What can we know about the lives of a married couple who will spend eternity together?
Cleatus was five years older than Elva and if he was 26 when they married, she was 21, and that would mean they married in 1909. When Elva passed away in 1960, they would have been married for 51 years and would have had a grand celebration the year before her death.
One can imagine that Cleatus would have been broken and lost without his precious Elva, but he hung on for another 14 years and at the age of 91 his last thought must have been a happy one, knowing he would see his bride once again.
Lives of long ago, very much the same today.
On a chilly day in early November I walked without concern until I heard what sounded like something flying past me at a very quick speed. So quick, I could not see it, although I could feel a presence and there was an awful smell, like something that died long ago, but refused to give up its stink. Again and again it swooshed past me and my steps became more urgent as I became genuinely afraid. I passed someone’s trash and grabbed an old 2×4, just in case I might need it. That would be fine, if it was a human I was sensing, but this was something else, I was certain. Then I heard it and could not believe what it said
“I want to suck your blood”…I looked up and…and… oh my God……there it was!!
P.S I can no longer see my reflection in the mirror, which turns out to be a blessing. My wife really likes my stamina, but my dog only growls at me. But the best part is that there is a vampire convention next year in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and flying there will be much cheaper this time. Quicker too.
A belated but heartfelt THANK YOU to all of our brave veterans who left family and the comfort of home to serve our nation, sometimes at great peril.
My wife and I are both veterans and met in the Navy many, many years ago. Not only was I lucky enough to score my life long companion, she is also my best friend and lover. And I have a great sense of pride that comes from having served.
Another beauty laying low in the junkyard. Many of us no doubt did have a father who drove a Cadillac. My father drove an Olds, but then he used to sell them and always drove something brand new. Before that he sold Fords for a bit and drove an Edsel for a time. Man that was one ugly car, but not this Caddy, which ruled the day, and lit up the night.
Even though she won’t be 8 until Halloween, this was an image I could not pass up. I call this Gold on Gold, and think the leaves work well with my beautiful girl’s coat. Those of you who look at my work know how much Pumpkin means to me, and how much joy she brings to everyone she meets. Pure love, golden and forever.
As if in eternal rest, a pastel shell of a car sits in a Colorado Junkyard with a seemingly endless field behind it. Perhaps this beauty looks so comfortable because it came from the open plains, where it carried a happy and loving family on many adventures. Its work long since completed, it sits and reflects, aging with grace and beauty.
Come to think of it, she chills quite a bit.Pumpkin is a very happy dog but when we go away in the motorhome she is always content and especially mellow. Here I was a bit lazy with my photo as she was sitting below the dining room table and I just shot from there, instead of getting much lower as I usually do. I think she matches the rug, floor, and wood cabinets nicely. I adore her.