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I assumed my latest book Nature’s Rhyming Riddles was my first publication in poetry. However, digging through a box of memorabilia the other day I came across a 1976 June edition of the Wheaton Warrior school paper. The school’s mascot “Warriors” caused concern a few years back since it might be deemed racist. But that all quieted down as it must have passed societies’ smell test. If society would have become aware that the Wheaton Warrior’s school paper was called…..
Perhaps I’m using the word ‘friendship’ a little loosely as I begin this blog. It was a very short friendship as I look back on the experience. It began in the early summer of 1961 and it lasted about two minutes and thirty seconds. Okay, okay I realize this needs a little clarification. I had just completed my junior year in Clinton High School. My two brothers and I had just begun our summer jobs working for a farmer throwing…..
I remember the day I decided to become an author. I was in the sixth grade and several classmates and I were gathered around a bulletin board viewing bird reports. Our teacher Mrs. Sager had placed several especially well written ones on display and mine was one of them. What happened next demonstrates the power each of us has with our words. One of my classmates, I don’t even remember which one of my female classmates it was but she…..
I imagine with a blog title referring to a double header you are assuming this blog will deal with the game of baseball. But that is highly unlikely since spring training is just beginning and only the pitchers are checking into camp. There won’t be any baseball double headers played for a few weeks. The double header I’m referring to is something that is rare in the small town of 1500 that I live in. This blog is going to…..
Today the reading from Ecclesiastes 3:1 is very meaningful to me. “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” This weekend our family came home and harvested our last pumpkin crop and it felt right. Growing pumpkins and marketing their sales along our Highway #27 has reached its twentieth and final year. Another season of my life has ended. I’ve spent some time today reminiscing about some of the other seasons of my…..
When one is a teacher and a struggling author opportunities arise where one receives requests to speak to various organizations. Over the years I have given a variety of speeches to a wide variety of audiences. One of my early speech memories occurred when the Junior class of Wheaton High School requested that I speak at their junior/senior prom banquet. I pretended I had kept a diary of my own junior prom experiences and read portions of it to them……
Ever since I was a small child I considered myself an entertainer. I remember excusing myself from the supper table when I was about eight or nine and I made some silly departing comment that caused my family to roar with laughter. Scientists have since discovered that such activities cause the brain to release ‘feel good’ chemicals called endorphins. I learned at an early age entertaining others made me feel good. My earliest memory of entertaining an audience occurred during my junior…..
It’s time to spread some manure on the garden and pumpkin ground. I try to do that every two years. So today I spent time getting my trailer tail lights to correctly indicate a left turn, a right turn as well as indicating to anyone behind me that I’m preparing to stop. Once I’ve accomplished that I will be ready to venture onto the highway and go get a load of sheep manure to enrich the garden soil. My mechanical skills…..
This weekend I was attending a recognition day for an 87 year old lady who had been my teacher two years in a row some 65 years ago. First I should explain that ‘two years in a row’ thing…no, I didn’t flunk a grade! When I was in the second grade my teacher taught a combined class of 2nd and 3rd graders. The next year she taught only 3rd graders and since I had successfully passed the 2nd grade I was in her third…..
It’s that time of the year again as holidays approach and craft fairs begin in earnest. This Saturday from 9:00 am to 12:00 pm I’ll be sitting in my ‘mini-book store’ booth at the Herman High School gymnasium. I was a biology teacher in that building for eleven years (1980-1991). However the title of this blog is a little misleading as I was never involved in any crimes during those years. I came close several times but was always able to refrain myself and…..
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