There is an old saying a picture is worth a thousand words. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_picture_is_worth_a_thousand_words
I will use some of each to try to make my point as I unload my heavily burdened, troubled mind.
Our country was founded on and most people my age were taught conservative principles, you saved for a rainy day, you purchased only things you needed. There was nothing wrong with looking at wish books, or catalogs and not buying anything. We have evolved to a point where everything seen, we feel must own. This didn’t happen overnight, or by strictly our own actions, we were programed for it by the powers that control the nation’s economy. Profits must have been moving too slow for them in the 1960s and 70s so they devised credit cards. To start out they were used mainly to purchase more expensive items on time. As the years have passed and computer technology gotten better, advertising, robot calls, subliminal messages, etc. and through a constant media barrage, we are made to believe we must purchase everything we see.
Now people even use credit cards at the fast food drive-up windows and pay high interest on the hamburger they eat, if their debit card spending runs over that might be a very expensive hamburger. I get indigestion thinking about that one.
This no worry, tomorrow will never come, just make the minimum payment, don’t think about interest building up, has created credit card debt that is alarming. When added to the national debt sooner or later the collapse of the nation is inevitable. The working person has become a slave to the economic system and controllers of the wealth. Factories closed here to import items from overseas because they could be made with cheap labor. The American worker produced a quality item when he was allowed to work but management thought he wanted too much pay, so jobs were moved overseas.
Almost everything you buy today is worthless but still costs a lot, most imported items are junk. That was all done in the name of the bottom line, or profits, so now we have a society without jobs but lots of credit cards.
At the rate the computer industry is progressing in this world it’s not going to be very long before it sucks the heart and the lifeblood out of many nations. There was a time in the United States of America when people were told “pull yourselves up by your own bootstraps” you are responsible for yourself, don’t expect handouts. Now the leaders of the powers that be tell people we would rather have you barefoot and in slavery. We’re going to give you all the credit cards you want, when you start slowing down on your spending, we will give you free interest for a few years. You will be groomed and ready for the new virtual world wide monetary system, ready for the new robotic work force that resembles human forms.
The computer makers wisely built enough difficulty into their hardware and applications so most people cannot run them anymore. That created a need for help sites, or technical support. The corporations again used low cost overseas help for this Technical Support. The person needing help can’t understand what these foreigners are saying but that seems to make no difference. The corporations created their own monster. The low paid foreign tech support gang turned around and started their own moneymaking schemes by scamming people while still pretending to be part of the Corporation. Todays you don’t know if you’re being scammed or getting tech help from the Corporation. That is now reaching the point of impossibility. The companies turn around and blame it on passwords that are nearly impossible to reset. If you are old fashioned and don’t do text messaging, you cannot communicate with their computers to change your password. They can send you an audio code but by the time you answer your phone all you hear is “goodbye” They cannot seem to tell their computer to pause and wait for you to answer before giving the code slower. It’s impossible to reset a password by having the code sent to you verbally, you would do better pushing a log chain. At the rate the electronic giants are going they’re creating many more monsters every day. Computer games are about the only thing that will be left for people to use. Everyone can soon just strap on a virtual reality headset, pretend to be a robot and completely close out all human virtues.
Every city, village, town, hamlet and wide spot along the highway is full of storage units, that prompted one entrepreneur to build portable units that he would deliver to your house. If you’re living in a $250,000.00 home, it’s rather ugly to have a storage unit sitting out by your driveway.
If everybody does, they will get used to it in time. That big storage box must be taken somewhere probably haul it out to the desert area of the country. That would cost you extra shipping, an alternative might be just to purchase your items and have them delivered to your storage shed in the desert. You won’t be able to touch them or look at them, but they will still be yours and that seems to be the goal. A need to acquire as many things as possible while we are still alive.
The most destructive thing the computer brought us was social networking. It is a great thing to keep track of a cousin in California or aunt in Poughkeepsie. The problem is everything that is put on the social networks gets received as the gospel truth. That was like a huge green light to politicians. It had to get used for political gain. Social Networking became the most divisive thing so far to destroy our democracy. People use it to destroy others with lies. This unconscionable deed appears to be splitting the nation right down the middle.
Every place you go today people have an ear Bud in one ear with sound blasting into their brain, and a cell Phone jammed up against the other ear. There must be a lot of very important telephone calls to be made today. One thing is certain, with all this loud sound blasting into people’s ears the next generation is going to need some powerful hearing aids to make up for the loss of hearing.
The Internet could be a great thing for spreading Democracy in this hurting, wanting, hungry world. What this world needs most of all is kindness, I have no idea where they are going to get something as rare as that. How the cyber world is used will be the deciding factor. If it is allowed to be operated by hoodlum politicians, pornography purveyor’s or the newest thing coming out of a cyber cloud the gambling interests.
I recall a saying “you are what you eat.” My thought is, “you are what you think, do, and say.”
This Alice in Wonderland Cyber World we’re living in is all trying to be brought down by enemy nations. The countries with the power are all working to find ways to sabotage the other’s cyber space. Without harming their own. The one to develop, that capability could be the new world power. The chances are a cyber war would be almost as devastating as a nuclear war, without fallout. It would leave the enemy helpless but in a way that might be a blessing, if we all had to go back 100 years and live as our pioneer forefathers did when they first came, they didn’t even have electricity. People would have to help each other again as they have always done through the centuries. The creator of this Universe has the power to create a solar storm that could wipe out the cyber activity of all nations. In the 1870s a solar storm was strong enough, so Telegraph operators felt the voltage come through their Telegraph lines. A storm of that magnitude today could damage a lot of computer systems. We think we have the answers to everything. We are just here visiting.
Misawa Air Base Japan was my home from October of 1960 to August of 1962. I was assigned to the 45th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, “Polka Dots” and became the Crew Chief on RF-101C (56-080). Someone from our photo lab took this picture of me shortly after arriving at the base in 1960.
This was a 60-day temporary duty assignment to Thailand named the ‘Able Mable Project’. I was in that first group.
The first 45th pilots to fly the Able Mable Missions out of Don Muang Royal Thai Airport.
If I had reenlisted and stayed, I might have learned the language a lot better by now. There are many fond memories of Misawa, the base and the town. Nickle beer and footlong hamburger night at the Airmen’s Club. The entrepreneurs of AP Alley. There was a Great golf course too, I won a trophy in the Commanders Cup Tournament in 1961. Shortly before departing Japan we made a once in a lifetime trip up to Lake Towada, a truly memorable experience, part of me will always remain there and at Misawa.
It was like leaving home when orders came to ship out. I would love to come and visit everyone but that is now impossible so I will let this blog post do the visit for me. I hope someone enjoys reading it.
Agriculture had a very slow start in the grasslands of North America. The land was covered with grasses that have developed dense, course and extremely, strong root systems. Nature developed a perfect building material for the early pioneers. They were blessed with a product that did not need to be transported into the area. The first homes were built with large strips of sod. It took a plow that was sharp enough to cut through it. Those grassy roots made a solid building block. to work with. That root system developed over the centuries because of a constant, strong, bitterly cold freezing North wind in winter. In the summer months, those roots became hardened by a southerly flow of blistering, hot, burning, dry, South wind from the equator. The root system had to be strong for any grass to survive under those conditions, it also got exposed to flash flooding and pouring rains, like a cow peeing on a Flat Rock.
The first pioneers attacked that sod with a small one bottom plow and a pair of oxen. It took men with good strength to hang onto the two handles on the back of that one bottom plow. He also had to get it started into the ground and then hold on tight while trying to keep it plowing straight as the oxen pulled it forward through the grass. That plow had to be sharpened many times a day to cut through those heavy roots.
You can imagine at the end of the day what was going through the farmer’s mind. Why didn’t I stay on that good job in the copper mine back in Michigan? Better yet, remained in Finland, without a care in the world. Well, what’s done is done try to make the most of it. Wouldn’t be so bad if there was something besides water in the jug at the end of the field.
We must all give thanks every day for the pioneers who came and stayed. They suffered and sacrificed some worked themselves to death with primitive equipment. They did that for love of family and the future generations. Thanks to them we prosper and have good lives today.
(The oxen Larry and Lulu were overheard talking in the barn.)
Larry / I’m so tired, doubt if I’ll get any sleep tonight. I can’t even see what we’re eating, he kept us working till dark.
Lulu/ Well I’m a little bit tired too, you started slacking off in the afternoon and he cussed at me. I don’t like that, you better start pulling your share of the load.
Larry/ I guess we do work better as a team.
Lulu/ Duh…. I would hope so!
Larry/ Well, at least tomorrow is Sunday, I can sleep.
Lulu/ No its not, tomorrow is Saturday, your getting senile.
Larry/ I’m going to be sick, I was counting on resting tomorrow.
Lulu/ I heard the farmer telling his wife he was going to get an early start in the morning, about sunrise, we better get to sleep. You didn’t hear that? See your hearing is going too!
Larry/ I can’t sleep my muscles are so sore. I can’t take much more of this!
Lulu/ There is no retirement program. Quit complaining and get to sleep. We got a long, hard day tomorrow.
Larry/ Tries to get close to Lulu
Lulu/ Stay on your side of the stall Larry, if you’re too tired to work you’re too tired for everything, so just don’t touch me.
My grand-father Charles ‘Kalle’ Wayrynen had this Reeves Steam Engine in Hamlin County South Dakota USA. It was used for breaking virgin sod, grain threshing and building moving. In 1908 they moved the old Swedish Covenant Church from the country into the town of Lake Norden, 3 miles. It was moved on big wooden rollers. Can you imagine how labor-intensive that project was?
This is Charlie’s (Kalle) cousins in Saskatchewan Canada.
More and more rigs like these started to turn the sod. Agriculture acreage increased a thousand-fold almost overnight. Everyone prospered until The Dirty 30s when that turned sod became dust storms. With modern technology and agricultural conservation programs, the land is now kept in place. The nations have prospered from agriculture. Farmers feed more and more people each year but there is still a large demand for food around the globe. Everyone should be thankful for agricultural programs that have taken place in the United States and Canada. it is unbelievable the changes that have happened in slightly more than 100 years.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Tallgrass prairie in relation to the Great Plains
Mixed grass prairie
The tallgrass prairie is an ecosystem native to central North America. Natural and anthropogenic fire, as well as grazing by large mammals (primarily bison), were historically agents of periodic disturbance, which regulates tree encroachment, recycles nutrients to the soil, and catalyzes some seed dispersal and germination processes. Prior to widespread use of the steel plow, which enabled large scale conversion to agricultural land use, tallgrass prairies extended throughout the American Midwest and smaller portions of southern central Canada, from the transitional ecotones out of eastern North American forests, west to a climatic threshold based on precipitation and soils, to the southern reaches of the Flint Hills in Oklahoma, to a transition into forest in Manitoba.
They were characteristically found in the central forest-grasslands transition, the central tall grasslands, the upper Midwest forest-savanna transition, and the northern tall grasslands ecoregions. They flourished in areas with rich loess soils and moderate rainfall around 30-35 inches (700–900 mm) per year. To the east were the fire-maintained eastern savannas. In the northeast, where fire was infrequent and periodic windthrow represented the main source of disturbance, beech-maple forests dominated. In contrast, shortgrass prairie was typical in the western Great Plains, where rainfall is less frequent and soils are less fertile. Due to expansive agricultural land use, very little tallgrass prairie remains.
Don and Rosie Bowers have dedicated their entire lives to ensuring God’s loving word stays alive and continues to spread all over this hurting planet. Their lives have included loving people, church planting and he was pastor at several congregations in Southern California. As their 60th wedding anniversary nears, they have no plans to retire from their calling.
Don is a brother to my wife Rose Marie. At the time we got married I claimed to be a confirmed bachelor, for life. Rose was raising 4 daughters by herself. Why, impaired vision possibly, for some unknown reason those two little words “I do” escaped from my lips.
Don told me one day, I should be nominated for sainthood for marrying his bossy older sister. I had that on my mind when I sent this anniversary greeting to Don and Rosie. Rose left for the big Bowers reunion in heaven last April, we were married 49 years. She shared a lot with me about her brother Don’s youth. Oh my, I always thought he was an angel!
When Rosie said “I do” to Don 60 years ago.
I think she immediately became qualified for Sainthood.
I have no regrets, being blind like Saul, now I see. The Marriage Institute works, with Divine intervention.
The best hunting dog I ever had was a small Brittany Spaniel, she was an outstanding hunter. Her breed could hypnotize a pheasant the way Fox can. The pheasants did not fly until she made them take off. Once I walked up she had a hen pheasant about a foot in front of her nose. It blinked its eyes at me then looked at the dog, but it did not move. Hen pheasants stay put a lot better than Roosters. Sam would stay on point. I walked up and made the pheasant fly one time. Sam grabbed it as soon as it took off the same way a Fox would do. I took the pheasant from her and turned it loose, that poor dog looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face, her head cocked to the side, like what did you do that for? Sam always rode up on the back of the seat right behind my head in the pickup. That was her favorite spot to ride, she could see out the back window or the front, it gave me a warm headrest also. You could take a lunch break if you wanted, she would point until you got back.
She only had one litter of pups, but it was huge. She had a baby every hour for 10 hours. Those ten pups were draining her energy. Feeding that many babies got to be too much, I bought milk replacer and helped feed them. A friend of mine got one of those pups, it turned out to be a good hunting dog for him for many years.
There was a pasture across the road from our place. A trapper set traps out there every year. One day I saw Sam out in the pasture by herself, she wasn’t moving. I walked over there she was laying there with a trap on a front foot. She had a look on her face like “look what I have done” she didn’t fight or try to get loose as a wild animal would do. She was just lying there waiting for me and let me get her foot out of the trap. We walked home with her limping all the way. From that day on, anytime we were out hunting she would smell a fox trap and slowly back away from the area, exactly the way a fox would do. They know where the trap is at by smell.
Sam loved to eat field mice fox also have a diet of field mice. They must be tasty little critters. One day my son-in-law Gaylord and I had been hunting all afternoon. Sam was doing her usual good job of hunting for us. I notice she was filling up on field mice, half the time the mice must have gone down her throat still alive. She just loved them, couldn’t get enough. After hunting all afternoon we were driving home, Sam wasn’t on the back of the seat behind my head likes usually rides she was between us. I could tell she didn’t 0feel good. We were almost home, Sam jumped up, let out a few loud burps and then regurgitated half a gallon of field mice onto my son-in-law’s lap. I stopped the pickup quick Gaylord bailed out leaving a trail of mice parts all the way to the road ditch. I think he also lost his lunch.
We lived about 30 yards (ca. 27 m) away from busy County highway with traffic going past 60 to 70 miles (112.65 km) an hour. One morning I looked out as a neighbor was going past. He was going very slow Sam was coming across the road. He ran over her right on the center line and didn’t even stop. I quickly ran out there, picked Sam up and cried all the way back to the house. She died while I was carrying her, that was a horrible day.
We lived in Tucson Arizona USA in the early 1970s. I hunted quail about 40 miles (ca. 64 km) Southwest of the city, every time an opportunity came up. My favorite spot was an old abandoned place that was occupied about a hundred years ago near the Mexican border.
I liked to hunt pheasants and ducks. Quail hunting tests a shooter’s ability to hit a target that bursts into the air at his feet and is instantly traveling the speed of a bullet. Some compare it to dove hunting. I could never shoot a dove. When the three Olson boys were growing up, we raised pigeons and had individual names for most of them. The Lord never made a bird more caring and loving than a pigeon, there is no way on this earth I could ever shoot a dove or a pigeon.
The Gambel’s quail are plentiful and can be found in large coveys in the hot, parched, desert of the south western United States. When a covey explodes into the air, they all go in different directions. I suppose that is, so they don’t collide with each other, but it also confounds the Hunter as he tries to quickly pick a target. Usually by the time the one with gun makes his decision the quail are long gone. They only fly a short distance, as if beckoning to you, just dare try to make us fly again. You will see them scurrying along the dry creek bed seeking a new shaded hiding place.
A sad, but true testimony to my wing shooting ability, we didn’t have quail under glass, a brace of quail would be an appetizer. The table was not graced with quail very often. It was time for celebration if I got enough little birds ‘about 90 grams each’ about ‘3.97 ounces’ for my wife and 3 daughters to enjoy a taste.
Those ruins must have been witness to a colorful history in that wild western desert. I always took a ‘time machine’ rest break, sitting in a shady spot near one of the cooler, stonewalls. After checking for scorpions and black widow spiders, I would sit, close my eyes and conjure up memories of what must have taken place there.
In studying that low doorway, I concluded, if Matt Dillon ever followed a gunslinger down here from Dodge City Kansas, he had to bend down low to enter the house and bring the bad guy out. There was no doubt many shootouts there. The total amount of hot lead that got ricocheted off those rock walls through the years would have made an anchor for a large ship. I wish there was a list of Sheriffs, U.S. Marshals and Texas Rangers who rode in there. You can bet some never caught the gang off guard so didn’t ride out, not sitting upright, maybe tied in the saddle.
It didn’t take much imagination to decide it must have been a hideout for numerous murderers, bank robbers, horse thieves, cattle rustlers and other unsavory lawbreakers. The location was perfect, if the word came down that a posse was approaching from the North all they had to do was hop on their horses, a short ride later they were safe in Mexico, until the Federales chased them back north.
It would have been a perfect hideout for desperados trying to escape the law and the hang man’s noose. It would have been a destination discussed in all the saloons and honkytonks in places like Dodge City Kansas or Fort Worth Texas or other areas where bad guys did dastardly deeds then headed South as fast as they could go, a perfect location to rest and recuperate from gunshot wounds.
Land seeking settlers probably built the house, and corrals. It took all the labor a whole family could muster to survive there. It was nearly impossible to grow enough to stay alive on. The stone corrals keep a pig or two, possibly, captured Javalina, from roaming off into the dessert. Chickens could fend for themselves until a hawk came to visit. Water was a constant issue. Pigs fed on cactus and wild gourds. Goats would never stay behind a low rock wall, but they needed to roam free to find enough food to survive on. Goat was the main meat on the menu no doubt, unless you got lucky enough to shoot a rabbit, then you had meat for a couple of days.
The first early settlers had to have many hair-raising meetings with the Apache people over trespass rights. It is likely the desperadoes found many houses vacated.
Several arroyos or creeks converged on that property making it the most likely place to find underground water in the area. After closer examination I discovered the remnants of a shallow hand-dug well, it was one of the few places in that region where water was available during the hot dry months. Walking along a Creek bed searching for quail early one morning I saw the largest rabbit my eyes have ever tried to focus on. I figured my mind was playing tricks on me. The broiling hot, rising sun, glaring on the dew in the creek bottom must be creating a mirage. That rabbit seemed to be several feet tall with ears as big as a donkey. He just stood there looking straight at me from about ten yards. I didn’t have my dog then, a good thing, she probably would have chased that critter all day long. That night just before going to sleep another vision of the bunny appeared. He was similar to Harvey the rabbit that was on the television program. I then decided about seriously considering the amount of alcohol I consume.