I live in perpetual awe of this planet. It is an amazing life filled adventure. In Twelve Days from today, Mern and I board an Air France Jet in San Francisco and fly twelve hours to Paris. Two hour lay over and off to Prague in the Czech Republic.. Four days there, and onto Nuremberg Germany. Where we board a small river vessel of comfort and float down the Danube River stopping at Pascal, Regansburg, Vienna Austria, and end up in Budapest Hungry, for two days and then back to Paris and onto home. A new adventure awaits... Life dealt me a fine hand... I was not raised rich and privileged but I was raised in plenty. My father worked in a factory in Dayton Ohio, until I was about seven, it was inner city life. Dad saved and bought a small business that eventually made him ample cash, and we lived far better than most the world. I had my first horse at eight years old. We moved from an inner city spot to the country, and pop bought horses for he loved the equestrian life. I rode my horse named Yankee, daily. Trained for Pleasure classes in rings, and rode for miles on trails in the woods and fields of Ohio. Stop by a steam in summer and Yankee grazed or quinces his thirst in the cool streams, as I read National Geographic or Tales from the Alhambra, in natures embrace. I worked for dad every summer and after school, for I loved working. But on a few days in summer he would allow me time off to enjoy being a boy and his horse. Pop grew up poor in South Georgia, in several places, but he was a wild child and wrestled alligators for tourist in the Okefenokee Swamp for cash. Mom was a holler child, she grew up in the back woods of the mountains of West North Carolina. Mom was a spark plug, a fire ball, a strong and determined woman and she gave me a deep appreciation for the feminine principle. She also wanted her children educated and had me reading news papers by four years old, to the amazement of all our relatives. She bought encyclopedias and Great Books of the Western World and we loved them. But travel was limited to visiting relatives in the south, driving from Ohio and back I saw the Appalachian Mountains from many angles, and directions. Mom ordered National Geographic when I was ten, and I fell in love with this planet in every way. Its geography, its cultures, its environments, its animals, its life force, water ways, and mountains, fields and streams. I was in love with Earth and its peoples, and all creatures great and small.. And I swore by all that a boy holds dear, I would see this wonderful world as much as possible, and I have. But as much as I loved the planet, and have been in many places on this Earth, it was exciting, but not as fulfilling as fatherhood, brotherhood, marriage to a soul mate, and personal adventures of every variety known to man. Fatherhood was a wonderful surprise, and I am thrilled to have helped raise two sons and a daughter. Seeing the world is fantastic, but dims compared to seeing my children pop out into the world, and become viable human beings. But travel here in the USA and all over the world has taught me to be less ethnocentric, less xenophobic, and more in love with life. Life is for living, and no one should ever stop living, until living stops.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 00:53:57 +0000
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