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Growing Old Together   Leave a comment

Growing Old Together — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete,
until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

― Plato

 

Col. Jerry Noel Hoblit, RIP   2 comments

Jerry, George and Kenne Toasting the Good Life During a Wonderful Hike Visiting a Series of Scenic Lakes
Nestled in a Gorgeous Valley Surrounded by 13,000-ft Peaks in the
High Sierras. (August 6, 2006) — Image by joy
 

I first met Jerry in the late 1990s when he became a member of our book club, The Society of The 5th Cave — A Reading Club for the Non-Discriminating Bourgeoisie. His first selection was The Future and it Enemies by Virgibia Postrel. “Postrel’s book stands out as one of the best popular defenses of the ideal of a free society precisely because she covers the skeletal principles of liberty with the flesh and blood of history, everyday real life, and examples of things around us that we take for granted. It is one of those rare instances of a well-balanced blending of theory and practice that may yet make free men and free markets a reality in the next century.”

In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: “How you been?”
He grins and looks at me.
“I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees.”

— Wendell Berry
 

3/11/22, 9:58 AM Col. Hoblit Obituary (1936 – 2022) – Conroe, TX – The Courier of Montgomery County

Col. Jerry Noel Hoblit, the greatest ghter pilot of all time, flew west on January 31, 2022, at age 85 in Conroe, TX. Pilots around the world were heard to say YGBSM. Some knew him as Hognose, but his call sign was Dragon. While no SAM could catch him, Dementia and Parkinson’s finally did. Aside from being a world-class fighter pilot, Jerry was a loving husband and father, doting grandfather, and generous friend.

Jerry Hoblit graduated from the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, Class of 1958. During the Vietnam War, where he served three separate tours, he was awarded three Distinguished Flying Crosses and three Silver Stars, among others. Decades later Colonel Tom Wilson (USAF, Retired), who had been Hoblit’s “backseater” learned that Jerry had one less Silver Star and had been recommended for the Air Force Cross but never received it. Three and a half decades after his service in Vietnam, the Air Force awarded Col. Hoblit with its highest honor, The Air Force Cross. Jerry retired as a U.S. Air Force Colonel on June 30, 1982.

While his military career was marked with incredible success, he counted his marriage to Rosalie Ward as his greatest and most happy achievement. The couple was married on May 24, 1963, at Spangdahlem Air Force Base in Germany. Their family grew to include three daughters, Holly Virginia, Heather Elizabeth, and Heidi Noel. Jerry loved his three girls but found being a grandparent to Eric, Ethan, Rhegan, and August to be the most enjoyable.

A Memorial will be held at Metcalf Funeral Home in Conroe, Texas (1801 East White Oak Terrace) at 3 PM on Saturday, March 12. Chocolate Cake (of course!) and light refreshments will be served following.

This summer the family will honor his wishes and spread some of his remains at Lake Rosalie in the High Sierras. Date TBD.

Col. Jerry Noel Hoblit will have full military honors and yover at Arlington Memorial Cemetery at a future date (most likely in 2023 due to the waitlist). Following this ceremony, the family will honor his request and host a roast in his honor.

Jerry’s wishes were for donations to be made to

Shriner’s Children’s Hospital

Dinner with the Hoblits, the Boyles and the Turners at the Hoblit cabin in Mammouth Lakes, California
(August 4, 2006)

Dave’s Crawfish Boil   Leave a comment

Dave’s Crawfish Boil (April 12, 2009) — HDR Image by kenne

Dave’s crawfish boil

Southeast Texas partytime

Spicy and tasty.

— kenne

The Great Horned Owl   3 comments

Great Horned Owl — Image by kenne

Owls

Wait; the great horned owls
Calling from the wood’s edge; listen.
           There: the dark male, low
And booming, tremoring the whole valley.
           There: the female, resolving, answering
High and clear, restoring silence.
           The chilly woods draw in
Their breath, slow, waiting, and now both
           Sound out together, close to harmony.

           These are the year’s worst nights.
Ice glazed on the top boughs,
           Old snow deep on the ground,
Snow in the red-tailed hawks’
           Nests they take for their own.
Nothing crosses the crusted ground.
           No squirrels, no rabbits, the mice gone,
No crow has young yet they can steal.
           These nights the iron air clangs
Like the gates of a cell block, blank
           And black as the inside of your chest.

           Now, the great owls take
The air, the male’s calls take
           Depth on and resonance, they take
A rough nest, take their mate
           And, opening out long wings, take
Flight, unguided and apart, to caliper
           The blind synapse their voices cross
Over the dead white fields,
           The dead black woods, where they take
Soundings on nothing fast, take
           Soundings on each other, each alone.

— W.D. Snodgrass

Kenne and W.D. Snodgrass (1999) — Montgomery College Writers In Performance Series

Helping Our Friends — Conroe Catfish Festival, 2005   Leave a comment

Volunteering at the October 2005 Conroe Catfish Festival (Joy & Kenne)

Our friend, Jerry Bernhardt, owner of Bernhardt Winery, with good friend Michael McBride 

Plenty of entertainment for everyone.

Diunna Greenleaf — Images by kenne

Conroe’s Corner Pub   2 comments

Sonny Boy Terry & Michael Durbin-HopperSonny Boy Terry and Michael Durbin In Conroe’s Corner Pub (04/14/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The more one loves music,

the less music one loves.”

— Really?!!

I was going through some of my brother’s notes on music this morning and came upon the Roger Sessions statement, “The more one loves music, the less music one loves.” From my own personal experience, there is music I may not have liked but learned to love it.

So, I decided to research the context of what Sessions was saying.

“. . . this initial stage in listening to music is an entirely direct one; the listener brings to the music whatever he can bring, with no other preoccupation than that of hearing. This is, of course, what is to be desired; it is the condition of his really hearing. He will hear the music only to the extent that he identifies himself with it, establishing a fresh and essentially naive contact with it, without preconceived ideas and without strained effort.

. . . the listener’s reaction is immediate and seems, in a sense, identical with the act of hearing. Undoubtedly this is what many listeners expect. And yet, on occasion, one may listen to music attentively, without any conscious response to it until afterward; one’s very attention may be so absorbed that a vivid sense of the sound is retained, but a sense of communications experienced only later. It is this sense of communication to which I refer under the term ‘enjoyment’; obviously, one may not and often does not, in any real sense, ‘enjoy’ what is being communities. There is certainly some music that we never ‘enjoy’; experience inevitably fosters discrimination, and there is certainly some truth even in the frequent, seemingly paradoxical statement that ‘the more one loves music, the less music one loves.’ This statement is true in a sense if we understand it as applying to the experience of an individual, and not a general rule. But if our relation to the music is a healthy one — that is to say, a direct and simple one — our primary and quite spontaneous effort will to deny it.”

The more you learn about something you like, the more you will love it.

— kenne

 

 

“Original Pat Green”   3 comments

Patrict Green-2-art-72“Original Pat Green” (2004)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Like so many people the past St. Patrick’s Day, we were sheltered-in-place and missed celebrating the 17th the only way it should be, with friends. So I turned to the many photos of St. Patrick’s Day I have taken over the years, and I have many.

At first, I was thinking about doing a collage, but then I found this one of a friend, Patrick A. Green. Starting in 1995, Pat and his friends would meet on the Court House Square in Conroe, parade around the Square, and party at the Corner Pub on the Square.

Pat practiced law in Conroe for 43 years, retiring in 2015. The “Original Pat Green” gave freely of whatever he had to whomever he met, a man of limitless generosity. With unbridled enthusiasm for his Irish and Cajun heritage, Pat could host a party unlike any other. Through his generous spirit and disarming humor, he possessed an extraordinary ability to bring people together. 

Pat died on July 12, 2016. He was an original, and I’m blessed to have known him — somewhere in the universe, he is still partying!

— kenne

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