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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.

Happy Birthday Hub

The other day I was racing through the land of Facebook. I was going really fast, and sifting through the unimportant to find something of meaning, something with backbone. Honestly, I don’t remember what I… 

Performance within a Performance

There’s a certain part of me that I hope never goes away. As a matter of fact, I wish it would continue to grow so that I may more effectively share it with others for the remainder of my days. I am talking about the feeling of Christmas morning, the appreciation of the season, the reason for Christmas, and my love for the old Christmas carols. Yes, even in my 40’s I still get excited about Christmas, excited about the season, about the old, and about the new. It’s a wonderful time of the year, and if I never got another physical present for Christmas, I’d still be happy and blessed if I could just experience the songs, the sounds, the gathering of loved ones, and of course my yearly visit with my old friends of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

Remembering Veteran’s Day

This morning is Veteran’s Day. In Canada it’s Remembrance Day. In my home we are honoring, remembering, respecting, and we are thankful for our Veteran’s, past, present, and future. I am home with my three… 

Gathered sky says goodbye

I don’t have wide open spaces, instead I pick my places. Even among all the trees, we were able, this beauty to see. The kids and I gazed overhead, in time to see these shades… 

Wind Blown Leaves

This picture is in full color. All I did was just crop the photo. Strong, warm winds from the south brought in thick clouds and tore leaves from their lofty perch. The warmth of the… 

The Red Sox have Boston singing in the streets

Unlike the at bats of a Red Sox hitter, I will keep this short and sweet. But then, I may just foul off a few pitches, lay off a tough pitch just outside the zone,… 

Potholes and Puddles

Once in a while, quite often actually, I think it’s good to just let kids be kids, regardless of my personal feelings on cleanliness, order, and things along those lines. Yes, we have a huge… 

Another Visit to Gould Hill Farm

We made our annual trip to Gould Hill Farm in Contoocook, NH to pick apples. And, as always it was a lot of fun. The day was gorgeous and the scenes, in and around the… 

Our National Anthem

It’s a cool, clear, crisp autumn morning and I temporarily lose the ability to discern depth by gazing deeper and deeper into the vastness of blue above me. In the background, I am listening to… 

Too Much Here For One To See

I look to the sky and the blazing sun Feeling like I’ve arrived, the only one   This place before me feels like home? Should I never leave here, no longer roam?   God must… 

Lesser Pain

Sometimes I wonder what it is you see Because you’re not all that different from me   My eyes open too, I look upon this world But I cannot say I know this direction hurled… 

Nature please

Oh, if only there existed the time to take in its entirety… na·ture ˈnāCHər/ noun 1. the phenomena of the physical world collectively, including plants, animals, the landscape, and other features and products of the… 

The Twins Go To School

Today was another day to remember. The twins, at three-and-a-half years old, went to their first day of school. Well, pre-pre-school, as I call it. Either way, there were pictures, good-byes, anticipations, uncertainties, and excitement.… 

You left your mark

Today’s your birthday but you’re not here Thinking of you draws out lonely tears   You’ve been called home but we celebrate No longer seen, but for the birth this date   What you did… 

Impressions

We see you there and we ask why Shouldn’t we just pass you by?   Life lessons tell us this is bad We know; our mind’s eye is sad   Experience says this can’t go… 

Something Nice

So, upon reaching our vacation destination in Maine, one of my top priorities was to sit in peace and read this book. That I did. Thank you J. I enjoyed this book very much.

The heron, an eagle, loons, and me

It was the middle of the day when I climbed in.  A two seat canoe, a paddle, and me, I did begin.   The water was calm and close to crystal clear.  Moving through water,…