I am assailed with my own ignorance and inability…Sometimes, I seem to do a good little piece of work, but when it is done it slides into mediocrity… – John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck was born on this day in 1902. Though he died in 1968, his name and fame live on. I think he did a lot of good little pieces of work, my favorite being Travels With Charley.
In researching his background, I came upon this tidbit that I thought was interesting: “Steinbeck complained publicly about government harassment. Thomas Steinbeck, the author’s eldest son, said that J. Edgar Hoover, director of the FBI at the time, could find no basis for prosecuting Steinbeck and therefore used his power to encourage the IRSto audit Steinbeck’s taxes every single year of his life, just to annoy him. According to Thomas, a true artist is one who ‘without a thought for self, stands up against the stones of condemnation, and speaks for those who are given no real voice in the halls of justice, or the halls of government. By doing so, these people will naturally become the enemies of the political status quo.'” – Wikipedia
Juliette Marie Bell is eight years old today. Her Grandpa liked to call her Julie.
I’m thankful for the years he had with her. The snuggles, the jokes, the laughs, the sweet times. Last year on her birthday her dad sent Chuck a picture of Julie via text. Chuck’s response was: “Time is flying by. Bee-U-ti-ful”.
We never dreamed this would be his last year with her.
““Misfortunes will happen to the wisest and best of men. Death will come, always out of season.” -Big Elk, Omaha Chief
Today is my husband’s 60th birthday; the 39th we’ve spent together. I saved this poem for today.
The prompt for PAD Day 26 (April 26th/2016) was love or anti-love. I went with love. That day I spent a lot of time cleaning my back porch while listening to a country music station. It was clearly an influence – lol.
The Lemon to My Lime
You are the lemon to my lime A delicious tangy treat Memories of past springtimes Dawn to dark both tart and sweet
You are the coffee to my cream So hearty, rich and warm You rise up in the steam Protecting me from harm
You are the ceiling to my floor There to keep me grounded More than I could ever ask for With your love I’m surrounded
You are the window to my door Fresh eyes upon the world You show me love and so much more New wonders are unfurled
You are the yellow to my blue Together we grow as green So many colors we’ve been through The lovely shades and hues we’ve seen
You are the country to my blues Sentimental and woebegone You make me laugh and you amuse You help me always to hold on