Writing

Well, I copied the material down right, but the gun show was a train show. Stopped in with Jim Crater (Jimmy the Critter in my book) at his recycling yard and chatted. Dug into my storage area "chest", chased away the maneating moths and salvaged 3 vols. of poetry I wrote years ago, twenty or more. They are about Celts. No one wants man's warrior poetry so why bother? Only people who ever wanted it were bards at the Pennsic Wars for Bardic circles. Of course, that was still when I was a poet. May try to organize the rest of the other poems. Who knows? Prairie Ranger: "I found that eat ing with the family was more than casual dining. I watched them to know what silverware to use and how to hold my glass. My training in reading, wrikting and sums had just begun. "Her Ladyship" or Eloise, as she asked me to call her, spent about three hours each night after supper teaching, helping and correcting me. I learned to sound words from print. Cursive was hard for me. At first, the blobs and blotches of ink that covered the paper were laughable. I knew the printed alphabet on sight, so Dorothy printed it and cursive together on a piece of parchment. She had a fine hand. She said once I could write legibly, we could correspond, even when she went home to Scotland. Morgan