Wednesday, October 15, 2008


oldstpaulsnow, originally uploaded by jagartist.

it is a little early for Christmas greetings, but here is one that I want to send to all who will be seeing this beautiful work of Arie Reinhardt Taylor.

One of my favorite poems is the one by Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. The snow in this scene is the type of snow I imagine each time I recite that poem. There are some lines that might be changed...about his house being in the village and all. But Frost would understand; he would probably admit his admiration and fondness for this painting too.

Merry Christmas to all who share Christmas wishes, to all who see this almost magical image of another place and another time.

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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.