The moon was full, the hour late, When the phone call came
Your Father's family homestead Has been consumed by flame!
The folks are safe, the fire put out; but don't, just yet, come 'round -
Since we're all adjusting To the house done down to ground.
Not quite a hundred years ago, On a finer day,
Big Jim Smith, "The Chief", had brought his "Else" To live and love and stay!
His six-foot-four, her four-foot-six, Borne lightly in his arms,
Would work, and bear, and laugh and fight And work the little farm. Read More
fun thing for Thanksgiving weekend improvisation Read More
Peter Hollen and Jackie Evancho sing a pretty a capella version of Leonard Cohen's iconic "Hallelujah" - this year at YouTube for the holidays ......find it if you can. I think I wrote this "Variation on the Theme" for a memorial to the author's passing this November 7th
This is late being posted because of "'Air-kyool" - Hercule Poirot. And I feel fine about it. Some things are important. Marathoning a series is valid in this case - my life is in flux and it is a fine and affordable distraction; and a lesson in authorship for any writer, and a quality engagement. To me, it is an honor thing - he completed the entire series, a thing not easily done! Bravo! But for me, it is just the epression of it all at this phase of things, of my passion for the mystery-thriller of quality since childhood- so do not gloat, Monsieur! I just happened to be going that way. Read More
Gramps, called "The Chief", celebrated his Saint Patrick's Day Birthday with his darling wife of 50 years, seven sons, one tiny daughter, their families and a lifetime of friends, associates and neighbors. The line of party visitors began at dawn andended at midnight. Those days are passed, but their abundance is mine always to share! Have some! Read More
. Difficult time with step parents ended and she self-educated to become the grandest in wifehood, motherhood and personhood , in spite of challenges later. She took big downs and rallied to win thru every time. And fun in all of it for us all! Read More
So I feel the stories might be worth sharing - they should really not be lost now that she is leaving us.
Fairfield Connecticut is nickname heaven and Mother has enjoyed several of them.
It was no fluke that our Mother, Albina was an early CyberSenior ! After thirty years of "fine online" , the Southport Belle aged out of most computing, two years ago at 88 and due to her TTY machine daily in the late seventies and eighties, upgrading to computer and SKYPE was a breeze! Cyber Senior in her own right - she felt no lack of tech support. Both parents were tech apt and our Father's hands made the gold foil you see on the Lunar landing module at the first moon landing July 20, 1969. . I code, and could help, and my son was world-class IT and daughter nearby worked online enough to be able to run to Gram's to unfreeze a thing. IN a hearing aid since the 1950s the internet opened up the world for my Mother again - no more mistakes understanding people, thanks to emails and Skpe to let her lipread perfectly. A triumph that gave her years of life I am sure. Read More
At ninety, there is no shame: “the bones and joints” won’t let her set her own hair anyway, so more fun at the hairdresser is in order. My sister sent Mother’s curlers to me. No fair - the memories! Just curlers- as with all "the little things" - a curlers story: Read More
Someone sent the card to me as an artshow ad, and it started my own thought on the subject of such a basic dichotomy. I took it off my postings board and began to carry it, then folded and glue-stick-ed it, so that it worked like flipping a coin. I left it in my wallet/datebook, loose, so that I could not predict which side would show itself to me in the course of a day. It has been a moment's help, over and over again. May you will find it useful, too! Read More