Imagine the creator as a stand up comedian---and at once the world becomes understandable.
H.L. Mencken
Does this help your day???
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
P.S.
Forgot another important memory....Boot Hill.
When one walks into Beck's back door....which should really be called the front door as it's the one that everyone uses. Front doors are a thing of the past these days. Well, one greets the washer and dryer, the pantry and......"BOOT HILL."
Everyone sheds the boots right here. By the time the sunsets in the West....the boots have piled high and we have boot hill. I was thinking....wouldn't that make a good story. There's left boots for the left foot...right boots for the right foot. Now , wouldn't it be fun to tell a little story about each Being who finally finds their own left and right boot to match and get the set onto the left and right foot ready to continue on with their journey? I'll have to do some thinking on that one.
neysa
When one walks into Beck's back door....which should really be called the front door as it's the one that everyone uses. Front doors are a thing of the past these days. Well, one greets the washer and dryer, the pantry and......"BOOT HILL."
Everyone sheds the boots right here. By the time the sunsets in the West....the boots have piled high and we have boot hill. I was thinking....wouldn't that make a good story. There's left boots for the left foot...right boots for the right foot. Now , wouldn't it be fun to tell a little story about each Being who finally finds their own left and right boot to match and get the set onto the left and right foot ready to continue on with their journey? I'll have to do some thinking on that one.
neysa
memories
Hi Ya'All~~~!
Yeah, I know it's been awhile since I blog---ed. Been awhile since I've been with 'Sam' who is my computer friend. Guess I've been busy out saving more memories. I have somewhere close to ..lets say.. looking at 90 years, before long, of them stored away in my 'memory lane' .... that nitch that's hid away in one's brain.
Finally packed up my 'diaper bags' for the old babes and made it up to Connie's for Thanksgiving. I was treated like a Queen. Had my own bedroom, plus my own private bathroom, gained a few pounds as I was being fed constantly and events were planned to fill the time ever so quickly. Each day I was taken to one of the grandkids homes and was able to see how each lived and acted in their own homes. Each has a special spot. I had wanted this experience for years. Now I can make memories of each family and put them in their own daily world. Connie and Lanny did the planning to make sure my flight from 'My Cave" was what I would want.
Funny how their Idaho world was big. Their homes had space...beautiful settings...wild nature was everywhere. Being raised in the mountains made memories more special and I had the feeling of being young again and returning 'Home.' I'm really just a barefoot, wild, mountain lass at heart. City life was never for me.
Another thing about 'big'.. the TV's were big and each place they appeared bigger. The davenports became bigger and bigger and seemed to resemble movie places for their entertainment. Now I came from the world of 'Dinky.' The things in my cave are dinky. Stuff left over from the past...way past. My big world turned to dinky the older I became and I will end this conversation by saying
"I'm grateful for my Dinky World as it's far better than a nursing home." There comes this time in one's life when their best friend 'your car' and your health is what's left in your world and one is thankful for what is left. Then is when Memories make up one's life.
I stuffed myself with Lanny's famous Popcorn the very first night. You have to taste that special treat if you go to the Beck's. I will report on the visits to each home as time goes on. The Thanksgiving Dinner was a ... you all know what holiday dinners consist of. It went over with a bang except Lance didn't get his mom's rolls. His mom had been too busy running me around making memories to make rolls...forgive me Lance. Anyway, I had a thought. Come your birthday Lance, Connie should give a 'roll party' just for you.
There was a funny moment that made for a giggle memory. The turkey. For some reason the big guy didn't take long to cook. Guess he wasn't in the mood for Thanksgiving. Perhaps he wanted to join the 23 wild turkeys running free in the yard....whatever his reason...when Connie and I peeked into the roaster there lay the most forlorn, boney turkey one would ever see. I thought..."Oh lordy, it has Ostoporosis like me." It was the easiest turkey to debone that I'll ever see again. Have you seen the commercial on TV...the gal takes the lid off the turkey setting in the middle of the table....there sits this burnt up boney turkey and the lady says " It's Taco Time."
I want to thank you all for the wonderful Thanksgiving vacation.
Before I leave you again...What is Memory anyway??? Where does it come from? When does it begin? Does it have an ending?
Is it sparks of God's energy that are Joy, Sadness...are they ghosts to be lived, to learn by, and then be buried and put to rest in the Heavens of God? Does one bury the ghosts and go on living in other forms of energy.
I'm getting to the age where perhaps someday I can answer these questions. Perhaps its the journey of a lifetime. Perhaps they are what one leaves to be remembered.
gami
Yeah, I know it's been awhile since I blog---ed. Been awhile since I've been with 'Sam' who is my computer friend. Guess I've been busy out saving more memories. I have somewhere close to ..lets say.. looking at 90 years, before long, of them stored away in my 'memory lane' .... that nitch that's hid away in one's brain.
Finally packed up my 'diaper bags' for the old babes and made it up to Connie's for Thanksgiving. I was treated like a Queen. Had my own bedroom, plus my own private bathroom, gained a few pounds as I was being fed constantly and events were planned to fill the time ever so quickly. Each day I was taken to one of the grandkids homes and was able to see how each lived and acted in their own homes. Each has a special spot. I had wanted this experience for years. Now I can make memories of each family and put them in their own daily world. Connie and Lanny did the planning to make sure my flight from 'My Cave" was what I would want.
Funny how their Idaho world was big. Their homes had space...beautiful settings...wild nature was everywhere. Being raised in the mountains made memories more special and I had the feeling of being young again and returning 'Home.' I'm really just a barefoot, wild, mountain lass at heart. City life was never for me.
Another thing about 'big'.. the TV's were big and each place they appeared bigger. The davenports became bigger and bigger and seemed to resemble movie places for their entertainment. Now I came from the world of 'Dinky.' The things in my cave are dinky. Stuff left over from the past...way past. My big world turned to dinky the older I became and I will end this conversation by saying
"I'm grateful for my Dinky World as it's far better than a nursing home." There comes this time in one's life when their best friend 'your car' and your health is what's left in your world and one is thankful for what is left. Then is when Memories make up one's life.
I stuffed myself with Lanny's famous Popcorn the very first night. You have to taste that special treat if you go to the Beck's. I will report on the visits to each home as time goes on. The Thanksgiving Dinner was a ... you all know what holiday dinners consist of. It went over with a bang except Lance didn't get his mom's rolls. His mom had been too busy running me around making memories to make rolls...forgive me Lance. Anyway, I had a thought. Come your birthday Lance, Connie should give a 'roll party' just for you.
There was a funny moment that made for a giggle memory. The turkey. For some reason the big guy didn't take long to cook. Guess he wasn't in the mood for Thanksgiving. Perhaps he wanted to join the 23 wild turkeys running free in the yard....whatever his reason...when Connie and I peeked into the roaster there lay the most forlorn, boney turkey one would ever see. I thought..."Oh lordy, it has Ostoporosis like me." It was the easiest turkey to debone that I'll ever see again. Have you seen the commercial on TV...the gal takes the lid off the turkey setting in the middle of the table....there sits this burnt up boney turkey and the lady says " It's Taco Time."
I want to thank you all for the wonderful Thanksgiving vacation.
Before I leave you again...What is Memory anyway??? Where does it come from? When does it begin? Does it have an ending?
Is it sparks of God's energy that are Joy, Sadness...are they ghosts to be lived, to learn by, and then be buried and put to rest in the Heavens of God? Does one bury the ghosts and go on living in other forms of energy.
I'm getting to the age where perhaps someday I can answer these questions. Perhaps its the journey of a lifetime. Perhaps they are what one leaves to be remembered.
gami
Sunday, November 16, 2008
bad piece
Whoops....I see it's been awhile since I tuned into my blog....been sort of under the weather and going through a time of 'things breaking down if I touch anything.' It must be Holiday Time. I get in strange moods that time of the year.....be back soon.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
another Piece
Morning all my Greats~~~!
I watched a Parrot talking today on Good Morning America. It reminded me of our talking birds and I thought you might like to hear about them.
Our life with birds began with a canary that the next door neighbor gave me as the neighbor was getting to old to care for it. They called it Dickie...Well Dickie Bird just didn't fit the little yellow guy. He was a timid little bird and a beautiful singer. I named him Timothy.
Ronnie was one that roamed the Spokane River banks with a fishing pole and one day he came home with a Crow. The crow had an injured leg and he held it high under his feathers and hopped about on one leg. Ronnie named him Mac. Now Mac didn't talk but he was a wonderful pet. He hopped about with Ronnie everytime he was in the yard and he never hopped away. They would dig worms for Mac to eat together. He rode everywhere on Ronnie's bike handles and would wait outside on the bike while Ronnie ran errands etc. When Ronnie went to Scout camp we took Mac down to Nat Park and gave him to their bird zoo. He had a nice big cage to live in and we would go visit him. One day the cage was filled with black feathers and Mac was gone. Everyone missed Mac. Ronnie was sad.
The next summer Ronnie was down at the river again and some boys were shooting at MagPies. Now a Magpie is a beautiful black and and white bird a little bigger than crows. These boys shot the mom and there were four babies in the nest without a mom anymore. Ronnie brought them all home and we tried to keep them alive but three of them died. Ronnie kept the last one and we called it Maggie as we thought she acted like a girl bird. Maggie wouldn't let anyone take her out of the huge cage in the back yard but Ronnie. I thought it would be fun to try and teach Maggie to talk. People kept saying they had to spit the bird's tongue before they could talk. I didn't believe that. Everyday I would go out to the cage and talk to Maggie...What a smart bird she was. Before the summer was over she could say Ronnie, Water, and then Happy Birthday. Was everyone surprised when she would start calling Ronnie when he'd be out of sight. Then she would say...Ronnie eeeeeee....wat.....errrrrrrrrrr. It was so loud the entire neighborhood would hear it. She didn't stop until Ronnie brought water to her. Then I thought it would be fun to teach her Merry Christmas. It was so funny...it would be a hundred degrees outside and Maggie was screaming Merry Christmas to everything and everyone. Ronnie was just about our of high school by this time and leaving for the Marines. We had to do something about Maggie as she wouldn't let anyone else take her out of the cage. Ronnie decided to take her to the river and turn her loose with other Magpies. This he did and we all missed her. One day I was talking to someone on the phone about some PTA thing at school and this gal said...the darnedest thing is happening. There's a magpie in a tree outside my window and I swear it's hollering Merry Christmas. I must be going crazy. I told her to try and keep it there and I found Ronnie and told him maggie didn't stay by the river. He took off to get Maggie. Maggie flew right to him and back in the cage was Maggies screaming Ronnieeeeeeeeeee. It was now close to Marine time so we decided to take Maggie out to Northwest Seed and they put her in a special cage in the bird room but she wouldn't talk until one of us went out. Chuck, your great grandpa who's in Heaven , had taught her to eat hamburger so if someone gave her the meat she would talk. One week end, Ron was now in the Marines, the girls and I went out to visit Maggie...she was gone. They had promised Ron they wouldn't sell her and he would come get her when he was out of the service. They didn't keep their promise and they sold her to someone. We never got to hear Maggie call for Ronnie again.
Mac and Maggie wasn't all of our bird life. Ronnie had a parakeet named Chipper. He was an inside bird. He rode around on Ronnie's shoulder all the time when he was home. They were together a long time and Chipper did little tricks and things. One night Ronnie was
was reading in bed and Chipper was playing on the bed. Ronnie forgot Chipper was out of the cage and turned off the light and went tosleep. The next morning Ronnie was crying hard and ran upstairs and put a little warm, green dead bird in my hands. Chipper was smothered in the blankets that night. This was the last time that Ron has had birds that I know of. He now has fish and dogs.
Now the girls also had parakeets...about five of them and they also did cute things. They were let out in the family room long enough to play around with their toys and they would all climb in this big pan filled with water and takes their baths. They would really have a big splashy time. Eventually the birds were all gone.
I had many canaries come and go. Just before I moved where I am now I had three. Yogie, Gusto, Thomas. Beautiful singers. They would call whenever I would walk into the house. They would ask to be covered up when they wanted to go to bed at night...they always knew when it was bath time and they would get a big piece of Endive to eat and play with.
All of our birds were precious pets and little souls that added a lot of spirit to our lives. If any of you ever have a pet..treat it well, enjoy it, and learn from it. Your pet will teach you love in a whole new way that you'll never forget....
I watched a Parrot talking today on Good Morning America. It reminded me of our talking birds and I thought you might like to hear about them.
Our life with birds began with a canary that the next door neighbor gave me as the neighbor was getting to old to care for it. They called it Dickie...Well Dickie Bird just didn't fit the little yellow guy. He was a timid little bird and a beautiful singer. I named him Timothy.
Ronnie was one that roamed the Spokane River banks with a fishing pole and one day he came home with a Crow. The crow had an injured leg and he held it high under his feathers and hopped about on one leg. Ronnie named him Mac. Now Mac didn't talk but he was a wonderful pet. He hopped about with Ronnie everytime he was in the yard and he never hopped away. They would dig worms for Mac to eat together. He rode everywhere on Ronnie's bike handles and would wait outside on the bike while Ronnie ran errands etc. When Ronnie went to Scout camp we took Mac down to Nat Park and gave him to their bird zoo. He had a nice big cage to live in and we would go visit him. One day the cage was filled with black feathers and Mac was gone. Everyone missed Mac. Ronnie was sad.
The next summer Ronnie was down at the river again and some boys were shooting at MagPies. Now a Magpie is a beautiful black and and white bird a little bigger than crows. These boys shot the mom and there were four babies in the nest without a mom anymore. Ronnie brought them all home and we tried to keep them alive but three of them died. Ronnie kept the last one and we called it Maggie as we thought she acted like a girl bird. Maggie wouldn't let anyone take her out of the huge cage in the back yard but Ronnie. I thought it would be fun to try and teach Maggie to talk. People kept saying they had to spit the bird's tongue before they could talk. I didn't believe that. Everyday I would go out to the cage and talk to Maggie...What a smart bird she was. Before the summer was over she could say Ronnie, Water, and then Happy Birthday. Was everyone surprised when she would start calling Ronnie when he'd be out of sight. Then she would say...Ronnie eeeeeee....wat.....errrrrrrrrrr. It was so loud the entire neighborhood would hear it. She didn't stop until Ronnie brought water to her. Then I thought it would be fun to teach her Merry Christmas. It was so funny...it would be a hundred degrees outside and Maggie was screaming Merry Christmas to everything and everyone. Ronnie was just about our of high school by this time and leaving for the Marines. We had to do something about Maggie as she wouldn't let anyone else take her out of the cage. Ronnie decided to take her to the river and turn her loose with other Magpies. This he did and we all missed her. One day I was talking to someone on the phone about some PTA thing at school and this gal said...the darnedest thing is happening. There's a magpie in a tree outside my window and I swear it's hollering Merry Christmas. I must be going crazy. I told her to try and keep it there and I found Ronnie and told him maggie didn't stay by the river. He took off to get Maggie. Maggie flew right to him and back in the cage was Maggies screaming Ronnieeeeeeeeeee. It was now close to Marine time so we decided to take Maggie out to Northwest Seed and they put her in a special cage in the bird room but she wouldn't talk until one of us went out. Chuck, your great grandpa who's in Heaven , had taught her to eat hamburger so if someone gave her the meat she would talk. One week end, Ron was now in the Marines, the girls and I went out to visit Maggie...she was gone. They had promised Ron they wouldn't sell her and he would come get her when he was out of the service. They didn't keep their promise and they sold her to someone. We never got to hear Maggie call for Ronnie again.
Mac and Maggie wasn't all of our bird life. Ronnie had a parakeet named Chipper. He was an inside bird. He rode around on Ronnie's shoulder all the time when he was home. They were together a long time and Chipper did little tricks and things. One night Ronnie was
was reading in bed and Chipper was playing on the bed. Ronnie forgot Chipper was out of the cage and turned off the light and went tosleep. The next morning Ronnie was crying hard and ran upstairs and put a little warm, green dead bird in my hands. Chipper was smothered in the blankets that night. This was the last time that Ron has had birds that I know of. He now has fish and dogs.
Now the girls also had parakeets...about five of them and they also did cute things. They were let out in the family room long enough to play around with their toys and they would all climb in this big pan filled with water and takes their baths. They would really have a big splashy time. Eventually the birds were all gone.
I had many canaries come and go. Just before I moved where I am now I had three. Yogie, Gusto, Thomas. Beautiful singers. They would call whenever I would walk into the house. They would ask to be covered up when they wanted to go to bed at night...they always knew when it was bath time and they would get a big piece of Endive to eat and play with.
All of our birds were precious pets and little souls that added a lot of spirit to our lives. If any of you ever have a pet..treat it well, enjoy it, and learn from it. Your pet will teach you love in a whole new way that you'll never forget....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Poem Piece Cont.
Babes in the Woods was my first favorite poem when I was little and I guess still is. Mom's Uncle Frank, gave me this huge, beautiful book of poetry and I had to leave it behind when we moved west. We were going back to Nebraska later and I was going to pick it up. In the meantime someone took it and I never saw it again. I was very sad.
There were many poems in the book and I picked this one as my favorite. I would lay in bed and cry for the little Babes lost in the Woods. Somehow I felt like they were my friends.
Do any of you have a favorite childhood poem?
I'm sorry this didn't print out like the poem. It was my first try at putting a poem from one file into a blog. Don't know if I can figure out what I did or not....Ah Me...
There were many poems in the book and I picked this one as my favorite. I would lay in bed and cry for the little Babes lost in the Woods. Somehow I felt like they were my friends.
Do any of you have a favorite childhood poem?
I'm sorry this didn't print out like the poem. It was my first try at putting a poem from one file into a blog. Don't know if I can figure out what I did or not....Ah Me...
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