Saturday, January 16, 2010

Where's Noni's Baby?



Whose birthday is tomorrow? Noni, Noni, Noni. I remember the raspy voice of baby Amy. What a beautiful baby and what alot of energy, my Amy had. "I love you Aphabits...Where'er I go-o-o..."
Amy would show off anywhere. Sing, Amy. I love you Aphabits. We would clap at everything she did. She would never grow to be one of the big ones, that was reserved. Sometimes we would have meetings in Grandma Ruth's bathroom to talk about what the old people were discussing. I would translate what they said into little people talk. Pssp, they are sending Lorraine away...Oh really...
What are they talking about, Jayne? What are they yelling about, Jayne? This is what they said. We have to try to fix it. We had meetings that were for everybody and sometimes we had meetings that were just for the "big girls".
In school, the girls would always exclude me from their meetings, because my mommy hadn't told me the secret yet. I got my tactics given right back to me. I had excluded and I was excluded. Now I am younger than Amy? No! Amy is still not allowed in the big girl's meeting.

I just love how Amy was a loving haunt to Mommy. I think Mommy must have needed that. I used to kiss mommy, I remember the age that, I got too old to run in and kiss my mommy before bed. Amy never got that old. I bet she still calls mommy before bed to give her a kiss. That is a beautiful love. Nobody can be Amy. I love you Amy and I hope that you have a wonderful day, tomorrow.
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Joanne Bodden said...

I remember those meetings and in my mind the world hung in the balance. The cure for cancer was being discussed or some very important new Natural Law Like gravity or time travel was being decided on in there and I needed to know.! It could very well mean the survival of the human race! Ok so maybe we were just nosey but you guys were always so secretive. Happy Birthday to Amy who knew she'd make it into such a know it all :-) Lots of Love!

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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.