Here is a coffee table I made. The top is made of 1 inch (2.54 cm) thick white pine with a checker board that my wife painted on its top. We then fastened it to an old crate that the customer had from their business. Turned out nice and customer liked it.
I picked up a couple frames for our car licence plates, awhile back. The front one is for my lovely wife and the rear one is for me. Kind of fitting I thought.
Here is our latest Book called: Keep Turning Pages. Great book with over 100 Short stories. Reading for all ages. George & Ruth Walters have 7 books in total, with more in the works. ” All are Available”
George’s Other Book Titles Are:
One More Story
Join Me In The Garden
Moments In Time
Paths We Choose
Natures Gateway To Health
My wife and I would like to thank everyone for a fantastic night at the Callandaer Horticultural Society. It was a great night with a good turnout. I spoke a bit on my life, read a story and got into what Nature has to offer in general. After my talk I answered questions, and we all had a great chat with coffee and goodies. Great night and a great bunch of people. GW
Now don’t get to thinking that I am a religious feller as I surely am not but now and then something catches my eye that holds my interest. In doing so thought I would share.
A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,” Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Who is George Walters? Well, during a TV Interview of his first book, the host of the show asked if he thought of himself as a Country Philosopher. Giving this some thought he decided on looking up the word Philosopher in the dictionary, and he found that is exactly what he is.
Literally a lover of wisdom, sometimes also called a seeker of truth. Not just any truth, but a truth about important basic, elusive issues, such as what is right and wrong, what is sure, what is human? These are the questions he confronts when everyday thinking is inadequate. He has devoted over 60 years to the search. But this is only part of the story. He pursues truth regardless of popularity, fashion or legislation. He needs to have clear thinking and reasoning to be able to juggle complex information and be able to break it down to plain English, as much as possible. He spends much time carefully weeding out all the falsehoods and contradictions, and putting down on paper his and other folks experiences to help the people he cares most about and to make this a better country for them to grow up in.
George has been writing and sharing his wisdom in Newspapers, Magazines and through Public Speaking for many years. His extended family of readers have come to know and love him through his easy down to earth way he portrays his message. His captivating ways of writing heightens the reader’s awareness as his stories unfold in front of them, giving them the strength and comfort like a lifelong friend, lending a helping hand.
George has learned a lot growing up on the farm, including the simple easy ways of the old time gardeners. The little tricks and tips he has learned
from these old timers are shared with you, as well as information about health, plant recognition, and recipes too.
He is a Story-Teller with the ability to take you back through time to an era where folks knew how to fend for themselves, a place where folks grew their own crops, survived the harsh elements that Mother Nature threw at them, and most importantly, a place where families were one.
I was in North Bay the other day, and at a checkout, I was asked if I needed my receipt. What a question to ask a person.
I replied. “Of course I would like a receipt, doesn’t everyone want one?” “No Sir, most folks today don’t want their receipts?” “Really? Well, this is one old feller that does. I suppose if you were paying cash, and it was only a package of gum I could do without, but when a person is paying with their debit card or credit card, I would think a receipt would be a priority.” “Well, it isn’t, not anymore.” “Hmm.”
With that, I left, and as I was going out the door, I heard the woman say. “Crazy old seniors, more trouble than they are worth.” For a second there I was tempted to go back and give her a piece of my mind. But then I figured it would just ruin my day. So I let it alone and carried on.
But it is the sign of the times, as more folks are paying with plastic than ever before. Who would have believed it?
Later I was at the Esso Station filling up. I use the Speedpass Key where you just touch the screen on the pump with a plastic key. It then lets you get fuel and bills you directly on your credit card. I love it really, but there again it asks if you would like a printed receipt.
The only difference in this instance is that I don’t talk to a human being. I have been known to give the pump a quick light kick now and then saying. “Do I want a receipt?” My wife gets a kick out of me sometimes as I can hear her giggling in the car.
While on the topic of getting fuel and using Speedpass. There is one thing that annoys me, at a lot of the Esso Stations that have Speedpass. They have been disabling it at the pump. In doing so, you have to go inside to pay.
Their logic I suppose, if you see something at the cash register and if you’re an impulse buyer, you pick it up. For me, I say this. “I purchased your Speedpass for a reason. I am not an impulse shopper. I got your Speedpass, so I don’t have to go into your establishment. I don’t want to go into your establishment. I want to buy your fuel and leave. Especially on a nasty day. Not a real biggie, if you get my meaning.”
Hope someone sees this and does something about it.
So in Closing, I would say this when asked if I would like a receipt.
The question shouldn’t even be asked; it should be automatic.
We finally managed to get all our books on Amazon for sale. Took some doing let me tell you. All the credit though has to go to my son Karl, as he is the one with all the expertise. Wouldn’t have been possible without him. You can click on the links above if you’re interested. Here is a list of all our books: One More Story By George Walters. Join Me In The Garden By George Walters. Moments In Time By George Walters. Paths We Choose By George Walters, Times Changin’ By George Walters. and Natures Gateway To Health By George Walters. If you’re in the USA go to Amazon.com. If you are in Canada go to Amazon.ca.
Written by a good friend of mine relating to one of my stories in the newspaper. Thought I would share. Great Poet for sure.
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!
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
It was a great ride through childhood.
HAPPY TRAILS MY FRIEND
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.
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.
It was a beauty of a day and I had just come in from doing my chores. I was sitting in my most favorite spot, in the wood box in the corner and listening to Reg talking to his Grandson and Wife. Reg was washing his hands by the sink and listening to what they had to say. The Grandson’s wife was looking out the window. “I see your wife Laura working in the garden, she sure looks happy out there. It must be nice to not have to go to work every day like I do. She sure has an easy life living here on the farm, doing what she wants, when she wants, not having to answer to any one. I got to say, I don’t think she would last one week in the city.”
Reg was standing there taking it all in and then went and sat down at the table. “Young lady, I think it’s about time you and me had a talk. That woman you’re talking about, is about the hardest working woman I have ever met. She might not have a degree of schooling hanging on the wall but she has a farm that has risen from the dirt and made into a place we can call home. She is the back bone of this whole farm, without her it would have never happened.
You say she could never live in the city and do your job, well your probably right. She hates the city, as she is a country woman. Country women are a different breed of woman. They are special, she has worked by my side for over fifty years now, through hard times and good times. She has put up with my nonsense, cooked, baked, washed and knitted my clothes when they had holes. She was there for me when we had no money to hire help, worked in the fields, helped with the milking, delivered new-born calves in the middle of winter in the snow. She has helped with getting
firewood ready for winter, splitting logs with an Axe, she has planted and worked the family garden for longer than I can remember and kept it hoed by hand. She has been there for your Husband, Father-In-Law and Myself when we were sick and nursed us back to health. Fixed our cuts and broken bones when no doctor was around. She also has been the love of my life and I will not stand here and let you run a woman down, that has done so much.
I don’t blame you though as much as I blame society. You younger folks don’t realize, that if it wasn’t for these hard-working country women, you wouldn’t have even been born. All the food that is eaten in your cities,where do you think it comes from? It isn’t grown in a grocery store. Society has you all so strung up on what you think you need in life, that you don’t take time to enjoy life.
You see that woman singing away in the garden? She is enjoying life, doing what she loves and making every minute of every day, count. When she comes in here in a few minutes, I expect you to treat her with respect, as she will you. I have had my say and these words will never leave this room.”
With that Reg got up and went outside. I watched as the Grandson’s wife got up and went to the sink. She wiped her eyes and then looked over at her husband.
“I needed that she said. I just never realized what your Grandmother had to go through, or any farmers wife for that matter.” They gave each other a hug and went outside to the garden.
I don’t know what was said after that but for as long as I can remember, I do know this. They became the best of friends from that day on.
Farm women are a different kind of woman I will say that. As my wife, she has been there for me through all our farming days and without her we wouldn’t be where we are today. The old saying, that behind every successful man is a good woman, can wrap this story up all in one sentence.
So there you have it, a conversation that I overheard, that stuck with me through life. I guess I kind of molded my life around that conversation and I do know that when it comes to country women, I got one of the best. In Closing, I Would Like To Wish You Well. GW
How Country Folks Lived
Without The Corner Store
The thing about years ago, our weekly shopping trip wasn’t to a corner store. We had our own pantry where we kept all our preserves and in the Fall of each year, it was chucked full of all kinds of things. The way the winter weather was back then, folks wasn’t able to get to town for supplies. For most parts we grew our own and what we didn’t grow we bartered for.
Through the summer months we ate fresh out of the garden every day. I remember every spring, Laura and I would head off to a small clear brook, just up the road from us. It was a bit of a walk but with the trees just coming into leaf and the spring flowers showing themselves, it was sure a site to see. I used to enjoy all the smells of the bush and in my eyes there is nothing like it. In the small brook, down near the bottom, Laura would find the water crest, a small leafy plant that we used for salads. Being so fresh and tasty you could eat it right out of the water if you took a notion to. We would pick a couple of baskets and head on home.
Later on for supper we would have the tastiest salad you could ever ask for. To get some more ingredients for that salad Laura and I would head on out to the pasture fields to find morels, a type of mushroom. I got to tell you, they make my mouth water just thinking about them. They mostly grow up on knolls and in the spring of the year. If it was a good year we would have more than our share. The morels would be taken home by the basket full. A few would be then taken, washed and put in with the salad. A few more would be fried with garlic, fresh butter and cream. That would be put on top of the salad, when all said and done.
Back to our garden, this time we would pick a few tomatoes, some onions and fresh garlic tops that we planted last fall. Them all cut up and mixed in the salad, we were almost ready. The last to go in was a few chopped up apples also from our trees out back, which we had put away for the winter. Once all mixed in with the fried morels and garlic poured over the top, it was ready for us to dig in. I have to say it was sure tasty, also very healthy and the best part was, it didn’t cost us a cent, other than a bit of energy from the walk to the bush.
Most of our things came to us that way and Laura had a way of fixing them up, so that a young fella couldn’t wait to get to the table at meal times.
For winter meat we did up a steer, a pig and some laying hens that stopped laying. The hens would be kind of tough being so old but Laura would let them simmer on the old wood stove all afternoon in a big pot mixed with more fresh vegetables. After she got finished with them, the meat would fall off the bones and there wasn’t a time that anyone didn’t go back for seconds.
Once in awhile Reg would bring home a deer, to add to our meat supply and if lucky a pheasant or two. If a pheasant did come our way, it would usually go towards our Christmas dinner. Potatoes were grown by a farmer up the road, which was his main crop and we bartered hay for them. Just wasn’t worth our while to grow them ourselves at the time.
In the spring, I couldn’t wait for the sap to start flowing from the hard maple trees. We did up a few jugs of maple syrup every year and my most favorite time was when it was just starting to thicken in the big kettle out in the bush. Reg would dump it on top of a cup of fresh snow and give it to us young ones to eat. It was a treat that we all looked forward to, that’s for sure.
I guess some folks would say it’s not a life by today’s measures but for me looking back, I had everything and more than a young fella could ask for. I had a good home, warm, clean and lots of food, with folks around that cared for me.
Along with that, they taught me the real values in life and how to enjoy each and every day. Sure I had my chores to do but you know, I looked forward in doing them. Every day working with the animals, making sure they were fed and cared for, gave me a feeling of accomplishment.
My rewards were many, no, not with money but with a family, friends and critters of all kinds, along with Mother Nature thrown in to boot. Yep life was good.
Well there you have it, how us country folks lived, with out the corner store.
In Closing I Would Like To wish You Well.
One of my very first stories, written and published many years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
It was a cold day and snow had just started to fall. Reg had gone away on business for a few days and before he left he told me to take care of things, that I was the man of the house while he was gone. It always made me feel good when he talked to me like that.
I was busy working away in the barn feeding the horses when I heard Laura calling me from outside.
“I think we might be going to get a new addition to the barn tonight. I noticed this morning that one old cow looked like she is about ready to give birth. Figures too, she said, “Reg being away an all.”
“I sure don’t know much about that part of farming,” I told her.”
She just smiled an said, “Most times they handle it all on their own.” With that Laura helped me finish up with the chores and we headed on into the house for supper.
After supper Laura said, “It’s going to be a nasty night with the way that snow is coming down. I think we had better go and bring them cows in for the night.”
After our meal settled a bit, we went out to the pathway that the cows used each morning to get to the fields and Laura hollered at the cows. Hard to believe but she would just give them a call and they would come right to the barn, all in single file. We got them all in the barn and Laura noticed one was missing.
“Darn she said, I just had a feeling that cow was going to be a problem tonight. Never fails, Reg being away, something always has to happen. Well get your big coat on George and let’s go see what’s become of her.”
The wind had picked up and the snow was really coming down. It blew so hard we could hardly see where we were going and boy was it cold. Took us a bit to find the old cow and when we did she was laying on her side.
“I think she is having a hard time with her new calf, Laura said. You move up to her head and keep her calm while I see if I can find out what the problem is.” I knew she was doing something down at the other end but if the truth be known, I didn’t want to know.
In a few minutes Laura said, “Well, that calf wants to come out the wrong way. If that happens we could lose the cow and the calf. I got to try to turn it around. You try to keep her from getting up and I will see what I can do.”
I looked back at Laura and her face was covered with snow, she was blinking trying to see what she was doing as the snow and wind whipped around her face. “Got it turned,” she said and I could see a big smile on her face. “Should be okay now.” We both stayed with the old cow and in a few minutes we were watching a wobbly legged critter trying to stand on its own, in the cold night air.
“Lets see now if we can get this old cow to follow us to the barn, Laura said. You take the calf by the ears George, lead him and if we are lucky the Mother will follow.” Sure enough she did and off we went to the barn, but only to find the calf couldn’t or didn’t want to walk in the cold. With Laura’s help we picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. We were sure tired when we got there. While Laura put the cow in her pen, I went up to the hay mow and got some fresh straw for the new calf to lay on.
“Lot better in here huh?” I asked the calf. She looked up at me with them big brown eyes and I just melted. We put the straw down and watched them for a bit. The old mother licked her new-born clean and then laid down. The calf did the same and they both looked exhausted, but contented.
Well said Laura, “How about you and I get in out of this weather and have a piece of apple pie and some hot chocolate?”
“Sounds darn good to me, I said and off we went.
Lots of things happened on the farm like that, but no matter what problem occurred, they were handled, they had to be. This was a woman for sure, a country woman, not complaining for an instant. In closing I would like to wish you well. GW
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Pains Of A Young Boy
You know I got to thinking about the different pains folks go through in life and how some have put up with them all their living days. I for one have had and still have some ongoing ones, one in particular was the day that my old Dad found me a new home and dropped me off. It was a scary time for a five or six year old not knowing what lay ahead, or for that matter what was even happening to him, as when we left that day I thought I was just going to market on a normal trip. I will always remember that day, fear, anger, hate all came into play, I was left alone with these strange folks. All that I could see was that my old Dad didn’t want me any more and I hated him and loved him for what he was doing to me. I remember running after him down the lane-way trying to catch the truck, hollering at him to come back, but of course it wasn’t to be. The old couple that was taking me in, thinking back, felt as bad as I did, as Laura had tears in her eyes too. Reg the man of the house had taken off his old hat and was kneeling down by me and was trying to assure me that things would be alright. Finally, Laura put her soft old arms around me and well, I kind of just sunk right into her. She held me for a few minutes talking so softly saying, “Don’t you worry, things will work out, you will see.” For a few weeks I really didn’t want anything to do with these strange new folks but the more days that went by, the more I started to realize that these folks really did want me and was doing everything in their power to show me. I finally dropped my defences and let life move on.
I never heard from my Dad till years later and I must say at that time in my life, I never wanted to see him again. I just couldn’t figure in my young mind why he would do such a thing. Well more time passed and I made a few friends, not too many though as they were far an in-between, living so far back in the country. I did make some good critter friends though in the early days of moving there and I got to say they helped me a lot. Seemed to me that they knew exactly how I felt and I would sit for hours talking to them. I know, sounds kind of crazy but that was the way it was. Later on I met old Grey Wolf who had a cottage a ways back of our property and over the years we became real good friends. One day we got to talking about my Dad and I told him how much I hated him and how mad I was at him. “I never want to see him for the rest of my life,” I told him. Well he listened for a bit then he said, “Boy, come over here, I want to tell you a story that my old Grandfather passed down to me, I think it might help you. He was an old Cherokee and in my mind back then, he knew all in life. The story has been handed down for years and goes something like this.”
“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, fear, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.” The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.” I have to say, from that day forward I never forgot that story and over time came to forgive my old Dad, reason being, that at that time in his life he was doing what was the best for me.
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Now I know most folks today have some kind of fancy alarm clock. Probably digital or maybe even one that wakes you by playing music. With them in mind I got to thinking of my younger days on the farm.
There was no such thing as an alarm clock, or at least one by today’s standards. On the dairy farm I was in bed at around 7:00 PM and looked forward to it. After a hard day out in the fields and looking after the critters, sleep didn’t take long in coming. I was usually up in the morning around 4:15 AM and my first chore of the day was bringing in firewood for the cook stove, along with splitting a bit of kindling. From there, it was off to the barn to help with the milking.
My alarm clock was a bit different from most folks had, mine was an old Red Rooster. I got to tell you, this rooster had a set of lungs on him that could have woken up a whole town, if there had been one close by. Most roosters only crow when the sun comes up, but for some reason this crazy old thing we had, was up and out on the fence at 4:15 every morning. The worst part was, that the spot he picked was right below my window. He saw a few of my shoes come flying out of the window at him, in my stay on the farm.
For years I tried to get Laura to make a rooster pot pie but she wouldn’t hear of it. I think the only reason they kept him around was just to bug me. I also figured that the darn thing just wanted a good laugh every morning.
I remember one morning, I was laying awake there in bed waiting for him to start his crowing but for some reason on this morning he didn’t. Kind of thought it was strange, as he’s never missed a morning since I moved there. Well, I got up and headed on over to the barn to have a look around but he was nowhere to be found. I then headed on out to the fence which he usually stood on and there he was laying on the ground, with blood all over the place. By looking at the tracks I soon seen that a fox had gotten to him. I thought he was a goner but after a bit more looking, I found he was still alive. He was messed up quite a bit and you could tell he must have put up quite a fight as there was feathers everywhere. I figured he gave that old fox a run for his money.
Well I picked him up and carried him back to the barn. He had one broken wing and a few cuts. Laura helped me fix him up and for the next few weeks I kept his wounds clean and fed him. He wouldn’t eat for a few days but he slowly came around. A couple weeks later he was his old self and I figured he would soon be back out on the fence in the mornings, waking me up. I have to say, I really missed his greetings, not that I would admit it to anyone.
A few more days went by and then one morning I was awoken by a familiar sound. I laid there awake and smiled, I was happy he was back to his old self. I went down stairs and to my surprise I found it was 4:30 AM. That old rooster got slipped up on his time, I thought. The next morning I waited for his call and darned if it wasn’t right on 4:30 AM again.
I got to talking to Reg about it and he said, “Well, I guess he figured since you mended and cared for him, he would let you sleep in an extra fifteen minutes in the mornings.”
“Maybe so,’ I said, “we will see what he does in the coming days.”
Time went by and every morning after that the old rooster never crowed till 4:30 AM, which was okay by me, as it saved me walking outside in my bare feet to get my shoes.
So there you have it, not your average alarm clock but very effective.
In Closing, I would Like To Wish You Well
My Favourite Pass Time
One of my favourite pass times over the years has been fishing. Doesn’t take much for me to drop what I am doing and head out on the water in hopes of pulling in a nice Pickerel or large mouth Bass. Especially if my friend Barry is available.
I don’t have anything fancy in the way of a boat, 14 foot deep wide aluminium with a 35 HP Johnston Motor. Older one brought over into Canada from the USA many years ago. The only thing I had to do was install a new steering cable as the old ones were about finished along with a touch of fresh paint.
For a pole I have one that my Dad bought for me in Florida many years ago. Just the right length for my boat along with having the right flex for pulling in the big ones. The reel was an old Shakespeare but the bearings went in it so bought a new Abu Garcia. No special reason other than it feels good and casts nice. Put a lot of fish in the boat with it over the years.
The one item if asked about, that is important would be the net. Over the years I have had numerous types mostly the netted type. Reason being that was all that was out there. Today though we have an assortment to choose from.
I never really paid it much attention till one day I hooked onto a nice size pike. Problems arose with the three hook lure getting tangled up in the net. Took me about a half an hour to get it out of the net and in doing so snagged my one finger. With that in mind I decided to look into what they had in the way of new nets.
After a bit of research I bought a Lucky Strike Basket Net Double rubber-coated to protect the scales of the fish as well as extra protection from hook tangles which is what I need. After that getting the fish and hooks from the net was a breeze.
I didn’t invest a whole pile of money buying lures, tackle boxes and things. For most parts I use live bait hooked onto simple different coloured lures. I do though have a few with my favourite being the many assortments of Cotton Cordell’s. Great lure which has sure caught the attention of many a fish.
Places I like to fish occur over a shoal and drop off areas. Seems the fish browse these areas more so than others. For years I used a small pail filled with cement with a hook attached onto the top. With it hooked to a rope I could easily drop it down into the water to find bottom. Over the years I have now found a number of places that the fish like to hang out and there isn’t too many days out fishing that I don’t hook onto a few.
New things now have come into view for finding the fish, shoals and drop off spots. Like the fish finder. I have to say I do have one bought for me by my sons one Christmas. Karl & Craig. Great item as long as I keep a supply of fresh batteries handy.
One last item that probably not many have on hand is a hook sharpener. The type I have is called, EZE-LAP S Pen Type Sharpener. Slips right into one’s shirt pocket, easy to get at. Nothing worse than out fishing with a hook that isn’t sharp. More fish have been lost from something as simple as that.
To finish things off I would like to share this quote that hangs outside our front door.
An old fisherman lives here…with the catch of his life.
In Closing I Would Like To Wish You Well.