Life On The Farm

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book, Those Were the Days My Friend.

It was a good life, growing up on a farm, I often felt sorry for my cousins who lived in Indianapolis. Financially they were better off than we were, but I had animals to be around, could go fishing anytime I wanted, a creek to play in and mom and dad pretty much let me roam anywhere I wanted on the farm.

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

Using Logic to Right the World

Written By: Gary Wonning

Logic teaches us to guide our reasoning discretionary in the general knowledge of things, and directs our inquiries after truth.  a regular train of argument whence we infer, deduce, and conclude according to certain premises laid down and we are given the facilities to conceive and reason where we are able to move from one graduation to another until the point in question is finally known or determined.

Sometimes life unknowingly follows logic and we often wind up somewhere and learn something other than what our original intentions may have been.

Such was the case several years ago when I had the opportunity to spend some time in the outback of Australia. Originally, the purpose of the expedition was to photograph various areas of the country with the goal to publish a photo book on the life of the Australian people, including the aborigines.

This particular morning, we were on our way to Ayres Rock, or Uluru as the aborigines call it. A giant monolith in the middle of Australia, the largest sacred site in the world.

The bus picked us up at about 6 AM and as it made the final stop at another hotel to pick up the last two people, a cute young lady and her brother boarded the bus.

By the time the young lady boarded the bus the only remaining seat was next to me, being quite shy, she reluctantly sat next to me.

More interested in getting some sleep than starting up a conversation, it was nap time.

A few hours later I woke from my nap and discovered the young girl had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

Being the perfect gentleman that I am, and quietly deciding what my next  move would be , I never moved so as to not disturb her.

Here I am, on a bus , 10,000 miles from  home,in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of people I’m never going to see again, and I have a cute young girl sleeping on my shoulder, I’m just going to savor this for a while.thank you God.

Soon she woke up, and realizing where she was , she was quite embarrassed.

Wanting to strike up a conversation, I asked where she was From. “Switzerland”  was the reply. She said she was traveling around the world with her brother and her final stop would be in the United States to visit her fiance who was a cadet at the Air Force Academy in Colorado.

So much for my well thought out plans.

She then asked about me and I informed her I was from the United States.

She then asked rather rudely, I thought,”What are you doing over here in Australia?”

Searching for an answer, I replied that I was with a group of 150 photographers that were photographing various parts of the continent and were planning on publishing a book upon returning to the states.

I asked her why she asked why I was in Australia.

Her reply,”If I lived in the United States I would never go anywhere else, you have everything there anyone could ever want or need.”

“WOW” I had never thought that before.

A 19-year-old kid from Switzerland just told me something I had never really totally realized before. I never forgot that.

A couple of weeks later, nearing the end of our journey, we entered the tiny town of Daly Waters in the Northern Territory a couple of hundred miles south of Darwin.

After spending nearly a month in the outback removed from the rest of the world, most of us had forgotten what day it was, it really didn’t matter as long as the driver got us where we needed to be when we needed to be there. By that time most of us didn’t want the adventure to end and remembering the day just made the time seem shorter.

As we entered the tiny village of a population of seventeen, I noticed an old C-47 with U.S. markings sitting on an abandoned runway. At the time I never thought much of it.

We entered the pub, looking for something to quench our thirst.

To our surprise, the pub was nearly full, this was unusual, even by Aussie standards. It was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week.

I wasn’t sure what day it was, but I knew it wasn’t the weekend, we were scheduled to be in Darwin on Saturday, this wasn’t Darwin, so it had to be the middle of the week.

Getting a drink, someone asked an older gentleman what they were celebrating.

  He replied they were celebrating the fourth of July.

We were startled, why would they be celebrating this America holiday?

His answer was that Australia was really appreciative about how the Yanks had bailed the Aussies out during WW2 when the Japanese attacked them during the war.

Totally unprepared, Australia would have fallen had it not been for help from the United States.

It was gratifying to see people appreciate what America had done in the past.

It was sure a far cry from the rhetoric from the media and the left.

I could go on and on, there have been numerous times the same theme has been conveyed to myself, and I’m sure to others as well.

Most people, even today realize, in spite of our faults, what a force for good the United States has been in world affairs.

Our local Shriner’s center has a weekly luncheon for the nobles who are able to attend.

A few years ago, a visiting noble from Massachusetts introduced himself and related how he was ninety-three years old, a world war two and Korean war veteran and how he was concerned about the direction the country was headed.

As he walked back to his seat, he stopped, put his hand on my shoulder and with a tear in his eye, said,”I just don’t want to leave this world in the shape it’s in.”

Here is a retired veteran, who has already given more to his country than most of us would even think about doing, wanting to do more.

That’s something you can hang your hat on.

In this country, We don’t fight for a president, a congress or a government, we fight for an idea, an idea born several thousand years ago carried down through the ages by men seeking light. An idea that finally reached fruition by a group of about two hundred men a couple hundred years ago in a hot humid room in Philadelphia.

The idea of freedom and liberty, the idea that men and women should be able to choose how to live and run their lives with the least amount of government interference possible.

That is what our men and women in the military and law enforcement fight for every day of their lives.

We Americans sometimes forget how lucky we are to live in the country we do, and enjoy the freedoms most others in the world can only dream about.

The same can be said for masonry, and its appendant bodies, masonry or a version of it has been around since the dawn of time. The secrets of masons in masonry will tell you everything you need to know, to not only lead a good life, but improve the lives of others and our country.

We don’t have to do anything new, the mysteries of masons in masonry aren’t secrets, they are out in the open for those able to see them.

The planet is rebooting we did in the 60s, some things are disappearing and many others are appearing.

Many of the old ways, thankfully, are falling by the wayside, making way for a new and better version.

All we need to do is to not throw the baby out with the bathwater, discard what doesn’t work and keep what works.

How do we know what to keep?

Remember what made this country great and all the good we as Americans have done in the world.

As I try to explain in my book, “The Wisdom of Our Ancestors,” by the way, it’s available on Amazon along with the six other books I have written, I list 39 different principles we were taught growing up that are no longer taught to many of our young people,

All we need to do is get back to the basics and apply the time-worn principles of masonry.

In this country, We don’t fight for a president, a congress or a government, we fight for an idea, an idea born several thousand years ago and carried down through the ages by men seeking light. An idea that finally reached fruition by a group of about two hundred men a couple hundred years ago in a hot humid room in Philadelphia.

The idea of freedom and liberty, the idea that men and women should be able to choose how to live and run their lives with the least amount of government interference possible.

Those are the principles we stand for.

How do we, as masons, return our country to its rightful standing in the world and before God?

We just use logic, Logic teaches us to guide our reasoning discretionary in the general knowledge of things, and directs our inquiries after truth.A regular train of argument whence we infer, deduce, and conclude according to certain premises laid down and we are given the facilities to conceive and reason where we are able to move from one graduation to another until the point in question is finally known or determined.

We don’t have all the answers, we just take one step forward, and follow our guide, the answers will be given to us at the proper time.

We walk by faith, not by sight.

Retiring in 1994 from United Parcel Service where he became a member of the distinguished UPS Circle of Honor, whose nine thousand plus members have all attained over twenty-five years of safe accident-free driving

Gary has done everything but retire.   After moving from his native state of Indiana to Sedona Arizona, he continued to not only drive but study native cultures and the changes in our own American culture.

The author of seven books, all published on Amazon.

www.journeysthrulife.com

He has seen the decline of a once great nation, to one that has become lost and struggling for a new identity.

Just like some of the great cultures of the past, America has become a victim of it’s own success, achieving much in the field of science and technology, but losing the spiritual foundation that once made it great.

We also run the risk of losing our culture and our way of life if we don’t once again return to the doctrines that made this great nation great.

  

Drug Abuse In The Military

 

I am often reminded of how bad the drug and the alcohol problem is in this country. There are news reports daily concerning overdoses and deaths and it seems the problem becomes worse every day.

I never realized how long the problem had been developing until I recently talked with a friend of mine who was stationed on an aircraft carrier in 1967 during the Vietnam conflict.

He was telling me that it seemed like everyone was smoking pot on the carrier and the ship actually smelled of pot. 

If this is true, and I have every reason to believe it is, why didn’t the brass do something about it?

They were probably smoking also.

He was also telling me there were certain places on the ship that white sailors didn’t dare go, to do so would have been detrimental to their health and safety. 

How did this happen and why isn’t it being reported, these issues are detrimental not only to the sailors on board but to our nation’s safety as well. 

How are members of our military supposed to create a unit to fight for a common cause, when certain sailors can’t enter a part of the ship because of their race? I always thought this was discrimination.

In today’s world, we aren’t allowed to talk about such things because of political correctness and it may offend someone, what about the people who are being subjected to this kind of abuse and no one says anything, and if they do say something, they would be discredited and probably disciplined.

We have some serious problems in this country, how can we solve them if no one says anything because of political correctness?

If we can’t identify the problem and discuss it, the problem will only get worse and will never go away. 

It will only create more racial discord and magnify to become an even greater issue.

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 Benghazi Video

We all remember the uproar created when Hillary blamed the attack on our embassy in Benghazi on a UTube video.

Even though that wasn’t the cause of the attack, it created quite a roar, and many still believe it.

About a month after the 2016 election, My wife and I happened to be having dinner at a restaurant in Venice Florida with a friend and a couple of her friends. 

I was sitting next to the gentleman and we were engaging in casual conversation when I by chance brought up the previous election. 

I think I said the wrong thing, the man next to me exploded, “I wouldn’t vote for Hillary on a bet,  Obama and she tried to get me killed.”

Taken aback, I asked why.

It seems he had produced the original video, which was favorable to the Islamic religion. It had been edited by the young producer and changed to cast an unfavorable light on the Muslim people, this was the video the blame for the attacks was placed on.

As a result, this man had all the major networks calling his office, who in turn called him to discover what was going on, when in fact, he knew nothing. 

Finally, the local sheriff gave him a visit and recommended he get out of the country for a while, which he did.

Even though he had nothing to do with the final production of the video and the video, in the end, had nothing to do with the Benghazi raid, his life and the life of his wife, and possibly even his employees was placed in grave danger.

All in the cause of politics and people in government having their own agenda, with little regard for anyone else or their safety.

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

Changing The Hearts and Minds Of the People

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

Changing Hearts and Minds

Many people believe there is some sort of grand conspiracy involving individuals who are bent on destroying this country by turning it into a Socialist or even worse a Marxist country. I guess in the grand scheme of things one could call it a conspiracy, however, even though certain individuals have been trying to accomplish that for decades, there is no conspiracy as such.

Neither is it just a coincidence. The truth is that like attracts like and this being the case, like minds are attracted to each other. People with the same interests and desires are naturally drawn together as in a group consciousness.

Much of this thinking grew from the unrest in the sixties and dissatisfaction with the status quo. It was a time of prosperity and many people began to feel left out. Instead of improving themselves and finding ways to participate in the “American Dream”, Instead of working for it themselves, they began to devise ways to take the wealth others had created, either through taxation or other devious and subtle means.

Many times this stemmed from a lack of self-confidence people had in themselves.

Of course, the politicians and media recognized this immediately, it seemed like the ideal situation to not only sell more newspapers, but votes could be garnered by preying on people’s sympathies and tendencies to want to help the less fortunate, everyone loves a victim.

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

Religion and Basketball

Written By: Gary Wonning

In Indiana, we had two religions, church and basketball. We practiced both daily, went to church on Sunday and the basketball game on Friday night, without fail. High school basketball was so popular and important the school’s gymnasium would often hold more people than lived in the tiny towns.

The stores would close if there was a game in town, they may as well. There wasn’t anyone including the business owners, who were going to miss the big game.

There wasn’t enough money to make them keep open their store on Friday night.

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

We Tried To Make The World A Better Place

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.  For my grandchildren, I’d like better.  I’d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.  I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.  I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.  And I really hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.  I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.  I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother.  And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him.  I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.  On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.  I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.  I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn you hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.  I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it.  And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.  May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.  I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you–tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.  To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.

Paul Harvey. . . GOOD DAY!

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