What was behind the door? We never knew, because the key and the knowledge to unlock it had been lost long before.

12/23/16

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016

“Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls. Books, not weapons. Morality, not corruption. Intellectualism and wisdom, not ignorance.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

12/4/16

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What happened to the Wizard of Oz’s giant head, when he no longer needed it.  I’ll tell you what, it had its own series of adventures.  Everyone paid so much attention to that Dorothy girl, that they never noticed the head rolling off on it’s own.

Village Gate Square

12/8/16

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A stair can be an extension of a closet.  If you trust your neighbors or neighborhood you can put all kinds of things on a stair, particularly it they are wide enough.   I once had a stair in an apartment that went nowhere, and was a perfect place to serve as a bookshelf.

11/30/16

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A cold winter day. The corn reminds me of how the Iroquis planted their corn, with the three sisters, corn, beans and squash. In some areas other Indians would add fish heads to the pile to work as fertilizer for the plants.

12/23/16

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12-24-16

© Words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016

Such a pretty little feast for the eyes, both inside and out.

12/23/16

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It was a hot day in July.  My father still younger, but old to me, and I were putting in posts.  There was a pond that needed to be fenced in.  My older sisters were somewhere else, as was my older brother.  It was my Dad and I, a post hole digger, gloves, and holes that needed to be dug.   We were putting order to the world, putting in a fence, marking boundaries between this side and that side.  Good hard work and good hot sweat.  If there is a heaven, I plan to help my Dad dig holes and put in fences.   Hard work making order of the world.  I’m sure God needs some holes dug, and I know the man I’ll spend some time digging them with.

They say it takes just two generations

Before we are forgot.

All the living, 

All the joys and sorrows

All the loves 

All forgot.

Just a name recorded somewhere.

My great grandparents will soon be gone from memory.

My paternal grandparents live on in a few memories

They to will disappear 

Next my parents

And in another 80 to 100 years

Myself will disappear 

Just a name on some papers

11/24/16

©Words and pictures Dan DeMarle 2016