With Humble Heart I Thank you—-Memorial Day—-Monday, May 29, 2017

My Grandfather, William Hobson Thomas, was a giant of a man, in my life.

He lied and joined the army at the age of 16—

Granddad would tell the story that when he came to the killing fields he was a juvenile soldier, just an ordinary guy, and that night he was assigned to guard duty.  The night was dark and he was young and afraid.  All along the path he was guarding he would see something glowing in the trees, sometimes the lights would flash causing something to glow on the ground.  As the day gradually faded the night, he saw it was bones.  Bones from those who had died and were placed in the trees or under the bushes to protect them some, bones glowing in the dark.

It was the Christmas season which encouraged Will Thomas to become a cook.  He said it was cold and the snow was coming, the trenches were deep, with water and frozen to their feet.  The night was silent with big white flakes floating down through the sky to land silently on the ground.  The guys were lonesome and homesick; missing the folks back home, when one of the men started singing Silent Night, pretty soon others were joining in until there were many voices singing (quietly) carols to the Lord.

When they ran out of songs, in the dead of the night, with snow flakes piling up all around them, they heard off in the distance in German, the same carols.

Willy knew from that moment on he did NOT want to shoot another human being; they were just like him, cherishing the same types of things he cherished.  As soon as possible he asked for the position of cook, it wouldn’t keep him from having to fight, but it would help keep him from having to fight as much!

He never stopped being proud of being an American.  Years and Years later

He (and Uncle Henry) would dress up in their uniforms to help lead the Memorial Day Parade as Veterans of Foreign Wars…Granddad often carried the flag.

He carried the Flag way into his old age…having to ride in a car to do so.

To this day, Memorial Day and Veterans Day mean so very much to me.  I can’t see our Flag with out tears blurring my eyes–turning the colors of red, white and blue into fractured slabs and streaks of color.

At the Memorial to the Unknown Soldier when TAPS rings out across a silent cemetery pinwheels of sound fill my ears causing my heart to wobble.

To those of you—who are reading this…I Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

For those who have given the ultimate sacrifice…my heart breaks and heals all at the same time.

Very humbly,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Smile Bringer/From a Friend—Sunday, May 28, 2017

I saw my first rainbow as well yesterday. It was a smile bringer.
This bow started out as a complete single and brilliant one. Then clouds obscured one half. Then I saw the double one. So very nice. John North
I agree..it is a Smile Bringer!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

 

The roar of the sky filled my eyes and ears! The song of those crazy wild coyotes echoed right behind the thunder and the lightening.

I ran!

I kept running!

I had a long way to go to get to the Apricot tree, then to Dad’s equipment area, where I would turn and start down the new cement ditch.

Then the wind picked up and roared into life!  It would have been nice if the wind was a ‘changed wind’ and came behind my back, but NO I was running INTO the wind!

My heart was pounding, my legs hurting, and my lungs just about to give out.

Sadly I collapsed!

I was way too tired to keep going.

Ruth fluttered down beside me, “You okay?” she poked her wing at my face, the longest feather on the tip of her wing tickled my nose. I jumped up and SNEEZED!

“A….yeah!  Just tired.”

I sat there with my head drooping, tongue out, body sagging.

BAM!

Thunder slammed into something, in the sky, causing, both Ruth and I to jump ten feet into the air.

CRACK!

The sky turned on every light it owned right before our eyes.

Suddenly I was blind!

Ruth hooted in totally fear!

I might have been instantly blind, but my nose wasn’t!  As I waited for my eyesight to come back —–

I smelled….something…something very familiar…something that always seems to get me in BIG trouble…then my eyesight returned and I saw

SKUNK!  Running by me as fast as its short little legs could carry it…squealing and squeaking in terror!

Now the rain started!  Not just a little drizzle, nor a tiny mist in the air, but a regular downpour—a gully washer, as folks say around here.

Ruth sat there in the most dejected fashion…loyal to the end.

“You fly off, Ruth.  Go back to your nest…wait the storm out…hurry.  It’s only getting worse” I pushed my nose into Ruth’s soft fluffy body and gave her a shove.

She looked at me in a pitying sort of way and said: “Thanks, dog!”  Then lifted herself up and was…..gone!

Gone!

The sky let lose another round of machine gun noises and large flashes of fire.

That did it! I was rested! My legs heaved my body up and was propelling me down the cement ditch road, before my mind had decided to run for home!

Just as I was turning the corner, onto the wooden bridge a raccoon raced by me; panic in his eyes.

I didn’t stop.  The whole sky was alive with fire breathing dragons, danger and peril for everything on open ground.

Heading down the Superhighway between the two corn fields a fox passed me like I was standing still.

Still I ran…I had the gated pipe road left to go before I could be in the farm yard. I was running in mud now.  Soft gushy mud—mud up to my knees.

Dismay set in…it’s late and Mom is in the house and it’s raining and pouring and….

I kept on pushing—I was close to the grain bins now— when three raccoons ran by me heading to … who knows where.

Then around the corner I went, onto the gravel farm yard road and

Low and Behold!  Mom was outside at the hen house checking on the hens!

Life couldn’t get much better!

(an old photo, but I needed you to see my really comfy covers)

Well, that’s the end of the story.  No real mystery here, just a big storm.  Mom took me inside, made me stand in a tub of warm water, washed me off from tummy to toe nails, dried me down with a really nice towel…made me get on my bed then covered me up with a blanket.

Sure felt good.  I didn’t wake up until breakfast.

Sherlock Boomer

The Waning Moon—Thursday, May 25, 2017

Last night was a beautiful night, full of stars and a slender sickle of moon;  rising slowly; leaving behind the curve of the earth

Gradually lifting itself from behind the trees and the glow of the earth’s atmosphere.

Terry was working so Boomer, Mindy and I walked early.

I like to rest on one of Terry’s farm implements, for a spell. Away from the moon shadows cast by trees, leaves, buildings—there I lean soaking up the silver light of the moon.

On quiet nights my mind fancies the Old Ones walk the land… sometimes I think I can see and feel them, other times there is nothing there; only the wind stirring the leaves of the growing crops.

Oh well…so it is.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

After the Venom of the Snow—Wednesday, May 23, 2017

After the snow left, and the cold wind changed directions from north to south

In that thin time, just before the beloved dead starts walking the earth, and the earth turns sleeply inward,

The rain ceased

After the rain ceased and clouds parted…I SAW my FIRST RAINBOW!!!

From my world to your heart!,

Linda

 

 

Every Day’s Soft Glow—Tuesday, May 23, 2017

“I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.”–Marion DUdley Cran, 1913

We finally finished hauling the dirt up

from the settling pond

to the areas of ‘lack’ on the farm

The days are passing like a blink of an eye

Monday afternoon we started work on the roof.

It is still cold here…the wind racing through clouds and straight off a snowbank on the Uncompahgre Plateau

“I LOOK BACK WITH GLADNESS TO THE DAY WHEN I FOUND THE PATH TO THE LAND OF HEART’S DESIRE“–MARION DUDLEY CRAN, 1913

“AND THANK FATE CEASELESSLY WITH A LOUD VOICE “–MARION DUDLEY CRAN, 1913

From my world to your heart! 💕   💕   💕

Linda

 

Two Gifts from Two Friends—Monday, May 22, 2017

Kate from that wondrous land from Down Under sent me this amazing rainbow photo:

She wrote:

After the bad weather over the past few days, we had the most sensational sunset last night, and at one point a small vertical band of rainbow appeared in the east, amongst pink clouds reflecting off the sunset.  I jumped out of the car and grabbed a photo with my phone – it hasn’t come out brilliantly, and you can’t really see the cooler end of the spectrum, but I thought you might like it for your collection. There was no bow, just this upright band of rainbow colour…

I’ll be doing a post with one of the sunset shots later so you can see just how dramatic it was! (You can click on the blue lines above and it will take you to here blog! 🙂 )
and from the Black Forrest, by Colorado Springs, Elaine sent this one:
This photo was taken last evening ~ Especially for you. Now there is over 3″ of heavy wet snow. Mother Nature… What are you thinking?

I keep thinking… Good for the fire danger because it was so dry here.

How lucky I am to see these beautiful rainbows!

Now you are lucky also!

Love,

Linda

Guest Post by Suzie Kolber —-Sunday, May 21, 2017

3 Reasons Why a Family Tree is Important for Your Children

Tracing your family’s roots back even a few generations can be a challenging experience. However, it is worth the effort because it can have a big impact on your children’s lives. Here are three reasons to create a family tree for your kids.

  1. It Gives Them an Interest in History

For a lot of kids, history is a boring subject. It’s a story about things that happened a long time ago, and kids are all about now and the future. When you study your own family history, it helps put things in perspective on a larger scale.

Perhaps you have a great-great-great-grandfather who fought in the Civil War or a great-great-uncle who was a soldier in World War I. Suddenly, these aren’t just stories about people who are dead now. They are stories about your family. The soldiers who marched through heat and cold aren’t strangers; they’re family. Learning about history is a lot more fun if you’re involved in some way and a family tree can tie that in.

  1. It Gives Them an Interest in Their Own History

When kids learn about their own family tree, it helps them understand more about who they are. They can see that their red hair and freckles go way back to great-great-grandmother Bonnie. Or perhaps the only other person who was short in the family besides them was great-great-great-grandmother Alice.

Learning about their family history can help them develop a better sense of who they are and why they look and act the way they do. It also enhances their feeling of stability and security as they see they are part of something bigger.

  1. It Helps Them Remember People Who are Important to the Family

As kids grow up, family members pass away. They may forget what great-aunt Anna looks like or how grandfather Bill laughed. While you can tell stories about family members who passed away when the kids were young or even before they were born, these stories will have more meaning if they can be placed in correct association.

For example, say your grandfather was one of eight children. Your child may only know or remember two or three of them. Others are just names that lose their meaning and place in the family without a family tree to help them remember. When your dad talks about Uncle Phil, your kids will understand who he means and pay more attention to the stories. Instead of just words, they will be able to imagine their granddad as a boy, sitting on Uncle Phil’s lap listening to his jokes.

You don’t have to create an extravagant or complicated family tree for it to be of value to the kids. A simple diagram will work wonders to help them make the right connections. However, the more information you can add, including photos, will help them remember who this person was and why they are part of the family.

Suzie Kolber created http://obituarieshelp.org/free_printable_blank_family_tree.html to be the complete online resource for “do it yourself” genealogy projects.  The site offers the largest offering of do it yourself genealogy projects.

The site is a not for profit website dedicated to offering free resources for those that are trying to trace their family history.

(http://obituarieshelp.org/free_printable_blank_family_tree.html) The page has been endorsed by several institutions like Brigham Young University, Auburn University and various state and federal agencies and I think this would be helpful to anyone that is starting the task of researching their own family.

I’m proud to say the website receives over 400K visitors per month and helps a lot of children and adults with the first steps of creating a family tree.

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven

I barked and bayed and hollered, I was sure that ghost would not DARE to come any closer!

BUT IT DID!!

Ruth suddenly hooted at me:  “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!”  Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.

Suddenly it was just me!

Just me, myself, and I!

All by myself!

Alone!

And terrified!

I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!

That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!

Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”

I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge!  I was winded, in a panic, and very tired.  Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer.  You must.  If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!

I had wilted onto the ground.  Wore plumb out.  So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.

I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.

“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”

Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.

Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed.  If I had to take on that ghost I would!

Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!

“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”

I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.

Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!

I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.

I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!

They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine.  I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!

At least I wished I was tiny as an ant.  Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!

I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge.  Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.

Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth.  Waiting patiently for me.

“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!

Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.

In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN!  It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.

I picked up my feet and RAN!

 

The Return of Winter—-Thursday, May 18, 2017

We went from summer-like weather

To radically dropping temperatures and snow!

All within one day!  Yesterday the little hummingbirds sucked the feeders dry and I refilled them twice in one day.  Look at that poor wet little thing.

Wet and cold.

Today is a continuation of yesterday, then by tomorrow this winter storm will gradually move out to replaced with much warmer weather by Sunday.

Sure is a bad deal.

Our hope is the crops make it through…the hay was just starting to bloom, the corn up, my garden and flowers all planted….

Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda