Tag Archives: my Dad

OLD POWER PLANTS AND MY PAST

OLD POWER PLANTS AND MY PAST

Did you know Internet libraries

Of images are extraordinary….

Finding key words

Open up worlds

Beyond what most records carry.

A State Hospital is where my Dad

Worked, and it had…

A coal-fired plant

The steam of which went,

Wherever heat was had.

I never got inside,

Was too young and too scared to hide…

It fascinated

The trestle grated,

From train cars the coal would slide!

Then within the last twenty years,

The plant shut down (no tears)…

With less occupied

Smaller plants were applied,

Most buildings were left empty for years.

Of the two small steam plants used,

One had woodchips to choose….

As an alternate source

And isn’t needed, of course,

Only one plant still warms its flues.

So I chosen to model

My past (though not in a bottle)….

Woodchips and coal

Fired plants are my goal,

Which my model trains will serve, full-throttle!

–Jonathan Caswell

(image on Bing)

D-DAY REMEMBRANCES

D-DAY REMEMBRANCES

(opinion)

Her Dad remembered D-Day,

Helped mop up the scene, by the way…

At horrible cost

We saved what was lost,

A debt never repaid.

My Dad didn’t actually shoot,

Four-F, never put on boots…

But made ammunition

To fight imposition

Of repressive Hitler offshoots.

Our current leaders will bask

In glories of a valiant past…

No one need remind

They’re not the same kind

Of people who shouldered that task!

–Jonathan Caswell

CAN’T GIVE WHAT YOU DON’T OWN

CAN’T GIVE WHAT YOU DON’T OWN

When younger, I would sacrifice,

My life without thinking twice…

To give God my all

It naturally befalls

To know who I am more “precise”.

Thomas Merton (THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE),*

Had an answer to my attitude…

What he doesn’t possess

A man can’t access,

Nor give up in the interlude.

Not knowing where God waits for me

In the depths of my soul to free…

He loves me just

With my intimate trust

As I was created to be!

–Jonathan Caswell

* Paraphrased quote (to rhyme) from Thomas Merton’s book, THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE, Boston/Shambala, 1993 edition, pp. 3, 20…as referenced by David G. Benner in his book, THE GIFT OF BEING YOURSELF–The Sacred Call to Self-Discovery, IVP Books, 2004;  p. 58.

Compare this thought with Luke 18:14.

THANK YOU INDEED, FOR A.A.

THANK YOU INDEED, FOR A.A.

In our apartment complex,

It feels like an A.A. annex…

Several members,

Glowing embers,

Meeting as necessity directs.

Some meet every day of the week,

If lack of cabin fever you seek…

One man in our midst

Has joined, and benefits

From lots of support he seeks.

I manage to meet one “Paul”

Often in the hall….

Or he meets me

Writing poetry,

We share a common “call.”

He and I both care

For people who need us there…

Mike B. and more

Share this chore,

To help folks away from despair.

My Dad helped A.A.,

With his chaplaincy to pay…

Attention to

And follow through,

Helping others to find their way.

–Jonathan Caswell

BY THE “MIGHTY MUMFORD”

(Google Image of Mumford River  in Sutton, MA)

BY THE “MIGHTY MUMFORD”

My Dad, with a twinkle in eye,

Taught me this anthem to try…

From Douglas High School

Sounds like students fooled,

With the words, we need not know why!

“Hail, hail to Douglas High,

Where the mighty Mumford flows…

You know that you are near it

If you have to hold your nose!”

Because of reader confusion,

I’ll insert this happy conclusion…

Dad’s High School queries

Were in the Thirties,

When mills used rivers as solutions.

Putting this in “current” context,

Most mills turned apartment complex…

The Mumford was cleaned

And water life teemed,

The few mills now use sewage techs.!

NOTE: It doesn’t say much for the condition of the river after a half-a-dozen textile mills got through with it…and it still had to get through Northbridge and Uxbridge, with ALL THOSE mills!

(image from Google, at ebay.com, of the falls under Cook St,. in Douglas, MA)