MY NEW BIKE

I purchased my first motorcycle today, a 1984 Honda Magna V45, 750cc. I've already enrolled in a MSF (Motorcycle Safty Foundation) Course for later part of next month, and believe me I'm not riding it till then. More updates later. I'm THRILLED!! And my poodle Micha likes it too!

FedCon USA 2008

My first SciFi Convention...was, well not quiet what I had in thought it would be. Tehuti invited us and I was sorry to see his excitement dashed as well.

Family Histories Continue

Here's a picture of my family, taken about 1968. Tracy, Bobbie, Linda, 'DeDe'. I use to really hate being called "DeDe". Don't know why, really. A kid thing or maybe too many negative memories attached to it. Years later friends were allowed to call me 'Dave.' Many many years later, when I developed a relationship with my mother again; she called me 'DeDe' a couple of times, then later realized I responded better to David. So much water under the bridge now, uhm? But - Don't I look cute next to my mother?

The other day I finally called Elon Fay back on the phone. She was someone I re-met at dad's funeral. We talked for quiet awhile. She's a first cousin of my dads, and as kids they seem to have been close friends. I wrote her a rather long letter. It'll be neat to aquire more material for my writing of OUR HISTORY's NAME: An Abidgement of The Texas Snows, book.

Getting reaquainted with Elon will be interesting, because I know little to nothing of my grandmother's side of the family. Other than a few photographs and weak story lines; like, 'Oh yeah she's the one who had a garden and raised chickens' - kay?

DREAMS

Painting by Bobbie Lee Snow "Sunset Windmill" (c) 1978.

A few nights ago I had a dream. Most of my dreams are in vivid color, and are very difficult for me to realize that I am asleep. This one was in black&white and I knew I was dreaming - it was not like my usual dreaming states.

I was in our old home in Corpus Chrisiti. On the dinning room table was an extremly large oil painting. Thick black, brown and blues strokes. I was very disturbed that I could not figure out how to paint it.

From the living room my dad entered through the french doors. I asked my dad why I couldn't paint my present picture very well, he said, "Do the background first, then everything else is easy."

I turned around and saw my mother-in-law, (she passed away in 1989); then she too offered the same advice. Then, again my wife's grandmother came into the room, and once again offered the same advice: "Do the background first, then everything else is easy."

In my dream, my wife hears me 'talking to myself' asks what's going on and I tell her I saw my dad, and her family. Thinking I crazy she dismisses it by telling me to just go back to my painting, "...and do the background first, everything else is easy."

Suddenly the alarm-clock woke me up. I woke up crying and sad, then later that morning its 'meaning' suddenly came to me.

The Genealogical Links on the side bar is my way of NOT forgetting to "do the background first" because everything in life is a lot easier when you know where you come from.

A Final Good-by to my Dad

MEM

I have tried to "be strong" for so many, including my dad during his hospitalization. But, after recieving his death certificate in the mail today, and reading hardcopies of e-mail from the Guest Book of this web site - I finally broke down and cried. Overwhelmed and yet somehow relieved.

Bob Snow 1941-2008

On July the 28th, 1941 Elmo and Drucilla Snow welcomed the birth of their first born son, Bobbie Lee Snow into their small Comanche, Texas home. Their later arrivals, were two daughters, Yvonne and Virginia Marie; and later still, they were followed by another son, Richard Elmo.

Yet, it was the freckled faced, red head turned white - "Bob"; who is the individual that has drawn us all together here today. Bob Snow was the great-grand father of Savannah, and Jamison Garza, the grandfather of Elizabeth Rebecca, and the father of two sons: Tracy Lee Snow and David DeLane Snow.

After many personal struggles, and a losing battle with emphysema, and heart problems, my dad passed-away from this life unto the next, on April 2nd 2008. Humorously, one of the last things my dad said to me during his final hospital stay was, "Son, a lot of people talk about going home to be with Jesus; well, I've got a few things to chat with him about too. I'll be fine son, just take care of your family."

My father was the type of man, that - really at any point during his life, you would automatically realize as one who took things seriously. A no nonsense kind of guy, who preferred getting down to the business at hand. He was a perfectionist; sometimes to a fault. I remember a motto he lived by, and continuously drove home to me, by how he conducted himself in public: "If you don't have time to do things right the first time, then when will you?" Which, was just his way of saying - "Son, be the best man you can possibly be, at all times."

He was a devout and loyal friend, to any who claimed him as such. He fiercely believed in God; and earnestly sought the presence of deity in his daily experience. My dad was a fly fisherman, an artist, a metal worker, a pizza maker, an engraver, certainly not least - a beloved school-bus driver; but above and beyond all else - he was a man of integrity. Though I am not my father, I am no less proud to announce, that I am one of the sons of Bobbie Lee Snow. I love you dad, and we'll miss you greatly - thank you for being a part of all our lives.

TNA Contines to get polished

I wrote a poem years ago, and after dabbling on it here and there it continues to grow out of control. THE NEPHILIM AGE has become a complex epic, with detailed layers and characters I never originally envisioned.
It's a tale of elves leaving Middle-Earth, who became the vile nephilim murders told in a story from a father to his daughter; all deciphered from ancient scrolls discovered in the last century. A little crazy maybe, but it's a story of depth I can't quiet get out of my head that grows with each new rewrite. You might find it interesting, feel free to tell me what's in need of fixing.

Death and Dying

A How To...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Pagan, Christian, and agnostic alike, [know]... that
these words expressed the "right" things at the death of a much-loved person.

But to be born again, you must die

Christ Myths

The Paganistic origins of Christianity run deeper than you know. Even its most basic notion of the resurrection of the devine was borrowed from the Pagans; Blessed Be!

Who is she... no, Really?

Amy Walker, age 25 - from where?