Saturday, July 4, 2015

Is July the 4th really just another Presidents Day?

Hey you! Yes you! United states Citizen. 


  Please do something me, for you, for US. Every country on this earth has a 4th of July. Please refer to our July 4th as Independence Day rather than just another date on a calendar.


 Here is where I sadly lose a few of you. This is NOT really a celebration of our independence from Britain.
Granted, anything you do in your life, any day we have set aside, is really for you to do and think as you please.

 I would like to share, with you, some dates that I learned about today.


  •  July 2, 1776 was the actual day that the Continental Congress agreed to declare independence. 
  •  The Revolution started in April '75. 
  •  Jefferson wrote the first draft of the Declaration in June '76. 
  •  It was signed on August 2, 1776. 
  •  Great Britain didn't even get a copy until November '76. 
  •  The final wording of the Declaration of Independence was agreed on by the Continental Congress on July 4, 1776. So, that was the date that was handed out on all the copies. 
 Because Govt. is so good at what they do, Congress took nearly a century before declaring in 1870 July 4 to be a national holiday!


 OK here is the fun part where the nay sayin' evil doers come in. John Adams and Thomas Jefferson both died on July 4, 1826, so those of you that seem to hate our founding fathers have reason to celebrate too!!!

Oh come on everybody loves dead presidents!


Let's get this rolling again!

I was posting  a lot of comments on Facebook that seemed really too much for it. I would like more interaction with the world than what facebook is giving me.

I am going to try and post some of my larger thought processes here rather than in facebook replies.  Hopefully I can retain more of my Facebook friends and family by keeping clutter and opinions that they may be embarrassed by off their timelines?  Not sure I know the correct lingo.



Sunday, March 17, 2013

Hawaiian Leprechauns?

My wife gave me Irish Cream flavored creamer in my coffee this morning.  Her cup was adorned with shamrocks. Also, for those who didn't know, Annette's maiden name is Ireland. Really, that's about all I have to say about Saint Patrick's Day. However I do recall a story by my Grandfather.  I'll share with you here.



                                                                        The Inside Story       
                                                                                   By          
                                                                       Kai E. E. Theilade

Having just celebrated Saint Patrick's Day, I was surprised to find that few people know just how the  Leprechaun happened to be.    Therefore, I feel that I should tell you this factual story of a forgotten people.

The story starts in our beautiful Hawaiian Islands.  There, as you undoubtedly know, grow flowers that are found nowhere else on the planet.  Many things in the islands have double names -  such as muu muus that pass for a loose dress and much like Washington's Walla Walla that means 'lots of water'.

Well, on a recent trip to the islands I spent some time on the island of Kuai - which is known as the 'garden island' as more flowers are there than anywhere else.  On the island it is a place called the 'The Menehune Ditch'.  Wondering about this ditch, I followed a narrow road up into the hills to see what I could find.

The road lead well backed into a canyon at the foothills of the island's central mountain (which has the distinction of being the wettest spot on earth).  Here starts what is a hand built ditch, or flume, to carry the water to the lower reaches of the island.

While wandering about in the canyon, I came upon a natural bower of flowers I had not seen before.  I was so engrossed I had not heard the approach of a very tiny lady dressed in a gown of flowers.  She informed me that she was princess Hui Hui - which means 'Princess of the Flowers' in Hawaiian.  I had heard of the Menehunies -as, of course, have you- but this was my first contact with a real live one: and a princess at that!  She told me many things about the island, their flowers, and their formation.  This is the information she shared:

"This island was the first of this island group that God made.  As it was a very small island, it was only fitting that He should make the people small also.  As everyone must have a purpose in life, He gave them the task of planting flowers.  First the seeds would be cared for in the nurseries and these, of course, had to have water.  Thus the ditch was built to carry the water to the nursery.

"Each group of Menehunies had a specific flower to care for.  One day, one of the groups had gone out to do the planting, when they noticed the sails of a ship.  As they watched the ship drop anchor in a cove they became very curious about it.  They found a way to get out to the ship and get aboard.  While looking it over, the ship got underway.  They and their precious seeds were forced to hide on board the ship.

"Many days they sailed.  Eventually the ship came of the coast of Ireland.  The seas were very rough and the ship floundered on the rocks off the Irish coast.  The Menehunies managed to get ashore with their bag of seeds by riding a broken mast.  There in Ireland they were welcomed by the natives and were assured a happy home.  But, since the Irish could not remember the name 'Menehune' they simply call them little people - which in Irish is 'Leprechaun'.

"Oh yes!  The bag of seeds contained those of the Shamrock.  That is why they only grow in Ireland".

I thanked Princess Hui Hui for telling me the true story of the little people.  As I left, she gave me this small gold ring which I still treasure.

                                                                          The End

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Horse manure?

I guess I could start by explaining my nickname.  Being of the first video game generation, I needed to put something in the top scores area.  Many of the games I played allowed 8 characters.  I wanted to use my name but wanted something more.

 Back then the word "studly" was being used allot, and so I combined the two.  I knew nothing of what a true 'stud' was, but I thought being a stud meant someone cool, the age of innocents.  I did do allot of chasing and kissing of the girls, but I really had  no idea the actual definition of 'stud'.



Here my school picture shows evidence on my cheek of a love scratch  from Wendy Chambers, a girl I often pursued. I assure you it was not made out of anger, simply and accident of passion.

Not the only accident I had. Another time I remember chasing her through the high grass.  She darted right and as I went after her, I slipped in poo. 

In the beginning...

  I am not much of a writer, but I do have allot of tales.  Going through my Grandads memoirs has inspired me to share some thoughts and remembrances of my own.  My stories may not be one hundred percent accurate but they will be how I remember them.