Posted June 21, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Food, Uncategorized

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Observations:   Vast empty lifeless areas in the Pacific Ocean.    Vast.  Lifeless.     Starving larger fish species.  Starving  seals and  baby seals dead of starvation.    Ocean food species disappearing.   Coastal species dying and disappearing.  Starfish limbs dissolving.  Salmon industry collapse.    Etc.

If we read only scattered  headlines  like these, here and there, over the space of eight or nine years,  our minds are not doing the addition.     It doesn’t add up to anything.


Here’s another recent story:


It was followed quickly by the reports of hundreds of whales beaching themselves in the Pacific Northwest, and hundreds of seals found dead on a Pacific coast beach.

The photo shows Bill Laughing Bear, who lives near this newly dead whale in Alaska.  He normally tests dead salmon and halibut for radioactivity and says he has not found one which did not test positive for radioactivity.   That made him curious about this recent dead whale.   He said he found the whale to be “radioactive,”  although there were no specifics.   He thought that it would have tested higher near the stomach area than down by the tail fin, but he didn’t want to get wet that day, walking up to the stomach area, but he also said he wouldn’t be eating whale blubber anymore.  Hmm.

As I used a search engine to find and re-read the article for accuracy,   I found subsequent reports of “another,” and then  4, then 5,  and the latest 24 dead whales found recently on the beaches up there.

The stories  of radioactive dead sea creatures began shortly after the Fukushima event which “downloaded”   gabillions  of tons of highly radioactive water into the Pacific Ocean, and still ongoing today, and that is in addition to an uncounted amount of radiation spewing into the air  from the heavily damaged nuclear reactors..

Fuku Spraying 380

The meltdown is still going on.     Sometimes we forget what a dangerous, hopeless, unsuccessful mess it was to try to ‘cool” the damaged reactors after the earthquake and tsunami.  

I saw (and posted occasionally)  the maps of the world showing how the radiation  dispersed, especially across the United States.  I know grasslands for cattle became radioactive in Colorado, for instance, and milk as far away as Vermont tested positive for radiation, so I was often curious about what the rain was delivering to us here  in the Far North.

I bought a “Geiger counter” –  The Inspector brand.

After I saw  that article about the dead gray whale and read that someone had gone out  with a Geiger counter and found it three to four times more radioactive  than expected, I decided to check out any possible radiation in our current days of “endless” rain this week.  After all,  my herbs and tomatoes are growing outside there on my back deck!

I thought maybe we have less radiation in our rain now than we did when I used to measure it a few years ago.

Inspector 114


Normal background radiation is 22 – 38.      This “114”  on Wednesday is “higher than normal background radiation,”  I’ll state that explicitly.

When the rain stopped,  the radiation count went way down, into the 50s,  but I was getting wet.  I’m sure it went down to where it should be eventually.    As usual, my eyes burned a little after I came in from the rain.

Nuclear power plants are NOT a safe alternative to the-called “fossil”  fuels.

02 Nucl Reactors in N Caroliona

Another Fukushima waiting to happen?    To us? 

So what about our fish that comes from the Pacific Ocean?     I made it a point  to buy  only “Atlantic” Salmon from my grocery store — only to find out that “Atlantic” means only a type of salmon, not its origin.     My butcher assured me that all the fish in his display counter came from the Pacific Ocean – nothing from the Atlantic!

Today I found out that most of our “wild-caught Atlantic” salmon comes from Chile, which is,   for some  reason of ocean currents,   safer from Japanese radiation.

But then you don’t want to eat “farm-raised” salmon either, even though American farm-raised standards have improved.  But doctors still give warnings to not each too much salmon per month.     One to three salmon meals, maximum.



But salmon from our country,  our “Atlantic” salmon caught on the West Coast   —   tumors are common.

slmon tumor

Poor things:

salmon mouth

I won’t buy them anymore anyway.



Sorry to have kept those old Fukushima links up so long in the right columns.   They are useless now.    They have petered out or moved to other locations.   I haven’t found any other central location for Fukushima news.    But the stories keep coming.

I’ll remove those links soon . . . .



Posted June 18, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Education

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M Galaxy



Now that I’m getting back into my omnivorous reading habits again,   I’ve discovered a few books around the house that I didn’t know I had,  nor do I know where they came from,   but I’m sure glad they’re here for me to read!

Here’s a very encouraging one:


It’s not about Moonwalking and it’s not about Einstein!     It’s about how our mind functions, specifically how our mind remembers things.   Or not.

(I really should get up there to The Reading Shelf and write down the interesting things I’ve learned from this book.    Maybe when I finish the book . . .)

I suppose the two things I can happily conclude from this book is that you can have a  better  memory;  and your age doesn’t matter.      I like that.    We can all learn far more than we think we can!

great courses best

I’m not done learning yet.  I’ve been involved with the courses offered by The Great Courses for quite some time now, and  my biggest achievement this past weekend was finally signing up for The Great Courses Plus,   with all the thousands and thousands of courses available on my television,  my laptop,  my PC, and my cell phone.

(Yeah,  and no excuses anymore.    Everything is just a click away.)

SOLAR Magnetic lines

There is nothing you can’t study or learn more about with these Great Courses.


I’m not going to give them a glowing endorsement on everything, of course.    Many of the professors who give the lectures are hopelessly steeped in either modern marxist thinking or in  rigid stereotypes which have long been disproved.

For instance, from their catalog:

Great Courses

Sigh-h-h-h-h-h-h . . .

What can you do about a course description like that?       Read it carefully.  See the blatantly non-factual statement?

I’ve physically visited a museum of the ancient people along the east coast of America and in  Florida who settled here probably 20,000 years ago, or more.*    They are northern Europeans, and they probably traveled along  the edge of the ice sheet which covered the northern continents.    By the time they got to Florida they had quite a culture going, and among their artifacts are mastodons carved onto stone that is found only in Europe.

“DNA evidence points to Asia, and only  Asia as the origin of all human migration to North America.”     Ouch.

So as with all “education”  offered in the 21st century,  you  need to know a lot before you accept anything someone is teaching you.




And this is the best part:    Each of us can learn and learn and learn all the things that interest us,  and our minds can handle it!     We adults are better at learning than we think we are!

We live in a bigger, stranger world than we think:

Okapi 1

Big okapis come from cute little okapis:

Okapi 2


Son  and I were having a discussion about just what it is that feels so good when  you gain new learning or understanding.  Why does it feel so satisfying?    Why do you learn a little about something, and then you want to learn even more about it?


It’s not about scooping up random facts and information,  like from Google or Wikipedia;  it’s the kind of learning that  gives you a deep understanding of the world and that connects one thing to another and helps you perceive your place in the world.

Then you don’t have to worry about being manipulated by the agendas of other people  — that’s a component of freedom.

Learning makes you a better person.



.*   These are the Windover Bog People of Florida.


They are known specifically for burying their dead in underwater “graves,”  about three to five feet under water, held down with sticks and skins.

The museum is near Melbourne, Florida.



“Oh Give Me A Home Where The….”

Posted June 18, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Bad Times, Modern Issues, Transforming America, War Against America

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“…where the buffalo roam …”    No,  no buffalo, anymore.  At least not usually roaming free on your ranch.


Can you dream?    Can  you take time to enjoy your recurring daydreams?


I like this picture.    She’s a lucky lady.    For some reason, in all my cross-country driving trips,  it was Wyoming that I fell in love with.  And Montana.     The scenery is spectacular.    And it’s large.  Expansive.     There’s room to breathe.       I like the people there too, so I think I’d fit in.

I can move there if I want to, but I won’t leave this state in the Far North, surrounded by the Great Lakes.      I like it here too.     But I can dream.

Cowboy Mag

Up until a few months ago I had a long-standing subscription to this magazine and enjoyed every issue.  Some of the issues helped me plan my trips out West, but mostly I enjoyed reading about the people and the work they do.   There was a lot of pretty interesting photos too.

Then I changed to this magazine:

Cow Ind Mag

It’s not really about Hollywood style “cowboys and indians.”    It’s just more good articles about life in the West.     We can all recognize what life used to be like in these United States, no matter where we Americans lived.

The magazines are worth a little look if you ever see them on your newsstand.

It’s been a week – again – since I’ve posted here.   Health scary feelings again,  but also a new thing for me:  allergies!    I don’t get allergies, but I’m experiencing them this year for some reason.  I didn’t realize they came with a general feeling of lethargy.  And malaise.   Lots of wasted time.   Seems to be a general complaint by everyone around here too.

Things are resolving now;  troubles  don’t usually last.   I’m catching up on my reading, cowboys magazines and the news.

Cowboy scene

I think we should change the words of that song to:  “Oh give me . . .  my home back!”    If you did live on a ranch in the southwest,  you’d not be having a debate about whether or not America is having a migrant-invasion crisis.   You’d be seeing it and dealing with it every day on your own property:

CARAVAN across river

“An evening in the southwest”

One rancher was surprised by 18 people from the Philippines knocking on his door, asking for “help.”

I can’t remember which group of foreign citizens were caught entering our country without our permission,  but there was a group who were all holding “fistfuls” of American $100 bills.

Ranchers cannot keep up with the garbage and debris and castoff items left behind by people from foreign countries walking through their property.

Among the debris that is frequently found are prayer rugs!   Have you heard that?      There have been several news articles in the past month that are reporting these small prayer rugs found on the ground,  on people’s ranch properties.

So,  who uses prayer rugs?

The authorities,  ICE, I think,  have been advertising for French-speaking people who’d be willing to act as interpreters.

What Central American country has French for their national language?    Whose national language is French?

Some African nations.     Young men who are  citizens   of some African nations are  walking across our southern border.      And then they’re collected and are flown, at our expense,  to . . .

Aliens flying nito cities

. . .   to . . .   Surprise!   Might be to your city.       Our Rulers don’t ask our permission.     They just send them here.   I can’t remember which group of foreign citizens were caught entering our country without our permission,  but there was a group who were all holding “fistfuls” of American $100 bills.

Americans don’t get a vote on who moves in to their country.

And the “who”  could be some very, very sick people.   There are several thousand right now “quarantined”  with chicken pox.     And others with mumps.  And  others with drug-resistant tuberculosis.    And with the ever “mysterious”  EV-D68,  which was noticed to have popped up  in our country at the same time as  the overwhelming numbers of arrivals from Central America.     EV-D68 is also called “polio-like influenza”   which the authorities now declare has been here since the 1960s, so, no, the drastic increase could not have come from Central Americans where this virus is endemic.      Right?  It  just massively, mysteriously  increased.

And then there are the thousands from the Congo  (Belgian Congo, which once was civilized but is  now the socialist and struggling  People’s Republic of the Congo)  and that nation is struggling with the ebola virus,  the biggest outbreak since more than a decade.

No screening for that.      (It’s not just diseases. *)

Anyone remember studying Roman history, as in the “decline and fall” of the Roman Empire?     Many factors weakened the empire,  but what was it that finally finished them off?      So many foreigners pouring into the Empire that the Romans were no longer able to fight off the various types of invasions.

And, no,  most of these people who are citizens of foreign countries are not particularly interested in becoming Americans, learning our language and our customs and our history.     If we don’t give them what they’re demanding,  they don’t like us very much, as tweeted by one person:

they re hondurans


If we don’t accommodate them,  they’ll call us “Nazis”  and burn our flag.

One commenter, at the end an article about these people said:     If you import the 3rd World,   you will soon become the 3rd World.

Remember that.






. *  If you can still take any more bad border news:


Here are some people who are citizens of  a Middle Eastern country.     Here is part of the accompanying article from CBN (news):

A captured and now repentant Canadian ISIS fighter recently revealed a plot for operatives to travel from Syria and gain entrance into the US through the southern border with Mexico, using active routes taken by migrants.

The International Center for the Study of Violent Extremism reports that even though several lawmakers in Congress didn’t acknowledge President Donald Trump’s warnings about the southern border being vulnerable to terrorists, ISIS took note.

Abu Henricki al Canadi, a Canadian with dual citizenship with Trinidad, was apprehended in Syria by the Syrian Democratic Forces last month. In an interview with researchers, he revealed a plot in which he and other Trinidadians were invited to attempt to penetrate the U. borders to mount financial attacks on the US economy. . . .

“They were going to move me to the Mexican side of the US southern border via Puerto Rico,” he continued. “This was masterminded by a guy in America.”

The ISIS fighter told investigators the mastermind was from New Jersey, so New York’s financial institutions may have been the target of the attack.


Well, good thing someone was “repentant.”


https:/    /www1    .cbn.com/cbnnews/world/2019/june/captured-isis-terrorist-reveals-plot-to-exploit-weak-us-mexico-border-to-unleash-jihad-on-america

(remove spaces if you want to go there)





Posted June 10, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Cooper, Domestic Chores, Food, Male-Female

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Yep.  Going domestic on all of you, my readers.    Although I tend to be very interested in history, politics, patriotism, current  earthquakes and volcanoes,  cultural developments,   strange aerial phenomena,  sociological trends, pedagogy,  the power of the Fourth Estate =-  (i.e.  “the entertainment-news media), space science,  physics,  nature, botany, music  (no “modern music,”  nothing past 1825, please), my friends and family,  and  all resting on a bedrock of firm traditional Christian faith —

—  Oh, yes,  that’s why I say The Spruce Tunnel is a place for ‘random thoughts;”  sorry I don’t have any certain predictable  theme to employ here . . .

“Although” all that . . .  like any human creature who is free to live to his fullest, I do all that,  but I especially enjoy being a woman and feeling “all domestic.”   Hah!

Say  Anything

When Daughter and Grandson Cooper were here for a few days during the Memorial Day weekend,  we found time to play a board game called “Say Anything.”   You draw a card with four or five questions to choose from, read it out loud, and then the rest of the players write down what they think will be your most likely answer. . . .  wagering for points, etc., etc.

Hmmmm.    Can be very revealing.

Well, one time my question is “What do I think is the best thing about being a woman?”   An explosion like colorful confetti burst inside my brain“Everything!”    And my family knew me well, with their answers.   To play the game  I had to choose one, but all of them were correct:  wearing skirts (and other pretty clothes, I guess),   being a wife,  homemaker,  being a wife and mother and grandmother (that last set of three from Cooper).

It was a fun game to play, a good question to think about,  but it still reverberates in my memory, for some reason.    Made me think about all the possibilities.

I hope, if you’re a woman (in the Western world),  you have many happy answers.   The answers could actually make you happy.   (“Count your blessings.”)

And I know,  just know,  that the same could be said if you’re a man.    To be a man,  so strong and capable physically (or at least you could train yourself to be more and more “capable”),  to be protective of others around you,  to be a father (or brother or uncle or older cousin), to be a prime example of manliness and courage and constancy,  to lead the way in the exercise of your faith in God,  to provide for your household,  to know how to fix so many things,  to  . . .  I don’t ‘know, all the other advantages . .  .



Okay,  so I like baking pies.


rhubarb pie

My Rhubarb Pie

  The recipe and the nutritional benefits:


This is called Peoria Rhubarb Cream Pie:

Preheat:  400 degree oven.
Ingredients for a single-crust pie (crust):

1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup shortening
3 – 4 tablespoons cold water


(The usual way:  stir the first three ingredients all together in a bowl until it resembles “coarse crumbs,”   then sprinkle in the cold water.   Ice cold water is best, and I certainly use 4 or more tablespoons of water.)   Form into a ball.

On a lightly floured surface, roll it out into a circle that’s going to fit your pie plate.  Flute the edges.


Ingredients for filling:

4 cups sliced fresh rhubarb*   (or thawed and drained frozen sliced rhubarb)
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg  (you’ll scarcely taste the nutmeg)
Then mix in 3 slightly beaten eggs.

Ingredients for streusel topping:

1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup butter   (cold is best, but room temperature butter is quicker.)

Mix all together until coarse crumbs are formed.   I use a fork, but a pastry cutter or your fingers work pretty well too.

I assume you know how to assemble these three components of the pie.

Cover the edges with aluminum foil.   I don’t usually, but I’m glad I did this time.

Bake for twenty minutes.

Remove the foil, and bake for another twenty or so minutes.

And that’s what you get!   A   delicious rhubarb pie!  Mild tasting,  no overwhelming tartness or bitterness.    Very thick.   (I probably used five cups of cut up rhubarb.)


Hope you enjoy!     (Of course,  just “full disclosure” for this modern world:   men bake too.)



. *    (Thank you, my recorder partner,  for fresh rhubarb from your garden!)



For those of you interested in health,  I discovered that rhubarb has far more healthy benefits than I could have imagined:

From    (removing the spaces, of course):

https://   http://www.   organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/rhubarb.html

Nutritional Value:

One of the main reasons why people cultivate and eat rhubarb is for its astounding nutritional value. It is packed with minerals, vitamins, organic compounds, and other nutrients that make it ideal for keeping our bodies healthy. According to the USDA National Nutrient Database, these precious components are dietary fiber, protein, vitamin C, vitamin K, B complex vitamins, calcium, potassium, manganese, and magnesium. In terms of organic compounds, the plant is a rich source of polyphenolic flavonoids like beta-carotene, lutein, and zeaxanthin.

Prevents Alzheimer’s:

A 2006 study published in the Brain Research Bulletin said that a rhubarb glucoside compound, rhaponticin, can protect the body against Alzheimer’s. In vitro results show the rhaponticin is positively linked to preventing the harmful effects of amyloid beta, which are peptides of 36-43 amino acids that are crucially involved in the formation of amyloid plaques found in the brains of patients suffering from Alzheimer’s disease.
This compound also aids with blood sugar levels

Improves Bone Health:

Along with its role in protecting the brain from neural degeneration, vitamin K also promotes osteotropic activity, meaning that it stimulates bone growth and repair. Combined with the rich amount of calcium and other minerals found in rhubarb, the vegetable as a whole is a major player in bone protection.

Obviously high in fiber and allt he health enefits that produces…

Anti-cancer Properties:

According to the researchers from the National University of Singapore, anthraquinones from rhubarb possesses anti-cancer properties and could have therapeutic potential. It is a good source of beta-carotene and other polyphenolic compounds like lutein and zeaxanthin which act in a similar way to vitamin A, protecting the skin and eyes from the effects of free radicals. A decent amount of antioxidants in your diet can help avoid premature aging, cataracts, macular degeneration, and wrinkles.
. . .  Copper and iron, stimulate new red blood cells, increasing the oxygenation in the body



Posted June 7, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: American History

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(Thoughts for this posting were written down, about 4:00 a.m., and then my sleepy finger bumped something on my phone and it all disappeared.   Maybe I can remember some of what I wanted to say.)

d day 75

Sometime between midnight and 6:00 a.m. on June 6th my radio stations were playing excerpts from President Trump’s D-Day speech.     Even half asleep I was becoming very   impressed with the parts of his speech I was hearing.

During the day I heard more portions of his speech, and finally I downloaded it and heard most of it all in one sitting.    I’ll try again.   (There’s just so much to listen to on the Internet and on the radio!!)


trump at d day 2


What got my attention was the story of Captain Joe Dawson who was one of the many men who “ran through the fires of hell moved by a force no weapon could destroy.”  Powerful words from the speech.

Captain Dawson ran  across the beach at Normandy under heavy fire,  knowing the men under his command in G Company were following him through almost impossible odds.      Captain Dawson  found a way to get to the top of the steep hill at the end of the beach.

This “way” is called Dawson’s Draw or Dawson’s Ridge.

Under heavy fire, he managed to toss a grenade into the German bunker that was raining down so much “death” onto the Allied troops.

It was a turning point.    Captain Dawson proved it could be done.  The German soldiers could be stopped.

The story is compelling, of course, and inspirational,  but it’s a story that also includes all of us, as individuals.   The story wants not just our applause and admiration,  but also what is so very evident today, the story needs our participation.

So,  how?    Some simple questions . . . some answers.

What made CAptain Dawson do what he did?  Who were all  these young Americans  (other countries, of course)  who attempted to storm   the beaches at Normandy that day?

“More powerful than the strength of American arms was the strength of American hearts.”  (Trump)      Do we have hearts strong for America today?   

How were the men of 1944 , young and old,  raised?      What were they like?   What built their character?    What did they know and what did they believe in?  And what did they think was worth dying for?

Captain Dawson was not remarkable in his upbringing.   He was the son of a Texas preacher,  Baptist.  It might be “unusual”  to be a preacher’s son,  the old “PK” –  Preacher’s Kid –   but it was not unusual to be brought up with (Judeo-) Christian beliefs, lifestyles, and set of values.    That was the majority of America’s “Greatest Generation.”

America’s values had been based in those two great words:  piety and patriotism.  

The sources of those two values were family, church, and schools.     They made men strong and true.   Such men raised this way were, by and large, reliable, trustworthy,  hard-working,  self-reliant, and decent.

Lest you think I’m glorifying this generation, I must tell you, then, that I lived during the same time as this  population of America  and I have witnessed that these qualities I’ve written down here really existed and applied to all Americans – in general.

Of all the things D-Day should remind us of,   the character of Americans (and others)  during this time is one of the most important lessons we can learn.   This is where our participation comes in, because, again,  our admiration for our men on D-Day  is not enough.

d day died

Nations disappear and die.  Republics have a notoriously short life span.   In order for America to endure,  we must, just must,  be the kind of people that these young men thought they were dying for.

Be,  and teach our children to be.




Posted June 6, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis, Family, Thanksgiving

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That’s   anything.      What To Do When Anything Is Over.



Hey!  Got enough to do in your life?

CW 2


We’ve all experienced the end of something,  a certain period of time ends.

CW 13

Good or bad.   It’s over.    Your attention has been taken up with certain activities or issues, good or bad or “indifferent,”  but then it comes to an end.   And we find that Life still goes on.


CW 14


We can choose whether we go on, too.  Or not.

CW 7


But eventually  we have some biological urge to get on with things.  To “move on,” we say.

CW 17

How do we get started . . .  again?

What’s needed for a restart?

CW 18

Well, if it’s “company,”  overnight, out-of-state company,   there is much preparation,  then you oversee the “company,”  and then they leave.

Cooper was here!!!   My grandson from the High Sierras.    Here he is wearing the sweater I made him.

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(Modeling the sweater.  Being goofy.)   It’s the one with the red cardinal tweeting out the word  “Joie!”     Glad it fits him.

CW 8

It was a wonderful rather surprise visit from Daughter and Cooper.   Lots of fun –  I might blog our activities soon.  Constant activity, fun, laughter, noise.      Sure kept me busy for this past week.

And then it was over.

But more serious things, bad things can happen too.     And then they will over too.  Things will work out one way or the other, and then you clean up the loose ends:  Clean the house;  clean up the leftovers;  clean the carpeting (sometimes necessary!) ;  clean up the toys and all the other objects that have left out or moved around;  clean the car . . .

Oh, yes,  the car

CW 3

These photos today are from inside my car, inside a car wash.

CW 1

They wave you on in,   and somehow,  if you follow their wiggling fingers, right or left,  then your tires  connect to something — and you’re committed.

It’s going to be messy,  loud, wobbly, bewildering,  but you know it’s all for the scrubbing and the rubbing and the cleaning.

Why all this?  because after having company,  you clean.  After some issue in your life is over, there is “cleaning” to do.    After some period of time is ended,  before you can go on effectively,  you must clean up the debris:    organize your thoughts, remember,  reflect,  learn,  discard certain moments and  erroneous interpretations, learn anything you can from the experience. . .

. . . .   That’s the physical and the mental, and then if you’re human,  clean up the spiritual aspect:  give thanks, give thanks for the people you know,  the ones you’ve  just dealt with;  forgive yourself;  forgive any others, go to confession, if you must;    and commend everything you can think of to God’s care.

Then relax!   It’s over.

CW 20 end

It’s your turn to leave that period of self-reflection and restoration.   This is how you grow!    Life is a series of moments that are  Teaching Stations.    You experience, hopefully fearlessly facing the challenge, and then it’s over.

It’s behind you.    Time to resume your life, living in each present moment as it comes.

CW 22 clean car


I drove away and put that red-roofed Car Wash behind me . . .    Always remembering that newly beautiful blue car in the review mirror, ready to go !

Ugh!   I’m still cleaning up.

There’s  always  so much to do!




Posted May 29, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Family, Holidays, Humor


3/3 –  “Lemonade Happens”


Okay,  I can’t stay ranty for long.   I was “real mad”  when this first happened – right before all my out-of-state Memorial Day weekend company (which, by the way, are all still here).

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”    I don’t like that little saying.  It’s too . . .  too . ..    too Pollyanna.    Most often, in real life,  you just have to deal with the lemons.

But once in a while —  lemonade happens.

Last Friday was the day I should have been all ready for my California family to visit for the holiday weekend.   Laundry done, house cleaned, shopping,  baking, cooking, activities planned —

—  AND my new refrigerator had arrived and my old one was now clean and emptied, ready for pick up from the utility company,  which would give me a nice $50 check,   I guess for “upgrading” to a more modern refrigerator.



Company coming and TWO refrigerators in the kitchen.   Everything else pushed over, displaced, or covered up.  But it was going to be okay because the utility company was going to come and take one away.

A “four-hour window”  for their arrival, during which time I couldn’t do any last-minute shopping;  just hang around the house.    Waiting.

And they never showed up.   No phone call.  Nothing.   They had called two days before to ask for my confirmation.    I confirmed.  Twice.   No idea why they didn’t come,  but with all the busyness and tension — happy tension, getting ready for company —  frustration turned to anger.

I called fifteen minutes before the end of the business day when I was pretty sure they weren’t coming.  As withi all corporations,  I endured multiple transfers to various departments,  but I finally got a nice Customer Service lady who said she would look into it right away and come back with an answer — maybe they were still on their way.   She put me on hold (yet again)  and I waited.  She came back to ask some questions, put me on hold again.

And then a corporate type recording came on the line announcing that business hours were over, please call again on Monday.   Which of course the Robot Recording didn’t know that Monday would be Memorial Day.

So the Customer Service lady and I were cut off while we were communicating.

That’s the LEMONS!     And I let them have it via email,  text messaging, and the complaint form on the Website.

Then,  free to go out shopping for company, I came home with a load of groceries and found my new refrigerator was overfilled . . .

. . . . and overflowed into my old refrigerator.

That’s the LEMONADE.  I can’t tell you how many times we were all grateful for plenty of refrigerator space!      We’d bring home leftovers from restaurants and  have plenty of room to store them!     Lots of bulky fruits and vegetables.  Lots of things to drink!  No spills, knocking things over,  stuffing the shelves.

So the joke’s on me.  I laughed at my previous anger;  I laughed at myself,  many times!  We’ve had a great fun visit, everyone enjoying the novelty of using two refrigerators.

fridge double

Moral of the story:   Things are often better than  what they seem.    I can handle this.   No need for such momentary frustration.

Glad to have two refrigerators!!!

(But I’m not going to tell the utility company that!)



Posted May 27, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Transforming America, War Against America

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Rant 2/3 –  how to Lose a country.

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After watching some Memorial Day celebrations,  speeches,  songs,   from Washington DC,   my tiny little rants seem hardly significant.    But there.    I’ve already titled this trio of postings . . .

My second “tiny” rant began with a determination to honor our war dead by watching some of the great war movies.   I chose to start with the Vietnam War.   I started with an intent to be patriotic and more informed.   After all, I lived through the Vietnam era, which means I really didn’t know what the war was all about.

My friends who came back from the war wouldn’t talk about it.  They would NOT talk about their experiences in southeast Asia.

Unfortunately,  the communist funded protest movements took  over the Vietnam war narrative.     And these people wouldn’t talk to the soldiers who came home.

Vietnam War Protests. Andy Blunden,


I can only cringe at all their unAmerican rhetoric.     The story of the war – not fair,  just one-sided.    The accepted catechism of the war –  not comprehensive,   just an exercise in anti-American propaganda —  such that one of our presidents and his wife and daughter were all heard saying, with great disdain,  “We  l o a t h e the military.”

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It was then, after hearing those words spoken, that I decided to divorce myself from any Leftist pseudo-idealism and ideologues.    They are not in America for America, for  the good of American people, and for American values.

mem hot dogs   What American values?    Values that flow out from the Judea-Christian moral tradition.  Hot dogs, Mom, and apple pie.   Something like that.   The freedom to enjoy hot dogs, Mom, and apple pie.   Freedom of assembly ( assembly at picnics, outdoors, together with friends, out  in the open);     our families and their safety;    the pursuit of happiness — and the proud and free expression of whatever has lasting value. . .  and . . .

. . .  without being told you are a sexist, a racist,  a xenophobe,  a triumphalist, a patriot, a nationalist, a white supremacist . . .  whatever “dirty word” the Left comes up with and spreads throughout our entertainment-news media.

Like our past heroes who are not heroes in the minds of the Leftists.

Which brings me to my tiny rant.  

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I sat down to watch my first Vietnam era movie.

I know it was well made.   I know it dealt with a very serious and real issue.   (War does psychological damage and makes the unstable go crazy.    Mental casualties of every war.)

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I’d seen the movie long, long ago,  but this time, in my own family room with Closed Captioning I saw and heard every word.   I wasn’t “young, innocent, and open” anymore,  open to any thoughts that were confidently and strongly expressed.

Some strong,  prevailing thoughts are just wrong and injurious to our society.

Unless you are trying to tear down the moral fabric of our society.  And unless you are trying to devaluate the values which built our country up — because no great nation rises on   selfish and inferior values and no great nation lasts when selfish and inferior values are prominent among the citizens.

You cannot have hot dogs, Mom, and apple pie without practicing honesty, fairness, loyalty, equaility before the Law, hard work, piety,  self-reliance,  “rugged individualism,” and so on.

That’s where we all have a part to play.   Each individual, “tiny,”  unknown citizen of our country builds up American values or tears them down by neglect or attrition.

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When I read every word and  the lyrics of every accompanying song in these movies,  and with the perspective of decades in which I could witness “which way is all this going,” —  as an audience I was insulted, assaulted with obscenities, porn, degrading moral activities, insolence, disrespect, a resort to torture and violence not necessary for the war effort, and an overall sense that there is no sense to war.


The Greatest Generation fought for nothing?    The Communists would be wonderful, kindly leaders when they overran southeast Asia?   The rise of enemy hegemony over the world would be good for our freedoms here in America?

Not every  is so bad.  But so many are.  So many that we took for granted and applauded.   Without realizing that we were participating in a whole new re-writing of our history and a realigning the world to spurious values.

The Silent Majority seemed to be powerless against this anti-American assault.

These Leftists  are our children’s  “teachers”  today.

We could almost say we have a duty to protect the younger generation from those teachers – and teach  the good things America stands for  and the good things America has done,  correcting, self-correcting our faults down through generations, providing opportunity for more and more people.



Posted May 26, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Americans Captive, Election 2012, Freedom, War Against America, Warfare

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Sarek  Well, I hope I don’t sound whiny to you if I have a little rant again.

I  like to think of Sarek’s words:  “The cause is sufficient.”

(He was a wise diplomat, ready to hear and understand, and to respond with prudent and self-disciplined  restraint.  He was, of course, Mr. Spock’s father.)


This is not Memorial Day.   This is Memorial Day Weekend,  which I hope doesn’t squeeze from our memories what Memorial Day is all about.    These guys have not forgotten:

RT coming

They are Rolling Thunder.   Several decades ago about 3,000 bikers rode to Washington DC on a Memorial Day Weekend to remind the country of their fellow soldiers who never made it home again.   They are Missing in Action.

It grew to a nationwide salute of several hundred thousand bikers – a salute to the estimated 82,000  soldiers  still  Missing in Action.

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I cannot imagine what it would be like to have left a comrade behind, not knowing his fate, not knowing if he is dead — or if he is still undergoing torture behind enemy lines.  Most of those captured soldiers did not make it out of those prison camps alive.  A very few were found alive – sort  of – many, many years later in an Asian country we are no longer at war with.

So there’s hope.   Maybe not good reason for hope, now,  after all these years,  but hope —   what if . . .

Rolling Thunder reminds us each year that we honor our war dead on Memorial Day.   Not all veterans,  but those young men  who gave their lives fighting our country’s battles.  Those are the KIA – Killed in Action.   They deserve a day of honor and thanksgiving.

And then the MIA – Missing in Action.   The probablies.    Neither dead nor alive in our minds,  but neither are they here, back home with us.   They deserve to be remembered too.

Except that . . .   this is the last planned Rolling Thunder.   2019 will bring the last Rolling Thunder campaign in honor of the MIAs.


RT final ride


And here’s my reason for a little rant:    The bikers normally have always had permission to park at one of the Pentagon’s parking lots, after paying a little fee.

The Pentagon.   Military,  right?

Under the previous administration,   the hostile  Barack-Hussein-person’s administration,   the “Pentagon”  turned hostile to this patriotic memorial.     The fees have been raised so high that it is impossible to continue; and the open opposition and obstruction of Pentagon appointees have made the Rolling Thunder event unable to continue.

2019.     The Final Ride.


It shouldn’t be.


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Sons, brothers,  husbands,  fathers.


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RT waiting




Here are two of the  past posts in The Spruce Tunnel about Rolling Thunder:

Rolling on For Freedom

Rolling Thunder




Posted May 26, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Uncategorized


It occurred to me that although I posted many  photos of our new church building in the last post, I didn’t really show you what the whole building looks like from the outside . . .   nor why we are so happy to be moving (Deo volente again).

So here:


Looks to  like a “real” church!

And this is why:   here’s where we worship currently:

Ch crypt sign

Yes,  you read that correctly:  “Crypt.”    We have to go down into the “crypt”  for our Mass.     We are the group equivalent of persona non grata.   The new version of the church is uneasy around the Mass that always used to be;  they changed abruptly,  we didn’t.

So we are consigned to the crypt . .   an actual crypt.   Down here:

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However, we did make it look nice:

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During Lent   (purple)   our priest:

priest during lent

The crypt works just fine for us.


But we’re going to be very happy with a “real” church building.


Posted May 23, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Humor

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Well,  it concerns everyone, really,  but this posting is also for one certain  person for whom I promised some photos.

Now, the photos concern a purchase our small congregation is making.  We’ve bought a church building!      But here is a way that this posting concerns everyone:

Purchasing a church building is made possible in America by the First Amendment, where we are guaranteed the free expression and exercise of our religion.      You are.  I am.   We are.  No one can make us stop believing and acting according to our religious beliefs — or choosing  to not have religious beliefs at all.  That’s okay in America too, although it ultimately doesn’t lead to happiness.

What was that survey that the New York Times just published?    That more than 70% of the happiest women in America are married with religion important to their marriage.  And you’re free to be happy that way in America.


So,  here’s where we start:

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The parking lot.  Probably adequate,  but all grass.  How does that work for snowplowing during our “six months” of snow here in the Far North?


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We heard there was a worrisome house next door, a group home of some sort,  but there is actually a barrier of trees growing tightly together.   I think this marks off our territory clearly enough  —

ch 3 barrier


Here, my friend,  is our entry!     Not bad looking.  Note the beautiful limestone.  It looks nice.  Perhaps some day it could be sandblasted  . .  .

ch 4 entry limestone

Walk through the doors and up the stairs –

ch 5 entering

Inside.  Looks just like a church!   It’s estimated that it can seat about 100 people at this point.

ch 6 inside

Looking up,  the ceiling was quite nice.   I know there are plans to make it look more like a “cathedral”  ceiling with beautiful wooden beams,  but there is nothing wrong with this for now, in my opinion.

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Turning around, looking up at the back are really ugly plastic panels placed across the choir loft.  People wondered why you would “wall off” the choir loft if you wanted to hear the  “schola cantorum”?

ch 8 looking into loft

Rather small cloakroom, although most of us leave our coats on during Mass.

ch 9 small coatroom

The elevator door is close by,  but it is “out of order,” as we were told.


Here you can see the window looking into the cry room.

ch 10 cry room window

Needs work:

ch 11 cry room inside


I have video of all of this for you, including  me walking down the stairs into the basement,  where there is a very nicely equipped kitchen:

ch 12 kitchen appli

And a large eating area/meeting hall/rec room, looking back at the kitchen on the far wall  –

ch 13 eating area

I could upload those videos here,  but I can’t figure out how to blur out the faces of all the people that were there (for their privacy).    I’ll try to send them to you directly,  but, if not,  you can see them on my phone on Sunday.

This is going to be a HUGE  project for us for a long time,  but the vote to go forward was unanimous, I think,  and all the young families are so enthusiastic about it.

After all:   Have Church, Will Grow!   ( If God so wills and if we stay humbly within His will.)      Deo volente.  

In this small area of our America we are about 70 families.   We would like to be more. We are called St Gregory the Great —  and we worship just exactly as he did.    He is a man who cleaned up and reformed the Church;   taught and strengthened the faithful,  especially applying the words of the Four Gospels to all;  he sent successful missionaries into England;  took care of persecuted Jews;  and shepherded the Church through severe plagues,  military attacks, economic chaos, drought, famine,  and general panic and discouragement among the Christians.

We look to him for inspiration and example.



On a humorous note,  because we know far less than the people of St. Gregory’s day did;   we have less ability to think clearly,  we don’t know formal logic (which would save us from many a damaging error),   and we can’t  analyze and assess all the information that comes our way.    Because of all this,   I have come across several Websites which say:  “However, it is doubtful that Gregory the Great was responsible for the Gregorian calendar.”)

I should say so!     These Websites are off by 1,000 years!!     That was done under Pope Gregory XIII  in the1580’s who employed scientists, astronomers, and mathematicians to make a more accurate calendar that was in sync with the heavenly bodies  — and not done by Pope Gregory the Great after the 580’s! 

(Be careful what you read.    We are arguably the least educated population that the world has ever seen.)





Posted May 22, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Family, Love, Month of May


Apologize for absence.    Health issues . .  I think I’ll be okay now.    And during it all,   a new refrigerator was delivered . . .   had to move out of one and into the other.  Able to do that now – and to blog again.



I write here about “Son” sometimes.   It was his birthday today . . .

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He liked the gifts I gave him.    We had a wonderful day, enjoying things we like to do together.   Menu:   Lake Trout and lobster.   And a  birthday cake called “Death By Chocolate.”

They say Love is wanting  the best for the other person.  Wanting his best.    Doing whatever is best for him.    Doing the things he likes   —  because the things a person likes reflects the way God has made him, and so his interests help him become the person God wants him to be..

Son seems to be well on his way to doing that.

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I think I’ll keep him!!




Posted May 9, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christendom, Culture, Martyrs, Warfare

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(Something more serious this time):

In all my years of studying history, from university onwards,  I don’t think I’ve ever come across a country in the world which did not have enemies.   Some of their own making,  some unasked for.

Always there will be “enemies.”   Of Nations,  countries,  tribes, clans,  ethnic groups:  Jesus said as things heat up towards the end of this age,  “Nation will rise against nation, kingdom against kingdoms.”      . . .   meaning   more so than usual,   increased enmity between nations will characterize that last age.


But there was always something I puzzled about when the Bible talks about the End.    As the end of this age approaches there will be increased numbers of Christian martyrs,  we’ve all heard that, but the Bible shows that many who will become martyrs during this time will become martyrs by being beheaded.    Beheaded?      As though the Roman soldiers were going to come back from the past.

However,  I wonder if you’ve heard the news in the past two or three weeks. . . .

Like about this young sixteen-year old teenager – healthy, strong,  religious.   I would like you to know about him.

16 yr old shiite beheaded

He was watching a peaceful anti-government protest meeting and decided to text some friends about it.

This is that government:


This is the government that was being petitioned and protested.    That young man was arrested for  “te^^”  ro – ris -^  m   because of his texts, imprisoned for a few years, tortured, sentenced to  death — by beheading.

Which was carried out a few weeks ago.

And then there was a 17 year old who took part in a peaceful demonstration;  the kind of demonstration where you love your country, you want to make it better,  and you want to point out some things that should be improved.

He didn’t last long….


But of course there was vicious, violent,  unspeakable tortures he had to endure, including threats to his mom and dad’s lives unless he confessed to . . .   whatever.

I think I just want to state the names of these two young men, remembering that 35 others also died a few weeks ago in that mass beheading.

Abdulkareem al-Hawaj

Mujtaba al-Sweikat



How could a culture give rise in modern times to such actions?    Well, it’s in their Book for one thing.  They study it.

Not just “over there,”  but here — under the Red, White, and Blue.  In this country there are many schools which teach children the ways of this culture.    Here is a video from a school program in one of those schools.   It’s a “musical.    Middle Eastern music.

CHOP children

And then the girls had a turn at the mic:

CHOP OFF chldren

The subtitles of the entire song were words of violence, hatred, and killing.   The “shame” these children are being told to feel will one day be gone because of their actions.

During the 1930’s when Hitler was on the rise and Western leaders were noticing,   some literary figures in England were brought together for comment. It was 1938 and it was expected that they would all say something about the extreme threat  they were facing from Germany.

Hilaire Belloc was among them.    He gave them all a surprise:

The celebrated historian and British parliamentarian Hilaire Belloc was convinced in his day that Europe and America had forgotten about Islam to their own peril, and were unaware that the Muslim religion could rise again and would pose perhaps the greatest threat of any enemy of the western world.

“It has always seemed to me possible, and even probable,” Belloc wrote in 1938, “that there would be a resurrection of Islam and that our sons or our grandsons would see the renewal of that tremendous struggle between the Christian culture and what has been for more than a thousand years its greatest opponent.”

“…had forgotten about Islam to their own peril…”

“…for more than a thousand years its greatest opponent (enemy)….”

What is the “Cradle of Christianity”?   What is the Birthplace of Christianity?     The Middle East.  Palestine in Roman times, Israel today.    And why is it that observers are predicting that within a decade, there will be no more Christians in the Middle East?

Where else did Christianity take strong hold and flourish and produce many notable saints and scholars?    Northern Africa.       Any Christians there today? 

Belloc further argued  that “there was no reason that Islam would not return to its former power and once again threaten the peace and well-being of Judeo-Christian civilization.”   

No reason at all that they couldn’t.  Or wouldn’t.

Or shouldn’t,  given that they too can rise in material strength as we have — but they are already far ahead of us in another item:

While Islamic culture “happens to have fallen back in material applications,” Belloc wrote in a damning indictment of European Christianity, “there is no reason whatever why it should not learn its new lesson and become our equal in all those temporal things which now alone give us our superiority over it—whereas in Faith we have fallen inferior to it.

Belloc indicts Christianity for its inferior Faith.     Material superiority makes the West superior in material things, but other nations can catch up and surpass the West.

Praying Alone 200cr   And that is because it’s not material things that make a nation strong,  but faith, piety, reverence, and the practice of religion.       The Greeks knew this.  The Romans knew this.  Right through the Middle Ages and the founding of Christendom people knew this.

As in the title of this post,  it’s where we’re “falling behind.”

Speaking of End Times, it is madness to crawl in bed with enemies who want us gone from the face of the earth.       On the other hand,  this “madness” has a new logo:

Islam-Cath LOGO 2

If you take the green and orange crossed swords as a distorted image of the Cross,  then you might wonder:  “Who encircled whom?”      “Who swallowed whom?”



War is not always won with swords.



To be totally safely politically correct, add the word “radical”  before each of the “I” words!



Posted May 9, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Uncategorized


Hi.  I’m pretty sure I’m on # 23  in my What’s It series.    These are photos of genuinely unexplained things . . .  and they’re just for fun.    Some day — I promise — to figure out how to get them  all on a Page, so they’ll be easier to find all together rather than using the Search box.


I just thought I’d run out of little mysteries.   But here’s another:

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Whoever found these on his kitchen floor and took a video of them calls them “aliens.”

I don’t know.    They’re tiny.   You can see he’s holding them in the palm of his hand.  And there were a couple dozen of them.   They were moving and squirming in the video.  They do have rat tails or maybe mice tails, but the bodies didn’t move like mice (or baby rats),  but they have no ears.

They’re deformed . . .  somethings.   Not all of them had faces.

Just a couple dozen tiny unformed living things that found there way onto the middle of  someone’s kitchen floor.


Posted May 6, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Science Fun



Not “Heaven.”      “Heavens” with an S.      Lots going on in the heavens.


Isn’t this beautiful!?

Aurora spiral aurora iceland

It was photographed recently over Iceland.  Maybe you saw it a couple weeks ago in the news.    It’s  the aurora,  but with a shape called a Spiral Aurora.    What a sight that must have been to see right over your head . . .  if you were in Iceland.

Activity on the sun’s surface is responsible for our beautiful auroras.


Also a beautiful photograph, especially if you realize that this is not a static surface, but one that is crackling with movement,  writhing,  bubbling, bursting forth with little explosions.    Once that arc breaks,  gazillions of tons of highly charged particles will be released into space, and if they  hit earth — well,  that could be that big  EMP we’ve been hearing about lately.   (Our earth would be about the size of the smaller dot within that ring….)


One of the most surprising and exciting piece of space news that was published last week is that one of the big telescopes (not the Hubble)  focused on a small circle of the sky, about the size of a full moon.   That portion of the  sky didn’t contain many visible stars.

So . . . make a little circle with your thumb and forefinger about the diameter of an inch.   Hold it up to the sky at arm’s length, and look through it.    The scientists looked at an area like that  with that big telescope.


They expected to see more stars with the telescope and some more galaxies.  What they found were hundreds and hundreds of galaxies!     So many unexpected galaxies in that one small circle of the night sky.

(This isn’t the LOFAR which in February discovered 300,000 more new galaxies  we didn’t know existed.  That telescope —  the Low Frequency Array —   didn’t confine itself to the diameter of the moon.)

The number of galaxies cannot be fully known,  but however many there are —  the number is incomprehensible!


Closer to the surface of the earth, if you were in Switzerland, at least,  you would occasionally see some very strange cloud formations.     The CERN complex is below on the earth’s surface:

At Sunset –

CERN sunset



CERN dotted cloud


Nighttime clouds.

CERN clouds above

That lighted complex on the ground below is  CERN.      Looks like that Large Hadron Collider is doing something to the atmosphere above it.

Several years ago I was driving home one night, through my nearby little city,  through its suburbs, and out to the “outskirts” where I live.    I was enjoying the bright and colorful city lights on all the signs.  So many different colors.

full over city

Suddenly I saw a new light in the sky.  It wasn’t as garish,  wasn’t as sparkling and colorful,  just a bright, luminous,  steady golden glow — and that’s all I wanted to focus on,  it was so beautiful.  For some reason it was emotionally touching.   The full moon had a far bigger attraction to my eyes than all those glittering commercial lights!

Why is that?

I sleep where I can see out the window, into the night sky.   All those stars up there probably contribute to my industrial-strength nightly insomnia!

A “point of light”   So compelling!

I wish for all of you soon a glimpse up into the heavens in the middle of the night, wherever you can find a very dark sky.

You could fall right into the stars!




Posted May 2, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Illusions, Social Engineering, Socialism, Transforming America, Uncategorized


May Day has a terrible connotation too, when it is wrenched out of the hands of common, everyday people and orchestrated by powerful political forces who take power “in the name of the common people.”

Convoluted, yes?


Since the 1920’s  Socialism had begun to be inserted into our education system in America.   (John Dewey:  “education for-living”;  education for social engineering; “education” that no longer educates….)


Here is this year’s triumph of Socialism over Education.    (United States, 2019)

Makes me ashamed that I was ever a public school teacher.  Decades ago I saw it, so did other teachers, but we were powerless.

Now three generations of children have been raised unabashedly Socialist.

The “end” point of Socialism is State Control of . . .  everything,  whether it is called democratic socialism,  parliamentary socialism,  communism, or fascism.   The State controls and regulates everything,  giving you permissions —  if . . . .  if you comply.

And if not?

socialist DEATH TOLL


The toll is greater now,  because  (1)  as we look back in history, we can  see these numbers are generally underestimated, and (2)  Socialism has continued to advance elsewhere.   Anyone counting the number of dead in Venezuela?

Socialism is always the imposition of the will of a powerful State onto that State’s own citizens.    Probably safer (in the minds of some people)  to become a Socialist and get in on the action.  However,  Socialism has NEVER worked, everywhere it’s been tried.

It should be such a good idea:   Give the government everything,  the government will give you good things:

Socialism's FREE electricity for free

Why wouldn’t under-educated young people fall for it?


The fall of societies may be slow and prolonged or it may be rapid,  but societies do fail under Socialism.   Socialist systems are illogical and unrealistic – that is,  not related to the real world.  

And as they fail,  more and more rules and regulations, laws and restrictions have to be put into place.  they may harm the nation, but at least they tamp down the opposing voices and keep the people under control.

So what’s the connection to May Day?   Why May 1st for the Global Socialists?

When formal socialism was being created in the 19th century,   the leaders relied upon the support of  “workers.”      Working conditions in city factories and industry were inhumane, and this is where the socialists hoped to get their support.

A movement went out to limit the number of hours worked to 8 hours each day.  I think that’s a good thing.  “Workers” in the Middle Ages often worked less than that, and their Guilds took care of them, from training, to assuring just recompense, to material support in times of trouble.   (The guild system broke down after the Protestant movement began.)

Modern type trade organizations and unions announced that May 1, 1886 would be the Day that  “eight hours shall constitute a legal day’s labor.”

Opposition,  riots,  bombings accompanied that proclamation, and socialists from Europe got on the bandwagon and used the deaths and injuries of the riots as their own launching pads for “workers’ reform”  under Socialist control.

It’s complex.    Good goals, terrible means.

May Day is now their day to celebrate “Workers”  around the world.    “Workers of the World,  Unite!!!”

But remember,  “Workers”   are not people;  they are human  resources . . .  factored into the bottom line of politics and corporate management, and must be “managed” (controlled):.

So these:

mayday china

And also these:

mayday tanks.jpg

Protect these:

mayday workers


There were big May Day celebrations all over the world.    Guns and artillery on display,  flags and soldiers, crowd-enthusiasm.


May Day can remind us of “terrible”  things too.   Let us be on guard about this version of May Day — BECAUSE  . .

Poster Socialism SKULLS


   . . . . .  there are people in our country who would like to give Socialism another try.



Posted May 2, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christendom, Flowers for Mary, Month of May, Mother of God, Seasons changing

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Yesterday was May 1st.   May Day.   (I seem to be running a day behind,  but nevertheless, May Day happened . . . )

Certainly, the origins of  May Day celebrations can be traced back to our pagan and agricultural past.   The signs of Spring is a joyous thing.  It signifies ongoing fertility and it was celebrated with all the pagan “fertility”  actions, if you know what I mean – including also a dance around the Maypole that was generously decorated with flowers, the sure sign of Spring.

Even after Christianity came to Europe, it was proper that we took note of “May Day,” in honor of God’s providential care of us.     Spring again!    New life again!

may girls

We can honestly welcome signs of a new generation of “flora and fauna” – that keeps us fed and keeps the human race going.   It is an act of humility to truly acknowledge our dependence upon Him. *

Flowers also appear in our joyful thanksgiving in our churches called the May Crowning.

may giving

By our faith in Jesus,  we  acknowledge Him as the source of our new and everlasting life — our second birth.     Through him we are “born from above,”  as it says in John, chapter 3.   Young girls, all dressed up in their Sunday best,  bring flowers to some representation of Mary, the Mother of  Jesus.

The month of May is a beautiful time to honor the Incarnation of Christ through His Mother with flowers.    mary crowned


One time here in The Spruce Tunnel I presented the traditional flower of each day in May.    I would like to do that this year . . .   (I doubt my health and stamina — please continue your prayers for me —  but I remember it made the month of May so happy!)

God the Creator:   “In Him we live and move and have our being….”   — and that’s a joyful thing!

DIY:    You, personally,  can take part in the acknowledgment of  “May” and all it brings,  even if your church or your group of friends or your workplace – or whatever –  doesn’t.    Joy and celebrations and meanings come from within you.

I hope May Day doesn’t pass you by.   I wish you all joy!   Or at least a smile!!



  .   *  (The Puritans — and Puritan-minded people — could not “baptize” this pagan holiday into a Christian testimony to the wonders of God through nature;  they could not lay aside in their minds the pagan origins of the ceremonies.  Today’s modern  “wiccans”  and other pagan wannabes,  modern druids, etc., who have recreated what they think was our pagan past,  also use the Maypole as a witness to their beliefs.)

Two pathways that branch off from Christianity:    Puritans and Modern Pagans.


Posted May 2, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christendom, Culture, Current Events, Saints

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I don’t imply, by the title of this post,  that women are less timid than men, or vice versa, but  I do mean to imply that some men and some women are not so timid — and we need more of that, from both sexes. 

Who are you, really;  and what good are you?

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So,   less timidity,  more boldness.     

Faucet     I was awakened about 3 or 4 this morning by a “dripping”  noise, I thought.     I was sleeping in a chair near my kitchen, so I assumed a faucet was dripping.

And then it would stop.    But it would start again.   A dripping-clicking noise.   Faucet?   We have an herb planter with automatic sensors for water and food and light . . .  so, something mechanical going on in there?

No rhyme or rhythm to the intermittent dripping.   An animal chewing on something?   (It was the middle of the night.    Imagination runs wild.)

Eventually, after several perambulations,  I discovered it was Hubbie’s stereo system, an old 5-disc changer/radio/tape player  —   all of which I still use, but it’s always hard to use its system of buttons and commands.   For some reason,  the thing was trying to turn on.  And off.    On and off.    Pause for several minutes,  then on and off again.

Finally pulled the plug.      By now I’m no longer sleepy!    I solved the problem,    but I’m also not the “Woman,  Not So Timid”  in the title.

My last two posts seem to be connected to the word “timid.”    No one wants to be called timid.   For a while the Disciples seemed to be,  during the Crucifixion of Christ.  And yesterday’s post about the pope giving so much money  to the Global Socialist scheme of forcing mass migration of third world countries into developed nations implied a kind of timid silence  about the problem — there is no general public outcry against the pope’s decision.  Timid mutterings,  yes,  but nothing that would lead to a correction.

The last day of April was the Feast Day of St. Catherine of Siena who lived during a time when the head of the Church and most of those around him, cardinals, priests, and bishops,  were in the wrong.   It was a time of great corruption and error in the Church and in society in general.

Most people alive at that time   knew something was wrong,   like my “dripping  faucet”;  they knew something was askew in the Church —  but they had lives to lead.  Busy lives.   Stuff to do.   It wasn’t their concern anyway, whatever went on in the Vatican.

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Catherine was extremely intelligent;  smart and holy.     Outspoken about the corruption going on in her day.    Not well liked by some, of course,  but she was not timid.   She was used by God to give rebuke where rebuke was needed.

And so I’m going to give to you the words  she wrote to the pope in her day:

(This was a time when literate people used words more strongly and intelligently than we do today.   It is more complex thinking than we’re used to,  but though you don’t know the occasion,  at least feel the strong “tone” of her words.)

On behalf of Christ crucified I tell it you: refuse to believe the counsels of the devil, who would hinder your holy and good resolution. Be manly in my sight, and not timorous. Answer God, who calls you to hold and possess the seat of the glorious Shepherd Saint Peter, whose vicar you have been. And raise the standard of the holy Cross; for as we were freed by the Cross–so Paul says–thus raising this standard, which seems to me the refreshment of Christians, we shall be freed — we from our wars and divisions and many sins, the infidel people from their infidelity. In this way you will come and attain the reformation, giving good priests to Holy Church. Fill her heart with the ardent love that she has lost; for she has been so drained of blood by the iniquitous men who have devoured her that she is wholly wan. But comfort you, and come, father, and no longer make to wait the servants of God, who afflict themselves in desire.

And I, poor, miserable woman, can wait no more; living, I seem to die in my pain, seeing God thus reviled.
Saint Catherine of Siena
Letter to Pope Gregory XI



A strong,  fervent, pointed rebuke.

And a very much needed rebuke:    a weakened Church causes moral and doctrinal confusion in society;  i.e.,  “anything goes” ! )   Weakened,  timid lay people allow social ills to spread.

History shows her letter was effective.



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Posted April 30, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Bad Times, Humor, War Against America



“Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.”

Well, it could be just a coincidence.    I like funny coincidences.  I like jokes.


You get that number if you divide the number 500,000  by 75,000.  The answer is:



When King Solomon “went bad”  and let all his power and riches go to his head,  he walked away from God-Most-High and went his own way,  building up a dictatorial kingdom, demanding from his subjects absolute obedience and compliance.

Spies and surveillance,  24/7.

He incorporated many foreigners into his realm.


Many, many crossed his borders

Many were very “foreign:


(MS-13 among the invading forces)

King Solomon  surrounded himself with a huge bureaucracy,  magnificent office buildings,  and great riches.    He was admired by all the known world.   He married and made treaties with all the surrounding powers,  and he “honored” them by accepting their religions into his Kingdom.

P0   “All religions are welcome!”      He was supposed to worship God alone, but instead he allowed other religions to worship in Jerusalem and even set up their altars and held “worship services”  there.   The place where the most false religions were worshiped is still called today Mons Scandali  or Mountain of Abomination  or Mount of Offense.  Various names on the map.

God was not pleased.


All religions in a Catholic Church (“The Sacrilege of Assisi”)

To support his kingship,  King Solomon needed to impose heavy taxes.     It is said in the Bible that he  annually demanded in  taxes 666 talents of gold.   Pure gold.   666.  (III Kings 10:13)

In his later life he becomes a forerunner of the anti-Christ.  A ruler of a one-world government  and the head of a vast economic system which linked everyone to him.

For those of you who know only the Modern Version of the Catholic Church,  there may be no recognition,   no alarm bells.     I’m not a part of the New Version of the Church.


In fact,   I am one of those who is described with terrible words coming ouot of the Vatican, because  I have kept to the original teachings and practices of the Church.     I worship with the same language and meaning as  St. Augustine;  and   St Albert the Great, St Thomas Aquinas, St. Francis of Assisi,   St. Anthony,  St.  Bellarmine,   St. Francis de Sales;  I even worship the same way and believe the same things as someone as recently as St. Therese of Lesieux.    St.  Padre Pio,  St.  Maximilian Kolbe  . . .   GK  Chesterton  (not a saint!)

No changes.   God does not change his teachings.

I cannot predict what will happen to the “Catholic Church”  in the near future.   I know that Pope Paul VI gave his papal crown to the United Nations.  I don’t know what that portends.


The World acclaimed him.  He was pretty popular.



And now today’s pope has also garnered a lot of worldwide praise.

So let’s get back to those “funny” coincidental numbers again:


All the young men of military age who are citizens of other Central American countries who are climbing into the United States much faster than we can stop them — well,  they get stopped temporarily in Mexico. . . .

The current pope has zeroed in on 75,000 of these people who are still in Mexico;   and he has announced that he – in his Vatican – is donating  $500,000  to help them out.

$500,000    divided by  75,000.

Just a funny coincidence.


Posted April 29, 2019 by thesprucetunnel
Categories: Christian Analysis, Christian Love, Holy Days, Love

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This is an Afterthought to Easter Week.  Life goes on, people still exist after an event,  and the Apostles chosen by Jesus still existed after Easter.   What about them?

Eleven Apostles were absent at the Crucifixion.   Ten Apostles were absent at the empty tomb.    They were afraid and timid at the Crucifixion.  They were too disbelieving and timid to run to the empty tomb.

Absent because of their timidity, no matter what caused them to be timid.

Timid, but not rejected.


I chose this image of Tissot’s  famous painting of Jesus exhorting his disciples because it’s rather fuzzy and indistinct,  just like our memories of these men.   We don’t know them too well, even though their work established the Christian church throughout the Middle East, and Turkey, and Europe .

In those days,  a teacher  (a  rabbi)  was not “distant”  and outside of the family or group, appearing only when needed to  “teach.”       A teacher was part of the family  —  intimate,   caring,  loving;  watchful.     The Disciples  (the students)  followed their teacher, lived with their teacher,  followed and imitated their teacher, walked, slept, and ate with Him.

The Great Teacher did not reject the students He loved.

Let’s see those absent Disciples from the view point of Jesus while He was still on the Cross:

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Looking down from the Cross

Bartholomew (Nathaniel)  was not there.   Jesus remembers that Bartholomew “had no guile” – an honest, faithful Israelite.  Nothing more.   But Bartholomew had recognized Jesus as the “King of Israel.”   Honest and clear thinking.

Philip, not there;   Philip had just the night before said “Rabbi,  show us the Father!”   And then as Jesus was answering him,  there was most likely Philip’s long gaze into the eyes of Jesus where he found infinite, patient Love,   flowing through the eyes of Jesus.

Matthew,  the tax collector, who left his lucrative occupation at the first call of Jesus – and then held a banquet in honor of the Rabbi who had shown such love to him.

Thaddeus — Jude Thaddeus  (Judas) —  whose name is so close to the traitor’s name;   John makes sure to notice  this was “not the Iscariot”  but rather a friend of Jesus with faith so strong that he would one day be  known as the patron saint of “things almost despaired of.”     He was timid on this day, but the love of Jesus continued to pour  into him and strengthen him, endowing him with the ability to bring about mighty miracles.   Confident in Jesus’ love right up until his (terrible) martyrdom.

Simon the Zealot.  Not much is said about him, but since he earned the title “the zealot,”  we can imagine he zealously and enthusiastically embraced  first a political movement which promised victory on earth and then after experiencing the Infinite Love of God, he devotes himself to the Gospel which offers Infinite Love to all, forever.

Love in.  Love out.

James, the relative of the Lord, perhaps also growing up with him in Nazareth.    What astonishment he must have felt as he came to realize that this friend and relative not only had something special about Him,  but was actually the long-promised Messiah.  What love he must have witnessed within his family.   What love he saw confirmed as he followed Jesus around.    And what love he lived within during his manhood, as he provided leadership to the church in Jerusalem — until the religious leaders threw him off  a high roof and then clubbed him to death.

James, one of the sons of Zebedee, abruptly left his father’s fishing nets when he heard the involving voice of Jesus calling him.   Returning that love, this James said he was willing to drink the cup that Jesus said He was going to drink.   “I’ll share it with you!”  And Jesus, lovingly, sorrowfully,  replied,  “Yes, you will.”

Peter was not there at the foot of the Cross.    Peter, the alert,  intelligent, strong fisherman,  whose love for Jesus led him to moments of  unrestrained, unthinking enthusiasm,  yet he was taught individually by Jesus and forgiven for all,  even for his confused night of fear when timidity kept him silent as Jesus was being threatened and mocked.  Patience and forgiveness from Jesus were apparent before, during, and after the Crucifixion.

Andrew, the brother of Peter, who wondered if “anything good could come out of Nazareth” and then followed Jesus to his home along the banks of the Jordan and discovered Eternal Love walked among them.  Later Andrew would bring the Greeks, Gentiles,  during that last Passover week.    And yet Andrew could not bring himself to the Calvary.

These flawed, weak, uncomprehending Disciples were deeply loved by Jesus,  never rejected.    “…He loved them to the end…”

In spite of their occasions of timidity,   Jesus Christ still used them.    And He still loved them.    He was still at “their right elbow” through the Spirit which was sent to them as they spread out all over to teach people about Jesus —  and eventually, down through the centuries, to teach us.     They were good examples of faithful Christians because they were like us.

Timid sometimes.   Timid, but not rejected.

If,  for a Christian,   “every Sunday is a little Easter, ”   we can look to the Disciples who were not there at the foot of the Cross.   We can  call down on us the love they discovered and live in this love, obey the Commandment to “love one another.”   It never stops.

We are never rejected.