About That 74 School Shootings Meme/Map … Here Are The Facts

This involves our children. They have had their lives interrupted or ended. This must end. Gun violence must end.


As With All Things Progressive It All Depends On What The Meaning Of “Is” Is

    By now everyone has heard of the latest effort from Nanny Bloomberg as the astroturfers in the liberal media regarding the epidemic of “school shootings” since Sandy Hook . 74 of them if the usual suspects are to be believed . Since this meme seems to be spreading like wildfire across the web we thought we would make a concerted effort to quantify exactly what the gun grabber Statists consider to be “school shootings” .

   Below is our result . Make of it what you will and please understand that by quibbling with the Statist’s methodology we are in no way minimizing the pain and horror felt by the families that are made to suffer at the hands of thugs with guns .  However , all sympathies aside , that does not…

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For my Father

I came across a book my father gave me. I put it somewhere for safe keeping. I just found it again. And with Fathers’ Day coming up, I decided to share some of it with all of you. My father and his family came to America from England. I have searched Ancestry.com and found that the family came to American through Nova Scota.  My father was a good man who taught me to be strong. He suffered from rheumatoid arthritis and now that I am older, I realize how filled with pain his life was. So he was a truly brave man;  he spent each pain-filled day on his feet, working in retail sales. Many years later, I was in sales also, and I know how hard it was for me without the arthritis.  I dedicate this post in his memory with gratitude for all he did for me.



Botanical garden. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Botanical garden. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014


“If I can write one verse of truth today

Or give my fellow man a song to sing;

If I can push one needless cloud away

And help men live as children

of the King;

If I can lend someone a helping hand

Or warm a place where friendship

needs to be;

If I can build a bridge where fences stand

And light a lamp that other men

might see;

If I can open doors of hope this day

By letting someone know that others care;

If I can speak in words that seem

to say;

I know the heavy burdens that

you bear.

If I can guide a pilgrim on his way

Or pause to bid him stay for food and


If I can do these, Father, this I pray:

” O let me do them with my very best. ”   —William Arthur Ward




The Bahamas. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio  2014

The Bahamas. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Thank you my dear Father for taking me camping,  teaching me to love fish and chips, and putting up with an opinionated creative little girl. He has been gone a long time. But I remember his dry humor, his painting my bedroom every time I wanted to change the color. I appreciate every time he was there for me. I honor all the good fathers who love and support their children. You are heroes.

My Dad To Celebrate

A fitting post for all of our fathers. Hugs, Barbara

The Chatter Blog

Father’s Day is fast approaching.   Though  dad has been gone for fifteen years I don’t hesitate to love it and embrace it.  I’m sad that my father isn’t here to celebrate him but he deserves to be celebrated.  He’s my dad to celebrate.  Whether he’s here, or in heaven, or somewhere else.  There’s only one place you would leave heaven for and that would be Ireland.  I can imagine him heading  over to Eire with his own father, who always wanted to see that lovely piece of heaven on earth.

When dad died very unexpectedly his eight off spring converged upon his home.  We stayed together for a solid week.  And prior to the funeral you would find any one of the eight of us hidden off in our own space to write our memories of dad.  Memories to be read at his funeral.

I’m surprised I remember, that…

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Wildflowers like me

My last thought for the night

Tell Me About It

It’s hard to tame a wildflower
Or train them how to grow
You can dig them up
But next year
They’ll come back
Now, don’t you know
In the fields
I watch them gather
And they seem
To me to say
Come play here
In this field now
Wash your blues away
Wildflowers like me

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