Remembering Bunky Pt 2


My friend and boss Bunky Reges ran a vinyl siding business. He passed away this past week. He was well respected by all of us who worked for him. Yesterday my post shared a little of who Bunky was and what he accomplished in his life.  Today I am going to share some photos of those of us who worked with him and appreciated the opportunity to work for him and with him.

Life at Siding Associates


Our secretary Lenn


Mr. Ed our delivery and pick up man.


Lydia and Lenn keeping everything straight for the companyIMG_0042

I managed the retail sales to customers


Dan was our sales associate and office man.


Our salesman Clay Labeau and his vintage Studebaker truck below


Our business Siding Associates




Bunky was the hardest working man I have ever known.

Rest in Peace My Friend


My good friend and former boss died this past week. It was very sad to hear the news. He was a great person to work for and a great person to learn from. Those of us who loved him will miss him greatly. This is my tribute to him as I reflect on my experiences with him.



Friend brother and boss

Hardworking hard driving visionary

Always looking at the bigger picture

Seeing things many could not comprehend

Organizer manager salesman

Making things work no matter what

Loyal to friends big hearted caring

Church builder engineer and architect

Got things done made things happen

Project planner a stickler for detail

A lifetime of experience a lifetime of stories

Always accompanied by a big hearty laugh

Old school in his thinking rubbed some the wrong way

Cultural attitudes carried over from childhood

Loved singing in the choir

Amazing Betty Jo survived the both of us


Never too busy to laugh and talk with his employees

Sent Mr. Ed for biscuits from Oak Level Café

Ask him a question he had an answer

Usually a very good one

Ask him about his past and he would spin a yarn a mile long

Tales of farming and raising chickens

Hunting and a still down by Pig Bottom creek

Crop dusting close calls

Working for Heinz Pickles in the cucumber business

Stories of pulling tusks out of hogs

Running a convenience store in Nashville

Stories of seeing Celia at Red Oak school

for the very first time

Knowing right then

She was the cutest little girl he had ever seen

Losing his sense of taste in the Chemistry Lab

at Red Oak High School

Marrying young and lived upstairs in his parents’ house

Eating mama’s biscuits sopped with molasses

Made a meal a feast

Riding with son Chris on the biggest Ford tractor in Nashville

Letting Chris drive it in the field when he was very young

Almost too small to reach the peddles

looking like it was driving itself

Stories of the little church on Clinton Court

Sunday evenings singings that never stopped

He and Celia going with Marvin and Betty Jo

to Hardies for ice cream after church

Implanting the vision to build Englewood Assembly

Drawing the plans and seeing it come about

as everyone joined in

Investing his money into the project to help make it happen

Meeting Augustine and his crew for the first time

as the sheetrock was going up

A mutual relationship that lasted many years

as they continued to help each other


Proud of his girls Tammy and Terri

who stepped in to help

when the business was in a crunch

When folks had a need he often stepped in to help

Bunky was not perfect

He was not a saint

He was like all the rest of us

Saved by the grace of God

Made perfect in his sight

Rest in peace my friend!



















I have the most beautiful female cardinals in the woods behind my house. The orange accents on the beak and tail remind me of the bright lipstick that Taylor Swift always wears. This morning I got to watch a young one primping on the branch of the willow tree at the edge of my yard. It was really special to watch all the different moves she had as she fluffed and primped. I got my camera and snapped several photos. See what you think!

Definitely Poetry in Motion!!










Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Inspiration Unchecked


Inspiration lies within and must get out

Not something one can help it is always there

Expression occurs in many ways

Some on planted buildings others on rolling trains

A work of unbridled inspiration

That under great pressure forms art

Of rich beauty appreciated by some

Unique and expressive it tells the world

Look Look I am here I have something to say

I matter




Photos: Dwight L. Roth






Saturday Visitors


A new swallowtail came by today. It is different from the one I had a couple of weeks ago. That one had a chunk out of its wingtip. It was interesting to watch as it flitted from flower to flower. The sun was washing out some of the yellow in its wings but they are still beautiful.

Along with the swallowtail were a little flock of finches that stopped to eat at my feeder. EER_0179




The bumble bee has been steadily working on the Cosmos flowers in my garden.








Words Last Forever

Some words are remembered forever

Tattooed on our mind

Words of resolve…”We the People…”

Words backed by commitment sacrifice and death

Words connect to the heart

“I Love you” spoken for the first time

Remembered forever in our mind

“It was the best of times It was the worst of times”

Introductions to stories we will never forget

Words of compassion for the loss of a loved one

Create a bond that remains to the end

“Four score and seven years ago…”

Lincoln’s address at Gettysburg

Honored those who died in that bloody conflict

Words never spoken are also remembered

Parents who never said “I love you”

Regrets for a lifetime once they have passed

Words of degradation and meant to hurt

Embedded like splinters in the brain

Chronic irritations that never go away

But can be forgiven

The importance of our words is

A great responsibility that changes lives

What kind of words do you impart

Words of hurt or words of hope

Make the world a better place

With words that build encourage and help

Bring people together

Words of healing and forgiveness

Bringing life and light to all


Fall Iris Blooming

Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Letters From Trenton


Can you imagine the stories that were told after General George Washington defeated the British at the Battle of Trenton?  His small band of revolutionary soldiers crossed the icy Deleware River on that cold Christmas eve to catch the British off guard. There was no public media back then. Just the town crier. They did have a post office of sorts and mailed letters told the stories.

I find that personal mail in an envelope with a stamp on it far outweighs any social media communications. Our Grandchildren and their children will probably look at our cursive writing like we do Old English writing of our great grandparents.

This is a project I worked on this week. The theme of the stamp art above evolved from the photo in the middle which also happens to have a set of stamps embedded in the picture. An interesting thing I discovered is that other countries like to create stamps that have special events, US  Presidents, or British kings on them.  The two big stamps on this one are like that. On this one I tried to include many famous US people from the past. I have three more of the patriotic theme stamps in this set that I hope to work on in the coming weeks. The set of four large stamps sets were stuck together and slightly damaged, so they could not be sold as prime condition. I soaked them in a pan of water and a little dish soap and they came apart without too much difficulty.

Stamp Art: Dwight L. Roth



Sometimes it takes a lifetime to shape us into the person we need to become. In the marriage relationship both partners at times want to shape the other person into their idea of what works for them. It usually does not work. We bump and grind until the rough edges are worn away. Some don’t make it. Those who do find that over time and with interaction a polishing effect takes away some of the harshness of demanding their own way. This poems attempts to illustrate that evolution.

My Own Piece of Clay

From the day we are born

Our crying screams

Change everyone’s lives

Shape everyone’s dreams

Demanding care for our wants and needs

Life is a struggle between two lumps of clay

Shaping each other in their own way

Shaping them into their own image

What a shock to find how fragilely we slip

Our crumbling creations in tightly held grip

Crushed by selfish lack of understanding

Fragile Egos like dust in the grinder

We are really hard rocks in a tumbler

Rolling and tossing against one another

Bumping and grinding smoothing and shaping

Letting the chips fall

Finally after a lifetime of interaction

The gems we have become hold our attraction

Full of beauty, our own true shining colors

Jewels for the crown of our creator


(Adapted from a song by Marvin Gay)

Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Back to Basics


Did you ever have a painting that was OK but just did not feel right. That was the case with this painting of downtown Waxhaw, NC. I painted this one about six months ago. Something in the original picture was not working for me, so I put it back on the easel and began revising. I enlarged and added more color to the Crape Myrtles and lightened up the hedge and center trees.  I pushed the center trees back toward the water tower. The foreground grass and hedge gave me a hard time. They were just not coming out right. Then I began to think back to my many views of Bob Ross and the way he did his paintings. It needed some black. When I began to apply some of those basic fundamentals things began to come together.

Originally I was painting from a photo I took. It rarely works. I was trying to paint to exactly like the photo and it did not work.  You must paint the picture not the photograph. The painting will let you know what works. If it is not exactly like the photo it does not matter. This is the end result. I feel much better with this one.

Dwight L. Roth

Irma’s Wrath

Irma’s Wrath

Wonder what ran through her mind

As Irma rumbled west from Africa

Temperature rising as she remembered

All the ways man takes no thought for tomorrow

Wasting precious resources fighting for more

Cutting down the rainforest that cooled a continent

Ravaging the land in search of precious Gold

Nature’s fury became Irma’s wrath

Barreling across hot waters in the Atlantic

Running like a firewalker across hot coals

Building up steam as she thought of all the trees

Raging at the thought of a throw-away society

Living beyond its means always expecting more

Irma thought of the houses built on the sand

Knowing she could whip them away in an instant

With the tail of a giant dragon spewing water-fire

Reaching islands’ land fall she ripped up trees thinking

Some men think they are God in control of their lives

I’ll show them what pawns they are as they run for their lives

Queen Irma the Terrible rode the back of Cuba

Like a bronco buster on an unbroken horse

An eight-second ride with an exponent of five-hundred

Chasing Floridians on interstates like the running of the bulls

Snorting Irma raging on their tails as they fled

Switching up from an end run to go right up the middle

Stripping the coast bare like a ravaged whore

Leaving nothing but scars and devastation left for dead

Having her way she moved north running out of steam

Switching plays once again as she drives to the left

Leaving only heavy breathing and tears of remorse

Is there any forgiveness for Irma?

Perhaps temporary insanity!