Thursday, January 28, 2010

Kick-fights?










Christie Family Reunion '08

1970?
Who remembers kickfights? Who can kick the other one out of the bed and not get in trouble? What muckrakers we were? I have to remind myself, when my own muckrakers are getting too silly for words.
Ju and I had a wonderful way of staying up talking and giggling about every little thing in the world. All night, or until Dad got home, whichever came first(Dad worked nights). Once a month, I would cry about everybody who had left us. Priests, who had come and gone, Grandma Gertie, dying, Karla going to Japan? I just would cry about anything. Most times she would try to comfort me, but she cried more than I did when I would start listing the things to cry about. Then she would go to sleep and let me cry by myself. Little people have feelings too, I know.
Christina used to cry, when her mommy would go to work and we would pray for God to keep mommy safe, till she came home. Something to hang your tears on, is family. God holds every tear, I know. Now that I am past cycles and the emotional upheaval that they bring, I can see that they had a purpose of tying us together in common affections and reality.
These days, I am crying for Haiti. What a sad tragedy. My tears cannot change the sadness, but the sadness binds us together as the creations of God on earth. Merciful God, send comfort to our brethren in Haiti.


God is Love

3 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Human beings are such complex beings we have all those basic desires of cats & dogs but then our Nature takes a turn and it creates all those Tears~ God is amazing to make us like this & I do believe that we are blessed to have this experience even if it is short lived or wrought with suffering. It all has an poetic beauty to it that only The Master Artist can make sense of. My tears & prayers are with you.

Jayne said...

Are you saying that what I said didn't make sense? Laughing and crying together? It seemed to in my head. We are happy to have oneanother and memories of today and at the same time, there are people in another place who are grieving while we are enjoying such beauty. I guess I feel guilty at the blessings. :)

Joanne Bodden said...

I think what you said made perfect sense I think my comment was the confusing one. i was talking about the Human experience & that Getting even a short life is worth it! I am so sorry that there is not more I can do to help. I also want to recognize the beauty of the human heart to have compassion I see that as a blessing from God Thank you for your thought !

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.