Time Experience Thoughts

See three new power words f or the boys below -- for discusssion during our week together in Kansas visiting Grandma Dot for Thanksgiving. (New words in blue.) ~ Passion Focus Honor ~ T hink, T ough H abits E xcellence A ttitude N umbers S kills W . . . E . . . R . . . I . . . S . . . L . . . O . . . V . . . E . . . . . .  

Found it! I was looking for a photo of Terry Tenove -- he was number 11, and was our quarterback and defensive back. Today being 11-11-11, I thought of him. Especially a photo of him jumping high into the air to intercept a pass (as a defensive back). I can see the number 11 on his back. Well, I never found his photo, however, I did (finally) locate this drawing of a motorcycle I did in the late 60s. It is the third in a series of three motorcyles I drew when I was a mid-teenager. On this one I actually wrote the Arlo Guthrie verse, "I don't want a pickle, just wanna ride on my motorcycle ." (Page is partially riped.)   I don't want a pickle   Just want to ride on my motorsickle   And I don't want a tickle   'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle   And I don't want to die   Just want to ride on my motorcy... (See the first two motorcyles here: http://scottvanatter.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-pickle.html )

More items found in a box in the garage today. We lived in Irvine in the 80s. Every Fourth of July there was a parade. This photo of Carrie (in a local weekly newspaper) was taken on a very hot 4th of July. You can sorta see her red face. Sydney would probably have been in a stroller this year.

Sydney's Early Art I found a box in the garage today, found some old art, papers, etc. The bottom picture Sydney drew when she was almost 4 years old in Primary in Irvine; it is a fish. A while later, before we moved to Virginia, she wrote her name in multiple colors.  

Autumn By Scott Vanatter, 1964 poem (Grade 5) Red, yellow, green leaves,   Tiny bee flying over trees,     Fall singing for me.

This Boy (Like His Brothers) By Scott L. Vanatter, September 21, 2011, poem in honor of Cade’s birthday This boy, Like his brothers, can cover a lot of Ground! We can feel that in this boy, As in his brothers, real faith and true joy Abound. This boy that follows his leaders - His mother, his father, and others - thus also Becomes One. We plainly see the shine of this boy’s deep inner smile - And all his brothers’ - which lights our way back into the bright presence of The Son.

Lest We Forget 9-11 By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written 9 September 2011 Everyday evils are often, even purposely,      Forgotten. Ultimate evil, barely even conceivable by us, rarely      Pierces the mind.      Though it is all around the world. Every day. It's tuned out.      Some other thought takes its place, any other thought.      Attack. Remember      The day, Remember      That act. Never forgetting      The surreal sight,      The first image, that second image,      Unremitting, unreal images,      Unknown questions, unformed thoughts,      Disconnected shock.           Terror, numbed fear.      The horror. The horror.  ...