Marilyn Louise Rapp Savage and R. Blair Savage
aboard the Mariner of the Seas, August 2008
| We have five beautiful daughters, mine biologically, Marilyn's by marriage. This picture is a bit dated, but it's one that's very special. They had it done for me. I think it was around 1987. |
| A coal miner's family - 1935 Blair Savage sits on his daddy's lap |
This is Sir Isaac. We named him
after ol Isaac Newton because
the little feller uses up such a
small amount of gravity. My
daughters tell me that I've finally
got a son. Zack is really a pain
in the butt. If I can find just the
right size burlap bag I plan to
dump him in the French Broad
River.
after ol Isaac Newton because
the little feller uses up such a
small amount of gravity. My
daughters tell me that I've finally
got a son. Zack is really a pain
in the butt. If I can find just the
right size burlap bag I plan to
dump him in the French Broad
River.
About Us
| My name is R. Blair Savage. The R is for, Russell. That was my dad's name and I was always called by my middle name, Blair. I was born in Monongalia County, West Virginia in 1934. My family moved to Ohio in 1951 and I remained there until I retired in 1995. After retirement, my wife, Marilyn and I lived in West Virginia and Naples, Florida until 2006-2007 when we settled into a new home in Hendersonville, North Carolina. From the time I was a small boy, living in a grimy coal mining hollow in West Virginia (Dad was a coal miner for 31 years) I wondered where my Savage family had originated. We knew the name of our great, grandfather, Nelson Savage, but that was it. In the mining camps, as they were called then, I played with boys who were of various ethnic bloodlines and I was intrigued that they knew their nationality, while I hadn't a clue as to mine. So it was natural for me to, one day, begin the search. Now we know that my Savage ancestor came from England - and I'd like very much to determine from where in that country he came and who were his parents. After years of research I traced my Savage line back to Thomas Savage and recorded in book form as much information as I could on each one of those Savage guys from me back to Thomas. Marilyn's dad was also a coal miner. She spent her childhood in a small mining community in Clay County, West Virginia. Her family moved to Ohio in 1964. She and I were married in 1980, a second marriage for us both. |
We recently relocated from Naples, Florida to
Hendersonville, North Carolina.
Hendersonville, North Carolina.
We're in the land of water falls. This is Looking Glass Falls.
When I was eight
and nine years old I
sold newpapers on
the streets of
Morgantown, WV.
Later I caddied at the
Country Club. As a
kid I always had
some kind of job to
keep me out of
trouble. This little
guy is my reminder
of those "good ol
days."
and nine years old I
sold newpapers on
the streets of
Morgantown, WV.
Later I caddied at the
Country Club. As a
kid I always had
some kind of job to
keep me out of
trouble. This little
guy is my reminder
of those "good ol
days."
Why does my body grow older every day
Why don’t I stay young in a youthful sort of way
And I’d like to know the logic applied
To the aging of my dad, and just why he died
Dad was solid, full of energy and tough, in his prime
But as the years took their toll I watched his body decline
At sixty-seven his heart began to sputter and choke
An artery was clogged and that big heart simply broke
He survived the attack, lived eighteen more years
Before the injury won and we shed so many tears
But why did it happen to a body once strong
And eighty-five years is not very long
Oh, eighty-five sounded ancient when I was but twenty
But now my world seems to no longer hold plenty
For at seventy and two my life limit nears
To what a man may expect as a total of years
Science has part of the answer, there’s a reason they say
Why we age bit by bit and grow old day by day
Medical research has proven with nary a doubt
That telomeres grow shorter, that’s the reason, they shout
Mister telomere resides on the itty-bitty chromosome
Which lives in the cell – the place it calls home
He’s a tiny little squirt, but does he ever have clout
For it’s his loss of length that finally knocks us out
Now here’s the real scoop – remember what I say
At each mitosis Telomere loses some telometric DNA
Wow! – that’s the answer, that’s what I’m told
I have a short telomere, that’s why I grow old
But listen to this, there’s more to this tale
There’s evidence of a remarkable, immortal cell
Unicellular Eukaryotes maintain long telomeres
So strike up the band, order some beers
You ask, how do U.E.s maintain telomeres long
It’s a discovery that rightfully belongs in a song
U.E.s have Telomerase, ain’t that really grand
Cause Telomerase is an enzyme that adds telomere
repeat sequences to the 3' end of DNA
strands and by lengthening this strand DNA
polymerase is able to complete the synthesis
of the "incomplete ends" of the opposite strand!
So, there I have it – I’m not in a lurch
I’ll get on the web and do me a search
Telomerase I’ll type in the empty search box
I’ll buy me a case – damn, I’m a sly old fox!
R. B. Savage
2007
Why don’t I stay young in a youthful sort of way
And I’d like to know the logic applied
To the aging of my dad, and just why he died
Dad was solid, full of energy and tough, in his prime
But as the years took their toll I watched his body decline
At sixty-seven his heart began to sputter and choke
An artery was clogged and that big heart simply broke
He survived the attack, lived eighteen more years
Before the injury won and we shed so many tears
But why did it happen to a body once strong
And eighty-five years is not very long
Oh, eighty-five sounded ancient when I was but twenty
But now my world seems to no longer hold plenty
For at seventy and two my life limit nears
To what a man may expect as a total of years
Science has part of the answer, there’s a reason they say
Why we age bit by bit and grow old day by day
Medical research has proven with nary a doubt
That telomeres grow shorter, that’s the reason, they shout
Mister telomere resides on the itty-bitty chromosome
Which lives in the cell – the place it calls home
He’s a tiny little squirt, but does he ever have clout
For it’s his loss of length that finally knocks us out
Now here’s the real scoop – remember what I say
At each mitosis Telomere loses some telometric DNA
Wow! – that’s the answer, that’s what I’m told
I have a short telomere, that’s why I grow old
But listen to this, there’s more to this tale
There’s evidence of a remarkable, immortal cell
Unicellular Eukaryotes maintain long telomeres
So strike up the band, order some beers
You ask, how do U.E.s maintain telomeres long
It’s a discovery that rightfully belongs in a song
U.E.s have Telomerase, ain’t that really grand
Cause Telomerase is an enzyme that adds telomere
repeat sequences to the 3' end of DNA
strands and by lengthening this strand DNA
polymerase is able to complete the synthesis
of the "incomplete ends" of the opposite strand!
So, there I have it – I’m not in a lurch
I’ll get on the web and do me a search
Telomerase I’ll type in the empty search box
I’ll buy me a case – damn, I’m a sly old fox!
R. B. Savage
2007
Why Do I Grow Old?
The Cost of Freedom
I was a young boy when the world was at war
World War II it was called; the fanatic Hitler its core
School history taught me about World War I
And when I was a teen the Korean War had come
117,000 boys were lost in World War I
405,000 more before World War II was done
Korea 54,000 and Nam 58,000 more
Which makes 634,000 the total score
Today, war in the mid-east adds 4000 to our fee
High cost in 100 years to keep America free
Through much of my life, young men have died
To maintain my freedom and keep me alive
Yes, today our young soldiers do battle again
They fight the insane who blow-up their own kin
The insane that will kill both woman and child
Slaughter the innocent, like animals gone wild
These feral beasts bring their insanity here
Invade our America, spreading angst and fear
How do we fight them? Where do we start
Shall we let them train others in their murderous art
Should we keep our young soldiers safely at home
Guarding our shores against terrorists who roam
That range far and wide to maim and to kill
To carry-out their madness, to break down our will
Should we isolate our country from the rest of man-kind
Must we build a high wall that will crumble with time
Should we hide in the hills and wait for the strike
Must we gather in caves – cower in fright
Should I write to my government, shout in its ear
“Bring home our troops, fight the terrorist here”
Fight them here on our soil if they dare show their face
When they poison our water and our buildings erase
Fight them here in our land where our children can hide
As mom loads her gun and stands by their side
Here on the beaches, the borders and such
We could watch for their entry as an Uzi we clutch
Or, should we send our young soldiers to root out their den
And capture or kill the heathens within
Should we track them and slay them - is that the right call
Wipe out their nests – their teachers annul
It’s hard to decide what action to follow
When the media informs us with messages hollow
But here is my answer, sitting comfortably at home
In relative safety while scripting this poem
From the earliest days of this country we love
Our troops have defended our flag with their blood
As a young man I found my duty clear
Join the reserve in spite of my fear
Eight years in the reserve preparing to be
Ready to fight if the General called me
Not wanting to go – other things I held dear
But history whispered my duty was clear
There’s a price to pay if I am not to exist
Under the thumb of a tyrant, my freedom missed
To guard that freedom, young men must train
To repel those who would steal it, set my home aflame
Again we face the challenge, as we have before
And the action we take regarding this war
Will determine the future for my children dear
Shall they enjoy lives secure, or live in fear
We must take the fight to that cauldron in the east
To protect our homeland from the fanatic beast
Tis better to take the offense I say
Than to sit in our shelters, fold hands and pray
Pray that our defenses will hold back the throng
Of suicide bombers who do not belong
Carefully watch for the serrin and anthrax
As we bolt doors and windows, never relax
My answer is, yes, we should attack where they hide
Across the water in their own countryside
Carry the fight to child killers over there
Find their haven - dig them out of their lair
Equip our soldiers for battle and train them well
Send them after the heathens where they dwell
Some of our boys will be maimed, some will be lost
War is outrageous and high is the cost
But to keep America strong and free
I hope my reader will agree
A strong offense is the best defense
It’s a strategy proven and it just makes sense
To sustain precious freedom our forefathers have proved
It comes at high cost, mountains must be moved
America was formed by courageous men
Who battled great odds, tyranny to end
Iwo Jima and Normandy took a heavy toll
Our brave boys who died there kept America whole
It’s now World War III, you can bet the farm
And only force will keep us free of harm
So, how much do I owe all those brave young warriors
Who give of themselves, who must act as our couriers
Messengers who deliver this word to the enemy
“Threaten our freedom and you’ll pay a stiff penalty”
What do I owe those who’ve already seen hell
Those with memories too horrid to tell
How much do I owe those who died over there
Died in the trenches with courage to spare
Do we give a quick thought to how much it means
To still have our freedom – wear designer jeans
To live in a country where opportunity can lurk
And comfort is ours, if we’re willing to work
I owe much to those who for me fight
To protect my country, keep my future bright
I give praise and pay tribute to all those troops
Who slog through hot sand, burning their boots
My debt to them is great I tell you quite clear
And I pray for the safety of young lives so dear
I pray for salvation for those lives lost to insure
That my children are safe and freedom will endure
Yes, this war and these troops I readily support
As they offer their lives in order to abort
The radical extremists who hope to abate
This wonderful country, state by state
On land, air and water our troops are on guard
They protect me daily – go the extra yard
Again I say they have my full support
As I search my soul and give my priorities a sort
It’s easy for me in my comfortable chair
To suggest we send our young over there
To grind and sweat and death to face
As they fight for me and defend my case
But if I were young and strong once more
I’d expect to join in this righteous war
And I’d kill the heathens without regret
As I paid my forefathers my freedom’s debt
R. B. Savage 12-15-2007
I was a young boy when the world was at war
World War II it was called; the fanatic Hitler its core
School history taught me about World War I
And when I was a teen the Korean War had come
117,000 boys were lost in World War I
405,000 more before World War II was done
Korea 54,000 and Nam 58,000 more
Which makes 634,000 the total score
Today, war in the mid-east adds 4000 to our fee
High cost in 100 years to keep America free
Through much of my life, young men have died
To maintain my freedom and keep me alive
Yes, today our young soldiers do battle again
They fight the insane who blow-up their own kin
The insane that will kill both woman and child
Slaughter the innocent, like animals gone wild
These feral beasts bring their insanity here
Invade our America, spreading angst and fear
How do we fight them? Where do we start
Shall we let them train others in their murderous art
Should we keep our young soldiers safely at home
Guarding our shores against terrorists who roam
That range far and wide to maim and to kill
To carry-out their madness, to break down our will
Should we isolate our country from the rest of man-kind
Must we build a high wall that will crumble with time
Should we hide in the hills and wait for the strike
Must we gather in caves – cower in fright
Should I write to my government, shout in its ear
“Bring home our troops, fight the terrorist here”
Fight them here on our soil if they dare show their face
When they poison our water and our buildings erase
Fight them here in our land where our children can hide
As mom loads her gun and stands by their side
Here on the beaches, the borders and such
We could watch for their entry as an Uzi we clutch
Or, should we send our young soldiers to root out their den
And capture or kill the heathens within
Should we track them and slay them - is that the right call
Wipe out their nests – their teachers annul
It’s hard to decide what action to follow
When the media informs us with messages hollow
But here is my answer, sitting comfortably at home
In relative safety while scripting this poem
From the earliest days of this country we love
Our troops have defended our flag with their blood
As a young man I found my duty clear
Join the reserve in spite of my fear
Eight years in the reserve preparing to be
Ready to fight if the General called me
Not wanting to go – other things I held dear
But history whispered my duty was clear
There’s a price to pay if I am not to exist
Under the thumb of a tyrant, my freedom missed
To guard that freedom, young men must train
To repel those who would steal it, set my home aflame
Again we face the challenge, as we have before
And the action we take regarding this war
Will determine the future for my children dear
Shall they enjoy lives secure, or live in fear
We must take the fight to that cauldron in the east
To protect our homeland from the fanatic beast
Tis better to take the offense I say
Than to sit in our shelters, fold hands and pray
Pray that our defenses will hold back the throng
Of suicide bombers who do not belong
Carefully watch for the serrin and anthrax
As we bolt doors and windows, never relax
My answer is, yes, we should attack where they hide
Across the water in their own countryside
Carry the fight to child killers over there
Find their haven - dig them out of their lair
Equip our soldiers for battle and train them well
Send them after the heathens where they dwell
Some of our boys will be maimed, some will be lost
War is outrageous and high is the cost
But to keep America strong and free
I hope my reader will agree
A strong offense is the best defense
It’s a strategy proven and it just makes sense
To sustain precious freedom our forefathers have proved
It comes at high cost, mountains must be moved
America was formed by courageous men
Who battled great odds, tyranny to end
Iwo Jima and Normandy took a heavy toll
Our brave boys who died there kept America whole
It’s now World War III, you can bet the farm
And only force will keep us free of harm
So, how much do I owe all those brave young warriors
Who give of themselves, who must act as our couriers
Messengers who deliver this word to the enemy
“Threaten our freedom and you’ll pay a stiff penalty”
What do I owe those who’ve already seen hell
Those with memories too horrid to tell
How much do I owe those who died over there
Died in the trenches with courage to spare
Do we give a quick thought to how much it means
To still have our freedom – wear designer jeans
To live in a country where opportunity can lurk
And comfort is ours, if we’re willing to work
I owe much to those who for me fight
To protect my country, keep my future bright
I give praise and pay tribute to all those troops
Who slog through hot sand, burning their boots
My debt to them is great I tell you quite clear
And I pray for the safety of young lives so dear
I pray for salvation for those lives lost to insure
That my children are safe and freedom will endure
Yes, this war and these troops I readily support
As they offer their lives in order to abort
The radical extremists who hope to abate
This wonderful country, state by state
On land, air and water our troops are on guard
They protect me daily – go the extra yard
Again I say they have my full support
As I search my soul and give my priorities a sort
It’s easy for me in my comfortable chair
To suggest we send our young over there
To grind and sweat and death to face
As they fight for me and defend my case
But if I were young and strong once more
I’d expect to join in this righteous war
And I’d kill the heathens without regret
As I paid my forefathers my freedom’s debt
R. B. Savage 12-15-2007
11-24-07
In Transylvania County, NC, just up the mountain from our place, the Zuccaro family (daughter Tracy's
bunch) enjoys the view from ice-covered Black Balsam Mountain at 6200 feet elevation. While it was a
balmy 43 degrees at our place in the valley below, it was 25 degrees on the mountain.
In Transylvania County, NC, just up the mountain from our place, the Zuccaro family (daughter Tracy's
bunch) enjoys the view from ice-covered Black Balsam Mountain at 6200 feet elevation. While it was a
balmy 43 degrees at our place in the valley below, it was 25 degrees on the mountain.
Jan. 16, 2008
Connessee Falls, Transylvania County, NC. Early autumn, 2007. This shot is of the
first two of three tiers of the falls. The third was behind me and fell further than these.
Connessee Falls, Transylvania County, NC. Early autumn, 2007. This shot is of the
first two of three tiers of the falls. The third was behind me and fell further than these.
From where I stood to take the above shot, I turned to my right
and captured the view below of another, smaller falls from a
different stream that joined the first at the top of the third tier.
and captured the view below of another, smaller falls from a
different stream that joined the first at the top of the third tier.
| I believe the role of the government is to protect the citizenry through the administration of laws according to our constitution. It is beneficial to the citizenry to have certain services provided by a central government, i.e. civil defense, police protection, fire fighting, utilities, roads, etc. The government has become gargantuan and is infiltrating every facet of our lives. Too many people now think the “government” should “take care of them”. I grew up in the hills of West Virginia where, in many of those steep and rugged hollows and valleys there are frequent floods that destroy private homes. Many of the owners then want the government to “bale them out”. Through taxation, I am then forced to pay stupid people who choose to live beside a river that historically overflows its banks. I encourage industry. Industry provides jobs and enables parents to feed their children and keep their houses lit and warm. I reject extreme environmental policies that destroy industry in favor of marsh insects, scrap fish, and obscure birds. Animal species go extinct. They always have, with or without man, and always will. But there are new species evolving every day. I reject the idea that animal life trumps human life. However, I also dislike waste and destruction and believe that man should protect his environment. If we could live on solar and wind energy, I’d be all for it. I believe safe nuclear energy is entirely feasible. America should be directing more research there and building new plants. I care about the environment, but not to the point of earth worship. We should be wise stewards, good managers of the earth. Dumping raw sewage in the rivers is bad management. It is also bad management to allow deer to reproduce to such great numbers that they overgraze and then starve en masse come winter. It's dumb to turn thousands of acres of productive farmland (home to animals, waterfowl, and humans) back into desert in honor of a trash fish. It’s dumb to stop the harvesting of trees in a well managed, renewable forest because its home to a little owl with spots. I believe that anybody who wants to live in America should apply for legal entry, and if accepted into our country, should become nationalized and learn English within a reasonable period of time. They should embrace American culture and values. I believe in a very strong national defense. I also believe that the fittest have a greater chance of survival. In my view, a well funded, well equipped, well trained military is, unfortunately, essential to an enduring society. Being conservative does not make me a racist. Perhaps some conservatives in the 1960s rejected desegregation, but I did not, and I certainly was not alone – and there were professed liberals who ignored segregation. Today, many conservative minorities hold places of high respect in government, in law, in medicine, in movies and television - and conservatives enjoy and appreciate their talents. I believe that Martin Luther King would be outraged at the “give me my share” and “what’s the government going to do for me today?” attitude of some minorities, and many non-minorities. I reject the concept of affirmative action that is, of itself, racist. Martin Luther King's desire was that a man should be judged based on the content of his character and not based on the color of his skin. I want people, black or white, to take responsibility for their own behavior and be decent, law-abiding citizens. I do not want to steal from the poor to give to the rich. At the same time, I don't want to steal the rich man's money. He has demonstrated that he can create jobs with it. I want everyone who can work to do so, and I want the honest man to earn a decent wage for his work and not have it snatched away by the government. I have absolutely no problem with a man being rich. In the process of getting rich and staying rich he creates jobs. What will the rich man do with his money? He can spend only a relatively small amount on himself, so he re-invests it, usually in his business, and this creates jobs and wealth for everyone down-the-line. Bill Gates created millions of jobs and is also doing a wonderful job of philanthropy, as did Carnegie, and numerous others. A dollar generated by a successful business turns over multiple times and thereby enriches many people. I want to get ahead based on my own ability and hard work. I don’t want the government to take my money and manage it unwisely for my retirement. I don’t want the government to assume that it can manage my life better than I can manage it myself. I don’t want a handout as long as I can work. I don’t want the government to take my money and give it to someone else. I would like to make the choice myself as to where I want to spend my money to help others. And I don’t want to pay for someone’s twelve kids to go to school when I have limited my family to a size that I can afford. I would like to keep some of my tax money and send my children to a privately owned and operated school that is competing with other privately run schools. This would force up the quality of education and force down the price. I believe the family is the backbone of a healthy society. I believe parents have a primary responsibility for the health and welfare of their children. In general, parents know and love their children best. Parents' wishes should therefore be given top priority. Parents should be involved in decisions that affect their children, such as which materials public schools expose to them, and whether their children undergo potentially dangerous medical procedures, like abortions. I do not believe in abortion except in cases where the mother’s welfare warrants a termination. This would include rape and incest, as these certainly would impact on the wellbeing of the mother, and also the child. Unlike many conservatives, I no longer believe in the death penalty. It has been proven that too many innocent people have been wrongly sentenced to death. Our justice system, while better than most, is far from perfect. I believe all people have value. We should, through local government, churches and private social organizations, reach out to help needy neighbors who should not need to depend on the inefficient and beaurocratic federal and state governments to care for them. I, as a conservative, do not hate homosexuals, contrary to leftist propaganda. In fact, many conservative groups offer ministries to reach out to the homosexual community. Some conservatives believe that homosexuality is not necessarily inborn, that environmental factors contribute to the development of same-sex attractions. I do not agree with this view. I believe it is a direct result of something going awry in the development of the fetus, and therefore the individual has no control over their sexual persuasion. I do not believe in gay marriage. I see nothing wrong with prayer in school and I strongly advocate it. R. Blair Savage 2007 |
Easter, 2008
On a hike, the Honer and Zuccaro
families (kids and grand kids) stop at
Hooker Falls in Dupont State Forest
near our home in Hendersonville, NC.
There's trout in them there waters!
On a hike, the Honer and Zuccaro
families (kids and grand kids) stop at
Hooker Falls in Dupont State Forest
near our home in Hendersonville, NC.
There's trout in them there waters!
My Love I Must Touch As I walk thru the kitchen, my love is there A glint of sunlight brightens her hair I love this woman so very much And as I pass, her cheek I touch We meet again in a little while In the hallway she tosses me a smile There’s room to pass within the space But I crowd a bit and I kiss her face She rests on the couch at the end of day And behind that couch is a passage-way As I trod that path to our bedroom lair I can never resist, I must touch her hair Why is it that I cannot pass Without a touch for my pretty lass I find it impossible to pass her by Without a pat, perhaps on her thigh Or, a stroke of a finger, across her back Perhaps a rub on her arm, there’s never a lack Of places to touch my beauty fair Who rushes my heart with a passion rare R. B. Savage 6-22-2008 |
October
October is coming - just a short time away
Anticipation is building, I’ll cheer if I may
My favorite month draws near and I’ll greet it with joy
It’s been my choice since I was just a small boy
The maple curls her leaves into crimson and wine
The hickory chooses yellow for a cloak mighty fine
The oak shuns the colors that beckon the eye
As it stirs from dark green to a russet quite shy
October brings me the wonder of a brisk morning chill
Which morphs into warmth as sun rises oer hill
A light rain descends as evening draws near
Fog blankets the dale as meadow calls a lone deer
The groundhog is plumping as he gorges all day
Clover and plantain he chomps under sun's golden ray
The daylight comes later and darkness arrives soon
I must twist the lamp switch and brighten my room
The buck in the forest becomes restless and bold
His antlers have shed velvet and his rack glistens gold
In aggressive mock battle he spars with a foe
Preparing for November when they compete for the doe
What a glorious time to be in woods stead of house
To shoulder the long gun and scrounge for the grouse
To feel the adrenalin course through my veins
As the grouse thunders up and elevation gains
I swing on him hard and give him a lead
But he dodges behind hemlock and I curse him indeed
He outfoxed me this time, but I’ll not forget him
On an October morning I’ll flush him again
R. B. Savage
June, 2008
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Daughter, Tamara was married to Ben Clay on June 14 during a
beautiful ceremony with the Atlantic ocean glistening off the rocky
coast of Maine - and brought us a great addition to the famly.
beautiful ceremony with the Atlantic ocean glistening off the rocky
coast of Maine - and brought us a great addition to the famly.
Dad walks her down the "aisle"
The Captain makes it legal!
A very happy couple.
Ben, you look good in that outfit.
You should dress up more often!
You should dress up more often!
We have a
Grandson who is
with the Navy
SEALS and who just
returned from Iraq
due to a serious
illness. Tony feels
guilty about leaving
his buddies there
and he wants to get
back. We are
extremely proud of
this young fellow
and although I
would prefer he
stay in the safety of
the States, I honor
his wishes to return
to be with his
"Brothers".
Grandson who is
with the Navy
SEALS and who just
returned from Iraq
due to a serious
illness. Tony feels
guilty about leaving
his buddies there
and he wants to get
back. We are
extremely proud of
this young fellow
and although I
would prefer he
stay in the safety of
the States, I honor
his wishes to return
to be with his
"Brothers".
A proud serviceman
As Marilyn and I drove home from Maine, and Tam's and
Ben's wedding, I drove with one hand while the other I had
on her thigh, as I usually do. I began thinking about how it's
difficult for me to be near her without touching her - and I
received the inspiration for this poem.
Ben's wedding, I drove with one hand while the other I had
on her thigh, as I usually do. I began thinking about how it's
difficult for me to be near her without touching her - and I
received the inspiration for this poem.
I used to hunt.
I don't anymore.
I didn't kill anything
that I didn't eat and
it's more work than I
want to do now. To
get a big animal from
woods to table and
to do everything
necessary to ensure
tasty meat takes
more effort than I'm
willing to expend
these days.
The beautiful
whitetail shown here
is one I killed on the
upper end of a place
we used to have in
West Virginia.
I don't anymore.
I didn't kill anything
that I didn't eat and
it's more work than I
want to do now. To
get a big animal from
woods to table and
to do everything
necessary to ensure
tasty meat takes
more effort than I'm
willing to expend
these days.
The beautiful
whitetail shown here
is one I killed on the
upper end of a place
we used to have in
West Virginia.
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| Trina Tracy Me Tricia Tawnia Tamara Marilyn |
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| A rainy day for Marilyn on the job with Habitat For Humanity |
| An Old Fart prior to Tam's and Ben's wedding |
