Here is a picture of the old well pump that was at my school 69 years ago. Still works as my wife and I dropped by for a drink travelling through the area last year. Good water too still nice, cold and sweet.

Here is a picture of my old school in Coldwater Ontario. Separate entrances for boys and girls. We both sat together in the classroom though. Many years ago.

Here is a painting on a piece of natural wood. By Ruth Walters. “SOLD”

Here is a painting done on 100 year old Slate. By Ruth Walters. “SOLD”

Here is a picture of a waterfall that is located here in Port Loring. Nice place to have a picnic, secluded, and … well, what can I say.

Here is a turtle we seen awhile back asking for some help to cross the road. So we stopped and helped him out. For our help I figured we deserved a picture. On another note, take into account that the highway we stopped on was 522, and not busy, so we didn’t cause any accidents with stopping along the highway. On a busy highway I wouldn’t have bothered. Not that I wouldn’t have wanted too.

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.

Here is a picture of a Ford I used to own. This isn’t my car but one similar. I paid $500.00 for it back when. Lasted a good number of years and made over five trips from Beamsville Ontario to Sarasota Florida. I had it painted down there in a Metallic Green. She was a beauty. GW

Here is one of many pictures I took that shows the true beauty that consists all around our town. GW

Here is another few pictures of a fishing trip we took. All these pictures are located only 5 minutes from our home. GW

Here is a couple of pictures of what we have to offer folks when we get rid of this white stuff. GW

I was down visiting my son Craig awhile back, and being a lover of old vehicles, especially Fords I had the good luck of seeing an old 1928 Ford Pick-up It was in great shape for its year, so I took a few pictures, which I thought I would share with you that like older vehicles as I do. Enjoy!

Thought I would share with you a few pictures taken this morning while I was out feeding the birds. Not that there are any birds out there this morning. I think they are smarter than I am.. Have a great day!

Thought I would send a picture of some foot prints in the??? I know it isn’t footprints in sand like in Florida, but the only difference is that you need to wear your boots instead of bare feet. And hey, it is white like Florida Sand.

Here is a couple of pictures of a car I had many years ago. The pictures are not of my car but one identical.  Drove it to Florida five times with no problems.  Even gave it a paint job while down there one time. Great car and of course it is a Ford. Ha Ha. I would have to say its looks and slender lines would still be appreciated if made new today. Click Pictures To Enlarge

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.

Receipts

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.

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)