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Thursday, May 30, 2019

Sister to Sister

The Two Sisters Or Painting Sister
Mary and Martha

16 October 1998


Dear Martha,

Your letter pulled me from a pit of despair.  If ever there were awards for "Surviving a Plethora of Childhood Illnesses", I would be inducted into the Hall of Frantic Mother Fame.

The triplets have developed a chain of cursed plagues:  Influenza, chicken pox (vaccine, right?), strep throat, ear infections, and worms (really?). Each had one different sickness at a time. Clarisse had chicken pox, while the boys had ear infections. Then the train kept rolling through the house.

Is this God's thunderbolt of retribution for swearing during Mass?Loudly swearing at Clarisse-the-She-Devil? I mean, she fully deserved it. No one, cute or not, should crawl under the pews singing a beer commercial.

As you know, my house was never a museum, but now a City Inspector could cover the house with "Condemned" yellow tape. One time, someone taped a "Quarantine" notice on my door. It was misspelled. Probably it was that bitchy blonde next door who has no children. I have lit many candles at church, praying for her fertility.

Must go. Alex-the-Spontaneous is vomiting on the cat. Christopher-the-Wild is smearing vomit on the bathroom mirror. Thank you, Lord, that it is not diarrhea. So far, so good.

I do not know what is next on the roster, but I suspect diarrhea will finally land on and all over our house. Or maybe I will be vomiting on the carpet. Could be both.

Your sister,

Mary-the-Desperate

P.S. Help me, dear Lord, please oh please. Help me.

I followed a blog written by a mother with a 4 yr. old preschooler, and then triplets. I think of her now and then, since her blog is inactive.  In fact, when I see a mom with twins along with a few other young siblings, I pray for her and them. Date above is random. Names come from another blog I have now inactive "Chronicles of Samuel".

This post has been unearthed from six years ago. Completely rewrote it.  Still kept the triplets and swearing during mass thing. And, of course, vomiting. One has to insert vomiting whenever possible.

Oh, and this post went up accidently a few days before for May 27. My bad. Hadn't quite finished it.  

Sunday, May 26, 2019

We were soldiers once....


...and we were young.**


Gr-grandfather, Martin Van Buren Shive, Civil War, Bull Run
Gr-Grandfather Martin Van Buren Shive, second from right, Bull Run
Civil War. Supposedly a mean "son of a bitch".
Louis Benjamin Peck  Civil War Veteran

Uncle Leo Peck, WW1
Son of Louis
B. Peck
Lewis Parker Cardiff, WW1
Grandfather


Louis "Bud" Peck, Army Air Corp., Mariana Islands
Grandson of Louis B. Peck.
Location of the atomic bomb plane, Enola Gay




Cousin Bill Peyton, Infantry, Vietnam, died  1970

Joseph Michael Williams
Classmate from high school, James Michael Williams

A boy from my town,  Jay Shelby, died 1967
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Our town boy, Jay Shelby, died 1967


Red poppies, and one white poppy, in a field.
Not just memory
**
A book written by Lt. General Hal Moore (Ret)
with war reporter Joseph L. Galloway






Friday, May 24, 2019

Hwy 61

Highway 61
North and South
Think about this list:
                      Rte. 66, Pacific Coast Hwy 101, California Rte. 1, 

Blue Ridge Pkwy., Green River Pkwy

These are historic roads along beautiful sights. We have traveled along 101 and 1 here in California. They curve along the Pacific Coast. Indescribable.   

We drove on 66 briefly, since it is now in short stretches and bits. Ate at Road Kill Cafe, Rte. 66, Seligman, AZ. Great French fries.

Blue Ridge and Green River Pkwys are beautiful beyond description, as the YouTube videos show. God is amazing.

So, what is this post all about? What Hwy didn't make the cut?

Hwy 61, of course. By Bob Dylan.

How to describe this song is way beyond me.  There are five stanzas. Each one describes some sort of problem resolved on Hwy 61. Or, maybe it isn't about anything, because Dylan's style is a swirl of images and rhythms? Or, maybe Dylan was just playing with words, all pouring out from his crazy great brain?

Hwy 61 travels from Minnesota (or beyond into Canada) in a winding way to New Orleans. The heart of blues strolled along the Mississippi South to North, stopping off to share the music's beauty and rhythm.

So, here is Bob Dylan:




YouTube, about 3 minutes

Highway 61 Revisited single cover.jpg
Highway 61
Check out the lyrics at this site. They are brilliant.