Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Our first family love...On Sutphin Blvd

I would say and I have said to Enoch that our first family love was Dr. Lang. "DR.LANG!", I remember the intensity of his tone and pitch as he answered the phone while we stood and waited for his complete and undivided attention. He was our first love, because he delivered Dad and he delivered me. Any man who goes through childbirth with 2 generations of women in the family is considered the hero of the family. No man has endured more of the pain in our family with us as he has.
My husband and Chin are next because they were there at the births of the children. But in the old days, only the doctors could enter into the sacrum of excruciation, with the women. He was the hero.
One day he took my face in his hands and said, Jayne, Jayne, Jayne, don't get fat! referring to my looking exactly like my elder auntie, who is now my twin. I love him for that candid perusal of our family tendency. I guess, I didn't listen. I still struggle.
I remember the darkness of his office as they conserved electricity and Mrs. Lang, sometimes coming to the door on Sutphin Blvd, and the sugar free candies in the candy dish. The order and consistency of their elderly life and the decisiveness and determination that marked his every move and motion, even the hampered motions of one disabled by broken hips, were a monument of his strength and perserverence. He was our doctor and educator and friend and mentor. It was truly a privilege knowing him and when he looked at my shingles and said, I have never seen any thing like that in any one so young. I thought that must be the end, I must be dying. How could a 90 year old genius not have seen this before. Amazingly, I did live past there. About my pimples, he said, Jayne, Jayne, Jayne, do you have a boyfriend? I said no. He said that is the only person who would notice those things on your face.
He was our love and I try to share much of him with my children when I remember to.
"A man's got to do what a man's got to do!"
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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

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.