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111H Christmas Day 2008 An Anchor for a Man

Thursday, December 25th, 2008

Christmas, 2008, High Noon, Woodbury, Minnesota, by Lyno Sullivan
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An Anchor for one Day

Having hand-written two letters to his son, the father typed his blog entry for the day, scanned the images of those hand-drawn pages, and constructed his blog upon the upon the Internet.

Then the man refreshed himself by resting. For a timely rest and refreshment is an essential part of blogging experience. Then the man published his blog and the following letters appeared upon the Internet for the very first time upon earth.

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Christmas Day, 2008, Woodbury, MN

My dearest son,

It was delightful talking with you this Christmas morning, 2008. I am finding these letters to you to be helpful in giving my writing focus. It gives me an audience that is to some degree universal. For every man is a biological son of another man.

Yours and my relationship is both mundane and profound, commonplace and extraordinary, and, on the whole for me, a blessing from God. Why must a father bring God into the discourse with his son? Every human male I ever met, in so far as I can discern, needs God (as male) and some holy Mother as an anchor of his existence. When a man can find no anchor in his life he must move into that mental frame of reference wherein he has a true father and a true mother and a holy spirit soul in contact with his mother and his father.

Otherwise a man without an anchor is adrift in life.
God serves as an
anchor for a man. Father serves as an
anchor for a man. Mother serves as an
anchor for a man. Child serves as an
anchor for a man.

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Christmas Day, 2008

My dearest son,

I am feeling somewhat manic this afternoon and in need of an “Anchor for a Day”. That’s what Christmas is to me. It is an anchor in my life. For one day a year let me remember the life of Jesus, his earthly father and mother, and his heavenly Father.

I am not much of a fan of Easter because of its message of life everlasting. Death is sad. The birth of Jesus is a glad day because it fulfills its purpose as an Anchor for Man, and Anchor for Woman, an Anchor for Child, and Anchor for Grandchild, and an anchor for Soul.

A man’s free running mind needs to be able to toss out an anchor into the storms of life, from time to time.

Christmas is the day all humans may choose to honor the life of Jesus, or not. That’s why Santa Claus is real. Santa Claus is a second reason to celebrate Christmas, as is the full moon of the
shortest day in the Northern hemisphere and the
longest day in the Southern hemisphere and the
day annointed of, by, and unto the life of Jesus.

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digg title: Christmas Day, An Anchor for a Man

Topic: These inspirational letters from a father to his son are worth a read after Christmas. They remind us of the need for anchors in our reality.

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111G Christmas Eve Letters

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

This post contains letters written on Christmas Eve from a father to his son.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

My dearest son,

I wish that you were with me for Christmas as a free man possessing self chosen sobriety, honesty, and truthfulness. Sadly, the last time you were free of prison and jail, you were on a self chosen crime spree resulting in your current condition.

I begged you and I pleaded with you to get on the bus and come back to Minnesota and check yourself into the Washington County drug treatment facility I had arranged for your rehabilitation. This was only a year ago Thanksgiving that you had your last free willed choice for sobriety. You chose your addictions, instead of self selected sobriety, you shamed me. You shamed your family. You shamed your grandfather in his dying time.

As of yet I have heard no repentance. All I have heard is the jail house jingle of an addict biding his time. Don’t get me wrong I like what I hear. I simply doubt its sincerity. The only proof of sincerity from you is a well-lived life of sobriety–prison affords you the beginning of that opportunity.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

My dearest son,

I wish you were with me for Christmas, a free man. Sadly, it will be many years of drug free living before you are a free man. People choose sobriety every day. They like to say that sobriety is one day at a time. I always thought that phrasing was poorly chosen because it excused failure rather than condemning it. But what do I know about such matters?

Sobriety is the greatest blessing you get to truly enjoy this Christmas. I pray your sobriety serve you well and that it help you attain the will power to choose sobriety for the remaining days of your life. Other than my prayers and wishes for you, I will not seek to help you ever again in this life. Your disrespect of my help has sobered me to the reality that you and I are done in terms of me ever helping you materially. You will not get a penny from my estate because I have sworn an oath before God that you will never, ever use the money I give you to buy drugs.

You and I are done in terms of me ever giving or loaning you money. I will never trust your lies again.

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111D Letters to Son

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

This commentary concerns two hand written id™ pages. The first page below is a letter from a father to his son, who is in prison this day for drug usage. The second page was written by the father to his son four days previously.

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Monday, December 8, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My dearest son,

I wish to catch up with you on various matters pressing upon my mind lately. I truly pray for you that your stay in prison works towards your highest fulfillment as a human walking upright, honorable, and true, upon your current sojourn upon earth.

I pray with fervent hope and great fear for your health and happiness and the honor of your grandfather’s memory and all of his male ancestors stretching back to Adam, being the archetype shared by all human males who now and everlasting is the prototype of what it means for a man to walk with God.

For all times it is promised unto Adam that he must strive and endeavor to persevere in longing to walk with God, above all other matters of male longing. Longing above all other matters to walk with God. And then to do so from the moment of awakening until forever more.

Grandfather is pictured at http://peaceengine.com/blog/2008/12/06/111c-oliver-r-sullivan/

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Sunday, December 7, 2008
My dearest son,

Today is the sixty-seventh year anniversary of the Pearl Harbor attack during WWII. Roosevelt called it a “day of infamy”.

I enjoyed talking with you last light. They closed the library, you said. I thought it odd and ill-timed, owing to the Christmas season fast approaching. We concur that they are probably solving some problem created by the inmates themselves.

I wish you good luck in landing an assignment that is to your liking. Because of your excellent social skills, I hope you get an assignment where you can be of service to humanity. Your current situation affords many small service occupations which, when performed with humility, will serve you well.

I am working at my blog today, cleaning my file system, huddling beside an electric heater keeping my hands warm, writing this letter to you, as I sip my coffee and puff my cigar.

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111C Oliver R. Sullivan

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

111C Oliver R. Sullivan
January 20, 2008 by Lyno Sullivan

The words “honor thy father” are important to me. This blog entry is devoted to the memory and the honor of my father, who passed away one year ago last Friday. I shall toast his 93rd birthday which occurs this coming Sunday, January 25th. Please read my letter if you wish but be sure to view the pictures and read the newspaper clipping at the end, which begins my father’s story.

I hand wrote the following letter. I have edited in additional information concerning my recent work presenting his ideas on coal to oil, science, technology, mathematics, politics, economics, and so on and so forth.

My dearest father,

Well, you died one year ago, on January 16, 2008 at the age of 91, nine days before your 92nd birthday. Next Sunday I plan to celebrate your 93rd birthday. I cannot give you a traditional birthday present but I thought to create a blog entry, so that my friends can get to know you by way of this written story.

In the year since your last birthday I wrote a blog post explaining most of what you taught me concerning coal to oil science and its economics. I advertised that blog entry at digg.com and received compliments for the usefulness of what I had written. I called the article “Coal to Liquid Fuel, Plastics, and Concrete”
http://peaceengine.com/blog/2009/01/16/1127-coal-to-liquid-fuel-plastics-and-concrete/

and I posted it at digg
http://digg.com/general_sciences/Coal_to_Liquid_Fuel_Plastics_and_Concrete

I wrote that story and now I want to tell the backstory because it is far more important than what I wrote. I remember you telling the coal to oil story beginning perhaps twenty years ago. Over the years until your stroke in May of 2007 you taught me everything I incorporated into that article. I got almost everything you had explained into that one article, except your work on using biological systems to harvest rare-earth metals from mine tailings.

To do that writing I must study your notebooks because you had your stroke partway through your Internet research. (Yep! Using wikipedia at the age of 91–my father was a marvel of clean living). Fortunately, you explained how you were working your way through the periodic table, studying your biochemistry books, and seeking the specific bacteria or algae with an affinity for each common and rare-earth metals. I can replicate your research pattern and quickly produce results suitable for a survey of the field biochemical and biological solution for all mining slurrys. I recently wondered about using variations of these systems to remove earth metals from the flyash byproduct of the coal to liquid fuel process.

I published the survey of field and now I am writing this letter to append to the work so that all readers might know that your work over the last twenty years has been my inspiration. I will soon begin the next phase of the publication of your stories, ideas, and your journals of discovery.

In these days of turmoil and fear, your visions, of the future of USA, will be a voice of calming. You were ever the optimist; people need more optimism.

It was difficult to watch a man of your stature grow old and transition through your mind loss caused by your massive stroke. I spoke to you by phone a few hours before you died and explained to you that that you were not able to return to your former mental abilities and that, as we had agreed, I was to see you through to a merciful end. I told you as your daughter held her phone to your ear, that you could go when you were ready and a few hours later you did as I had said.

“Dad,” I said, “you said that you did not want to live without your mind intact. I believe your mind is gone and is not coming back. You can die when you are ready. I love you. And I will love you until the day I die.”

In memory of a great man:

This blog entry contains photographs and clippings from the life of Oliver R. Sullivan. of Laurel, Montana.

Oliver with his dog
Oliver with his dog

Oliver with his brothers
Oliver with his brothers

Oliver with his brothers and a friend
Oliver with his brothers and a friend

Oliver with father and brothers
Oliver with father and brothers

Oliver 1942 Williams Field as Aviation Cadet
Oliver 1942 Williams Field as Aviation Cadet

Oliver with friend Eddie La Prath 1943
Oliver with friend Eddie La Prath 1943

Oliver returns from WWII
Oliver returns from WWII

Oliver R. Sullivan
Switchman Files For Legislature

Seeks Nomination On G.O.P. Ticket

Oliver R. Sullivan, a switchman at Billings for the Northern Pacific railway, filed his petition Saturday with the clerk and recorder for one of the six Republican nominations for representative in the state legislature.
Sullivan, who lives at Laurel, said that this is the first time he has sought public office. He is a veteran of the Second World war with four years’ service in the army as a meteorologist and weather observer, a year of his service being in North Africa.
The candidate is a native Montanan. He was born at Whitehall, Jan. 25, 1916, a son of Mr. and Mrs. Ira Sullivan, and a few years later moved to Laurel with his parents. He graduated from Laurel high school in 1933, and is a formet student in engineering at Montana State college, and in mathematics and physics at California Institute of Technology. He also attended Stanford university last summer.
After two years at the state college, Sullivan entered the employment of the Montana Power company at Laurel and worked for the company in 1936 and 1937. He was an engineer for the Montana conservation board rural electrification branch in 1939 and 1940. When he entered the army in 1942 he had been with the Northern Pacific at Billings for two years. He is a member of the Billings lodge of the Brotherhood or Railway Trainmen.
Sullivan resides with his mother at Laurel. His father died of a heart attack two months ago.

Oliver runs for political office
Oliver runs for political office

To be continued . . .

111A Thanksgiving Letter to Son in Prison

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

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