Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A Trip to Remember – Memorial Day Weekend 2012

We never talked much when I was a teenager back in the seventies. Truthfully we never talked at all—yet he always intrigued me. He, being a wild game hunter, professional writer, and childless, had no familiarity with the mind of an adolescent.  But this Memorial Day, on some strange level, we seemed to connect.

My family made the four hour drive to Ingram, Texas to visit my eighty-five year old aunt and uncle at their sixty-five acre piece of heaven etched into the side of a hill. Twenty years of improvements have turned the rocky hillside into a paradise for man and beast alike. The house, an homage to guns, knives and big game mounts from around the world is a feast for the eyes. My aunt, as feisty as ever, offers her home to us to use as our own.

The ravages of old age have reduced the once virile hunter to a man dependent on an oxygen tank for every breath. As we sat on the veranda overlooking Johnson Creek I talked to my uncle about writing…his favorite subject. He told stories about writing for such hunting magazine giants as Sports Afield and Guns and Ammo back in the heyday of the fifties and sixties. He said he once walked into the offices of one of the largest magazine publishers in New York and was able to meet with three of their editors. He laughed at the idea of doing something as audacious as that nowadays.
My uncle admitted that even though he’d written the top selling book on hunting white tail deer (of all time); he had never been able to write fiction. I felt for a moment to have one up on the old man as fiction is my specialty. He said that with the surplus of great fiction authors in the business it’s next to impossible to get a novel published. I wanted to disagree with that, but my part in the conversation was more of a listener than a contributor.

The visit to Ingram turned out to be a very good thing. The kids participated in activities that are impossible in our part of the world. They caught bass from the pond and ate them that night. They saw a heard of axis deer with their young. And they spent a lot of time talking to their great aunt and uncle learning things that can’t be obtained at any university.
I hope to go back and see my aunt and uncle again. I hope to have the opportunity to learn more from the man my kids have nicknamed, The Most Interesting Man Alive. But I’ll have to do it soon…because time is running out.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Lord God Creator!

My precious husband had many interesting jobs as a young man. Once he even worked in a pet store. His primary job was “fish-man.” For that reason, I have always been blessed to have beautiful saltwater aquariums in my living room. Marine fish, in my opinion, are perhaps the most glorious and curious creatures in all of God’s creation. The magnificent colors and shapes of these fish are a sight to behold.

Yahweh Borey is powerful name for God that means...Lord Creator

“Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth.” Isaiah 40:28

My all-time favorite marine fish in called the Mandarin Goby. The picture above can’t possibly do it justice. It’s as though God crossed a fish with a tropical frog and then crossed that with a Chinese kite! I am truly in awe when I gaze upon the beauty of this fish.

Just to think that God in all His glory took the time to create each and every fish in His own unique way is practically mind boggling. There are only five different species of fish in my aquarium at this time. My imagination can’t fathom how God in His magnificence, created thousands upon thousands more; each one a masterpiece to behold.

“In His hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also. The sea is His, for He made it, and His hands formed the dry land.” Psalm 95:4-5

Take time today to praise the Creator of all…Yahweh Borey!