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UPON TURNING

 

Mile stones used to stand near my home,

Numbered on a flat-faced side. [1]

They told travelers how far they had come,

Or, if close to the end of their ride,

And the mile stones never lied.

 

February marks my own miles,

Marks the years of life since birth,

Fantastic memories fill bulging files,

Mind pictures spectrum, from tears to mirth,

Thank God for my years on earth.

– eab, Feb. ’93

[1] Along US 22 between Somerset & Rushville, OH

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“And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together

of the waters called he Seas:

and God saw that it was good.”

Gen 1.10

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What is the mystery called time?

Where was its place of birth?

Who invited its peel to chime

O’er everyman and wife of earth?

– eab,  2/10/05

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Crossroads –

You can do a 180 and go back where you were

You can turn left, partly warm but “liberal”

You can turn right, partly warm but “legalistic”

You can build a store on the corner, make money & settle down

                              Or, OR You can go on!  

– eab, 3/83

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Allow a personal note.  Today would have been my dad’s 111th Birthday.  His signature was a scrolling Clyde D Bryan (D stood for Durwood, a name he did not like but I think is OK, even fine).  Dad was born to Charles Edgar Bryan & Bertha Powers Bryan February 5, 1904.  As I’m told, somewhere in childhood (age 4?) he had a tricycle wreck & a stick went completely through his tongue.  The end turned black & the doctor snipped the black end off 😦 (have no idea of how much).  That was the reason given for Dad’s life-long stuttering.  He graduated from High School at Rutland, Ohio in 1923.

Dad married Mom (Ruth Evelyn) on 5/10/1927 also in southeastern Ohio.  Their children were Helen M Bryan Stump, Virginia M Bryan Dugan, Keith R Bryan, and yours truly, in that order.  (Dad lived to be the last of his family [“Last leaf upon the tree” –Oliver Wendell Holmes] Mom was the last of her family, and now I am the last of mine.) 

Before my memory begins Dad was a welder for Anchor Hocking (glass people).  Later he welded for Timken Roller Bearings.  It was there his eyes began to hurt him every time he welded and he had to stop.  He worked for Belden Brick for a while; and he sold Watkins Products.  Some of you will remember that Dad also sold Lifetime Stainless Steel Cookware.  A salesman that stuttered?  Yes, though he had this limitation, he was one of those about which we say, “he never met a stranger.”

The first car I remember Dad having was a 37 medium blue, Chevy.  (Before my time, I think, he owned a Pierce Arrow, a Graham.)  Then came a black 41 Pontiac followed by a one-owner 50 Chevy.  His first new car (I believe) was a green, 52 Chevy 4 door deluxe, bought as the 53’s were coming out.  He bought a new two-tone blue, 57 Chevy 210, then a 53 Cadillac Sedan deville.  I was with him when he drove the Cadillac to Columbus and we came home in a gold-colored, 58 VW (German model i.e. kilometers, etc).  Unless you are a car buff you have already too much, but he went on the own a 2nd Beetle, 2 Volvos, a Karmann Ghia, and 2 VW Squarbacks. 

Dad was 39 when I was born so could have been my grandpa but made a good Dad. I learned to work with his man and liked his humor (he even tell stuttering jokes 🙂 ).

I loved him and find myself saying things like, “Never see it on a galloping horse,” or “1 boy is a boy, 2 boys is ½ a boy, & 3 boys is no boy at all,” maybe “A miss is as good as a mile.” 

“If there are BDs in heaven Dad, I wish you a great one.  Love, your younger son, Edgar.” 

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What is the past  – a memory,

Encased in picture and word?

What is the future – a hope

A wish it can afford?

The present is all we have

This moment is all we live.

Use it wisely then to praise

Use it to love and to give.

– eab, 1/19/06

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God is in the future. God is in the past.

We have only the present and it goes by so fast.

The future lies before us, stretching out of sight.

The past days are opposite; back before there was light.

– eab, 1/11/07

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I cannot live tomorrow,

Nor should I even try.

I cannot live yesterday,

It’s gone for aye, bye-bye.

I cannot live the morning,

If it’s already past the noon.

I cannot live the evening,

(unless it comes “real soon.“)

I must live this hour!

Enjoying it, in the Lord,

Must live it in His power,

Through His presence, and His Word.

– eab, 1/8/06

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You met a new friend

On school’s first day.

You studied together

Then went out to play.

One or both graduated,

Or perhaps you moved away.

Where is that lad now?

Is he a man with good pay?

And if you were to met again

Whatever would you say?

– eab, 1/7/08

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TENSES

Now is our pleasure, in parts divided;

Three ways delighted,

Triplet in nature.

Present, past, future, in thoughts united,

Separately sighted,

In realm of measure.

But in the Land of Bliss, where time is no more,

Pleasure is endless, no after, before.

An eternal kiss on that wondrous shore.

– eab Dec. ’66

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