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Happy New Year 2012

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In a few hours a new year will arrive.  It just seems like a few months ago that I welcomed in 2011.  The years are flying by!  I was warned that the older I got, the fast the years would fly by. I remember when I turned 21 years old.  I was in the Army at the time and I was so anxious to become "legal."  I also remember one of my "older" Army buddies (Herb was his name, he even had an old name) said "Don't push it Ron.  Once you turn 21 the years go by fast."  Herb, the "old man", was 26 years old. Since that day forty-nine years ago, time has flown by.  So much has happened in my life, mostly for the good.  In fact, almost all of it has been good.  A few scary times and even a few times I didn't want to continue but overall, I've had a pretty good life. The picture at the top of this post was taken by me on my iMac this past Monday, December 26th.  I set up a fancy, fancy background that didn't quite come out the festive

Ft. Devens, Massachusetts, 1960

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Ft. Devens, Machussetts was the location of the Army Security Agency Training School. I joined the Army in January of 1960.  After I completed my eight weeks of basic training at Ft. Dix, New Jersey (which was a LOT of fun in the dead of winter), I was assigned to attend the Army Security Agency Training School at Ft. Devens, Massachusetts. After a week's leave at home with my family, I got on a train in Philadelphia, PA and traveled BY MYSELF to Parts Unknown to this young and innocent (and naive) 18year old soldier. My arrival at Ft. Devens was much less traumatic than my arrival at Ft. Dix, which was a relief.  After eight weeks of basic training I thought my permanent name was "You Dumb Fucking Trainee!"   God, if I had a quarter every time I was call that name and invested it in Apple stock I would rival Bill Gates in wealth today.  Well, maybe not THAT much money but I would have a lot more than I have now. It didn't take me too long after my arrival

Where are the Artists in Rehoboth Beach?

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Why don't I see this kind of art in the Rehoboth Beach/Lewes area of Delaware?  Oh sure, there are a lot of "artistes" but can anyone really draw and apply color to make a unique watercolor painting like the one featured above in this post?  I found this 3 foot by 4 foot watercolor painting in the lobby the Wilmington Veterans' Affairs Medical Center emergency room last week during my visit.  Oh sure, there are a lot of "art rooms" down here in Lower Slower, aka Sussex County but where is the true, vibrant art?  I haven't seen it.  Perhaps someone can take me by the hand and lead me to an art gallery that shows such an original interpretation of the beauty that is around us.  What I do see that passes for art looks like the "art" my eighth grade class did back in 1955.  It's Amateur Hour guys and gals, Amateur Hour.

Flashbacks

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Something strange has been happening the past few months.  I've been having flashbacks to my youth.  When I say "youth" I don't mean when I was in my twenties or teens.  I mean YOUTH.   Really young like two, three or four years old. It happens at the strangest times.  When I was returning from a visit to my old hold state of Pennsylvania on Christmas Day; rolling down the straight stretch of Route 1, little Sparks of Memory would flash in my mind of barely remember instances of my pre memory.  Does this make any sense at all?  It does to me.  I think this is a precursor to my knowledge that I am coming to the end of this roadshow called The Life of Ronald Tipton.  Yes folks, this is one clownshow that is making its final run. I don't know if this has to do with my decision not to follow-up on my recent high PSA score which could (or could not) indicate that I have prostate cancer.  I have decided not to go the usual route and get a biopsy taken of my pr

My Favorite Place in the Whole World - My Bedroom

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My bedroom My favorite place in the whole world is my bedroom. My bedroom is my sanctuary.  It is where I get away from the every day pressures, cruelties and travails of the world.  My bedroom is my treasure.  I want for nothing else when I am in my bedroom.  I will die in this bedroom. I sleep alone in my bedroom.  Bill has a different bedroom on a different floor (the basement).  We haven't slept together for the past 46 years.  Yes, that's right, FORTY SIX YEARS. When we first met, we slept in the same bed together, which is different (as you know) than SLEEPING TOGETHER, which is a whole 'nother subject that I won't even delve into on this blog posting. I'm not comfortable sleeping all night in the same bed with another person, be that man or woman.  Perhaps that is because my Mother had me and my two brothers sleeping in the same rickety brass bed until I was 12 years old.  I complained so much about sleeping in the same bed with my brothers that

Anyone Know How to Rip DVD to an iMovie?

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Can anyone tell me the best way to convert my DVD's into iMovie? I have a LOT of old VCR's that I'm converting to DVD's and I would like to put them into an iMovie format.  I've already converted some of the VCR tapes (which were originally old 8mm files) to a DVD format now I want to convert them to iMovie. I've check the Internet but I'm not sure if I even need to download software to convert my DVD's to iMovie.  I'm willing to download and even purchase software if it does a good and easy job. Anyone done this?  I would appreciate any advice you could give.  I would LOVE to make a permanent record of these old films and VCR tapes so when I'm gone they will be available to my relatives. Thanks!

Unknown Photo Discovered After 54 years!

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The collage senior snapshot yearbook page of the Class of 1957 As regular readers of this blog know, I love old photos.  Last week I pulled out a couple of old yearbooks from my high school.  I went to Downingtown High School in Downingtown, Pennsylvania from 1954 to 1959. I was looking through the yearbooks, reliving old memories and looking for photos to scan into my computer when I came across quite a remarkable discovery.  I found a photo of myself that I had never seen before in the DHS 1957 yearbook!  How surprised was I when I saw that smiling photo of myself?!? The photo was contained on one of the collage photo pages of snapshots of the seniors.  Since I was a sophomore at that time, my photo should not have been on that page.  The only thing I can figure is that I had a girl friend at that time who was a senior and she must have had that picture of me and submitted it to the yearbook editorial staff when they asked seniors to submit pictures of the collage page.

A Great Day!

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A toast between friends this Christmas Day Just in from my trip to Pennsylvania this morning.  When I got up this morning and saw the sun streaming through my bedroom windows and knowing that Bill (spouse) is still holed up in his bedroom depressed, I thought today would be an ideal day to take my friend Bill B. up on his offer (I have several "Bill" friends as I do several "Bob" friends) and have Christmas dinner with him and his family at their home in Pennsylvania.  Good decision! "Did you get that picture?" Bill B. was my best friend in high school.  After a thirty-five year intermission, we renewed our friendship at our 35th class reunion  in 1994.  In fact I have renewed my friends with several of my high school friends and my life is richer for it. "I think she got it!" It is a two and a half hour drive for me to get to Pennsylvania.  Normally it is very stressful because I have to contend with long haul trucks, road constru

Merry Christmas To All

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Merry Christmas to on and all on this Christmas Eve.  I hope you are all surround by love and peace and happiness on this special night.

Happy Birthday Mom

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My Mom - The Best Mom in the World (for me) Today would have been my Mom's 88th birthday.  She was born December 24th, 1923.  She died September 16th, 2010. Every year I always sent her a birthday card.  I always gave her separate birthday gifts wrapped in birthday paper.  I NEVER gave her Christmas gifts and said "This is for your birthday too."   She said that happened to her growing up so I always made sure that her birthday was special. Last year was the first birthday that I didn't get her a card or a gift.  It was a difficult time for me because my Mom was my Best Friend also.  Sure, the last few years of her life she changed and was difficult at times but she was always my Mom.  She literally was always THERE for me. My Mom and me (leaning on her as usual) and my two brothers  - 1951 Ever since she died I have felt less than whole.  I was fortunate to have had her as long as I did (68 years.)  She lost her mother when she wasn't quite two