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Thursday, February 27, 2020

John Deere and Those Who Love Them

In my stomping ground

My father once told me that I was a farm girl, that is all I would ever be.  My intelligence told me that this would not be.

Now, with a farm girl's genes, I smile whenever I see a John Deere tractor. Given that, seeing the following videos makes my smiles bigger. Yes, I know. These little boys were too young to be doing this, that riding these is amazingly dangerous.

It is a farming thing. 

Grandpas teach the Dads, and then the Dads teach their offspring. The level of safety has increased tremendously. Their parents are next to them, filming them, watching them. But the biggest things are that the parents are teaching them, instilling in them a respect for life and work. And even more important, they are learning to understand safety and how to avoid injury.

Below are videos of children learning that and more. Each is about 3 minutes, except the last one which is 6 minutes.






These are 4 brothers moving hay to feed cows. The youngest
brother (little blond sweetie) is riding with an older brother.

My brothers were on tractors by the time they were 10-12 yrs. old.  In fact, every farm boy was licensed to drive farm vehicles on public roads by the time they were 14. I even had to drive an old Ford to help dump corn for the hogs. I was 9 and I was terrified.

Farm kids are outside working with their parents. Electronics are in the house. Which would you choose?






Tuesday, February 25, 2020

The Illustrated Man

Source of Inspiration


This is the era of tattoos, from what I have seen. No, these tattooed people are not rough ready motorcyclists, but many are normal everyday people.  Dads pushing strollers and Grandmas with a walker are not uncommon.

Many with beautiful tattoos will gladly talk about them with others/me who ask about them. Those are exquisite and well-chosen designs.

Ray Bradbury is a master of short stories, which is my joy (I will never write a book.) The list of books holding these delights is long holding treasures. Each of these short stories are something unexpected. “The Ray Bradbury Theater” television show presented adapted versions of some of his short stories. 

But, The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury is astounding.  It was adapted for a movie in 1969 with the same title.  Summary:

William Philippus Phelps is the protagonist who seeks help from an old blind woman. These are not the ordinary tattoos as might expect, but ones telling The Future. Phelps finds himself covered with the tattoos, each one a story that comes to pass.

Oh boy howdy. 

about 9 minutes long, worth watching



about 2 minutes


About 2 minutes


Each segment of this book presents the question: Is such creative imagination dangerous? Is it about destiny? Do the tattoos predict the future? Or, does man's imagination create it?

A short story, all can handle a short story, time wise. Could you?

***Side note:  Why did I chose to write this post about Ray Bradbury and this short story about tattoos?

Well, I will tell you.  When my mother was 80, we were at a gas station that actually had a guy who filled the tank.  His arms were covered in meaningful tattoos. Mom said that she wanted a tattoo. The guy blinked a few times and asked what tattoo would she get.  She replied that she would like to get a snake just above her knee. The guy blinked some more. She then said that boys would try to reach under her skirt and the tattoo would scare them.  Yup. He blinked some more and then I paid him. Great memory.



Sunday, February 23, 2020

In the Bleak of Winter


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Winter and  Cardinal
One the most beautiful birds ever
Depending where you are, it is winter. In Australia, a fire is still being fought in its their roasting heat winter.  In stretches across the U.S., Midwest, East and Northern states are having a cold winter, with snow in parts and bitter wind for all.

Not too much to say about winter, except it gets cold and snowy and windy in many places.  Here is performance of the Boys Choir in Kings College Cambridge. The poem is written by Christine Rossetti, a renown poet.


YouTube about 4 minutes long

Beautifully sung. A little on the slow side, so I would fast forward.