Growing Up In Indiana: Entertainment on a Saturday Night

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Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Times were simple, it was an uncomplicated life back then.

Growing up in the 50s, we were the fortunate ones. Little did we know what lie ahead of those innocent times.Life was hard but good. Money wasn’t an issue, nobody had any.

Our entertainment was simple, we either went to see friends and ate popcorn, or we went shopping in a grocery store with two aisles and stopped at grandmas on the way home. Or we stayed home.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

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We Have Created Our Reality

 

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Wisdom lost through the ages, common sense is no longer common.

Many dispute the fact that we humans create the reality we live in, most just shrug their shoulders and attribute everything that they experience as fate and search no further for answers.

Look around you, look at the current condition of the world, all the violence, the corruption, warfare, discontent, where did that come from? Did it just happen?

The world has always been a pretty cruel place, but it is an awfully beautiful planet as well. There have always been negative events in the world, but in this day and age, things are different. 

People condone bad behavior, it is accepted and no one judges or has an opinion.  This has lead to a general downfall of morals and values, and we have abandoned God.

What have we, as a country been thinking the last sixty years?

We wonder where God is, and how could he let these things happen to a righteous people?

Many look to an outside force for the cure to our ills, but the simple fact is, as a nation, we have become unrighteous., we no longer believe or try to uphold the values that this country was founded on and made us great.

Many discount any reference to people being able to create their reality, they believe it is all up to God.

Things go wrong and they ask,”Where is God?”

God was taken from the equation.

What has our thinking been the last several decades, where have our thoughts been?

Most have forgotten about what is important in life, worrying more about if they can afford the latest smartphone than they are about doing the right thing, or raising their kids in a good environment, teaching them good values and trying to lead them down the correct path in life.

As a nation, our values and ethics have gone down the toilet. If you casually mention how people thought or believed sixty years ago, you are looked at and scorned as if you came from a different planet.

A football player is ridiculed for praying on the field of battle while others are praised for disrespecting the American flag.

The democratic party booed God at their national convention in 2012, and we have kicked him out of the public arena.

Mass shootings are common in this era, all sorts of unnatural behavior is condoned and encouraged, and we wonder what happened.

We created our own reality.

A man reaps what he sows.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

In Trouble In Church: Life In the Fifties

 

 

After or during these socials, as well as in church we boys could always find trouble, seems as if it was lurking around every corner. As I grew older, mom became less willing to let me sit with other boys, not sure why.

One particular Sunday, Kenny and I were sitting in the back of the church behind a bachelor that was inclined to fall asleep. He had a habit of resting his head on his hand with his elbow firmly planted on the church pew. Sure enough, his head began to nod about halfway through the sermon.

One can only resist the urge so long, suddenly and without warning, I found my right index finger firmly lodged beside his elbow, one sudden jerk and it would be mission accomplished.

The unintended consequences were that his head hit the church pew and resulted in a sound that was heard throughout the church. 

I knew I was in trouble when mom turned around and glared at me. 

The next few Sundays, I sat quietly next to mom.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Indy 500

 

We lived about seventy miles from the Indianapolis 500 Motor Speedway. in those days, during the month of May, there was daily activity at the track. The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The race was always held on May thirtieth, making it fall on a weekday more often than not.

I can always remember listening to the race; every activity would stop so we could gather around the radio to listen to the pageantry from beginning to end.

The first race I remember was in 1953 when a lot of the old timers were still racing, Eddie Sachs, Billy Vukovich, Johnny Parsons and others always provided an exciting race.

It was a sad day in 1954 when Billy Vukovich was killed during the annual classic.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Cushman Motor Scooter

When I was about fourteen, I was able to buy a motor scooter with the money I had saved up by working various farming jobs, including baling hay. At last, I had something to drive other than a tractor. It was a Cushman “Box” scooter. I think that at one time they were used by the military during the “Big” war.

photo of a Cushman scooter

Riding the Cushman

It was in dire need of a paint job, so I tore it down and with the help of dad sanded and repainted it. I have to admit, it looked pretty cool when I was done. It was my pride and joy; I drove that thing everywhere, through the creek, across fields and even on the road as long as the road wasn’t heavily traveled.

The best part was that I now had transportation to my hay baling jobs.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Masonic Laws of Nature

 

 

The world is changing and changing rapidly. Old values and traditions are falling as new ones take their place.

Without a doubt, many old customs need to fall by the wayside, however, we need to be careful and not throw the baby out with the bath water. Too many of the values that have supported and guided mankind throughout the ages are also being questioned and many times discarded like yesterday’s fish dinner.

If mankind is to survive and evolve through the ages, there are certain universal truths that can never be discarded. The “Universal Truths” are set in stone and often referred to as God’s Laws”, or the Laws of Nature, or “Nature’s Laws”, these laws are based not only in common sense but on the laws of physics as well.

Most look upon God’s Laws as only those mentioned in the Bible or some other spiritual text. The laws of nature refer to not only these laws but to all actions that determine and control all human life and endeavors. They refer to not only such teachings as the Ten Commandments and the golden rule but to such things as the law of gravity and the laws of actions and consequences.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

An American’s Creed

 

American’s creed

I do not choose to be a common man, it is my right to be uncommon.

I seek the opportunity to develop whatever talents God gave me, Not security.

I do not wish to be a melt citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me.

I want to take the calculated risk to dream and to build. To fail and to succeed.

I refuse to barter incentive for a dole. I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence, the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia.

I will not trade freedom for beneficence nor my duty for a handout.

I will never cower before any earthly master nor bend to any threat.

It is my heritage to stand erect, proud and unafraid, to think and act myself, enjoy the benefit of my creations and to face the world boldly and say this with God’s help, I have done all this.

This is what it means to be an American.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome