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Hate and greed—the evil twins COVID 19 has brought out in the open.

Gunfire and shouting: Soldiers followed by looters force a family to flee into the mountains. 2020 Central America? No. 1940 Nazi Europe? No. 1838, southeastern USA? Yes!

Stone Man and the Trail of Tears: Juvenile Fiction: Soldiers attack 12-year-old Tsatsi’s Cherokee village, his family flees to the Smokeys. Facing storms, flood, & hunger, they go where Stone Man, a monstrous giant, may dwell.

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Keep the kids busy!

Bannock Recipe

Used by Indians in Canada & American Backpackers. In this age of bread shortages, this recipe can be used at home—mix in a bowl and cook over a stove. The kids might even enjoy helping.

In 2-quart freezer bag

2 cups all-purpose flour

½-teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons baking powder

1-tablespoon sugar

¼ cup powdered milk

Cook that stuff!

  1. Put 1 cup cold water in bag and let sit a couple minutes.
  2. Mix thoroughly (shake, rattle, and roll).
  3. Put into greased (buttered) skillet. Liquid margarine works great.
  4. Cook until brown. You can turn it or hold the top next to a campfire to brown both sides. I just brown one side.
  5. Pig out – can be used for dessert with butter or strawberries. Without the margarine, it’s almost fat free.

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Tale of Woe

Life on a Deserted Isle

I cannot recall the last time I saw a human face,

Or heard the music of laughter and talking,

I scan the skies about me, hoping for signs of life.

I spy smoke on a neighboring isle, maybe a cooking fire,

I wave my arms, but no one appears or responds,

Perhaps they cannot see me, or they fear me.

 

I grow short of much needed supplies, my little isle is bare.

I decide to risk life and limb, hopefully secure provisions.

I take off in my tiny craft, thread around hostile isles,

I reach my destination and start my hunt on this lonely rock.

I stalk my chosen quarry with great cunning and skill,

From out of the shadows I pounce on my unsuspecting prey.

I scurry back to my craft and stow away my rightful prize,

 

I take off, on the lookout for thieves and robbers,

I dodge other isles, leery of losing my trophy before I reach home.

I arrive at my lonely isle, proud of my unmatched prowess,

Wisely, I hide it where no one can ever discover it,

I stand guard against a greedy world intent on depriving me.

No one is taking my TP! No one, I say!

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth spends entirely too much time drinking coffee and staring at blank walls]

 

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Quarantine

Lockdown Blues

Hey, don’t tell me I have nothing to do,

I’m sure not thinking about little ole you.

I’m counting the flowers on the wall,

Waiting for civilization’s certain fall.

 

My beard has grown down past my belly,

I smell just like grandma’s mushroom jelly.

Playing card games with a deck of fifty-one,

So yes, I’m having lots and lots of fun.

 

I stay in bed all night and most of the day,

Trying to figure out why you went away.

Be a good girl, throw a log on the fire,

I might let you slip back under the wire.

 

I got no TP, but I never have to worry,

For life has lost all its bustle and hurry.

Vines covered my front door and my old car,

But even if I wake up, I’m not going very far.

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth was too sleepy to remember the words to the Statler Bros. great old song, so he added his own sorry words]

 

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Water kelpies inhabit Scottish lochs and rivers. They are evil spirits taking the form of a black, aquatic horse. But out of the water, they just might take human form! Beware!

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Ancient Maya?

The Mayans are still with us! While I do not speak it, I learned a few words. (I used a tape that almost twisted my tongue! Yucatec Maya)

Bix a beel? – How are you?

Bix a k’aaba’? – What’s your name?

Ja’ – water

Ko’olel – woman

Jun – one

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Eostre

Today, Thursday March 19, is the Vernal (Spring) Equinox, the day when night and day are even. Also, the first day of Spring, thank God. The ancient English called it Eostre after Eostre, a dawn/fertility goddess. They celebrated this day with bunnies and eggs. Also pictured is the Spring Equinox Celebration at the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan Mexico.

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