Thursday, October 16, 2008

PHOTOS AND POETRY: ONE AND THE SAME

THERE ARE SPECIAL SPOTS AND PLACES THAT REMAIN IN OUR MINDS LONG AFTER THE SUN SETS............................THEY ARE USUALLY SERENE AND BEAUTIFUL PLACES.
SOMETIMES THEY SHOW UP IN OUR DREAMS JUST AS CERTAIN PEOPLE DO NOW AND THEN.

AND WHEN WE AWAKE, WE HAVE BITTERSWEET KINDS OF FEELINGS THAT REFRESHES OUR MINDS AND HEARTS LIKE THE WATER FROM A MOUNTAIN STREAM AND THE EARLY MORNING AIR IN OUR LUNGS, TASTING AND SMELLING LIKE IT DID WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER. By Robert L. Huffstutter...20 June 2008

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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.