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Art By Another Name ..

Exactly what is art?    How does one create art, with what, how, and when — questions all related to  art and the creation of art… Need to know more ?   Scroll to read the whole article.

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Pulitzer-PrizeWinning Krauthammer …

There you go, a neutral source for your questions and answers .

Earlier, I found this video on another site.   And this guy is real, and equal and fair.  In other words, this guy is a legit journalist.    (RIP Charles Krauthammer) .
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Afternoon Turkeys!

I’d been there a number of times before but, before this I had never, ever seen turkeys there. 

For the most part, I took one of my granddaughters on the road trip to distant place to see the wildlife that lived in the area.    There ere cardinals, bluejays, woodpeckers ,chickadees, sparrows, squirrels, chipmunks, and lots of other animals in the place, in that space.   After about four or five trips there, seeing all the same wildlife, one day I decided to stay later.  This is the first time that e stayed after 4 PM.   Then late in the afternoon, there they ere.    Seven turkeys trotting out of the woods.

Here’s one.    (See picture)

You can go to the same place ten times and still see something different on the eleventh time you go there.  That’s all I’m saying.


You can stand there with your hand out.  Bring “black oil sunflower seeds”.   The birds and other animals eat out of your hand.     Don’t leave seeds on the ground and wait until all seeds are consumed.    If you leave food or seeds on the ground, you are inviting or feeding mice or other vermin that are not your beautiful birds.  Just saying.

Enjoy your stay at the wildlife sanctuary.    It is fun, educational and a wonderfully, calming experience.

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“Pinhole” — Go Do This!

These are my ‘modern’  pinhole style photographs that I took that day that I attended the course in New York City,  New York,  United States of America..

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So, every single year, there’s a community organization that celebrates “National Pinhole Camera”  Day.     Small details:    They charge you about five dollars and you pre-register for the class.    (There’s a picture of some of the class in this slide show — participants all ages, child to adult but children must have an adult present).    So in this class, they supply all the materials to make your first pinhole camera.   That’s one entire class on one day.     Then on another day, you go back to the place to use the camera to take pictures.    It’s all very interesting.

My Story:

Yes, I took the first class and I paid my five dollars.  And, indeed, I did  create my  Pinhole Camera with their supplies.    And, as life would have it, something came up and I didn’t go back to the second class (which is totally outdoors- the first class i s indoors).


This is a personal story of my experience on that day, in my city.      And hoping you share your experience.    Or were you right here in our city that day ?


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San Sebastian, Puerto Rico and Adventures

If I ever am going to go off the mainland of the USA, it probably would be to San Sebastian, Puerto Rico. 

I’ve never been there, though I’ve been invited there many times.     Some of my grandkids have gone there for the summer, or to visit for smaller visits.  And the adventures that I heard of were wonderful.  And the pictures are beautiful!



Yet, most likely, I will not see that in person.     I’m one of those who uses walking, biking, training, or busing when it comes to adventures.   And so many times, I have used the car on adventures.  Been to South Carolina by bus, and North Carolina by train (from South Carolina), and to DC by Amtrak, and to other states by automobile.   Yes, I love boats.  I’ve taken the “C-Line” around Manhattan, and the Ferry from Brooklyn, to Manhattan, NYS, USA.   And yes, I’ve  been in a kayak, been on a paddleboat, and even been in a rowboat.

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Humans on Ice ….Manhattan Style


Really?    In a block of ice?  Really?

Yes, really.

In Manhattan, in  New York,  in the

United States of America,  there in the midst of it all, is this guy who decided to make the headlines by encasing himself in a huge, block of ice.

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Well, I’ve always loved Swiss Cheese.   But lately I decided to take a look at something called Jarlsberg Swiss  — and it’s reduced fat.      In the past I haven’t dared try anything that says, “reduced fat”.  Almost always that means lots of extra salt.

This is my first try at something that is ‘reduced fat’, gluten free,  and it is from Norway.

  1. Okay first try, the cheese is cold and all the slices were stuck together.
  2. Taste was okay but not the greatest.  Less than I expected – from Norway.
  3. Worst of it?   I put it in the microwave to melt the cheese.  Made a small cheese sandwich, figuring have a quick, no-frills ‘grilled cheese’ type lunch.


Could this be a fluke or is this the way that it is supposed to be?

I took a few bites and before I realized it, this cheese, when melted, had the same consistency as chewing gum.  Yes, I said chewing gum.    I couldn’t eat the melted cheese.  I expected something similar to melted mozzarella, a nice, melted cheese.  But this is a first, for real,  it was more like hot, melted chewing gum.

Have you tried that ?

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The First ‘yellow’ Lemon …

Ahh, it’s beautiful!   It came in as a green lemon, of course, as they all do.  And then after a short while, it turned yellow, still the size of a tiny, tiny, tiny lemon.   Notice the size next to the dime there.  Still, I believe that’s a beautiful lemon.

I walked over to the little lemon tree and found that , again, someone had knocked the lemon off the tree.   Back to step one.

This fall/winter, all the leaves will fall of this lemon tree and then later in spring and summer, all the leaves will grow back.     And yes, I’m going to give it the same “Florida” treatment in the winter and that will bring us more lemon flowers.   Hopefully, the next year will bring new lemons from the lemon flowers and those lemons will remain on the branches.    Peace.


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Have not, yet, tried this coffee syrup. However, after reading the ingredient’s list, it looks like this is a good beginnings for a quick instant coffee.

The only two ingredients are coffee and a form of real sugar.

Great ice cream topping also.

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Barefoot in America


When that inner giant is alive and vital, you are no longer hampered by negative and inferiority thoughts.   When you are packed full of faiths in God and in yourself, you can do just about anything you firmly and authoritatively decide to do.   When you wholeheartedly adopt a with all your heart’ attitude and go all out with the positive principle, you can do incredible things.   Strange, the tendency of some skeptics to disparage such an assertion  as ‘You can do just about anything you decide to do’   Actually, I am minded to drop those two qualifying words, ‘just about’ , especially when I recall the amazing story of Legion Kayira, a teen-ager living in a tiny African village who walked about a distance of 2,500 miles across the continent and then made his way to the American West Coast–but let him tell the story in his own words, “Barefoot to America” , he calls his incredible tale”.

My mother did not know where America was . I said to her, Mother, I want to go to America to go to college.  Will you give me your permission?”   “Very well, ‘she said, “You may go.  When will you leave”?    I dd not want to give her time to discover how far away America was, for fear that she would change her mind.  “Tomorrow, I said. 


“I will prepare some maize for you  to eat along the way, ” she said.  Next day I left my home in northern Nyasaland, East Africa.  I had only the clothes I wore, a khaki shirt and shorts.  I carried the two treasures, I owned, a Bible and a copy of Pilgrim’s Progress.  I carried, too, the maize my mother had given me, wrapped in banana leaves.
My goal was a continent and an ocean away, but I did not doubt that I would reach  it.  I had no idea how old I was.  Such things mean little in a land where time is always the same.  I suppose I was 16 or 18.  My father died when I was very young.  My mother listened to the words of the missionaries , with the result that our family became Christian.   

From the missionaries , I learned,  I was not the victim of circumstances but the master of them.  I learned  that I had an obligation to use whatever talents I had to make life better for others.  And to do that I would need education.  I learned about America.  I read the life of Abraham Lincoln and grew to love this man who suffered so much to help the enslaved in his country.  I read, too, the autobiography of Booker T.  Washington, himself born in slavery in America, and who had risen in dignity and honor to become a benefactor of his people and his country. 

I gradually realized that in America I could receive the training and the opportunities to prepare myself to emulate the men in my own land, to be like them, a leader, perhaps even the president of my own country.  

 My intention was to make my way to Cairo, where I hoped to get passage on a ship to America.   Cairo was over 3,000 miles  away, a distances I could not comprehend, and I foolishly thought I could walk it in four or five days.  But in four or five days I was about 25 miles from home, my food was gone and I had no money., I did not know what to do except that I must keep going. 

 I developed a pattern of travel that  became my life for more than a year.  Villages were usually five or six miles apart, on forest paths.  I would arrive at one in the afternoon and ask if I could work to earn food, water and a place to sleep.  When this was possible, I would spend  the night there, then move on to the next village in the morning.  I was actually defenseless against the forest animals, I dreaded, but although I heard them at night none of them approached me.   Malaria , mosquitoes, however, were constant companions and I often was sick.     By the end of a year I had walked 1,000 miles and had arrived in Uganda, where a family took me in and I found a job making bricks.  I remained there six months and sent most of my earnings to my mother.   In Kampala, I  unexpectedly came upon a directory of American colleges.  Opening it at random, I saw the name of Skagi Valley College, Mount Vernon, Washington.    I had heard that American colleges sometimes give scholarships to deserving young people, so I wrote and applied for one.  I realized that I might be refused but was not discouraged.  I would write to one school after another in the directory until I found one that  would help me. 

These weeks later I was granted a scholarship and assured that the school would help me find a job.   Overjoyed, I went to the United States authorities , only to be told that this was not enough.  I would need a passport and the round-trip fair in order to obtain a visa. 

I wrote to my government for a passport but it was refused because I could not send them when I was born.   I then wrote to the missionaries who  had taught me in my childhood, and through their efforts was granted a passport.  But I still could not get the visa because i did not have the fare.    Still determined, I  resumed my journey.  So strong was my faith that I  used my last money to buy my first pair of shoes.  I knew I could not walk into the college in my bare feet.   I  carried the shoes to save them.    Across Uganda and into the Sudan I walked.  The villages were farther apart and the people were less friendly.  Sometimes I had to walk 20 or 30  miles in a day to find a place to sleep or to work to earn some food.  At last I reached Khartoum, where I learned that there was a United States consulate.      Once again I heard about the U. S.  entrance requirements , but this time the Consul was interested enough to write the college about my  plight .  Back came a cable. 

The students , hearing about me and my prelims had raised the fare of 1,700 through benefit parties.  I was thrilled and reply grateful, overjoyed that I had judged Americans correctly for their friendship and brotherhood.    News that I had walked for over two years and 2,500 miles circulated in Khartoum.  The Communists came to me and offered to send me to school in Yugoslavia, all expenses paid, including travel, and a subsistences during my studies. “I am a Christian”, I told them, and I could not be educated into the kind of man I wanted to be in your godless schools.   They warned me , that as a black boy, I would have racial difficulties in the United States, but I had read enough to feel this was a diminishing factor.     After many, many months, , carrying my two books and wearing my first suit, I arrived at Skagit Valley College.   In my  speech of gratitude to the student body, , I disclosed my desire to become prime minister or president   of my country and I noticed some smiles.   I wondered if I had said something naive.  I do not think os.   

When God has put an impossible dream in your heart, He means to help you fulfill it.  I believed this is to be true when, as an African bush boy, I felt compelled to become an American college graduate.  And my dream of becoming president of Nyasaland can also become true.     

STORY UPDATE:  To update the story , Mr. Kavira is still walking up and forward with his inner giant, and walking strong.   He never fails to live by the positive principle.  He became professor of political science at Cambridge University in England.  He has authored a novel, “THE LOOMING SHADOW, and a nonfiction book based on African life.   

What do you mean you can’t do anything?  What do you mean, things an get you down?  Not when you have the urge , the impulse, the motivation to keep it going to everlastingly keep it going.   Hold that thought and hold it strong and sturdy— that nothing can ever get you down.  If you think you are down, tell you what, .. do not stay down.  Get right up, shake off defeat .  Reactivate that giant within you and get going– and keep it going.  Live always by the amazing positive principle.   That is the realistic and proven philosophy that success and keeps on succeeding.  ”    

   From page 266  of the book, THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING  by Norman Vincent Peale ,  Three Complete Books  (in one). 

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Tools for a Garden


Our tools for the garden:

(If you don’t know what these are used for, leave a note and we will answer you as soon as possible).



Empty containers

Spade shovel


Coffee filters

Fresh seeds

Popsickle sticks, chopsticks or paper straws, or small twigs

Tiny pitchfork

Dig phone


Goggles – sometimes

Allergy pill

Smart phone

Water containers

Scissors, clippers. loppers

Vaccuum cleaner

Shop vaccuum

Rubber clogs or garden shoes

Twine, cord or ribbon

Rubber ducks

Creativity, imagination, energy and a touch of spunk

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