Why I married my husband...

 ...or maybe it should read, "Another reason why I married my husband".

(Reference note: Grandma, why did you marry Grandpa?
AND   Sunshine and the Solar System)

I was sitting here, content to check out blogs and make comments.

John had taken the telescope out to back yard (there is no yard, just a pool which is seldom used).

He came running in, "Quick.  You gotta see this!  Jupiter's moons are lined up, and you can even see..."

I told him, "Just a minute, okay?"

"No, you gotta come now.  These things move out of focus really fast!"

Jupiter with its moons

So we ran out back, and he refocused the telescope.

The planets' positions on evening, March 3, 2012

 Today's night sky


There Jupiter was with striations of orange and brown, with three of its moons in a line, and one shy moon snuggled in just beneath Jupiter.

Jupiter moving closer to Venus, with the Moon looking on

Awe struck.  That's what I was.  Then I look at John; his face was lit up like a child sharing a special toy with a special person.


And that's another reason why I married my husband.

 

What radio stations played in the 60s

 

My intro to music was on our radio station, WBBA , out of Pittsfield, Illinois.  Country music was primary, even though Peter,  Paul and Mary were available.  Then that station changed, adapting somewhat to modern music.  

"Itsy bitsy teenie weenie polka dot bikini" appeared now and then along with "One Eye one horn flying purple people eater". Are you familiar with these gems?

As a not quite teenager, I loved this.  How could the faithful to country radio station could broadcast such delight?

Then the music world moved to other music numbers which involved a vehicle of some sort, a love relationship, and/or disaster. 

Leader of the Pack!  

 And then, there were the Beach Boys.  My world was expanded with each new discovery.

Even so, there would always be WBBA:

WBBA FM 97.5

Wbba Radio
Double Barreled Country

 

The Privileges of the Gentry

 

family portrait  

 The sight of Marchioness Hermoine plunging through the mass of titled gentry would remain an indelible memory in her daughter’s mind. Her elegant grace and steely gaze ran interference for the daughter Gemma, brushing aside lesser baronesses and viscounts as she made straight for the Duke of Canterlen’s son. She would slice him to pieces. 

“Clement!” she addressed him with a curtsy. It was a matter of form, and he responded, “Marchioness” with a deep bow.

Clement grew pale when Gemma emerged into view.  Curtsy, bow, smile.

“Clement,” the Marchioness addressed him.  “It has been said that your father has been and is now a magnanimous man.”  Hermoine stepped in closely to the now shivering man.  “You have stolen two possessions of great value from the Marquess of Braunchton. How do you propose to make reparations for each?”

Clement staggered with the knowledge that his father the Duke and Gemma’s father the Marquess were going to do some very bad and fully deserved things to him.

                                         English manor house 1800s

 

Clement viewed the attendees and he clearly saw the Duke and Marquess breaking through the crowd of elites.  He took off and headed to the stable where his horse stood still in saddle.  Leaping on and tearing out across the Sussex countryside, Clement prayed there was a ship of any sort heading out the harbor.

 Questions:  What had he done?  What two things had he stolen? 

 What reparations are expected?  What would you do?  Details, please. 

 

These italicized and underlined words were provided by Delores from Under the Porch Light.  Each Wednesday,  Delores provided six daunting words for any who wishes to participate in this writing challenge.  This post was from 2018.