I’ll do this one now while I have it in mind: the ‘which Mom is my Mom’ story.
Way back when Jeanie and I were both without husbands or other male companionship, and the kids were quite small, Penny was maybe 6 or 7 or so, Sara 3 or 4, Mary 2 or 3, somewhere along in there, we decided it would be fun to take them to The North Pole, a Santa Claus themed tourist trap up in Wilmington, NY, at the foot of Whiteface Mountain. So my folks went to Indian lake, and I guess the kids rode up with them, probably they left early in the day and Jeanie and I went up later, probably after we got off work. We think that was the trip where the guy ran into the side of the Saab, again another story and no one including the cars got hurt.
At any rate, this was before we had our own place up there, and we were staying at Margaret’s cabin down on the lake. We got up early Saturday morning and crammed all of us (as I remember) into the Saab – that’s four adults and three kids, mind you - and took off for the North Pole. It was fall, and cold. We made lunch to bring along and stopped at a rest area to eat. Well, my father decided he wanted some thing hot and so he built a fire and was trying to toast a cheese sandwich over it, holding it with two sticks. And then, because it was fall and cold and in the mountains it started to snow, so there we were in the snow, having a picnic, and my father was still trying to toast the cheese sandwich, without dropping it in the fire. I have pictures.
Continued on to the North Pole, met the elves and Santa Claus, had the pictures taken with Santa, the whole deal. Crammed back into the car and went back through Indian Lake, of course taking a different route to see more of the countryside.
When we got back, we had supper, visited for a while and then somehow my sister and I got together with some friends there and went out. We hit every tavern in and around Indian Lake – which is more than you might expect for a town that size – and ended up in somebody’s apartment after the taverns closed. (I was teasing ‘Uncle’ LeRoy when we visited him last Sunday that every place we went, he managed to end up there that night.) I think it was maybe around 4 a.m. when we finally made it home and fell into bed, pulled the covers over our heads and went to sleep.
Kids being kids, they got up at about 7, way before we were ready to be mothers. Sara toddled into the bedroom, and went back and forth between the beds staring at each of us. Nothing showed but the tops of our heads. After several minutes of staring, but not moving the covers, she went back to the other end of the house where my parents were sleeping and said, nice and loud: “Grammy- Grammy, which mom is my mom?”
PS, this is the same Sara who would invariably know when I had been out too late on a Saturday night and come in to my room early on Sunday mornings, and start patting me on the forehead and say “Mommy – Mommy, make me eggies!”
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
All I Know Is What I Read In the Papers:
Police: Islamic TV station founder beheaded wife
In the Buffalo, NY area - a side story to this one leads me to believe it’s an ethnic (for want of a better word) thing. They were going through a messy divorce, and who knows what triggered it. He turned himself in after doing this. Charged with second-degree murder, how they figure those levels of charges I can’t figure out. Not that there hasn’t been a similar atrocity in a WASP setting, but this is another nail in the intolerance of other religion/culture/etc. lid. Ick!
02/16/09 05:31 PM
Fire in fire hall damages trucks, ambulances
Also in the Buffalo area, what’s going on out there? One truck burned up, the building was heavily damaged and other trucks and an ambulance suffered lesser damage. A small, rural company, I’m guessing, although the report did not say for sure. Whether that or a larger one, it’s a blow to the department and their coverage area. No doubt surrounding companies will step in to take up the slack, that’s what we do.
Woman's life in danger after chimp attack
Now this one just boggles my mind. The woman went to her friend’s house after the friend called to say she couldn’t get her pet chimp Travis (ok, who names a chimpanzee Travis?) in the house. Turns out the chimp had a history of aggressive actions. Oh, and not a cute little Tarzan movie size chimp, nope this guy was a 200-pounder. That’s past pet status. No matter how long you’ve had them, how sweet they are, they are a wild animal. Any animal can ‘turn’, no matter what kind, how tame, some thing can set them off. But chimps, the article says, are 3 times as strong as a human of comparable size and more unpredictable than many. So why would you have one for a pet? Who knows? Now the owner has lost the chimp (it was destroyed by the police who were called to the scene because it was going after them, and I know that some ‘animal people’ are probably outraged but, hey - - -) plus her friend will be permanently scarred both physically and mentally, if she lives through the attack. What are some people thinking? Who knows?
In the Buffalo, NY area - a side story to this one leads me to believe it’s an ethnic (for want of a better word) thing. They were going through a messy divorce, and who knows what triggered it. He turned himself in after doing this. Charged with second-degree murder, how they figure those levels of charges I can’t figure out. Not that there hasn’t been a similar atrocity in a WASP setting, but this is another nail in the intolerance of other religion/culture/etc. lid. Ick!
02/16/09 05:31 PM
Fire in fire hall damages trucks, ambulances
Also in the Buffalo area, what’s going on out there? One truck burned up, the building was heavily damaged and other trucks and an ambulance suffered lesser damage. A small, rural company, I’m guessing, although the report did not say for sure. Whether that or a larger one, it’s a blow to the department and their coverage area. No doubt surrounding companies will step in to take up the slack, that’s what we do.
Woman's life in danger after chimp attack
Now this one just boggles my mind. The woman went to her friend’s house after the friend called to say she couldn’t get her pet chimp Travis (ok, who names a chimpanzee Travis?) in the house. Turns out the chimp had a history of aggressive actions. Oh, and not a cute little Tarzan movie size chimp, nope this guy was a 200-pounder. That’s past pet status. No matter how long you’ve had them, how sweet they are, they are a wild animal. Any animal can ‘turn’, no matter what kind, how tame, some thing can set them off. But chimps, the article says, are 3 times as strong as a human of comparable size and more unpredictable than many. So why would you have one for a pet? Who knows? Now the owner has lost the chimp (it was destroyed by the police who were called to the scene because it was going after them, and I know that some ‘animal people’ are probably outraged but, hey - - -) plus her friend will be permanently scarred both physically and mentally, if she lives through the attack. What are some people thinking? Who knows?
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Memory A Day
My sister and I took a trip down memory lane this weekend. We went up to Indian Lake, a quiet little town in the Adirondack Mountains that our family has been going to for about 70 years. Well, that was one of the debates we had, was about what year we first went up there, because Jeanie said it was about 1945 or so and I said no, because my folks always told me I was the result of a warm afternoon during hunting season when no deer came past the lookout they were at. Which may explain why I love that area so much, and am definitely a ‘mountain person’ as opposed to an ‘ocean person’.
Anyway, in the course of our two + days of reminiscing, we agreed that the trouble with people getting old and leaving us is that then all of their stories are gone with them and that is a shame because the stories are such a nice part of them. So we both vowed to try to write down some of the stories we have and we remember. And, I thought since some are worth sharing, that this would be a nice place to do some of it.
So here goes. Well, no, not here goes, because I have to tell about the weekend. It was Indian Lake’s Winter Carnival. Indian Lake, as I said, is a small town, I’ll guess somewhere between 1,000 and 1,500 year-round population, which swells during the summer and hunting and snowmobiling seasons. It’s not a resort, not what I call ‘plastic tourist’, with tacky souvenir stands on every corner, although you can find a few of those in the area stores, along with the day-to-day merchandise the residents need. It’s a quiet little place where people can go and relax, swim, go boating, fishing, things like that – no amusement park, no ‘house of wax’, like Lake George, about 50 miles south. And the mountains all around: Snowy, Sawyer, Blue, Chimney, and so many more. And lakes and rivers and streams – the Hudson River starts a ways north, but there’s lovely little Cedar River, and of course man-made Indian Lake and the Indian River, Lake Adirondack, Abanakee, Blue, and again so many more.
Our family has a plot in the local cemetery, my parents are there and I will probably join them, and I can’t think of a nicer place to spend eternity, in the shadow of the trees, next Cedar River Road – and a little highway where a few trucks will go by to keep me company.
Anyway – this weekend, the carnival – nope, no big parades, although there was a torch run down the ski slope and fireworks there last night (we didn’t stay, it would have gotten us home quite late). But there was a snowmobile poker run and a snowshoe walk, and a book sale at the town hall, craft sale at the American Legion Hall, breakfast at the firehouse both days, pasta dinner at the high school, roast beef dinner at the Methodist church, and time to go sightseeing and visiting in between.
The high point of the weekend, though, seemed to be the Tricky Trays at the high school on Saturday night. If you’ve never done tricky trays: you buy an envelop of slips of paper with a number on them, 10 for $1.00 – of course you need more than one, you need at least 5 and probably more like 10 or 20. It’s all for the Junior Class. Then you join a long line of people winding around rows of tables set up on the gym floor, with things on trays set out on them (the assortment included several spaghetti dinners; pasta, sauce, cheese, a tool box, lots of shampoo and conditioner combos, lotions, fish poles, t-shirts, toys, and so on), pick the ones you’d like to win and put a slip with your number on in a cup or coffee can next to the those. Then you sit down and a couple of the school kids announce the winners and pass out the prizes. And you cheer and clap when someone in your group wins. I didn’t win a thing, but our group got several things including a tray filled with candy bars, an oil change (a door prize, won by a teenager who didn’t live there and doesn’t drive, never mind have a car, so she passed it to the strangers behind us, it’s that sort of an event), and a nice folding camp chair.
It seemed to be that a few people won quite a few things, but overall it was pretty much spread out. The kids doing the drawing were quite entertaining – there were several boxes of homemade cookies (yes, I did put a number in every one of those) and each time they’d announce ‘donated by ‘so-and-so’ – oh, yeah, she makes some goo-ood cookies, you're gonna like these!’
The next day, everyone we went to visit who hadn’t been there wanted to know if we won anything, so it is obviously a big event. Who would have thought. Yup, it’s as cornball as it gets, but it made the class about $2,500 as near as I can figure, and in a town that size, to make that much in one evening is a pretty good deal.
And I bet that some of the things will be back on the tables next year. I may have to go back to see.
As far as the stories go, we went down to the old farm our friends used to own, and sighed at the changes. The house has been remodeled, the big porch across the front is gone, as is the kitchen wing to one side. The old smoke house is still there, and a little chicken coop, but the big barn is gone, victim of a fire many years ago. The foundation is still there, and we had a lively debate about if that was where the barn was, because we remembered it being closer to the house, but turns out we were remembering a long gone garage. We both remembered playing in the barn, I remembered playing in a huge long tank of some sort, and my sister remembered having her first cigarette in the chicken coop. We remembered swimming in Griffin Brook, just down the road, and playing ‘Pooh Sticks’ (and if you don’t know how to play Pooh Sticks, just ask) on the bridge. The brook is grown in now and probably you couldn’t swim in it at all, but it was deep enough then to jump off the bridge and not hit bottom.
They had a collie dog who would go up on the mountain by the farm to get the sheep, and an old horse - who came to live on our farm, along with the remaining cow they had, when the family moved in to town. When I was little, I used to get terribly car sick on the ride up there, but my parents called it ‘horse fever’, they said it was because I was so excited ( was ‘crazy over horses’) that I would see the horse and get to ride him.
Yup, it was a memory lane trip for sure. We stopped a few places to look at the view and I got out and scrambled around on snow banks to take pictures and my sister sat in the car and sketched. Visited our friends there. Ate too much. Had a good time.
We also spotted the old bar that we went to the night before the ‘which mom is my mom’ morning, but that’s another story. And it may take a few days to get to another one, but I will keep them coming as much as I can.
Anyway, in the course of our two + days of reminiscing, we agreed that the trouble with people getting old and leaving us is that then all of their stories are gone with them and that is a shame because the stories are such a nice part of them. So we both vowed to try to write down some of the stories we have and we remember. And, I thought since some are worth sharing, that this would be a nice place to do some of it.
So here goes. Well, no, not here goes, because I have to tell about the weekend. It was Indian Lake’s Winter Carnival. Indian Lake, as I said, is a small town, I’ll guess somewhere between 1,000 and 1,500 year-round population, which swells during the summer and hunting and snowmobiling seasons. It’s not a resort, not what I call ‘plastic tourist’, with tacky souvenir stands on every corner, although you can find a few of those in the area stores, along with the day-to-day merchandise the residents need. It’s a quiet little place where people can go and relax, swim, go boating, fishing, things like that – no amusement park, no ‘house of wax’, like Lake George, about 50 miles south. And the mountains all around: Snowy, Sawyer, Blue, Chimney, and so many more. And lakes and rivers and streams – the Hudson River starts a ways north, but there’s lovely little Cedar River, and of course man-made Indian Lake and the Indian River, Lake Adirondack, Abanakee, Blue, and again so many more.
Our family has a plot in the local cemetery, my parents are there and I will probably join them, and I can’t think of a nicer place to spend eternity, in the shadow of the trees, next Cedar River Road – and a little highway where a few trucks will go by to keep me company.
Anyway – this weekend, the carnival – nope, no big parades, although there was a torch run down the ski slope and fireworks there last night (we didn’t stay, it would have gotten us home quite late). But there was a snowmobile poker run and a snowshoe walk, and a book sale at the town hall, craft sale at the American Legion Hall, breakfast at the firehouse both days, pasta dinner at the high school, roast beef dinner at the Methodist church, and time to go sightseeing and visiting in between.
The high point of the weekend, though, seemed to be the Tricky Trays at the high school on Saturday night. If you’ve never done tricky trays: you buy an envelop of slips of paper with a number on them, 10 for $1.00 – of course you need more than one, you need at least 5 and probably more like 10 or 20. It’s all for the Junior Class. Then you join a long line of people winding around rows of tables set up on the gym floor, with things on trays set out on them (the assortment included several spaghetti dinners; pasta, sauce, cheese, a tool box, lots of shampoo and conditioner combos, lotions, fish poles, t-shirts, toys, and so on), pick the ones you’d like to win and put a slip with your number on in a cup or coffee can next to the those. Then you sit down and a couple of the school kids announce the winners and pass out the prizes. And you cheer and clap when someone in your group wins. I didn’t win a thing, but our group got several things including a tray filled with candy bars, an oil change (a door prize, won by a teenager who didn’t live there and doesn’t drive, never mind have a car, so she passed it to the strangers behind us, it’s that sort of an event), and a nice folding camp chair.
It seemed to be that a few people won quite a few things, but overall it was pretty much spread out. The kids doing the drawing were quite entertaining – there were several boxes of homemade cookies (yes, I did put a number in every one of those) and each time they’d announce ‘donated by ‘so-and-so’ – oh, yeah, she makes some goo-ood cookies, you're gonna like these!’
The next day, everyone we went to visit who hadn’t been there wanted to know if we won anything, so it is obviously a big event. Who would have thought. Yup, it’s as cornball as it gets, but it made the class about $2,500 as near as I can figure, and in a town that size, to make that much in one evening is a pretty good deal.
And I bet that some of the things will be back on the tables next year. I may have to go back to see.
As far as the stories go, we went down to the old farm our friends used to own, and sighed at the changes. The house has been remodeled, the big porch across the front is gone, as is the kitchen wing to one side. The old smoke house is still there, and a little chicken coop, but the big barn is gone, victim of a fire many years ago. The foundation is still there, and we had a lively debate about if that was where the barn was, because we remembered it being closer to the house, but turns out we were remembering a long gone garage. We both remembered playing in the barn, I remembered playing in a huge long tank of some sort, and my sister remembered having her first cigarette in the chicken coop. We remembered swimming in Griffin Brook, just down the road, and playing ‘Pooh Sticks’ (and if you don’t know how to play Pooh Sticks, just ask) on the bridge. The brook is grown in now and probably you couldn’t swim in it at all, but it was deep enough then to jump off the bridge and not hit bottom.
They had a collie dog who would go up on the mountain by the farm to get the sheep, and an old horse - who came to live on our farm, along with the remaining cow they had, when the family moved in to town. When I was little, I used to get terribly car sick on the ride up there, but my parents called it ‘horse fever’, they said it was because I was so excited ( was ‘crazy over horses’) that I would see the horse and get to ride him.
Yup, it was a memory lane trip for sure. We stopped a few places to look at the view and I got out and scrambled around on snow banks to take pictures and my sister sat in the car and sketched. Visited our friends there. Ate too much. Had a good time.
We also spotted the old bar that we went to the night before the ‘which mom is my mom’ morning, but that’s another story. And it may take a few days to get to another one, but I will keep them coming as much as I can.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday morning headlines
ALL I KNOW IS WHAT I READ IN THE PAPERS:
Springsteen revs up for Super Bowl Halftime
Guess this means Bruce Springsteen is gonna be the entertainment. I'll guess he doesn't have any 'costume malfunctions'. This is how much attention I pay to the Super Bowl-first I knew who the entertainment was going to be was when I read this headline. It kind of amazes me that with the economy around the country in the toilet like it is, how many hundreds of thousands of people without work, people killing their families because they lost their jobs, people losing homes, leaving pets behind, people having to choose between heating and eating that there is an event like this that will cost millions for the highly touted ads, the entertainment, not to mention the player's salaries, the rings, the price of a ticket, all the escess, and people can't feed themselves or their families. Something is wrong here, and I sure don't know how to fix it or who ever could.
At least 7 dead in bus crash near Hoover Dam
Sad – people coming for a vacation, probably saved up for a long time to do it, and this is what happens. No word that I saw on the cause of the crash, but I will make a guess. I've driven that road, and when you get up to that part of it, it's pretty steep and winding. I will guess the generic 'speed too fast for conditions', judging from accounts of those watching it happen, swerved back and forth across the road, into the median, crash. Now, I know that most people drive too fast for conditions – witnessed it first hand going up to Saratoga the other day in the snow – and I did notice a few of them in the snow alongside the road, which I love to see, btw, when someone has gone speeding past me. But one of the ones I particularly noticed was – yup, a bus. Big ol' Trailways, in the hammer lane, passing everybody who was slowing down on a curve, heavy traffic, slick road, a wreck a little ways ahead. And there goes the bus, with presumably a bunch of people on it, passing them all. Hey, driver – YOU are responsible for all those people, not to mention the other drivers around you. But, nope, they're not going to crash, not them. I hate busses, but that's all for another story.
Obama's Super Bowl guests revealed
By the time I got to this link, this story was nowhere to be found. But do we really care who watches the Super Bowl with the president. I guess some body must, or they wouldn't report on it. And, yeah, I guess we should because he could have spies and who knows what all in there with him, cheering on whichever team – but really? Isn't there enough real news? Guess not.
Drew Peterson, fiance call it quits
Remember Drew Peterson? Investigated in the disappearance of two of his wives, not enough evidence to charge him in either? The way I read this story it sounded like she did the auitting, not him, but whatever. Now this man is the epitome of egotistical, plus being a bit stupid and probably a murderer, but at least he was smart enough to do that so he has not been caught and charged – yet. He did a tv interview where he said that with women he likes younger ones and the thrill is the chase, once he has them for a while he gets tired of them. He then watched the interview with his current (now ex) fiance. She got pissed – can't say I really blame her – to think that she'd be replaced (or worse, given his record) and a fight took place, ending with her leaving and then coming back with her father, who had to call the cops to get her things out of his place. Smart girl – not too smart to get hooked up with such a scum bag in the first place, but smart girl to walk out, still alive. Somebody needs to nut this guy.
Horse Abuse Leads to Jail Time
I have been following this one for several months, in the Missoula paper. Seems a father and son (I think from New Jersey but I don't remember for sure) from someplace where they don't have much to do with horses, mountains, back country and all that macho stuff, bought four horses and went off into the mountains for an extended pack trip. They did not take care of the horses, lots of things that are pretty disturbing: the horses got sores, malnutrition, lots of problems, and they left one by the trail almost dead when two women came along and found it, rescued it, and somehow the men were found and charged with 21 counts of animal cruelty. They are sentenced to just under 2 years in jail each and must pay damages plus for the care of the horses. There is some justice, although not enough. The son had never been on a horse before, never mind know how to take care of one, especially in those conditions. How do you spell d-a-m-n-f-o-o-l-s? Should have been them laying beside the trail covered with sores and skinny as a rail. But that's just what I think.
Springsteen revs up for Super Bowl Halftime
Guess this means Bruce Springsteen is gonna be the entertainment. I'll guess he doesn't have any 'costume malfunctions'. This is how much attention I pay to the Super Bowl-first I knew who the entertainment was going to be was when I read this headline. It kind of amazes me that with the economy around the country in the toilet like it is, how many hundreds of thousands of people without work, people killing their families because they lost their jobs, people losing homes, leaving pets behind, people having to choose between heating and eating that there is an event like this that will cost millions for the highly touted ads, the entertainment, not to mention the player's salaries, the rings, the price of a ticket, all the escess, and people can't feed themselves or their families. Something is wrong here, and I sure don't know how to fix it or who ever could.
At least 7 dead in bus crash near Hoover Dam
Sad – people coming for a vacation, probably saved up for a long time to do it, and this is what happens. No word that I saw on the cause of the crash, but I will make a guess. I've driven that road, and when you get up to that part of it, it's pretty steep and winding. I will guess the generic 'speed too fast for conditions', judging from accounts of those watching it happen, swerved back and forth across the road, into the median, crash. Now, I know that most people drive too fast for conditions – witnessed it first hand going up to Saratoga the other day in the snow – and I did notice a few of them in the snow alongside the road, which I love to see, btw, when someone has gone speeding past me. But one of the ones I particularly noticed was – yup, a bus. Big ol' Trailways, in the hammer lane, passing everybody who was slowing down on a curve, heavy traffic, slick road, a wreck a little ways ahead. And there goes the bus, with presumably a bunch of people on it, passing them all. Hey, driver – YOU are responsible for all those people, not to mention the other drivers around you. But, nope, they're not going to crash, not them. I hate busses, but that's all for another story.
Obama's Super Bowl guests revealed
By the time I got to this link, this story was nowhere to be found. But do we really care who watches the Super Bowl with the president. I guess some body must, or they wouldn't report on it. And, yeah, I guess we should because he could have spies and who knows what all in there with him, cheering on whichever team – but really? Isn't there enough real news? Guess not.
Drew Peterson, fiance call it quits
Remember Drew Peterson? Investigated in the disappearance of two of his wives, not enough evidence to charge him in either? The way I read this story it sounded like she did the auitting, not him, but whatever. Now this man is the epitome of egotistical, plus being a bit stupid and probably a murderer, but at least he was smart enough to do that so he has not been caught and charged – yet. He did a tv interview where he said that with women he likes younger ones and the thrill is the chase, once he has them for a while he gets tired of them. He then watched the interview with his current (now ex) fiance. She got pissed – can't say I really blame her – to think that she'd be replaced (or worse, given his record) and a fight took place, ending with her leaving and then coming back with her father, who had to call the cops to get her things out of his place. Smart girl – not too smart to get hooked up with such a scum bag in the first place, but smart girl to walk out, still alive. Somebody needs to nut this guy.
Horse Abuse Leads to Jail Time
I have been following this one for several months, in the Missoula paper. Seems a father and son (I think from New Jersey but I don't remember for sure) from someplace where they don't have much to do with horses, mountains, back country and all that macho stuff, bought four horses and went off into the mountains for an extended pack trip. They did not take care of the horses, lots of things that are pretty disturbing: the horses got sores, malnutrition, lots of problems, and they left one by the trail almost dead when two women came along and found it, rescued it, and somehow the men were found and charged with 21 counts of animal cruelty. They are sentenced to just under 2 years in jail each and must pay damages plus for the care of the horses. There is some justice, although not enough. The son had never been on a horse before, never mind know how to take care of one, especially in those conditions. How do you spell d-a-m-n-f-o-o-l-s? Should have been them laying beside the trail covered with sores and skinny as a rail. But that's just what I think.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Carousel for Missoula
I read the Missoulian (
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
An Historic Day
JANUARY 20, 2009 What an historic day this is. Whether or not you voted for Barak Obama, whether you are Democrat or Republican, left or right wing (personally I never did figure out what that means or who is which), conservative or liberal, you have to ‘fess up that this is an historic time. Who would have thought that in the span of one generation that African-American/Negro/Black, call them what you will, that one race of people could go from not being able to sit at lunch counters, ride in the front of the bus, drink from the same water fountains as white people to having a President of the United States? Not Martin Luther King, for all his memorable speeches and visions. Not Rosa Parks, who just wanted to sit down because she’d worked hard that day. Not the thousands of protest marchers, the children who were bussed to the first integrated schools, the reporters, the government which voted in history making legislation, no one could have guessed that our country would make such a giant step.
Slavery was a big issue in the First Continental Congress, at least according to the show 1776. Rutledge, from South Carolina, challenges Thomas Jefferson and the other men in that hot Philadelphia room that while they are debating freedom they are forgetting those who are not free in the soon to be a new country. His song Molasses to Rum to Slaves is one of the most powerful in any show. It was almost 100 years later that Abraham Lincoln’s presidency finally freed that part of the
Does this take away the pain of anyone who lost a family member, loved one, friend in those rough days of the 1960’s Civil Rights Movement when one race fought another for freedom? Does it take away the feelings of those treated like a lower class for so many years in so many ways? Does it negate the thousands of people treated as property in the days of slavery? Does it heal the injustice that still does go on, even if it is only in a look or a mumbled comment from someone whose thinking is warped away from equality? No to all of the above. But is surely does help to balance the scales in the memory of all those who fought for equality and freedom.
I don’t care who you are for or against, you gotta admit that.
I admit to being a little more aware, since my grandson is mixed race, half African-American, but regardless, you gotta admit today is indeed historic.
Obama’s got a rough road ahead, whoever got into the office would, given the shape we’re in right now. Can he fix things? Who knows, but he’s taking the challenge and given the way that history has been working, here’s what I think: he’s got a pretty good shot at it. Give him time, give him a chance. We might see even more history made.
January 20, 2009. What an historic day this is. Not one I thought I’d ever see.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
ALL I KNOW IS WHAT I READ IN THE PAPERS
ALL I KNOW IS WHAT I READ IN THE PAPERS
Will
Friday, January 15, 2009:
Of course today the big news is the plane crash in the
'God was certainly looking out for all of us' - whichever one you pray to, he certainly was.
Jailed rapper DMX calls pink jumpsuits 'disrespectful' - Um, ‘Hi’ - you’re in jail. You’re probably in jail for a reason, some of which no doubt included being disrespectful of someone else’s life, person, property, or whatever. Suck it up, big guy, and start being a man.
Saturday, January 17, 2009:
Big news all over is the weather. And still the plane crash. And the inauguration.
Weather: it’s, depending on what I read either -2 or -10 here - I can’t see my thermometer because the wind the other night blew something in front of it and I haven’t wanted to wade through the snow to move it so I can see. Cold enough, whichever the actual temp is. People are griping but I keep saying ‘it’s what winter used to be’. We had a few easy ones and they got spoiled, I guess. Birds are busy at the feeders and the squirrels are leaving track in the snow, but so far the deer have not come to raid the bird feeders.
The plane crash, everyone has seen everything on the news and it’s still a miracle, people are still heroes.
The inauguration. Obama boarding the train to take
Of course that would have to spread throughout the country and change a lot of the thinking of a whole lot of people and I don’t see that happening, Scooter.
Better get going here, somebody’s gonna show up with costumes and I’m still in the pj’s.
Let’s see what tomorrow’s headlines bring.
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