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11 – 11 2017; Veteran’s Day: “NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND” 1969 – 1973 Edition. Click, on anything red, white or blue.

8 Nov

Those, years were 1969 through 1973; at the time, ninth grade was completed at an entirely different School, Webster School in Auburn, Maine and I was now attending Edward Little High School, Auburn Heights, Auburn, Maine.

It became a  banner years for me as I entered the start of my Junior year; and, completed my Sophomore year at Edward Little High School; just keeping up with the curriculum, with not too much going for me and then I was elected to the position of Junior Class President; in my Senior year; I was elected as Senior Class President, President of the Student Senate, winner of the Daughter of the American Revolution “Good Citizen Award”, Delegate to the State of Maine Boy’s State, President of the Young Republicans and President of the Sacred Heart Parish Auburn, Maine; Christian Youth Organization and selected to the Interact Club all this at a prominent academic school.


At the time, the Vietnam War was raging and of the 27 million draft age young men between 1968 and 1973, 40 % were drafted into military service, and only 10 % were actually sent to Vietnam.  This group was made up almost entirely of either work-class or rural youth.  Combat deaths were over 45 thousand by 1973.

There, were a lot of others who were not as fortunate as I;  who’s spirit was left behind in the Jungles of Vietnam (41 thousand); in, a Military Police Action and who were lost; but, are never forgotten; as,  the years go on.


It was not for some years; that, I understood a phase that Mr. Alfred Saviagnano, Principal of Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine had stated to me; “YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU”.

The others were Assistant Principal, Class Adviser Mr. Wallace A. Laehy and Guidance Councilor Mr. Carsley, office staff and councilor / teachers.

You see,  I had been to six (6) schools prior to Edward Little High School and had been late to start first grade due to my birthday being in March.  Then, there was the fact; I had been left behind / back twice (2) once in the first grade; and, another time in the third grade.

The facts were that I was twenty (20) years old; when, I graduated from Edward Little High School and that when I register for the draft at the Lewiston, Maine Post Office at the age of 18 years of age; I, could have been drafted at anytime.

Can you see; that, by allowing me to remain in school at the age of eighteen (18) to twenty (20) years of age and not allowing; my, drafting into the service of the United States Police Action in Vietnam; and, these WWII War Veterans allowing me to graduate from Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine at TWENTY (20) years of age possibly saved my life ?

They, allowed me to be; and, I was the first (1): “no child left behind”.  These MENTORS and TEACHERS were saving my life.

I volunteered; and, left in December of 1973 with Orders from the Department of Defense stating, ” Needs of the Service come First “; with, my sister’s crying and mother showing a stern resolves.

I served honorably as my father did in Korea and World War two and thought of it as an obligation and right of passage as a citizen of this “Great Country”; winning, Military Citations Awards and 5 promotions in three year and was “TOP Soldier” at a joint command of American and British Armies; until discharged in 1979 and now receive a compensation of $1075.00 dollars a month from the Veteran Administration with Medical; which, I am  “grateful for”, at the age of going on 65 year old from a grateful Nation who did not forget me; you, the American Citizen.

GOD BLESS YOU; MY BROTHERS IN ARMS; MENTORS and TEACHERS and YOU THE CITIZEN OF AMERICA.   I hope this humble person; naive in youth, am worthy of your sacrifices.


“OH”, MY LOVE. Click, on “Heartbreak”; with tears in my eye’s.

3 Nov

“Oh” my love;  I had struggled to get my wedding bands on this morning and found that I could not.

“Oh” my love;  it was not do to my failing Love for You.

“Oh, my Love;  it was rather that my hand had become swollen do to life’s ravages of older age and I struggled; so, to place it on my hand.

“Oh” my Love;  should I not come as quickly to your beckoning.  It is not that I do not wish to or my Love for you is not as dashing.

“Oh” my Love;  it is just that my knee’s are not as swift as they once were when we danced to the tones of our fresh Love.   Or, that my hearing is not a sharp as it once was when I could hear our voice across in a crowed room.

“Oh, my Love;  if I should I not recognize you at fist it is not that I do not wish to gaze on your beauty.

“Oh”, my Love;  it is that my sight is not as keen as it was when first time we met.  When, in that spring I viewed you from afar and our eye’s met and sparkled on sight and  for life.

“Oh” my Love;   I Love you as the air I breath and as the food your hands have made me throughout our long and lingering Love for each other.

Side Bar:

Song group; written with Beach House.  “Silver Soul” playing.

” A PRAYER ” ; we ask forgiveness and give thank’s.

18 Oct

At, 65 years young I have had to read a just to an ever changing world and you will to as you age.

As I graduated from Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine in 1973; women’s rights, civil right for minorities; and, alternative right were the rage.

At, the time as I entered the Military having left Norwich University, Northfield, Vermont. We, were being taught to hate the North Vietnamese as we were at war with them.  Not, to except alternative life styles and confused as to most thing that mattered that were being previously indoctrinated into us by the media and the social attitudes of the times.


Sorry, that we  ( I ); could not be born more opened minded to all worldwide tribes (Nationalities), races, sexual orientations and nations.

So, that we ( I ) could know their customs, religions, inner feeling of non same sexual orientated as I (we), medical healing procedures and lives of all.

For, we ( I ) would be less intimidated by them and more; willing, to be accepting of them.


Reasoning:   Any, insufficient knowledge of a subject or peoples; is, cause for apprehension and fear.

Dedicated to:  Trinity Episcopal Church, Bates Street, Lewiston, Maine.


3 Oct

His, only crime was that he had courage and spoke his mind!

When the Laws of these United States are confused we all suffer! These are our laws and your first and finest possession.  It makes you free United States Citizens, in a free country; and then think – think of this country and of the laws that make it what it is.  Think of a world longing for this very Law!  Then maybe you’ll understand why you ought to guard it, and why the Law has got to be the personal concern of every United States Citizen; to uphold it and not circumvent or side step it and safeguard it for our neighbor as well as for ourselves.

Another mistake is for any United States Citizen to look upon the Law’s of this Nation; as just a set of principles, just so much language printed in media forms.   Something we Citizens recite and then leans back and take it for granted that United States Justice is automatically being served and followed through with and done.  The Law’s of these United States of America must be engraved in our hearts and practiced every minute of the day, week, month and year for eternity, to its letter and religious spirit.

The Law’s of the United States of America cannot even exist unless we are willing to go down into the mire, dirt and blood an fight a battle for it each and every day of our life to preserve it; for our future lineage, neighbor’s and self.



THERE LOVE WAS LIKE A ROARING FIRE! Click, on anything red eyed with tears.

15 Sep

Let, us sit in each other arms; among a forest with lake, by a roaring fire listening to; and, watching the embers float above us as if they were the accumulative years of love gone by.

Let, us listening to the water gently maneuver to touch the darkened shore; as, if our hearts beat were in rhythm with the waves of so many years love gone by.

Let, us count the year’s of our love in the stars above while embraced in the warmth of our love the fire and the summer’s passing night.

Then, let us with volume murmured chatter as if a new among the crackling of the fires heat with love.   Then fall to sleep in peace within each other arms.

And, when we awaken with another day to kindle our love once more in the lake’s crystal cool clear waters. While, awaiting the warmth and love of the new day Sun on kiss.


Forage Market and Restauant, 180 Lisbon Street, Lewiston, Maine thanks for the use of your Wi-Fi.   And, please wipe your tables on a regular schedule.

LEWISTON, MAINE’s BASILICA OF SAINT PETER AND PAUL; bell’s throughout my life. Click, on anything dressed in red.

6 Sep

At birth my first great love will be of you; as, I hear the Basilica’s bell’s tolling over and over in my heart and in my soul each minute-minutes, hour-hour, days with time lost not spent with you.

Even, in times of military service, in a foreign land; I think of you as I hear the Basilica’s bells tolling over and over in my mind; in my heart and in my soul; each minute-minutes, hour-hours, day-days with time lost not spent with you.

You; I, spouse give as an act of love; lovers, desire to satisfy each other even at the expense of one’s self; as I hear the Basilica’s bells tolling over and over in my heart and in my soul; each minute-minutes, hour-hours, days with time lost not spent with you.

With family growing, grown, educated, moving, moved; still my thoughts are of you; as I hear the Basilica’s bells tolling over and over in my heart and in my soul each minute-minutes, hour-hours, days with time lost not spent with you.

The Basilica’s bells are tolling more silently for me now; over and over in my heart and in my soul each minute-minutes, hour-hours, day’s with time lost not spent with you.

And, as the cycle of our life progresses and comes to its end.  I hear the Basilica’s bells tolling but for me; over and over with time never to be spent with you…………again, forever. 


Mr. Soule’s Central School paddling lesson. Click, on anything red.

30 Aug

All I can say for myself is; that, I was a miss understood matriculating student.

If, you have ever been to the Auburn Community Little Theater in Auburn Maine; you come upon a remnant part of the old Edward Little High School and Central School that has been turned into a part structure of of an entire building. That being the community theater.

At one time the building situated on the corner of Academy Street and So. Main Street; Auburn, Maine was a Basement class first floor class, second floor classed brick school structure with a gymnasium with perhaps a 100 seat staged auditorium.

To my reculation it was a Spring day and I was on a recess in a field at Moulton Field Park which abutted the Central School where I was attending in the year of our Lord; 1967.

If you know anything about Moulton Field Park than you may realize that there is a steep embankment that abuts the old Central School; the, renamed old Edward Little High School which occurred after the completion of the newly constructed New Edward Little high School at Auburn Heights; situated at a location atop of Court Street, on Goff Hill in Auburn, Maine.

I do not fully recall that the problem was; but, I had done something that had got me in big trouble with a recess teacher on the playground in Moulton Field Park.

Somehow, I had been called a liar perhaps by a fellow student or a teacher and I hate being called a liar when I was telling the truth. But, who ever had did it incurred my wrath and it had been noted by the Central School Principal a right Honorable Mr. Logan who was at the top of the embankment and was watching from on high as the embankment was about fifty (50) feet above Moulton Field Park.

He, with a loud voice instructed me to come to him at once; so, as I was in a state of high emotions and not realizing that he wanted me to use the same path that I had gotten to the field by.

Not wanting to delay I darted up the fifty (50) foot embankment with a bust of speed that I now looking back at; at, the age of 64 years old I am amazed that I would under take this rough. At one point I doubled stepped or spun out about two-thirds the way up; and, the teacher and Mr. Logan were alarmed; as, as I could hear them utter concern that I might tumble back to the bottom of the embankment and severely hurt myself. But, with the grace of god; I recovered at make the trek to be standing beside the Principal Mr. Logan who I admired as he was an orator of reading for he had read the poem, “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe with such invigoration to the class that I to; to, this day think he was one orator what encouraged me to be the best orator or speaker in front of an audience that I could be.

Well, that which it may be; did not spare me from a trip to the Principal’s Office for a Paddling that I deserved and a lesson of, “Spare the Rod; spoil the Child.”

To Mr.Logan, Mrs woodmen, Mrs. Hempstead, and Mr. Bigelow you are missed; and,1 now much appreciated.