Posted December 11, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: War Against America

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“Important people” in American politics and their handling of large sums of money.   Let’s look at three:


Just a short observation right now.  After all, I’m not a president or an almost president, and even though I handle my own money and I handled other people’s money when I was treasurer of our local city orchestra for a few years, when it comes to big, big money?   I hire some experts to keep an eye on that and do everything in a strictly honest and legal manner.

So to keep it short,    I’m not an expert.   I’m merely a citizen voter who ought to pay attention to what our Rulers are doing.

So how do the big guys stack up?

In one of the presidencies of our country, his 2008 political campaign’s mishandling of money led to a fine of $375,000 that had to be paid.   That’s “mismanagement” of monumental proportions.    That’s the largest punishment for an event like that.   The money amounted to about $2,000,000  of “other people’s money” that had gone astray.   That’s big!    Public trust was betrayed.
In the political life of an almost president, there were payoffs, pay-for-play payments received, and the commingling of funds from a slush fund self-identified as a “charitable” organization; and it seems presently unlikely that we’ll ever know the magnitude of financial laws that were broken in the attempt to become president, but it is surely well over $2,000,000.   There was the illegal use of “other people’s money” of  stupendous proportions.

In a third situation, also involving a president, consensual but immoral private acts were done and then after a bit of extortion the man used his private money to make a private payment to satisfy the extortion-like demands of the “partner.”   There was no involvement of “other people’s” money.   No public trust was betrayed.   And to all evidence, such immoral private behavior has been stopped for nine years. . . . and counting.
The man has since married a good woman and changed his political party.   The extortion-like behavior has gone unpunished.   (But President Trump changed into the “wrong” party,  right?)

no right turn

No “right turn”  permitted?


I don’t know about you, but I think I know who all ought to have the word “impeach” by their names.




Posted December 10, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Finnish heritage, Humor, Science Fun

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Under the category of How Does This Even HAPPEN ???


Do you know what you’re looking at here?   —


It is a  “set”  of left-handed gloves.    Some are Hubbie’s;  some are mine.  All unable to become a pair.

I wanted to take a long walk tonight after suppertime, not too late,  but very, very dark here in the Far North,  so the stars were brilliant, the constellations were identifiable.

It was my intention to walk 2 or 3 miles in the crisp, cool air —   Well, crisp, very cold wintry air — walking, as I looked up into the sky trying to find that new comet Son told me about.

Comet Wirtanen!  A Finnish name if I ever heard one.  And we are all half Finnish here.


Comet Wirtanen

Photo is from Norway, I think,  not our Rocky Mountains.

After the first mile of walking,  I had to come in to get warmer gloves.    My fuzzy-lined knit gloves weren’t enough to keep the two fingers on my right hand from freezing into a block of ice, so to speak.    And I wanted to get back outside –  fast.

I looked into the small totes on the top shelf of my coat closet and impatiently grabbed a  leather glove.    Fine.    It seemed warm.   Left-hand glove,  no right-hand.

Grabbed another  leather glove with a lining.  Left-hand glove,  no right-hand.

And another.   Left-hand glove,  no right-hand.

And another.   Left-hand glove,  no right-hand.

Yes, insanity:  you keep doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.

I got mad enough to put a left-hand glove on my left hand and one on my right hand.  After all, I just wanted two  fingers on my right hand to be warmer.     I’m not going to be doing any fine-tuning with gloved hands.

Meanwhile, outside again,  I was watching a “fuzzy”  slightly cone-shaped patch  in the sky.   Possibly the Pleiades.    Or maybe the new comet.     They say ancient peoples, even ancient “Native Americans”  could see all the stars of the Pleiades, the seven main ones and the little cloud of smaller ones.


We know this from their writings, drawings, and legends.    In general, ancient people  were stronger and clearer thinking than we are, and they had better  eyesight than we have,  and so they could see The Seven  Sisters.

It probably wasn’t the comet I was looking at.  But I still wasn’t sure.

I got in 2.8 miles of peripatetic-skywatching, and then came inside to check out where in the sky Comet Wirtanen could actually be seen.      Well, here:

where wirtanen

See Orion?   See Orion’s arrow, almost dead center of the sky map?   Wirtanen is straight across from the point of the arrow,  just across the middle. . .   A fuzzy gray, slightly cone-shaped formation.    And the Pleiades?   About 20 degrees above the comet,  just under the B of December.

Was I sometimes looking at the comet and sometimes looking at the Pleiades?

I’d like to go back outside to see.  But I think I’d better be back in my coat closet, looking for right-hand gloves.

And amending my disorganized, hoarding lifestyle.


Posted December 7, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: WWI, WWII

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Trying hard to keep up with notable days, such as this one, December 7th,  Pearl Harbor Day.    We all know the story.   Or I hope we all do.   The bombing of our naval base in Pearl Harbor in Hawaii in 1941 is what got us into World War II.

Conspiracy theories abound, of course,  but what matters is the Japanese did bomb us,  we did enter the war,  and our participation in the war was necessary for the defeat of National Socialism born in Germany and echoed in Japan.

The history is interesting, but my family was touched by the event on December 7, 1941, in two ways.

First, my father’s brother was stationed in Pearl Harbor before the strike, serving in the Marines in the military police.    He was ordered to stay on as a military policeman in Hawaii for the duration of the war.    Can’t fine the photos now.

Utah in Hawaii

USS Utah in Hawaii


Second,  my grandfather served on the USS Utah in 1918 during the Great War.   This ship patrolled the waters off the coast of Ireland to protect against German ships.    Later, way later,  after other non-wartime duties,   the USS Utah was brought to Pearl Harbor and (sadly)  used a a target ship for the next generation of sailors.

But that’s not what finished her off.   On December 7th, 1941,  she was hit by Japanese torpedoes.   She turned over on her side and sank.  There are photos of this event, and I’ve posted them before on previous December 7th’s.

Now . . .

utah memorial o tipped

.  .  .   now, she’s a Memorial near the bottom of Pearl Harbor.

That’s my Grandpa’s ship down there.



Posted December 7, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: God, Holy Days, Liturgical Year, Saints

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It’s just a couple days after eyewitnesses gave testimony to the (hitherto) hidden virtues of George Herbert Walker Bush, a Christian (of the American style).    Whether intrigued or astonished,  the many anecdotes from this man’s life inspires Americans with an open mind, and an open heart.

You’d remember the adjectives:  kind, gentle, generous,  giving,  good,  decent,  true friend, loyal,  self-effacing,  and also competent, smart, ambitious, competitive,  constant,  courageous, and unchanging in his beliefs.   .   .  all this with a firm faith in Christ.

He is known as “Bush 41,”  the 41st president of our country.   We of his contemporaries know him well;  his enemies know him far less well,  (but that’s all right.   Negative people have closed minds and will not accept any new thing outside of their safe enclosure).

I’ve almost missed December 6th.  I knew what it was, but I got too busy to visit up here in The Spruce Tunnel.  Sorry about that.    There is an important  Feast Day on December 6th,  an important and noteworthy man to celebrate, to be intrigued by, to be astonished by, and to learn about with an open heart:


St Nicholas

It is St. Nicholas of Myra.    He lived mostly in the 4th century, and as the title of this posting hints at,   he has much in common with Bush 41 —  although I don’t mean to imply that they are of the same kind,   simply  that there are similarities.    Bush 41 will never become a saint;  St. Nicholas became a saint for many, many reasons.

The most commonly known deeds of St. Nicholas  is his generous giving  of dowries to three young sisters, whose lives would be ruined without his largess.


Here is an image of him, in his bishop’s robes,  shown with three bags of gold:

gold image

Each of those three “bags” of gold, given anonymously to each of the three young sisters, when each had achieved the age to be married, saved the sisters, one by one,  from a life of wretched poverty or immorality.

This ancient act of generosity gives rise, through the twists and turns of historical customs,   to the use of three golden balls as the universal sign of a Pawn Shop!

gold pawn

But I’ve written about that many times before in Decembers’ postings.

There is so much more to his life than this act of anonymous generosity!!   He had been giving away his money to needy people all his life.   His way of life was generosity!  He did not hold back money, nor time, attention, prayers,  counsel, admonition, nor his love.

And he was beloved, in his times, in return.

He appeared to emperors and governors, to set them on a more correct course,   to soften their hand, and to release prisoners unjustly imprisoned.    He appeared to many others, to heal them, and once, excitedly reported by eyewitnesses,  raised a man who had died —   I wish we knew more of this story:

Once,  a prosperous and devout Jewish man had much of his fortune stolen from him.    The thief, as luck would have it, died soon after.     St. Nicholas, as bishop, was made aware of the theft, and came to that city.   The outcome of St. Nicholas’ attention is that the thief was raised from the dead,  confessed,  received forgiveness, and  gave back the money.  the Jewish man . . .  converted to the Catholic faith,  a miracle also.

And once, Mariners who were caught in  a terrible  life-threatening storm appealed to St. Nicholas for help, knowing his virtues and his close life with God .    They attributed   the sudden calming of the sea to their appeal and to his intercession.



One more thing to mention here:   After St. Nicholas was buried in the city which loved him as their bishop,  there came from his tomb a kind of oil, or clear liquid,  which had a lovely smell and which applied to people who were very ill, cured the diseases.

And this went on for many, many centuries.   His bones have been moved,  dug up and moved and re-packaged (or whatever they do)  and yet the bones themselves after almost 17 centuries still give off some kind of clear liquid,  not a lot  (about 50 ml. per year).    A clear liquid with healing properties.   “Clearly”  a holy liquid.


The life of St. Nicholas is not, however, centered on physical health,  but on spiritual health.   The revelation by God to us of His existence as a Trinity,  implied in the Old Testament,  more explicit in the New,   made necessary a striving after understanding of what Trinity means.

Bishop Nicholas of Myra was one of the 318 bishops who gathered at Nicaea to affirm the Triune nature of God, and more importantly the dual natures of the Son of God the Second Person of the Trinity,  one in Substance,  but two in Natures:  human and divine.

Thus was affirmed   the  teaching that the Virgin Mary is Mother of Jesus,  Mother of the Christ,  Mother of God,  who is both Man and God.

The salvation of souls was St.Nicholas’s primary concern.    But he worked through his own kinder, gentler, attentive,  generous,  loving actions to give us an example to follow.

What a wonderful way to begin our Christmas thoughts — 


“For God so loved the world that he  gave . . . .”\.


Posted December 5, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis, Death, Faith

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My poor words can add nothing at all to the power of the magnificent Christian and Patriotic ceremony we saw today on television,  the funeral of George H W Bush.

The audience witnessed sincere,  touching personal  stories, firmly Christian prayer, beautiful and uplifting music.

Most of all I want my grandson to hear  all the words that were said today.   They were words of courage, faith, duty, love and gentleness, hard work, friendship, generosity, family values, respect for our military services, and love for country.   These are the kinds of things I wish were still taught to American children.

These are the kinds of things that should continue to mold our character.     (And still can if we believe in them.)

We, the audience,  also experienced the finest performances of oratory and music and architecture.

(I had forgotten about the spectacular, soul-stirring voice of Ronan Tynan.  He is God’s gift to our ears, nourishing our spirits.   He will be a part of my music listening  now.) 


I almost missed all this.  I almost thought the funeral wouldn’t have anything new to offer.     Why?

  1.   The entertainment-news media on the Far Left disliked this man, mocked him, ridiculed him, and generally denied or  ignored  his achievements.
  2.  Those on the Far Right were deeply suspicious of President Bush’s endorsement of and involvement with “The New World Order,”  although it seems unlikely that he didn’t understand the truly anti-Western World, anti-Freedom,  anti- Christian nature of a one World governance.

The entertainment-news media has a definite depressing, mind-numbing. and paralyzing effect on our thinking.  I’ve been staying away from it for a while, and so I was able to put aside its powerful influences and make the decision to turn on the TV “just to see what the funeral is going to be like.”

So glad I did.

And I don’t want to hear what “they” have to say about the funeral.   I want my own thoughts.





Posted December 4, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis

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(As Advent begins,  clear the clutter and open your mind.)


I’m going to be a little goofy tonight,  but, well . . .  interpret this —

Blank Sign

Okay,  I see interesting things during the day, and sometimes those things lead to a whole long string of thoughts.   My mind is ever busy.  I have ADHD of the brain.  Well,  just the (H)yperactive part.     A day or two ago I was driving along in my car, when my eyes scanned a sign on a telephone pole.    “RENT EXCAVATOR SKID STEER.”     A second or two later my mind said,  “Huh?”



I know what a steer is.   But as busy as my mind was being, I couldn’t make sense of that sign and I couldn’t stop the cascade of thoughts that followed.  And that got me observing all the trivial things going on in my head and thinking about how easy it is to get so preoccupied with minor things that you scarcely have time to think – deeply – about serious things that are actually meaningful  to your whole life.  Deeply enough.

In this time of Advent,  we vaguely feel that we should be preparing for something important that we celebrate in a few weeks.  

But we’re  busy people and we spend our life distracted.

Too much to do!

Too many places to go!

Too many commitments!

Too many choices of entertainment!

Too much information!

too many words

Too much . . . too much . . .

Now, this posting was brought on by the fact that I’m going through old papers in my house — all those “great things” that I read and saved from, oh, so long ago.   It made sense to hold on to interesting articles many years ago when I was a teacher and needed handy material or needed to present some “evidence” of what I was saying;   but now, not so much.

These “great things” should all be in my head by now,  so much a part of me that when I teach, the information flows out seamlessly — as though I had thought about it, meditated on it, discarded the superfluous and only the best part became part of my thinking.

That means concentrating, paying attention, and thinking about what I read on all these saved articles, so the information has enlarged my thinking.


I don’t need the actual pieces of paper.     Right?

too many papers

One of the old articles I had saved was good advice for parents:     Do not give your children an abundance of toys.   Many of us can afford to do so, but don’t.   It will teach them to value things less and it will teach them to be wasteful.

too manytoys

It was a very convincing article.

And I am guilty, guilty, guilty.    Dear Cooper, my grandson, I will try to not to give you so much from now on…   (Starting after this Christmas.)

Now back to that cryptic sign I saw on a telephone pole in my town recently.    RENT EXCAVATOR SKID STEER (followed by a telephone number.)

I said I knew what a steer was (I thought)   but I looked it up and checked anyway.    From the Britannica  dictionary:

In the terminology used to describe the sex and age of cattle, the male is first a bull calf and if left intact becomes a bull; if castrated he becomes a steer and in about two or three years grows to an ox.

Did you know a male cow can become an ox?   As often as I have taught my classes about ox goads,  I never questioned what an ox was.     Or how it came about.

But the image of an ox – or a steer – skidding did not “compute” in my mind.

So I looked up “skid” and found some images of actual  “skid steers”  —


Or else:


Or else:


Doesn’t look like they all do the same thing,  but I guess if you needed one, you’d know which one to get.

Especially if you wanted to “excavate” like the sign said.

I said this is a goofy posting — but that whole chain-of-thought process illustrates what I was  trying to say.     “In this time of Advent,  we vaguely feel that we should be preparing for something important that we celebrate in a few weeks. “

What if we spend that much time, not looking up “skid steers,”  but looking up, discovering,  thinking about  Advent, and just Who it is that we are preparing for,  and why do we have to prepare, and what does that  mean that He had a First Coming and He will come back in a Second Coming?

It would enlarge our thinking.     We would value our thoughts.   We wouldn’t spend so much time on an abundance of trivial things, like a kid with too many toys.

It would make us different (and better) people.   We would be properly prepared.     And thankful.

Deo gratias.


Posted December 2, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Apocalypse, Christendom, Christian Analysis, Liturgical Reading, Liturgical Year

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lavender splotch

(A necessary “pause”  from current events today.)


A giant turn of the wheel on this day in the Christian calendar;   a big click!  into  the notch that brings the rotating gear back to its beginning point.


As you guys know,  a gear is for turning.  This may be a cog wheel, but I don’t really know the difference.    Things act on it and then it turns, notch by notch, each notch slipping for a moment into its proper (and useful) place.

And as we all know,  today is the first day of Advent.   Christians follow a Liturgical Year not too far in concept from a gear:

Liturgical Calendar Worksheet Worksheets For All | Download And with Blank Liturgical Calendar Wheel

As the world revolves around the sun, so have we devised calendars to mark the passing of time – with religious significance.    God, through various instruments, acts upon the universe, and with each revolution of our calendar year, there are stops or pauses as these divisions rotate to the top, and they are useful to us.

I put a blurry black dot at the top of this circular calendar where that dark vertical line is.   Proceeding clockwise,  this upcoming season is called Advent, represented by the four candles.

On this first Sunday in the Advent season, we light one of the candles on an Advent wreath.

Clip Advent 1

Just one candle.   It’s just the first week and there are many things to experience, to think about, and to learn during this first week of Advent.  You’d miss out if you don’t keep Advent.   You’d miss out on all the new insights and  wisdom that you could receive . .  .     You’d miss out on the possibility of having having faith,  increasing your faith, enjoying your faith in God.

So don’t.     I care for all of you.

You’d also “miss out” if you lump the whole season together without pausing at each week to see what the Church presents to you.

It can be  “clothing” I think, this week.   Advent (meaning the Coming)  is a purple (penitential) time to prepare ourselves properly for the First Coming of Christ.  According to the Readings from the Bible, we are to “clothe ourselves”  with Jesus Christ Himself:   “Wake up!  Pay attention!  The End is sooner than we thought!   So cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of Light.  .  .  Walk honestly,  not in immorality and sinfulness but put on the Lord Jesus Christ.”

put on Christ

That’s what we heard in church today.   “Put on”  refers to an act like that of “putting on”  clothing.

What are we to wear now?


put on christ 2

Both the word “Light” and the words “Lord Jesus Christ” refer to the same Being,  the Second Person of the Trinity —  “I am the Light of the World.”


learn christ

Learn who He truly is.

If any of us are going to call ourselves a Christian and claim  safety and salvation at the end of our life,  then now is the time to learn of Christ,  learn what He is truly like, get to know Him,  form a relationship with Him so closely  that it is like we are “wearing” Him every day.

Because,  even though this is the “beginning” of a year and it seems like we have a whole year ahead of us,  we don’t.   In the full words of the beginning of our Reading today:

“Brethren, knowing that is is now the hour for us to rise from sleep. For now our salvation is nearer than when we believed. The night is past and the day is at hand…” 



We’re really kind of just about out of time.   The Gospel Reading for today makes that very very clear.

That apocalyptic picture means that the Second Coming of Christ is approaching:

seeing his coming

It could be good — if you have a good Advent!



Posted December 1, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Current Events, Winter

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I think the title of this posting is the name of a book written a couple decades ago.    But the phrase seems more apparently true nowadays.

ICE Deer Hoof

We had a nice little snowstorm to start out this week and the high temperatures haven’t reached the freezing point all week – until today, when my car noticed that the outdoor temperature just after noon registered 40 degrees.

Oh, that top photo is a hoof print;   I see I had a visitor last night leaving a trail across my front yard.

Ice Deer Trail

I do enjoy winter.   At least I enjoy “normal”  winters.   However, we might be in for some pretty extreme winters for the next . . .  oh, say   250 years.

All over this planet there are signs that the world is reacting to the quieting down of the sun.      Scientists report that the Greenland ice pack has been increasing in the past few years,   the Arctic sea ice is thickening,   summer highs have been lower:

Ice summers getting cooler

And glaciers all over are increasing in size.    You’d think a glacier is a solid river of ice,  but it really  has quite a rough surface,  full of bumps and crevasses, sort of like this, if you were in an airplane looking down:

Ice Glacial


Well, I didn’t take that photo in an airplane looking down.  I was just reminded of glaciers when I walked past “the source”  of that glacier photo:

Ice glacial source

Your world can be kind of fun when you walk past your “frozen car”  and start thinking of glaciers!   And developing ice ages.

And lack of sunspots:

ice sun still doing it

Here is the sun a couple decades ago and a decade ago (approximately).    The number of sunspots comes in cycles.   They’re counted and recorded by observers around the world.

Scientists have noticed that the normal cycle is not manifesting, but rather there are fewer and fewer sunspots within the cycles.

ice sunspot chart

That’s a small segment of the sunspot cycle chart, just showing the most recent years.  (Does it suggest a  Super Grand Solar Minimum  developing?)

Here is today’s sun:

ice imnage of today nov 30

Nothing.     “Number of sunspots: 0”  —       The sunspot count is posted daily on  www .  spaceweather . com   (remove spaces), as well as other interesting measurements and space events.    (Such as:    We are expecting a mild geomagnetic storm, class G1, this weekend.  No big deal, but people like me who listen to AM radio all night will have a little problem listening to our radio stations.   And:  on Dec. 2nd,  there will be a very, very close pass of a little asteroid  ( .1 LD) ;  but it’s only 9 feet in diameter, so – no problem, probably. )

The climate  is  changing.   Our sun is in the process of reversing its magnetic poles which is accompanied by a lessening of its magnetic field – at the same time the earth is doing the same thing.   With the magnetosphere  (around our planet)  weakening,  more cosmic rays get through to us, right down to the core.   Cosmic raise cause more clouds  (I’m skipping some details)  which causes less warming from our sun, and increases earthquakes,  volcanic activity, which in turn causes more particulate matter to be thrown up into the atmosphere,  which causes . . .  less warming from the sun.

An ice age develops in cycles, short cycles, medium cycles,  long and very long cycles.  Sometimes they all meet at once.    It develops slowly,  then more quickly and scientists begin noticing it,  and then it cascades rapidly into a (temporarily)  irreversible lengthy ice age.    That seems to be where we are now.

There are consequences to Earth’s societies.  There are fewer resources, especially food and fuel, to go around.    Famine, disease;  kingdoms have fallen, in the past, during lengthy sunspot minimums and resulting earth cooling.

Add to the stress of lower temperatures the stress of lowering CO2 levels which we are recording now.   CO2 is plant food,  good food for plants, like trees and food crops.   CO2 is down to 400 ppm, and agricultural and forestry experts are reporting that the trees are growing more slowly, they are shorter in height,  and they are stressed which makes them vulnerable to disease and pests.    Crop production is noticeably down,  chiefly in grain and in produce.

So let us enjoy the “climate” we have right now.    If these observations are correct,  things may change!      If these actual measurements are correct,  things may change!    If these scientists are right,  things may change!


Banner icicles


Here’s a comment at the end of one climate change article:

“Don’t bother googling news about the vanishing sunspots, they too are vanishing.”

I never use Google for my searches,  but for some reason it sounds like Google   (and other search engines dominated by our Rulers)   are preventing these stories from coming up in your search engine results.     Sometimes you have to do the “searching.”



Posted November 28, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Family, Culture

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(Where do we come from????)


R Blue Alone JTRD 400

I stopped off at my local library today and saw this poster on the door.  I must have looked so excited, the librarian got up from her chair and handed me my own little personal poster of the Event!

The Reindeer are COMING!!!    Each December, outside in the cold, cold front yard of our library,  they bring reindeer for us to look at (and to pet if we can sneak our hands through the fence).

I have a feeling I shall never travel to Lapland or to Saamiland, two areas of the world where  half my family came from, on each side of my family,  paternal and maternal.   I think that makes me one quarter “Indigenous” people!      (Does that make me qualified for special government protection and privileges?  ha ha   –  Never!    Lapps and Sami don’t have anything to do with government,  no matter what borders they live within.) 

The UK’s Daily Mail just published an article that said scientists have shown by DNA studies that the Samis migrated out of Siberia about 3,500 years ago, moved into Finland,  until the Rus (later the Rus Vikings — which is another half of my ancestry)  pushed them northward, where they live today,  above the Arctic circle.

With the Reindeer.

R Reindeer 380

This is an old family photo of my Grandma’s cousin with the reindeer.  (His reindeer?)

The explanation is on the back of the photo:

R Kemijarvi words 380

So if anyone can read Finnish,  you’d get the story.  I’d really like to know what it has to say.   My Grandma traveled to Kemijarvi, Finland,  to see her relatives.

R Grandma traveling at O'Hare 360

She traveled alone in the days when women “just didn’t”  travel alone,  (or so we are taught to believe nowadays)  but she saved money, and off she went.  First stop:  Us.  My Dad, Mom, and I.    We lived a short bike ride away from O’Hare Airfield  (today’s International Airport), so she was able to make a stop to visit us first.

I think she traveled next to New York where she boarded a small oceanliner, the Swedish-Chicago Line.

R Sw chic Line 380

I was way too young to care about the details, but I sure would like to know about them now.   She apparently had a wonderful time of reunion with her mother’s family and sightseeing around northern Finland.

(The say “Americans are a nation of  (legal)  immigrants.     My Grandma and Grandpa were the most patriotic Americans I’ve ever seen,  and yet Grandma’s visit to her “homeland”  made a big difference in her.    It would be a big deal to me too.   Is it that since we are all transported from some other nation, we all have some deep longing to return to the land of our ancestors?    It is not a fictional notion that Dracula can travel only in a bed of his native Transylvanian soil.      There is some deep, deep spiritual connection with the Earth that God put our ancestors down into.   Siberia?  Russia?  Lapland?  Saamiland?   Finland?  Sweden?   These places call to me . . .  but I can’t answer . . . .  )

Three short generations ago, my family moved to this country.   It’s been great.  I love to be an American.   They all settled down in the Far Far North which was similar to their homeland,  they  became American,   raised families . . .  but, you know,  no reindeer here!

If you can’t have a reindeer —

R Grandpa with Buck 360

.     —   Grandpa usually found a buck.

He was a big strong silent-type Swede.  I’m not sure that he and his brothers talked much.   Of the seven siblings, only two married.   They spent a lot of time in the woods, near a lake,  with our family name, and deep in the forest.   For him,   just like Sweden.

Where did we come from? 

Why are we here?  

Why were we made?   



No reindeer hurt in the making of these photos,   but, well . . .   the buck was.




Posted November 26, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: snow Photography, storms

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Sometimes, anyway:  Fall is Winter —

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We got the visit from Bruce this morning – Bruce the second winter storm of the season.   But I noticed this brave little proclamation.      A wet snowfall and strong winds have torn off this leaf and flung it down on my deck railing, sticking like an upright oaken sentinel, proclaiming to all that it is still Fall!

Out my front window I could see that I wasn’t going anywhere today:

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See that thin dark gray line going across the middle of the picture?   That’s our street.  Someone was able to make a track.   But my little car is not going to slip and slide and add tracks to that track!

It gets a little bit lighter after noonday,   pretty outside and cozy inside.

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We had a holiday, of sorts, today.  A Snow Day!

I love this snow!


Posted November 23, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Thanksgiving

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“Some people,”  like my cousin in the Far Far North don’t have to go very far for their turkey experience.   Right outside her windows, in all seasons —

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.     — in all seasons she makes them welcome.

My cousin has sent me photos of these majestic birds — well, majestic, maybe, in their own eyes:

Turkey Pride

Sometimes she sends me photos of flocks of turkeys in her yard,  ten,  twenty, thirty at a time, all looking for another meal.

Sometimes they get pretty insistent:

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Here they are, peeking in her window,  looking for her.   “Is dinner late today?”


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Well, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  I hope your “dinner” wasn’t late.

Some of us made it through this year’s events —

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We can go home now.

We’ve lived through another Thanksgiving,  to remember all that we are thankful for:  the good things which give us grateful hearts and draw us closer to God;   the very, very hard things which can only draw us closer to God.





Posted November 19, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christmas

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One more Fall activity that has become a tradition:  getting ready for Christmas!

It’s a Christmas Craft show, held at a local church:

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The parking lot was filled.  This is a small portion of it with my little blue car in a side “pocket.”    I just knew it would be crowded inside — and with all of us wearing thick winter coats . . .  well,  that’s something to mentally prepare for.

I didn’t plan to stay long this year.

They have a little statue of St. Francis of Assisi  closer to the church,  surrounded by flowers in the summertime:

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I wish they wouldn’t DO that!!!   Surround him with birds and bunnies, like a Hallmark friendship card.   This is the man who crossed battle lines in the Middle East after 5,000 Christian crusaders had just been killed.  Francis and his companion were captured, beaten,  dragged through the streets and brought before  Sultan Malik al-Kamil,  questioned (before their planned execution)   upon which Francis presented the Gospel of Christ to him, and challenged him and surrounding Muslim leaders to accept Christianity and put an end to the killing, opening up Jerusalem to all faiths.

The Sultan did not become a follower of Christ but he did not put Francis and his companion to death, declaring he sees something holy in them . . .   Francis eventually returned to Europe where he —  I suppose he confronted the birds and the bunnies.

No.  Really.  He was a manly man,  courageous, and certain that Christ saves our souls, and one by one could save the world, if we, one by one,  let Him.    I wish we’d all remember the message of St. Francis:    it is men who need to learn of God’s love,  not the bunnies.

We celebrate this Infinite Love during Christmas.

Craft 1.5 entrance welcome cr 370The church has welcoming signs.

Inside,    Christmas decorations show us the way to the craft show:

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Nothing extraordinary.  I just thought it made this steep stairway look nice.

Lots and lots of people, in every corner of the large room.   There was “breathing room”  by the board announcing the Drawings and Free Prizes:

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It’s legit.  I’ve been coming here five or six years, and twice my ticket number was called, although not this year.    The prize is something that’s for sale at one of the craft tables and is usually pretty nice.

There is glassware,  jewelry made of just about everything you can think of.  Knitted, crocheted, and hand-sewn articles.   Handy little items for around the house.  Hand-made stationery.   Ornaments.   Beautiful cloth made in Africa and made into napkins or tablecloths;  the money goes back to the African village to buy little lights so children can do their homework during the evenings.


Usually I find a few gifts for the upcoming Christmas holidays,  but this time I didn’t.  I bought two pendants.   For me.

maple leaf   One is a maple leaf made of petrified wood.   The other is a little dinosaur made of jasper.      Grandson Cooper and I both are intrigued by petrified wood;  and we both love dinosaurs (although I suspect he’s the one who is outgrowing his interest in dinosaurs).

And then:

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Nice little crafty things.    Nice little craft-y angel ornaments.

One with a purple  dress.

Meghan’s favorite color.     As some of you may remember,  this is the young lady who is not with us anymore.      This is hard for us to understand.     Too soon . . .  too soon . . .

Christmas will be very different this year.

It was good to be around such skillful, happy, hopeful people at this craft show.

Life goes on.



Posted November 18, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Fall Adventure, Seasons changing

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(Sorry for the absence;  “body” failure again.   I’m getting better, I think . . .)




For my “record,”   that is.    We  have about one more month of official Fall on the calendar, but around here in the Far North I was reminded how wintry and short Fall can be.   Just a little while ago  I was washing my windows at a gas station  and having a little trouble . . .  the window washing fluid was freezing on the windshield!

(I thought they made that washing fluid with anti-freeze or alcohol or something,  something that doesn’t freeze.)

So with time passing so quickly,  I wanted to make a record of Fall things here on the Spruce Tunnel so I can remember what this year was like.

Here was one hint of the presence of Fall:

Fall Geese in sky

The geese are overhead practicing their V formations,  above  our local Big Ten university crop fields.   (This university started out as an agricultural college.)    I was in my car when the sky filled with V’s .   By the time I got my camera going this was all I could capture,  but believe me,  it’s an impressive sight.  A force of nature, replayed twice a year, for ages and ages.

(I know;    I’m not supposed to take pictures when I’m driving but . . .  I think I was stopped at a stop sign on those country roads for this picture. )

My own wild “bird” in the back yard:

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A few weeks ago it was Harvest Time on the old back deck:

Parsley Picking

I grow my herbs out there where they’re handy to add to my salad bowls (or sieves, sometimes.)

I looked down and was surprised to see a  beautiful  “modern art” type view of the parsley:

Parsley dots

You must take beauty where you can find it.    Fortunately,  beauty is all around us,.

I cannot forget this Fall  harvest activity:

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My Recorder-Friend (see next paragraph)  told me about an apple orchard just a couple miles from my house.    My little family drove over there and picked galas,  honey crisps, and a new honey crisp hybrid developed by the orchard owner, who just happens to be an agricultural professor at out “local Big Ten” university.    The most delicious apples!   guess a doctorate in “apple growing”  produces good results!!

SAMSUNG     Because of kitchen work  and my own not-feeling-too-well this Fall,  my friend and I had to miss a few of our recorder practice sessions.  We tried to have as many outdoors in her gazebo as possible,  knowing full well the weather was going to “turn” —  “permanently”  for the late Fall and winter.

But we managed a few practice sessions, and as usual, my friend set a beautiful table for our après music tea time.

Fall Recorder Table

Simple, elegant, and oh-so-apple-y delicious!

There is much to do outdoors to get ready for our Winter freeze.    I tried this summer to Do As The Romans Do:


That is,  spread salt over vegetation (crops and fields) of their enemies so that nothing will ever grow there again.     Like moss.

Salted  bricks.  We’ll see next Spring if that worked.

Then there was Fall weather for sure:

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Snow on fallen leaves.   It’s not neat.  It looks messy.   And it reminds me that I cannot (must not)  rake leaves right now.

(I will remember this Fall as a frustrating time of not being able to do one of my favorite activities: raking leaves.   It was not “advisable.”   Not yet.  Not this year.)

With snowfall one day and “warmer” weather the next,  the little forest behind my yard was strewn with “white logs.”

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Now the serious holidays are coming:    Fall to Winter –  Thanksgiving to Christmas .   Football to football playoffs!

Fall to Winter;  days of darkness —   but here’s where I  live,  this is what I see when I take my long walks and I’m just about to return home:

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See the heart?     The almost heart that the trees make?    That’s where I live,  for all the seasons.

Deo gratias.











Posted November 12, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: American History, Assassination, Social Engineering, Socialism, War Against America, WWI

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(A Veterans Day warning)

In my car, on Veterans Day:



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Everyone knows that the immediate cause, the immediate spark, that set off WWI was the assassination of the archduke of Austria (and his wife).

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Then things quickly spiraled out of control. What George Washington warned us about in his last address to the nation, “do not form entangling alliances with foreign powers,”  was not a part of European thinking, and so their entangling alliances drew them all into a terrible world war:

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In the end, WWI was fought to oppose the control of various tyrannies from overtaking Europe. Leaders were in place who would have become part of that system. The “Huns” was the code word that symbolized the overwhelming force of totalitarianism that sought to expand into all of Europe.    Total world totalitarianism could happen.


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“All Quiet on the Western Front” and other fine novels show us that not all ordinary Germans were “Huns” in that sense.   Patriotic, yes, but not barbarous totalitarians.

It was a most noble and crucial endeavor of Western Europe to oppose totalitarianism. The consequences of failure would be . . well,  they  would not be allowed to be discussed today.   We MUST know about this war.  We MUST read and learn . . . because totalitarianism happens.   It could have happened in Europe in 1914-1918.

One of the most informative sources of information is the World War One Memorial in Kansas City, MO.   All of you, if you live in the 48 contiguous states can go there – easily!! Practically everyone can just drive there in a couple of days!  It’s in Missouri, for goodness’ sake — right in the middle of our country.  Accessible from all around! *

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It is beautiful and well-done.

You can find the memorial at: https://  www (Take out the spaces)     Go to “explore” in the top menu, the page called “Explore, ” and there will be many fine exhibitions to see.   They all do great honor to those who fought in WWI.

There is also an informative and concise interactive timeline.  I kept going back to this wall just to understand the exhibits better :

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But I don’t want to make this a posting about the memorial, worthy as it is. I posted much about it last year when I was actually there.   (See “World War One Revisited – use search engine on this page  or:    )

I want to make a statement, and it is this:  the people who were alive just before, during, and after WWI were just like us. Same emotions, same issues, same concerns about family, education, jobs, and saving money for the future, even the same pleasures as the modern world was developing. Post-modern, actually, because the sinking of the Titanic was a major psychological shock that reverberated around the world — that was the end of the “modern” age of human expectations that shattered our trust that mankind is good and is able to create a modern utopia on earth.

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We had trusted scientists  who brought us electricity and electronics,  elevators,  indoor lighting,   motorcars,  airplanes, space travel . . .  bombs of unimaginable energy . . .   and medical and food industries that  do as much harm as good.

That modern world ended.   It ended with the sinking of the Titanic and then with World War I which was, of course, the war fought “to end all wars.”    It didn’t.   And our regard for mankind was to be ever after pessimistic.    Justifiably so.

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A bleak world after the Titanic

But pessimism and healthy doubts about ourselves need not have led to the self-loathing that we see so much of today in this post-post-modern era. That self-loathing and distrust comes from the Progressives**  of Marxist-Socialism because that ideology needs to convince us that we need a BIG State to control us; we cannot, as Americans showed the world, govern ourselves.

And when our self-confidence and our morale is weakened, we are prey to those who’d like to Rule us.

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Thus the path to Big Statism, to Big Brother, to an all-governing State which is another word for totalitarianism.   Big, powerful central governments do happen. Big unelected bureaucracies do form.

Totalitarianism does happen.

If we don’t trust ourselves to govern ourselves, with equality of everyone before the Law, we get the mess that American voters have in several states today, the best examples being Florida, Georgia, and Arizona.

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Voting officials in those states have shown us that some people are above the law.  They violate the voting laws of their own state — and because it’s expedient, they are allowed to go on with their fraudulent work.
Totalitarianism happens.

” It’s not who votes that matters, it’s who counts the votes” . . . we’ve all heard that. That’s how totalitarianism can happen.     Again:

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an apocryphal if not actual statement from Joseph Stalin


Honor the World War I veterans today?   Honor all our veterans who’ve fought in all our wars to maintain the freedoms that our Founding Fathers gave us?

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Learn what WWI was all about.  Learn how the many faces of voting fraud is dishonoring those veterans.   Take up your “rifle” . . .   your voice . . .  join the “war”  against totalitarianism and fight back!


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Our soldiers risked their lives for the fight – and many, many gave their lives.   We need only risk our time and attention.

This just might be our Eleventh Hour.


.*   (  I drive.    I don’t fly.     WWI and II may be the reason!   I just cannot support the tyranny of a totalitarian system within our own transportation system. When they take the “gestapo-like” agents out of airports, I’ll reconsider flying.  Before then, I’d just be submitting to their Rule, as they expect us to do.)

.** You need to ask yourself what it is they want to “progress” towards.   It is Global Socialism by increments.   They are patient and persistent. We are slow to understand and gullible.



Posted November 7, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Current Events, Defensive Wars, Faith, Modern Issues, Veterans Day, Warfare

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So,  whew!  It’s over.   No more annoying  floods of pseudo information about political campaigns from the mailbox, the radio, and the television.    It’s over and done with!   You win some, you lose some.


But that’s not the “Big Impact”  I’m talking about.

Have you ever walked out after seeing a movie and were nearly speechless because the movie had such a big impact on you?

That was me last night — and Son.     I’m writing only for myself,  but I think he shared my reactions.

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The movie is “Hunter Killer,”    one of the most action-packed,  realistic,    truthful,   engaging adventure movies I’ve ever seen.

Takes place among the icebergs and frozen fjords of the northern Russian coastline.  Here is a picture of another submarine in the  Hunter Killer class —

Hunter sub

It is during the movie when the sub is in motion that you experience the power and majesty of ocean depths and the power and force of our modern submarines.    This is not “Hunt For Red October,”   though with a few necessary similarities.

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Explosions,  not “sunshine” through the waters

The action takes place in the context of amazing technological capabilities in communications, detection,  facial recognition, and surveillance that is (sadly)  true to life.   It’s what we have now.   And the action is also in the context of   the very real and current Russian encroachments into Canadian, American, and northern European coastal waters.

(Was it the Canadian parliament which just recently approved of the construction of another listening complex off their Arctic coastline?)

I don’t need to tell you the story line,  you can look that up – but I can tell you that the story line does not prepare you for the impact this has on the viewer.

Here’s the “Why”  —

It’s a story of goodness, and of evil.      Of Power that transcends Authority.      It’s about the illegitimate transfer of Authority.

It’s about good men rising up to stop evil:

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Rising up with all their might,   all their courage, all their training.

There is something good to fight for!    You or I don’t have to be submariners to make that fight.   There is plenty of evil, in us and in the world’s systems,  to fight against.

The Enemy would want us to forget the Two Great Commandments from our Creator:  To love God first of all,  the Giver of all Good and Perfect Gifts;  and our Enemy would like us to forget our own worth and dignity and our necessary return back to our Good and Holy Creator.   The Enemy would like us to ignore the fact there there is goodness and worth even in our enemies,  because no human needs to be an enemy of God.


Fight the good fight of faith.    (“Fight the good fight of faith.  Take hold of the Eternal Life to which you’ve been called.   I Timothy 6:12)



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Veterans Day is coming up soon.     Armistice Day, as it used to be called.   The day the world made its best attempt to stop war and make peace.     “Hunter Killer”  is a good movie to see in honor of Veterans Day.

There are good strong men still fighting for us.





Posted November 5, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Election

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Well, as long as it’s Mid-Term Election time  and all we’re hearing about, 24/7,  is political campaigns,   I thought I’d do some fantasizing of my own.

(I intended to write about this election and the politics of it a few days ago, but my “body”  did not cooperate —  If any of you are praying types,  I’d ask for your prayers again, for healing.  I’d like to be here in The Spruce Tunnel a  little longer.)

Here’s my fantasy candidate for president-2024:

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John James,  current candidate for Senate in our state,  West Point graduate,  combat pilot (Rangers) . . .

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. . . .  MBA, started a successful multi-million dollar business thereby creating jobs in this state and in others, husband, father . . .

John James

.    . . .   and dedicated to upholding the values that made America a strong nation, as well as our traditions and our Constitution.

Okay.  You get the picture.  End of fantasy.     And a lot can happen in the next six years.   God willing, I’ll be here to find out;  I’ll find out more about this candidate and I’ll find out whether the socialists and radical Leftists from here and abroad are still trying to divide us into separate demographic voting units.


Today, however, it’s astonishing to see the tens of millions and in some cases over a hundred millions of dollars pouring into Democratic campaigns – from Hollywood,  the very rich, and the very foreign globalist billionaires who send people to the various state and local elections as candidates who will – if they win – fundamentally change what America is.

We even have a candidate from out of state who is “renting” a home here so she can be on the ballot to be our state representative.     She is being supported by many millions of dollars,  an overwhelming amount of TV and radio ads and mailings,  and a virtual snowstorm of yard signs.

Day after day my mailbox is getting political ads on glossy, brightly colored paper that present untruths in a most professionally produced way.

Wanted:  People who can put on happy faces and sad faces:

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I call that “juvenile.”

I remember working on a deposition from a lawsuit which exposed a skin care company which presented photos of people Before and After.   “Before,”  the models looked tired and sad,  with blemishes.   “After,”  the models looked bright and happy – with much younger, smoother faces!

They got caught.  They got in trouble.   Their skin care product was really not so good.

This political brochure talks about mud, shows mud,  and wants you to think her opponent is “dirty.”   Powerful, professionally produced insinuations.

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All the TV ads and mailed ads can be shown to have false statements.   It’s the female opponent who has received millions of dollars in the PAC which supports her campaign.   But the brochures coming from that campaign don’t mention that,  they declare that it’s  her opponent who takes money from “special interests.”

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I’ve heard this man interviewed on the radio, more than once,  saying that he strongly supports and has voted for making sure insurance companies covered people with “pre-existing conditions.”   Yet many of his opponent’s brochures and TV ads say he is opposed to this.   Blatant lie;  easy to fact-check.

Lots of name-calling being thrown against the candidates I’d support.  No discussion of the issues.

That’s just one race, one state;    and how common is this in your state to have to put up with a flurry of ads and mailings that carry untruths and that have been paid funded by the millions from out-of-state sources!!

I have no idea how the election will turn out.   The only information we receive is via a very biased TV system,  and the entertainment-news media which is largely Leftist  (95%-98% are found to be Leftists when J-schools are examined).   What I see from them is not what I see in my neighborhood nor in my local towns and cities.

The entertainment-news media has created an environment which does not actually exist around me – and I suspect around many other places.

For my foreign readers,  what the media presents to you is not at all what it’s like to live in America.      We’re not divided from out own neighbors and — we’re much smarter and nicer!!!

Let’s vote on that!!!!




Posted October 31, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: 2012 America, 2016 Issues, American History, Education, Fall Adventure, Lessons from History, War Against America

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“A little”  (history)  being the operative phrase.

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It’s Halloween!   A perfect week to read or re-read The Screwtape Letters, the highly enjoyable allegory by CS Lewis.   Well, “enjoyable,” if it weren’t so true!

CS Lewis remains an important literary influence in the English language for those who are in the process of being educated; for those who don’t have to be persuaded of the importance of being educated.

(For that reason I won’t give a synopsis of The Screwtape Letters,  just one quotation.)


(This is Screwtape talking, the demon educator who is instructing Wormwood on how to corrupt the education of humans.  That is,  we’re the ones being “Screwed.”)

“To regard the ancient writer as a possible source of knowledge  –  to anticipate what he said could modify your thoughts or behavior – that would be rejected as absolutely simple-minded.   And since we (devils) cannot corrupt   the whole of the human race all of time,  it is most important thus to cut every generation off from one another, for where learning makes a free commerce between the ages, there is always the danger that the characteristic errors of one may be corrected by the characteristic truths of another.”

Know that quotation well.     It is the whole reason our socialist education system prevents you from knowing (or respecting)  history.)      For corruption and evil to make headway,  you must cut off each generation from its own history — lest people learn from past mistakes!

When an entire culture is floundering around in ignorance and corruption,  it is easy to tell the members of that generation anything!

Don’t know what your Constitution says?    There is someone waiting to tell you what they want you to think it says!!

Don’t know the history of your own nation?   There are those who will tell you what your history is – and how evil your nation is . . .  and how all our heroes aren’t really heroes at all!!

Don’t know how to distinguish objective truth from opinion?   There are those who will tell you how to think and feel.

Don’t know where humans came from?   There are those who will describe human creatures that developed, by chance, out of the slimy muck,  with no more dignity than a common animal.

Don’t know the wisdom that comes from your parents, your grandparents,  the culture of your great-grandparents?   There are those who will tell you they don’t have anything to offer you and who will give you their own purposes in place of the wisdom of the past.

And so on.



I’m not going to read Screwtape Letters tonight.  I’m going to read more of the book that presented that quotation:    Reasonable Pleasures  by  James V.   Schall,   highly recommended for all-around general understanding of our times.

I am going to do a different Halloween thing, though.


I’m going to watch The Haunting (of Hill House), (1963 version)  and then I going to watch the modern Netflix series version of it.    Just for comparison . . .  research, you know.

I’ll probably have the lights on all night long!

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Thanks to Son for carving the pumpkins;  and thanks to our little family for picking them out of the pumpkin patch.

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Posted October 31, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: 2012 America, 2016 Issues, A Nation of LEGAL Immigrants, American History, War Against America

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My kitchen floor is in pieces,  all rolled up and discarded;  I’m squeezing between the “storage disaster”  that has become my home, to use the keyboard of my disarranged computer,  just to make some comments — which, because I love my country (I love my nation;  call me a nationalist!) — because I love this nation,  I think are important   (the comments, that is).

Two days ago, I think,  I heard on the radio that the president is looking into some ways to end the anchor-baby  problem which is harming our country.  He said he was going to make a “directive”  to have some people, some experts see how this could be done.

(“Exploring how”  not “dictating.”)

The next time I heard the news,  he had either added a comment or else the “news” people decided to report more of what he had had to say.   The further comment was that he was being told by some of his advisers that he could just issue an executive order to eliminate the anchor-baby procedure.  He didn’t sound enthusiastic about the executive order method.

(It’s possible, but the Barack Hussein person in the White House so much overused the executive order,  changed the system with his orders, and exhibited such unhealthy glee in doing so — Remember his  “I have a pen and a cell phone and I know how to use them,”       Remember that statement?)

So that first day I didn’t know what method our current president would use to alleviate our anchor-baby-non-citizen-parent problem.

However!   Every time the “news” came on the radio,   there seems to be hysteria about this president using an executive order to “change the Constitution”  !!!   the debate rages — rages, I say —  about his use of the executive order and about the “difficulty”  of changing  the Constitution,  et cetera,  et cetera,  et cetera.

Now the 14th Amendment to the Constitution that the “news” people are discussing was put in there to allow the children of former slaves — in 1866 –  to be considered American citizens.   Their parents hadn’t been;  but after the  War Between the States,  they were — and their children could be.

Later the 14th Amendment was also applied to American Indians tribes,  or nations.  Children born of American Indians were to be considered American citizens.

The key phrase that applied to both instances was that the parents were not under any foreign jurisdiction.   Neither former slaves nor American Indians were under the jurisdiction if any foreign nation.

So babies born to them are American citizens.

Hope that’s clear.

The thousands of young men (and a few women and children)  who are coming this way:

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.   .   .    .   these young men are citizens of foreign countries.  They are under the jurisdiction of a foreign nation.   Their babies do not become American citizens —   at least until socialist policies began to prevail in our judicial system.

That is the wrong that needs to be righted.   That is the intentional misinterpretation of the Constitution that needs to be corrected.

By some means.

We’ll see.



Posted October 28, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Funk

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Just want to say I’m still here.   So much to talk about and write about and share . . . I feel all jammed up with unused information.      I’ve missed communicating.     Writing has been terribly difficult.

Feels like this:


blue funk

Been there this week . . .  deep blue funk.

Or is that purple?   Can’t tell because my computer screen has gone into Night Mode again . . .   taken away the blue light . . .

Many reasons to feel worn out and funky and blue . . . or purple.

Here’s one:


That’s my kitchen,  all jammed into my living room and dining room –  and spread out in all the other rooms too.     I can’t reach anything that I want.  I suppose that’s okay because I can’t find anything I want either.   If I move one thing,  it covers up other things I need and I lose the next thing I’m looking for.

I’ve decided I can’t live all disorganized like this.  I mean I can’t think clearly and I’m just about out of patience.   Well, I’m out of sorts is what I’m out of.

It’s been three weeks?  Three?  Maybe more.

It all started with this:


I don’t have wood floors in my kitchen,  that’s just  half the floor with the vinyl removed.    There was a long wait for the tile installer to be scheduled,  then he was sick on the day he was supposed to start,  then we had a power outage on the next day;  another long wait to be rescheduled,  and then — they found a water-damaged area under the floor that had to be fixed and built up first.

Then that was done,  then the installer was rescheduled . . .

If I could only be  like “Annie”  and believe in “Tomorrow.”

The installer is supposed to begin work . . .  tomorrow.

I know.   These troubles are small.    They’re small compared to what I and my family have been through these past few months.   They’re small compared to an ongoing “worry”  that I have.     They’re small compared to  other people’s problems.

I appreciate that.     I do.

This messed up house kitchen thing is just a straw.





I’ll be back to my chatty self soon again;  catch up on things.

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Posted October 22, 2018 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Bad Times, Bears as Metaphor, Faith

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bear paw bracelet


I told you,  I told you, Dear Readers, I told you I told you about the Bears. 

bear talking to you You go along in your everyday world,   doing everyday things,  handling everyday issues,   everything is ordinary and everyday — but all along you don’t know, you didn’t know,  you were being stalked by a “bear.”


And it sometimes decides to jump out at you — and then you know you’re no match for the bear.    Or as my Dad and Mom and I found out,  Dad’s  .22 rifle was no match for an angry mother bear who jumped out at us during a nice walk in the woods.

Bear Brown snarl 350

Well, we weren’t eaten,  but I learned a lesson back then when I was just a child:  Bears can jump out at you anytime.

Bears are metaphors for the unexpected bad things in life.  Everyone is stalked by bear.  They don’t always attack — but they always could.

There are little bears too.  And sneaky bears.  And maybe . . .  cute? . . . maybe cute bears if you’re not around to see what they’re doing.   Cooper’s World got visited by bear a few weeks ago.

Bear Pair Looking

Cooper is my grandson.  He lives in this house in  the High Sierras of California,  on Donner Lake, specifically.   A neighbor took these photos one afternoon when Cooper and his mom and dad weren’t home.    That’s the deck on the side of their home.

They relax there.

They give parties there.

I’ve relaxed on that deck at times.

Cooper and his mom and dad were away doing ordinary, everyday errands.

This pair was on a mission:

Bear Mission

They knew where the goodies are kept, all locked up in an airtight refrigerator.

But not locked up enough;  not airtight enough:

Bear Mission Accomp 380

Yep,  they found the”beverage” supply.   Beer beverage.   Wonder if that was Baby’s first taste.

Bears do cute things.    They’re . . .  cute, maybe.     But I remember sitting in that nice pink chair on their deck, with my eyes closed,  enjoying the brilliant mountain sunshine.

Bears are there.   “Bear” are everywhere.    In my difficult, mixed-up, dangerous, deadly, and almost deadly world of my past four months,   “Bear” have been all over this place.  Deaths,  disease,  disappointments, distrusts,  dying cars and dying TVs, schedule conflicts and extra repair time, self-inflicted injury  —  I think I’ve had them all.

Strength.  Resilience.   Coming back for more like a little Weeble-Wobble.   Faith.  Hope.  Trust that the Bears will let up for a while.   And the certain knowledge that we are not meant to be happy in this life,  but in the Next.    (That is Christian teaching.)


I told you there were Bear in this world, ready to surprise you with an attack.

But so did Jesus.    He didn’t promise us an easy life,  but He did promise us He wouldn’t leave us as orphans.   And: “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”    “I will send you the Comforter,  the Holy Ghost . . .”    “Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away.”

That means some day the Bear will be gone,  but God will remain for us.


Bar Cross in middle


I guess I can handle all the Bear. 

weeble wobbling