Pure and Wonderful Delight—-Sunday, March 3, 2019

Posted on March 3, 2019 by Dayphoto

We had rain…I tried to get a photo of it last night, rain is rather hard to photograph in the dark…

Just say’n.

But still, I had fun trying.

Yesterday our oldest daughter saw a marvelous rainbow on her way to work

So, because I love rainbows…she sent a photo to me!

Even though we are so terribly wet, and the days are dark and dreary Boomer’s and my little walkabouts are showing that Spring is starting to arrive

And this morning after a night of hard rain

I see GREEN starting to appear!

YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sky Sings to Us from the OtherWorld—-Thursday, February 28, 2019

Posted on February 28, 2019 by Dayphoto

Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens

The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land

A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light

Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun

The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Genuine and Extravagant Experience—-Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Posted on February 27, 2019 by Dayphoto

Terry, Boomer and I had walked up to the cross-over pipe looking at the spring projects we wanted to complete, walking ever so carefully in the ‘dry’ parts of the farm road.

We talked about moving this and that, of cleaning the ditch and removing the caps on the pipes when over-head

A low-flying airplane buzzed us…dipping the wings left then right! It was a wee bit of unusual fun on a very ordinary day.

Our daughter sent us a photo of T’Ata the proud bearer of a wonderous coat

MUD!

I do believe we need to dry out…rolling around in the dirt (mud) is NOT good for a lady’s coat!

What a mess! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm!

Linda

I Believe in God —– Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Posted on February 26, 2019 by Dayphoto

How can a person NOT believe in God, when the world is full of such beauty

When everything surrounding us whispers in shadowy voices of someone or something ‘more’ than us?

That God and his Son and all the Disciples and Disciplines and Angels and Studies of Religions and the Beliefs in the Goodness of Man

Even those magical worlds of fairies and elves and gnomes 🙂

Roar loudly that God is Infinite

And we, the human race is more than a heartbeat in time.

I believe in a Maker who does not make you feel guilty for just being alive—that thought is extremely saddening.

Although I can not explain my feelings, my heart bursts with love for being able to live on this amazing creation called Earth in this extraordinary weave I call my life.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

There’s Not Much You Can Do, but Go On —–Monday, February 25, 2019

Posted on February 25, 2019 by Dayphoto

(Pete and Francis wedding photo)

My paternal Grandmother, Francis Dorsey Shipley married Peter Edward Doyle on the 10th of September 1921….she was 19 and he was 31. Gram said they were very much in love, although, her dad did NOT approve of the marriage. (That is another story for another time.)

But for this story and this time, I wish to write to you about my Dad.

Lester Allen Doyle was born January 1, 1926, in Brea, Californa five years after Gram and Grand married. He was the only child.

(Pete, Francis, Lester)

By the time Daddy was 8-going on 9 the family had moved back to Delta, in the Read area and started farming. (The farm now is growing houses and roads. Sigh.)

(Last photo ever taken of Pete)

Grams said it was an extremely happy time. Daddy’s memories are much along that same line of thought.

Then when Daddy turned 9, that September his Dad died.

And the world turned upside down. Gram sold the farm moved to Eckert and found a job.

(Ralph Holder, Francis, Charley, Tuff, Lester in the front of Francis, Jr. in front of Charley)

When Daddy was almost eleven, Gram married Charles Albin Holder. Charley had lost his wife to a brain tumor and was raising three boys alone.

(Lester, Ralph, Tuff, Jr. in front of Ralph)

Actually, this was tough times for my Dad, he never felt part of the family…ever. (See how he held his hands behind his back trying to not take up lots of space), although, Gram was more than thrilled with her new life.

(Lester, Ralph, Tuff, Jr. in front of Ralph)

At one point Daddy ran away from home, going to live with his Uncle Ott Doyle. Dad stayed with Ott and his family for a goodly amount of time. Then one day, Ott took Dad for pickup truck ride and gave him a wee bit of advice about life:

(Lester and Francis)

“Sometimes, Les” my Dad quoted to me one day, “There’s not much you can do about what life hands you, but go on.”

After more heart to heart talk, Daddy went home. Then when he just turned 17 he talked his Mom into letting him go into the Navy –it was WWII.

(Back row: Momma, Charley, Francis, Kay Jr. Front row: Danny, Me holding Gary Holder and the little boy next to me is Randy Holder. I wanted to be a nurse so I wore my Nurse uniform everywhere until it wore clear out. 🙂 )

Back home Dad married Momma, had Danny and I and we grew up living very close to both sides of our grandparents and Charley’s youngest son, Jr., and his family.

(Charley’s Mother Mattie, Charley Holder, my Dad, Me, and the baby is our oldest daughter, Shannon)

Dad continued to always treat the Holder’s like they were his family.

Even after Gram had died, my Dad took care of Charley as if he were his own father, bringing him to stay a week at a time with he and Mom and taking Charley out to eat once in a while.

One day I asked Daddy why he kept on taking care of Charley even though things were always ‘sorta off’ with Charley.

My Dad looked at me very seriously and said: “My Mother would have wanted me too.”

My heart crumpled with that statement.

I look back at Daddy’s life, sometimes, and realize he sat a huge example for me.

I love you, Daddy.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Winter Came Visiting Once Again—-Sunday, February 24, 2019

Posted on February 24, 2019 by Dayphoto

We had winter all over again…it roared in Friday night complete with a nasty wind

Then Saturday we started a small but delightful warm-up

Mindy cat didn’t mind, she scampered blithely through the snow as I went about my daily work

The sun dazzled on the whiteness whenever it broke through the clouds

We had many little hungry tummies at the feeders

Pressing close to the seed cakes the Red-Winged Blackbirds dwelled, lingering, gathering energy to make it through the bitter cold which followed.

We woke up to 10*f (12c) weather this morning.

Still, it was beautiful!

Today we are to experience MELT with the temperatures rising to 40* f (4.4c) or so this afternoon.

Our world will be trickling water and patchwork fields and roads will appear.

There is a rumor, put forth by the weather people, that we will see 50*f (10c) weather and rain in just a few days!

I’m am excited just at the thought of it.

SPRING IS COMING! I just know it!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In a World Without Chaos —- Thursday, February 21, 2019

Posted on February 21, 2019 by Dayphoto

Chaos is hard to live with…we all fear disorder, confusion, upheaval

Because we fear bedlam we work very hard to discipline ourselves so nothing unexpected occurs.

Of course, if there is order, discipline and ‘nothing to worry about’.

THERE IS NO MAGIC!!! Ever, for why would you need it!

But….back to the need to have order—- on Monday, I wrote about my mother, grandmother, and grandfather

From that post, I learned about Hobo signs…Chaucea left a comment telling me: “Yes! Hoboglyphs! (For instance, four horizontal lines means “Housewife feeds for chores.”)Its a truly fascinating history of hoboglyphs/hobo code, especially during the Great Depression”.

On my Facebook post-Teena Hubbard also left me a comment about the Hoboglyphs suggesting a web search on this most fascinating subject

and Mr. Cooper, of the lovely moon photos, sent me this chart! Perfect to share with all of you.

So, even those men, living in chaos figured out how to have a wee bit of order and magic in their lives!

Perfect!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Same Moon in Two Different Parts of the U.S.A.—–Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Posted on February 20, 2019 by Dayphoto

Joe sent me photos of the February’s Full Moon gliding over his home someplace way back East

A beautiful moon all glimmering and slivery up there splashing down onto the housetops and into Mr. Coopers camera…to come winging their way to me and then to you!

As for the February’s full moon here

I had to keep watch for a slit in the snow-laded massive wet clouds to capture anything of the moon.

There! Right there, drifting quickly through a wee tattered cloud while the cold nasty wind beat upon me and scuttled the clouds over the top of that gleaming moon

The moon was just there…brighter than all the black and grey clouds for a few seconds at most

Then the churning clouds splintered the silver light covering February’s full moon into roiling thrashing darkness of twisting heavy moisture.

But for a wee moment in time…I saw February’s Full Moon!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

I Believe in Magic—-Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Posted on February 19, 2019 by Dayphoto

I believe in Magic…sometimes when I open my email there is a gift to me of pure Magic

And this morning was one of that marvelous Magical moments

A long-time blog reader sent to me these photos of the moon around 3 p.m. at his place

After an exquisite ice storm swept through

The beauty of the ice-covered trees, a jet flying over-head, and that magical moon!

Thank you so much, Mr. Cooper! Your photos dazzle us!

From my world to your heart, Gentle Friends,

Linda

Today I Have Been Remembering My Beloved Dead—-Monday, February 18, 2019

Posted on February 18, 2019 by Dayphoto

In particular my maternal grandparents, Bill and Ruth Thomas

My memories have made that wee curtain into a thin and frayed veil

Although my grandparents are now shadows in my memory, they are still with me as more than whispers in my heart and soul

I welcome them — these gifts from beyond

When my mother was growing up (in the Great Depression) my grandparents had a home and a business in Corona, New Mexico. Which at the time had a railroad station and was a throughway onto bigger places.

Granddad’s business was a gas station and garage.

Will built it with his own hands, and he built the house they lived in.

Grandma planted Heavenly Blue morning glories on either side of the front porch and they put a white picket fence in front of the house.

The back yard was just fenced in.

Anyway…one of the stories I keep remembering fondly is the tramps would ride the rails into town jump off and then look for places to eat or live or just hang out until jumping back on the train.

Or the people moving from the Dust Bowl broken and frequently so discouraged to almost seem dead, having to stop because of vehicle problems.

My grandfather never believed in giving a man a hand-out or credit. If you couldn’t pay or were desperate he always had you work — sweep the floor, help to do ‘something’. He would tell Danny (my brother) and I: “A hand-out never gives a person self-respect. Always, always give them self-respect THEN help them out. And when you help them out, it’s okay to give the shirt off your back, because it always, always comes back to you in a different way.”

Now, back at the house, just up the road a short way, and not far from the railroad tracks, Grandma always kept a big pot of soup on the wood stove. If a person came hallooing at the front gate, either she or Momma would ask the person in, dish up a big bowl of soup sit it in front of the person with a hunk of buttered cornbread.

Then the person would doff their hat (for almost always the person was a man) say: “Thankee, Ma’am, sure is a fine meal.) And move on out the back gate heading toward the gas station to see Mister Will.

Now, since most activities were in the back of the house and through the iron gate back there Momma and her family never really went to the front of the house. But one day Momma had walked down to the garage and decided to come back to the house through the front picket fence gate.

When she got there she was surprised to see lines scratched into the pickets next to the front gate line which looked like this IIII IIII IIII

Running into the house she brought her mother back out who just stood there non-plussed. Not knowing why or what it meant she sent Momma down to the Garage to get Will.

When Will got back and looked at the fence he broke out in laughter. “Well, I’ll be,” he declared…”Now I understand why we get so many folks eating soup.” The drifters marked the fence letting folks know here is a good place to eat and where to get a small job.