Remembering Clint Walker 1927-2018

I just found out today of the passing (last month) of one of

my favorite actors and television western stars...

In Memory Of  Clint "Cheyenne" Walker

"The Man They Call Cheyenne

Kelly Wayne

Norman Eugene "Clint" Walker
May 30, 1927-May 21, 2018
Rest In Peace



This is one of my favorite scenes from
the western series, "Cheyenne" featuring Clint
singing a famous old love song!

"Love's Old Sweet Song"
Clint Walker

By The Light of The Silvery Moon

Moonlight Road

Elena Dudina

"By the light of the silvery moon,

I want to spoon, to my honey, I'll croon love's tune,

Honeymoon keep a shining in June

Your silvery beams will bring love dreams, we'll be cuddling soon,

By the silvery moon..."

"By The Light Of The Silvery Moon"
Movie Poster

(1953)

Based on Indiana writer Booth Tarkington's "Penrod Stories"

"By The Light Of The Silvery Moon" is the sequel to the movie,

"On Moonlight Bay" and tells of the further comical adventures of

the Winfield family, who reside in a small Mid-western town in

the early 20th century.

"By The Light Of The Silvery Moon"

Doris Day and Gordon MacRae

"By The Light Of The Silvery Moon"

(1909)

Words by Edward Madden

Music by Gus Edwards

Full Strawberry Moon 2018

This week's full Strawberry Moon will reach it's lunar peak in the wee hours of

Thursday the 28th of June.  In the Cherokee language, the moon is called, Tihaluhiyi,

or the Green Corn Moon.  This waxing period marks the first appearance of

 "corn in tassel"and the flowering of other field crops

 like tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins.

This is a time to begin preparations for the upcoming mid-summer

Corn Dance and other festivals celebrated during the growing season. 

Traditionally, it was a time when a group of volunteers known as
 the AniGadugi Society made repairs to homes in Cherokee villages,
 while also attending to the special needs of the poor, the
elderly and the sick.

Full Strawberry Moon

June 28, 2018

June in southern New Jersey is when strawberries are ripe and

ready for picking, whether out in the field, or already picked and waiting 

at local farm markets or in the produce section of your local grocery store.

Strawberry season ends soon so go get your share of these delicious

 sweet red summer berries while they last!

I Am The Light Of The World

"Once more Jesus addressed the crowd.

He said, I am the Light of the world.

He who follows Me will not be walking

in the dark, but will have the Light

which is life."

John 8:12

Yeshua

Michelle Honles

I AM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

In this sick world of hatred

and violence and sin,

Where society renounces morals

and rejects discipline,

We stumble in darkness

groping vainly for light

To distinguish the difference

between wrong and right...

But dawn cannot follow

this night of despair

Unless faith lights a candle

in all hearts everywhere...

And, warmed by the glow,

our hate melts away

And love lights the path

to a peaceful new day.

Yeshua Is The Light

Zemer Levav

"I Am The Light Of The World"

Helen Steiner Rice

(1900-1981)

American Christian writer and poetess

The Song Of The Wild Rose Fairy

I am the queen whom everybody knows:

I am the English Rose;

As light and free as any Jenny Wren,

And dear to Englishmen;

As joyous as a Robin Redbreast's tune,

I scent the air of June;

The Wild Fairy Rose

Cecily Mary Barker

My buds are rosy as a baby's cheek;

I have one word to speak,

One word which is my secret and my song,

'Tis "England, England, England" all day long.

Sweet and dainty wild roses

"The Song Of The Wild Rose Fairy"

Cecily Mary Barker

(1895-1973)

English illustrator and poetess

The Song Of The Traveller's Joy Fairy

Traveller, traveller, tramping by

To the seaport town where the big ships lie,

See, I have built a shady bower

To shelter you from the sun or shower.

Rest for a bit, then on, my boy!

Luck go with you, and Traveller's Joy!

 The Traveller's Joy Fairy

Cecily Mary Barker

Traveller, traveller, tramping home

From foreign places beyond the foam,

See, I have hung out a white festoon

To greet the lad with the dusty shoon.

Somewhere a lass looks out for a boy:

Luck be with you, and Traveller's joy!

"Traveller's Joy is Wild Clematis; and when the flowers are over,

it becomes a mass of silky fluff, and then we call it Old-Man's-Beard"

-Cecily Mary Barker

"The Song Of The Traveller's Joy Fairy"

Cecily Mary Barker

(1895-1973)

English illustrator and poetess

The House By The Side Of The Road

"Thou shall love thy neighbors as thyself."

Matthew 22:39

In the wake of the trending news story about Sarah Sanders

being asked to leave a restaurant where she was dining with

her family due to the political bias of the owner, I  cannot

help being reminded of the days of segregation in this country

when black Americans were refused service at restaurants

and in other public establishments due to their race.

I am also reminded of the days before World War II

and the systematic persecution of the Jewish

citizens in Germany by the Nazis'

25 Point Party Program, which segregated Jews

from the Aryan or non-Jewish population,

 and which included Jews being banned from

eating in public restaurants.

White House Press Secretary

Sarah Huckabee Sanders

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the peace of their self-content;

There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,

In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths

Where highways never ran;

But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by-

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner's seat,

Or hurl the cynic's ban;

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,

By the side of the highway of life,

The men who press with the ardor of hope,

The men who are faint with the strife.

But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears-

Both part of an infinite plan;

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,

And mountains of wearisome height,

That the road passes on through the long afternoon

And stretches away to the night.

But I still rejoice when the travelers rejoice,

And weep with the strangers that moan,

Nor live in my house by the side of the road

Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by-

They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,

Wise, foolish,-so am I.

Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat

Or hurl the cynic's band?

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

"The House By The Side Of The Road"

Sam Walter Foss

(1858-1911)

American librarian and poet