Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I just loved the hide and go seek games that we would play.




It seemed a regular thing that we would play hide and seek in the house. People would find me first because I was claustrophobic and couldn't stay in one place for too long. The only time that nobody found me was when I hid right there in the open. The pile of dirty clothes that were at the top of the stairs was the best hiding spot for me. I sat right there and when people passed me, I put my head down and when they left I could pick my head up and breathe.
Dad had dropped me in the tub when I was a baby, so I often had bad dreams of being in the water with the blood floating over my head. Mom and Dad accomodated my claustrophobia alot. I couldn't pull clothes over my head or wear turtlenecks or alot of other things that were weird. But hide and go seek was the hardest for me in the house. The others could hide in the top of the linen closet and other odd places, but I had to hide in the dirty clothes pile. That was the only place that made me win Hide and seek. I told you about when I tried to hide under the bed and my hair got caught. :) Those were the days, weren't they? Remember the boxing gloves?
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Joanne Bodden said...

I do remember Hide & go Seek really well it was a thought in my head for so long Were to hide? were to hide? I never knew claustrophobia until I got older I could go into the tiniest spaces and stay for hours. Thank God they did not have reality TV then we'd all be committed(LOL). Somethings are just for us ~ Remember Hot peas & Butter Lord Help!!! seriously Help!

December 8, 2009 at 8:46 AM
Jayne said...

Dad was really viscious about hot peas and butter. I think he forgot that he wasn't a kid and played like the bully that he was when he was a boy. I'm glad we weren't his friend when we were little;0.
It took him a long time to realize that we were girls. You were really good at reminding him. You were so delicate. Jackie and I were busy trying to keep up with him. Jack used to go toe to toe with him around Flushing Meadow pond in the day. Not me...We really were his "boys".

December 8, 2009 at 5:51 PM
jackie said...

we sure where jayne ,wish i can run a block :)
you brought me back with that pile of clothes OMG,,,,, and the linen closet what was that junk closet

December 8, 2009 at 6:47 PM
Joanne Bodden said...

I know I am sensitive! I was really girly when I think back and just started acting like a boy when I clued in that that was the requirement (LOL)

December 8, 2009 at 7:27 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.