I sat next to mom Walker on the Turkey ritual, once in my life and it will stay with me. Mom had intentions for that turkey and the turkey was going to come into obedience to her commands. She had good taste in her hands and she was going to pull it out of that turkey.
The turkey sat on the table still stiff from the cold and the thawing process. The muscles of the turkey were tight and immovable at first glance and I had the philosophy that the less we touch the thing the better. I really don't and didn't like the feeling of cold bird in my hands it is yucky. Even after the cleaning process, I prefer to season and cook. Mom showed me that it is a relationship you are forging and she with me and us with the bird. Mom said take some of the butter and put it on the bird, "yuck!" Definitely not one of my favorite things to feel, at that time. She had seasonings including paprika and seasoned salt and various other things and we were going to put them into the turkey and not by osmosis. I didn't know that she was seasoning me for her son also.
We took the turkey that day and rubbed and rubbed and touched it in places I had no intentions of putting butter. Mom, you put butter there too? She said not a word to me except, rub the turkey. When she was finished with that turkey it was a different bird, relaxed, not beligerant, not frozen and most definitely seasoned. I saw seasoned as sprinklings of different items on a "bird". She changed my perspective and showed me that she was "pulling" good taste out of that bird. It was a bird and now it was a meal and I could've tasted it before we put it into the oven, Yuck!
When it was done, it was fabulous and the spiritual lesson of love and comradery follows me this 18 Thanksgivings later. I love that my mother in law loved her family enough to share her secrets of love and seasoning with me and I do miss her, too.
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
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
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
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.
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