Thursday, April 15, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 15 -- Grandpa and Me; a little bit

Uncles, Grandpa, and Grandma

. From left to right: My Dad, Uncle Lester, Uncle Howard, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Chester in 1940s photo taken at Grandpa's farm. The car was Dad's blue 1938 Ford Tudor Deluxe.

When I was growing up

When I was growing up, who of the family was I like 

Not my father for sure, mean to me and going his own way 

Mom and my grandmothers were the best 

perhaps I should have been like them 

But without desire my grandfather it turned out to be 

He chewed tobacco and dipped his snuff 

Never smoked that I knew 

He would take me for rides that my dad would 

never do, except for one time that I remember  

He talked to me like a kid, most remembered 

to me was his approach to a stop sign one day

He wasn't a poet, but out of the blue one day 

he recited "S T O P, stop take of panties

at a Stop Sign 

That may have been what the kids in his day 

were saying, but I never heard it again in my day

I will always remember his corny joke and sayings

In that I am just like he was 

Grandpa cussed and swore, I did that for a time, 

easy on the swearing as I cringe when I hear

taking the Lord's name in vane, 

today's "O M G" irks me each time I hear. 

Grandpa liked his beer, so did I way before I was 21 

Grandpa drove crazy, drove his tractor up a tree 

I like him, like to joke a little bit, 

telling jokes and quotes that may not be funny

I always said that I was grandpa's favorite 

Another cousin and I were the closest in many ways 

And it took a calm and loving wife to slow me down


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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am participating in the National Poem Writing Month.  So far I have missed yesterday (you can kiss me on a Monday but never on a Sunday--old song) but will write two for one day soon.  See them at Labels: .

 - Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov  2011 ( and

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo (National Poem Writing Month) Day 15 , we were asked to write of a family member's traits and habits that we acquired, father in mind.  You have seen that "father" didn't work for me. 

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Wednesday, April 14, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 14 - They're Back

Our little friends 

Our little friends are back 

They announced their arrival 

to their nest vacant since last fall 

Under the eaves between 

our front porch and the garage 

Mama announced their presence 

Clucking to me 

like she'd laid an egg  

while I was in the drive 

getting the Sunday paper 

Our sixth year living here 

Each year they've come  

To raise a new family 

Another generation

And in the fall they'll leave 

Again to winter in

Mexico where its warmer 

Little love birds have returned 

I'd like to think that these doves are 

the the ones here last year 

Their long flight across the Gulf 

They flew by instinct 

Across the waters to us 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov, 2019, Previously used for Birds, Fish, and their Sharing( )

 - I'm linked with Rommy for the Weekly Scribbles #65, 

 - And also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 14, 

 - I am participating in the National Poem Writing Month.  So far I have missed yesterday (you can kiss me on a Monday but never on a Sunday--old song) but will write two for one day soon.  See them at Labels: .

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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 13 - News, News (fake News)

 Farmer Kid's Chronicle

Cooking and eating with Dr. Jim  

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Feature:  Three Minute Roasting Ears  

Today's meal will be easy, just have the ingredients in your shopping cart next time at the grocery store. 

Now I will tell you how to make that corn, three minutes!!  

.Three minute roasting ears

. Take one ear of corn and break in half or thirds. Place them standing upright on paper towel in the microwave oven Put microwave on High for three minutes.  No more boiling water!! 

That's it. Butter and salt and pepper while still hot. 
Add a minute or two for each additional ear.

This works really good for kids, singles and old folks. .

The menu for the day: 
Roast beef on whole wheat bread with sliced onions and mustard, roasted corn on the cob, low fat cottage cheese, and a mixed drink (orange/pineapple mixed with Diet Sprite, half and half). 

Dr. Jim 'cooked' this 760 calorie lunch in ten minutes. Mrs. Jim had the same.


Corn on the cob -- Number ears you wish to eat (in the produce dept.) 

Roast Beef, sliced -- 4 ounces per sandwich (in the deli dept. or near the hot dogs) 

Low fat cottage cheese -- 8 ounce carton (in the dairy dept.) 

Drink -- Something cold, suit yourself (ice tea, pop, juice, a mixture like mine)

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Until Next Time 

Eat and Drink Healthy 

Dr. Jim 

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2006, All Rights Reserved (2006 Photo, )  (More of the Jim Bunch 'cooking' here, )

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 13,

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Monday, April 12, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 12 - A Late Night Rendezvous


Aircabs* get you there fast 

My ride was uneventful 

until the giant flying goose 

 caught with us.  He 

grabbed our Aircab in his 

beak and tucked it beneath 

 his tail. 

He flew us fast and in a 

furious manner.  Not much 

 traffic on that night.  His 

way was paved by a bribe, 

the guy flying the GooseNeck  

would not be disturbed. 

When we arrived the truck 

 was already there, "candy" 

 and other cargo for us and 

 the Goose driver.  

We took the candy, smokes, 

and something really good for 

me.  It was a 1908 copy of  the 

"New American Encyclopedia of 

Social and Commercial Information." 


The book will open doors 

into a new world where 

I never could go. 

It has an article, 

"The Violin Self-Taught", 

which will give me a new 

skill and a new career. 

Then I will seek out 

the big cities with 

symphony orchestras at which 

I  can use my talents.  

An enjoyable life then will 

be affordable for me. 

And best of all my candy 

and smokes will be handy there.  

Which means no more 

nighttime stealthy rendezvous. 

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - The top photo shows three of the toy truck, cars, and traveling devices that I keep in line to race on my dresser top.  The bottom photo is of a card for purchase at our older Walmart store.

 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 12 for the writing prompt and for registration of my writing there, 

 - * Notes: 

   1)  The prompt was to find an interesting word in the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction from which I used the word, "Aircab", first used in 1934.  That is about the vintage of my yellow and black Toy Taxi.  

   2)  Also I should use one word from , but my cell phone, an older Galaxy 8 did not have enough memory to hold the needed upload.  So, since I have a 1908 copy of  the "New  American Encyclopedia of Social and Commercial Information" I used the article, "The Violin Self-Taughtstarting on page 808.    

   3)  Mrs. Jim has a spare violin, if the arthritis in my hands can let me work it I may give the article a try.  I have taken two semesters of college Class Piano so some things may come back to me.

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Sunday, April 11, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 - Sunday Muse - Flying

    Fly Fly 

When I get big I'm going to fly 
I'll buy myself an airplane to fly 
Then fly myself way up in the sky 

I'll fly myself so far far away 
I'll leave this place and never come back 
Don't cry for me I'll not cry for you 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo prompt above for which I'm linked with Fireblossem and Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse #155, 
 - I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11

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Saturday, April 10, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Ten - What

[ My photo -- Along South Africa  Highway ]

 Rain drops and door knobs 

You can hear the rain drops 

Falling on my tin roof 

I'm looking for something 

But I don't know what it is 

Not to keep the rain away 

Cause I kinda like it that way 

I'm looking for something 

but I don't know what it is 

Got doorknobs on my mind 

Looking through the drawer

Those doorknobs are in my head 

In my head and they won't go away 

Rain on my tin roof 

sweet music in my ear 

But I've got doorknobs in my head 

Doorknobs are turning now 

Turn one to let you in 

But close the door behind you 

We can't let the rain come in 

Its falling on my tin roof 

Noise louder than my washing machine 

Raindrops falling 

Doorknobs turning 

Washing machine 

Tin roof patter 

And you come in 

That's the melody 

Singing in my head 

No meaning to me 

Perhaps you'd better stay 

I'm looking for something 

But I don't know what it is 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Ten, 

 - I'm also linked with Magaly Guerrero for the Writer's Pantry #65 

Friday, April 09, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Nine - The To-Do Bucket List

I'm making my list 

It won't be my last but it is for my last.  My list has oft been revised but here goes afresh.  

My 2021 Bucket List to date (Listed in order of enjoyability and necessity combined and sometimes is  contradictory):


 - plan cruises (Amazon River, Suez Canal, Caribbean, Trans Atlantic or Pacific) 

 - visit relatives in Iowa, Nebraska, Louisiana, Tennessee, possibly Oregon (??) 

 - Noah's Ark in Kentucky and/or Turkey


 - finish healing as possible my broken toe 

 - hearing assistance 

 - new upper teeth bridge 

 - health maintenance appointments 


 - start and complete my CLE 

 - visit and/or join local bar association 


 - start playing golf again 

 - start playing chess again 

 - get my Ford Mustang on the road again 

 - schedule grandkid activities 

Major spending 

 - keep estimates of other items on this list 

 - keep good records of all large item expenditures 


 - update our will

 - help the Misses with get-together plans 

 - try to involve family members in other items 

The Home 

 - possible downstairs A/C component replacements 

 - complete landscaping because of the major February freeze 

 - repaint where needed


 - get the 1998 Ford Mustang GT Convertible  going again 

 - get the 1974 Ford Mustang II Ghia going again or sell it 

 - find replacement for the family car or keep it for a while longer -- it has lasted for 145,000 miles so far 


 - attend lodge meeting or 

 - visit local lodge 

 - volunteer for three more years church duty (or not)

 - find and participate for golf, possibly chess, senior groups 


 - check with the state the if's and how's property in escheat

 - consider and plan for downsizing $$$'s and living arrangements that some seniors do 

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This sounds like plenty "To-do" for old retired folk, one is far past OBE.  I hope you've enjoyed reading my Bucket List.  You may wish to formally make your own.  

Oh yes, over the years my list and things to consider have changed.  Example, I've dropped visiting the South Pole, Antarctica, we were close enough by sailing around the Cape Horn and then up to The Falcon Islands.   Also Ireland and Italy already frown on my age visitors for driving.  And we've been to all 50 states already here at home.

See you all, call me, we might visit you or go along cruising with you.

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 - Writing here Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine 

 - Our writing assignment for today was to write a To-Do "List Poem".   For me that verges on an Oxymoron as for sure my list isn't very poetic sounding.  

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Thursday, April 08, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eight - a Tribute/Self Eulogy/Anthology

Body Outline; Lower Right (click for larger)
[my south of Cape Town, S. Africa Beach photo]


The Day I Died 

That day was mournful for me, and 

Day right after I died 

I had no funeral, no mourners weeping 

Hardly a soul knew I died except perhaps those who 

missed me, the ones who were on the streets a lot,  

as there I strolled.  I was friendly, a friendly chap

As we met there under sun or lights 

I offered my hand to you 

Only Jim, Jim a high school student 

He would shake my hand every time we met, 

that made my day 

But Jim didn't know I died, nobody did

except those who scoop the dead from the streets

Everybody in town almost knew my name

I was, and still am, Charley, Charley Frame  

I have no tombstone nor any marker on my grave

For my life there is nothing left to see

There is just me, and perhaps Jim

Jim who sees in his memory.

We shook hands.

Always did. 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2020, All Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eight (National Poem Writing Month), 

 - There our suggested writing prompt was to write "a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a . . ."  I wrote of a fellow, I cannot remember his name.  This is practically a true story, there may have been a few others who shook his hand that he always offered. 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Seven of the 30, you can see my progress here, .

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Wednesday, April 07, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven - Another Fib(onacci) Poem - Weekly Scribblings

[my 2006 photo, click pictures to enlarge]

My love, my Adi Beagle Dog



My dog

My Adi 

Adi Beagle Dog

Adi was a therapy dog 

Registered tested we were a pet therapy team 

[my 2007 photo, Adi ready for work]

Old folks were her faves, loved Alzheimer's especially 

Visited folk with me couldn't wait 

Didn't flaunt her breed   

Pure Beagle 




Adi is retired from Pet Partners


Dear Jim,

Thank you for notifying us. We will be sure to honor Adi's past contribution to our Pet Partners Therapy Animal Program in our Interactions Magazine, and "Pet Partners, Retired" on our web page.

Warm Regards,
Kelly Schnitzmeier

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 (Poem), 2006, 2007, 2012 (Photos), All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven (National Poem Writing Month 2021), 

 - And also linked with  at Weekly Scribblings  #64, 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Seven of the 30, you can see my progress here, .

 - NaPoWriMo guidelines for today were:  ". . . the Fib is a six-line form, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can  link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too."  [I broke rules slightly, as I went the seventh line with 13 syllables, I still call it a Fib(onacci) poem.]

Fibonacci Number (per google search)

Fibonacci Number
In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers, commonly denoted Fₙ, form a sequence, called the Fibonacci sequence, such that each number is the sum of the two preceding ones, starting from 0 and 1. That is, and for n > 1. The beginning of the sequence is thus: Under some older definitions, the value F₀=0 is omitted, so that the sequence starts with F₁=F₂=1, and the recurrence Fₙ=Fₙ₋₁+Fₙ₋₂ is valid for n > 2. 

My Fib poems of the past,  
My "Adi" poems of the past, 
Adi died in 2012, I miss her sooo very much still. Click here, Link to Adi's Meme .

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Tuesday, April 06, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Six - an Acrostic

[My Photo]

'I sighed, "I wish I could remember what happened."'

 A M N E S I A 

Amnesia is not fun 
Memory like disease 
Never in my book of likes 
Ever since my accident 
Since then I know, not before 
I wish I knew you--my bride 
Amnesia took me from 
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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Six, ,  
 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Six of the 30, you can see my progress here, .

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Monday, April 05, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Five -- Poem - Place

[my photo]

Place Where I Could GoJim Hovendick a.k.a. Jimmiehov

Of all the places I could go  would be France, St. Remy, Provence 
I'd see again haunts of Van Gogh It would be the Olive Gardens within a walk to his sickroom, call it that; sanatorium I’ve been there before, Olive Grove— 
the view below outside his room.
There a hole, once was a nice ear the one that he'd cut off himself off in an instant , then regretsbarking dogs ate it as it was,entered, admitted his own self.Asked them fix his hole and his mind perhaps he'd treat his bod better. 

[my photo of Van Gogh's artwork at Centre d'Art Presence Van Gogh Saint-Remy-de-Provence]

Notes:  1. I used the first letter of each line below from Natalie Shapero's poem (below), Pennsylvania, to write my poem above with the same first letter as per the NaPoWriMo prompt linked below. 2. I took "Poet's Liberty", I doubt the dogs ate his cut off ear, not soon at least.


Natalie Shapero

Other children, when I was a child,would at times invoke the inner light—I misunderstood.I thought it meant God scorcheswithin us, and God, like a torch,can go out. That was so long ago.I’ve since ceased my believing in death—there’s no such thing.There’s only a kind of brownout,the whole of the globe turningoff for a moment, then shudderingback, the same as it was,except one person short.And then before long, an utter newperson is born. Somebody worse.
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 - My Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved  - My Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, All Rights Reserved, - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Five (National Poem Writing Month 2021) for the prompt idea,

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