Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂
( “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 🙂 )
I gaze upon mortals of the universe with a smile and a chuckle while they are attempting to gain material wealth.. I am far wealthier than they can hope to be…. 🙂
I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.
I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I watch each one twinkle
Basking in the suns glow.
I have nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Though many did try.
Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
And with the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.
Money have I little
But wealth I have got,
But I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.
But I’m not going to change
A rich dreamer I’ll stay,
Till the rivers run dry
And the four winds…..all blow away.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller )
Again, here on the path it is a wonderful world indeed!!.. 🙂
Taking a break in the activities of starting new adventures and preparing for change… thought I would share a few thoughts… I have been ask how I acquired the nickname of “Dutch” so I thought I would share the memory of how it began…
First off, I am of German/Dutch ancestry.. In the middle 1800’s this area of the prairies were settled by German/Dutch settlers and I were born and raised on a farm here 1940’s to 1960’s….
I am standing between my Father and sister, the cornstalk is another story.. 🙂 over time this part of the prairie affectionately became known as “Dutch Flats”…My mother and Grandmother could speak English, High German (the German language) and Low German which were a slang version of German.. Telephone wise we had a party line of 12 people and it was not unusual to pick up the phone and hear someone talking.. There were those on the line who would like to eavesdrop on conversations, and Mom and Grandma would normally use English but if they suspected someone was listening they would switch to Low German as they were the only people on the line that could speak Low German… 🙂
In 1965 (while a member of the USMC) I were sent to South Vietnam as part of a observer team of the 12th Marine Regiment…
(My son was born September 28, 1965, I received orders on September 30, 1965..had 2 1/2 weeks to get my family and all our possessions back to the prairies, when I left my son wasn’t able to see clearly yet, I were a stranger.. I returned Christmas Eve 1966, he was near 15 months old and I were still a stranger).. I saw first hand that conflicts accomplish nothing, only pain and suffering..
Anyway.. While I was there, the USO..
Had set up a pen pal program for the military personal in Vietnam.. If you wish to put your name on a list, the USO would post it back in the USA and anyone who wished to write to the soldiers, etc could do so… well, I got a letter from the Woods family (Mom, Dad, daughter and son) who lived in Rock Island, Illinois USA.. We wrote letters back and forth and one day the children decided I needed a nickname.. And because I were German/Dutch ancestry, grew up in “Dutch Flats” and my middle initial was “D”, they gave me the nickname of “Dutch”.. And they started addressing my letters; SGT Larry “Dutch” Woller…
The members of the Regiment inquired about it and I explained it to them and in time members of the Regiment would call me Dutch and it stayed with me… that is how I got the nickname “Dutch”… 🙂 I had the good fortune to meet the Woods family on two occasions and did communicate from time to time, but as the way of all things, they moved from Rock Island and over time lost touch with them, but thanks for the memories..
“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown).
Alas, I must move on also, new adventures await me..so will close the book of memories fir now.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams, you see
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit born free
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
And “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stopped the story.” (Frank Herbert) so this is not goodbye for..