Back To The Beginning

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Begins life
Totally dependent on others

Initially taking baby steps,
Exploring the world outside of self

Growing…learning… bonding

Decade upon decade,
Extending the boundaries of our realm
OUTWARD

Until, in old age,
The tables are turned

Fragile legs take halting steps

Children become parental;
Parents become childlike

Focusing increasingly
INWARD

Our world begins to shrink
Ever smaller in size

Until coming full circle

Back to square
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Inspired by Daily Prompt – Baby

Searching For That Pot Of Gold

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Left to Right: Loyal, Kenly, Grandmother and Otis in 1931

Hopes and dreams
In the absence
Of a healthy dose of
Reality
Is a sure recipe for
Disaster

My uncle Loyal was the youngest of three boys in a family of five children.

I remember him to be an affable individual, with a broad smile, a true gift of gab and a kind heart.

Loyal was also a big dreamer, who generated a plethora of get rich quick schemes over the course of his lifetime.

Always in pursuit of the trophy fish, he threw back the daily keepers which could have provided ongoing sustenance and stability for his family.

He did in fact land a real whopper, once.  Loyal created one of the very first scratch card games.  It was a big hit in Canada.  The dollars came rolling in.

My uncle moved his family from a modest apartment to a rambling estate along the Missouri River, complete with a swimming pool, pond and guest house.  Life was good.

A failure to read the fine print, however, cost him in the end.  After a few short years, the royalties slowed to a trickle and then stopped, altogether.

His family’s economic and emotional roller coaster hit bottom, again.

For his son Butch, it was the last straw.  Enrolled in private school and living the high life one minute….with the phone disconnected and bill collectors at the door, the next.  Humiliating for anyone to endure, it was especially devastating to a teenager.

Butch had a nasty “accident” while cleaning his gun.  Although never officially ruled a suicide, I believe that to be the case.  He was just fifteen.

I was sixteen when Butch died.  His death was transformational.  Overnight, I went from invincible teen to mere mortal, intimately staring death in the face for the first time.

I gained a new appreciation of how fortunate I was our family was never on that roller coaster ride with Butch.

I learned being a “Steady Eddie” daily breadwinner isn’t always glamorous, but it is one of the most admirable of traits to possess.

Sometimes being successful comes with unexpected costs.

Inspired by Daily Prompt – Successful

Home Away From Home

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My husband and I have been visiting Estes Park, Colorado
and nearby Rocky Mountain National Park since 1981.

We were there in 1982 a few weeks before the Lawn Lake flood
in the park, which sent water barreling down the main drag
of Estes, while creating an alluvial fan and small lake within
RMNP.

We were there in 1991 when RMNP turned 75 and again in
2016 for RMNP’s 100th anniversary and our 40th year of
marriage.

We witnessed the devastation of the September, 2013 flood which
transformed the alluvial fan and recreated a small lake in RMNP
after all those years.

Just like our own lives, RMNP continues to evolve. Nothing can
remain the same.

The mountain vista view in this photo is one of my favorite places
within the park.

The wood bridge rails have been replaced with railroad ties, which
don’t have near the same ambience, in my opinion.

Nonetheless, each time I stand there and gaze into that picture
perfect mountain postcard, I know without a doubt that I am
home again.

Inspired by Discover Challenge: Finding Your Place