Happy Dance

I found a small scrap of paper in my  dad's wallet after his death, they were words that obviously meant a lot to dad, the paper was old and folded and in a fragile state,  but still very readable.  I know for them to have been written down and carried around for years in his wallet they must have meant something to him. 

So this post is dedicated to my dad whom I loved very much.

Ideas are not the responsibility of the people who believe in them...


Herein is the evil of ignorance,  that he who is neither good nor wise is nevertheless
Satisfied with himself; he has no desire for that of which he feels no want...


Most of us have no real loves,
No real hatreds,
Blessed is love,  less blessed is hatred, but thrice accursed is that indifference which
Is neither one nor the other.

For Valour

This is a token of appreciation and affectionate regard to my wife, Patricia Elizabeth Piper.                                                Mother of my children.
For her unflinching courage, unselfish service, loyalty, and devotion.

Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing.

[Proverbs 18 v 22]