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Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
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5:06 pm - Enjoyable Book
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Mom said she enjoyed A Bride for Adam by Muriel Jensen. She has the book now. I'm not sure if I sent it to her after reading it, or if she plans to send it to me. I rarely remember generic titles, even if I did like the book.
current mood:  nostalgic
current music: Carnival of the Animals with Ogden Nash's poetry read by Johnathan Winters. Fun
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2009
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6:04 pm - January, 1942 -- Ocean Springs weekly paper
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From the Ocean Springs weekly paper. Jan. 1942
W. T. Broome is the proud owner of a handsome new bike. He rode the bus to Biloxi Monday morning but rode his bike home!
SNYDER'S Laundry had an S.O.S from a customer this week, who wanted to know if they had hound a CAT in a bundle. They hadn't HEARD a thing, so imagine their surprise next morning when they unpacked the bundles --there was THE CAT, tied up inside, sound asleep and none the worse for the experience!
Mrs. Francesca Spencer took a group of English pupils to Perkingston Junior College Tuesday evening to see Macbeth produced by a New York company. We hear that everyone enjoyed the play, even BILLY HOLMES, who snatched FORTY WINKS durning the third act.
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Mother added this note:
Spencer was my English Literature teacher, a very good one. I did not go on the excursion.
current mood: nostalgic
current music: Billy Joel
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2008
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9:09 pm - Raising Children
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Emily knows very few young childhood stories of her first husband, Dale, but Bernice told her one that was from early childhood in connection with child-rearing advice. Her topic was "Do as I say, not as I do." Obviously, children NEVER follow that advice, and evidently learn not to quite young.
Dale came in from outside, and instead of hanging his chore jacket out in the mud room, ran into the dining room (the room the mud room opened into) and tossed his less than pristine jacket on one of the ladder back chairs as he passed through to the stair well in the far corner.
"Hang up your coat, Dale. You know better than to bring it in here."
"I do as Daddy do," the imp replied, continuing toward his goal.
current mood: devious
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9:03 pm - Who, Who
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While we were living in Chicago before Emily's son Ray was born, her mother Louise T. came to visit. One night, Emily woke up to hear strange hooting sounds coming from the living room. Wandering out, there sat her mother, who frequently got a creative urge at night, hooting and hooting, then writing furiously.
"What are you doing, Mom?"
"Writing a poem about owls."
current mood:  amused
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2008
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10:34 pm - Children
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Children
Jessilin -- 3-19-96
Cole Michael -- June 16-98
Jaida Jolie -- 9-29-01
Cade Austin -- 3-2-02
and the new one..
Or two...
current mood:  accomplished
current music: "You'll Think of Me" Keith Urban
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9:32 pm - Ancient History
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Years ago, when I was living with Clyde and Carol (before my marriage to George, which lasted 20 years) Louise made a goose named Gus from an old coat. Carol had one exactly like it, made from that same coat, named Gertrude. For years, letters between the two lovers would fly back and forth. I'll have to ask Lou if she's found Gus again since their move.
(Did I mis-remember something? Did the two geese get made in Rochester, when Carol lived up there, and get carried down to Mississippi, when she married Clyde?)
current mood: clever
current music: "I Had Me a Wife" (list of animals expanded to contain turtles and geese)
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8:59 pm - Spotted
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On this day, 8-13-o8, I opend my front door, steped off the porch, and to my right sat my first turtle since 2005. "Wait a minute," I told him. I went into the kitchen, opened my loaf, and took out a slice of fresh bread. As I went to the mail box, I tore bits of bread and threw down for him. He was really brave and did not even hide his head. When I returned with the mail, he was eating it.
I promptly named him "George", and asked Clyde when he called if he'd let Myrtle, the Turtle, a turtle-shaped doorstop made by Clay's mother or grandmother, date George.
"Well, I'll have to think about that!" he said.
Carol and Clyde used to have turtles in their back yard, but nobody knows where they are now. Clyde would call and string me along, quoting from Myrtle, the Turtle, and I thought she was real for several months. Carol didn't even tell me!
current mood:  happy
current music: "Sin Bound Train" "feels so happy" line
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2008
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10:13 am - About George, by Lurline
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Here's a trade last for George: He's my idea of a perfect Southern gentleman. I have known very few of them, but he is one, (even if he does claim to be a Yankee.) I am always impressed when I meet someone so at ease with himself and anyone around him.
You remember Kipling's poem If? We had to memorize it in the eighth grade. Mary O'Keefe taught us English and Literature that year. The school was short of funds, and the teachers had to double up on classes. I'll never forget that poem, especially the line, "and walk with kings, nor lose the common touch." I think George could walk with kings.
current mood:  sympathetic
current music: All Our Sorrows, Lord, Will Soon Be Over
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2008
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11:30 pm - George on Sex
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George, at age 80, in nearly constant pain, never lost his sense of humor. In intensive care, when the nurse came in to give him a list of do’s and don’t’s to guide his future life, listened intently, but cracked everyone up when she got to the line, ‘No sex for three weeks.’ by shouting in mock outrage, “THREE WEEKS?”
She didn’t react.
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| Monday, July 21st, 2008
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1:47 pm - First Kiss
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In 1943 at the end of April, Captain Wells, the director of the IBM department men, arranged a picnic for everyone in the office at Tchoutacaboufla, pronounced Shootica Bluff, some twenty miles from Keesler Air Force Base.
Emily, Audrey and Mac worked in the same office. Audrey and Emily first met their first day working in the office. Emily got off work early, around 1:30, to start ferrying participants out to the river. Although some people had their own vehicles, most did not. After three trips, she found out that all the WACS were coming, as well.
"My dad owns a laundry and will let us borrow one of the trucks, but I'll need someone to drive it."
The captain agreed and let her choose the driver, Mac, whom she knew to be a safe driver and trustworthy, not even inclined to swear in front of women. The captain adopted an "oh, great" attitude and turning away, as though he were checking items off a list, commented, "That will take care of the WACS."
Emily's dad trusted her to make sound decisions. She had to return the family car, as her sister Phyllis was graduating from the eighth grade. Emily changed her clothes to white "sharkskin" shorts with a skirt that went with it.
Mac, the only male in Emily's office, was a rich boy with a girlfriend back home.
Dale worked next door in Locator files. All the girls were chasing after "Curly", Dale's nickname.
At the river, Emily removed her skirt and put it in the truck. She saw Dale, who had been in swimming, hopping around on one foot as he tried to put his sock on his wet foot. Everyone else was already in line to get their supper, which Captain Wells had instructed the mess to prepare.
As Emily walked by, she inquired, "Would you like me to dish up a plate for you?" not knowing that Dale already had a WAC picked out to be his date. (When Dale first arrived, Emily had already brought a file into Dale's office, checking him out, and his buddies had explained that she was off bounds, engaged to a lieutenant who had just graduated from OCS, Bob Snyder, who was already serving overseas. Her "oh, he's not so cute" comment upon returning has been a family joke for years, given the speed in which the marriage took place.)
"Yes."
They wandered off alone a bit, picked out a spot and ate together. Emily mentioned that there was a better place to swim around the bend.
"Would you like to show me?"
As they walked over, Emily talked nervously about her brother Don, whose appendix had just been removed, and others of her family.
"I'm surprised you came to the picnic. I'd heard you were engaged."
"No, I am not." Emily told him.
"I'm surprised you'd walk over here alone with me," Dale said.
Once out of sight of the others, however, Dale remained respectful.
Emily showed him the two beaches, the cleaner water, and told him that this is where she hung out with Bob Snyder, who was overseas, her brothers, and their friends.
Feeling safe, Emily let drop the information that she and Bob had broken up, but that she used his reputation to keep men in line. They started back through the woods, talking easily. Reaching a little dip that hid them, Dale stopped in it, stepped in front of Emily, turning her face to face. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"It was just a kiss, not demanding or demeaning, not sleazy in any way," she later reported. "Scared, I just stood there, looking at him until he took my hand and we walked back to the bonfire, where we again sat a little way from the main group.
Dale took out his ocarina and played pop tines from the period like "Marie". Whenever he'd pause, different soldiers, his buddies, acting as chaperones, would cat call, "You stopped, Hugus. Keep it up," "Let's keep those lips busy, Hugus," or "Okay, Hugus, keep playing over there."
The next day, when Dale called, Emily answered the Snyder phone. Dale said, "May I speak with Emily? This is Dale."
Emily did not recognize the name, as everyone had called him "Hugus" the night before. It didn't take them long to get it straightened out, however. Her brother Don had just broken up with Jo Mary, so she invited him to go to Tchoutacaboufla with her and Dale. When he seemed reluctant, she told him about a real nice girl from her office named Audrey he might want to meet. Thus began the inception of two lovely couples.
Don was still recuperating. The next time she and Dale were going, she asked him, "Would you like to go with Audrey again? With alacrity, he said, "Yes."
Don took it from there, eventually marrying Audrey and having eight children.
Dale and Emily kept going out and were married three and a half months later. They got the "Til death do us part" right, producing four children along the way.
Eleven years later, Emily got it right again, remarrying, this time to George. Compare the first kisses here.
Now, on to the first kiss for the "also ran".
current mood: wistful
current music: Harry Belafonte, Calipso
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008
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8:37 pm - The Power of One
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In a recent weekly Saturday conversation, my daughter S. and I were talking about the power of God in our lives. She told about the historical problem of people fighting wars because of their belief in God, even when their Holy books admonish them not to kill.
We'd lose our ability to fight if we truly believed in one God, one omnipotent, omniscient God. We ACT as if that's one God for the Protestants (some denominations may rate one of their own, as their creed holds forth that they, and they alone are the true believers, and only their way is righteous,) one God for the Catholics, one for the Jews, one for the Muslims, ad infinium. That really LIMITS GOD! He puts up with the endless diversity of man without a problem. HE has no trouble allowing for people's isolationist ideas, need to feel special, desire to be MORE righteous than any others... All because we can't count to ONE and STOP.
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| Monday, August 6th, 2007
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3:52 pm - I'm Going to Go Eat Worms
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The only chocolate worms I've ever seen were in the chocolate chip cookies the boys made in a class at the nature center. They collected, washed, chopped, and included angle worms in the chocolate chip cookies they made for the Mothers to go with their coffee when they picked the kids up:)
I was one of the few Mom's who would eat them.
"You guys just added some protein, so they're actually better for you this way."
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| Friday, June 15th, 2007
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2:51 pm - The Hoot Owl and Miss Emily Hit Pandemonium
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CAROL told a lie! I don't believe it; but I heard it with my very own two ears! She told a lie! In fact, she WOKE CLYDE UP to do it, too! And my MOMMA told her to!
Bless him, the man knows his wife well. We were giggling hysterically, and he said, "Y'all either have to be exhausted, or y'all had more than water to drink. I can hear you giggling."
Truth was then told. "No! All we had was ice water, all three of us. San says that Em had hers straight."
At the airport, just before San found the girls, another story in itself, Carol said, "This is one trip where we WON'T get lost."
Emily finished her sentence for her, "Because Sandy knows the territory." Then she added, "And I immediately thought of The Music Man."
Robert Preston sings, in a surprisingly HIGH voice, "But you've got to know the territory."
Now, everyone knows YOU DO NOT TEMPT FATE WITH BLANKET STATEMENTS LIKE THAT!
Getting lost is always a "giggle" affair with long roots in our family.
(Aside - back history for those who have never traveled with any of us for a long enough period to discover for themselves.)
On a trip to Ocean Springs, Mom, Lou, and Carol went to Seashore National Park, a museum with all kinds of shells, skeletons of fish and crustaceans, with two movies - the wildlife found on the barrier islands, and the forts in the area, including the one where prisoners from the Civil War were kept. After watching these fascinating films, the girls left, Lou driving.
Drive and chat, drive and chat, and eventually someone noticed that they were still in the parking lot, which was made up of a series of rectangles. Ten minutes passed, and they were STILL in the parking lot, even with all three now trying to decode the maze, laughing all the way. Finally Carol called Clyde, more as a joke than really expecting help, because, as Carol shamefacedly admits, "Clyde's not the person to call to have tell you where to go. Bless his heart! He would NEVER tell anyone where to go, any way you look at it."
Nobody remembers how, but they all showed up at their respective homes eventually, so we know they made their escape.
Fast forward at least a year. Mom was tied up with George in the hospital when Joan and Russ showed up, so Carol took them to the park. (Right. Slow learners here, THE SAME PARK.) [Ah, the plot thickens!] After telling them the story of the parking lot, complete with giggles, she admonished Russ, "Be sure and notice how we get in here so you can help me get out."
Russ, always a person who takes his duties seriously, watched carefully.
After enjoying exhibits and movies, they headed home. When Carol hesitated, Russ said, "Turn ... here," and proceeded to retrace their route accurately to the highway. A good man to have at your back.
When Mom took ME to that museum, she said, "Oh, we need Russell with us." With the type of prior warning that he was given, I could have guided her out, most likely, but with no prior warning, we, too, were lost in the maze. By examining the entire layout, we navigated it successfully without her getting too frazzled.
(Aside #2 - San's airport experience.)
Lou told me to leave home at 3, so I did, but she had NOT been informed of all the places I had planned to stop first along the way. This lack goes under the guise of FAMILY PLANNING.
Doing some quick math in my head, I decided NOT to empty the rest of the trash sacks adorning the front porch, waiting for the wind to die down so they could be burned. Those already loaded made it into the pile of rubbish at the bottom of the hill which will eventually be burned.
Fortunately, I did NOT start the fire, as I inadvertently included TODAY'S MAIL as an afterthought. Besides, I want to watch things burn to prevent catching my neighbor's field on fire... (Yes, I really DID do that, but I was right there... and it happened anyway when a stout breeze blew up and switched, trapping me between his corner post and the forked trunk of a tree as it swept past me on both sides and flew across 2/3 of his field one Thanksgiving day. I got to meet LOTS of volunteer firemen, to whom I apologized profusely. One man said, "Oh, I don't mind. This is a LOT more exciting than listening to boring relatives tell their long-winded stories. If you are of like mind as you peruse this tale, just hit delete. You can laugh, but nobody will be the wiser.)
I delivered egg cartons and a good Christian book to Carol Martin (as they were sitting on the seat either mom or Carol would need to occupy) and off I went, duty MOSTLY done.
Their flight was due in at 6:19, so at 5:30, I pulled into a fast food joint, got a small water with no ice for Mom, a chocolate shake for my brunch, and a full ice water for Carol, and hit up "short term parking," for $1 per half hour, lucking out and getting a position within four cars of the exit on the airport side. (Our bill was $4... and I consider it cheap at that price.)
Carefully positioning myself in the front row right at the bottom of the stairway bearing the notice "Only ticketed passengers and airport personnel beyond this point", I tried to read. Spying two arrivals from Texas, neither of which were arriving at the 6:19 arrival time, I dug for the paper with their itinerary printed on it. IT WAS GONE. The satellite weather occasionally replaced the list of arrivals, then the notice about being on "condition orange", which was also frequently broadcast over the PA system. The Dallas/Fort Worth and Huston areas were heavily covered -- a squall line. The arrival times for one flight changed from 6:30 to 7:05. The other Texas location moved to 7:45. Soon, one was at 8:30.
I was highly upset, and could not remember anything other than they were leaving at 11:38, going through Houston? Someplace in TX, and were to arrive at 6:19. There was a Minneapolis flight landing at 6:19 but I watched who deplaned from that one, and the girls were NOT on it. I went to the Continental and American ticket counters, the companies with arrivals from TX scheduled. One was darkened, one checking in a passenger. When he finished, I asked politely and got the agent to check BOTH flights, but neither Carol or Mom were listed as passengers. [Ah, the plot thickens!]
At 6:45, more "socked in" warnings from the TX area were posted. By 7, I went to the United desk, the only thing still open, and when that agent got free, I explained my problem. She suggested checking the baggage area and if they were not there, told me where to go to get them paged.
This was a clear-thinking lady. Sure enough, after a few minutes of checking seated passengers carefully, I spotted the back of Mom's head. I KNEW Carol had to be nearby, because I knew they would not come separately. I could NOT see Carol anywhere.
"How did you get past me?" I greeted Mom.
Mom said that when they landed at Memphis, they were offered a straight through flight to Des Moines, without the Minneapolis part of their trip. They'd arrived at Des Moines at 3:15! And, since I have no cell phone, they could not let me know.
I felt horribly guilty, as I certainly COULD have been at Des Moines by then, had I known. Mom explained that their BAGGAGE was just now being unloaded, and, sure enough, when someone moved, I could see Carol watching the carousel for their collection of containers.
So, last night, after waiting in the baggage claim area from 3:15 until after 7, when their baggage caught up with them, we left, going to Indianola to shop. It's ALL MOM'S FAULT, that whole thing about the lie. (You DO remember where this epic tale began, right?) She could have prevented the LIE from happening! While Carol and I went shopping, she remembered as she waited in the car, that Carol needed to call Clyde. This was after dark, after a leisurely meal at the Indianola Country Kitchen.
Need I admit that WE GOT LOST? About five miles south of Indianola on Highway 65/69, one goes straight and one does a left hand turn, in a huge intersection with tons of lights... but WE DROVE RIGHT PAST IT... lost in conversation and chuckles. Nor did we immediately realize that we were lost! When extra unexpected curves kept showing up, bending in the wrong direction repeatedly, we thought to watch for a road sign. Sure enough, we were on 69, way, way south of the turn-off, as in a good three times the distance to the south.
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Good conversation will do that to you. I remember one trip into the Sinks Canyon on horseback with Steve and Harold, where I needed to make a short ride after a surgery. Harold said there was a route that looped, and we did not need to do the whole 13 hour trail I was familiar with. Well, we chatted past the turn off, missed the one for the bit I knew, and came to when the sun was in the wrong spot -- WE WERE HEADING OUT FOR THE FIVE DAY RUN TO JACKSON. Harold kept checking a WW II variety very interesting looking compass. Finally, he said, "We're heading ... " and I KNEW FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE TREES that we were NOT GOING THAT DIRECTION. We got back safely, at twilight. Boy, was I sore!
(End Aside)
So, not being male, we pulled over and Carol dug a map out of the glove box. MOM, however, had a different agenda. Although Carol offered her the WATER CUP, she refused, in fact, could hardly wait to bare all right in the middle of the road! Need I explain, we'd taken the road less traveled by. I wanted to drive across the road to see the route number we were on, but I refrained. I was not sure how much shelter Mom was deriving from my car.
Also, her parting words were, "Don't drive off and leave me."
Carol and I debated doing exactly that, but decided that might be a bit too much excitement for an octogenarian.
Once the two cars on the cross roads passed, mom rejoined the expedition, and we set out to cross the road, pulling up beside the route sign while I located where we were and discussed undoing our talking itinerary with the aid of the Iowa map. Mom decided Carol needed to CALL CLYDE. THUS THE LIE HAPPENED. (You DO remember the LIE, right?)
"We only lost five miles, right?" said Mom.
Carol added, "Or six, depending on which sign you believe."
Sometime after eleven, we wended our weary way to San's driveway and were comatose and level by midnight.
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| Friday, June 1st, 2007
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5:09 am - Dale's Word Play
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Mom wrote: Many, many years ago, there was a movie called Rains.
Your grandmother Hugus told me that she had gone ?? maybe to the store. When she returned, there was a note from Dale.
The rains came, and we went.
Sighted sub sank same, and all that.
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| Thursday, May 31st, 2007
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8:48 pm - Bridging the Gaps
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Summer time brings to mind many picnics I've attended in my time.
One stands out, when as a family we Snyders had gone to Popps ferry in Biloxi. This park area is on the bay bayou -- hot, but as youngsters, we didn't seem to mind. Our sister, Jean, made deviled eggs. Mom made the potato salad and her famous Boston baked beans. I can't remember what meat we had. (Of course not, Mom. You remember PEOPLE and what they contributed. Since none of you were turkeys, chickens, pigs, or steers, YOU were involved, but not committed...)
The Popp's Ferry bridge had damage from Katrina, but was one of the first to be repaired, opening in 2006. Since it is one of the few places with a bridge over the water, car after car comes speeding across. If it weren't for a traffic light, the people living on the street would not be able to get out of their drive ways. Just ask my sister, C.
As of today, May 27, 2007, the Ocean Springs-Biloxi bridge over the bayou water is still not finished.
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| Sunday, March 11th, 2007
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7:57 pm - Death Is Nothing At All.
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Death Is Nothing At All.
I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you.
What ever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play; smile; think of me; pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was; let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Say not in grief that he is no more, but say in thankfulness that he was.
A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.
Taggre
Henry Scott Holland, 1847-1918, Cannon of St. Paul Cathedral, London
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| Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
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7:03 am - The Cute One
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Dad had to fly to Endicott, New York for IBM. When he had to go he would fly the small plane because it was more fun, and saved IBM money. The added bonus was Mom could go along and get to visit Phyllis. Muriel had come up to see Mom around the same time Dad's trip came up, so it was decided she could just fly to New York with them, getting to see two of her sisters instead of just one. Since the plane was a four seater, one of Dad's co-workers' wives came along, since the flight plan took them right over her relative's house.
They dropped her off and flew to Dad's parent's fruit farm in Ohio for an overnight visit.
Rewind for several years here. After Mom and Dad were married, Dad brought his parents and one of his younger brothers, Russell, down to meet Mom's parents in Mississippi. Russell thought Muriel was very cute and even commented, "Why did Dale marry Emily when he could have had Muriel?" Of course, this had gotten back to Muriel, and her husband Byron had heard it, too. Everyone, with the exception of Byron, thought it was very funny.
Back to the Endicott trip now. Muriel and Byron had been married in the intervening time, but Russell was not. They had a nice visit with Dad's parents and his two bachelor brothers. They flew on to NY the next day, and had a wonderful visit with Phyl and Nick.
When Muriel got home and was telling Byron all about her wonderful trip to the Northland, Byron got upset when she told him they had stopped at the farm for an overnight because he remembered Russell's comment about his cute wife!
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| Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
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6:56 pm - George's Burial
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We had the most relaxed service.
Lars, Don, Gail, Ginny, Janet, Muriel, Clyde, Carol, Lou, and I attended, plus the pastor and funeral director were there. It was a nice sunny day. Perfect. Then just the family went to a sea food restaurant for lunch.
Janet and Ginny came over to my house.
Love you.
Mom
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| Monday, February 26th, 2007
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2:54 pm - The Demise of a Good Man
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A Good Man Is Hard to Find
Can't Keep A Good Man Down
As the designated place where George would come to enjoy the "cathedral-like silences" and be at peace should his wife of 20 some years precede him in passing, I have to say, I feel cheated of the chance.
San
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| Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
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8:32 pm - Hair Day
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One cool, rainy, windy Wednesday in February, 2007, Carol and I were at Betty's getting our weekly hair-do. While Carol was under the dryer and Betty had washed and rolled my hair, the electricity suddenly went
off.
A twister went through east on Government Street, damaging part of the school and causing the whole street to lose electricity. Soon we both had our hair in rollers with no way to dry it.
We waited, making small talk. When lunch time came, we sent Clyde after PO-boys. After another hour, we both decided to go home and come back later.
When George saw me, he didn’t react at first, but listened to my tale, and that was that.
However, in the morning as I was getting ready to leave, George quipped, “Please leave your identification at home. I don’t want anyone to know that you belong to me.” He didn't crack a smile.
We’re still laughing about his dry humor.
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