Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I Knit Therefore I Am

What a nice time I had with some ladies, recently knitting and, or relearning to knit. For a while it seemed to me like the vestages of the old days of maternity and such. I've got a new enjoyment for this old craft and it has been helping me with my impatience. I have something to do in waiting times. NC is slower and kinder and it is easy to jump from thing to thing and become very irritated at the pace of things. The knitting keeps me from griping and nagging. Actually, I haven't tried it instead of nagging yet, but I intend to..:) One day.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Dish Water Test

I am so grateful to be in a new and big kitchen, that I keep envisioning Mu in her kitchen at 106. I don't have to do dishes now because I have a dishwasher, but in the old days Mu used to wash the dishes for the many, many people that went through 106 in one big sink. (You guys know how I hate the dishes)

Legend has it that when Margaret was dropped off, she was 8 months old and she had no strength in her back and that Mu cured her by sitting her in the dishwater.
I think Mu didn't have any other way of holding her up and that was their private time with eachother and that she was just as shocked when Margaret started sitting up herself as everybody. God works miracles with love and the dirty water test has come to signify the healing and loving things that we mommies do that although they are unorthodox and smelly and messy, God works His miracles through them. I hope Margaret is not embarrassed by this family secret being revealed..:)

Monday, February 26, 2007

Thanks For the Overwhelming participation, family!

I believe that I am making some headway with this. I recieved some very encouraging and challenging information from the family blogging community. We must invite the more scholarly in the family history, like the chairman to get on board.Until we have 100% family participation it will still be just a dream.

I want pictures of Grandma Hanst in my hands or on scanned in somewhere, before Easter, Ladies and Gentleman. That is the first treasure hunt. I will publish it I think it is very good to find out as much as we can while we still have uncle and aunties alive. So if you find out something about her that I don't know tell me and I will try to compile it and publish it.

Now that we have so much in common, lets blog on!

This is how WE DO IT! I got some great pics from A and I will post them when I learn how???

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Showers

The older I get the more I think about Grandma Hanst. She started all of this family business. Aunt Roz used to call me her when she saw me following in the footsteps as we all have in one way or another.
Today, I remembered a day at the beach. At Sunken Meadow and we were having a wonderful time as little people. The family wasn't as hard to get together, because we all lived in NY. We could see a couple of sparks of lightening in the distance and Mu said we'd better go to the cars. I remember how mad I was that she had said that. She was the boss and we knew that we all had better get a move on. The clouds rushed us and we were all caught in the most awesome storm with buckets of water dumping on us and lightening thrashing about us as we scrambled to collect the real valuables (the old people and children) and go to the cars. Her Easter baskets were unforgettable and the way the Dodgers were always playing when we went to her house. Time stood still for us at her house and she seemed to fit us all in that little apt. of hers. I wish the older people in the family, like all the aunties would fill in the blanks about her for not just the cliches, the precious memories...

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.