TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS , WHEN ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
NOT A CREATRURE WAS STIRRING NOT EVEN A MOUSE.
THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
IN HOPES THAT ST. NICHOLAS SOON WOULD BE THERE.
THE CHILDREN WERE NESTLED ALL SNUG IN THEIR BEDS
WHILE VISIONS OF SUGAR-PLUMS DANCED IN THEIR HEADS.
AND MAMMA IN HER ' KERCHIEF, AND I IN MY CAP,
HAD JUST SETTLED OUR BRAINS FOR A LONG WINTER'S NAP.
WHEN OUT ON THE LAWN THERE AROSE SUCH A CLATTER ,
I SPRANG FROM MY BED TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER .
AWAY TO THE WINDOW I FLEW LIKE A FLASH ,
TORE OPEN THE SHUTTERS AND THREW UP THE SASH .
THE MOON ON THE BREAST OF THE NEW FALLEN SNOW
GAVE THE LUSTRE OF MID-DAY TO OBJECTS BELOW .
WHEN , WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR ,
BUT A MINATURE SLEIGH AND EIGHT TINY REINDEER .
WITH A LITTLE OLD DRIVER , SO LIVELY AND QUICK
I KNEW IN A MOMENT IT MUST BE ST . NICK .
MORE RAPID THAN EAGLES HIS CURSES THEY CAME ,
AND HE WHISTLED , AND SHOUTED , AND CALLED THEM BY NAME !
" NOW DASHER ! NOW DANCER ! NOW PRANCER ! AND VIXEN !
ON , COMET ! ON , CUPID ! ON , ON DONNER AND BLITZEN !
TO THE TOP OF THE PORCH ! TO THE TOP OF THE WALL ,
NOW DASH AWAY ! DASH AWAY ! DASH AWAY ALL ! "
AS DRY LEAVES THAT BEFORE THE WILD HURRICANE FLY ,
WHEN THEY MEET WITH AN OBSTACLE , MOUNT TO THE SKY .
SO UP TO THE HOUSE - TOP THE COURSER THEY FLEW ,
WITH THE SLEIGH FULL OF TOYS , AND ST . NICHOLAS TOO .
AND THEN , IN A TWINKLING , I HEARD ON THE ROOF
THE PRANCING AND PAWING OF EACH LITTLE HOOF .
AS I DREW IN MY HEAD , AND WAS TURNING AROUND ,
DOWN THE CHIMNEY ST. NICHOLAS CAME WITH A BOUND .
HE WAS DRESSED ALL IN FUR , FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FOOT ,
AND HIS CLOTHES WERE ALL TARNISHED WITH ASHES AND SOOT .
A BUNDLE OF TOYS HE HAD FLUNG ON HIS BACK ,
AND HE LOOKED LIKE A PEDDLER , JUST OPENING HIS PACK .
HIS EYES HOW THEY TWINKLED ! HIS DIMPLES HOW MERRY !
HIS CHEEKS WERE LIKE ROSES , HIS NOSE LIKE A CHERRY !
HIS DROLL LITTLE MOUTH WAS DRAWN UP LIKE A BOW
AND THE BEARD OF HIS CHIN WAS AS WHITE AS THE SNOW .
THE STUMP OF A PIPE HE HELD TIGHT IN HIS TEETH ,
AND THE SMOKE IT ENCIRCLED HIS HEAD LIKE A WREATH .
HE HAD A BROAD FACE AND A LITTLE ROUND BELLY ,
THAT SHOOK WHEN HE LAUGHED , LIKE A BOWL FULL OF JELLY !
HE WAS CHUBBY AND PLUMP , A RIGHT JOLLY OLD ELF ,
AND I LAUGHED WHEN I SAW HIM , IN SPITE OF MY SELF !
A WINK OF HIS EYE AND A TWIST OF HIS HEAD ,
SOON GAVE ME TO KNOW I HAD NOTHING TO DREAD .
HE SPOKE NOT A WORD , BUT WENT STRAIGHT TO HIS WORK ,
AND FILLED ALL THE STOCKINGS , THEN TURNED WITH A JERK .
AND LAYING HIS FINGER ASIDE OF HIS NOSE ,
AND GIVING A NOD , UP THE CHIMNEY HE ROSE !
HE SPRANG TO HIS SLEIGH , TO HIS TEAM GAVE A WHISTLE ,
AND AWAY THEY ALL FLEW LIKE THE DOWN OF A THISTLE .
BUT I HEARD HIM EXCLAIM , 'ERE HE DROVE OUT OF SIGHT ,
' HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL , AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT ! '
THE POEM , 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS [ A VISIT FROM ST . NICK ]
BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE [ 1779- 1863 ] FIRST PUBLISHED DECEMBER 23 RD 1823
CLAIMED IT ON 1844 FOR HIS OWN.........
...AND YOU ALL THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DO ALITTLE 'GRINCH SATIRE ' ON IT ...OR MAYBE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ......
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS , AND ALL THRU THE PAD
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING , AND WELL , THAT AIN'T SO BAD.
THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE ,
IN HOPES THAT THE GOVERNMENT WOULDN'T TAKE IT'S SHARE .
THE CHILDREN WERE ON THEIR COMPUTERS , ENOUGH SAID !
WITH MORE VISIONS OF IPADS , IPHONES , AND XBOXES DANCED IN THEIR HEADS .
THE 'OL LADY IN HER NIGHTY , AND I'M AT HALF MASTED ,
HAD JUST SETTLED OUR DIFFERENCES TO WHO'S TO TAKE THE LAST BLAST !
WHEN OUT ON THE LAWN , I THOUGHT I CAME WITH A SHUTTER ,
IT WAS JUST MY NEIGHBORS AND NO UTTERS.
AWAY FROM THE WINDOW I FLEW AS I FLASHED ,
TORE AWAY THE BED SHEETS , I THEN I JUST GASPED.
THE MOON SHOWN ON HER BREASTS LIKE THE NEW FALLEN SNOW ,
GAVE THE LUSTRE OF GREATNESS TO THE OBJECTS BELOW.
WHEN WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR ,
BUT A MINIATURE SLEIGH , AND EIGHT REPUBLICAN QUEERS.
WITH A LITTLE OLD DRIVER [ IF YA KINOW WHAT I MEAN ]
I KNEW IN A MOMENT IT MUST BE OBSENE !
MORE RAPID THAN EAGLETON HIS CORSETS THEY CAME ,
AND HE WHISTLED , AND WHISTLED , THEN CALLED THEM BY NAME !
' NOW BACHMANN AND PHALIN , NOW COME ON ROMNEY AND PERRY !
COME ON STUPID OR GINGRICH OR HUNTSMAN OR WAS IT PAUL ?
TO THE TOP OF THE POLLS TO THE TOP OF THE CONGRESS HALLS ,
NOW DASH AWAY , DASH AWAY , BEFORE LAST CALL !
THEY DON'T DARE SAY A WORD , BUT WENT STRAIGHT......
AND FILLED ALL THEIR POCKETS WITH PLENTY OF CASH ,
AND AWAY THEY ALL FLEW FLEW AND LEFT BEHIND THE TRASH.
BUT I HEARD THEM EXCLAIM AS THEY WERE WELL OUT OF SIGHT :
" HAPPY NEW YEAR TO US , BECAUSE TO US IT'S ALRIGHT..!!
......SORRY...I HOPE YOU ALL STILL HAVE AGREAT CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!
TO THE TOP OF THE PORCH ! TO THE TOP OF THE WALL ,
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
...size matters ...Part 2....
Billionaire investor Warren Buffett is calling on the megarich to pay more on taxes. Stateing that: " My friends and I have been coddled long enough by a billionaire-friendly Congress, it's time for our government to get serious about shared sacrifices." He also noted that Washington L egislators "feel compelled to protect us much as if we were spotted owls or some other endangered species." He said he knows many of the megarich well and most wouldn't mind paying more in taxes.
Upon hearing this Michele Bachmann stated that she can totally relate, even though she doesn't consider herself and her husband, Marcus, one of the megarich, she said she loves owls and is a big fan of Jimmy's song's especially Margaritaville. She said her and her husband also like to listen to Elvis, who she recently wished a happy birthday to on a campaign stop in South Carolina, while playing the Elvis tune 'Promised Land'. That did however turn out to be somewhat appropriate since that day, August 16th is the anniversary of Elvis's death, not his birthday, which is Jan. 8th, 1935. Being used to stumbleing over cultural references before, like the time in June when she kicked off her presidental campaign in Waterloo, Iowa, calling it the home of actor John Wayne, when in fact is the home of John Wayne Gacy , the serial killer. She just brushed that off saying that they both had killer careers.
On another news note Kraft and Sara Lee went to court over hot dogs, stated " let the wiener wars begin. There's never been anything of this scope..in the entire history of hot dogs." After hearing this Rep. Wiener ..[you remember him]. said he's still in the fight of his life for that claim that Todd Phalin claims that size does matter. He noted the the photo op. with Michele Bachmann attempting to put down a large sausage just proves it!
Michele is not fased , now that she realizes that Sara Phalin's maiden name is 'Lee' , she will now stand-up for all the wieners in the world, possibly useing it in her next campaign speech when she goes to Chicago, home of both companies.
Myself , I don't find much deference in using using any particular brand name, what's in a name...make my hot dog a 'Nathan's', please......
Upon hearing this Michele Bachmann stated that she can totally relate, even though she doesn't consider herself and her husband, Marcus, one of the megarich, she said she loves owls and is a big fan of Jimmy's song's especially Margaritaville. She said her and her husband also like to listen to Elvis, who she recently wished a happy birthday to on a campaign stop in South Carolina, while playing the Elvis tune 'Promised Land'. That did however turn out to be somewhat appropriate since that day, August 16th is the anniversary of Elvis's death, not his birthday, which is Jan. 8th, 1935. Being used to stumbleing over cultural references before, like the time in June when she kicked off her presidental campaign in Waterloo, Iowa, calling it the home of actor John Wayne, when in fact is the home of John Wayne Gacy , the serial killer. She just brushed that off saying that they both had killer careers.
On another news note Kraft and Sara Lee went to court over hot dogs, stated " let the wiener wars begin. There's never been anything of this scope..in the entire history of hot dogs." After hearing this Rep. Wiener ..[you remember him]. said he's still in the fight of his life for that claim that Todd Phalin claims that size does matter. He noted the the photo op. with Michele Bachmann attempting to put down a large sausage just proves it!
Michele is not fased , now that she realizes that Sara Phalin's maiden name is 'Lee' , she will now stand-up for all the wieners in the world, possibly useing it in her next campaign speech when she goes to Chicago, home of both companies.
Myself , I don't find much deference in using using any particular brand name, what's in a name...make my hot dog a 'Nathan's', please......
Thursday, August 11, 2011
From..In From the Storm ...to..Out in the Storm...
...Well it's been a couple of interesting days on Face Book, with my computer not exactly performing the way it should on that particular forum. But hey, what else is new...I'm glad you asked...it just so happens that not only did I steal a dream sequence away from Candy...which she might be upset with me since I haven't heard from her, although I did warn her twice that I was going to 'borrow' from her email.....I now have another little ditty that she relayed to me, that I don't think she'll mind me using.
...She mentioned to her son Marc , that she was reading my blog and he reminded her of a funny story: I was visiting them at the apartment on Aspetuck Ave. , Jean Callahan and Mike Frisbee were there as well. It was snowing hard and we all decided to sled down Aspetuck. She reminded me that it was a steep hill, and we all got on big pieces of cardboard and I decided , apparently following some 'herb' omelets that I made, that it would be fun to 'surf' down the hill. I was flying..until I hit something under the snow that sent me airbourne. I landed & plowed through the snow all the way to the Green. Then I just lay there. Jean, Mike, and Candy were laughing so hard she thought that they would all pee their pants!! Marc thought that I was dead, and went running over to help me. He reached me just as I stood up , shook myself like a giant bear, and roared ! To this day Candy is surprised that we didn't trumatize him for life! ....well maybe we did...he's a Republican..!!
...She mentioned to her son Marc , that she was reading my blog and he reminded her of a funny story: I was visiting them at the apartment on Aspetuck Ave. , Jean Callahan and Mike Frisbee were there as well. It was snowing hard and we all decided to sled down Aspetuck. She reminded me that it was a steep hill, and we all got on big pieces of cardboard and I decided , apparently following some 'herb' omelets that I made, that it would be fun to 'surf' down the hill. I was flying..until I hit something under the snow that sent me airbourne. I landed & plowed through the snow all the way to the Green. Then I just lay there. Jean, Mike, and Candy were laughing so hard she thought that they would all pee their pants!! Marc thought that I was dead, and went running over to help me. He reached me just as I stood up , shook myself like a giant bear, and roared ! To this day Candy is surprised that we didn't trumatize him for life! ....well maybe we did...he's a Republican..!!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
IN FROM THE STORM...BARRY, THE BOUGH, & BEYOND....
As I mentioned before, it would be hard not to come back & do another ditty on the Bough. On what I would consider a 'normal' day at the computer, just perussing around the internet, FB, email, etc. all of a sudden there she was..with that ever so bright smile that beamed her happy go lucky personality, Candy. That's Candice Meile Luther, now. A fresh face from the days gone by, & most can remember her as the gal on Bank Street, running a small but vibrant business called : In From The Storm. She has joined forces w me in this great world of the internet. Upon revealing ourselves w the gusto of two dogs in heat., we finally settled down to what we actually knew, which was stories from the past. Dropping many names the will soon fill this blog w farmiliar faces, only one stands out in a story she related to me from a dream she had.........
" I have to tell you something weird. The night before I found you on FB I had a dream about Barry Quiaoit at the Golden Bough. Just a conversational encounter; I was wearing a dress, which I almost never did, and he complimented me. He was rushing back to the kitchen from the dining room and I was returning from the ladies room. It was one of those small, pleasent encounters that are so nice but you never remember. But I dreamed it exactly as it happened. My dress was a beautiful blue, his pants black, shirt white. I remember the glow of light from the dining room and the muted sound of the diners. I hadn't thought of the Bough or Barry in many, many years and then there you were the next day and your blog with his name. Funny how these things happen!"
Now I have to reflect a moment on another story from the Bough that Barry himself told of an encounter there in the back hallway , behind the bar. I know some of you remember him telling us how he saw an old man pass in front of him from the bar wall , then disapearing thru the opposite one. This ,as the story goes , was a man who died in the Nurseing home that this building was at one time, among other things, like an Inn in the 1700's that had a passage way for the 'Underground tunel' for slaves.
Those who chose to believe in these things or not to , is up to you, but don't you think it gives some creedense to the fact that alot of our loved ones are still looking over us? I know it's hard for me to let Barry, John Henry, and so many of our friends and family go....so with some of these tributes and parties like the one last Saturday, we will all sleep alittle easier...sweet dreams.......
" I have to tell you something weird. The night before I found you on FB I had a dream about Barry Quiaoit at the Golden Bough. Just a conversational encounter; I was wearing a dress, which I almost never did, and he complimented me. He was rushing back to the kitchen from the dining room and I was returning from the ladies room. It was one of those small, pleasent encounters that are so nice but you never remember. But I dreamed it exactly as it happened. My dress was a beautiful blue, his pants black, shirt white. I remember the glow of light from the dining room and the muted sound of the diners. I hadn't thought of the Bough or Barry in many, many years and then there you were the next day and your blog with his name. Funny how these things happen!"
Now I have to reflect a moment on another story from the Bough that Barry himself told of an encounter there in the back hallway , behind the bar. I know some of you remember him telling us how he saw an old man pass in front of him from the bar wall , then disapearing thru the opposite one. This ,as the story goes , was a man who died in the Nurseing home that this building was at one time, among other things, like an Inn in the 1700's that had a passage way for the 'Underground tunel' for slaves.
Those who chose to believe in these things or not to , is up to you, but don't you think it gives some creedense to the fact that alot of our loved ones are still looking over us? I know it's hard for me to let Barry, John Henry, and so many of our friends and family go....so with some of these tributes and parties like the one last Saturday, we will all sleep alittle easier...sweet dreams.......
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
FaceBook can't be all that bad.....
As most of you know , I have put my grievances in on the fact that FB isn't all that it's cracked up to be. But recently I found that some people have effectively used it to some degree of credibility. For instance the highend banter between David & Dimi on the issue of the Buchmanns leaving their Church & their beliefs behind, so that they can go on with their lives in an orderly fashion...although bashing Gays isn't that orderly in fashion these days. But since Marcus Buchmanns' a Pychclogist , it's fine under his assumtion.
Also I like the fact that our own Dougy Bear has always contributed to the pages of this fine read with his insight at all levels...Music, politics..i.e.: the Bachmanns role in the Tea Party & not to be left out;the Tea Pot Party, which the Buchmannns have no commitments to, or for that mater hasn't a clue to what it's about or who Willie Nelson is. It might just help if they did partake, might just snap them out of 'it'.
Now, there's a revelation that Michelle has recurring Migraines , that might deter any disions she has to make during her campaigne, or even most importantly IF shes elected. When recently asked about this delemma , she shot back with a defiant : "..not now I have a headache....!!!!!"
Also I like the fact that our own Dougy Bear has always contributed to the pages of this fine read with his insight at all levels...Music, politics..i.e.: the Bachmanns role in the Tea Party & not to be left out;the Tea Pot Party, which the Buchmannns have no commitments to, or for that mater hasn't a clue to what it's about or who Willie Nelson is. It might just help if they did partake, might just snap them out of 'it'.
Now, there's a revelation that Michelle has recurring Migraines , that might deter any disions she has to make during her campaigne, or even most importantly IF shes elected. When recently asked about this delemma , she shot back with a defiant : "..not now I have a headache....!!!!!"
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
John Henry & Jack Long cross the border...back in the U.S.A.
We rode hard that night to reach the boarder , Mother Nature, threw everything she had at us : wind , rain, hail, & alittle snow for good measure. I guess she thought if we were going to make it safely accross to Montana, she was going to give us a challange. This of course helped are chances with the Mounties, since it was harder to follow our tracks.
This thing with the law was all a misunderstanding in the first place. After we delivered the horses, we went to a farmiliar saloon where a friend of ours worked , I met Millie in the States when she ran a run down Hotel in Casper Wyoming. Nice enough gal with a heart of gold and a temper to beat all hell. Well it's that temper that got her in trouble, and she had to leave town in down right hurry. She ended up here in Calgary when she came to visit us on another trip, ended up staying and running the Saloon. Good thing since she vouched for us after things settled down and the Mounties returned home not being able to catch us. Even though our names were cleared, after they caught the rustlers that they thought were John & I , it'll be a long time comming before we see our darling gal Millie.
John & I made it to the Continentel Divide, where we made camp high in the mountains so that in case they were still pushing their luck to get us while we were still in the States, we had the advantage. It was a good spot to just take some time and reflect on the hectic past few months.
This thing with the law was all a misunderstanding in the first place. After we delivered the horses, we went to a farmiliar saloon where a friend of ours worked , I met Millie in the States when she ran a run down Hotel in Casper Wyoming. Nice enough gal with a heart of gold and a temper to beat all hell. Well it's that temper that got her in trouble, and she had to leave town in down right hurry. She ended up here in Calgary when she came to visit us on another trip, ended up staying and running the Saloon. Good thing since she vouched for us after things settled down and the Mounties returned home not being able to catch us. Even though our names were cleared, after they caught the rustlers that they thought were John & I , it'll be a long time comming before we see our darling gal Millie.
John & I made it to the Continentel Divide, where we made camp high in the mountains so that in case they were still pushing their luck to get us while we were still in the States, we had the advantage. It was a good spot to just take some time and reflect on the hectic past few months.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
...size does matter...
A recent dispute between the two 'First Dudes' to be, Marcus Bachmann & Todd Palin, in an interview with News-Corp. Sarah Palin pointed to the iconic beef snack , Slim Jim, as an example of of how food inflation poses a problem for the American economy, saying her husband, todd, paid $2.69 for it at a gas station.
There's no category for Slim Jims, of course, but did find that beef had risen 10.2% , but Todds has only risen 2.8%. But with even a 10.2% increase in beef , does not explain the 2.8% in Todds. So Sarah went directly to ConAgra, which makes Slim Jims. Teresa Paulson, a ConAgra spokesperson offered a possible explaination, " Mr. Palin might have been reaching for one of our Monster Sticks, which offers double the meat. It's possible that todd Palin was at a store that disregarded ConAgra's sugested size."
Sarah Palin's anedote offers spice, but not alot of meat. So this leaves the two wanna -be first dudes in a delemma: does size really matter? Both decided to rely on an outside dependable source to get all the answers, they turn on the T.V. to the Fox News.
In yet another unrelated Tea Party exclusive, the 'Blue Hair' Tea Party of Florida, said there should be no restrictions on boating where defenseless Manatees swim, saying that if they were'nt so damn fat they would be able to get out of the way of a boat cruiseing 50 mph. There was a swell of reaction to this statement , mostly from the Male segment of the party, saying they have all that water to swim in, why do they have to stay right here under my boat? They also noted that if they weren't so big they wouldn't bein the way.....with all agreeing that SIZE does mater.
News-Corps owner Rupert Murdooch jumped all over the strories , saying that: "This is what my company needs , it's good 'ol Grey hair values to shed some light on what's wrong with the World today."
There's no category for Slim Jims, of course, but did find that beef had risen 10.2% , but Todds has only risen 2.8%. But with even a 10.2% increase in beef , does not explain the 2.8% in Todds. So Sarah went directly to ConAgra, which makes Slim Jims. Teresa Paulson, a ConAgra spokesperson offered a possible explaination, " Mr. Palin might have been reaching for one of our Monster Sticks, which offers double the meat. It's possible that todd Palin was at a store that disregarded ConAgra's sugested size."
Sarah Palin's anedote offers spice, but not alot of meat. So this leaves the two wanna -be first dudes in a delemma: does size really matter? Both decided to rely on an outside dependable source to get all the answers, they turn on the T.V. to the Fox News.
In yet another unrelated Tea Party exclusive, the 'Blue Hair' Tea Party of Florida, said there should be no restrictions on boating where defenseless Manatees swim, saying that if they were'nt so damn fat they would be able to get out of the way of a boat cruiseing 50 mph. There was a swell of reaction to this statement , mostly from the Male segment of the party, saying they have all that water to swim in, why do they have to stay right here under my boat? They also noted that if they weren't so big they wouldn't bein the way.....with all agreeing that SIZE does mater.
News-Corps owner Rupert Murdooch jumped all over the strories , saying that: "This is what my company needs , it's good 'ol Grey hair values to shed some light on what's wrong with the World today."
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
..'.DUCT TAPE.....40,000 roadies can't be all wrong ' : circa 1980..Stage '3'
...just going over a few comments from FB , & I keep noticeing the same thing..alittle inconcistence in makeing a valid point, so I took the liberty of useing Duct Tape to repair what some people refer to as interesting blather. I hope that no one takes offense to this , but I could not justify leaveing those statements stand by themselves. If by chance there's a grievence to this logical but unpresidental behavior, please, by all means notify your local FB castodian. I'm sure he'll..or she'll.. rectal-fy it [ you might have a better chance w a women on that one]..they just love to ..you know ...
Yesterday was such a glorious day to be just hangin' on the street where I live...ummmm kinda has a nice beat to it....anyway, I took advantage of the Holiday spirit to engage in some mingleing w the neighbors. I started accros the street to see Female Jo, as opposed to my friend Joe who also lives across the street , but at a different angle. Then there's Joey, who is a friend that also happens to be my landlord. So I happened to catch ..Jo.. outside & wanted to know how she was since she had recently banged her knee exerciseing. She was better, & asked if I was going to Bunny's around the corner for their annual 4th party. It did sound festive w music already drifting up my street from large speakers faceing west in that direction. I couldn't help but listen to it, since it was load enough to be heard through-out the neighborhood, & was welcomed because the selection was just fine. I think he had a selection of CD's rangeing from the 60's to 80's & some country thrown in..Patsy Cline was a nice touch.
So after dinner I did manage to work my way around the corner to introduce myself, since I never met Bunny, but hey this is a nice little neighborhood here & Rocky the' lawn guy' that lives at the end of my st. was there to break the 'ice'...not that , that stopped me before. So there I was in the middle of the little street festival w the ends of the street blocked off & everything. As I walked over to meet Bunny, I stopped to introduce myself to a man in a wheel-chair who owned, what I thought was a perfect set-up for a home compound. It sat accross the canal by itself w a fence surrounding it & a gate to get thru to cross the bridge over the canal to get to the complex. It was an all metal structure w a 2 story living space & also 2 stories in the garage area, where he works on Harleys, & said he's got a 1917 model 'T' truck. You know he'll be my new best friend. There's so much more to discribe that makes this place so perfect, but let me get back to the party.
I finally reached Bunny, who was a delight, & met her husband who was confined to a wheel-chair also. But being confined was not in either one of these guys vocab. After looking over the place , which has a pool, ummmmm....I filled a plate w some of the food they had abundantly cooked , so what else could I do, not to be a wasteful kinda guy....
After dropping off my stash, I then made it to neighbor Mike's , where he was indulgeing in the most appropreate holiday 'spirit', makeing the last of my rounds the 'high' point of my evening. He asked me to stop back after dark for the great 'Bang' as this neighborhood is know for ..Joe in particular, but that wasn't happenning this year, unfortunately.
I decided at my new age, that I would just go back to my room, crack the window that faces the street & enjoy the sounds culmeNATEting the wonderful holiday spirit. The music to the East , which tuned into more of the 90's rock, which was fine for the back ground of all the explosions going on around me. It all lasted more than 2 hours, then just faded into the night, as I did to the thoughts of another glorious day, in the neighborhood where I live.
As I sit here now it all seems so formiliar to yesterday, the sky is bright w orange & pink clouds & a slight breeze. Even a few fireworks mark the days passing. Another day where Duct Tape will not be needed anytime soon.
Yesterday was such a glorious day to be just hangin' on the street where I live...ummmm kinda has a nice beat to it....anyway, I took advantage of the Holiday spirit to engage in some mingleing w the neighbors. I started accros the street to see Female Jo, as opposed to my friend Joe who also lives across the street , but at a different angle. Then there's Joey, who is a friend that also happens to be my landlord. So I happened to catch ..Jo.. outside & wanted to know how she was since she had recently banged her knee exerciseing. She was better, & asked if I was going to Bunny's around the corner for their annual 4th party. It did sound festive w music already drifting up my street from large speakers faceing west in that direction. I couldn't help but listen to it, since it was load enough to be heard through-out the neighborhood, & was welcomed because the selection was just fine. I think he had a selection of CD's rangeing from the 60's to 80's & some country thrown in..Patsy Cline was a nice touch.
So after dinner I did manage to work my way around the corner to introduce myself, since I never met Bunny, but hey this is a nice little neighborhood here & Rocky the' lawn guy' that lives at the end of my st. was there to break the 'ice'...not that , that stopped me before. So there I was in the middle of the little street festival w the ends of the street blocked off & everything. As I walked over to meet Bunny, I stopped to introduce myself to a man in a wheel-chair who owned, what I thought was a perfect set-up for a home compound. It sat accross the canal by itself w a fence surrounding it & a gate to get thru to cross the bridge over the canal to get to the complex. It was an all metal structure w a 2 story living space & also 2 stories in the garage area, where he works on Harleys, & said he's got a 1917 model 'T' truck. You know he'll be my new best friend. There's so much more to discribe that makes this place so perfect, but let me get back to the party.
I finally reached Bunny, who was a delight, & met her husband who was confined to a wheel-chair also. But being confined was not in either one of these guys vocab. After looking over the place , which has a pool, ummmmm....I filled a plate w some of the food they had abundantly cooked , so what else could I do, not to be a wasteful kinda guy....
After dropping off my stash, I then made it to neighbor Mike's , where he was indulgeing in the most appropreate holiday 'spirit', makeing the last of my rounds the 'high' point of my evening. He asked me to stop back after dark for the great 'Bang' as this neighborhood is know for ..Joe in particular, but that wasn't happenning this year, unfortunately.
I decided at my new age, that I would just go back to my room, crack the window that faces the street & enjoy the sounds culmeNATEting the wonderful holiday spirit. The music to the East , which tuned into more of the 90's rock, which was fine for the back ground of all the explosions going on around me. It all lasted more than 2 hours, then just faded into the night, as I did to the thoughts of another glorious day, in the neighborhood where I live.
As I sit here now it all seems so formiliar to yesterday, the sky is bright w orange & pink clouds & a slight breeze. Even a few fireworks mark the days passing. Another day where Duct Tape will not be needed anytime soon.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
What's a Blog to do?
.......O.K. as we all know this Face Book thing is just not cutting it w me. So I've decided to go back to the thing that treats me the best...or at least I don't get the distraction of the FB trivia thing. Speaking of trivia ..did anyone catch the Republican debate this week with the 7 wanna-bees? Well actually there are only 6, because Sarah Phalin said that Michelle Buchann wasn't eligible because she is better looking than her & besides she's too short.
The 'Don' responded by saying that she could run as Vice President with him, & if that didn't work out for them he would enter her into his next Miss Alaska contest. Phalin immediatly protested by say : ' there can't be 2 miss Alaska's & since I'm gonna be it for life, she can come aboard as Vice President , with me being the President of Alaska.
Well I hope that the Demacrats have better luck with keeping their shit togeather & that they don't get into ' pissing' contest about who has the better hair or longer wiener, well at least we know one Wiener not in the race...and another Wiener tring to keep one Clinton happy thru all this, while another Clinton has his own trouble with wieners....but has the whole 'hair ' thing down.
I'm so glad that I decided to come back & blog...it's just so much more fun than watching everyone on FB in a pissing contest........
The 'Don' responded by saying that she could run as Vice President with him, & if that didn't work out for them he would enter her into his next Miss Alaska contest. Phalin immediatly protested by say : ' there can't be 2 miss Alaska's & since I'm gonna be it for life, she can come aboard as Vice President , with me being the President of Alaska.
Well I hope that the Demacrats have better luck with keeping their shit togeather & that they don't get into ' pissing' contest about who has the better hair or longer wiener, well at least we know one Wiener not in the race...and another Wiener tring to keep one Clinton happy thru all this, while another Clinton has his own trouble with wieners....but has the whole 'hair ' thing down.
I'm so glad that I decided to come back & blog...it's just so much more fun than watching everyone on FB in a pissing contest........
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Jack Long and John Henry ride the Wild West
The wind was blowing hard that night out of the southwest, from the Rockies as John Henry and I rode as fast as our horses could take us, trying to reach the border and into Montana before the Mounties could gain any ground on us.
We had just delivered a hundred head of wild horses from the high plains of Colorado to Calgary in the Alberta Province. It was a long hard ride that took us six and a half weeks, but the delivery was the highest paying job that Henry and I've had in months. We were doing local drives in and around Colorado for the past year or so, hearding horses from Colorado to New Mexico and Long Horns from Texas to Kansas, or where ever the mighty dollar would take us.
Henry { I called him Henry, he called me 'asshole'}and I met back in the East on a cold day in 1849 when I was hired to take a Wagon Train west to Missouri and then unite with another heading to Wyoming. He came out of upper New york State and I from Massachusettes. I was leading the Wagon Train and Henry guarded the rear. The trip was slow going with ten wagons & three supply wagons pulled by Mules, with ten extra horses in tow.
By the time we reached the Missouri River , we had eight wagons, two supply wagons and nine extra horses...the tenth one broke it's leg, so we had to shoot it, but the supper that night was the most food we ate since we started.
We met up with our new riders just a day past the river , and were glad to hand over the reigns to them so they could finish the treck. Henry and I rode into Kansa City and put up in the best Hotel in town, treated ourselves to a hot bath a cold beer and a couple of fine women.
We had just delivered a hundred head of wild horses from the high plains of Colorado to Calgary in the Alberta Province. It was a long hard ride that took us six and a half weeks, but the delivery was the highest paying job that Henry and I've had in months. We were doing local drives in and around Colorado for the past year or so, hearding horses from Colorado to New Mexico and Long Horns from Texas to Kansas, or where ever the mighty dollar would take us.
Henry { I called him Henry, he called me 'asshole'}and I met back in the East on a cold day in 1849 when I was hired to take a Wagon Train west to Missouri and then unite with another heading to Wyoming. He came out of upper New york State and I from Massachusettes. I was leading the Wagon Train and Henry guarded the rear. The trip was slow going with ten wagons & three supply wagons pulled by Mules, with ten extra horses in tow.
By the time we reached the Missouri River , we had eight wagons, two supply wagons and nine extra horses...the tenth one broke it's leg, so we had to shoot it, but the supper that night was the most food we ate since we started.
We met up with our new riders just a day past the river , and were glad to hand over the reigns to them so they could finish the treck. Henry and I rode into Kansa City and put up in the best Hotel in town, treated ourselves to a hot bath a cold beer and a couple of fine women.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
An ode to Auntie
I believe most of my writings are being transformed telepathicly through my Aunt Connie, who was the last girl born from David & Alice on my birthday, May 11th. Now that she's not with us, I'd like to share some of her Musings. This one relates to the church in Warren, which was started in 1750 by the Strongs along with the Paine, Curtiss, and Carter families. My Aunt was a member for over 90 years.
"I was not a regular attandant, as my parents had problems of getting us all readyat the same time, due to the fact that the women wore long dresses with numerous petticoats underneath. There were no restrooms or water.
The minister was given a small pittance, people brought cords of wood, a dressed chicken, ham or beef. Also, live chickens and a cow so he would have milk and eggs. He had his own horse and buggy which he used to make callson parishionersthat lived miles away.
The sexton at the time Robert Perkins who owned the town store. He was around 50 years old, and his countenance was always stern. When he looked at you, you'd better behave. The kids were afraid of him. He particularly did not like our family, probably because the boys [ my uncles] always gave him such a hard time, even though their mother was his sister, who never knew what went on.
The night before the Fourth of July at midnight, the church bells would toll. The sexton, pulling on his pants and taking a lantern would hustle up to the church, he lived in the next house west of the parsonage. When he got to the church, the bells stopped tolling. He checked the interior and the exterior of the church, not finding anything or anyone around, he left for home. No sooner had he gotten in bed then the tolling began. Again he went through the the same ritual and still could find nothing, so he he went home again.Ten minutes later the bells tolled again.' Someone is playing tricks and by gum I'm going to find out this time'. So cautiously he looked around to find the culptit. In doing so, espied arope lying on the ground. He followed it into the church which had been tied to the bells and put underneath a window. He then cut the rope, closed the window and went home to bed.
No one ever knew who the culprits were, although they suspected my brothers. They had hidden every time the sexton came, no doubvt scampering up the hill by the academy where they could watch the sexton come and leave.
The midnight tolling of the bells would happen at different times of the year. Years later my brother , Nate, told me the story asw he was a party to it.
In more recent years, mid 80's, thats 1980's , Eric Sloane started a revivel to sound the bells again on the Fourth, and they continue to present day.
"I was not a regular attandant, as my parents had problems of getting us all readyat the same time, due to the fact that the women wore long dresses with numerous petticoats underneath. There were no restrooms or water.
The minister was given a small pittance, people brought cords of wood, a dressed chicken, ham or beef. Also, live chickens and a cow so he would have milk and eggs. He had his own horse and buggy which he used to make callson parishionersthat lived miles away.
The sexton at the time Robert Perkins who owned the town store. He was around 50 years old, and his countenance was always stern. When he looked at you, you'd better behave. The kids were afraid of him. He particularly did not like our family, probably because the boys [ my uncles] always gave him such a hard time, even though their mother was his sister, who never knew what went on.
The night before the Fourth of July at midnight, the church bells would toll. The sexton, pulling on his pants and taking a lantern would hustle up to the church, he lived in the next house west of the parsonage. When he got to the church, the bells stopped tolling. He checked the interior and the exterior of the church, not finding anything or anyone around, he left for home. No sooner had he gotten in bed then the tolling began. Again he went through the the same ritual and still could find nothing, so he he went home again.Ten minutes later the bells tolled again.' Someone is playing tricks and by gum I'm going to find out this time'. So cautiously he looked around to find the culptit. In doing so, espied arope lying on the ground. He followed it into the church which had been tied to the bells and put underneath a window. He then cut the rope, closed the window and went home to bed.
No one ever knew who the culprits were, although they suspected my brothers. They had hidden every time the sexton came, no doubvt scampering up the hill by the academy where they could watch the sexton come and leave.
The midnight tolling of the bells would happen at different times of the year. Years later my brother , Nate, told me the story asw he was a party to it.
In more recent years, mid 80's, thats 1980's , Eric Sloane started a revivel to sound the bells again on the Fourth, and they continue to present day.
Monday, March 7, 2011
comming back Strong
The first Strong to come toAmerica was Elder John , who came to Dorchester, Massachusetts in 1604 And lived in Northampton. One of his descendants, Elizabeth Strong, was the mother of Nathan Hale. I was named after him, as was my father: Nathan Hale Strong. I also married a girl who went by the name of Mary, but that was her middle name. Her first name is Elizabeth....then becomming Elizabeth Strong. We had two daughters, and after we separated, they moved to Massachusetts,now living with my grandchildren in and around Northampton.
I lived the first year & half in a quaint little house just off Lake Waramaug, which is named after the great Chief Waramaug. My family, having help settle that area , and lived at what was know as 'The Sachem'. An Indian name for gathering of the 'Tribe'. The first ancestor to live in Warren was Phillip Strong who married the first white child born in Warren. Now knowing how 'active' the Strong men were with women, that's how I got my Indian blood from ancestors of the 'Chief' himself.
My grandfather, David, who lived on Above All Mt. in Warren, which the family owned, moved to Woodville and became the first caretaker [Ranger] of the State Parks. Lake Waramaug being only one of them. As it turns out my father after returning from WW2, married a young widower Gertrude Wilson from Warren ,with two youg daughters of her own, then proceeded to have four children of their own.[rememember I mentioned the way the Strong men were 'active'] I being the last one born at 11:30 a.m. in time for lunch on Mothers' day & the only boy.....! He also became a Ranger & ended up careing for most of the Parks in the area. That's when we moved to Cornwall Bridge to the Housatonic Meadows State Park of over 5000 acres, and we all grew up there.
I moved back to the house on Lake Waramaug 23 years later, to start another chapter in my life.
I lived the first year & half in a quaint little house just off Lake Waramaug, which is named after the great Chief Waramaug. My family, having help settle that area , and lived at what was know as 'The Sachem'. An Indian name for gathering of the 'Tribe'. The first ancestor to live in Warren was Phillip Strong who married the first white child born in Warren. Now knowing how 'active' the Strong men were with women, that's how I got my Indian blood from ancestors of the 'Chief' himself.
My grandfather, David, who lived on Above All Mt. in Warren, which the family owned, moved to Woodville and became the first caretaker [Ranger] of the State Parks. Lake Waramaug being only one of them. As it turns out my father after returning from WW2, married a young widower Gertrude Wilson from Warren ,with two youg daughters of her own, then proceeded to have four children of their own.[rememember I mentioned the way the Strong men were 'active'] I being the last one born at 11:30 a.m. in time for lunch on Mothers' day & the only boy.....! He also became a Ranger & ended up careing for most of the Parks in the area. That's when we moved to Cornwall Bridge to the Housatonic Meadows State Park of over 5000 acres, and we all grew up there.
I moved back to the house on Lake Waramaug 23 years later, to start another chapter in my life.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
from the Woods......cont.
I do have too clearify afew things from last time. When I mentioned Barry Quiaoit, last time, I said.."as he kept a keen Eve on what I was doing" It was more like ...keeping an eye on the woman that came in there...& you know who I mean ,right ladies?
I'm not gonna mention names , or at least, not alot of them. But while we're on the subject,another thing about the 'Bough', & then I'll , ...well no it's gonna come back now & then...so let's just say , Moveing right along....Bessamer, as in Dick ,then approched 2 other 'locals', who also happen to live right in Town.
Walter Raynor lived only a 'block' away just up to the light, in the center of Town, then just to the right, a half block. Walter started in the kitchen , on the 'cold side', after that we made a journey togeather thru those many establishments;He came to join the ranks of becomeing another 'Dinasour' bartender.Which alot of us still look uppond as a really good thing , even to this very day.
Marty Carlson was hired as the Head Chef. Later finding out we were cousins, go figure? I also have to mention , for Loris' sake, that Marty was the one to give me the nick name big, 'Tate', like in Potatos, baked, whipped, fried,you name it , when they were out I was in.
Marty then brought on board, David, Chris, & Karl. Other close associates soon joined, like Barry & Scott Plumb.
I don't know if I mentioned it , but the last 2 Resturants that I worked, the Bough, & the Birches, before I worked at the Casino, weren't like the Casino. Well there really isn't any thing like the Casino, now is there?
I'm not gonna mention names , or at least, not alot of them. But while we're on the subject,another thing about the 'Bough', & then I'll , ...well no it's gonna come back now & then...so let's just say , Moveing right along....Bessamer, as in Dick ,then approched 2 other 'locals', who also happen to live right in Town.
Walter Raynor lived only a 'block' away just up to the light, in the center of Town, then just to the right, a half block. Walter started in the kitchen , on the 'cold side', after that we made a journey togeather thru those many establishments;He came to join the ranks of becomeing another 'Dinasour' bartender.Which alot of us still look uppond as a really good thing , even to this very day.
Marty Carlson was hired as the Head Chef. Later finding out we were cousins, go figure? I also have to mention , for Loris' sake, that Marty was the one to give me the nick name big, 'Tate', like in Potatos, baked, whipped, fried,you name it , when they were out I was in.
Marty then brought on board, David, Chris, & Karl. Other close associates soon joined, like Barry & Scott Plumb.
I don't know if I mentioned it , but the last 2 Resturants that I worked, the Bough, & the Birches, before I worked at the Casino, weren't like the Casino. Well there really isn't any thing like the Casino, now is there?
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
From the Woods, to the Golden Bough....& beyond
After the first 'Woods'...I was planning my 2nd one for Aug. I was sitting at the Pub, talking to a regular, at the time, his name was Richard Bessemer. We started talking about the Festivals & asked me if I ever thought about being a bartender. Well, I thought, yeah, being brought up in a the surroundings of people helping people, in some form. In my case I was raised on a state park in Northwest Ct.,in a little town called Cornwall Bridge, on the Housatonic River. Not only did I become formiliar with the habits of all kinds of people, that came there from exotic places like Thomaston & Norwalk,but I also had a chance to start my own business at age 9 selling worms to fisherman in an 'only' Flyfishing area . By the time I was 13, I was hired to work at a concession stand selling ice cream, candy,soda, & believe it not ..cigarettes!
So there it began, the knowledge to not only meet & greet but also how to get away w selling illegally certain things over a counter.
Richard thought , because I doNATEd the proceeds from the festivals to charity, I'd make a good bartender. To this day I'll never understand his reasoning! But who am I to question another drunk. He said he was going to open a local bar w an anonimous backer & wanted only 'local' people to work there. By then I was living in the town that my family helped settle, back in the 1700's, Warren, Ct. Hence the fact that he considered me a 'local'. After training at the Pub, under the keen eye of the manager Barry Quioit, I was then certified...it was'nt until years later that I was certified as something else. So began my allustreous career. {sorry but that story of the Golden Bough, will have to come later}.
After my time at the Bough, I proceded to my next destination: The Birches, with another ...how do I say...unstable owner, Hienes Hol ,or as we loving remember him as 'Hiney Hole'. A short time after that I went to work at the 'Casino' just up the Lake Rd. Now I'm really working it! Handing out 5 to 6 Buds at a time to some real locals at a real bar! How could it get any better?
Next I will reveal the crowning moment of my career. A hint: I was reminded by Wendy & Joe on FB.
So there it began, the knowledge to not only meet & greet but also how to get away w selling illegally certain things over a counter.
Richard thought , because I doNATEd the proceeds from the festivals to charity, I'd make a good bartender. To this day I'll never understand his reasoning! But who am I to question another drunk. He said he was going to open a local bar w an anonimous backer & wanted only 'local' people to work there. By then I was living in the town that my family helped settle, back in the 1700's, Warren, Ct. Hence the fact that he considered me a 'local'. After training at the Pub, under the keen eye of the manager Barry Quioit, I was then certified...it was'nt until years later that I was certified as something else. So began my allustreous career. {sorry but that story of the Golden Bough, will have to come later}.
After my time at the Bough, I proceded to my next destination: The Birches, with another ...how do I say...unstable owner, Hienes Hol ,or as we loving remember him as 'Hiney Hole'. A short time after that I went to work at the 'Casino' just up the Lake Rd. Now I'm really working it! Handing out 5 to 6 Buds at a time to some real locals at a real bar! How could it get any better?
Next I will reveal the crowning moment of my career. A hint: I was reminded by Wendy & Joe on FB.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
continue to the Woods..
After arriveing home w my 2 dogs, & a dead 'Affeck' duck in tow, all I could do was lay on the couch, numb from all the bites. I may not be allurgic, but after getting bit that much you can't do much more. All I could do while laying there , was to think of where am I going to get a white domestic duck, & what am I going to do w this one? Well the 2nd question was answered when I thought that I could sacrifice it to the Great White Oak. So I went to the top of a hill in New Milford where the Oak tree stood, & lay the Duck at it's base to lay in peace as it would in Heaven. Or something like that.
Now finding a replacement would seam to be a problem, but as luck would have it, at the time I was working in Kent. I would have to go down the Mountain every morning. One day as I was about to go over the crest, on the right I saw a sign, it read: Ducks for sale. I don't know how much it cost , all I know is that I had it before my party.
Now as most of you know this would be the 1st of 3 that I did...w alot of help from my friends. The 1st was Alive in '75 Lake Country Green , on May 24th 1975. It was in memory of my father, who died a year earier on April 24th '74. The event brought a 1000 people to Warren Woods. Which enabled me to give some proceeds to donate to 2 Fire Depts. & the Cancer society.
The next 2 were almost as successful, except for the fact that the one on Aug. 24th, the same yr...it rained. 400 showed for that one: Independence '76/ Remember America....for the Bi-centenial. Last , but not least:Warren Woods '76 /Dirt Roads are Down to Earth on July 24th , the next year. That was just to all out party!!! [with preservation in mind] That one brought back those 1000 people.
I would have liked to continued this tradition, but the town fathers said:"we don't want those 'types'coming into our town". So ended the hopes for Warren Woods '77.....'78....& so forth.
Of course looking back , that seems like a good idea now, & could'nt imagine doing it again, as much as I was beseiged w request to do another for many years after. It was dubbed 'The Minni Woodstock'. I'm glad to have done it & also glad that I just found my original ticket to ' Woodstock' from '69.
Well, Deb...as I hoped you have learned, the Wasp is the less agressor...I hope this has helped.
As far as you, Lori...you'll just have to keep on 'posting' & maybe I'll just come up w another story for you...
Now finding a replacement would seam to be a problem, but as luck would have it, at the time I was working in Kent. I would have to go down the Mountain every morning. One day as I was about to go over the crest, on the right I saw a sign, it read: Ducks for sale. I don't know how much it cost , all I know is that I had it before my party.
Now as most of you know this would be the 1st of 3 that I did...w alot of help from my friends. The 1st was Alive in '75 Lake Country Green , on May 24th 1975. It was in memory of my father, who died a year earier on April 24th '74. The event brought a 1000 people to Warren Woods. Which enabled me to give some proceeds to donate to 2 Fire Depts. & the Cancer society.
The next 2 were almost as successful, except for the fact that the one on Aug. 24th, the same yr...it rained. 400 showed for that one: Independence '76/ Remember America....for the Bi-centenial. Last , but not least:Warren Woods '76 /Dirt Roads are Down to Earth on July 24th , the next year. That was just to all out party!!! [with preservation in mind] That one brought back those 1000 people.
I would have liked to continued this tradition, but the town fathers said:"we don't want those 'types'coming into our town". So ended the hopes for Warren Woods '77.....'78....& so forth.
Of course looking back , that seems like a good idea now, & could'nt imagine doing it again, as much as I was beseiged w request to do another for many years after. It was dubbed 'The Minni Woodstock'. I'm glad to have done it & also glad that I just found my original ticket to ' Woodstock' from '69.
Well, Deb...as I hoped you have learned, the Wasp is the less agressor...I hope this has helped.
As far as you, Lori...you'll just have to keep on 'posting' & maybe I'll just come up w another story for you...
Back from the Woods
There was a story I was trying to put on FB many weeks ago....ran out of space & promised Lori I would get it to her. That's when I realize I had to come here & Blog, so that I could ramble on.....& on......& on......& on. So I'm gonna try to recreate a time back in the Woods, a few years ago.
It also referred to an incident that happened to Debbie, when she got stung by that Hornet or wasp, & wasn't sure which it was ...all she new is that she was pissed & it hurt like hell. ...re:FB..a month or so ago.
I'm going to try to help Deb with the difference between the two, while bringing you back to the sping of '75.
The many times I visited Tom that spring, going over plans to have a party for a few close friends, this time I could'nt help but notice his one apple tree, that once stood on the sloop just off the lawn, had blown over. I quickly volunteered to cut it up for him, & we made plans to do it the next day.
Arriveing at his house the next day with my trusty Homlite,which had been my fathers, I first noticed that Tom's car was not there. [ ye 'ol Blue '65 Falcon] So, I thought, at least I could get started. He'll get back from the Pub at some point.
Even though I was low on gas & oil, I should haved stopped then, but no, get 'er done! I proceded to the fallen tree, which was split in 2 leaders...or limbs....I started my trusty Homlite & began walkin toward my 1st goal which was to cut at the 1st branch, I reached down w the saw & started.....then WAM.......standing there w just a pair of cut-offs...a swarm of white - assed Hornets came right up my crotch!! The 1st one I hit was on my inner thigh, It left my hand print for a week!!
I jumped off the tree, with chain saw in hand, tossed the saw, rolled on the ground screaming the most profane words that pierced that sunny, warm , peaceful day on the quite back roads of Warren. After running down Brick School House Road, I stopped & turned around , the neighbor accross the street came over to me to see if I was alright.After telling him what had happened, he said even though I was'nt alurgic, I should see some one that knows bees.
I jumped into my Landcruiser, along w my 2 dogs at the time: Tokas & Charlie. and started home, then it came to me that I could stop at the Masseys farm to consult about my stings, knowing that he kept bee hives on the farm. I pulled in next to the barn & as soon as I stopped, Tokas jumped out....haveing no doors on at the time....run down the stairs below the barn. Not too soon after he returned w white feathers in his mouth. Oh, SHIT......then came the Massey family, following right behind.I think they were on their way to lunch.
Dumb-founded, all I could say was: 'want can I do to make up for this?' His reply was:'Replace it'.
O.K., now I have to replace a white domestic duck for the guy that's the Fire Chief in the town that I'm just about to throw a little gathering at the park where I named the Fire Dept.as one of the beneficeries of any profits.
It also referred to an incident that happened to Debbie, when she got stung by that Hornet or wasp, & wasn't sure which it was ...all she new is that she was pissed & it hurt like hell. ...re:FB..a month or so ago.
I'm going to try to help Deb with the difference between the two, while bringing you back to the sping of '75.
The many times I visited Tom that spring, going over plans to have a party for a few close friends, this time I could'nt help but notice his one apple tree, that once stood on the sloop just off the lawn, had blown over. I quickly volunteered to cut it up for him, & we made plans to do it the next day.
Arriveing at his house the next day with my trusty Homlite,which had been my fathers, I first noticed that Tom's car was not there. [ ye 'ol Blue '65 Falcon] So, I thought, at least I could get started. He'll get back from the Pub at some point.
Even though I was low on gas & oil, I should haved stopped then, but no, get 'er done! I proceded to the fallen tree, which was split in 2 leaders...or limbs....I started my trusty Homlite & began walkin toward my 1st goal which was to cut at the 1st branch, I reached down w the saw & started.....then WAM.......standing there w just a pair of cut-offs...a swarm of white - assed Hornets came right up my crotch!! The 1st one I hit was on my inner thigh, It left my hand print for a week!!
I jumped off the tree, with chain saw in hand, tossed the saw, rolled on the ground screaming the most profane words that pierced that sunny, warm , peaceful day on the quite back roads of Warren. After running down Brick School House Road, I stopped & turned around , the neighbor accross the street came over to me to see if I was alright.After telling him what had happened, he said even though I was'nt alurgic, I should see some one that knows bees.
I jumped into my Landcruiser, along w my 2 dogs at the time: Tokas & Charlie. and started home, then it came to me that I could stop at the Masseys farm to consult about my stings, knowing that he kept bee hives on the farm. I pulled in next to the barn & as soon as I stopped, Tokas jumped out....haveing no doors on at the time....run down the stairs below the barn. Not too soon after he returned w white feathers in his mouth. Oh, SHIT......then came the Massey family, following right behind.I think they were on their way to lunch.
Dumb-founded, all I could say was: 'want can I do to make up for this?' His reply was:'Replace it'.
O.K., now I have to replace a white domestic duck for the guy that's the Fire Chief in the town that I'm just about to throw a little gathering at the park where I named the Fire Dept.as one of the beneficeries of any profits.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I knew this thing would get me. There's an error on the last blog due to bad math & bad memory. Marley is 17 today....I guess in the back of my head I kinda knew it & just thought 16 ain't so bad to take , for just allittle longer.......
So, ck out the stuff she does w art on her page, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to many & all your birthdays, no matter how old or young you may be.....
So, ck out the stuff she does w art on her page, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to many & all your birthdays, no matter how old or young you may be.....
Well, It's Jan. 11th 2011. It's my oldest grandchilds birthday, my granddaughter Marley Love. She's 16 now, WOW!!
Also on today, here in St. Pete. Fla. , they just opened the new Salvador Dali museum. Go to tampabay.com/dali .
He's got to be my favorite artist & I have a few connections to him. Mainly we have the same birthdays on May 11th. Also my 1st contracting job back in the early 70's was for Julian Levy, who at that time lived in Bridgewater, Ct. He was responsible for bringing Dali to America. Got to see his work 1st hand. Our friend Seymore Butts actually lived as a caretaker there.
Since then I've been true admirer of him, ended up with one of his books...which I will give to Marly, when I get back to Ct. Also made an attempt to do some surrealistic painting myself , some day I'll post those. Of course that's another Ct thing, not to mention the fact that it's not quite a priority .
So, as you can see this is a special day all around, there is also something to the number '11', not sure the whole meaning around it, but I know it's there.
Hope you enjoy your day as much.....
Also on today, here in St. Pete. Fla. , they just opened the new Salvador Dali museum. Go to tampabay.com/dali .
He's got to be my favorite artist & I have a few connections to him. Mainly we have the same birthdays on May 11th. Also my 1st contracting job back in the early 70's was for Julian Levy, who at that time lived in Bridgewater, Ct. He was responsible for bringing Dali to America. Got to see his work 1st hand. Our friend Seymore Butts actually lived as a caretaker there.
Since then I've been true admirer of him, ended up with one of his books...which I will give to Marly, when I get back to Ct. Also made an attempt to do some surrealistic painting myself , some day I'll post those. Of course that's another Ct thing, not to mention the fact that it's not quite a priority .
So, as you can see this is a special day all around, there is also something to the number '11', not sure the whole meaning around it, but I know it's there.
Hope you enjoy your day as much.....
Monday, January 10, 2011
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