The Tetons

November comes and November goes,
With the last red berries and the first white snows.

With night coming early, and dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.

The fires burn and the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest until next spring.
-- Clyde Watson
Harvest Angel
I am rich today with autumn's gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield.

Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.

Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!
-- Gladys Harp

Autumn Leaves

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
-- John Greenleaf Whittier
Horn of Plenty

A Pipe-Smoking Angel

In November of 1997, I was living in Albany, New York with my husband and attending the Albany College of Pharmacy.  I was nineteen at the time.  I had a job at CVS, which was about a mile and a half away.

One night, a nursing student named Jenna Grieshaber was killed in her apartment, which was exactly one block from mine.  I had to walk past her apartment to get from work to home, as I didn't have a car at the time.  The night after she was killed, they still hadn't found the person who did it, and it scared me to walk home at night.  At first, I waited for a bus, but after half an hour, none came, and I decided to risk walking home.

Admittedly, I was scared, but I had no choice as my husband was at work himself.  After about a block, a man came up behind me on my left (also the road side).  He was very tall, was wearing jeans, a blue jacket, had thin brown hair, and was smoking a vanilla pipe.  After what had just happened in my neighborhood, I should have been scared, but I wasn't.  This man just walked with me, on the left, one step in front of me.  I knew that he could walk faster than me, and could have easilly just left me alone, but he didn't.  In fact, twice he had stopped to light his pipe while I kept walking, and twice he caught up to me again and stayed with me, but always one step ahead.  Finally, I got to my apartment, and I put the key into the door.  I turned around to say "thank you" to the man who had walked me home, but he was not there.  He wasn't around the corner, down the street, nowhere.  It was like he was never there.

I felt complete contentment at that point, and to this day, vanilla pipe smoke evokes a calm in me that nothing else can.
-- Leona Stevens

Angel Comfort


"In fact, if one person is unkind to an animal it is considered to be cruelty, but where a lot of people are unkind to animals, especially in the name of commerce, the cruelty is condoned and, once large sums of money are at stake, will be defended to the last by otherwise intelligent people."

Ruth Harrison, author of Animal Machines

Makes Big Debut, October 13, 2009

Currently ranked #17 on, her book is a big 320-page vegan how-to guide, complete with recipes. Here’s an interview with Alicia promoting the book on MTV.

"The Kind Diet: A Simple Guide to Feeling Great, Losing Weight, and Saving the Planet" To order the book


...Only twenty-three out of hundreds, but some may surprise you! (I knew Walter Kowalski personally, and he really was a vegetarian - a kind, gentle giant.)

· Plato · Plutarch · Pythagorus · Voltaire · Socrates · Milton · Nikola Tesla (Inventor) · Albert Schweitzer · Susan B. Anthony · Clara Barton · Mark Twain · Charlotte Bronte · William Wordsworth · Thomas Edison · Henry Ford · Brad Pitt · Christie Brinkley · Pierce Brosnan · Steve Martin · Kathy Johnson (1980 Gymnast of Year) · Martina Navratilova · Walter Kowalski, below (6'7", 275 lb., Wrestler, 1926-2008) · Jerry Seinfeld

              SOME MORE GOOD NEWS!!
Students at colleges and universities all over the U.S. are passing out a booklet entitled, "Why Vegan?" After reading it, some young people had this to say:

     I am 18 years old and I just picked up the "Why Vegan?" pamphlet. I was so shocked to see what kind of cruel and inhumane treatment these animals go through just to feed us. I almost started crying but that is not the point. I have made a decision today: I AM GOING TO BECOME A VEGETARIAN. I am also going to take this pamphlet and show it to people at school; I hope to do some good with it.-- EE, San Antonio, TX

Brian      Like many people, I regularly ate meat and never thought about the conditions that animals endured before becoming meals. But after receiving "Why Vegan" [at Penn State], I literally felt sick to my stomach. This is not at all what I envisioned farming to be! How could I be so naive and never once think to question where meat came from? When I learned I was supporting such an industry, I made a vow to consume drastically less meat. I...have already begun spreading the word to family and friends. -- SB, 9/21/07

     Hi. I'm 12 years old. When I read the pamphlet, "Why Vegan,'' it made me cry and throw up. I am going to try to convert to vegetarianism and I am going to write to the papers about your pamphlet. This really makes me sick that people think that they can take any liberty with animals' lives. -- KY

(Brian Grupe leaflets at Sacramento State; photo above right, by Bridget Jones.)

My Father's Spirit

My father died at the age of eighty-two. This in itself is not significant to anyone but his family. What happened four days later though, is.

I am the seventh of nine children. My father spent time with his children. In the 1950s, when most fathers came home from work, ate dinner, read the newspaper, and then watched television. My father took us swimming at the high school pools in Detroit, and every winter he built and maintained an ice-skating rink for us (and joined in on the fun), and took us camping in the summer. So, he always seemed remarkable to me.

He and I developed a close relationship as the older children moved out of the house. We spent many winter nights going to the local ski areas (he started skiing at the young age of fifty). We went to the NCAA Track and Field meets and we traveled together to visit one of my siblings. Dad instilled in me the fun of spending time with others.

When my father died in the early morning hours of May 29, 1997, he took a part of my heart. My father’s funeral was scheduled for a Saturday, with one last gathering of our large family the next day (Sunday). I stayed in a motel on that Saturday night, and during the night, at about 3:00 a.m., I was awakened by someone on the bed. There was my father, moving toward me from the foot of the bed. I could feel the bed give way under his weight as he moved toward me. He kissed me and then disappeared.

He had died the previous Wednesday at 3:00 a.m., the exact time he appeared to tell me, once again, good-bye.
-- Anonymous

Matthew Ward Book Review

"Matthew, Tell Me About Heaven"
A Firsthand Description of the Afterlife

Through a series of heartwarming telepathic conversations between Matthew Ward (who died at age 17) and his mother, Suzanne, we learn about the astonishing activity and diversity of life in the realm we call Heaven.

Matthew clears up common misconceptions about the world where he lives (he says its proper name is Nirvana) and he explains why, in this unprecedented time in the history of Earth, it is essential that we know the truth of our beginnings and our relationship with all of creation. Without that truth, we cannot understand either the purpose of our lives or how to prepare confidently and joyously for what is to come. - Suzanne Ward -

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