Today's Finest FReeper has such a wonderful way with words that daisy, dansangel, MamaBear, and I are always anxious to see his first post each day. Oh, the pictures he paints and the smiles he brings! :) It came as no surprise, then, to learn he is an artist by trade, and I was thrilled when he sent me copies of some of his work to share with you today.
jwfiv
Freeper since March 1, 1998
Again, as with many of our profiles, there is no better way to present them than in their own words. Here, then, are jwfiv's:
You have to be careful when you ask a hermit 'Wassup?'. : )
jwfiv with nephews in 1993
I'm a Boomer, born in '51 from the love between a country boy and a farmer's daughter, in Ft. Worth, Texas. Spent the Wonder Years growing up in New Mexico, California, Arizona, Colorado, then back to Arizona in time to graduate high school in '69 and catch the wave of revolution that tinged the air and times. By then, my inborn love of country and vision of John Wayne's America had been shattered by the headlines of that decade, and my political views colored by an anti-American rage.
I swallowed the tripe of the tripesters and believed the leftie lines, or many of them, though not all. I was the first feminist I ever knew...wore a black arm band on the first Earth Day (sheesh, I'm so embarassed)...marched on campus the night after Kent State, chanting for an end to war.
Those three years, from '68 to '70, were a cauldron of hope and bitter reality...from the Apollo program, Bobby and Martin murdered, Chicago, Vietnam as I saw it through the media lenses, to Woodstock, Altamont, My Lai and Watergate...all accompanied by the soundtrack of '60s rock n'roll, pop and soul.
I dropped out of college after the second year, feeling guilty over my student deferment and having no direction other than that I figured it was time to go to work.
A lottery number kept me a civilian, and a job and marriage kept me busy the next decade - my medieval period - when the fire of revolution faded because I saw it was a sham and a lazy liberalism held sway.
Roe v. Wade was a reason to celebrate, as Nixon's resignation had been, and....I voted for Jimmy Carter. (Holy smokes, did I just say that out loud?!)
My wife left me as the '70s ended, I left my job and lived on a ranch in the Sierras for most of the next four years ... taking care of a wise old man then in his 90s. He was still sharp and vigorous ... a scholar, prospector, and philosopher who devoted his life to rational thought and honesty. He also was a factor in my conversion from the dark, or gray, side of Force. He loved the Gipper, was a life long Republican, still holding a grudge against Roosevelt for abandoning the gold standard.
Sometimes we would leave the solitude of the ranch and travel the roads of California, where he introduced me to the Lost Coast, the High Sierras, Death Valley and other wonders of the Golden State. I made a great many friends in those days; some have passed on now, but all are part of me.
The road to the ranch on a cold winter's day a long time ago.
It's a beautiful spot; many John Wayne and
Hoppy movies (and more) were filmed nearby.
The apathy and liberal fog started to lift around then as I began to care and learn about the world, the headlines again having an impact upon my politics, but this time they spoke of the failures of liberal policy, the Great Society, and our emasculated President Carter.
I was still a bit transient when I had the first opportunity to mark my ballot for the one and only Ronaldus Magnus and so didn't vote that year, a mistake I didn't repeat four years later. By '84, I was a fire-breathing conservative, proud of my President, my heritage as an American, and a believer in that shining city on a hill.
Once more, the headlines had changed me, but this time it was President Reagan's genuine goodness and faith in the charter of our Founders, his stand against the Soviets, and the Communist genocide in Asia that swayed me into a rather jolting new view of the world. To love America again, and the ideals and hopes which She embodies, was like coming home, and I rejoiced to find out the Duke had been right all along (bless his heart and memory).
More transforming than the headlines was my own awakened religious life and love for God and His Creation. I realized one day that this love had made it impossible to be 'pro-choice'. I knew that Life trumped choice, and the conservative me was fully born.
A rebel when I was a kid, I got to be one again, in my unwillingness to go along with the liberal consensus of much of my neighborhood, circle of friends, workplace. Living today in the la-la land of Southern California, I still have the occasional and delightful opportunity of surprising the well-intended with my secret identity, a joy I relish.
I took my parents to see the Gipper when he came to ASU right after his term ended in '89...he stood tall and strong in his dark suit, radiant and eloquent...my Dad leapt out of his seat to cheer for him as he ended his speech.
Politics is football and chess and church all mixed up into a passion that is painful when the Devil is in the captain's chair, and the headlines of the 90s were as glorious as all the other decades', but, even more agonizing because of the character and misdeeds of he whose name shall not be spoken, and his Red Queen.
President Bush, our Commander-In-Chief, and his beautiful and loving First Lady, are proof to me that God has not abandoned America. Dubya and his posse will kill the outlaws and bring Law and Order to the badlands west of the Euphrates, while proving to all the fence-sitters that, in the long and short run, Truth and Justice and the American way beat the livin' tar outta xlintonomics and xlintonian amorality, not to mention any and all al-queda-type jihadis.
Free Republic came into my life like a new light in the sky, back in early '98, when I jumped to the Whitewater Page from Drudge. Been here since, never strayed, ain't gonna. I'm eternally grateful to Jim Robinson and all Freepers for the knowledge and news and community given me then and all the time since.
Mostly just a reader with an occasional something to say, my most significant contribution to FR was the introduction of the gracious and notorious Serb5150 to Freeperville back a couple of years ago...she and 3 other young GOP-type gals and I went to the Reagan Library in Simi Valley earlier this year, on the day when Nancy Reagan was there for a book signing...I sorta fell in love with Mrs. Reagan when I said hello; she is beautiful as flowers.
I am an artist/designer by trade, with 20 years in traditional media; for 12 years I've been digital. It is my occupation, and vocation. Currently doing work for children's education programs on the web, I'll take the opportunity of this day with you all to share with Freepers a little of what I see inside, on my own...work done not for money, just for free.
"Moonlight"
"Llewlyn Canyon"
"Snowfall"
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Semper fi, and may God bless America always, and protect Her. I wanna see Lady Liberty's light shine forever. ~ jwfiv
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Once again I'd like to thank jwfiv for sharing his story and some of his art with us today. There's one more graphic of a different kind that seems fitting for a thread where we honor our military every day; I couldn't leave this one out:
Thank you, jwfiv,
for being part of our Finest Family!
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