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“The Gods Of The Copybook Headings”

Written by a man who was renowned for both all his written work, from novels, and stories, to poetry. The more I read of his wordsmithery (is there such a word, there should be) the more I find to enjoy.
Sadly, in the case of the above, he appears to be somewhat prophetic. Though perhaps it is little more than the ever more elusive quality, called common sense. Or at the very least, “learned wisdom from previous generations”.

So, prophetic or common sense, Read on, and you decide.

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn.
That water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision, and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorilas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither clud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch.
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch.
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.
So we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promiced these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promiced perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: ‘Stick to the Devil you know.’

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promiced the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: ‘The Wages of Sin is Death/’

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selective Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: ‘If you don’t work you die.’

The the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tounged wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to belive it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four—
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man—
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:—
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!


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Together Again

As of 12:30 on the morning of Dec 5th, a fiery red head found herself in front a house she had not seen in decades. She seemed somewhat disorientated, the house was familiar, but she seemed to recall the last time she saw it, the paint did not look as fresh, the grass so green …

Rose headed toward the front door, paused, and felt the need to go around to the breezeway between house and garage, entering there instead.

The house was alive with sounds of people in conversations, pots and pans being moved about, and aromas perhaps coming from the kitchen. All this wrapped itself around Rose as she entered the breezeway. She was still a bit unclear, a fog of sorts prevented everything from falling into place. Yet Rose felt drawn to the place, and the mixture of sounds and smells not only called, but seemed to comfort her. She took the two steps up to the door of the house proper, screwed up her courage, and opened the door.

12:34 Dec 5th

As Rose entered, the fog lifted. Uncertainty replaced with clarity, Her sisters, Betty and Nibs turned almost as one and embraced her. Her Mom and Grandmother followed suit. The kitchen was almost to capacity with humanity and joy.

It looked like Christmas as Rose remembered from years past. As she remembered from years past! And I recognize everyone immediately….Rose remembers everything! It was all but gone, just before arriving at the house….her house…the one she spent many happy times in before marrying, and for many years after.

But outside was more like a sunny spring day….yet inside Yuletide reigned.
After greeting her kitchen people, Rose headed to the dining room. The table was set for a feast. And turning toward the living room, she saw the tree decorated, and someone one else. He turned, a gentle smile on his face, and looking like he did years….decades ago… he took her in his arms.
It was a Merry Christmas in a time and place close by, yet so very far away.

12;46 Dec 5th. Rose Marie Sochor passed from this life into the next, I hope that the above is what took place. She is now whole and complete. About the best, unselfish Christmas present I can think of for mom.

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It Seems To Be A World Away

So here we are, six years and around 2 months from the last time I tossed words at the Harbor wall, and see what stuck.
And so much has changed.
It doesn’t feel like six years. It feels like a lifetime.
1. There is no longer a “First Mate”. Deb was called away to begin a new chapter in her journey. It is my belief she is now free of all pain, physical and mental/emotional. That new horizons afforded her, will be beyond her wildest imaginings. I hope she is aware of as imperfect as those of us left behind are, we loved her with all our hearts. And I hope she has come to embrace all friends and family who went before her, with the greater compassion and understanding afforded one in her new state of being, grow as close as possible to all of them.

2. Tangent to the above, at some point in the not too distant future, I expect to be heading toward new digs of my own. Have a few ideas/locations in mind, time will tell as there are still some things here which need to be brought to a close. Once this happens, I expect I will do a make over on this sight, there is a lot of dust and cobwebs which need to be addressed here. More on this when and as it happens.

3. Why try and return to blogging? With the advent of Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, and the like, it seemed like the immediacy of responses and interaction between any and everyone, would bring a whole new level to the internet. It did. And blogging …, with it’s more providing of content to be digested by anyone who happened to know you were there …. provided you were on enough other persons sidebar …. and or occasionally mentioned by same, or better yet, got the occasional nod from the top tier folks. Which brought more folks at least looking at your stuff, and with any luck, comment on same. Blogs lost their fair haired status..
Unfortunately, over time, civility also declined. You might have your posts on Facebook or Twitter be reached by anyone, and they could comment on same. But you lost your ability to filter as easily as you could on a blog. And If your content offended those of a more sensitive nature (regardless if said content was true or not) it was up to the whim of the powers that be at any of the major outlets to either “fact check” your content, and/or outright temporarily ban you, or remove you entirely. Granted your hosting service could remove you for cause. But those terms were usually up front when you signed up, and usually hinged on potential legal issues and not I don’t agree with your point of view.
So that is why I am dusting this puppy off and giving it another go. I have always felt free to express myself without fear I was going to be blocked or banned at the whim of the SWJ/PC masses or their masters.
4. The world has changed since last I chronicled here. This has been especially true within the past four years or so. So much so, that had you told me, 50 years ago, what life would be like in the US (and to some extent, the world) today, I would have shook my head in disbelief and probably said you were crazy.
I will be addressing this, from my point of view, in future posts.

Finally, I will be posting again. Time and circumstance will dictate when this will be. And it may be some time before I get the Harbor back up to full speed ahead. But it will happen, unless 2021 has a few more nasty tricks up it’s sleeve,

In the mean time, welcome (back) aboard!


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