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Lovely sunny day in the Northland

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.

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)

Ask a Published Author

Happy Thanksgiving All!

Had a few more poetry readings in the Senior Citizen Centers in Ashland and Superior WI.  Fun.
Had a big poetry reading scheduled for the public library in my hometown of St Cloud, MN but on August 28 I fell near my home and fractured my left wrist.  Had to have surgery Sept 6 and a plate was put in my wrist.  Wore brace till it healed and now I am undergoing extensive occupational therapy.
It will be next year for sure before I can do any more readings.
I will remain positive and keep you posted.

My first book signing!

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 PUBLISHED! Feb 6th, 2017

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:

Product details

  • 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

Book’s done, looking for publisher, spoke with Emily Dickinson museum.

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.

Emily Dickinson Museum

It’s never too late to say "I do" Paul & Fern, 83 and 96 years old find love. VIDEO

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.

“We used to eat meals together all the time, then suddenly Continue reading

Wonga Pigeon cooing loudly

The call of the Wonga Pigeon is a loud, high-pitched ‘coo’.
This is repeated over long periods of time for a number of seconds.
When males are displaying mating, bowing occurs with a soft, trilling coo.
The Wonga Pigeon is monogamous
This one is in the Honolulu Zoo in Waikiki, Hawaii

View more of my videos HERE

Trip to the beach, lake superior.


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Here are two photos of my grandson’s visit to Wisconsin.

It was a beautiful day at the beach, the sand was warm and the waves were low.

In the photos are my daughter Julie, grandson Brad, Terri (holding Princess Maggie May the Maltese) and of course me sporting the light blue robe!

All Black bumble bees in Hawaii!

They have two types of bees I saw while visiting Oahu, one is an all gold bee the other is an all black one. amazing.

Please enjoy this poem about black bumble bees by Rachel M Johanson: 

"Ballet of the Black Bumble Bee"

Beneath the sun's golden eye they roam

Jet black bodies gleam, a lustrous chrome

All black bumble bees in velvet flight

Turn day's gardens into kingdoms of night

Gentle giants, their buzz a soothing bass

Navigate blooms with an artist's grace

Tiny pollinators in coats of coal

Gather nectar to fill their humble bowl

Through fields of lavender they weave their tales

Their wings whisper like soft, silken veils

Velvet knights of the floral court

In the dance of petals, they cavort

To the beat of nature's heart, they thrive

In gardens, their spirit comes alive

Their flight scripts shadows on sunlit leaves

As day surrenders to evening's eaves

With black so rich, it absorbs the light

They vanish in the shadows, out of sight

Yet their labor sweetens the air, a boon

And paints the earth with the brush of June

In their presence, blooms rejoice, unfold

Their black is not absence but stories told

Under the orchard's bough, they linger

Nature's unsung, humble singer

In the hum of black bumble bees

Hear the whisper of life's mysteries
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image 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

Visiting the Ocean and Feral Cats


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.

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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.

Terri Foss


Society of Animal Artists Paintings


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.


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Fundamentals of Art

The Fundamentals of Art course consisted of 12 textbooks taught all popular art techniques with contributions from many well known artists including wildlife artist Walter J. Wilwerding  

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A man’s daughter had asked the local minister
To come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived,
He found the man lying in bed with his head
Propped up on two pillows. image

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?

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!


imageThis 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. A poem by Emily Dickinson.

I diimageed 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.

-Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

image 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.