Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Peace of Euclid!

Everytime I celebrate my beloved sister's birthday, I remember the love that we have. This love was nurtured through many vehicles. The pain and the exultation of the drama that was the love of little sisters. We had everybody wishing for a sisterhood like ours. I can't believe that I was 4 years old when she was born. I thought of her as a tiny baby and I thought that I was a grown person. My favorite, violent memory{and there are many} was a day that I came to Grandma Ruth's house and I saw my sweet baby sister and bent over to catch her as I had done so many times before. She came running, she was 3 or 4 and I was 7 or 8. I felt like I was very much older than her. I squatted to catch my adoring and running sister, like they do in the movies. Her fist hit me in the chest and she had run from the top of Grams steps and she knocked me to the ground with a full heavy blow of her body. She didn't even stop to see if I lived through the ordeal. She ran and hid. If it weren't for the love of math,{in God's mercy} that gave us something else to think about, other than our continuous conflicts we would have killed eachother. I know, if I had found her, after that, I would have pounded her to bits. I didn't even remember, once I had finished my math homework. The things that distract us enough not to kill eachother can be manifold. I like to thank Euclid as an aid to beat our swords to plowshears. It was true in our house, for sure. We lived to be 46 and 50 and haven't killed eachother yet. In fact, we learned to love eachother, from a distance. :)
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Joanne Bodden said...

Yes Jayne! That memory is one I often think about! I have my own version. You did find me and you did beat me, saying all the while "come & take your medicine". I am so fortunate to have had you as my older sister. SO SO glad we did not kill each other for sure. Happy Birthday to me God's Grace is amazing!!!

September 7, 2012 at 11:07 PM
Jayne said...

Love you, Thanks for still reading.

September 17, 2012 at 8:47 AM

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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.