Category Archives: George’s Writers Corner

Great Spot to hear about anything and everything concerning writing. Also information on my books, book signings, speaking engagements and events that might be happening in and around our town.

Pictures Around Our Home In Port Loring Ontario

Here Is a few pictures around our home. Click On Pictures To EnlargeOur Store Loaded With All Kinds Of Items
Our Store At Our Home
Our Home Taken From The Road Looking In
Our Home & Fred The Bear Saying Hello
Friday, June 10 2011
One Of Our Veggy Gardens. Looking Good
Our Sign Out Front Of Our Home With the Yellow Lilies Showing Off
Our Sign Out Front Of Our Home
Rocks Behind Our Home Just Above Our Garden. Cleaned Off The Rocks This Spring
Natural Rocks Setled in Behind Our Veggie Garden
My Favourite Smelling Flower. Lilly Of The Valley Hmm Picture a Touch Blurry

What Ones Mind Really Sees

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde
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iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a total mses and you can
sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is
bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a
wlohe.

Amzanig huh? Only 55% of the people can read this.

Powassan Maple Syrup Festival

Well I just had to mention here that our day at the Maple Syrup Festival in Powassan on April 16th was fantastic.  I also want to thank those that called and invited me to come.  It as a very busy day, a steady stream of folks dropping by to buy books , shake hands and say hello.  A lot of hugs were given out also. I was amazed at how many folks came by to see my wife and I, it sure gives me a good feeling knowing so many folks are enjoying my stories and of all ages too.  Steve Hardy and his lovely wife from the North Bay Nugget, a very good friend also dropped by, they took a few pictures and we had a good chat as we always do.   So all in all what can I say, other than, thanks folks.  It’s folks like you that keep me writing and wanting to write.  Look forward to seeing you all at my book signing at Gulliver’s Books & Toys in North Bay Ontario on June 18th Fathers Day weekend. Going to be a great new book!!!

Now This Is A Rabbit, Sheesh!!

Well Easter is not to far off.  My sister Barb sent me this picture of a  huge rabbit, so thought I would send it along for you to have a look see.

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Three Little Pigs

A bit of humour for a Tuesday Afternoon.
A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.
She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home.
She read. “And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said:”  “‘Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?”
The teacher paused then asked the class: “‘And what do you think the man said?”
One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly…”I think the man would have said” – “‘I’ll be a son of a bitch!! A talking pig!”
The teacher had to leave the room.


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Bit Of Humor For A Fine Spring Day

The wife says, As I get older my husband doesn’t bother to look at me to much any more!

“I’m so sorry for you. As I get older, my husband says I get more beautiful every day.”

“Yes, but your husband’s an antique dealer.”

 

George Orwel, George Walters

A great writer like myself Ha ha, said this one time many years ago and if you really want to get in tune of what should be done in your life, then read on. Great name too, but hey that is just me.

George Orwell said in his prophetic novel 1984: “He who controls the present controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future.” Control the writing of history and you change the perception of where we come from. That, in turn, becomes the coordinate for where we are, and,when projected forward, it is the perceived starting point for where we need to go.  To much for ya, read it again slowly this time taking it all in.  True words have never been spoken.

Old Feller Asks If He Would Live to see 80?

Bit of humour sent to me a bit ago.

An old feller recently picked a new primary care doctor.
After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age. (I just turned 65.)

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn’t resist asking him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be 80?’

He asked, ‘Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?’
‘Oh no,’ I replied.. ‘I’m not doing drugs, either!’
Then he asked, ‘Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?
‘I said, ‘Not much… my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!’
‘Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?’
‘No, I don’t,’ I said.
He asked, ‘Do you gamble or drive fast cars.
‘No,’ I said.
He looked at me and said,… ‘Then, why do you even give a dam?

Newest Linux User

Thought I would let you in on our families newest Linux user.  Pretty high tech I know, but he has had good teachers, his Dad Mom and Uncle Karl.   Click Picture To Enlarge

Linux Rocks!!

PREGNANT AT 71???

A little humour that was sent to me by a friend.  Seems to me this younger doctor has a bit on the ball here.  Good Stuff.

PREGNANT AT 71

A woman went to the doctor’s office where she was seen by one of the younger doctors.

After about four minutes in the examination room, she burst out screaming as she ran down the hall.

An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she told him her story.

After listening, he had her sit down and relax in another room.

The older doctor marched down the hallway back to where the young doctor was writing on his clipboard.

“What the hell is the matter with you?!”the older doctor demanded.”

Mrs. Terry is 71 years old, has four grown children and seven grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?”

The younger doctor continued writing and without looking up said,

 

“Does she still have the hiccups?”

Riches That Comes With Age

O.M.G.,  I’m rich!

Silver in the Hair
Gold in the Teeth
Crystals in the Kidneys
Sugar in the Blood
Lead in the Rear End
Iron in the Arteries

And an inexhaustible supply of Natural Gas.
I never thought I’d accumulate such wealth.

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Canadian Cutie

All set to go ice fishing Grandpa.   Click Picture To Enlarge.

 

Cole Walters

Happy Groundhog’s Day!

Wiarton Willie predicts early spring!!!! No More Needs To Be Said.

A Look At Niagara Falls At Coffee Break

My son Crag who works at the casino in Niagara Falls took this picture on his lunch hour looking out from where he works.  Thought I would share. Click Picture To Enlarge.

They Say A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Got this in an Email this morning LOL the caption for it said.   When a male bird can’t stand it any longer.  Won’t comment on it being a male and got a wife.    Click Picture To Enlarge

E Books Coming Soon For George Walters

Good Morning!! Well sure a cold one here this morning, down to around minus four old scale and I got to tell ya, I almost needed to put on a tea shirt to walk to my shop this morning.  LOL.   On another note, while in town the other day visiting my son Karl, we decided on getting our books put into E Book Form.  We are going to try the first one, One More Story and see how it goes.  Then kind of take it from there.  As my son says it is the sign of the times and one has to look ahead.  The nice thing is, the price of the books will drop to about half price. I will let you know the exact price when we get it all set up.  We will still have the paper backs though so don’t be frettin’ about that, as a lot of my readers like signed copies.  I am also really lucky to have Karl and Craig my two boys to do all the technical work, as it isn’t as easy as it might seem to get things all in order.  With the price of E Book readers dropping each and every day a lot more folks are buying them, not to forget that even without an E Book reader they can still be read on ones home computer or lap top.   Amazing really, as looking back it doesn’t seem that long ago I was typing on an old ribbon typewriter.  Still miss that old typewriter too, think it was the sound I miss most.  Well guess I will go and will let you know when the E Book is all said an done and where you can purchase it.

Short Clip Of My Grandson Cole and His Dad Craig.

Here is a short clip of Cole, my Grandson and his Dad Craig, my son.  Gotta’ like it.  Click Link Below To View.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8TyMRObV8U

Taken From Moments In Time (Christmas To Remember)

Here is a story which I wrote for my book Moments In Time which came out last spring. Give you an idea of my style and things.   It’s a story that relates to my Grandfather and one of his tales which happened many years ago.  True Story.  Enjoy and Merry Christmas.

Christmas To Remember

Looking back to when my old Grandfather George was alive, a lot of his stories have still stuck in my mind. He was a great man for sure and will never be forgotten as long as I am alive. Saying that though it got me to thinking that I won’t always be around to tell his tales, so figured maybe I should be putting a few onto paper.
My Grandfather now was a strong man, weighing around 200 and some pounds. He stood about six foot six and had to duck going into every place of business on his way through the small towns in the back woods of United States. He did a lot of surveying back then and as I have written about in other stories he hired on another a big strapping fellow by the name of Jeb. Jeb was hired for his abilities, which was trapping, hunting, tracking and one of the best darn guides throughout the west. This is just one of many tales which I take great pleasure in writing.
“Cold night huh Jeb?”
“You can say that again, I have ridden through these here hills many times but can’t recollect doing it this time of year. If we don’t soon find some place to hold up for a few days out of this wind and snow we might be in for some real trouble.”
The words were no sooner out of Jeb’s mouth when we were rewarded by the smell of smoke.
“Got to be a homestead up ahead somewhere.”
“Yep and none to soon neither as I am about half froze, especially my feet. Knew I should have listened to that lady back in the town we just came through when she said for me to buy some of her home made socks.”
“I thought I hired a man Jeb that could take any kind of weather.”
“Ya well, just get that horse of yours up over that there hill and let’s see where that smoke is coming from.”
With that George laughed out loud and rode off. On top of the hill looking down into a valley they spotted the smoke curling up from a chimney, which was attached to an old house.
“Not much of a place huh Jeb?”
“Nope that’s for sure, looks like them folks are having some hard times.”
“Yep seems so but let’s ride on down and if nothing else get warm.”
As we rode in, laying half covered with snow on the front porch was an old hound dog. Didn’t even move when we stepped over him to get to the door. We knocked with no answer.
“Hello in the house I hollered. Anyone at home? We are good folks and don’t mean you any harm. All we want is a place to warm ourselves and get a bit of rest.”
With that the door opened slowly and a young woman came into view, pretty little thing.
“You are welcome to come in and get warm but our food supply is short and I have two small young ones here to look after.”
“Not a problem there young lady said Jeb, we have food of our own out yonder on our pack horses. Just a place that I could warm my feet would be fine with me.”
“Them darn feet of yours,” I replied, “always complaining.”
Old Jeb just looked at me, and we both moved on into the house closing the door behind us. Wasn’t much of a house but it was warm.
“Where is your man, I asked?”
“Oh…………….. he……. is out hunting as we don’t have any meat left.”
“When do you expect him back,” looking over at the two young ones, a boy of around six and a girl of around four.
“Well…… I don’t rightly know, he left here a week ago saying he would be back in a day or so, but as you can see he hasn’t returned.”
Not weather for man nor beast to be out in, that’s for sure,” said Jeb.
“Do you know what day it is?” Asked the young girl whom was peeking from behind the old wood stove.
“Can’t rightly say that I do young lady,” I replied. “Been so long in the saddle guess just lost track of time.”
“Well just so you know, it’s almost Christmas and Santa is coming soon, and he brings presents and things.”
I looked over at Jeb and said, “well I’ll be darned, Christmas, well I am sure glad you brought us up to date there, Miss?”
“My name is Marsha and this is my brother James and the lady that you been chattin’ to is my Mother, Mary.”
“Well Marsha, glad to meet you both and your mom too.”
“You both can sit down by the fire if you like said Mary and I will bring you some coffee. I just put some on the stove a few minutes ago, so it should be still warm. Don’t mind the young ones they are regular little chatter boxes when company drops by, which isn’t to often living out here.”
“Don’t mind at all with the chatting Ma’am, as listening to old Jeb here day in and day out, well….. lets just say, they are a breath of fresh air.”
Old Jeb just snorted and moved to a chair which sat by the cook stove. As we sat there by the stove we looked around, and we could tell these folks were in some serious trouble. No food or firewood to speak off, and we both suspected it wasn’t good news concerning her husband. Which later on we found to be true, as we found him no more than two miles from his home froze laying up against a rock. We buried him where he laid.
We got warmed up and knew right then and there we had to do something for this family. The next day Jeb got right into cutting and splitting firewood, while I did some fixing up on the front porch along with patching up a few holes in the roof. While I was working the young ones watched, I guess trying to figure out just what kind of beings we two old fellers were, as I am sure we were quite a site having been out in the wilderness for the past few months, not having had a shave or bath. A couple days later we had enough firewood cut, split and piled in the old barn to last them till spring. The only thing that was missing was some meat, which was looked after by Jeb, as there was no better hunter than him. Seemed he could find game when others swore there was none.
Christmas Eve came, we got cleaned up and after supper I mentioned to Jeb that we should move on in the morning. Thing was, we hated to just leave this lady with no man, especially with the two young ones at this time of year. But it had to be done and down deep we both knew or figured this young lady was a tough one and would handle things just fine for a time. The first town we came to, we would send back some help for her and the young ones.
Just before supper Jeb got up, dressed and not saying a word went outside. About a half hour later he came pounding at the door.
“Open up in there, I got something for you young ones and need some help.” The young ones ran to the door and opened it up and there was Jeb covered with snow holding a good size Christmas tree. With tears in her eyes Mary said, “well bring it on in here and quit letting out all the heat, you look half froze.”
“I am, especially my feet.” With that he shook the snow off the tree and in he came.
I just looked at him as he passed and shook my head. “Darn old feet of his.” I said to myself
After supper the young ones got to decorating it with what they had and I got to say within an hour or so, it sure was something to see. Kind of choked me up a bit.
Throughout the night we chatted and I got to telling stories about my younger days, with Jeb throwing in a few of his own.
Thinking back it was one of the nicest Christmas’s that Jeb and I ever had together, as usually it came and passed as any other day, without our knowing.
Come morning we decided to stay for a few more days making sure things were looked after around the old place. The day before we were going to leave out behind the barn I spotted this horse that was wandering around loose. It looked half froze and was hardly moving, but as I stood there with my hand held out, it moseyed on over to see me. I then walked her over to the barn and put her in a stall.
“Well one good thing,” I said to Mary, “you do have enough hay for this old girl, and I am sure she will be happy to make this her home.”
I don’t see any brand on her, but I am certain of one thing, she is in the family way, so I suspected that she has wandered off from a wagon train headin’ west to have her young one. I looked over at the young ones and said.
“Well, looks like you got yourself a late Christmas present here, two actually, when the time comes. She’s going to be needing a lot of love and things,.”
“You mean it’s ours?
“Yep, all yours and come spring it will give you a way into town for supplies and maybe a good hired hand to help out with things.”
Later on the following morning we saddled up. Mary had fixed us up some fresh bacon wrapped inside some biscuits she had just made. We left her and the young ones with two deer, one hanging in the barn and one cut up piled in a shed out back of the house. Along with that we left half our supplies as Jeb said he needed to go on a bit of a diet anyway.
We looked around for the young ones, not to be seen, I guess they were attending their new-found friend in the barn. With that we thanked Mary and started to ride out. Just as we headed down the lain-way the young ones came a running after us.
“Please don’t leave us George and Jeb, we don’t want you to go.”
I looked over at Jeb and I thought there for second I spotted a big old tear running down his cheek.
“We would love to stay, but we have to go, I will make you a promise though, we will stop back to see you before next Christmas and I kind of think there might be a present for you in my saddle bags when I return.”
With that they ran back to the house hollering at their mother of what was to come.
“Jeb you got something in your eye there?
“You just ride on and mind your own business or you might be looking for another guide.”
I smiled and with that, we rode on.

Is There A Santa Claus????

As A Writer here is My Favourite.

Dear Editor,
I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says “If you see it in the Sun it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon.
115 W.95th St

Answer:

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank GOD! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Meet Fred Our Jack O Lantern. Nice Feller’

The wife just finished carving our Jack O Lantern for tonight and now on with the candy apples for the kids tonight.  One big kid when it comes to candy apples right here, me LOL LOL.  Have a great Halloween!!!!  Click Picture to enlarge.

Pumkin