Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).
“You are a caring person and have a wonderful ability to write and share your thoughts… don’t waste that gift by spreading hate and anger, instead use your gift to write the words you can to support a worthy cause, to give the generations to follow hope and perhaps inspire someone…”
“Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.” Henri Nouwen
A Sunday morning on the prairies and another gloomy morning to behold outdoors..
But not gloomy indoors… with the holidays approaching, were doing a bit of remembering, penning a few thoughts… thought I would stopped the world for a moment and share a few thoughts….the year has moved right along and near the end… decided I would get the holiday music out and sort through to see what I had…
Yanni I among my favorites… and while preparing for the holidays, took a glance at my tree to see if it needed any tending to…
I did not take the tree down last year, had Christmas year around.. clever, eh?.. 🙂 returning to technology for a bit, the ole camera that I have and still are using is getting a bit worn, so instead of purchasing a new one, decided to get out my old phone and use it for a camera….
Will get it cleaned up and up and running instead of purchasing a new one… 🙂 while sitting here going down holiday memory lane, my thoughts drifted back to the time I lived on the farm in the 1940’s, 1950’s and early 1960’s… we lived in a old farmhouse with little insulation and when the wind blew, the curtains would move with the windows shut.. I, my brother and sister slept upstairs, she had her room and my brother and I shared a room (directly over Mom and Dads room)… there were no insulation in the floors and the only way we would get heat up there were what radiated through the floors and through the vent holes in the floors… 🙂
One could stand on the first floor and practically here someone breathing upstairs… well, my brother and I had a O gauge model trains (the larger of the model trains) and every year we would get a few pieces to add to the train set… we had train track all over the floor and at night would send a message by train to each other, trying to be as quiet as we could… with the excitement of Christmas morning and a visit by Santa, we were sending note, after note, after note wondering what we may get… well, I penned a few thoughts about Christmas Eves on the farm.. 🙂
It’s twelve days till Christmas
And as I look around,
Checked every package under the tree
No toys for me were found.
But I’m not one bit worried
The sadness it won’t last,
Because I have some memories
Of many of Christmas past.
One Christmas eve in particular
As, for the night, my brother and I retired,
But it wasn’t long into the night
That the imagination was fired.
We had train track…all over the floor
Very much to Mom’s dismay,
And all night long, messages back and forth
Wondering about Christmas day.
But in a blink of an eye
All got quiet real quick,
There was a shadow in our door
And it definitely wasn’t St. Nick!
It’s Christmas morning….wait there’s a honk
And I looked out the window to see,
It was just my neighbor in his car
Bringing me back to reality.
But that’s ok, I haven’t grown old
And I’m not even gonna start,
I’ll be forever young, don’t you see
With Christmas in my heart.
So to all.. and to all
As I get into my sleigh,
WAIT, I can’t say goodnight
It’s the middle of the day!
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller 12/12/2007 )
Well, I had better close for now, wanting to pen a few thoughts about being thankful on Thanksgiving, contemplate the tomorrows and perhaps visit memory lane again… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
No fire in the fireplace yet, but chillin’, have a spot of wine, memories of the past and making new memories…