Before television, April Fools Day was a day to have some fun in catching others unaware.  The fun was especially in trying to fool Mom and Dad, who never failed to “get us”.  It was their day’s first priority, and since they were up first they had time to prepare for April Fooling us kids.

My earliest memory of being fooled is being told my shoelace was untied.  By the time I was five, Dad could no longer fool me on that one.   One morning my mother was ready with a new and good April Fools.  We lived on a farm, where the fences – everyone’s fences − were held together by bailing wire.  Well, that was said with tongue in cheek, though it bears a certain amount of truth. This was in the nineteen forties when impact of the 1929 depression still kept money scare for farmers – at least in my neck of the woods.  Consequently, the cows were always getting out through weak places in farm fences patched with bailing wire.  Then we’d all fly into action to get them back into the barnyard.  Then Dad would use more bailing wire to mend the fence. 

On one particular morning, my mother came to the foot of the stairs and called up those familiar words, “Kids, get up!  The cows are out!”  Within the moment, we were fairly tumbling down stairs finishing pulling on clothes and buttoning up.   There stood mother, serenely smiling and saying, “April Fool”.  She was able to spring that one on us for several years; it was easy.   “The cows are out”, was a call for reflexes –first – before the brain could get a start. 

Daddy loved to fool us.  One April Fool’s morning three of us kids were up before Carolyn.  Dad was trying to think of a good one for her.  Finally, he said, “I know!  When she comes through the door, I’ll grab her and say, “Why, this girl has the measles!  Well, my two brothers and I couldn’t wait for Carolyn to get up.  We thought it was a swell April Fools.  

When she came in, Dad was standing by the kitchen pump at the wash up sink, and he grabbed her and said, “Why this girl …… why this girl …. and the three of us waited and wondered:  “Why doesn’t he say it?”  Finally, Dad said, “Why this girl ….. really does have the measles!”  And she did!  Guess that April Fools joke was on Dad, instead.

I was at the end of my childhood before I got an April Fool’s on Dad, one morning after breakfast.  My brothers had already gone down the lane to catch the bus to school.  I was 18 and in my first year at a nearby junior college.  That semester I had all my classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  April Fool was on a Tuesday or a Thursday.

Mother had started out the kitchen door with a coal bucket of ashes.  The dump truck was stuck in the mud in the horse barnlot to the left,  and the stock truck was to the right at the foot of the yard.  Dad was sitting at the table, shaking tobacco into a tabacco paper.  He told my mother to take the ashes down and pour them under the wheels of the truck because it was stuck in the mud.

I did not think she quite understood so watched out the window to see which way she would go.  Sure enough, she turned right on the sidewalk towards the lane, which is where the stock truck was parked.  I had been sitting in a chair trying to think of a good April Fools joke for Dad.  The previous fall, an older sister had bought a used television for our family – our first, which is why no one had April Fooled anyone.  Already, because of that television, our way of life was changing.

So, when Mother turned in the wrong direction, she created the perfect April Fool to pull on Dad!  After about 15 seconds I said, “Dad, she didn’t understand you.  She’s going the wrong way.”  He said, “Tell her”.  I went to the screen door.  It was a pretty day and the inside door was open.  I said, “Uh oh!  He said, “WHAT?  “I said,  “She’s pouring the ashes out in the yard!”  Dad got up so fast, he almost knocked over the chair.  Then he took several quick steps and as he was going through the door to the porch, he was yelling, “Hey, hey, hey!  What are you doing?”

Half way down the yard was Mother.  Bucket in hand, she turned, serenly, to look at him.  By this time I was so tickled, I could barely squeeze out, “April Fool’s, Dad!”  He didn’t say a word.  Just gave me a chagrined look, went back in, sat down and finished rolling his cigarette.  The memory is rather dear to me for several reasons.  First, it is the only time I was ever able to get an April Fools on Dad.  Plus, he and Mom, who had yearly fooled us kids – unbeknownst to each other set it all up for me– beautifully. 

That was the end of April Fool fun for my family.  Television changed the way we used our minds and our time.  Instead of playing games, playing cards, or reading, in the evening, we watched television.  I wonder what all the rest of my life would have been like if television had never come along.


The following responses to my posts wound up in my spam mail box, which indicates they were computer generated; but, hey – I say there are some smart computers out there! So, here are some oldfashionedhomeschooling responses:


Said newyork:  “haha this was one funny post.  I laughed when I read it.”   (An August Cat Saga) 

That’s good for both of us, newyork.  The soul likes to be happy, and is made happy in countless ways – by laughter, by bringing mirth to another, giving and receiving, and bon accord exchange of thoughts.  We did that!  Sounds like we’re doing OK!  Thanks for sharing.


Said Sz138:  “Man if i ever saw two raccoons fighting over a blog it would be this one, nicely done my friend. Keep it up.   (Britains Got Talent – Susan Boyle)

Shucks, Sz138,   you’ve got me chuckling.  Thanks!.  Speaking of raccoons, we had quite a large one forging for food last night, out back.


Said Quiz:  “Excellent read, I just passed this onto a colleague who was doing a little research on that. And he actually bought me lunch because I found it for him smile So let me rephrase that: Thanks for lunch!”

Computer generated or not, Quiz, your cleverness caught my fancy.  Your colleague bought you lunch and I had a part in it?  Cool!


Said z.y:  “You most certainly have made this website into something that is eye opening and essential.”

Thanks, z.y.  I’m pleased you think so.  I promise to do my best to keep my blog a worthwhile stop.  Stop by often!


Said: k.w.  “Its like you read my mind! You seem to know so much about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you could do with a few pics to drive the message home a bit, but instead of that, this is great blog. A fantastic read. I will definitely be back.” 

 I read your mind?  Oh, quite the contrary, k.w.!  You’ve read MY mind!   I presume you meant “An August Cat Saga” for which I’ve lined up a talented young artist to do the pictures.  She’s just started a new job. Hopefully, and not too far down the road,  “An August Cat Saga” will be available on my site as an e-book.  And you are going to “be back?” – teriffic!


Said Vila:  “*Aw, this was a really nice post. An idea I would like to put in writing like this  additionally – taking time and actual effort to make a very good article… but what can I say… I procrastinate a lot and by no means seem to get something done.”

I wonder, Vila, if procrastinating is not the most common habit shared by humans.  One thing I think, is certain;  we don’t so easily put off the things we love to do – I’m betting it is the same with you.  Try picking up a pen every day and writing just a paragraph.  Make it a habit.  Every day – just one paragraph.  Be creative!

Have you ever primed a pump?  Pouring a little water into the top of the pump when pumping wasn’t bringing the water up, did the trick in the old days.  Just a little water poured down  would bring water up to fill the pail, or glass; but, of course you had to pump as the water was going down.

Putting a few words on paper is kind of like priming the mind.  Write a sentence and see where it takes you.  If you really want to write, start by priming the mind.  Get that old subconscious to kick in for it is the “source of ideals, of aspiration, of the  imagination, and  is the channel through which to recognize our Divine Source and to come into an understanding of the source of power¹.” 

 Make it a point to write one paragraph a day.  Your subconscious  just might  surprise you and start leading the way.  If you wake up with a great idea — get up, immediately and write it down.  If you wait until you are ready to get up, I’m betting the idea will be GONE – forever!  It’s as if God is saying, I gave you the idea, you ignored it.  I’ll take it back!  But, when I learned to get right up and at my computer, the old brain was still primed – plenty.  Check it out and let me know if it works for you.

  If any of these respond – I’ll do more in the future.

¹ “The Master Key” by Charles F. Haanel, Part Two.


Today’s post, specifically, is addressed to all who’ve managed to find my site; especially  those who have left personal messages.  Forgive me for being a month absent from my blog, and from not having responded to messages, and for bearing with me – which was my plea back on December 21st, 2010.  The plain and simple truth is I’m just an old fogy (old fashioned and highly conservative) who learned to type on a manual typewriter a long time ago – back when brains were wired for a simpler way of life. 

Let me memorize and recite a poem or the Gettysburg Address; or go back in time 50 years and get the cows up at milking time – I’m happy.   For me, such is a cup of tea; but knee deep in computer technology – quite plainly – is not where I yearn to be.   Most likely I shall always want it to be like once was: buy an electrical apparatus, file the instructions or pitch them.  Plug in the radio, or fan, or whatever, and turn it on.  Tune in a station, set the fan on low, medium or high, etc. and go on with all the other things the day held in store.

But, now, instruction manuals are a mix of English and gibberish!  Spend an hour or half a day reading and learn practically …… NOTHING!  Well, perhaps I exaggerate a trifle, but, oh, how I miss the simplicity of before computers and digital gadgets!  Now, if I can just learn how to hear what I recorded once – several years ago on my new digital recorder that a tech employee talked me into buying when all I really wanted was the old type of recorder!  Well, you know the old adage:  “live and learn”.

For those comments that specifically required my reply – my apology in not getting the job done.  If you are still on board, please send me the same again, and let me acquit my conscience by doing it right – this time.

I was heartened by the many responses to “The Timeless Principle Behind Susan Boyle’s Success”.  There will be more posts on that same venue as that is the subject most dear to my heart; and the one in which we as humans can become so immersed – woefully or happily.   

Of course we want our immersion to be one of great satisfaction.  That’s where we desire to spend our lives.  We don’t want to feel as if our lives are being bushwhacked by misery at every turn.  If misery is our lot in life, it is because we have allowed it by how we have reacted to our own unique life experiences. 

But, really, the choice is ours.  All we have to do is rewire our subconscious minds – if they have been sabotaged by secular thinking.  Rewiring the subconscious actually is a very conscious activity; once the awareness is acknowledged and the knack is acquired, life can start opening up to bring our heart’s desires as the subconscious is trained to more and more take rightful control of our lives.         

The world wants, and waits for right thinking.  So, stay on board – “the best is yet to come!”

Messages thus far received have easily divided into two distinct categories.  Obviously, some are intended to attract traffic back to the originating site.  Many of those are written in a manner that identifies them as computer generated – by odd placement of words much like those of one just learning the English language.  Whether computer generated or sincerely written – I’ve read every message, over time, and just a few minutes ago – alas,  managed to delete all of them without intending too. 

The other category of comments – which totals not as many as computer generated – were sincere and heartfelt people comments on different ones of my posts.  They were heartfelt sent, and on this end – have been heartwarming and appreciatively received.  Especially, do I request: keep the people comments coming and keep in mind: ‘though I am an old fogy, I am a people person.  Sincerity makes a big hit with me.

Some of the latter comments plaintively said, “answer me” and that I intended to do.  I promise to do better in the future.  However, as I said on December 21st, bear with me.   I think, finally, I’ve caught on enough to be more consistent and to not get halted by tech difficulties and life’s unexpected interruptions – such as March was full of.    

On Monday next, I shall post what could have more timely been posted yesterday.  It is another memory from my long ago youth – a treasured memory of the ONE time that I was able to fool my father on April Fool’s Day.  So, if you like to see the law of balance applied at least once in a while, then, stop in on Monday morning, April 4th to see How I – Finally – April Fooled Dad. 

Today’s ending verse comes from a long poem, “Rabbi Ben Ezra”, by Robert Browning which I found by googling “the best is yet to be”.  The line – remembered from high school Literature class just popped into my mind – a few paragraphs up as a fitting end to today’s post.   It comes from a long poem by Browning. 

Twelve vocabulary words are listed from today’s post.  Keep in mind that a child’s acquiring a good vocabulary cultivates the mind.  Teaching children to love learning useful new words helps pave the way through life in a more expedient way and brings culture to their mental processing.  Some of the words may seem difficult for younger children.  Offer them anyway to give them opportunity to at least begin developing an affinity to them.  Then, let them select what they want to learn, use, and retain.  But, of course, make sure they at least hear each word spoken, and hear each used in a sentence.  Older children can look the words up in a dictionary and help convey enthusiasm in the household by using the words at opportunity throughout the week. 















Rabbi Ben Ezra


Grow old along with me!

The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith, 'A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
by Robert Browning (1812-1899)

Born in England, Browning’s education was mostly acquired from the 6000 book library of his banking clerk, father.  His mother, a devout evangelical Christian; also, was an accomplished pianist.  Learn more by googling: “grow old along with me” by Robert Browning,