I have 46 people who want dolls. So far I have 21 of them dressed and 7 poems written and the rest in the planning stages. Will be some very interesting stories to write poems about. I really enjoy getting ready to write the second edition called Personolly Yours Too.
I also recently moved my sister-in-law Liz back to Ashland where my daughter Julie will help me take care of her. I’ve been taking care of Liz going on 7 years now and her dementia is getting worse.
I have had two cataract surgeries and still in post operative recovery for one month. Cannot get corrective lens for another month, so I see more clearly but not good yet for reading or close up.
These are my new glasses, what do you think?
Let’s meet! I will be at the St. Cloud Public Library MN in the Mississippi room on the first floor on Monday April 2nd 2018 from 7 to 9 pm.
I will be reading excerpts from my book “Personolly Yours”, answering questions and signing copies during a meet and greet. I look forward to seeing you there!
It is snowing up to ten inches tonight here in the Northland as I am inside, safe and warm writing a poem for one of my dolls to be gifted for my second book. So far I have 14 people selected for the book and four pending acceptance. Fun.
My wrist is not healing as it should. Hope I am not allergic to the plate that was placed surgically. My cracked right rib is doing well with natural treatments and rest. I don’t have time to be an invalid with better things to do. ha ha ha.
I am scheduling a poetry reading in my home town of St. Cloud, MN right after Easter. I will be interviewed beforehand by request of a reporter of The Daily Times, the local newspaper as soon as the Librarian schedules date and time
This beautiful Hibbing winter wonderland photo is from Dale Gordon
You may remember that I broke my wrist a few months ago while pulling a sled full of bricks across my sidewalk. Well, I’m happy to report that I’m through with physical therapy now! I’m able to use my hand and I’m even driving again. Boy did I miss that! Thank you all so very much for the warm and loving wishes I received.
On another note, I’m thinking about writing my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”.
Stay tuned and I will keep you posted.
Lovely sunny day in the Northland. My wrist is healing better. More active with the therapy also. Not quite ready for my poetry reading in St.Cloud, Mn. Hopefully in spring of 2018. Still busy with my sister Liz. She went to the hospital because she fell at home, no injuries though. Other family doing well. Keep in touch. Love as ever.
Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library. It was a great meeting with an excellent panel of professionals in the literary field. There were some great questions fielded by many writers in the beginning stage of their profession. It was a very informative and educational meeting and I think everyone really enjoyed themselves. I’m glad I was able to attend.
The panel consisted of:
Robin Washington (Journalism)
Margi Preus (Children and Young Readers)
Lucie Amundsen (Memoir)
Dudley Edmondson (Non-Fiction)
Danielle Sosin (Fiction)
Ryan Vine (Poetry)
Amber Laura Young (Romance and Self-Publishing)
Claire Kirch (correspondent for Publishers Weekly Magazine)
April 26th, 2017.
I had my very first book signing at the Vaughn Public Library in Ashland Wisconsin last Tuesday the 25th of April 2017.
The weather was bad so there was not a large turnout however I was excited and consider it a learning experience. I’m certainly looking forward to my next event, check the event section of my website to see when and where I will be!
I’m very excited to announce that at 87 years old, I’ve just published my book Personolly Yours and you can get your copy here: www.amzn.to/2ox2Woj
- Paperback: 345 pages
- Publisher: Independently published (February 6, 2017)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1520532032
- ISBN-13: 978-1520532035
- Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.9 x 9 inches
It has been a long time since I have written my periodic postal letter.
I have been busy writing my dolly book “Personolly Yours” and it is now complete, edited and I am in the process of looking for a publisher.
You will be pleased to know the first poem is written and dedicated to author/poet Emily Dickinson in her memory.
I have talked to an agent of her museum in Amherst, MA and they will accept a copy of her poem with pictures to display in the museum. I will do that soon.
It has been exciting and stimulating to complete 41 of the adult poems and two children’s stories in epic poetry.
As soon as a publisher will accept my work I will post the publisher on my website, as well as get my postal letter out to those who do not have electronic viewing.
Spring has come to the Northland, and I have spent much time in my new flower garden plus updating poems not listed on this website.
Also could be titled “96-year-old woman robs the cradle by wedding much younger 83-year-old man”
It only takes about two seconds to say “I do.” The only thing is that sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the person you want to say it to.
That was the case for 96-year-old Fern Schurr and 83-year-old Paul Tredo. As far as love is concerned, they tied the knot with plenty of time to spare.
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HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?
How long has it been since you talked with the Lord
And told Him your hearts hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed?
How long since you stayed
On your knees till the light shone through
How long has it been]Since your mind felt at ease?
How long since your heart knew no burden?
CHORUS: How long has it been
Since you knew that He cared for You
How long has it been?
How long has it been
Since you knelt by your bed
And prayed to the Lord up in Heaven?
How long since you knew
That He’d answer you?
And would keep you the long night through?
How long has it been
Since you woke with the dawn
And felt that the day’s worth the living
A song by Bev Lowry. Her website is http://www.bevlowry.com/
I visited the Pointe Panic Beach Park on the South Shore of Oahu and my grandson took some photos. There are many cats that live amongst the rocks and in little natural caves. These cats have been wild for many many generations. Surprisingly they appear to be in good health, I noticed no fleas or smell and some of them could even be described as slightly corpulent! The wind was warm, the ocean was mild and it was a beautiful day in Honolulu.
Here’s a beautiful poem by Terri Foss, of Washburn, WI.
Where can I find the words to heal the sadness and the pain that has touched your heart.
When words are not enough to say, my heart will speak in many ways. I believe our lives are as God intended them to be.
Although we don’t understand his ways when times feel so unfair, try to remember God will always be there.
All your loved ones from above will guide you with their love. For someday you will see together you all will be.
A charter member of the Society of Animal Artists, Walter Joseph Wilwerding was born in Winona, Minnesota and spent most of his career in Minneapolis where he was an instructor in animal drawing and then Vice President and Director of Drawing for the Public Schools. He was a member of the National Advisory Board for Art Instruction in the Schools and was an author and illustrator on several books of drawing animals and painting animals.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow
Had been informed of his visit.
“I guess you were expecting me, he said.
‘No, who are you?” said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
” I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew
I was going to show up.”
“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man.
Would you mind closing the door?”
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
“I have never told anyone this,
Not even my daughter,” said the man.
“But all of my life I have never
Known how to pray
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.”
I abandoned any attempt at prayer,”
The old man continued, “
Until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, “Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter
Of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest.
“Sit down in a chair;
Place an empty chair in front of you,
And in faith, see Jesus on the chair.
It’s not spooky because He promised,
‘I will be with you always’.
“Then just speak to him in the same way
You’re doing with me right now.”
“So, I tried it and I’ve liked it so much
That I do it a couple of hours every day.
I’m careful though. If my daughter saw me talking
To an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.”
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
And returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called
To tell the minister that her daddy
Had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?” he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock,
He called me over to his bedside,
Told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later,
I found him .
But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died,
He Leaned over and rested his head on the chair
beside the bed. What do you make of that?”
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
“I wish we could all go like that.”
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we give and receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU…
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
God bless you my friends and may you pass in peace, into the next life, when your time has come.
Written by: unknown
I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There’s a pair of us, don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
This is probably one of Emily Dickinson’s most famous poems. Knowing how tiny her life was you would think she wouldn’t have any “famous poems.” Emily’s style was what made her famous. She was a good observer. She wrote about tiny things you wouldn’t ordinarily notice. She had an interesting point of view. Her devices were similes and metaphors. She tended to favor them a little bit more. In this poem, she used similes. Like ” How public like a frog.” What I like about this poem is pretty much the idea. The idea of this poem sounds like a poem to cheer you up when you feel all alone so that you could know someone else is there in the same situation as you to defeat that loneliness. I observed she almost always in her poems uses “I.” instead of “he,she, or it .” My opinion of Emily’s poems is that they are very soothing. What we can all remember about her poetry is her “tiny” style.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,–the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson left several versions of this poem.
This is the way it appeared in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Thomas H. Johnson. Regrettably, many early editors of Dickinson’s poems dropped the fourth stanza. The above poem includes the sometimes missing 4th stanza.