When I was five, my father began to accumulate a dairy herd for our farm. The cows were purchased a few at a time from other farms around our county, and brought home by Dad in his stock truck. They were then given names that began with the same letter of the former owner’s last name: Lena, Lana, and Lucille – I remember – came from Mr. Lane. But, lo – these many years, the other farmer’s names have slipped my memory. Of the cows acquired from them, only Beauty, Blanche, Blackie, Ruby, Sally and Sadie do I recall.


Warmly, however, I do recall the great affection my family held for our milk cows. We came to know them so well during morning and evening milking times.  Wonderfully placid were those gentle creatures. With pleasure, oft did I lean against a milk cow to press my cheek against the warmth of a furry side. No other animal on the farm gave me such a sense of heartfelt contentment and inner harmony.


Enjoyment was found in accompanying my older sisters to the pasture to bring the cows to the barn at milking time;  in helping to shut the 20 stanchions after each cow went right to her place in the barn; and in scooping feed into the long troughs that flanked the center aisle between the two rows of cows.  My initial walk between the two long rows of heads was a little scary, but on that day I learned how dependably docile cows are. Well, there were exceptions. For whatever reason, known only to Beauty, she let me and my younger brothers know she held no love for us. We just knew enough not to be caught in the barnyard alone with Beauty.


Early on, Dad, Mom, and my oldest sister milked the cows by hand – until my father bought a milking machine. Then the entire chore became my sister’s. Dutifully, she milked the cows mornings and evenings, during her last two years of high school.


Our farm was never without cats and a dog or two. A grain farm draws plenty of mice and rats.  Cats – helpful and essential in keeping down the unwanted intruders – surely earned their keep.  The most cats and kittens we ever had at one time was 17.


At milking time, the cow barn was exactly where the cats wanted to be to not miss their daily portions of milk. In their impatience to be fed, they were often at bovine hooves. Sometimes a raised hoof was unintentionally set down on a tail or paw of a too rambunctiously impatient, too trusting ….. feline. Then there would be a flurry of action:  bared claws and flailing paws accompanied by emphatic meows of vocal protest that I always likened to, “Oooowwwww! Get off, you big lummox!” The cow’s split-second reaction invariably released the trapped tail or paw whereas the cat invariably made a rocket-like exit from the barn.  As you might imagine this scene was oft played out, usually with just bruised extremities.  Less often the result was one less feline in the barn.


Any time my prankster oldest brother was helping with the stripping – finishing up to get what milk the machine missed – we three younger ones stayed out of reach should he try to squirt milk on our bare legs. What he thought fun, was no fun for us! But, the cats loved to have milk squirted their way and would even stand on their hind legs if it would help to catch more milk in their mouths. That sort of squirting, we loved to see.


The evening and morning milk was placed in dairy cans and set out front to be picked up every morning by a dairy truck. In looking back through the decades, I marvel that the milk could usually be counted on not to spoil, although, once in a while it did! Then the truck that hauled it off would bring it back, and the sour milk would then be fed to the hogs – thus not all was lost!


Some milk – as needed – would be set aside for our household, brought to the kitchen, strained, poured into a crock and allowed to set in the pantry until the cream had risen to the top. That I’d, now, throw out a carton of milk that had set overnight on the counter, seems a concern that was absent then.


A handy kitchen tool, called a skimmer, was used to skim the risen cream from off the top. The skimmer was full of holes to insure getting only the cream. For me it was a child’s delight to slide that tool beneath the cream to lift it up to put into a pitcher. Cream straight from the cows was rich, and thick enough to heap in a spoon. That’s not the way cream is viewed today.


The process of today’s homogenization breaks the cream up so fine that it doesn’t rise. Additionally – over the years – cream has continued to be thinned by the dairy manufacturing plants to meet the needs of our country’s increasing population in lieu – I suppose – of shrinking numbers of dairy farmers and to help keep down rising costs. How times change! Rich, thick cream back then was a valued farm commodity for the table as well as for sales. Higher grades of cream garnered greater profit for the farmer.  We didn’t worry about getting fat from cream and all the fried foods that found their way to tables back then.  Farm life kept us too active for pounds to accumulate!


Alas, after a few years in the dairy business, a new cow infected the herd with Bangs Disease caused by the Brucellosis bacterium, and our farm was out of the dairy business. The loss was financial and emotional as the  cows – as required by Federal law – had to be destroyed. Bangs Disease – known as Undulant Fever in humans –is a much lessened problem, today.


Afterwards, for a number of years, we kept one milk cow – Rusty, off-spring of Ruby – for family consumption. But, eventually, the milk and cream quit coming up from the barn; for a while was delivered in cartons by a milk man; and finally, was purchased at our village grocery store. I recall, as I type, the different times in following years that I heard my father, with dismay, say – after he had opened a new carton of cream and poured some into his coffee – “oh, my, they’ve thinned the cream, again”!


Back in the eighties, I frequented a health food store that, one day, had a new yogurt in stock called Brown Cow. On top was a layer of cream – obviously, not homogenized. I was delighted! Every time I stopped by, I bought Brown Cow yogurt. One day, there was no Brown Cow in the cooler, nor was there the next time. I asked Tom, the proprietor, if he was still stocking Brown Cow. He told me, “No, because most customers who took the top off the eight ounce containers while still in his store, wanted to know what that stuff was on top.” More accurately, he said they would say, “Oooooooh! What is THAT!!?”


Sadly, I acknowledged that in a lot of ways, the old way was passing. The good end to this story; however, is eventually, I did find Brown Cow yogurt again – in another store that still carries it. So, to this day, a bit of the farm is still with me!


Seven vocabulary words; a cow poem for children by Robert Louis Stevenson; and a so true to life cow poem by Robert William Service will end today’s post.


placid – undisturbed, tranquill, calm, quiet

stanchion – a restraining device fitted loosely around the neck of a cow to confine it to its stall.

docile – easy to manage

bovine – pertaining to oxen and cows, or the quadrupeds of the bovine genus

skimmer – any utensil used in skimming liquids

feline –any animal of the cat family

lieu – in place of, instead




The friendly cow all red and white,

I love with all my heart:

She gives me cream with all her might,

To eat with apple-tart.


She wanders lowing here and there,

And yet she cannot stray,

All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day.


And blown by all the winds that pass

And wet with all the showers,

She walks among the meadow grass

And eats the meadow flowers.


Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 – 1894





I love to watch my seven cows

In meads of buttercups abrowse,

With guilded knees;

But even more I love to see

Them chew the cud so tranquilly

In twilight ease.


Each is the image of content

From fragrant hours in clover spent,

‘Mid leaf and bud;

As up and down without a pause

Mechanically move their jaws

To chew the cud.


Friend, there’s a hope for me and you:

Let us resolve to chew and chew

With molars strong;

The man who learns to masticate,

With patience may control his fate

His life prolong.


In salivation is salvation:

So if some silly little nation

Should bathe in blood,

Let’s take a lesson from the cow,

And learn in life’s long gloaming how

To chew the cud.


Robert William Service (1874-1958)


Two marriages ─ and going in ─ one could say today’s title was fit for both. We know the outcome of the first. We’ve faith the second will endure.


Fourteen years have come and gone, since the world was stunned by Princess Diana’s August 31st,  1997 death.  A whole new generation is growing up with no personal memory of the automobile accident that took  Diana’s life.   My thoughts of Diana, back then, appeared in my family newsletter, published in October, 1997.  A few of those thoughts appear here along with some green font up-to-date thoughts.


I wondered if at least four factors did not doom, from the beginning, the storybook marriage of  Diana Spencer and Prince Charles:


First: the divorce of Diana’s parents that was not without considerable animosity after her mother left  for life in Australia with another man — for the excitement she wanted that was not found on a landed country estate.  Diana was six when her mother flew the coop.  To  young Diana’s emotional state of having her world turned topsey-turvey  add the sense of abandonment. As the subconscious is greatly impressed by examples and experiences, did Diana draw upon flawed examples when her own marriage began to flounder?


As they were growing up, Diana and her younger brother, Charles ─ now 9th Earl Spencer ─ assured each other that divorce in their adult lives would be no option.   Sadly, emotional scars can trump childhood dreams and plans;  fortunately,  however, Diana was a devoted and caring mother.  In this mix, perhaps she provided the right balance for her two sons.


Second, Diana was ill prepared to be a princess.  As Lady Diana Spencer and a descendant of Charles II, Diana was not a commoner, but lacked training pertaining to the life and expectations of a member of the royal family.  She was barely 20; certainly naive compared to 29 year old Kathryn Middleton whose  recent marriage to Prince William followed an eight year courtship and the support of a royal family, wiser from previous experience; and the support of her own intact family.   Charles was 12 years Diana’s senior.  Their whirlwind courtship was less than a year.


Third, Charles was hard pressed to understand Diana’s dismay that he could still continue a friendship with and still give gifts to  a previous love.  The relationship was a jolting reality that Diana could not forgive and Charles could not, did not transcend.


Fourth, cause and effect:  the emotional baggage Diana took into the marriage, combined with the disappointment of #3, led to eating disorders, suicide attempts, frequents bouts of tears, tiffs with family members and friends, extra marital affairs, divorce, striking out on her own, and a last ride in a Mercedes ─ careening out of control through a Paris tunnel.


For Diana, as is common for humans,  the turbulent divorce of her parents, the cause and effect of flawed thinking, a lack of essential knowledge and who knows what else, led to disastrous consequences.  For Diana, that thinking  included  inability to overcome  anger and resentment at, both, Charles and over zealous photographers.  In her own distress,  Diana may have unknowingly set up the fatal accident.  One can’t help but remember Princess Grace who maintained grace, graciousness, and dignity even though she knew her husband was unfaithful.


Will the Royal Family survive? I believe it will.  Diana stood firm on her desire that Prince William and Prince Harry experience the common life along with becoming learned and comfortable with the trappings of royalty.    By time of her death, they were well on their way to becoming fine young men and that they seemed to have done.   Credit, especially, Diana for straining against royal tradition in holding firm to her ideas of raising well rounded sons.


Considering that Prince Charles was trained to be  prim and proper, unemotional, bound to ceremony, and in other ways set in rigid ways of royalty, I can imagined he was much bewildered by the animosity that rose between the two.


Additionally, Diana’s  independence, strong will, sense of style, smile, charitable acts and immense popularity and rapport with the British subjects made her the focus of the press, while Charles and the royal family were pushed out of the limelight to which they were accustomed,  and out of favor with the public ─ to which they were not accustomed.   As Diana captured and continue to hold attention, along with her love/hate relationship with photographers, the royal family  at the time of her death, had already been manuerved into a precarious situation.


During the week long coverage of Diana’s death and in facing a hostile public and a media with guns turned on them, the discomfort of the royal family, particularly of Prince Charles and Queen Elizabeth ─ must have been emotionally excruciating.  But, in death,  it would appear that Diana provided them with the only way out.  The very public friction between Diana and Charles came to an unexpected end.


In just  weeks after her death, Charles appeared to be more relaxed, more comfortable in public and more his former, personable self.  In all appearances, it seemed  he had benefitted by ─ was even embracing ─the common touch and examples Diana brought to royalty.


Prince William and Prince Harry, appear well grounded and much capable of working their way through the cruel loss of their mother, and in finding continued growth under their father’s care.  Bitter experiences, in the hands of wisdom, can produce favorably – not just for those personally involved ─ but for the observers as well.  But, each must make the individual choice whether to profit or suffer by each  unwanted impact thrust upon life.


Prince William, with his Diana-like appeal, looks, and touch with the common folk has the capability to become a much beloved monarch. Diana’s breath of fresh air influence on future British rulers may well be her lasting legacy and her most important contribution to England.


Fast forward, now, to May 6, 2011 and the Story Book Marriage of Prince William and Katherine Middleton.  Times have changed.   Unlike Prince Charles who  by royal protocol was denied marriage to the love of his youth, Prince William was given the freedom of choice.   In their lengthy courtship, Prince William and Kate have established a firm bond and Kate has been given adequate opportunity to adapt to the royal family and to royal duties.   From a middle class family, the former Kate Middleton brings class, dignity, and a common sense maturity that I’m certain will allow her to conduct herself well upon the embarked royal path.


One can not – not marvel – at how promising the future looks for William and Kate.  Together, they’ve cast a marvelous sense of honor and duty to the royal household, which certainly gives reason for  Olde England to be merry again!


Diana, upon her death,  delivered to Charles two young lads who were emotionally capable of heads-up working their way through their grieveous loss.  In this manner, she  successfully brought them through to their teen-age years for Prince Charles to provide the finishing touches ─ and that he has done ─ I believe very well.  With that and with the future of William and Kate in mind, I close this post with faith that the words of Shakespeare’s storied king will hang true: “All is well ended” ─ Act V, Scene III, Line 336 from “All’s Well that Ends Well”.


They say that man is mighty,

He governs land and sea,

He wields a mighty scepter

O’er lesser powers that be;


But a mightier power and stronger

Man from his throne has hurled

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world

William Ross Wallace, 1819-1881, American poet


“If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.” Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis


“When I had my baby it was quite an event, although not an entirely blessed one. I had a twenty-two hour labor, a near cesarean, a doctor who had an allergy attack from my perfume, and a big, big baby. They don’t call it labor for nothing.” Pia Zadora – movie actress


“I never thought you should be rewarded for the greatest privilege of life.” Mary Roper Cohen, after being crowned 1958 mother of the year


“Spoil your husband, but don’t spoil your children.”      Louise Sevier Giddings-Currey ─ 1961 mother of the year


“My mother usually somehow managed, at eleven, to sit down in the red rocking chair by the window to read aloud to us. Here was the very doorsill to complete enchantment for she was as seemingly as lost as we—in whatever she was reading.  Smells of our approaching dinner filled our noses from stew pans or baking dishes; while my mother’s voice brought trooping into our kitchen all those with whom we rejoiced or suffered, admired or feared, loved or hated.”   Mary Ellen Chase, 1887-1973, American educator, teacher and writer


There was a place in childhood, that I remember well,

And there a voice of sweetest tone, bright fairy tales did tell,

And gentle words, and fond embrace, were given with joy to me,

When I was in that happy place upon my mother’s knee.

Samuel Lover, 1797-1868, Irish songwriter, novelist, painter of portraits


The Reading Mother

I had a Mother who read me things

That wholesome life to a child’s heart brings –

Stories that stir with an upward touch.

Oh that every Mother were such!


You may have tangible wealth untold,

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be—

I had a mother who read to me.

Strickland Gillian, 1869-1954, journalist, humorist, writer, poet


“As is the mother, so is her daughter.”   (Ezekiel 16:44)


“Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in circles joined in circles, since time began.”   Signe Hammer, born early 1940’s.  Daughters and Mothers/Mothers and Daughters


And now so well I know her that I know

The graciousness of her will always grow

Like daybreak in my spirit, and will be

Through all my life a radiant mystery.

Amelia Josephine Burr, 1878-1968, American poet


“Mother—that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.” T. Dewitt Talmage, 1832-1902, Presbyterian Minister


“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.” Charles R. Swindoll, 1934, Evangelical Christian pastor, author, educator, radio preacher


Before a day was over,

Home comes the rover,

For mother’s kiss – sweeter this

Than any other thing!

William Allingham, 1826-1889, Irish poet


“The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.” Henry Ward Beecher, 1813-1887, Congregationalist clergyman, social reformer, abolitionist, speaker


“Mothers hold their children’s hands a short while, but their hearts forever.” Author Unknown


Who ran to help me when I fell

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My mother.

Ann Taylor


“Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.” Stevie Wonder, American musician


“My mother said to me, “If you become a soldier you’ll be a general; if you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.” Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973, Spanish artist


“I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old Dad.”   Harry Von Tilzer, 1872-1946, song writer, composed the tune in 1911


“Yesterday morning after our weekly visit to the library, my daughter, now two and a half, spotted a group of three-and-four year olds lining up outside the building across the street and asked to follow them. Kate has been talking of nothing but nursery school ever since. Already I miss her.” Barbara Hustedt Crook, former editor of Cosmopolitan Magazine, radio announcer, co-writer of a musical


Mother tells me “Happy Dreams!” and takes away the light,

An’ leaves me lying all alone an’ seeing’ things at night.

Eugene Field, 1850-1895, American poet, known as “The Children’s Poet”


Now in my memory comes my mother,

As she used to in years agone,

To regard the daring dreamers

Ere she left them till the dawn.

Coates Kinney, 1826-1904, American lawyer, journalist, poet


“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me but I think she enjoyed it.” Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain), 1835-1910, American author and humorist


“People have asked me if I ever spanked Jack when he was a boy. I suppose it is part of the mystique surrounding the presidency that anyone who occupies the office is endowed with qualities that are extraordinary and he must have passed through childhood in a glow of virtue. I can state that this was not the case with Jack, nor was it with Bobby or Teddy or any of the others, and whenever they needed it they got a good old-fashioned spanking, which I believe is one of the most effective means of instruction.” Rose Kennedy, 1890-1995


“Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president but they don’t want them to become politicians in the process!” John F. Kennedy, 1917-1963, 35th U. S. President


“It is better to bind your children to you by respect and gentleness, than by fear.” Author Unknown


“As Mother has said so often, “Remember, wherever you are and whatever you do, someone always sees you.” Marian Anderson, 1897-1993, African-American contralto, one of most celebrated 20th century singers.


“Train up a child in the way that he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6


“The bearing and training of a child is woman’s wisdom.” Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892, English Poet Laureate


“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”   Washington Irving, 1783—1859, American writer, historian, essayist


“My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.” George Washington, 1731/32—1799


“The mothers of brave men must themselves be brave.”  Mary Ball Washington, (1708—1789), mother of George Washington


“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” Abraham Lincoln, 1809—1865, 16th U. S. President


“She was to me all that a mother could be, and I yield to none in admiration for her character, love of her virtues, and veneration for her memory.” Robert E. Lee, 1807—1870, on his mother-in-law, Mary Custis, 1788—1853; Mary Custis was  a great granddaughter of Martha Washington.


“As I approached the door about nine O’clock in the evening, I heard my mother engaged in prayer. During her prayer she referred to me, her son away God only knew where, and asked that he might be preserved in health to return and comfort her in her old age. At the conclusion of the prayer I quietly raised the latch and entered. I will not attempt to describe the scene that followed….” President James Garfield, describing his return from a youthful job as a canal bargeman. 1831—1881, 20th U. S. President


“Start over”.   Response of the mother in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, to daughter Francie’s question as the book ends.   Francie – in 1912 is age 11. She and her younger brother, are dutifully taking turns reading from the Bible each evening at the kitchen table – an on going activity throughout the book. In the last paragraph of the last page, Francie reads the last verse of the last book of the New Testament. She looks up at her mother and says; “we’ve finished, Mama. Now what shall we read?” Mama says, “start over!”


A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is a wonderful book to read, especially to your children. Skip this book ─ gyp yourself and your kids. The movie of same title, made in 1945, surely must have pleased author, Jean Smith, for it was well done.  As usual, for a first book, Smith relied upon her experiences of growing up in Brooklyn, N. Y.  The book was a huge hit when published in 1943, especially in the Brooklyn neighborhood where many still lived who knew Smith during her growing up years.


This concludes other people’s quotes on mothers. It’s not hard for me to see that times have really changed a lot since prayer was banned in public school by the Supreme Court in 1962. Even though Godless public schools continue moving our country away from prayer ─ prayer will always be a POWERFUL way of making positive affirmations.  Prayer is the ultimate success principle for the subconscious, but that’s not something the secular mind wants us to know.  Doesn’t it makes better sense to form positive thoughts in our minds than to form the devil’s words of resentments and other negative thoughts?  Forming the habit to squelch bad thinking is a gift we give ourselves.


I could not end this Mother’s Day post without tacking on my own experiences of having a mother who read to her children. As farm children in the still great depression era, seldom were we further than a mile from home. Through her stories our mother took us around the world, at times, to ancient inhabitants like those in The Odyssey and The Illiad by Homer. With  help of  marvelous characters that marched out of those pages and into our lives, she made us want to be good.


Then, the country was in a long, slow recovery and like other farm families, we lived frugally. But mother’s stories made us feel rich as kings  ─ as so adroitly conveyed by Strickland Gillilan in, “richer than I you can never be, I had a mother who read to me”.


Princess Di and new bride Kate have been moved to later in the week.





April brought many reader’s comments – lovely comments ─ to help dispel April’s chill.   I much appreciated the ones that were sincerely written from the heart.  For this post, I selected and edited some that best lent themselves to easy/quick replies. Regretfully, time did not allow more than appears here. I thought readers would enjoy seeing what others said.  Each comment addressed is followed by the post from which it was written:


Hazel: “Insightful article. I wish everyone could write like you. I have bookmarked your site…..” {The Night of the Sonic boom}.



Thanks, Hazel. You’re a doll! I’m glad you will be coming back. I must say and am glad to say my writing has improved over the decades. I’ve found “delete”, “cut”, and “paste” to be wonderful helpers in stream-lining writing.   I’m, also, a bear when it comes to superfluous words. If they detract – OUT they go!   That means lots of honing before publishing.


Raymond: “Whoa! This weblog is fantastic. I love studying your articles”. {The Timeless Principle Behind Susan Boyle’s Success}


Thanks, Raymond. As a long time Master Key student, I’ve accumulated enough to share in regards to how thought processing can be beautifully honed, and how the subconscious picks up on it, and benefits from it.  In that way our lives change for the better. “The Timeless Principle …” post is just a forerunner of what will appear in future postings. All across the board, quality counts!


Karen: “Pretty! This was a really wonderful post. Thank you for your provided information.” {Britain’s Got Talent – Susan Boyle}



Thanks, Karen.  You’ve put a smile on my face, but credit Susan Boyle for being such a swell subject.



Swtor: “Thanks for sharing excellent information. Your site is very cool.” {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Swtor. You are certainly welcome. “Cool” is such a lovely compliment!


Wynajem: “Hey, very cool blog!! Man .. Beautiful .. Amazing .. I am happy to find numerous useful information here.”  {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Wynajem. Here’s my goal:  To keep the posting useful, informative, upbeat, entertaining, constructive and worthwhile so that you will enjoy coming back often ….. or even better, regularly.


Sirus: “Keep the faith, my Internet friend. You are a first-class writer and deserve to be heard.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Sirus. I love that: “keep the faith” ….. all of us …. and do well – all part of the Master Key message – and scriptural, too! Corral those thoughts! Make them march, and do well – all of us!  Out with humdrum!  In with zest!


Dijeta: “Thank you for information. Your site is good.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Dijeta: Good information can come easily; sometimes not. If it is not handed to us and we want it, we hunt for it. That can make it more precious by far – when we finally find it. But, in “Night of the Sonic Boom”, no hunting was necessary. It was handed to me in the still of the night. Then it sat on hold for decades!


Cloud Server: I have wanted to write something like this on my webpage and this has given me an idea. Cheers. {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Cloud Server. I presume you meant responding to comments on your webpage. I can tell you that it is certainly an enjoyable activity, perhaps it will end up being an occasional post.


Marcelino: “I’m impressed, I must say. Actually rarely do I encounter a weblog that’s both educative and entertaining, and let me tell you, you might have hit the nail on the head. Your thought is excellent; the difficulty is something that not enough persons are speaking intelligently about. I am very joyful that I stumbled throughout this in my search for one thing referring to this.” {An August Cat Saga}


Thanks, Marcelino. Gracious! I believe you’ve made my day. Nothing is so gratifying, I think, as to know a good difference has been made and one’s efforts are approved. If making a good difference was not a big part of this blog, I’d have no reason to continue.  If a difference had not been made for one struggling mother cat and four kittens, there would have been no celebratory story.


Willard: “I delight in this post. God Bless you man. Have a nice day. Bye!” {The Timeless Principle Behind Susan Boyle’s Success}


Thanks, Willard! YOU are tops!  God bless you, too.  And may your nice days be many!


Jc Laurie: “I just started reading and I’m glad I did. You’re an excellent blogger, one of the most effective that I’ve seen. This weblog surely has some info on subjects that I just wasn’t aware of. Thanks for bringing it to light.” {How I Finally April Fooled Dad}


Thanks Jc ….. you’re surely welcomed. I, too, am glad you “just started reading…” Come back often! There are wonderful topics ahead, just begging to be set into words.


Fotografia: “Just wanted to say that I have really enjoyed browsing your blog post.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Fotografia. That’s music to my ears – knowing you’ve enjoyed the browsing.  Your comment makes me want to do better, even.  That’s the ticket – everyone helping each other up the ladder.


Bea: “Pretty nice post! I just stumbled upon and wanted to say that I have really enjoyed surfing around …. I hope you write again very soon.” {An August Cat Saga}


Thanks, Bea. I shall endeavor to write more consistently, more often, and “again very soon”.  Please!  Surf here often!


Jammie: “ This is one awesome blog. Great!” {February Celebrates Births of Three Great Presidents}


Thanks, Jammie: You have me smiling from ear to ear! I loved writing about February’s three greats and I loved reading your comment.


Reddington: “You are a very smart individual!” {Responding to Responses to My Post”}


Thanks Red: As beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I couldn’t help but chuckle in seeing your generous words.  I’m positive that I’ve had many on-line conversations with computer techs who must surely think that I’m dumber than a box of rocks.   …….. I’d much rather chat with you!


Tedkirke: “Wow, incredible weblog structure! How long have you ever been running a blog for? You make it look easy.” {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Tedkirke. This is my first website. My first post on this site was back on December 18, 2010. It sure wasn’t so easy acquiring the blog know-how, but I am enjoying the blogging.  My posts are a combination of my personal experiences, my penchant for researching interesting topics, and especially, my desire to contribute constructively to younger generations some of what I acquired from the generation above me. That’s what each generation is supposed to do!


Most of all, my posts are reflective of my being home schooled in World Literature prior to first grade.  {Bells & Whistles – my 1st post}  I don’t believe that my mother, who taught high school Latin and English, could have gotten her kids off to a better start.  For any parent who feels ill prepared in that area, I suggest this wonderful book by former Secretary of Education, William Bennett:  circa 1990”s –  “The Book of Virtues: A Treasury of Great Moral Stories.”


Telegrafi: Thank you for the sensible critique. I’m very glad to see such wonderful info being shared freely out there. {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Telegrafi. I think I’m safe to say on this blog, that “sensible” came from the adults in my youth who made sure I learned scripture from the Judeo-Christian Bible. To share “sensible” freely is scriptural: “give and ye shall receive”. In my book sensible that is shared freely beats money shared freely because sensible – if respected – will always stay with us, but money goes! “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.” (Luke: 6:38 – King James Bible)


Alba: “Outstanding blog post, I look forward to reading more.” {An August Cat Saga}


Thanks, Alba. I’ll endeavor to make your returning worth while. I’m aiming at more frequent and more consistent postings, and I’m committed to quality. Like ‘sensible’, it stands on the firm ground of scripture.


Camilla: “Each bird loves to hear himself sing.” {How I Finally April Fooled Dad}


What a lovely phrase, Camilla! Yes, I guess I was a bird that day, loving the experience of April fooling dad for the first and only time ever! Even though Dad looked chagrinned at this new experience of being April fooled by one of his kids, the memory makes me want to break out in cheerful chirps!


Catalog: “Wow! I found this place on Yahoo poking around for something else entirely, and now I’m going to need to go back and go through all the old material. So much for free time today! I think this is a really good site. You definitely have a fabulous grasp of the subject matter and explain it great.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Cat: Love your compliment. I shall gaily allow myself to think your free time was well used. Indeed, in poking around on the internet one never knows what one might find! I found a great site yesterday on End Time Bible Prophecy: Generous and informative!


Dominacja: “Hey – nice website, seems a pretty overnice document you are using. I’m currently using WordPress for a few of my sites but thinking to change one of them over to a structure same to yours as an experiment run.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks, Dominacja. Blue Host is my website host. The theme is Atahualpa, and WordPress is my blogging platform. Scroll all the way down, and you will see WordPress and Atahualpa.


Markowe: “I am extremely impressed with your writing skills and also with the layout on your blog. Is this a paid theme or did you customize it yourself? Anyway keep up the nice quality writing, it is rare to see a nice blog like this one nowadays.” {The Night of the Sonic Boom}


Thanks Markowe: I appreciate your kind words and am glad you like the layout. Credit for the layout, though, goes to WordPress and the Atahualpa theme. WP has many themes to choose from and you can download more than one. Hopefully, one day, I’ll know enough to get into customizing.


Tammy: “I appreciate your wordpress design, wherever did you get a hold of it from? Thank you in advance!” {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Tammy: I’m glad you like the design. For more information, visit, the source of my Atahualpa theme and which provides server space for the files that make up my website.


Imbrogno: “I enjoyed reading your blog & I must congratulate you …. This is a work of art!” {How I Finally April Fooled Dad}


Thanks, Imbrogno. But, really, Art didn’t contribute one bit …. Ha, ha, just kidding!  I very much appreciate your compliment.


Spikes: I would just like to let you know how much I learn from your website Bookmarked book! Be back fast for some more good articles! {Britain’s Got Talent – Susan Boyle}


Thanks, Spikes: I shall return at least once before the weeks out. I was able to see the British Royal wedding last week and thought it top notch all across the board. My next post will center on contrasting Di and Kate.


Jack K: Susan Boyle’s now so famous she gets to have her waxwork in the famous Madam Tussauds – we have a lot to blame Simon Cowell for apparently …. LOL! {Britain’s Got Talent – Susan Boyle}


Thanks, Jack. You are so right! LOL, for real! My, oh, my ….. did Simon ever pour on the sarcasm, but Susan stood her ground like an iron battle ship. At that point – with that knowing gleam in her eye – she won me over BIG TIME! Collectively, around the world, me thinks viewers must surely have then been thinking: Yeaaaaah, Susan! How many times had she already been through it? First the taunts … then the awe! Indeed, yeaaaaah, Susan! A MORE beautiful example of how to graciously get past those dreaded moments does not immediately come to mind – if there IS one!


Nanhai-tensteps: “hooray; your writings are theater and much missed! {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Nanhai-tensteps. You make me feel pleased as punch! I think I shall take a break and do a nifty two-step. I will try to post oftener.


Rubin: “I enjoy what you may have done in this article. I enjoy the section in which you mention you are doing this to supply back. Nonetheless I’d personally imagine through all the comments that this is doing the job for you too.”  {Bells and Whistles}


Thanks, Rubin: You sure got that right! I’ve still a lot of supplying back … to do …. am enjoying it immensely, and am delighting in those whose comments are supplying back to me! Bells and Whistles – both ways! Can’t beat it! As I said of my mother, in that first post on December 18, 2010, “I’m positive she is looking down (from heaven) with a serene smile and an approving eye”. Do come back, and often!


Carry: “I really love reading these blogs. It helps one to learn more of all things around… And gives one confidence.. “ {Killed a King: Killed by a King}


Thanks, Carry: I think you are probably referring to the two blogs on Susan Boyle, which have made a hit, here. I’m very happy about that. I’m hoping you loved reading about kings of England. I love passing on the interest of British history that my mother gave to me. As Mom said, “you can’t make up stories that beat real life English historical happenings.”


Thus, life goes on – passed from one generation to the next. Fie on us if we drop the ball in any way that needs continuing down! It grieves me that in some ways the ball DID get dropped starting at the end of the sixties. Lately, though, it appears as if people are starting to pick it up. Just as it would be a great travesty for our youngest generation to inherit a crippling national debt, it would be a great travesty to let these young folks inherit an impoverished spiritual mind. It doesn’t have to be.


Darrell: “This is a pretty good blog and I am surprised that there isn’t a members section….”  {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Darrell: I like your suggestion. Actually, I’ve been pretty slow on the extras. In “Please Bear with me is My Plea” that I posted on December 21, 2010, I wrote, “as in no way am I tech savvy.” But, I’m getting there. I appreciated your information on a members section. You are among several that have informed me of different things I might add. In time, I shall — at least hope to.


Someone asked if I was on linkedin. No, not that or any other professional network – appears I’m still in the dark ages!  But, give me time. I learned to type on a manual typewriter. By technology back then, our brains were not wired for today’s technology which makes a world of difference and makes for us – laborious learning.  Sweat!  Sweat!  Get my picture?

I received from several readers that the pictures from my site did not load well on their computers or other similar problems. I don’t know why that is and wish it wasn’t. I did speak with a WordPress tech person and was told – after he checked my site – that it wasn’t caused by either WP or my site. Perhaps someone reading this could offer possible causes. The tech guy did suggest it may be a browser issue which would require adjusting security settings on those computers that are having trouble in loading. He said to click Tools then options. I’m not sure what next, however, for at that point someone was knocking at the front door.


Koha: Hello there, I found your site by the use of Google while looking for a comparable topic, your site came up, and it seems good. I’ve bookmarked it in my Google bookmarks.  {Thanks for the Messages}


Thanks, Koha. You’re not alone in having found my site through Google. Traffic, here, is picking up – but, I think, mainly ─ from those who are sharing that my blog exists.  I’ve been told that it is important to post regularly –two or three times a week, at least – in order to get much noticed by Google.  Only once, have I found my site through Google.  I’m not sure how others have.


Originally, I envisioned this site for both parents homeschooling their children and for parents who send their children to public or parochial schools. As laid out in my first post, “Bells and Whistles”, it was not to be a site with curricula for the day’s school work, but the extras that more and more have fallen by the wayside from various causes.

In these early months, it appears my posts have found appeal for some from the last several, publicly educated generations of American students. In that period of time, the foundation of our educational system has been gradually transformed from spiritual to secular. The appreciation I’ve received at pleasures me greatly and gives even greater impetus for producing a substantial blog. I’m optimistic. Time will tell.

This concludes today’s post. Although it took me a lot longer than I thought it would, I enjoyed every minute of it.  I’ve no doubt that it will prove to be of intrinsic value to the conservative mind.

As mentioned somewhere in one of my above responses, my next post, will be in analyzing and contrasting Princes Di and royal bride – Kate – newest member of British Royalty. Until then: Bye, bye!

Today’s vocabulary words and brief descriptions:

superfluous – not needed, unnecessary; irrelevant
circa – about; used before an approximate date or figure
chagrin – to cause to feel chagrin; embarrass and annoy; mortify
gaily – in a gay manner; happily, merrily
penchant – to incline; a strong liking or fondness; inclination
impetus – the force with which a body moves against resistance,
intrinsic – belonging to the real nature of a thing