All posts by George Walters

Tornado’s Resort (Summer Happenings)

Here is another resort with a restaurant right here in Port Loring. Nice folks and a great place to visit.  Click picture to enlarge!

Good Morning

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Another beauty of a day here in Port Loring Ontario Canada.  Sun is shinning with a slight breeze.  Which makes it nice.  Shadows from the trees sure make things look inviting to say the least.

No rain in the forecast for a week or so it says.  That will be nice if true.

I took a picture of a welcome sign out front of our home..  They are painted by my lovely wife who is an artist.  I can’t begin to remember how many signs she has painted for folks over the year or how many paintings she has brought to life.   The sign sells for $150.00 with what ever you would like on it.  Within reason of course.  The wood I saved from a hundred year old tree that I had to take down this spring. Great piece that can be set anywhere. Ours is at the end of the driveway.

With that heading out to the front porch to soak up some of that morning sunshine.  Then we will see where the day takes us.  Just never know what lies ahead.

Have a great day!

 

My Friend Frank’s Chicken Coup

This is my old buddy Frank’s new chicken coup he made a year ago.  Easy to make if you have the knowledge and tools.  Thinking I might just make one.  Movable too, which is nice, as the chickens then can enjoy fresh veggies at any given time.  Makes for some great tasting eggs.  Not like you buy from those that say they are selling organic.  Truth be known, over half the organic eggs aren’t really organic. (Click Picture To Enlarge)

Wheelbarrow Full Of Originality

Couldn’t resist taking a picture of this old wheelbarrow with a few flowers planted inside it.  Just something about it captured my attention.  (Click Picture To Enlarge)

New Business Sign For George & Ruth Walters

Here is our new business sign out front for the folks from Germany looking to find us.  Said I would post it.  11588 Highway 522 Port Loring Ontario Canada.  Looking forward to seeing you.   (Click Picture To Enlarge)

Dinner At Montana’s

    Food worth waiting for.

Rainbow Over Our Home

Lady Luck Shines Upon Us.  Wonder if there is a pocket of gold at the end of it?

Good Morning From Port Loring

We  finally got a pretty good looking day here in Port Loring Ontario Canada.  Sun is shinning with a light breeze and  a few clouds thrown in for good measure.  Grass is growing well these days and it’s been a chore just getting it cut after all the rain we been having.

Black flies are all but gone but skeeters have replaced them.  One would be hard pressed to go outside without a few finding them, or them finding you.

Gardens are doing well this year. Veggies are growing leaps and bounds.  Beans are almost ready to tie up with tomatoes taking over the rows.  Lettuce and kale are just lovely this year.  Wife and I have been eating it daily.  We have lots and are selling the extra we have.

Today I am thinking some front porch sittin’ is in order, as we have been quite busy for the past few months and deserve a break.

Fishing season is upon us and I am thinking of heading out next weekend.  Got the old boat all set.  Started it up after sitting all winter and runs like a top.  Put some fresh oil in the bottom end which should be good for another year.

With that, you all have a great Sunday.  Soak up that sunshine. Doing so will save a lot of grief this coming winter.

For George Walters

Written by a good friend of mine relating to one of my stories in the newspaper.  Thought I would share.  Great Poet for sure.


SOUTHERN VACATIONS

George liked to go south on vacation,
Along with his brother and his dad;
They’d load up their old car and away they would go.
It was the best fun that they ever had!

Well, they got an early start in the morning
And arrived at the U.S. border in a ‘swish’;
With their fishing poles ‘at the ready’,
They were hoping to catch some big fish!

The border guard was very nice
And as he waved, he said, ‘Catch one for me’!
They said that they would and then they were off,
Down the road feeling happy and carefree!

When they arrived at the ‘Blue Ridge Mountains’,
A couple of tunnels they had to go through;
It was a very enjoyable part of their trip
And they really enjoyed the view!

But then their old car started to smoke,
When they were on a North Carolina road;
His dad said, ‘Damn’ and pulled over to the side,
Because the engine was about to explode!

Well, it turned out the engine ‘threw a rod’,
Right through the side of the block;
So they got a ride with a State ‘Trooper’,
After he and his dad had a talk.

He dropped them off in a small town,
At a dealership that sold cars called ‘Nash’;
They were able to trade in their old car,
As well as spending a little extra cash!

Everything was fine ’till they got to Florida,
When the old Nash began to knock;
It seems the drain plug had fallen out
And there was no oil left in the block!

Well, they patched the old car up with a new oil plug
And then away they went down the road;
Only to have an anti-freeze leak,
Before they could get to their ‘abode’!

So they sealed up the rad with some ‘stop-leak’
And were back on the road again;
But soon the engine was over-heating
And oil was leaking from the oil pan!

They made it as far as Sarasota,
When his dad said,’ I’ve had enough’;
We’re going to go to the Ford dealer,
And buy a new Ford ‘on the cuff’!

The rest of the holiday was full of fun,
It was the best trip they ever had;
And they ended up with a brand-new Ford,
So they did not do too bad!


 

 

Roy Rogers

Hi George
Thought you would like this  🙂

Hi George
Thought you would like this 🙂

HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU”

The young guns may not understand the meaning of this, but you would!

 

THE END OF AN ERA…

The Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, MO has closed its doors forever.
The contents of the museum were sold at a public auction.
Roy Rogers told his son, if the museum ever operates at a loss,
close it, and sell the contents. He complied.

Note the follow-on article; truly the end of an era.
Here is a partial listing of some of the items that were sold at auction…

Roy’s 1964 Bonneville sold for $254,500. It was estimated to
sell between 100 and 150 thousand dollars.

His script book from the January 14,1953 episode of
“This Is Your Life” sold for $10,000 (EST. $800-$1,000).

A collection of signed baseballs (Pete Rose, Duke Snyder, and
other greats) sold for $3,750.

A collection of signed bats (Yogi Berra, Enos Slaughter,
Bob Feller, and others) sold for $2,750.

Trigger’s saddle and bridle sold for $386,500 (EST. 100-150 K).

One of many of Roy’s shirts sold for $16,250 and one of his many
cowboy hats sold for $17,500.

One set of boot spurs sold for $10,625.
(He never used a set of spurs on Trigger).

A life size shooting gallery sold for $27,500.

Various chandeliers sold from $6,875 to $20,000.
Very unique and artistic in their western style.

A signed photograph by Don Larsen taken during his
perfect game in the world series against the Dodgers
on Oct. 8,1953, along with a signed baseball to Roy from Don,
sold for $2,500.

Two fabulous limited edition BB guns in their
original boxes with Numerous photos of Roy, Dale,
Gabby, and Pat sold for $3,750.

A collection of memorabilia from his shows entertaining
the troops in Vietnam sold for $938.
I never knew he was there.

His flight jacket sold for $7,500.

His set of dinnerware plates and silverware sold for $11,875.

The Bible they used at the dinner table every night sold for $8,750.

One of several of his guitars sold for $27,500.

Nellybelle sold for $116,500.

A fabulous painting of Roy, Dale, Pat, Buttermilk, Trigger,
and Bullet sold for $10,625.

One of several sets of movie posters sold for $18,750.

A black and white photograph of Gene Autry with a touching
inscription “From Gene to Roy” sold for $17,500.

A Republic Productions Poster bearing many autographs of the
people that played in Roy’s movies sold for $11,875.

Dale’s horse, Buttermilk (whose history is very interesting) sold
below the presale estimate for $25,000. (EST. 30-40 K).

Bullet sold for $35,000 (EST.10-15 K). He was their real pet.

Dale’s parade saddle, estimated to sell between 20-30 K,
sold for $104,500.

One of many pairs of Roy’s boots sold for $21,250.

Trigger sold for $266,500.

Do you remember the 1938 movie The Adventures of Robin Hood,
with Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland?
Well, Olivia rode Trigger in that movie.

Trigger was bred on a farm co-owned by Bing Crosby.
Roy bought Trigger on a time payment plan for $2,500.

Roy and Trigger made 188 movies together.

Trigger even outdid Bob Hope by winning an Oscar in the movie
Son of Paleface in 1953.

It is extremely sad to see this era lost forever. Despite the fact that
Gene and Roy’s movies, as well as those of other great characters,
can be bought or rented for viewing, today’s kids would rather
spend their time playing video games.

Today it takes a very special pair of parents to raise their kids with
the right values and morals.

These were the great heroes of our childhood, and they did teach
us right from wrong, and how to have and show respect for each
other and the animals that share this earth.

You and I were born at the right time.

We were able to grow up with these great people, even if we
never met them.

In their own way they taught us patriotism and honor.
We learned that lying and cheating were bad, and that sex wasn’t as
important as love.

We learned how to suffer through disappointment and failure
and work through it.

Our lives were drug free.

So it’s good-bye to Roy and Dale, Gene and Hoppy,
the Lone Ranger, and Tonto.

Farewell to Sky King and Superman and Sgt. Friday.

Thanks to Capt. Kangaroo, Mister Rogers, and Capt. Noah
and all those people whose lives touched ours, and made
them better.

It was a great ride through childhood.

HAPPY TRAILS MY FRIEND


Nice Poem Written For Us Snowbirds

AN ODE TO THE SNOWBIRDS
Slowly the snowbirds are returning
You can watch them come back one by one
Unloading their cars or motor homes
So they can relax and have some fun.

Very soon the roads will be a nightmare
And the restaurants will be jam packed!
It will be shoulder to shoulder at Publix
But they still keep coming back.

They don’t care if Wal-Mart is crowded
They don’t get mad if the traffic is slow
They don’t complain about the long lines at Winn Dixie
They say, “it’s better than shoveling snow.”

They love the Florida sunshine
And a suntan is first on their list
They brought lots of shorts and sunscreen
And you can bet their winter coats won’t be missed!

They ride on their carts or their bicycles
Or by the poolside they can be found
Then off to the sales at Macy’s
Then to an early-bird dinner they’re bound.

They are always coming or going
Doing all they can do in one day!
It’s shuffleboard, horseshoes or golfing
Or learning to paint a picture in a day.

They play cards or plan a potluck dinner
They go fishing or to the beach for the day
Sometimes they go to the Clubhouse
So they can dance the night away.

It’s so much fun to watch them
Planning for a cruise or two
It’s just one great big vacation
For the snowbirds just passing through.

But one day soon they’ll be packing
To make the trip up north once more
And the memories they made will have to do them
Until they come back again and make more.

So may the Good Lord bless the snowbirds
When their time to leave grows near
May they enjoy good health and happiness
Until they come back again next year.
LONNIE CARR
Haines City

 

You Gotta See The Fluture Flutes

It has been awhile since my last post. So many things taking place these days that I just haven’t had time to do much writing or posting here on the Blog. Finally, we finished up our new flutes. They are called  Fluture Flutes, reason being it is a Flute of the future.  For over 30 years I have been making Flutes wanting to perfect a scale that will not just play one but will play dozens.  A mistake took me to what I was looking for.  From there I perfected it over and over till the Flutes took on a sound like no other.  I then stream lined them so to speak, installing a Totem on the top that sets things right.  Each Flute is made from exotic woods all inlaid so not one is the same. To appreciate their true beauty one has to come and see.  I added a picture of our collection, one of the largest in Canada.  Drop by, you will never see or hear Flutes of this calibre anywhere. They almost play themselves!!

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More Than Your Average Store (Port Loring Ontario)

    Well it’s been quite awhile since my last post.   It has been a really busy winter here at our home.  So busy I haven’t had time to be here on the Blog.  What has kept me so busy is my Flutes.
    For the past 40 some years I been making Native American Flutes.  For Twenty some years I been working on a Flute that can play music like no others.
    Last Fall I fell upon a sound that struck my interest and I been working on it steadily. It came to me you might say as an accident and with a lot of work in the tuning department, length, shape and sound chamber changes, I finally perfected a sound that takes on its own personality.
    With this new flute a person can perform nearly any style of music that they choose.  The design has also been changed to sleek slender in looks which takes a person into a realm of mystery.  Could say, to a place where no one has been before.  So in doing so my wife and I came up with a name for our Flutes.   It is called Fluture flute In reality it is just what is says, a flute of the Future.
  All items in our store has been created by my wife and I made right here on the premises.  A must to see no matter what way you look at it.  This year I will have a display of over 100 Flutes and almost all will be tuned in the new scale. 
    Along with them my wife’s paintings will be on display for those that have a heart for unique original paintings.  Also her cards and other creations will be in abundance.

    The best advice I could put out there would be:   If you love something and can afford it, buy it.   It will be with you for a life time and then after.   If you feel it talks to you when gazing upon it, then, well it’s for you.

In  Closing, if your in Port Loring this year Ruth & I would love to see you.  Our store is small in size but huge in quality.

Look for our new sign out front.

Robots

Sign of what lies ahead.

http://www.newstarget.com/2017-02-11-study-robots-could-replace-most-government-workers.html

Trump Travel Ban Explained

Interesting Article: Click Link To Read.

http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2017/02/10/ninth-circuit-s-putsch-america-watches-as-activist-judges-issue-rambling-misguided-opinion.html

A Serious Look at Canada’s Immigration Policies

This article kind of makes one think.   If not it should. Click Link to view.   Scroll down to view how much things cost.

http://immigrationwatchcanada.org/

Friday January 20, 2017 Trump supporters in Canada speak up

http://www.cbc.ca/radio/thecurrent/the-current-for-january-20-2017-1.3943170/trump-supporters-in-canada-speak-up-1.3943190

Women’s march baffles women attending Trump’s inauguration

Interesting

A Christmas Story, Just For You!!

The True Meaning Of Christmas

Written By: George Walters

“Laura, Christmas to me just doesn’t have that special feeling any more. It seems that the feelings I am looking for can’t be found. I have tried and tried but for some reason I just can’t find that special feeling that I am lookin for.”

“You know George, maybe, you are searching for the true meaning of Christmas. I’ll make you a deal, there is five days left till Christmas, I want you to go on a hunt, search for the true meaning of Christmas and bring it back to me. If for some reason you can’t find it, well I will then tell you, as I have found it in my travels through life. Hows that for a deal? But you have to really search, you have to look hard and I will let you in on one bit of advice, the true meaning of Christmas is where you least expect it, that’s where it will be hiding. Find it George and bring it back to me, that will be my gift on Christmas morning.”

Well the next morning I headed off to school as usual but with the thought of finding the meaning of Christmas on top of the list. Through out the day I watched and listened to the other kids of what they thought Christmas was all about.

“Presents said James, lots of presents.”

“Santa Clause said Mary, he is the true meaning of Christmas.”

“Food said Sandra, lots of good food, like cake, candy and a big goose with all the trimmings at the table when supper time arrives.”

“Friends said, a new girl in the second grade, lots of friends,when I moved here I never had any one to talk to, yep friends that’s it.”

“How about a Christmas tree said Patricia, can’t forget that, the Christmas Tree has to be the true meaning of Christmas written all over it, it just has to be.”

Well the days wore on and I kept asking folks and listening but for some reason I just couldn’t find that special feeling that I was looking for. I knew Laura said she would tell me if I couldn’t find it but she asked me to bring it back to her as her gift. I just couldn’t let her down, I just couldn’t.

I know, old Grey Wolf, my very best friend, he would know, he knows everything, I will go and visit him.

I found Grey Wolf sitting oh his porch with a big thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Why aren’t you in the house where it’s warm?” I asked.

“Well, I knew you were coming and thought I would sit here and wait for you, that is what friendship is all about isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.”

“Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes, what has got such a young boy so upset that he comes to see his friend on a stormy day like this?”

“Christmas, Grey Wolf, I made a deal with Laura that I would bring back the true meaning of Christmas and that would be her gift”

“That is some gift young one, that is surely some gift.”

“Do you know what the true meaning of Christmas is, do you?”

“Yes I know what it is, it hides in a place that no one looks.”

“Will you tell me, please tell me so I can take it back to Laura, please.”

“I can’t do that old friend, that is something that you will have to do all on your own. I will say this though, find a warm-quiet place and listen and watch, I think you will then find what you are looking for.”

I didn’t know what to do it was Christmas Eve and time was running out. Back at home I headed on over to the barn to do my chores. I took down some hay, fed the cows, chickens and the Clyde’s and then put down some fresh straw so they would all be warm on this bitter cold night.

I then took a pail of Oats from the oat bin for my horse Jennie and sat down on some straw in her pen. It was warm sitting there.

“Jennie I asked, “Do you know the true meaning of Christmas?” Knowing fully well she couldn’t answer me. With them few words a feeling came over me, I looked up and watched all the young animals as their mothers drew them closer to her body so that they would be warm. I then looked up at Jennie, her big brown eyes just seemed to melt me and I swore I seen a tear run down her cheek. Her head dropped onto my shoulder and at that moment it came to me, I know what the true meaning of Christmas is. I found it, it was hiding right here under my nose all the time.

With that I gave Jennie a hug, said goodnight to all the critters and ran as fast as I could to the old farm house though the deep snow. Laura was by the wood stove baking a pie.

“Laura! I know what it is.”

“You know what George? What are you talking about?”

“I know what the true meaning of Christmas is.”

“You do and what would that be?”

“Love Laura, love that’s the true meaning of Christmas and that’s my gift to you.”

Laura looked down at me with tears in her eyes, “Your right she said and what a gift it is. Now how a piece of this pie that I just made and a cup of hot chocolate to wash it all down.” “Sounds good to me, I said.

And to all my readers, I would like to say this. May all your Christmas’s be filled with love and kindness and Merry Christmas to all.

Merry Christmas

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas & a Happy New Years.  Be safe. 

I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book

And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.

And that is when I realize, that these names are a part.

Not of a book they’re written in, but of my very heart.

For each name stands for someone, who has crossed my path sometime,

And in that meeting they’ve become, the Rhythm in each Rhyme.

And while it sounds fantastic, for me to make this claim,

I really feel that I’m composed, of each remembered name.

And while you may not be aware, of any special link,

Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think.

For once you’ve met somebody, the years cannot erase,

The memory of a pleasant word, or of a friendly face.

So never think my Christmas cards, are just a mere routine,

Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between.

For when I send a Christmas card, that is addressed to you,

It’s because you are on the list, of folks whom I’m indebted to.

For I am but the total, of many folks I’ve met,

And you happened to be one of those, I prefer not to forget.

And whether I have known you, for many years or few,

In some way you have had a part, in shaping things I do.

And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew,

The best Gift Life can offer, is meeting folks like you.

And may the spirit of Christmas, that forever endures,

Leave its richest blessings in the hearts, of you and yours.