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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Warm Fire...

John Dunbar says of Ten Bears in Dances with Wolves, "He only smiled and talked of simple pleasures.  He reminded me that at his age, a good fire is better than anything."


  1. A good fire feels mighty good tonight! Such an inviting place for you to sit tonight.

  2. The warm colors of this photo makes me feel warmer even without a fire.

  3. Oh how miss burning my wood stove.
    Would sure feel good at the moment
    since am not feeling the best.
    Thank you for all of your kind comments...