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Diversity is a way of life up hereon an Island off the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.  Some times it snows — in May– some times it rains, some times the wind gusts to 30 mph, some times the black flyes are so thick u need glasses to keep them out of your eyes, some times s it is so beautiful that every Chamber of Commerce wants to bottle the weather and export it to their community!

But we all, on the Island, accept diversity without much complaining — If you want to be accepted here do not complain — grin and bear it and pretend to be non-diverse — for example —  golf on the league last week — 41 degrees — mist then rain, but on we went to loose by one stroke, then we stand around, rain dripping off the end of our nose,   to discuss how it would be a lot more fun if it was 20 degrees warmer. Did I suggest we quit golf and go home without a drink — not me — I did not want to be different!!!  or did I enjoy shivering in my soaked condition because I am not different???

That is why diversity is an interesting concept — For example, I am sure we all know folks who want to accept (and be around) all kinds of different people — of course that means all kinds of folks except those that do not want to be around different kinds of folks!!  

Diversity for Grandpa mostly had to do with the weather — all folks in the small farming community thought the same — or at least they all said they did — that is how they were accepted in the community. On June 6 1903 GrandPa wrote — “Bought calf from A. D. Weaver in forenoon — Plowed after dinner.”  Dinner was the noon meal.

Grandpa never wrote much about adversity.  The most he seemed to write about was bad weather.

Feb 11, 1903 he wrote “Foggy and cold rain in evening. All pupils in school. Was going to haul ice after school but it rained — adverse weather put a stop to those plans.”

May your adverse situations be only an inconvenience to your daily routine.

So, I scanned my photo files to see what adverse things I photographed – hope none were too serious.

OOPS – a little windy today.Hard to find a little grass with all this snow.

That fishing line on my leg makes me work hard to get air born. “HOT OIL WARNING LIGHT” –A safe emergency landing on our golf course by a young lady pilot.  And I missed an easy putt.  Blame it on the helicopter.Same hole a month or so later. And I missed an easy putt.  Blame it on the rain.  You may have noticed — In the game of golf, “blame” is always good.“My antler and ear show what it takes to be a winner.  You still want to be a winner?”
A winner!

OK, I quit — You are the winner!

We agree — Let us all try to be joint winners.

So,  dam it —agree with me!

Not sure what kind of school Grandpa ran — seems they do a lot of play practice.

March 29, 1900  — ” Snow all day — School spoiled by practice for play. Gave Ellen (Grandma) 75 cents — paid 20 cents for fish. Paid 50cents for baby a pair of shoes”

——————————————————————————————They say that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence — Is the grass greener in 1900 or 2013???  Let me know what you think!

Now in my world, 113s year later — Here is the way it is — Poor Grandpa would never understand

–March 7,2013  —  My wife took from the ATM,  $300 dollars. (I did not give it to her — she took it)  — She went to store and gave me a VISA receipt for 102 dollars (for food she purchased) to enter into Quickbooks – not to enter in to the diary (Wonder if Grandpa knows what Quickbooks is all about?)

I did not shovel any snow — just hit the golf ball!   and complained about the cold 68 degree weather! The most proud moment of the day was when the golf ranger saw that I checked in — they get a little angry at me for going on the course if I do not sign-in — even though I payed many $ to be a member— members are allowed to play golf any time they feel like it, if the member signs in.  —  Sometime I won’t sign in just for the hell of it  —  You know, the grass on the course is really a little greener if I just get in my golf cart and zing out there for a few holes in the evening — the scenery is great to photograph and the animals are out and about for me to photograph.  Then I can put these images on my blog. Why am I alone out there? — all other members are in town having the “Early Bird” special!”    I ain’t hurtin no one if I foreget to sign in.  Right — You agree, do you not? And as U NO I LOVE scenes from my pasture — OOPS I mean golf course!  So, I am satisfied the the grass is greener in 2013 then it was in 1900.  Oh, I have a question. Which is correct?

George Washington was our first president.

OR

George Washington is our first president.

NOW, I SAY GOOD NIGHT UNTIL NEXT JIM’S DAILY!

Found a few animal photos that I wanted to add captions.  To me each photo represents a mystery — Why does food fall from the counter, why is the deer not afraid of me, this little cow was not here 10 minutes ago– why not?  And, what life was truly like in the country 100 years ago is always mysterious to me.

No entries in Grandpa diary for early March 1900 But,

On Sunday March 25, 1900 — Grandpa  wrote — “Sunday, Rained.  Was at preaching at Hooversville. Came home with Joseph Cable in buggy. In evening took Tillie to Hooversville.”

On this day March 2 in 1903 he wrote: ” Monday, Clear but not very warm. Began last month of school. Hauled wood and rails in evening after school. Edward hauled coal for us”.

On the 3 of March 1903  he wrote” Clear and Pleasant. Put post in for fence around poultry yard.”

On the 4th of March 1903 he wrote “Clear and pleasant. Black Birds and Bluebirds were singing. Made fence after school.”

Good Night   — Sleep Well  —

I love the mysteries of life — .

Today I had a mystery of life happen to me.  Did the washer eat my sock?  Did the dryer eat it? — How can I loose a sock between my dirty laundry  basket and the dry cycle of the dryer??? This happens to me often– and that is a mystery of life!

But I found the missing sock stuck in the sleeve of my PJ’s tonight.  Mystery solved.

Now a new mystery — why is it that we see roads in front of us, tree lines, landscapes, and houses, but we do not naturally  see the sky — unless it is bright red and every thing reflects the red color?   So, I turned to the web, Google and typed in something like “eye placement in the head”.  I summary it said –We are predator animals so our eyes are in the front of our head so we can see the ones we chase.  Horses are prey animals so their eyes are on the side of their head.  They need to see every where to find and flee from those chasing them. Gator’s eyes are on top of their head so they can lay submerged and still see around them and find food —  and so on about eye placement for survival.

So, instead of hunting animals,  I have been looking up and hunting clouds because we do not naturally look up at the sky to survive and see the landscape in the sky. I want to show you just a few sky photos — after viewing these,  hold our head up high and go and find more for yourself — and please tell me of your finds:

Here’s looking down at you — Bye!

Not all hunts are successful — especially if one does not focus  — yesterday and today it seems I did not focus on my hunting  —-  but here is the result of one find I did capture on film — oops, I should say captured on digits  — you know what they are — you see them every day do you not ???? — Hey, what is a digit anyway?

So in frustration I am going to display here a photo sent to me — At one time this was my dog — but when it is a good dog napping with a cat friend, my daughter and two children say “Here is a photo of our good dog, Grandpa”  They know I love to read and sleep in the afternoon too, so the photo fits my idea of a great afternoon nap!

Now for my Grandpa in 1900 — First, I want to tell you that I dicovered the diary is written by both my Grandma and my Grandpa — I think she is writing about ironing the shirt, the cuff and the collar — I wondered if Grandpa would be doing the ironing?   I would never do stuff like that — not true — I really do — Ha  Ha …….  Please do not think poorly of me for that  — You see, this is post women’s lib.

Now, at this time in his life Grandpa was a school teacher, so that may help put some of his writing into perspective.

Grandma writes ” Forenoon baked 8 gingersnaps. Made aprons in afternoon. Samual Custer was buried. “

Grandpa writes “Jan 2nd 1900.  Weather very cold so dismissed school in forenoon. Finished third month of school. Ellen (Grandma) visited school in afternoon.  Made report out of third month of school.”

Again Grandma took over writing:  “Got up at half past six to find the fire out.  Washed and ironed in forenoon. Visited school in afternoon. Went to bed at half-past nine.  Nothing on TV worth watching” — NA — you know I added that last thought about the TV!

So far it sounds as if the report writing is a family affair  — I think the school was a one room school with one teacher (Grandpa) and less then 20 students   — and within walking distance of the home — we will find out more later on —

Some day I hope to find  in their writings my mental image of the good old days:   Bright sunny morning, two men walking to work on a clean sidewalk, a boy riding a bike throwing newspapers onto the porches, a barbershop with men discussing whatever,  women working over a kitchen project of apple sauce making. a cat hissing at a dog around the end of a picket fence, etc…..  You know — Mayberry RFD  before any automobiles!

Do not forget to read about hunting on the previous posting. just scroll down.

Feb 17, 1900  (Grandpa’s life on that day from his diary):

Snowed all day. Was at Scalp (a coal mining village of 200 souls in the hills of southern PA mountains 10 miles from home) two times in forenoon. Bought 2 3/4 lbs.  chuck roast a 10 cents — 28 cents  16 pounds sugar – $1.00 and 2 lbs rice at 8 cents = 16 cents . Edward and Noah Ripple were here for dinner. Afternoon Ed, Dorthy Lambert and I went to Windber  and came in on the train. Paid 4 cents for ticket.  Fixed my shoe in forenoon. Mailed a letter to Anne Brubaker. I ironed 2 shirts, a pair of cuffs, and a collar.

——— MY COMMENT! no golf, no fear about national budget, no middle east fears — NO FEAR! WOW, No Daytona 500, No Basketball on TV  WOW!

That is it folks.
Bye!

I grew up in a hunting culture — out in the mountains where hunting was a a passage into manhood ritual. Spect I was no more then 12 or 13 when I got my first hunting gun. We only went hunting a couple days a year — for rabbits on Thanksgiving and Opening deer season the Monday following Thanksgiving.  Being farmers, that was the only recreation I ever did with my Father – and I loved it then and I still love hunting.

Maybe that is because I thought I got good at hunting —  I spent any free time I had as a kid out in the woods studying signs left by animals. I tried to train myself to read any disturbance in the mud, grass, tree bark  — what ever to see if I could figure out “who” did the disturbance.  Then I would attempt to track the disturbance maker — cause I just knew it was at the other end of the disturbance somewhere.

Lately I have been trying to allot some time to hunt every day — with my camera.  So, now, hunting is trying to find something  I would not normally see unless I went “hunting.”

Hole 18 — Almost sunk a long put — Game lost and over but In a tree by the cart path a bird singing — actually calling another bird for some reason — the hunt was to find the other bird — it was found!  See that was a fun hunt — and I did not have to put on heavy cloths, tot a shot gun (as our V. P. as our V.P. suggested), and the bird got to live another day!

So, that is the concept of my daily hunt.  I am not good at photography (shooting) yet but the photographs  do show what I shot on my hunt.

Recent shoots: (Click photo to enlarge and do return arrow to get back to this page)

Bye!

I enjoy my new camera — just a point and shoot with lots of complex settings to help me enjoy my outings on the cow pasture — I mean golf course — Maybe you will enjoy some of them.  Today I will try to create galleries from some old camera and new camera.  Maybe soon I will try some video  — all can be done with this simple point and shoot — That assumes that I can figure out the simple 260 page simple instruction manual!

ENJOY!

But do not forget Drummond — Do you know what this is?  

Bye!

Hey, we view them through our eyes for sure —

But, can we really train our brain to see them not just as a physical form but through their view of us?

You see, they put every thing they see into the perspective of their own brain — the processing of what they see physically is really formed by their past and not so past experiences, by the programming that God put in their brain to assure reproduction and the successful gathering of food, and their survival — not becoming food for others  — and MOST IMPORTANT their perceived consequences or responses by others to their own action and very being.

WOW how can we really walk that mile in someone else’s moccasins — unless of course we steal them and run a mile away — Ha Ha!

Not sure why I wrote all that but in my 18 hole cow pasture I came across one of my favorite animals — the armadillo
 — Golf course owners do not like them because they dig lots of holes in the fairway and greens  — I ask this guy, here, if he (or she) ever thought about that — He sure did not tell me that he ever thought about it. 
The golf course owner sits in an office trying to make a buck off of retired folks — who swing sticks at that little ball and somehow get it into a hole that the owner or his employee puts in the ground.  Of course the amordilla is confused because God programmed him to make holes. “So, why am I not liked by golf course people?” says he  — You see, he spends 90% of his time like this — making holes.

This is his view of the world.  See the holes in the upper right and lower right?

“Now how can the owner not like me? — Hell, I am made for him.  He should hire me, love me, and feed me”  — says the armadillo.

Armadillos have been around for millions of years –and you thought they were dumb — they sure seem that way  but if you were a one of these neighbors around the 18 hole cow pasture:

what would you order off the menu?  —

This

or

See — by keeping the shell and sort of ugly looks the armadillo is really smart! Bunny does not stand a chance.  So, if bunny is around tomorrow, I conclude bunny views his neighbors in a completely different way then the armadillo views the same neighbors.

So, try to train your brain to View yourself through the View perceived by
those around you!  Why? I don’t know. But if you could, you may have this reaction. Click to get action.

BYE 4 NOW!  Enjoy the ride as you wave to your neighbors and say Good Morning to your special person.  Hope their view of you is to your liking!