Monday, March 1, 2010

Increasingly, the family is becoming Male Dominated!

(If you remember, I got married when the boys in our family were still children, I am not used to living with this many young men)


We believe in male authority and function as a paternally led household, for the most part, but it is easy to fudge that, when they are outnumbered. Now that the women are doing their own things, Evvy and I are finding ourselves outnumbered in the democratic processes. The Walker men are strong minded and authoritarian and to live with 4 of them, is a challenge for anybody. There are evolutionary processes that have bred in the Walker female a strong character that is very able to defend themselves against the Walker male strengths. LOL
Boddens, however, have not yet evolved into that provocative exterior facade, or if we had, it was beaten off of us at an early age, and so we have no defenses against the Walker masculinism. We have alot of humor about the Bodden-Walker defense mechanisms. I was trying to think about what we do, instead of what the Walker parallels are. I said, I have never seen poor people shop like you Walkers like to. Evvy said, Shopping is to Walkers as drinking is to Boddens. I said you are probably right. Though, we all do not drink alcohol, we do drink in one another as though it were alcohol. I try them sometimes to see what are their sensitive points, no matter what I say, they never shut up. They always come right back at me.
I have decided that the boys have more Bodden, or recognize it better and decifer it for the rest of the family. Why is mommy different from us? They always blame it on the Bodden. Sounds like a Michael Jackson song. Blame it on the Boogy. They blame it on the Bodden part of me. I am only a Walker by marriage. I used to think the difference was southernness. But, now we are in the south and it is still very evident that they are in a class by themselves. I love the lot of them. I consider myself the tender of the traditions of the Walker clan. They don't look at them and they are an American treasure and it is my job to help to fan the flames of progress in my investments in Walkerism. Charles and Rosie and the traditions that they have passed on are the largest portion of my life now, my vocation, as it were. I have studied them and enjoyed them and it is scary to see how strong their influence is in the lives of my children.
In church, the mothers would always say, "You who know the word of prayer, pray my strength in the Lord." This mission is clearly above me and that is the only thing that I can say is, Pray my strenth in the Lord!

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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.