After a morning and afternoon of Spring cleaning, we ventured out to Reaves Park to the Medieval Fair. Considering all of the events on campus that are running at the same time as the Fair, the traffic was easily manageable – as was the parking. Upon entering the grounds, I recognized many of the familiar … Continue reading “…tell her to make me a cambric shirt…”
Beginning today… history buffs, students, and fun-seekers alike can take a journey back in time to the age of kings, queens and knights at Norman`s 30th annual Medieval Fair – a Norman tradition which began in 1976, when two graduate students set out to recreate the Renaissance fairs they had seen in other states. However, … Continue reading Medieval Mischief In Its 30th Year!
You were born three years ago on this day, in this diamond of the High Plains we still currently reside – today is your birthday and you are three years old.
Another sweet and delightful year, in which you have grown so much – in a like manner, I have come to know you so much better. With this, the passage of your third year, I have been granted further insight into the person you are becoming – that is, the person you were born to be.
Closing my eyes and opening my thoughts to the manifold moments which have passed between us over these last twelve months, I can scarcely encapsulate the vast range of emotions that well up inside of me. You, my son, are close to my heart and I love you dearly.
I am writing this warbling missive to you in the still-dark-quiet of early morning – an hour of day that seems to reflect you quite well. Quiet and docile, but ever brimming with the potentiality of tarpaulin power and energy – which, at times, cannot be so easily contained and pours out of you in some raging torrent. You are a fascinating mixture of temperament and inclination, one that continues to elude my understanding – even as you grow more complex.
Awake. Shake nightmares forth from your surly head – O, you over-romantic fool! Do you think you can court such fancy to breed within your mind that her darker minions will not soon follow, like hellhounds upon your trail? Such a vile and gruesome vision to behold, to cruel to inflict upon one`s sleeping mind … Continue reading “…there lay the days between…”
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal – and if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am … Continue reading The Way Of Love
I awoke to the sound of a certain type of quiet, and not a good one. The quiet of two little children engaging in some form of mischief or another – the quiet of two little children doing something they are not supposed to, but are trying to keep from being discovered by their all-too-suspicious … Continue reading A Father`s Place
The day is near end, and I welcome its closing. Weary, with a stomach warmed by Pumpernickel and Mead. O, how my eyes yearn to slowly close against the deep opening of nightfall. As I sit at my desk, making a few notes for tomorrow and answering some correspondence, my ears are being filled with … Continue reading At the end of the day…