[NOTE: Prior to launching this blog – paulorear.com – I had a blog entitled “Silly Old Bear”. Most of the content of that blog was merged with this one, leaving Silly Old Bear defunct. The article below was taken from the “About” page at Silly Old Bear. I wanted to post it here in order to preserve it before taking down the old blog. The graphic above served as the masthead at Silly Old Bear.]
A few cars stopped to see if the little boy wanted a ride, but he said “No” between sobs. Finally, his father and two of his brothers came walking down the road looking for him, found him, and took him back to the campsite.
That little boy was me.
So began an autobiographical speech that I gave in Mr. Howell’s Eighth Grade Speech Class at William Adams Junior High School in Alice, Texas (back in the day).
I have fond memories of those camping trips to the Smoky Mountains. The scenery was amazing, especially for a young boy from South Texas. The walk to the top of Clingman’s Dome seemed like it took days, but the view was breathtaking!
And then there were the bears. The only place I had ever seen bears before was in the zoo. These bears, however, were not behind bars. They were black bears, not huge by bear standards, but certainly big enough by five-year-old-little-boy standards.
One night, some bears came romping through our campsite looking for food. From my tent I could hear them rummaging through the trash cans just a few feet away.
Another time, we were out driving, sightseeing, when we came to a place where cars were stopped in the road. We soon discovered why. Bears. Several black bears had decided that the paved road was a perfect place for an afternoon stroll. One bear was lying on his back along the side of the road, scratching his belly. Silly old bear!
During those same boyhood years in South Texas, I developed quite a fondness for another “silly old bear”, Winnie-the-Pooh (from the writings of British author A. A. Milne). Pooh bumbled his way through life, always looking for his next smackerel of honey. His innocence and naivete endeared him to me, and I loved the consistent sense of calm joy that characterized this Bear of Very Little Brain (and of Very Huge Heart). I want to be like Pooh!
And so I have entitled this little website adventure, “Silly Old Bear”. Through these pages, I hope to share with you some of my own bumblings through life, and the simple things that bring joy and peace and comfort to this Person of Very Little Brain. Hopefully I will say something that will touch your heart, or make you smile (or even laugh), or remind you of how beautiful your life really is. Thank you for joining me on this adventure.