Archive for January 2019
The Gift Wrap and the Jewel
This poem written by Wanda B. Goines, age 92, appeared in Wellness magazine, October 13, 2015 in an article by Claire Peltier. Kathryn Clausnitzer Wilson, Goines’ caregiver uploaded a video of Goines reciting the poem to Facebook. I looked in the mirror and what did I see, But a little old lady (man) peering back…
Read MoreRemembrances from the Farm
Back Row: Jesse & Roy, Roy, Edwin, Walt, Etta, Lily; Middle Row: Ruth, Elizabeth, Edwin, Peggy; Seated Harry (Grampie) & Rose (Grammie); Front: Rosemary, Barbara, Jean and Buster, the dog. We talk of our annual pilgrimages to the farm. There was a myriad of life-enriching and happy times, some of which I’ve jotted below in…
Read MoreThe Bathtub Explosion
One of the memorable clients at Twin Pines Psychiatric Hospital was Dave, a gentleman who worked for a company who manufactures surgical instruments. He was a brilliant man with ideas way ahead of his time though he was diagnosed with Bipolar illness. In the “high” periods of his illness he presented the company with rather…
Read MoreWE THREE – LOOKING BACK, LOOKING FORWARD, THINKING LARGER
This is a Christmas Eve meditation on where we’ve been and where we’re going. The three of us first met at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Chicago, Illinois, USA. My, oh my, what a truly wonderful life it has been since then. We spent our first few years together on Fremont Street in the “Near…
Read MoreI’ve a “3W’ Dog
Max wanders. Max wunders, and Max wags. Copyright 2018 Thalia Driessen All rights reserved.
Read MoreI’m a “3W’ Man
I wander. I wonder, and, I write. Copyright 2005 Gerald J. Driessen All rights Reserved
Read MoreA Septuagenarian’s Grand Canyon Adventure
It all began in October of 2004, when I watched my daughter in-law, Sylvie (Kiki) Drimmel, complete the Susan G Komen breast cancer walk 1 was inspired beyond words as I witnessed Kiki and the many thousands of other walkers head for the home stretch. At the closing ceremonies I told Kiki I wanted to…
Read MoreDeep Roots, Out Where the Sage Grows So Tall
Out where the sage grows so tall, You can scarcely see the herds of cattle at all. Out where the sun set is so red, There’s where the jack rabbits were plenty, And the fluffy little cottontails were many. The Big Muddy Creek where many trout were found, And the little gray squirrels ran all…
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