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On Nov. 20 of 2013 I was fresh out of the hospital from bypass surgery and pneumonia. That was a month I don't wish to repeat.
As expected, I was weak and wasn't breathing well. As there was snow on the ground, I was confined to the apartment most of the time. Someone had to be beside me anytime I got up so I didn't fall and compromise the surgical site.
I was spending my time surfing around the net when I saw a link to something called Become an EX. I clicked there and began reading.
I was almost 1 month smokefree at that point. I was jonesing (sorry Dale) for nicotine at that time. The words I was reading were hitting the mark so I went through the steps and signed up.
The response I received on my first post hooked me firmly. Everyone was so helpful and welcoming.
That was 4 years ago.
I hope that my small contributions have helped someone else on their journey to freedom from nicotine.
We all must continue helping each other on this journey. Helping each other to overcome the stumbling blocks Ol' Nic places on the trail.
To the new people, keep walking the path and ask for help before you light that d@mned thing. Keep your quit true.
Those of us that have been here for a while are dedicated to helping others over the hurdles and traps along the way.
I try to offer encouragement and help when I think I can help. I really hope I have made a difference in someones life by being here.
Keep walking the path my friends....
I close with the words I totally believe in ......
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.

On this special day I am so thankful for my fellow veterans.
This is a day of thankfulness for the men and women that have served this great country and fought for our freedom.
It is also a day of sadness as I remember all those that did not return from the battle during all of the wars this country was involved in.
I send those veterans a special salute formaking their sacrifice that we might be free.
I am especially saddened by the sentiment that those that served the south in the war of 1861 - 1865 are not veterans of this country. That their service does not count.
Their service helped shape the country we live in today. Without that conflict, this country would not have become one country instead of a collection of areas on the same land mass.
Therefore, I salute the veterans of every war and conflict this great country has ever been involved in during it's entire history.
To those still living, Thank you. To those that have gone on, Rest In Peace my brothers and sisters.

A Soldier's Prayer...

Author unknown
The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass...
He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and Said,"No, Lord, I guess I ain't...
Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfully tough.
But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here...
They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod...
As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now you soldier,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Dedicated To All That Serve... God Bless America!

A tribute to the one that stands beside and works with the persons that feed the world.



"So God Made a Farmer’s Wife"
taken from Paul Harvey's radio show

And on the 9th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “The farmer needs a caretaker”. So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, feed the farmer, work all day in town, come home to work alongside her farmer, make supper, and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board”. So God made a farmer’s wife.

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to keep up with the farmer yet gentle enough to cuddle a newborn baby. Somebody to run for parts, help in the fields, move trucks, deliver meals, look the farmer in the eyes and tell him ‘I love you and the life we’ve built’ – and mean it”. So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with their newborn baby. And raise him right. I need somebody who can use a wrench and know where to find it, doesn’t mind getting dirty, who can remove stains, and keep a house clean. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish her forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from her town job, taking care of the kids, and fieldwork, put in another seventy-two hours”. So God made a farmer’s wife.

God had to have somebody willing to cancel appointments and change plans and be ready in a minutes notice and yet will never stop and complain about this way of life. So God made a farmer’s wife.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clean out bins and heave bails, yet gentle enough to raise kids and bottle feed calves and tend to the house, who will drive the tractor and pray to God about the weather. It had to be somebody who’d be able to handle the house and field work and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and wash and dry and cook and clean and remember scheduled events and feed the farmer and stock the cupboards and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.

“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when her daughter says she wants to spend her life ‘doing what mom does.’” So God made a farmer wife’s.


Our farmers would net be able to feed the world without these women standing beside them to help.

I was making my checks on all the rest stops along the trail when I arrived at the oasis just before Desolation Point. I found the waters fouled with tar and butts.
The Caches had been torn apart and supplies strewn about and destroyed.
This can only be the work of Nic and his troop.
I sent a message to the Sheik. I trust he will send his men out to find the culprits.
I also asked him to send for fresh supplies to restock and some men to help clean up and rebuild.
I waded into the water and began cleaning the water of the butts. When the others arrive, I will place sheaves of grass in the water to clear it of the tar. This grass will be burned and buried to rid the place of that mess.
The cairns will be rebuilt and restocked when new supplies arrive.
I am sharing what supplies I have with the travellers that come through. They will be needing them before the reach the next stop.
When the work is done here, I will join the search for the culprits that did this.
Keep traveling my friends and keep your eyes open for trouble.
Always remember .....
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.
Larry the Caravan Master

Today I want to salute those that feed the world. I wish I could still do all of this myself ....


“So, God Made a Farmer”
taken from Paul Harvey's radio show
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!

God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!

I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!

God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!


I so miss being able to raise my own meat and grow my garden each year. 


At this time of year, as well as in the spring, I tend to become very saddened. 

Many that I knew were sent off to do their duty and never returned, except under our national banner. Others did return, but they were not complete anymore. Something was missing. 

Over the years, I have been charged with honoring these men as they were laid to rest.

I wish to honor these my brothers. Below is one way we have honored these men.


"The POW MIA Remembrance Ceremony"
As you entered the banquet hall this evening, you may have noticed a small table in a place of
honor. It is set for one. This table is our way of symbolizing the fact that members of our
profession of arms are missing from our midst. They are commonly called POWs or MIAs, we
call them "Brothers." They are unable to be with us this evening and so we remember them.
This Table set for one is small -- Symbolizing the frailty of one prisoner alone against his
oppressors. Remember!
The Tablecloth is white -- Symbolizing the purity of their intentions to respond to their
country's call to arms. Remember!
The single Red Rose displayed in a vase reminds us of the families and loved ones of our
comrades-in-arms who keep the faith awaiting their return. Remember!
The Red Ribbon tied so prominently on the vase is reminiscent of the red ribbon worn upon
the lapel and breasts of thousands who bear witness to their unyielding determination to
demand a proper accounting of our missing. Remember!
The Candle, the candle is lit -- Symbolizing the upward reach of their unconquerable spirit.
A Slice of Lemon is on the bread plate to remind us of their bitter fate. Remember!
There is Salt upon the bread plate -- Symbolic of the families tears as they wait. Remember!
The Glass is inverted -- They cannot toast with us this night. Remember!
The Chair -- The chair is empty. They are not here. Remember!
Remember! -- All of you who served with them and called them comrades, who depended
upon their might and aid, and relied upon them, for surely, they have not forsaken you.
Remember! -- Until the day they come home, Remember!


I ask you to forgive me this week as I will most likely post a lot of blogs in this vain.

Be well and rest in peace my brothers. 

I miss you all.

This is for our fellow brothers and sisters of the forest that only wish to survive in peace.



A Wolves Lament
K. Snook

On the dark side of silence, the vastness of the wood,
As night advances, the sun sets as it should.
Stillness hashed by the wind, animals scatter,
I looked out o're the hill, to see what was the matter.
The lone grey wolf howls, the moon glows red.
He'd rather not stop, until his stomach was fed.
A watching lone wolf with wild eyes stands,
He's the king of this mountain the forest demands.
Most of his prey are either injured or weak,
Deer and Elk are what most of them seek.
They sing together of all that is brave and true,
A wolves code of honor, sometimes many, sometimes few.
Only from the essence of nature do they ever partake.
Which leads to a question, why do humans hate?
They live in the wild and deserve to run free,
Man should understand them better and just let them be.



May the children of Earth Mother all be well and share her bounty......


A Gift

Posted by oldbones5358-Larry_10-21-2013 Nov 4, 2017

I felt the need to share this with my friends ....


Gifts from the heart

Written by Michael Josephson


According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher.

After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart.

Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container. The student challenged his teacher: 'Teacher, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?'

The teacher replied, 'You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter. Heartfelt gifts deserve the return gift of gratitude.'

I think we understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a ceramic tray or a macaroni bracelet, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea within the gift.

Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it.

We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart.


I have studied this and find it brings to life the teachings of the ancient ones that have gone before. 

May I always live with this buried in my heart that I may practice it daily.


My dear friend Joan posted this on her page here. She has walked the Hanging Road, but this bit of wisdom lives on.

 It can be found at

What Makes A Quit? by theoldgoat-joan-10-21-1994 if you wish to read it from her post.


  What Makes A Quit?
  Is it willpower? NAAAAAAH! Some magic formula? NAAAAAAAAH!
  What makes a quit succeed then???
  How about ...
  and most of all, LOVE
  Love for your family and yourself. Dedication to the task you have set for yourself. The attitude that you will succeed. Lastly, commitment to the decision to throw away what is taking years away from your life.
  Those are the weapons you need to beat the addiction to nicotine.
  Just my thoughts, right or wrong....
  Keep them away from your face. You can't smoke them that way!!!
  Joan the Old Goat
  This is a good start on any quit.
I will always keep this in mind and pass it on to others.
  Larry the Caravan Master

May we all live like this as One people.

Well, just as I had hoped, the Cardiologist says things are great. She said things are looking very good.

I think the only thing I have left to do is get to the Vascular Surgeon for that check-up.

Hopefully, things are still open in my legs and the abdominal aneurysm hasn't grown.

A little wisdom from the ancient ones. I wish I had paid attention to what they said .....


“Tobacco is a gift from the Great Spirit and is to be used only for spiritual purposes—never abuse this principle”
—“For if you do not respect this gift, you will never be happy and your health will fail”




One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.

Larry the Caravan Master

I am leaving for the appointment with the Cardiologist. It should be routine, but you never know.

I will post what I learn when I return.



You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you where he's been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind


I really wish I knew  the author. This so speaks the soul.

May it speak to you as it did me, and may you find peace in it........



Went to my Primary Physician this morning. It's time for my PSA level. They are also supposed to run lipids and cholesterol levels I think. We will see how things turn out.

Tomorrow I see my Cardiologist. I wonder what she will want to run? Whatever it is, I am willing. After all, they are the ones keeping me going now.

Wishing everybody a Happy Halloween! 

May all your Ghosts, Ghouls, and Goblins be small...........

One step, and then another, will get you to whee you want to be.

Larry the Caravan Master