Monday, January 30, 2012

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine.

I do remember with fondness the look on my daddy's face when he would sit at the head of the table, his entire brood around him in uproarious tumult of action and dad would put his hands on his head and roll his eyes back in his head and sing that song.
It was a beautiful way to capture a memory for him. He was enjoying some of the crazy madness that makes big family's tick. It was truly a madhouse sometimes. Still, in my heart of hearts there are the little voices of childhood that are etched into my memory that are only captured when I close my eyes and sing that song. I can see my daddy, in his mild moments. I can see myself at his right hand rubbing his arm and I can hear the melodies and harmonies that seemed cacophony at that time, but now are the songs of my mind.
There is no other way to capture the beauty, but to remember.
Today, I was recounting the day that Jack ran around Flushing Meadow, with Dad! What a brave and perservering child she was. We all had our way of getting Dad's attention. That was hers. Who will...? Jack had her hand up, before the question was asked. She made it all the way around the lake with dad. Maybe she was 5 years old? What a great memory that was.


It is nice looking back, while we make our own new memories.









Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Thanking God today for my Amy!

The very youngest of the daughters in our family and the breaker of the mold. She was my favorite baby of the baby sisters. None of the other sisters let me call them my baby sister, except Amy, even though they all are my baby sisters.
I am so very proud of the beauty and courage, the trailblazing and accomplishments of my most courageous babiest sister. Happy birthday and many, many more!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Because of finals today, I served soy sausage. I hope that the results will be better mental acumen.

Grits and soy sausage, even though we had cold cereal and "good" milk,was the morning fare. It was delightful to see the burdened faces of the teenagers going out to their battle with ignorance. They do not appreciate my joking about their emotional condition during final times. I always remember with horror the deathly quaking in my bones, when finals came around. I do try everything to tone down the emotions of the season, still they shake with some fear that they won't pass. I hope the soy bean sausages helped, even a little bit.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My Sweet 16 Year Old has a sleepy morning greeting!



We reminisced about Danniebelle Hall and what a great time Ben and I had at a concert, before we were dating of Danniebelle and Jessie Dixon. We learned to pray and to see God make us praying people. We were the ordinary people and now we are the ordinary parents.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Eight year old Ezzy, gets ready for school.


We didn't have time to make a tour of the house video.
Yesterday we missed the bus with Ethan, because the boys and I were talking about the handwriting on the wall. They are so delightful and happy. Today we prayed that God would help the very busy and 75% on task boy of mine to concentrate and bring up his deportment card. :) I wouldn't have it any other way. Good boys make me nervous. Mine are happily a mix of everything. Thank you, Jesus!
Today, I said Grandpa sent his fingers to heaven and sent me these two Walker boys. They never met him, but he spit them out.
Still, I am in my hermitage mode for the new year.

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.