Thursday, September 3, 2009

Grow Young With Me?






I think that we were older when we were little than we are now. How could my baby sister be 40 years old, again, or 28 or whatever age that she is claiming now.
My eyes are older, my knees are older, my bloodpressure is older, but not me. I am young. Maybe the fountain of youth is down here in North Carolina. I don't know. My sister is 43 and I remember the day, my mommy gave her to me. I remember the angelic little face that we were allowed to chase and kiss and love. That was the year that I made up the legend of the elevator. I said, we were waiting in heaven for the elevator and we ran to the elevator and I am the oldest because I was the first one to the elevator. The elevator or escalator came back every year or so and we all ran to catch it. We looked into that baby's eyes and knew that we knew eachother forever. Those eyes were exactly the same eyes that we see today and the soul is the very same soul that we know now. We have learned so very many things. I remember before Jo knew how to read. I remember before Jo knew 2+2. But, I don't remember before I loved her. We treated her meanly and excluded her from the older sister's club and now I am glad we did, because she is always teaching us how to stay young. Who would want to be one of the "big girl's" club? Who would want to be "old". I am always happy when somebody thinks that I am younger than my baby sister. At Kew Forest, somebody said, are you Amy's little sister? I almost kissed the person. I am the Big Girl. I am always old. Now, since my 45th birthday epiphany, I am convinced that God intended us to grow young. Dr. Lang grew younger and younger and I intend to follow him and Jo in learning to grow young! Happy 1st birthday of the rest of your life, JO! Thanks for being you!
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Joanne Bodden said...

Jayne!
Gosh I do remember so many of your explanations of how the world was put together. Remember Pig juice and Martians and How I was adopted and found in the garbage!!! it was some trip these 43 years (you gave me more then that )but that's credit. Yes I am with you I intend to get better and love deeper no matter what and get younger. Thank you for the birthday Love I am enjoying today immensely

September 3, 2009 at 1:02 PM
Jayne said...

I try to forget the mean legends that I made up about the beginnings of our existence. I was a real Jungian, in my youth. Thank God for redemption! Are you only 43? I thought you were 44 and the 4th child and we have the 44th President and I have to wait for that epiphany until next year I guess? Love you!

September 3, 2009 at 1:18 PM
jackie said...

great memeory lane Jayne Haha
i still have fun with crazy jo singing for her own birthday say no clouds when its pouring out (joking) it was nice out......and i still think there is a little Marchita Martians in her heart
but we love her :0 and kamaal love shoping for her
Thanks for all your blogs .
and the fun times we shared even if we didnt know it jumping on beds running home before dark
GOD IS THE GREATEST
LOVE YOU GUYS

September 4, 2009 at 11:09 PM
Joanne Bodden said...

That was a good one Jackie I really believed the Marchita Martian story so now the truth is out !!!What a great party Thanks so much!

September 5, 2009 at 7:37 AM
jackie said...

anytime jo i still think those really were the "GOOD OLE DAYS"
two parents
fights gettinghome just before dark,
same food dad would make, sharing moms left over bone haha ok not that

September 6, 2009 at 9:43 AM
Jayne said...

were we allowed to touch mom's bone? I wish I knew that? :)

September 6, 2009 at 3:49 PM
jackie said...

heck yea i always took it

September 7, 2009 at 1:48 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.