Monday, May 25, 2009

I catapaulted myself into a homesickness cry when...








I started to think about what a timely and beautiful gift Muffy was in our lives. 26 years ago we all thought that life was over. Grandma was leaving us. We were in a deep grief and here she came. The light of that season. I started to remember that and I couldn't even write for a week.
Grandma would never have seen her great-grands if there hadn't been a Muffy. Muff was a nick name that aunt Amy thought up. I cried and cried for days missing you guys. I'm better now.
Grandma was the first grandchild to Ma and she would talk to me about that. Muffy was the first great grand and I know that she appreciated every minute that she got to hold and see that little "sweet muffin".
After that grief season, came my Enoch's birthday. We rejoiced and jumped and enjoyed the day while I was still picking myself up from my homesickness. My Enoch is a big boy now. A helpful son and a kind brother, most of the time :). Providentially, he had a class trip to an amusement park, he had a Sunday school birthday party and a home birthday party. He was very excited and happy with the fun stuff that he was able to do on his day. He missed no exciting ride and came home pooped. It was delightful to see.
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5 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Wow how handsome and strong!~ he also looks so intellectual is he?
All the emotional stuff is good if you can use it. I try not to let mine get me down, but that is difficult. My little life is a great gift and I try not to compare it to others ~look at you Great Mother of 6 beautiful children working and guiding them ~ I would feel terrible if I compared myself to that tremendous accomplishment so I live vicariously feeling blessed that I have Titans as sisters. With you in Spirit Always
Jo

May 25, 2009 at 12:37 PM
Jayne said...

You are the award winning nurse and caretaker, as well as auntie. I am not comparing, just grieving my youth. It is a hard thing to lose. These children are going on and I don't have the gumption, sometimes to take on the challenge. That is difficult. Love and missing you guys.

May 25, 2009 at 9:34 PM
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May 25, 2009 at 9:35 PM
jackie said...

HOPE YOUR FEELING BETTER
WE WILL BE TO VISIT YOU SOON
THINK GOOD THOUGHTS
JACKIE

May 26, 2009 at 9:09 AM
Joanne Bodden said...

Thanks Jayne! Your good opinion of me is so reassuring. Sometimes I have the occupational hazard of looking for the problems. When we went to spain I was so worried that we would step in poop and kept my eyes peeled for it looking down and warning the girls. Medinah said look up Aunt Jo . there are beautiful things all around us we just have to look up! & risk stepping in a little poop so we don't miss the sky. Love you Jayne.

May 27, 2009 at 10:44 PM

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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.