Thursday, December 11, 2008
Showers of blessings!
It is raining cats and dogs outside today and I am 47. I am looking through the photos and remembering the wonderful birthday presents that I received almost every year or so I got a new brother or sister for a present. I am so grateful for them all and so glad that God reminded me of His overwhelming favor in these things by sending a downpour to mark my day. I am thinking back to the 1 through 5 years and I think I will entitle them open mouth insert foot. All of my photos have my mouth wide open. The one photo with me walking around with my mouth open, I remember as the day that we lost President Kennedy. That was the last time I remember standing there smiling like that.
Dad said that I was such a greedy baby that I would've gobbled my mommy alive, it looked like. They were always trying to get a handle on my appetite. I ate alot and I sang alot and I still do. Learning self control is not natural to anybody and clearly not to me. My new years resolve is to control my candy snack eating binges and that is not easy on your birthday.
My wonderful husband brought me flowers and candy and ordinarily I wouldn't even share a one of them. Let's see how I do with that.
Dad said that he wanted me to be faster than everybody else's baby on the job. So he put me on the floor as soon as my legs could stand it and tried to encourage me to walk. I am not blaming my brain damage on the resultant fall, but something must have caused the silliness:).
Dad and I spent enormous amounts of time with eachother and he tried to make me memorize stuff all of the time and sent me on little errands into this room and that room to get stuff to increase my memory. He made me memorize phone numbers from here to Brooklyn and that type of thing and he was into every class I had at school to see what I was remembering of what I learned. That is why he called me his "Frankenstein monster".
This is a picture of Dad's dad Ethan Jack Bodden, when I was born.
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Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
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.
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
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.
1 comment:
Great retrospection... I love seeing the old photo's mixed with the new! The music is so joyous Thanks for your vision your love shines through I miss you: as Grandma Monica would say, madly.
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