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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. |
| Three Score and Now Eleven + Day 175 Dear Grandsons and All It is a nice day, Sunny and warmer. A nice day for Ice fishing. I will go later this afternoon. I have not been doing very well as of late. The typical mid-winter bite. but I need to go out into the sun. It has been over sixty years since my first Ice Fishing outing that should have cured me of ice fishing for good. I and my next in line brother were able to go with my father and his friend. I am not sure where we went, but I am sure we were excited. It was a distance. What I do remember has how cold and windy it was. I am sure we did not have the best of clothes. And there was no shelter. And nobody caught a fish. But the real treat was I stepped in a hole with my boot at the beginning and had a wet foot for the day. My father was not concerned. But my father's friend was. The friend was a good friend of my grandfather who had passed by this time. He was age wise between my father and my grandfather. He gathered wood from the shore and built a fire on the ice for my brother and me. That fire made a bad day bearable. I think of that man and that day at least once year when I go ice fishing. As a side bar I went ice fishing with the wife a couple of years ago and she stepped in a hole and got a wet foot. We were close to the van. We went home shortly afterward. One thing about Ice Fishing you do not want to get wet. Stay dry and you can be warm, Grandsons. Till Later I'll let you know how I do today |
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