Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Little Rascals Welcomed JO! I think I talked about when everybody was born but Jo.

Why me?:{

We were all recuperating from Ms. Newsome, when Jo was born. Money was probably low, so we got into all kinds of mischief because when you have somebody so strict as Ms. Newsome smacking your hands all the time and then she is gone, you get into trouble. The angel was born out of love in September. She was a New years resolution, one year. We spent that whole New Years at Grandma Monica's house and I remember it was the most boring New Years of my life. When are they ever going to come and get us? We hadn't done that before. No more nannies. Karla Rampey started watching us and Lorraine, sometimes and we were enraptured by the little face of this creature who was born and we were allowed to touch her? Not like Jackie, born with an armed guard, you couldn't keep us off that baby. There was no nanny. We probably bounced her off the walls. Okay Ju, you stand over there and catch? No, don't touch the baby. Who said? Where's Ms. Newsome? Mom was in for it now. We gave her what for. No more love dates for the parents. Martin Luther King, Died, Malcom died and Dad started cussing. We were partly to blame. Maybe. We definitely participated in the transformation of our parents from lovers into inmates. We started the internal home movement. It is us against them. No more Ms. Newsome, no more rules and regulations. We were the rules. Black power, kid power, James Brown, "say it loud...I'm Black and I'm proud." We were the movement and music and a little touched and touchable baby running around with us to direct and influence. We took full advantage of the power of having authority, or I did. I remember the naked baby on the beach at Sag. couldn't keep a pamper on. Praying for Christie to be our cousin by Karla and Richard getting married. It happened, that meant there had to be a God in heaven, because best friends became best cousins. Love American style! More about JO later.

It's not unusual that she seemed to get lost in the events of the day. She was born into turbulence and had a very compliant spirit. You can see it on her face. Why am I here, she was always saying? Why is this place such a mess? We stayed up and we had our sister's meetings in the bathrooms upstairs when events happened. What happened? Don't tell the children. Everything was interpreted to the children through me. They thought it was good to whisper behind the children's back, but that just gave me the ability to interpret the gossip as I pleased to my crew JJJJ. Jo was different. Are you chewing gum? Jo. Are you telling the truth or lying? Who would tell the truth under such tyranny?
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Joanne Bodden said...

Thanks for the tribute Jayne, on such a special day as Summer starts. I would not be who I am with out the very influential Big Ones in my life. I did not agree with the Tyranny at all and could not understand why we couldn't just ask for things nicely and treat each other the way we treated Dad... But I understand so much more now.
God knows what is and who are needed. I was not wanted (not another daughter) but I do believe that I was needed & ultimately loved! thanks Jayne

June 24, 2009 at 11:12 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.