Tales of a Handy Man
Deck we built for the Veterans Repair program.  The local coast Guard helped up

Deck we built for the Veterans Repair program.  The local coast Guard helped up

Estes park Colorado

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Angel

I met an Angel!

She seemed so human,

laughing,

giving,

needing,

touching.

She shared my feelings,

pain,

sorrow,

joy,

happiness,

and walked close beside me,

and held my hand.

I looked into her eyes

and touched her soul,

held her tight,

kissed her,

and felt born anew.

What an angel!

Truly, God’s Angel,

This beautiful Angel,

passionate,

divine,

so utterly human,

to share with a mortal like me.

Boring

How boring it must be,

for thee,

to have to sit,

and look,

into your

wondrous eyes,

hold your gentle hand

in mine,

touch your lips,

and taste your wine.

I’m boring,

boring, boring,

embraceable boring,

just waiting, wanting

to hold you,

and carry you off

to some fine place,

wouldn’t that just be boring.

I hope you’ll let me

be boring forever

with you,

For I’ll sit

by your side,

forever,

and tell you

I love you.

Mom, Dad and Becca being escorted down the Nanty.  Thanks Becca

Mom, Dad and Becca being escorted down the Nanty.  Thanks Becca

Uncle Bob of Steamboat Springs, Pike fishing in Manitoba Canada.  Fish On-Good shore lunch too
Location Barnyard Bay

Uncle Bob of Steamboat Springs, Pike fishing in Manitoba Canada.  Fish On-Good shore lunch too

Location Barnyard Bay

Seventh Heaven

A hundred thousand years ago,

before the dawn of time began,

you were there,

part of my life,

the very breath of life,

you became my own,

even before I knew you were there.

Breath of my breath

Blood of my blood,

we mingled,

became as one

From a hundred, a thousand years ago,

From before the dawn of timie,

we became as one,

We entered the womb together

and traveled the universe

We were born

knew a new life

were destined to laugh,

to love

to hold,

to cry,

to share with each other this breath of life

Today we meet again,

you touched my hand and walked with me,

you became mine,

to live and walk together.

A thousand years from now,

A hundred thousand years from now

we will be together,

joined together forever,

in a universe that is without end.

Small Indiana Town 1943

It was a time when

the choices were clear, a time of honor and courage,

it was a time of passion and sacrifices,

A time time when death was closer, so life was more precious.

This the story of two people

Swept up in that time, who met, and fell in love.

I remember,

A store, a girl, a church, and a dog named Buster, and more

It all happened in a

small, quiet, Indiana town, almost forgotten by time.

What happened

In that small Indiana town almost changed the course of time

and brought people who were most unlikely to meet together.

On a small street, in the middle of the town, a drug store, a boy and girl, shared

laughed, and held each other tight, and talked of tomorrow, talked of trust

and reflections of the future.

Time marched on

The boy and the girl went their separate ways.

The boy

became a man, accomplished great and glorious things

forgot the little Indiana town

The girl and the magic

Then one day

He decided to revisit the small town

and he walked slowly through the streets.

The school is gone and is replaced by a larger one

The church remains reflecting the immortality of the town

The girl he went to school with is also gone-gone forever

The only monument to her memory

is a street sign that bears an abstraction of their names

A monument to the memory of a legacy of love immortalized only in a street sign

this girl will remain in this small Indiana town forever

The man walked slowly back down the street and entered the drug store

where he and the girl spent many happy hours together.

All that remains of the relationship are pictures faded photographs that tell of the

feelings that once were alive, pictures that tell of a love that once was.

The man walked slowly toward the door, exits reluctantly and drives out of the

town forever

over the bridge, remembering, his dog,

Ice on the river

his love for a girl

He remembers, for that is all he can do.

Now the town slumbers again,

only to be awakened by someone else with memories

just the ghost of some memories that linger.

Fallen Confederate soldiers

At exit 104, on I-95 heading towards Washington DC in Virginia is a civil war grave. The name on the tombstone is Archibald Donahoe. It seems the grave is inside foundation of an old house. A Rebel Battle Flag has decorated the grave for a while until it gave out. I try to decorate it with a wreath every Christmas. I’ve always tried to find out who we was and did he die in battle so I gave yahoo Answers a try. Here’s what they came up with. So if you’re into civil war graves and finding out who they are give exit 104 a try, head your car to Maryland about mile and you’ll come upon a stop light, turn right go about a mile and then you come to a T road, turn left and you’ll see it. Help me clean up his grave and make nice. Archibald Donahoe Age in 1860 was 18 Birth Year approx 1842 Home in 1860-Caroline, Virginia Gender-Male Post Office-Flippos Store Household members-Name-Age Rueben Donohoe 25 Elizabeth Donohoe 65 Archibald Donahoe 18 Martha Donohoe 13 Confederate Service Served-Confederacy Regiment State/Origin: Virginia Regiment Name: 30 Virginia Infantry Regiment Name Expanded: 30th Regiment, Virginia Infantry Company: E Rank In: Private Rank Out: Private Source Ancestry.com

No man/woman is worth your tears and the only one who is, will never make
you cry.

If you love someone, put their name in a circle, instead of a heart,
because hearts can break, but circles go on forever.

Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends
listen to what you don’t say.

If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn’t jump with them,
I’d be at the bottom to catch them.

Don’t frown, because you never know who’s falling in love with your
smile!

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." ~Mother Teresa

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle."~Plato

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone,
and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Enthusiasm is contagious. You could start an epidemic!

Yesterday is the past, tomorrow is the future, today is a gift, that is
why we call it the present.