The Story of the Show Tree
This tree dazzled all that passed by, with its’ brilliance in color and personality.
But I paid attention when it beckoned, and I listened to what it had to say to me.
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Steve Beal Sr.
I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.
NH Foliage Trip 2016
It may be best to watch this video in full-screen, high-definition. Recently I took my Mom, my Aunt, and my Uncle on a foliage trip. We traveled all over the Mt. Kearsarge region of New…
Tree In Change
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
Low Ceiling
Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load. Either way, you can’t go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road.
The Property (Ours and Flowers)
We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.
Wild Card Baseball
Well the two Wild Card games have been played. Both were exciting. Both were decided by final inning, 3-run homers, one being of the walk-off variety. Madison Bumgarner continued to be a post season immortal.…
Month of Missing
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
Boys Will Be Boys
Last night, there were two of us. Two grown men, both in our late 40’s, hanging out to watch a game. We watched, and watched, and watched some more. Then more than 4 hours after we started watching the pre-game coverage, an eruption.
Forever Rest In Peace
Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear.
I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear.
On My Mind and More
Well, sometimes I look at Facebook, and I respond literally to the question: “What’s on your mind?” Today I had a whole slew of answers, some of which I verbalized into the empty room surrounding me. Mostly they were superficial and not predicated on anything too important.
1st Grade: First Day 2016
As Jacqueline said to me this morning while tieing her own sneakers, “Well Dad, I guess we are officially first-graders now.” Yes you are. And off to school they go, beginning the 2016-17 school year.…
We Miss You Mrs. Tefft
Wendy Tefft (1977-2106).
Wendy Tefft, 38, of Dunbarton, died September 1 2016.
Wendy taught Kindergarten at Glen Lake School in Goffstown NH, where she was employed for two years.
Tomorrow, another school year begins in Goffstown, NH. Yet, tonight, for the third time in four days, I was stopped in my tracks when I saw the obituary for Mrs. Wendy Tefft online. We all should be seeing her tomorrow, standing out front, smiling, and greeting all. Imagine how long the list of accolades and kind words would be if Mrs. Tefft hadn’t been taken so soon. We were some of the fortunate ones that got to feel her impact. We all will miss her here in this community.
Goffstown Hockey: Board Meeting
Welcome to September hockey fans! Believe it or not, it’s time to get the 17th year of the Friends of Goffstown Hockey started. There is a board meeting coming up, and we would like to…
Goffstown schools 'devastated' by kindergarten teacher's death; investigation ongoing | New Hampshire
Wendy Tefft, 38, was found dead from a single gunshot wound at her Dunbarton home Thursday morning. Source: Goffstown schools ‘devastated’ by kindergarten teacher’s death; investigation ongoing | New Hampshire https://1inawesomewonder.com/2016/09/02/precisely-vague
Precisely Vague
I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they’ve just recently been turned upside down.
Emblematic Moment
The poem.
Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire.
But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire.
Good Bye Inchworm
I wasn’t ready for what I watched today, I had heard but not known. Found, not a mile from the trail as the crow might have flown.
52 Years
This year, August 15th would have been 52 years of marriage for my Dad and Mom. Dad was taken home on April 14th this year. I miss him. Thinking of Mom, and Dad on this…
QCMOTC Goes Camping
Welcome to Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park in Ashland, NH. This campground sits right on the banks of the Pemigewasset River. Thanks to the Queen City Mothers of Twins Club for a wonderful camping weekend along…
Time for the Sky
How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.
The Railing
16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is…
Let There Be Light-ning
Hartland, New Brunswick, July 2016 – We had a blast taking the footage. We talked. We laughed. And every once in a while, we just stopped everything in order to exclaim, Wow! Ahhh! Incredible! OOOOHHHHH!…
Lightning Pics from Hartland, NB
These are still pictures taken from video. These pictures were taken in, and around, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada. July 2016. My cousin, his girlfriend, and I, spent a couple of hours venturing out in to the warm evening along the banks of the St. John River to watch the storm.
Holding On
Are all of the days this long? I’m tired to the point that my body wants to tap out. Can’t I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep?…
The Backbone
How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils? Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils. How do I breathe when fire steals the air? When the driven are reduced to…
Rest In Peace K
When will I ever learn? While I whine, some one else may crash and burn.