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Memories: The Ranch

blog-pix3.jpgWhen you think of hay, you think of grass seeds and alfalfa from the greatest farmlands in the Pacific Northwest. Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter where you live near these so-called – “farms.” It could be anywhere in America or anywhere in the world.

There are a billion little things about living on a farm or a ranch as some may call it, give or take. The smell of fresh living Douglas and Noble Fir trees towering the surrounding hills of my grandparent’s farm and more as I reminisced my childhood memories during the late 1960s and early ’70s, as my Mother and I followed the clan of my late Aunt and Uncle and Grandparents to a rural remote town not far from the Lane and Douglas County Line in Western Oregon along the heart of the Willamette Valley in what was known at the time in the 1800s has the Applegate Trial with a connection to the Oregon Trail to the north.

Ranch 2019

It felt like home – very much at home, far and away from the nearest big city some thirty to forty-five minutes from where we lived along the Interstate Five corridor. The setting was picture perfect and was at ease to call home.

I was only a tyke, a three-year-old that had strong memories and strong abilities to even conquer the most ambitious dreams in life while living on the family farm.

What made the most of these memories is something that stuck like glue – yes glue. Evidently “Super Glue,” wasn’t invented until the late 20th Century, as most baby boomers in my generation would’ve seen today in their lifetimes.


Life was brittle, it was momentum for a three-year-old that was a die hard in the sake of paradise living in the prime needles of vast Oregon farmland. What more could a kid at that age get in the primes of growing up? Tons of memories and stories to tell the future grandkids the towering stories of the family heritage and the ghostly ghouls of “Bigfoot” and howling werewolf stories around the family campfire during those warm summer nights.

Living in the boonies, “the sticks” was cherished and lasting of a lifetime. I still dream of building a log cabin style ranch house with a picturesque writer’s studio and office overlooking the lower pasture of my families ranch. Perhaps someday, when the mega wins of the lottery become a dream – “The Ranch,” will get its dream house built and from its birth and upward ho in the finest needles of Douglas and Noble Firs.

A total inspiration isn’t just a gem, it’s a needle in the haystack that still needs to find its way to life and its inspirational thoughts to the writer’s heaven, i.e., the “writer’s studio,” where it takes on a life of its own.


The Writer’s Pen

02eb88b3f0f76540cc223c13acc6688fIn all seriousness with the bets of life – several friends on my Social Media networks are saying that “I got this?”. Literally with a new job being lined up, as I gear up to start my new position in my career field in the food industry – I’m starting to feel a little critically acclaimed that life is – again, is really starting to begin with the second chapter in the book of life, as I stated in a previous post, recently published earlier this week.

As I take the stroke of one of my favorite writer’s pen that sits nestled in my pen and pencil cup, I’m hesitating to figure out where the lastest keyboard strokes and the written strokes freshly written into my ” Blog Draft’s Journal,” where most of my ideas sit candidly and await their turn to breath new life into their storied and treasured joy to be written into the words for several blogs still being qued into the editing process to be published into future stories for my daily or weekly ritual of blogs to be published in future blog posts.

It’s the story behind the pen that makes the strokes of the written words come alive and bringing the story to the readers as “treasured” works. Perhaps, “it’s too good to be true,” but oddly enough, it could be “the real deal” at least to say?


Sadly enough, its either fiction or non-fiction at least to say? One of my late journalism instructors in college once mentioned those very same exact words – today it still rings true in many ways – give or take. You pick. Be the judge and converse the realities in which words are about to come alive in the ages if electronic media, something we didn’t have back in the late 20th Century until it hit the fan well into the new century.

With the digital age of technology these days, it only gets more technical as we advance in age through the century and well into the future – the past is only a memory that we can cherish some fifty years ago before the digital age took off like a firestorm. Perhaps that where life is leading us today? Give or take – we shall see, that’s a wrap. But my trusty writer’s pen is still my working buddy when I’m literally stuck at the digital age of my keyboard pounding the strokes of the Liberty Bell, all while looking at the daily rituals of life of the western horizon of the Great Lakes region for additional inspiration to pen my next masterpiece.




“Jelly Beans in life”


il_340x270-1319978492_hfi1I got the jelly beans of wondering where life would lead me this time around? This week made a major turning point in realizing the meaning of life as my Cancer battle began two years ago.

For the first time in my entire life, I’m really alone without the most productive springboard in life – My Loving mother, who penned on leaning on a promise in life that she’d be there in life as a “big supportive player in all the major steps,” I’ve walked in through this entire earth, as she lived her life to the final days of her life’s ever ending battles of her own struggles with life.

“Mother knows best” as they say, “Father knows best” as when it comes to the father’s side of things. The meaning runs true as if you were watching the classic 1950’s television show, “Father knows best.” The same game plan, the same scenario with a twist to the motherly side of things, as if the show was written to the mother’s side of things in the family.

il_340x270-1319978492_hfi1With hope, strength, courage still riddled into my morals of life, the beat continues to beat to the songs and chants of life. I’m not entirely opposed to chasing life entirely on my own – even though I’m well into my early fifties as the second chapter of life in my book of life is written into stone and fine-tuned into the stalls of life.

Perhaps? The second chapter of life as you grow well into your next fifty years into your 100-year Centurian mark of life, you’ve struggled with the accomplishment of achievements you made during your entire life without the gaps of failures tramping across the horizon and ricocheting across the pond negatives before they became the crown jewels of positive achievements.

My springboarding to achieve the goals in life is to achieve them in the best possible way that I can work them into the great voids of futuristic positives and assure my entire moral of life that can be attested to the right outcomes in life, rather than the false negative that can throw the entire game plan out into the entire playing field of drift, agony, intolerance and more the leads those positive achievements into the falsehoods dire consequences and the good vibes never get written onto the headstone over my elegant dead body if my likelihood never beats the fight of Cancer and the greatest achievements in life.

As I said before, “Chapter Two,” is only now being written into the harden stone tablets atop the highest mountain peak that oversees the vast iconic valleys and towering Noble and Douglas fir tree’s that tower the great region of the Pacific Northwest from all angles of the “Lewis and Clark Trail” to the north along the Columbia Gorge near Portland, Oregon, to the wagon ruts of the “Applegate Trail” to the Southern tip of the bordering states of Southern Oregon and Northern California, the story continues to be written until the end of time.

Until then, “that’s a wrap!” – until we meet again on the same Bat Channel, same bat time (who knows when?) and remember a “writer writes always!”

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Shockwave – The void

writing-desk-santiago-chileIt’s intimidating enough, the void’s of life have changed the name of the game.

Every since, my Mom passed away, those void’s haven’t been holding up well, even though, it has hit my father hard as his life has been completely changed by the recent events of my Mother’s passing of the torch to the lights of heaven and its holy grace at the gates.

Life for us both has been saturated and bestowed in agony and loneliness, as we live on opposite sides of the country.

With dreams now shattered to shreds, not knowing what life would’ve been like, if my Mother hadn’t passed away and I had the loving chance of seeing her personally over the upcoming holiday’s, after being away from home for nearly two-years. She would’ve been thrilled, as, if I were just returning home from deployment in the Military.

The change of time, space and fading memories came sooner, than, one had ever thought possible in life. “There’s sense,” some day – “life will bring us back as one, as we leave this world for the new life elsewhere in the heaven’s,” as my Dad would say in our daily conversations with one another. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the “holy spirit of paradise.” Something, I’ve yet to understand?

I’m neither mad at life, nor, am I mad at God or the heaven’s. “It’s a way of life, as we live our lives here on Earth, has God created and gave us in his beloved Son Jesus,” the bible says.

“It’s, all that matter’s in life,” as I continue to process and understand the ways of life as I grow older away from home. I feel bolder, than, feeling grumpy with sadness and sorrow, while life has changed into a new chapter – which still needs to be written into the books of life. “A bumpy road,” yes, which yet to be seen without the fortune-telling of events, yet to be seen in the future years to come.

It’s been years, since, I’ve read the Bible and the creation’s of life in which God created for us all. I’ve dealt with loved one’s who have passed on in the past, but non of them has hit me as hard as My Mother’s recent death. As I said earlier, I feel “bold and calm,” as my Mother passed away, but life’s changes will be harder to muster as my Dad and I deal with the loss of a dear love and spiritual person in our lives for many years.

The memories of my Mother still flash across my eyes, as I go on with life here on Earth, as she lives free of pain and suffering from the heaven’s and beyond.

It seem’s like this is “Chapter Two – the new beginning?”.

Writing the battle

uvstrongThere may be change, as I continue my battle with Cancer – likely, a new lease on life is in store for the time being?

Last week, I got the results back from my recent scans on the latest prognosis with my current treatment (Chemotherapy).

I chose to fight the disease with my Oncologist, rather than let the low life disease take me for granted, “no way Jose is that going to happen, that’s for damn sure!” I will continue the battle.

The battle continues as I take in my sixth round of Chemotherapy, while I await my doctor’s return from his oversea’s vacation to see what his next step will be with my course of treatment.

Change is always good news as they say, especially when the Chemotherapy seems to be doing its job and my body is responding well to treatment, something the Cancer team likes to see on their part as far as treatment is concerned.

It gives them a better perspective on extending the patient’s lease on life.  As for me? It’s just another dose with a new lease on life. The news couldn’t come at a better time, because I was expecting the worst possible outcome, when treatment would have not worked and my body may have rejected it all. Literally this isn’t the case with this round on the battlefield – its awesome news!

Fighting the “war on cancer” with Chemotherapy has done an awesome job has I transitioned to a new life in the Midwestern states of the Great Lakes nearly a year ago coming this December.

What can be more astounding than doing a rain dance, when the fall rains and chillier weather is upon us, as we work our way toward Halloween, the holidays and beyond? Nada, it’s just the greek sauce on the pasta that makes things sweeter than the Amish cornstalks and the ripeness of  the great Northwest Red Apples.

I feel stronger, better, and healthier to say – I mus say, I was probably on the mist of losing life, when it was all discovered in the four months since, its discovery.

My thought is you either kick cancer’s ass or you don’t. I’d rather kick its butt rather than let it do what it wants to do with my life cancerwise and kill me in the long run, as I say, “it ain’t gonna happen Gracie, I’m gonna keep running to third base and score a “home run,” as I smack the ball out of the goddamn ballpark with a spanking new Louisville Slugger made just for the occasion of beating the disease to the core.

My Chemotherapy treatment seems to be the best method and route to go as I see it in today’s world of modern medicine, as for other’s, their treatment may adversely be different from mine and the suggestion of their Oncologist.

Life is precious enough to continue living out the next fifty years or more – but, surviving the rounds of treatment and the prognosis of surviving the disease is probably one the best choices I could have made has I mentioned elsewhere in this blog.

It was a choice, not only a good one, but a precious one at hand, while taking a leap of faith and see where it goes – the gamble was all I needed to play my cards at hand and hopefully, just hopefully it was all I needed, perhaps, I may have won the jackpot on life?

The fight and the war on cancer continues as they say in the Army – “hooah!,” which is always a good thing, while the Marines Semper Fi the battle at will.