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My new home for five days. Copyright 2015 John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet

My new home for five days. Copyright 2015 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

Found myself checked into a Kaufman County hospital under the Texas Presterian chain of hospitals yesterday afternoon.  It is pemounia.  Hopefully in five days I hope I will be home again.  It takes something like this to  realize that one is destructable.

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Shortly after posting our signs for both our future vineyard and winery and farm and ranch we discovered that the name of “Silver Star” was associated with many low quality products in the State of Texas, hence our name change to “Stewart-Rigo” which represents the proud maiden name of my wife and my last name. The beautiful picture on the new farm and ranch sign actually comes from a picture taken of our farm and ranch.

Stewart-Rigo Farm and Ranch of Texas

New Sign for Stewart-Rigo Farm and Ranch of Texas formerly "Silver Star" copyright 2015 John J. Rigo New Sign for Stewart-Rigo Farm and Ranch of Texas formerly “Silver Star” copyright 2015 John J. Rigo

We are proud to announce that our new name of our farm and ranch is now posted.  After research and finding the name of “Silver Star” itself was associated with many low quality products in Texas, we decided to change our names on both our future winery as well as our farm and ranch.  The name consists of the proud maiden name of my wife and my last name.  The view on the sign comes from our own ranch. 

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We are proud to announce that our new winery sign is here. “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas”

Stewart-Rigo Winery

Our New Sign for "Stewart-Rigo Winery" formerly "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo Our New Sign for “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

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“All Great projects and visions for growth in a community start with a dream and move forward with hard work and perserverence.” copyright and written by John J. Rigo

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Are you as a rancher or farmer in the Austin, Wichita Falls, Graham and Ft. Worth areas of Texas preparting for the coming drought with pre-purchased hay prior to sky-rocketing prices?  Hauling prices are in a range of $15 to $25 additional charge per bale, depending on distance involved from Eustace, Texas.

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Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

One call dream, cannot they! 

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1927 Collin County Courthouse, McKinney Texas ...

1927 Collin County Courthouse, McKinney Texas Historical Marker (Photo credit: fables98)

 
 
The Old McKinney Square is gone.
The place of adventure and discovery
that I found as a young man in 1970.
 
My background was of one born in New York City.
I had no trinkets or heirlooms from my past.
Old decaying Brownstones in Harlem had no such things
especially from the poor family of an iron and steel worker.
 
I discovered the joy of collecting antiques
on the Old McKinney Square in those days.
The collecting became a passion for me
as I called each antique a precious find.
 
There was a magic in those crowded
dusty shelves
packed with hidden mystery.
 
Each shop owner
each dealer
became first name friends
with a smile and greeting
as I searched
a part of each day. 
 
It was about 2001
that my quests were no more
for you see
I ran out of space
for those treasures. 
 
Today in another April in 2013
added to my life.
I decided to again
visit my Old McKinney Square.
 
The warm friendly faces
that I once knew
where gone into the dusty trail of time.
 
The crowded shelves of discovery were no more.
The store fronts were new.
Their new chic names in Gold letters on them.
 
The antiques were new
made to look old.
They lacked a certain warmth
and history in their shiny new look.
 
My heart filled with sadness
for I then realized
I too would soon be gone.
 
The Old McKinney Square is gone
never remembered
but forgotten.
 
All my sweet memories
of joys past
will also be gone
into the eternal sunset.

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1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, titled, “Mother’s Sorrow.”

 
The gate stood high and firm before the light of paradise.
It had been this way for thousands of years.
The only light revealed was the light of God
through its bars.
 
A sound of longing was heard
from the millions of souls before its barrier.
There seemed to be no hope for reunion with God.
 
The day of days,
the hour of redemption
finally came to this place,
beginning with a cry of joy
from these souls.
 
Beyond the gates a cross appeared,
equal to the height and width of the gate.
The joy formed a song of everlasting love
on the lips of these souls.
 
It was a song unlike any sound ever heard before
or since this moment.
The words, “It is done,” were heard above the song.
The gate was no more.
The souls of God’s creation were returned home.  

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Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A Golden-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 

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“Your Little Green Friends

One of my dearest friends from over thirty-five years ago was a gentleman by the name of Cliff Russell.  Cliff is dead now.  At that time he was the Father in a loving spirit that my real Father never was, between his drunken whisky binges.  One day while in my thirties I related to him my disappointment with an individual that I thought was a friend. 

Cliff had an easy way about him when he was offering advice. It was that “home-grown” attitude from being born and raised in Louisiana.  He related, “Johnny, let me show you, what your best friends in life look like.”  Slowly he withdrew from his pocket a roll of hundred dollar bills.  As the saying goes, “The roll was big enough to choke a horse.”  

Cliff went on to say, “This is your Little Green Friends. They will keep you warm when you are cold, cool when you are hot, and will buy you all the company, you will ever want, when you are lonely.”  To this day I have never forgotten one of the loving lessons given to me in my life from a dear, now departed friend.

 

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