Where Goes The Wind?
I stepped on the porch this morning, coffee in my hand
I looked aloft at tree and sky, poised above my placid land
A poplar leaf jumped from the tree, directed by the breeze
And as it floated to the east, its golden hue my eye did tease
It was captured in the laurel bush across the rippled stream
A hundred yards from where it died, a pity it would seem
I’m sure it would have hoped to fly a little further yet
But wind did ebb just slight enough, so leaf and laurel met
Where went the wind that grabbed the leaf of stunning autumn gold?
That dropped it in the laurel bush, where it waits the wintry cold
Where goes the wind when it is through with the tangles in my hair?
Does it swoosh away in secret? Does it vanish in thin air?
Will it come again today, to pluck another autumn view?
Will it strip the poplar’s branches before they see the morning dew?
I have a fondness for the wind, but it’s a mystery I declare
It comes here from the northwest and where it goes I’m unaware
Sometimes it creeps in slowly, barely whispers that it’s here
Or it crashes in with thunder, in a vortex one might fear
If it’s warm I truly love it, but when it’s cold it makes me numb
In the harshness of deep winter it can strike me rather dumb
At dusk the evening thermals chase the sun into the west
The breeze is stiff and bold as it tries to do its best
To dust the pollen from the trees and lodge it in my nose
I wheeze and cough and shudder from my head down to my toes
But the answer still evades me; it’s a conundrum I declare
When the wind decides to leave me, it goes I know not where
It whistles past me suddenly, or trickles by quite slow
And where it finally settles, I simply do not know
This page was up-dated 01- 31 -2021
Now here’s the real scoop – remember what I say
At each mitosis Telomere loses some telometric DNA
Wow! – that’s the answer, that’s what I’m told
I have a short telomere, that’s why I grow old
But listen to this, there’s more to this tale
There’s evidence of a remarkable, immortal cell
Unicellular Eukaryotes maintain long telomeres
So strike up the band, order some beers
You ask, how do U.E.s maintain telomeres long
It’s a discovery that rightfully belongs in a song
U.E.s have Telomerase, ain’t that really grand
Cause Telomerase is an enzyme that adds telomere
repeat sequences to the 3' end of DNA
strands and by lengthening this strand DNA
polymerase is able to complete the synthesis
of the "incomplete ends" of the opposite strand!
So, there I have it – I’m not in a lurch
I’ll get on the web and do me a search
Telomerase I’ll type in the empty search box
I’ll buy me a case – darn, I’m a sly old fox!
R. B. Savage 2007
Well, it's 2020 and I'm still here. I hope I've got
enough length on my telomeres to keep me
chugging on for a long time. I want to watch Rosie
get married and have me a great, great, grand-
|We have five beautiful
by marriage. This
picture is a bit dated,
but it's one that's very
special. They had it
done for me. I think it
was around 1987.
I believe the role of the government is to protect the citizenry through the administration of laws according to our constitution. It is beneficial to the people to have certain
services provided by a central government, i.e. National defense, police protection, fire fighting, utilities, roads, etc. The government has become gargantuan and is infiltrating
every facet of our lives. Too many people now think the “government” should “take care of them”. I grew up in the hills of West Virginia where, in many of those steep and
rugged hollows and valleys there are frequent floods that destroy private homes. Many of the owners then want the government to “bail them out”. Through taxation, I am
then forced to pay stupid people who choose to live beside a river that historically overflows its banks.
I encourage industry. Industry provides jobs and enables parents to feed their children and keep their houses lit and warm. I reject extreme environmental policies that
destroy industry in favor of marsh insects, one of a hundred breeds of minnows, and obscure birds. Animal species go extinct. They always have, with or without man, and
always will. But there are new species evolving every day. I reject the idea that animal life trumps human life. However, I also dislike waste and destruction and believe that
man should protect his environment. If we could live on solar and wind energy, I’d be all for it. I believe safe nuclear energy is entirely feasible. America should be directing
more research there and building new plants. I care about the environment, but not to the point of earth worship. We should be wise stewards, good managers of the earth.
Dumping raw sewage in the rivers is bad management. It is also bad management to allow deer to reproduce to such great numbers that they overgraze the land and then
starve come winter. It's unwise to turn thousands of acres of productive farmland (home to animals, waterfowl, and humans) back into desert in honor of a small fish. It’s dumb
to stop the harvesting of trees in a well managed, renewable forest because it's home to a little owl with spots. Again, new species arrive as old ones die out.
I believe that anybody who wants to live in America should apply for legal entry, and if accepted into our country, should become nationalized and learn English. They
should embrace American culture and values.
I believe in a very strong national defense. I also believe that the fittest have a greater chance of survival. In my view, a well funded, well equipped, well trained military
is, unfortunately, essential to an enduring society.
Leaning conservative does not make me a racist. Perhaps some conservatives in the 1960s rejected desegregation, but I did not, and I certainly was not alone – and there
were professed liberals who ignored segregation. Today, many conservative minorities hold places of high respect in government, in law, in medicine, in movies and television -
and conservatives enjoy and appreciate their talents. I believe that Martin Luther King would be outraged at the “give me my share” and “what’s the government going to do
for me today?” attitude of some. I reject the concept of affirmative action that is, of itself, racist. Martin Luther King's desire was that a man should be judged based on the
content of his character and not based on the color of his skin. I want people, black or white, to take responsibility for their own behavior and be decent, law-abiding citizens.
I do not want to steal from the poor to give to the rich. At the same time, I don't want to steal the rich man's money. He has demonstrated that he can create jobs with it. I
want everyone who can work to do so, and I want the honest man to earn a decent wage for his work and not have it snatched away by the government. I have absolutely no
problem with a man being rich. In the process of getting rich and staying rich he creates jobs. What will the rich man do with his money? He can spend only a relatively small
amount on himself, so he re-invests it, usually in his business, and this creates jobs and wealth for everyone down-the-line. Bill Gates created millions of jobs and is also doing
a wonderful job of philanthropy, as did Carnegie, Mellon, and numerous others. A dollar generated by a successful business turns over multiple times and thereby enriches
I want to get ahead based on my own ability and hard work. I don’t want the government to take my money and manage it unwisely for my retirement. I prefer the
government to offer tax incentives to encourage individual retirement savings. I don’t want Politicians to assume that they can manage my life better than I can manage it
I don’t want a handout as long as I can work. I don’t want the government to take my money and give it to someone else. I would like to make the choice myself as to
where I want to spend my money to help others. And I don’t want to pay for someone’s twelve kids to go to school when I have limited my family to a size that I can afford.
I believe the family is the backbone of a healthy society. I believe parents have a primary responsibility for the health and welfare of their children. In general, parents
know and love their children best. Parents' wishes should therefore be given top priority. Parents should be involved in decisions that affect their children, such as which
materials public schools expose to them, and whether their children undergo potentially dangerous medical procedures, like abortions. I do not believe in abortion except in
cases where the mother’s welfare warrants a termination. This would include rape and incest, as these certainly would impact on the well-being of the mother, and also the child.
Unlike pure conservatives, I no longer believe in the death penalty. It has been proven that too many innocent people have been wrongly sentenced to death. Our justice
system, while better than most, is far from perfect. Further; I do not believe that man has the right to take another's life. Life in prison is an adequate punishment and
I believe all people have value. We should, through local government, churches and private social organizations, reach out to help needy neighbors who should not need to
depend on the inefficient and bureaucratic federal and state governments to care for them.
I do not hate homosexuals, contrary to leftist propaganda. In fact, many conservative groups offer ministries to reach out to the homosexual community. Strong
conservatives believe that homosexuality is not inborn, that environmental factors contribute to the development of same-sex attractions. I do not agree with this view. I
believe it is a direct result of something going awry in the development of the fetus, and therefore the individual has no control over his/her sexual persuasion. I do not believe
in gay marriage, although I do believe there should me a method whereby a gay couple could form a contractual arrangement to be eligible for certain rights afforded married
I see nothing wrong with prayer in school and I strongly advocate it. I'm certain a common prayer could be drafted which would cover all religions.
R. Blair Savage 2011
My Love I Must Touch
As I walk thru the kitchen, my love is there
A glint of sunlight brightens her hair
I love this woman so very much
And as I pass, her cheek I touch
We meet again in a little while
In the hallway she tosses me a smile
There’s room to pass within the space
But I crowd a bit and I kiss her face
She rests on the couch at the end of day
And behind that couch is a passage-way
As I trod that path to our bedroom lair
I can never resist, I must touch her hair
Why is it that I cannot pass
Without a touch for my pretty lass
I find it impossible to pass her by
Without a pat, perhaps on her thigh
Or, a stroke of a finger, across her back
Perchance a rub on her arm, there’s never a lack
Of places to touch my beauty fair
Who rushes my heart with a passion rare
R. B. Savage 6-22-2008
Our Grandson, Tony, is a career Navy guy. We are extremely proud of
him. He spent some time on the USS Nimtz (pictured below center).
He's been on the ground in both Iraq and Afghanistan twice and
came home with a Purple Heart for injuries sustained when an IED
exploded beneath his vehicle.
Why does my body grow older every day
Why don’t I stay young in a youthful sort of way
And I’d like to know the logic applied
To the aging of my dad, and just why he died
Dad was solid, full of energy and tough, in his prime
But as the years took their toll I watched his body
At sixty-seven his heart began to sputter and choke
An artery was clogged and that big heart simply broke
He survived the attack, lived eighteen more years
Before the injury won and we shed so many tears
But why did it happen to a body once strong
And eighty-five years is not very long
Oh, eighty-five sounded ancient when I was but twenty
But now my world seems to no longer hold plenty
For at seventy and two my life limit nears
To what a man may expect as a total of years
Science has part of the answer, there’s a reason they say
Why we age bit by bit and grow old day by day
Medical research has proven with nary a doubt
That telomeres grow shorter, that’s the reason, they
Mister telomere resides on the itty-bitty chromosome
Which lives in the cell – the place it calls home
He’s a tiny little squirt, but does he ever have clout
For it’s his loss of length that finally knocks us out
I Used to Hunt
I don't anymore - haven't for a long time. I didn't kill
anything that I didn't eat and it's more work than I want to
do now. To get a big animal from woods to table and to do
everything necessary to ensure tasty meat takes more
effort than I'm willing to expend these days. The beautiful
whitetail shown here is one I killed on the upper end of a
place we used to have in West Virginia.
I really liked that hat. Don't know what ever happened to it.
My political persuasion: Somewhere between Conservative,
Libertarian and Centrist. I guess I'm a Conlibertrist..
Five daughters and a wife.
Do I believe in God?
Is there a God above me, watching over my welfare?
Is there a God around me providing tender, loving care?
Do I pray to God each evening after turning off my light?
Do I ask he bless my loved ones - keep them safely in his sight?
Yes, there is a God above me; I know it in my heart
Yes, he is all around me and he’s loved me from the start
Yes, I pray to him each night and sometimes in the light of day
Yes, I pray for all my loved ones, who mean more than I can say
From where God came I know not – where he lives is mystery
Science claims eleven dimensions of which only four are real to me
Could my God be in a dimension which I simply cannot breech?
Am I close enough to touch him if only I knew where I should reach?
Theoretical physics theory is far more then my mind can grasp
Conceiving eleven dimensions is a daunting and formidable task
And they theorize many universes, some so close we might step
Might one of them be heaven and it’s just beyond my view?
They tell us that our universe is made of seventy per-cent dark matter
What it is they know not, but it causes much scientific chatter
Perhaps this is where our heaven is, where God sits on his throne
This matter which reflects no light, could it be where God calls home?
So many possibilities, so few answers for mankind
We spend so much time searching for solutions we cannot find
I have a hunch we’ll find the key when this dimension we abort
And cross into God’s kingdom where we’ll stand before his court
Violet Lois Bucklew Savage
Above and below, Samantha Florence Stevenson Bucklew.
She went by, Florence
| Florence's Father;
John William Stevenson,
Civil War Vet.
| John W's Parents;
Ann and Robert Stevenson.
My G, G, Grandparents
My Mom, Violet Lois Bucklew Savage and a bit of her ancestry
A few of the Savage clan circa 1977.
The Old Taxi Man
Knurled hands wrap around the old taxi cab wheel
Knobby knuckles harbor pain which the old hands feel
But the old timer still carries a twinkle in his eyes
Eyes as blue as the blue in the Caribbean skies
His head juts forward as his eyes cast about
His neck stiff and bent – the joints worn out
He coaxes the old cab as it chugs up the heights
His eyes scanning the road for interesting sights
His tales are as colored as the churning sea below
Stories of adventure, of glory and woe
Some yarns are his own and some borrowed I’m sure
But all are told with enthusiasm heightened and pure
It is Creole he speaks as he zigs and he zags
And as he tells of his island he boasts and he brags
We allow him this pleasure to show off his land
As he points out mountains and long stretches of sand
His love for this island comes through loud and clear
And if he ever must leave her it will be fatal I fear
Though he complains of the roads, high taxes and such
He is staunch in his support of the French and the Dutch
The island is split down the middle – one half to each
Two countries share it – both mountains and beach
There’s no guard at the border with sidearm on hip
Just small signs on each side which read; “Have a nice trip”
My dollar buys well on the Dutch side of the land
While only the euro will the French take out of hand
Still the islanders are loyal to this small haven in the sea
Their unity is remarkable and marvelous to see
With our tour over the old cab limps back to the pier
I pay the wrinkled hands as I hold back a tear
I’ll remember this ride with a remarkable guy
On a sunny December day under a St. Martin sky
| Florence's Mother;
Emaline Jones Stevenson
|John William Stevenson,
Civil War portrait.
Milton Jackson "Jack" Savage
with second wife, Florence
Myers about 1913. Unfortunately,
I have no picture of Jack's first
wife and my father's mother,
Olive Mae Fike.
Three ages of my Dad, Russell Milton Savage
Me, a raw recruit in 1953 at Fort Knox, KY. I spent 8 years in the
Army Reserve, first in the 783rd Ordnance Light Maintenance
Company, 83rd. Inf. Div., in Akron, Ohio and later in the 459th
Transportation Company in Garfield, Ohio.
The function of the 459th was landings of troops, equipment and
supplies with an amphibious truck designated; the DUKW.
The "Guess Who" Section
Constituted 2 June 1943 in the Army
of the United States as the 459th
Amphibian Truck Company.
Reorganized and re-designated 28
October 1953 as the 459th
|A hike to Triple Falls
with the grand kids.
I lost my older brother in 2014. He died the day before his 87th birthday.
Darwin Maxwell Savage joined the Navy in early 1945 at the age of seventeen.
I was ten when his ship, The USS Henrico left San Francisco for the war with
Japan in the South Pacific. I was afraid we would never see him again, but the
war ended before his ship reached its destination and it returned to the
States without having any engagement with the enemy. Dar's war was over
before it started.
|Left is T.S. "Sherd" Bucklew and Florence. In front is my father, Russell Savage
| Christine Watkins Bucklew,
mother of T.S. Bucklew, wife
of Andrew Jackson Bucklew.
She was my G. Grandmother.
Arrrr Matie, I'll be a hoping the page here
were not a cause of ya succumbing
to any serious boredom, or such!
Here's a Grandson with his Dad and Mom. He holds the Hudson
High record for most interceptions. He played both offense and
defense. Obviously gets his good-looks from Mom!
A grandson. He's
unique in that he can
touch his navel with
his tongue. At right he
is with his best friend
| Us with no. 1 grandson.
| Number 1 son-in-law and sons.
| Number 1 daughter and hubby.
This handsome brute
is a very bright grandson.
| Number 2 daughter and family.
My name is Russell Blair Savage, but I've always been called by my middle name, Blair. I was named
after my father, Russell Milton Savage
I was born and spent my childhood in Monongalia County, West Virginia. My family moved to Ohio in
1951 and I remained there until I retired in 1995. After retirement, my wife and I have lived in West
Virginia, Florida, North Carolina and recently returned to Florida.
From the time I was a small boy, living in a grimy coal mining hollow in West Virginia (Dad was a coal
miner for 31 years) I wondered where my Savage family had originated. We knew the name of our
great, grandfather, Nelson Savage, but that was it.
In the mining camps, as they were called then, I played with boys who were of various ethnic
bloodlines and I was intrigued that they knew their nationality, while I hadn't a clue as to mine. So it
was natural for me to, one day, begin the search. Now we know that my Savage ancestor came from
England - and I'd like very much to determine from where in that country he came and who were his
After years of research I traced my Savage line back to Thomas Savage and recorded in book form
as much information as I could on each one of those Savage guys from me back to Thomas. The
father of my wife, Marilyn, was also a coal miner. She spent her childhood in a small mining
community in Clay County, West Virginia. Her family moved to Ohio when she was a teenager.
We live in Boynton Beach, Florida.
Now a working man.
These are Russell Milton Savage's Maternal G. G.
Grandparents, Reverend Jacob Thomas and his wife,
Mary Fike Thomas.They were parents of Sara Thomas
who married Adam Rosenberger. Sara and Adam had a
daughter, Susanna who married Isaiah Fike. Susanna
and Isaiah were the parents of Russell's mother, Olive
Tha, tha, tha, that's all folks!!!!
2010. Mom was later arrested for
violating child labor laws.
| Four mud hens played while dad fished in the Oswayo River.
that might be my number 4 daughter.
Rev. Milton Jackson Savage was
a Pentecostal Minister and when
I was a youngster, was referred
to as the Bishop of a branch of
the church in West Virginia and
From Wikipedia: Pentecostalism
or Classical Pentecostalism is a
renewal movement  within
Protestant  Christianity that
places special emphasis on a
direct personal experience of God
through the baptism with the Holy
Spirit. The term Pentecostal is
derived from Pentecost, the Greek
name for the Jewish Feast of
Weeks. For Christians, this event
commemorates the descent of the
Holy Spirit upon the followers of
Jesus Christ, as described in the
second chapter of the Book of
|This section is for my extended
family; Siblings, Nieces, Nephews,
|Venice in the water taxi.
with mom and dad. Aug. 2018
A very, very, very old trio from Falmouth, Maine.
This pretty girl is our
Granddaughter, She's a CPA.
A little older now
| Number 5 daughter and family
| Number 3 daughter with husband and son.
| Milton's father, Nelson