5 Young Men

Photo’s are able to take us back in time. Let us go back to this photo I found here in the library of 5 young men. The Young Men in this photo are: Mark Coffin, Charlie Horton, George S. Riegel, John Vining (not sure the spelling is correct), and Robert E. Meyers. Handsome group of young men.

This photo was taken here in Wilsey by Peddycord. This Photo was taken in………… 1892.

Train In Wilsey

When you come through Wilsey now, as a young person (below the age of 45) and you look around it looks lonely and lost. At one time thanks to the railroad Wilsey was busy little town. There were doctors, a dentist, Bank, gas station, a theater, and even a grocery store. All of that is gone now. The school closed down in 2002. Those of us still here in Wilsey have chosen it for different reasons. My family and I love this little town.

So Saturday I did not get the photo posted on here, but I did on Facebook. This photo is of the Train and the Train Station that use to be here in Wilsey. I do not know the year of the photo.

May is National Photography Month

      The First Photograph, or more specifically, the earliest known surviving photograph made in a camera, was taken by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in 1826 or 1827. The image depicts the view from an upstairs window at Niépce’s estate, Le Gras, in the Burgundy region of France.
      The First Color Photography was not taken until 1861 when James Clerk Maxwell presents a projected additive color image of a multicolored ribbon, the first demonstration of color photography by the three-color method he suggested in 1855. It uses three separate black-and-white photographs taken and projected through red, green and blue color filters.

My Life is a Bowl

My Life is a Bowl
My life is a bowl which is mine to brim
With loveliness old and new.
So I fill its clay from stem to rim
With you, dear heart,
With you.
My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and glimpse of blue.
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
Are you, dear heart,
Are you.
My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Home to the heaven of your true eyes,
Home, dear heart,
To you.
~May Riley Smith

The Rainy Day

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

But still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



Dried Apple Pie

Dried Apple Pie

I Loathe, abhor, detest, despise,
Abominate dried-apple pies.
I like good bread, I like good meat,
Or anything that’s fit to eat;
But of all the poor grub beneath the skies,
The poorest is dried apple pies.
Give me the toothache, or sore eyes,
But don’t give me dried apple pies.
The farmers takes his gnarliest fruit;
‘Tis wormy bitter, and hard, to boot;
He leaves the hulls to make us cough,
And don’t take half the peeling off.
Then on a dirty cord ’tis strung
And in a garret window hung,
And there it serves as roost for flies,
Until it’s made up into pies.
Tread on my corns, or tell me lies,
But don’t pass me dried apple pies.
~Author Unknown