back to the living land
And in their evening flight
Link the earth to the shining air.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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Light Bringer

 

By Bud Lemire

As life slips through my finger
I try my best to make it linger
People told me I'm not much of a singer
Still I sing, but I was more of a Light Bringer

I bring light, to those who can't get out
I shine on those, who still live in doubt
I had my own struggles along the way
It never stopped me from making their day

Each one of us carry, a light inside of us
It comes out when we need it, you just have to trust
When we do something that feels right, it's there
It's felt the strongest, when we truly care

The light we have, comes from the soul
The more we use it, the more we feel whole
It's a large part, of what makes us who we are
People will see us, as a brightly shining star

It's a gift, that was given to us since birth
It was even there, before we came to Earth
Believe in this gift, believe in this light
It will guide you on this journey, into everything right

©Feb 25, 2026 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

This light we carry inside us, guides us through
our life. It shows us right from wrong,
and shows us what to do, and what not to do.
You can feel it, even when sometimes
you may think it is gone. It never
leaves you. It will always be a part of you.
The more you use it, the stronger it gets.
It's used when you give freely of yourself.
You will feel it when it's needed
most, and you will know, the good
it does.


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More Choices

 

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 I ever had,
Was with my own conscience about the good and bad. One of the important opinions I will have on this earth,
Is the opinion I have of myself and my own self-worth.

Our life is made up of the choices we make.
So today, good or bad which one will you take?

©Feb 23, 2026 Walt Perryman


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Distance Between Us

By Bruce Clifford

There’s a distance between us.
You’re the one who I do trust.
If I ever could fly across the sea.
I always imagine sharing the same space, you, and me.

A million reasons why.
When I think about this I tend to cry.
At night when I dream, there is always a you and me.
When I awake, there’s a distance between us.

The first time we met it was like I was struck by lightning.
From that moment on, I’ve been a changed man as I carry on.

We laughed when we went on camera.
My heart was beating out of my chest.
Just to see your every movement.
Your smile is always the very best.

Sometimes this is so very hard for me.
As we live apart from far across the sea.
There’s a distance between us.
You are the one who I love and trust.

There’s a distance between us.
Time and space and this great divide.
Having you in my life is the greatest plus.
I love your heart, your smile, and your eyes.

A million reasons why.
When I think about this I tend to cry.
How I always wish there could me a forever you and me.
It’s sometimes a lot to take with all this distance between us.

I would never give up on you.
There’s never been anyone more beautiful.
There’s a distance between us.
I love you more than words can express.

©2/12/26 Bruce Clifford


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Sinking Ship

 

By Dave (Minstrel) Sterenchock

I feel I`m on a sinking ship,
I feel it sinking fast.
I climb up to the highest point,
And I`m clinging to the mast.

I have no crew to speak of,
And treasures, I have none.
I`m all alone on this island,
With one bullet in my gun.

Hopelessness surrounds me,
Despair my only friend
I have wounds that will not heal,
And tears that will not mend.

I do not fear the thoughts,
That occur inside my head.
I am not suicidal,
I only wish that I were dead.

©2004 Dave (Minstrel) Sterenchock
Encore


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Old Man Winter

 

By Bud Lemire

Old Man Winter, has returned
Asking us all, what have we learned?
“Was it too nice?”
“Without much ice”

“I just took a long break”
“Did you miss me, by the Lake?”
“I've returned again, and let me say”
“The Winter you remember, is here today”

“Hope you haven't forgotten me”
“This year will be colder, with all you see”
I'll bring temperatures way down low”
“Then raise them up, and let it snow”

“I'll blow the wind, from North To East”
“From South to West, will be increased”
“Shiver your timbers, it's a Winter Blast”
“Only until Spring, will it ever last”

“So put on your Long Johns, and your Beaver hat”
Lay down by the fireplace, on your bearskin mat”
“Stay warm inside, If that's what you must do”
“Or you could be staying, inside an igloo”
Up North, they always welcome me here”
“Every day, at this time of the year”

©Feb 24, 2026 Bud Lemire

                        Author Note:

This year has been a cold one. Old Man Winter is back.
I remember the days when I was younger, snow got pretty deep.
I remember it almost was up to my chin. I'm sure some of you will
remember those days. We've had it pretty easy these last few years.


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Try Just A Little Harder Every Day!

 

By Walt Perryman

No one can be perfect, including me or you.
But we can try a little harder if we want to!

We can grow humbler every time we pray,
And become a little more faithful each day!

We can go out and help someone that is in need,
And become more humble by doing a good deed.

We can try harder to tell the truth instead of lies,
I do not know why, but all lies are the same size

If all of us tried a little harder to give a little more,
Our world would a little better than it was before!

©Feb 24, 2026 Walt Perryman


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Excel Line

By Bruce Clifford

We don’t like living on your excel lines.
You’re nice to us, but it could also be lies.
We would much rather be free from the inevitable day.
The future is ours where nothing can get in our way.

We might be ok for a month or a year.
It’s hard to believe we must live with this fear.
There’s no reason to trust the mighty can’t fall.
We are in this right now as we stand able and tall.

We don’t want to be an excel line on a sheet.
One day we are here, the next on the street.
We would much rather be saved from this inevitable day.
The more that things change they always remain the same.

We might remain here for a year, maybe two.
Singing these songs and living the blues.
There’s no way to know how the pendulum will swing.
One excel line at a time and what the future will bring.

©2/3/2026 Bruce Clifford


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