Saturday, August 22, 2009

They saved the best for last




I am just in love with the grammar school teachers and my Wally and Beaver guys (Ethan and Ezra). They have absolutely NO inhibitions. I felt like I was carrying Reverend Walker and Ben with me into the open house yesterday. They talk and talk and...well, you know. It is the most delightful thing to see boys like Tom and Huck letting their imaginations and thinking caps go in a scholastic setting. Grandma Ruth used to say, How do you stand it, Jayne? They all look like baby Ben and they all look like your mother in law? I was so grateful that she could see that in my children. They are the spitting image of all of the Walkers. I can't tell if I am their mother. LOL.
Ezras teacher is Ms Beasley. Ethan was correcting her spelling. Where is the apostrophe there? "Would you mind your business?" I didn't say. "What are you writing a book?" It is clear that they are from the seen and heard generation. Then on to Ms. Henry's class. That is Ethan's Homeroom teacher. She is a pretty young lady. They all look like kindergarteners to me. He fell flat in love and told her his whole life story, including the bookshelf falling on him and the broken arm. Is nothing sacred, Ethan? I forgot he is a (totally transparent)Walker. Then we went to the Social Studies class where he and Mr. Johnson went into a long discussion about the American flag development. That is where he sounded like my father-in-law.
I always said to myself, this father-in-law of mine talks like he was friends with Abe Lincoln. Well here was my Ethan talking about American History as though he had been friends with Betsy Ross. I love watching them growing into men. It was past my imagination to have any sons at one time and now I am the proud momma of the largest investment of Walker men in the entire family. I am grateful to have gone to the cabbage patch that many times, in spite of myself.




God give me grace with these wonderful children and adult children that God is blessing me to live to see grow up.
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Joanne Bodden said...

So the cabbage patch is where they hide little boys? I tell you, you learn something new every day... School time is so great. I can only imagine what the supplies must be~ I hope you enjoy it all as it does go so fast and they seem to be graduating and moving on before you know it. Kiss them for me!
love
Jo

August 22, 2009 at 6:39 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.