Thursday, December 18, 2008

Amy was brought to us via a snow plow...

I think it was during that huge snow storm where the drifts were 12 feet high was the year that Amy was born. We never let poor Amy forget it. I for one was glad she wasn't a boy. We were just not ready for a boy yet. And our sisterhood was not complete. Everybody said what did Camille have. Oh, no, another girl...too bad. It wasn't really too bad it was too good. Aunt Gloria gave Mommy a wonderful baby shower, as if Amy was the first baby and the ladies got together and laughed and enjoyed themselves and Amy was destined to be very great.
We teased her everyday because her voice was raspy, almost as though God changed His mind to make her a girl after He made her voice.
We were mean big sisters when we weren't kissing and cuddling her. We meant it in love but onetime I kissed A so hard that I gave her a cyst on her cheek.
We had some wonderful dance seasons later on when the girls got old enough to defend themselves against their older sisters' kissing them and punching them all of the time.
We told Amy that an alligator had left her on the doorstep and that we had to dust her off and adopt her and I think she believed us too. She cried for days about this horrible legend of her coming to us. It was just as mean as could be.
Amy's favorite song was I love you alphabets from the commercial and she would sing it all of the time with her raspy voice. I just loved looking into the eyes of those little girls. We didn't let them in our big girl club, they were always too young. In a way we were trying to protect them from the sinister eyes that we had gotten from knowing everything.
When stuff happened we used to gather in the bathroom, at Grandma Ruth's or wherever we were and discuss the topic. I would translate the big people talk into 3 and 2 an5 and whatever year old and tell them what these thing would mean to us. The next baby was coming already but it wasn't Mom's tummy that was getting big...

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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


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.