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Shenandoah (the story and chant)

A story telling by me (Click on the Chant “Shenandoah” for the song”

Both a mariner chant and overland voyager stories, I chose this rendition because I like the tale and background music. 

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Hello.
I am a singer of songs and a teller of tales.
If you saw me, you wouldn’t know who I am. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I fit in where ever I am, and no one ever wonders if I’m supposed to be there. The road to where you are enters and then leaves. In the center, on my way through, I will tell a tale and sing for you. Then I’ll travel on.

Tiny waves pull away from the bow like the wake of a duck and tiny eddy’s swirl where the paddle quietly enters and leaves the water as the young trapper paddles his canoe effortlessly to the small sandy beach.

White plumes of the village’s many cooking fires rise straight up and disappear into the valley sky. The wispy trails of warming fire smoke rise from the highest spot on the roof of winter shelters.

This is the Shenandoah valley’s sky.

It’s been seven years since he’s seen the Shenandoah or this village. His father and he were here as fur traders when he was only thirteen, his first trip with his father.

He discovered the chiefs daughter back then. Somewhat younger than he, but very mature. Taught well by her mother and mother nature to tend and survive. Her skin was as clear as the waters, her eyes reflected the blue of that sky and her cheeks the blush of innocents.

He and his father stayed long enough for the maiden and the boy to become melded. The running and laughing, competition and evening quiet brought them close.
When it was time for his father to deliver the hides he’d traded for to the trading post at the end of the river, the boy promised his friend that he’d return someday. With a wave and pounding hearts, they said goodbye on that late spring day.

Here he is, standing still. No one could know what the outcome would be, as the new young of the village scrambled to the water’s edge to investigate the white men.
There was a small bank on the edge of the river, so one could not see far once up on the sand.
He hesitated, building up courage. Not to go over the top of the bank, but to hold himself back from running through the village…….. searching.
It was a perfect pause, as up over the top of the embankment her eyes appeared. She stopped to catch his eye. She hesitated cautiously to catch her breath and slow her heart. Bounding over the drop to the beach needed to be a no mistake move for a princess. She had to be sure, a chiefs daughter had to be certain.
There is in nature an undefined energy when the eyes of two as these meet. There are no words….. it has no name, but it is certain! Nature allows this to happen when the moment is right.
With this energy comes a disregard for status, or in his case, courage. They met so hard on the slope of the embankment, that they tumbled as one back down to the sand.
Seven years for so many things to keep this from happening, yet they did not happen. This happened.

They young man’s father had passed on, and the boy stayed with him until the last shovelful was placed on the grave. It was a good full life.
Weeks later, after all affairs were taken care of, he and his inheritance, a canoe, some leathers, two rifles and some supplies headed down the Shenandoah to a place that seemed fresh in his mind. He didn’t know if it was still something real, but he had to see. He had to pass that spot on the river on his way to cross the Missouri river. His father wanted him to see what was on the other side of the Missouri where they had never gone. Stories of great mountains and rivers, trees and new adventures.

First, the Shenandoah to see if he ventured on by himself, or with a partner.

Her father, the chief, after a few weeks of proper custom keeping, knew what he had to do. He and his wife did not want her to go, and after a time, didn’t want him to leave either. But, he was of the land, they were joined by the heart, so he joined them by the gods. She was his in the tribes mind, and in the young man’s mind, they were one together, partners about to begin an adventure.

Joy and heartbreak all at the same moment. It’s more than a mind can handle without expressing tears for both at the same time. The maiden knew she may never see her parents again. They knew that nature creates many different stories with as many beginnings, middles and endings as there stars. One can only hope that the beginning is good. This was a good beginning!

Solace

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……………………………… SOLACE ……………………………….

Wow.
No insult intended to anybody else, but I did not realize I was on my last nerve. They were just being themselves and I tried to get some time in my ‘man sanctuary’, but with the heat and everything here ….
Anyway, I just took the most peaceful nap in my chair, golf with my earbuds in, dogs not startling me awake.
I think I’m healing from many directions at this moment.
Lots to do, but I’m not putting any pressure on myself today, except for a little headache in my eyes from allergy stuff.
I can fix that.
In my dozing, I can hear the water noises on the golf course. Good earbuds pick up those noises.
No planes droning overhead today.
Just quiet golf shots, no cheering except from across the fence, commentators speaking in normal voice. Rahm a nice lead, quietly working.
I dreamt I put one line in the water at a friends cabin, then found an inner tube and slowly drifted around a small island.
I realized I was getting a little far out, even on a glass lake, and slowly worked my way back passed the tip of the island to shore.
I couldn’t find the cabin or my rod, but did discover a rickety garage holding the bones of a Rambler (two tone blue).
I realized I had turned the wrong way on the beach and headed back.
Watched myself walking away.
At this moment, I have no stretched nerve and remark to myself, “I’ll bet the others noticed that I was wound pretty tight.
I also realize that way out there, as quiet as the stream noises, was the world, noisily destroying itself.
A column of smoke marks the distance … ….
Solace knowing that they won’t come here.
Too much quiet for them, and nothing to gain. rdd
hmmmmm

06/26/2020

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Good Morning.
Well, the I.C.U.’s in the area are 80% full as this pandemic numbers continue to climb.
So, don’t wear your mask anymore …. the cost of all this care and the deaths are going to happen anyway since we can’t get the ‘No Mask Asses’ off the street and out of our stores.
I’m seeing more now, but our stores, mayor and governor are demanding it.
Still, some just stare as if you can’t see them.
Texas is having the same problem.
You can’t fix stupid, and I’ll bet the ‘no mask assess got other success problems and troubles because there is a whole parts of their thinking process not working.
So like the surprise birthday party that infected 8 people who then infected 10 more and now the grandfather is barely hanging on in the hospital …. go ahead, let’s lessen our medical costs by getting our Covid 19 sensitive people dead more sooner than later.
To the ‘no mask asses’, I’m being facetious (oops, I mean I’m kidding about the no mask)
We here might be negative or have anti-bodies already, but we still wear the masks in public to protect you, ourselves from other things you are sneezing out, and protecting your children and elderly.
I wear a different mask in my yard when I’m raking because the dust here is full of nasties. I wear another kind of mask in my shop where I finish wood, sand, and when I spray insecticide around the yard.
I worked for a spray pilot as his spotter, and have been an exterminator, and I’m still standing!
I wash my hands after my dogs rolled in the dirt and poop, and this morning all of my keyboards and stuff got the ultra violet treatment.
I had a yearly exam of my vascular system at the VA this week, and Jaime goes in for her first colon exam because of her age and she’s trying to take care of herself, so we have to be careful that she doesn’t carry anything into our out of that building this morning.
We happen to love life and want to be around longer.
And Kathy is a nurse exposed to everything in a nursing home.
We are NOT in the ICU so far.
Enough for this morning.
I do not intend to insult or talk over anybody’s head.

Last of the Peppermint Stick

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Last of the Peppermint Stick

 

Good Morning,

I can’t remember if there was an occasion that brought out this childhood joy, but I think more often than not, it happened on Lawrence Welk night!
You could see the Admiral from the small dining room table when it had the leaf on the room side flipped up and you put the back down on the first lazy boy in the small living room on 1st St.
Grandma Anna would come out of the kitchen with a cold box, presented on a tray. I don’t know why!
I think, for a grin and the drama.
I’d lean so close to watch that I had to be told to “get off the table!”
It was Neapolitan Ice Cream in a box.
A crazy time for me. These people never adventured!!!!
She’d lay that box open to the pink/chocolate/white (what my mind at that age saw)
Then, so we could bear witness, she slice it so we all get some of each color, down the middle and begin to divide it in perfectly equal portions for all of us, with always the slightly larger mistake end to the grandpa.
Didn’t care!
Seems a little strange that I should ask you if you remember Lawrence Welk night, as I sit here this morning satisfying my craving for Peppermint Stick ice cream this January 8th morning.
All of this is to remind you that Peppermint Stick ice cream is quickly disappearing with the season!
We’re on our last box, so get out there and check the shelves at your grocery!
A smart grocer would use it as a loss leader and advertise, “Last load of Peppermint Stick ice cream folks!”
And then add as a postscript.
First load of Chocolate Mint is arriving, January 14th!”
Make room! rdd

The School of Hard Puckers

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I went to take an ‘after trip’ nap and found I needed to finish putting away the basketed clothes from the dryer still on my bed.
The dryer had created static which is a nothing to me. I’m in the bedroom next to a bathroom you see.
This reminded me of a day a year or so ago when Kathy was complaining about the static in the dress she was putting on in the same bedroom and I told her to slap it up against the bathroom faucet. With questioning eyes, she did do it, and the static went to ground, and the dress hung freely.
Of course you can put it on first and then touch the faucet with your tongue if you want (or finger) and get the spark orrrrrrrrrr, just touch the garment before you put it on! lol
So, on that day she asked me how long I knew about that trick, and I said “Probably all my life!”
Then she puckered up and scolded “You mean we’ve been married all of these years, and I’ve had this same problem and you just got around to telling me?” !!!!!!!
So, now you know the story, and for all of you people that I’m married to somehow (there is more than one way to be married to women…. it’s a possession thing I think), I’m telling you now!
Touch the friggin’ garment full of static to some grounded plumbing close by before you put it on.
You have now been told.
And, if it generates it’s own static while you’re swishing, spray the dress with the magical anti-static atomized spray that is made from old plumbing parts (I guess)! LOLOLOLOL rdd

08/30/2019 Time to Harvest some thoughts.

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Good Morning.
Read the posts, read the news.
FOX stuck on the same few people again. Round and round we go.
Today, I’m thinking about American farmers.                            
I think it was triggered by the empty shelves in Florida where the hurricane preparations are taking place.
The food chain is a dynamic thing and we must be smart enough to support the farmers closest to our own. Especially when it’s under attack by ignorant politicians connected to big money and politics, and a world taught to grow things better, with our help.
I’m not there nor am I a farmer, but I drove the roads, saw the cycle of growing food supplies, met the people and went to school with the kids that were agriculturally oriented.
Each farm is a manufacturing ‘plant’ with individual style.
They maintain their own equipment with well worn hand me down tools and assimilated hand me down skills, taken for granted and carried for a lifetime no matter where they go.
The educated ones improve their land, don’t waste, don’t pollute, and think ahead constantly. From farm to farm, you can see management differences and skill, failures and successes.
I don’t live there at the moment, but I do go back to visit and am forced to re-absorb.
A little slower pace, a familiar palette for my eyes and ears, the roots that grow steeples, corn, silos, green everything that has a purposeful life circle.
I miss that!
I have to consciously downshift from my protective city attitude to recalibrate so, in a few days, I can become comfortable and enjoy a dose of real earth time, surrounded by dirt instead of concrete.
I have to say … it’s good for the heart. rdd

Ron’s World Famous Emergency Holee Guacamole Morning Toast on Sourdough

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Ron’s World Famous Emergency Holie Guacamole Morning Toast on Sourdough

 

One Jalapeno gutted and chopped ( I wear plastic gloves because I get the essence in my eyes, up my nose, and on my lips)
One Lime well squeezed
One nice size Roma tomato, gutted and chopped
Some chopped Cilantro to taste (1/2 cup)
A couple cloves of Garlic finely chopped
Green pimento Olives 1/3 cup chopped into 1/8ths.
Your choice of chopped onion but purple works well.
Fresh ground mill pepper. A touch of your salt style.
A good Bear squirt of honey.
Three fair sized, just soft, avocados, your choice (not too ripe)

Don’t fine chop anything except the garlic
De-nut the avocado and scoop the meat into a mixing bowl with a flat bottom so you can crush the avocados with a manual potato smasher. (I have a vintage Cutco smasher with the square holes … perfect! Don’t mush it all into paste so don’t over crush, leave some pea size chunks.

Now, toast your best local ‘real’ sourdough like Goldminer Cracked Wheat Sourdough, until it’s crisp but not burnt. So I toast one end and then flip it end for end in the toaster and let the heat dry it out for a minute and then toast that half until just the way I like it. Crunchy!
Butter and add a thin drizzle of raw honey on the toast.
Slather this breakfast guacamole on each half, slice in two and enjoy with your coffee or whatever.

Now Guacamole tends to oxidize a bit. Don’t worry about it. Mix it up.
By the second day of marriage in the refrigerator, I tablespoon enough breakfast Guac into those smallest 4oz. glass condiment containers from Ball, date them and freeze these servings for the rest of your week.
I nuke them for 25 seconds and then 12 to thaw them while the toast is toasting. All gets done about the same time.
When I get down to three left in the freezer, I make a fresh batch, use that for two days, freeze that and use the earliest dated ones first.
It’s actually good for you!!! LOL … Try it and let me know what you think.