My name is Earl D. Jones, also known as Kolar Rasmehlier and K'lar Rasmehlier. I've always had a passion for Viking culture, since my ancestry is Danish Viking. I also have a passion for Star Trek, Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series, and Robert Asprin's Horse Clans series. One of my most favorite writers is Robert E. Howard, creator of the "Conan" series, and my characters often resemble Howard's hero. I fell in love with the head-long plunging style and the larger-than-life hero types.

My own writing tended to be seldom and sketchy until meeting the people who run this site a few years ago. Since then, I have enjoyed an abundance of inspiration, hunting and pecking my way through with some of the best writers in the field. I have managed to publish only a few short Sci-Fi stories, but things are looking up. I also have some ability with ghost stories and Science Fiction.

I am one of the original "trekkies" from the 60's. I often appear at conventions, in full Klingon costume and makeup, as the commander of my own international Star Trek Fan Club based on Klingon culture. I am known to fellow Klin as Thought-General Kolar epetai-Rasmehlier, a nasty old battle-hardened veteran Klingon Marine who probably should have died honorably many years ago. I have signed almost as many autographs as Worf (Michael Dorn), and have been captured on film with Gowron (Robert O'Rielly), Barbara Marsh and Gwyneth Walsh (the Duras sisters Lursa and Be'tor), and even being kissed by Lt. Saavik (Robin Curtis).

As to my personal facts, I am a balding 57-year-old father of three and grandfather of 6, happily married for 33 years. I currently live in Felicity, in a rural area of southern Ohio. I was born in the small town of Mt. Sterling, KY, in 1944, and moved to Cincinnati, Ohio after 12 years. I graduated high school in 1963, just in time to enlist in the US Army and wind up in Viet Nam during 1965 and 1966. I came home in June 1966, and met my wife at a Civil Air Patrol meeting, in 1967. We were married on June 1, 1968.

Since then, I have been the president of the Ohio UFO Investigator's League, and Overlord of my own Viking Mercenary, SCA household, a blacksmith, weaponsmith, and continuing student of medieval history and culture. I have been a buckskinner, professional hunter and fisherman, and a typical, under-paid factory employee as well as an ABE/GED school teacher, with math and sciences being my field of expertise. My favorite pasttime is to be pecking at the keyboard of my home-brewed computer, and playing with certain robotics plans and functions programs.

(Courtesy Kara Dione)

 

 

Godspeed...My Friend

 

Tread no more now...
this Earthly Sphere
leave all cares and woes
 behind you here
No more to be shackled in pain
 ...here below on this lowly plain
Soar now…among the stars...
...free to wander where you may
...always finding happiness
 in each and every day
and looking up among the stars...
 I will think of you
and remember always...
 a kind friend...
that I once knew...

© Faye Sizemore 8/21/2004

For Earl D. Jones

Melancholy Joy

Melancholy, melancholy...another friend has

gone to join his warrior brethren on high…

Beat the drum slowly - murmur the expected

words of solace…

 

He is free now of earthly limitations, soaring

unencumbered above the mundane cares of

the living - free of spirit and light of heart -

And yet, we mourn…

 

Though the end may have long been expected

and anticipated, still it wrenches at the inner

recesses of the heart, the warm places where

real love dwells.

 

We mourn as much for ourselves as for this

departed friend and relative. How to fill the

suddenly aching void? Memories are

poor substitutes for the living being.

 

Earl, what can now enliven where your vibrancy

once uniquely sang and shone and pulsed?

We wish you well and rejoice in your renewed

vitality and freedom:

 

But still...how we wish you had not

gone just yet.

 

© 8/21/2004 Thurman P. Woodfork

...for Earl D. Jones

U.S. Army ~ Viet Nam Veteran

 

 

I AM ~~#25

 

I AM

 

sadness;

an emptiness

composed of loss,

and fear ~

 

I AM hope,

anger and eyes

too dry to weep a tear.

 

I AM

aware of my mortality

aware of the hopeful Beginning

and the bittersweet End;

 

I AM

 

the death of a man

called

Friend.

 

© Christina 9-04

In Memory of our Friend, Earl Jones.

Painting: Guardian Angel by Ford

 

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