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Psalm 90:10, "The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong.... |
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Three Score and Ten the Introduction, Well here we go, After 50 years I am going to take another attempt at writing. The first time was the Palmer writers correspondence school in 1969. The writing will be not a book that will be written with the idea of being published, But will be a writing of thoughts unencumbered by possible publishing and monetary gain. This writing will be a hybrid of Journal and Reminisce. It is important to me that the writings are my true thoughts at the time, not influenced by any factor. The writing will try to explain how a 70 year old white, male USA citizen now relates to today's world. Is every oldest generation lost in their own world, that they aged into? What do I see, and feel as I age farther. I know I am not normal as in what this world today would consider normal. But I hope I am in the ball park writing the thoughts of a 70 year old. I hope for you to learn to know who I am, As I search for Who I am at 70+ This work will carry on until I am no longer able to think or write. This will be done on a nearly daily writing interwoven with a life's reminiscing. This writing has been in the planning for 10 plus years. and I have now made it to this starting point. This writing is dedicated to My Wife The Kitten, My family, My grand children, Lukas, Levi, Luis, Lydia and Sonora Pearl. I thank you God that you have allowed me to have your Three Score and Ten Time. |
| I am back at our primary residence in south central Wisconsin. News Alert; The to do list sitting on the counter in the north is all checked off. I actually sat down a half day and read some of a Bertrand Russell Historical Philosophy book I have been working on all summer. What a analyzer and thinker. The next item up their to do is cut a tree for the neighbor and clean up the chain saw put it away. We will not be there until the October 13th now. It is unusual but we had not had a killing frost up their yet, I suspect we have now though. The leave turn is past it prime down. The duck gun and deer bow season is now open. So the year marches on, and what a year it has been. It makes you want to go home. The problem with home is you can never go back. Home is a place in your mind. The physical home may still be there, But home is more then a physical place. It is where you grew up, But also a culture of that time. It is a time of comfortable events, Simplicity, A understanding of your limited world when you are 12. It is seeing things as they really are, with no ulterior motives on your part. I am still a boy of 12 searching for home. I realize it is gone, But yet I search. Hoping to find remnants of it. I miss home so I live in a world today surrounded by yesterday. I try to hold off todays world. I try to build the walls bigger and stronger. I will not succumb to todays world. It is not that I am depressed or angry. I think I am happy and balanced. But I as all people need to create there own world that they live in. The world I have built is different then most. I will continue to look for home. Have a Blessed Day |
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