Posted in California, Prose, USA

I Walked Me a Trail

I walked me a trail

in a park called

Yosemite,

 

I walked me a trail,

and my unknown bear walked as well,

in a National Park,

in California,

 

I ran me a trail,

but the bear ran as well,

being faster and stronger, and also

in a wilderness, called Yosemite,

 

I stopped me a walking

for my breath wouldn’t let me

escape my worst fears, like those

imaginary bears, that live in a

magical place, called

Yosemite…

Posted in Canada, Humor, USA

Geography Lesson – North America

North America consists of:

  • America
  • North America
  • Other Countries without America in their names

Central and South America, want to be like North America, just without admitting it to themselves, or others. Other Countries, associated with North America, just without America in them, are not a required part of North American Geography. Those other Countries are not labelled on American Maps, because this lesson only concerns North America!

All other countries, lacking the proper credentials, will be considered for membership, but only if the following criteria are met:

  • Wanting to have “America” in their Country Name
  • Accepting that North America is chiefly for Americans
  • All other Non-American Activities, are generally frowned upon

Next Geography Lesson –  Locating Canada on your map of North America….

Posted in Denmark, Travel, USA

My First Trip to Denmark – Day 2

OK. Still in Washington DC, but don’t fret. Denmark is still on the way!

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Here is a photo taken with the Washington Monument on the left, and the Capitol Building just barely visible on the right hand side. This was actually a color photo, but my scanner and I couldn’t agree on that. I said that it was in color, but it won the argument, and made it in Black and White instead.

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Blossoming Cherry Trees with the Washington Monument in the background.

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The Smithsonian Institute (1855) visible with its distinctive red brick, in the background.

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Sign on the streets of the City of Fairfax, Virginia.

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Statue located at the Vietnam Veteran Memorial.

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Civil War Cannons nearby.

I’d like to tell more about the Civil War, but that will have to wait until my re-telling of my Coast to Coast Trip across the USA. My then brother in-law was a Military Historian, and he showed me a number of interesting sites nearby Washington DC. Sorry, but the next blog will be concerning Denmark!

Yea! Denmark at last…..

Posted in Life, USA

How Wrong, It Can Go

When I lived in Los Angeles, California, I used to listen to FM-radio. One station, KMET played Rock and Roll, but not only that.

One DJ played Country Music as well. He often took his own records with him and played them in the evenings in the early 70’s. I was introduced to Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Linda Ronstadt, Gordon Lightfoot, and a host of others, both of Rock, Country Rock, Folk Music, you name it, he played it.

He had his troubles though, and one night while drunk and on the air, he said a number of things that got him fired. He later ended up at a FM Country Station, which  lasted another year or so, when history repeated itself, once again. He drifted from station to station, finally ending up somewhere in Colorado, where he still hosts a radio program.

This is one of the songs that I was introduced to, and had recorded on my cassette player, hiked close up to the speaker of my Transistor Radio!

  • and I can never, never, never go home again…….

 

Here are the lyrics from Google Play Music, if you want to sing along with Ian and Sylvia

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tvbip5zip7yav4uy67m2xuw2hdi?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics

 

Posted in Denmark, Traditions, USA

For Amber Waves of Grain

Funny how music affects us.

I was watching the Inauguration yesterday, as was most of the rest of the world, I’d imagine, but was struck, not by the rhetoric, nor the many comments (in Danish) from the commentators, by the music playing in the background.

It’s not every day that I hear “America the Beautiful”, or the “Star Spangled Banner”. Especially when the first song was sung, it brought back memories of being an American, in the USA.

I’m not going to get my mini Stars and Stripes, nor will I comment on the new guy vs. the old guy, but it was the music that really got my attention.

It’s like when I read this post:

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/54774221/posts/1252577306 about Pearl Harbor.

Again, it was not the subject matter, but the mention of the date 7 December, that awoke a memory in me from my distant past. It occurs every year on that date, but it is no good telling my co-workers about it as they were not born and raised in the Good Old US of A. Pearl Harbor is just a historical event, and not more than that, but it is the date that reminds me of something else.

Yesterday, I got the same feeling, when I heard “America the Beautiful” sung on the steps of the Capitol Building. It reminded me of when I lived in the States, and I didn’t consider the rest of the world, other than wondering about those foreign places, when looking at a map, or hearing/seeing it on the news. We were all Americans, so it didn’t seem to be necessary as having to explain, or defend that idea, as I have done over the last 25 years living in Denmark.

I would imagine that it is not easy governing a Country, big or small, and the person that has that responsibility has a big job ahead. Every elected official makes promises both before and after the election, but it is only time that will show, how those promises will/will not be to anything.

I would like to wish the new guy luck in his endeavors, and hope that he makes good of his 4-year term. I wouldn’t want to take sides in this issue, as everyone deserves a chance in this life to show what they are worth, and he does too.

Happy New Guy USA, and PS – I loved the music!

Posted in Canada, Humor, USA

New Attempt at Failure

I think, I’ve found a new and sneaky way to fail.

Let’s say, we divide up my followers into North and South, with the dividing line being the US-Canadian Border.

  1. All of those followers, at least those who claim publicly to be my followers, living, or propose to live south of the Canadian border, take one giant step backwards.
  2. All of those followers, at least those brave people who live in the cold north, and who consider themselves to be residents of Canada, not Alaska, which is not in Canada, take one giant step backwards as well.

If everything has gone as planned, you should be facing each other on either side of an imaginary, and yes, not visible line.

If some of you want to call it the line of scrimmage, then so be it, but its purpose is to confuse this already confusing blog, all the more.

If you Southerners, who still want to continue following this blog, would raise your right hand in the air, then….No your right hand. Not your Southpaw. and you Northerners, who still want to continue following this blog would raise your left hand….yes, it is called your Southpaw, but that is besides the point, then…

I don’t know, but I’ve lost the original intention of this blog, but don’t let that stop you from getting acquainted with one another. You might just learn that you have a lot in common, and can agree on the best way to un-follow my blog and follow each others as well.

Unless the only two people reading this is the Ice Princess from the Cold North and the Martian from the Warm South, then disregard this blog entirely.

 

Posted in Canada, Humor, USA

Feeling Cheated

Ever used one of these on Facebook?

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Well I would, if it said what I was feeling!

If I go a bit deeper, then:

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See how I could get myself into trouble? What if my wife, Yes she is one of my 13 friends, saw something like that? What would she say? I have a few ideas about that, but we’ll just put that on the back burner for now, OK?

Here they are:

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Not a lot, but enough for me. Still, I feel cheated, not being able to feel cheated on Facebook!

Look here:

And We Have Snow…

Short and sweet, although a bit bitter, if you live where I do…

Then there is this person, who not only once but many times expounds on the wonderfulness of snow, ice and living in cold, cold Canada!

Some people’s kids!

https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/12/19/picture-battle-wholl-get-more-snow/

And not only that, but once again:

reblogging other people’s snow

https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/12/22/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow/

Then here again:

https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/12/24/im-dreaming/

And again:

https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/12/29/taking-orders/

I feel that snow is greatly overrated, especially from those Canadians who feel that they have some sort of monopoly on the white stuff? We are even farther north than that rather largish Country as seen here:

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I just typed in, “Canada” in Google Maps and it placed the marker somewhere in that rather large and “cold” Country? Still, we are in the upper latitudes, but do we have cold and snow here? No, and that is why

“I’m Feeling Cheated”

I’m here in (almost) sunny and (not exactly) warm Denmark. Snow, what snow? Wind, we got wind, and tomorrow more Wind and a few flurries (maybe, somewhere) and by the end of the week, then warmer temperatures again!

I’m feeling cheated!

Think about parents having to explain to their Children, “No, No snow again. If we lived in Canada, then you might stay home from school, or throw snowballs at your friends, but we don’t!”

That only makes Children want to be Canadians, or worse yet, hate Canadians, just because they live in Canada, where talking/bragging about snow is some sort of National pastime.

I won’t put another link on this blog, but that particular Canadian, has again touted snow on her blog today. It is just like rubbing snow in my open wound. I’m not only feeling cheated, but bitter as well!

My Goodness. This is starting to sound like Ben’s Bitter Blog……………….

https://bensbitterblog.com/

 

 

Posted in Travel, USA

Nebraska, Been There – Once

Ever visited Nebraska? I did, once.

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Source: Google Maps

I was once in Murdock, Nebraska. Ever heard of it?

All of you Cornhuskers know where it is, but what of the rest of the world?

I had to look up another city today, Nebraska City to be exact:

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Here it is south of Omaha, which I have also been through, but I couldn’t recognize its skyline, if put to a test!

Why was I in Nebraska, you might ask? Well, for Buffalo Grass.

That might be the usual reply if asked, “Why Nebraska?”, but I’m not sure.

I actually ended up in Murdock, Nebraska:

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“Ended up” might be a stretch of the truth, but I did visit this place one late afternoon in September 1991:

http://www.stockseed.com/

They sold, among other things, Buffalo Grass which I decided to take with me to Denmark. Why Denmark, and why Buffalo Grass, well that is a story for itself, and might just end up in a new travel blog, you never know?

I didn’t know about Nebraska City back then, or about blogging, or people who were bloggers living in Nebraska City, writing about life in Nebraska.

There is a time for all things, just as there is for this blog and its roots in Nebraska.

And my long-lost purchase of Buffalo Grass…..

Posted in California, Denmark, Family, Travel, USA

Being Home

I’ve been away visiting home. “How was your trip? Everyone asks. How was it being home?

I was at home. At my Sister’s house in California. It was the same, almost. Oh the small town has grown to a bit larger town, bulging at the sides, but it was in essence the same.

Now I’m at home in Northern Denmark. “How is it being home?” The people here ask. They also ask, “How was it being home?”

Today, I drove to my Sister in-law’s house. Along the motorway, while the Danish sun set in the West. Oranges and reds, the sky was filled with light. As I drove along the smaller highway toward her house, the sky lit the deciduous trees with the same colors. Orange leaves and yellow reflections. The ambient color remained even though the sun had set. I drove through the pine forests and thought about the larches losing their leaves. That wouldn’t happen in California, but then there are no larches there.

I drove along the Eastern side of California bordering on the Great Basin. The desert crept up to the edge of the mountains, taking its Sagebrush with it. The pines and the firs crept down the mountain sides ending in Quaking Aspen along the small brooks, and streams. If I had been home again, I might just experience the Aspens bursting out in the last yellows of the Autumn, quivering and shaking as if to say: “This year is gone away, gone are the greens and the long summer days, gone are the golden rays of sunlight, gone away”.

Here at home the Autumn has finally taken grasp of the Danish foliage. When I returned home, the Autumn had only begun its show with hints and whispers of things to come. I thought about being home with the California Sun giving way to the coolness of Autumn, spreading relief to the millions who have sweated through the long hot Summer, while here at home we drowned in a Summer which was rainy and cool. It wasn’t easy being home this year.

The evening sun is gone now, but the skies won’t let the spectacle rest. The reds give way to the evening purples, while the highway winds closer to my destination. I might just miss the smell of the Sagebrush and its pale green leaves, reminding me of my  home, when it was my home, that is.

I explained to my Sister in-law, how the colors filled my mind and my eyes, as I drove to her house. I described the yellows and oranges, as if it were the first time in my life that I had experienced them like that. “How was it being home?”she asked as she made the evening meal. She didn’t seem to take notice of my fiery Autumn speech, or of the evening glow that still lit my face from the drive.

“Everything is as it was, as it is, so why worry about a few Autumn colors?” she might say.

“How were things back at your sisters’?” she asked politely, as if stirring the soup could tolerate news of my home, while it was being my home again.

I told of my experiences and of the things that I had seen. Being travelers themselves, they nodded politely, but interjected with , “It’s good that you are home again”.

Being at home in the Autumn of 2016, both Autumns and both Homes.

It is nice indeed…………….