
Does this image prompt me to write a story or a poem about dinosaurs?

Does this image prompt me to write a story or a poem about dinosaurs?
I think I will try to participate. Not that I’m short of ideas for my blog but…….
Afternoon Everyone,
Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!
Creeping out of the trees
what do you see,
a Dinosaur I hear you say
Well, how can that be?
I can’t wait to read your entries with this one, I think it could prove a challenge!

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red metal dinosaur in amongst the trees, beside a clearing.
The regulars already know this bit, but for those that don’t:
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Tomorrow is my eldest son’s birthday – April 16. He was born ages ago – 52 years. The years pass quickly. His birthplace was in Mt Carmel Hospital, Churchtown, Dublin Ireland. Happy day.

James at an early age

John Priest has been chosen for Immigrant Story Number 5. In choosing this ancestor I really went down a rabbit hole. I started pursuing the wrong John Priest – as follows.
There has been some confusion over an early settler named John Priest. For one, a John Priest who was born around 1650 but it is not certain who his parents were.
There was an immigrant named James Priest who emigrated from England in 1637. He married Elizabeth _________. They had at least 7 children but none named John. James recorded his will in 1676.
Another speculation is that his father was John Priest who lived in Charlestown, married Sarah, had at least 7 children, and sold land on the Reading border in 1680.
The first definite thing we know about John Priest is that he was impressed into military service from Woburn during King Phillip’s War, and probably took part in the Great Swamp Fight in December 1675. He married Rachel Garfield of Watertown in 1678. They had 3 children born in Woburn and then the family moved to Lancaster in 1688.
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Now I am going to write about the John Priest Sr in my family tree – My Immigrant No. 5
John Priest Sr. Immigrant No. 5 in my family tree was born in England in 1615. He was my 9th Great Grandfather. He married Sarah Allerton “The Niece” in 1640.. Sarah Allerton was born in 1619. Her parents were Isaac Allerton and Fear Brewster – the Allerton family came to America on the Mayflower in 1620.

….to be continued
I was very sad to learn of the passing of one of my favorite authors, Larry McMurtry. There was a review this author in this week’s issue of The Economist magazine. My husband is txeonewho reads this magazine and he called my attention to the obituary. Not only was I sad to learn of Larry McMurtry’s death, but I was disappointed and annoyed with the obituary itself. I think the obituary did not do justice to Larry McMurtry at all. I will mourn him in my own way. I have read most of his books, if not all, and enjoyed them so much. He was a wonderful author. And he was a book collector and bookseller as well – a man after my own heart. And we were the same age – 84.


I am spinning my wheels trying to find a certain photo – and so far I have randomly found the following..



Trees have souls. Don’t cut them down indiscriminately
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” is a philosophical thought experiment that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality.
I live in the rain forest of Western North Carolina and I can assure you that when a tree falls and I’m around to hear it, it definitely makes a sound. It also makes a statement. With every crash of a falling tree, our environment gets just a little poorer.
We have lived in our current location for about 9 years. In that time, just in our neighborhood, I have seen over a hundred trees taken down. These were removed not because of imminent danger of falling onto houses, etc. but rather their removal was hastened by the irrational fear of newly arrived residents from other states who don’t understand the importance of trees. Trees are…
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Stephen Goodyear is one of my 9th GGFs (Great Grandfathers). In my family tree I have a total number of 512 9th GGFs – 256 paternal and 256 maternal. Picking one at random, Stephen Goodyear, my 9th paternal GGF
Stephen, a merchant, was born in 1598 in London and he died in 1658.in London also. Although he died and was buried in London I am still considering him an immigrant. He first came to New Haven Connecticut and settled there around 1638. He was eventually chosen to be Deputy Governor of the Colony. But because of the nature of his occupation he made numerous trips back and forth between the New World and the Old. Although he is buried in London, there is a plaque honoring him in the Central Burying Ground in Hamden.Ct.
Stephen Goodyear was a merchant, mariner, and West Indies trader He first came to New Haven in 1638, or thereabouts. In 1643 he was chosen to be Deputy Governor of the Colony of New Haven and served from 1643 to 1658. He owned the vessel SAINT JOHN, which was licensed to carry 250 passengers from England to the Americas. He was listed as a passenger on one of these voyages around 1638.
Stephen Goodyear was part of the company called “The Ship Fellowship” of New Haven
Stephen Goodyear established the first iron works in Connecticut in 1655, in East Haven. They operated for 25 years. Stephen also had a part share in a fur trading post.
By 1643 Stephen had a large estate totaling close to 900 acres. His farm was located north of New Haven in the neighborhood of Pine Rock. In 1651 he sold Shelter Island, which he had owned for 10 years, for 1600 pounds worth of goods from the West Indies.
April 7, 1912 – birth of my mother in Minneapolis Minnesota. She lived a full life, passing in the year 2000 at age 88.
She lived in Minneapolis Minnesota, Omaha Nebraska, Winchester Massachusetts, Belmont Massachusetts, Kathmandu Nepal, and Maui Hawaii.
She was a college graduate, graduating from Connecticut College for Women in 1932, a Physics Major. She earned a Masters Degree later in life. A Master’s Degree in Library Science from Simmons College in Boston in 1962. It was a proud moment for me to see her walk across the stage to receive her degree.
She served in the U.S. Peace Corps 1964-66. She was in one of the first Peace Corps groups to go to Nepal. The training program for her group was held at the University of Oregon in Eugene. At that time I was studying at UC Berkeley and I was able to visit her in Eugene and meet the other trainees. And the following year I was able to visit her in Kathmandu. Adventure for her – adventure for me.
Following the Peace Corps years she went to Maui to work on a book mobile in Wailuku. She had a house built there and remained for the rest of her life. Sunshine, golf, bridge, and service to her community. A life well lived.

Jackdaws and other Crows
Dohlen und andere Krähenvögel
Spooky it was when we sat in our living room reading quietly. We heard a noise in our chimney that made Siri 🙂 and 🙂 Selma shudder. Oh dear, it came again. We wanted to light a fire but our dear Bookfayries tried to prevent our Master from opening the door of our fireplace. Who knows what will come out there?
Nevertheless, our brave Master started the fire but it wouldn’t really burn happily. Instead our sitting room filled with smoke. The chimney had lost its draft.
Es war etwas unheimlich. Wir saßen ruhig lesend im Wohnzimmer, als wir ein Geräusch im Kamin hörten, das Siri 🙂 und 🙂 Selma erschaudern ließ. Da kam es schon wieder, dieses Geräusch. Eigentlich wollten wir ein Feuer machen, aber unsere beiden Buchfeen wollten Masterchen davon abhalten, die Tür des Kaminofen zu öffnen. Wer weiß, was…
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