Month: April 2012

Wrestlemania XXVIII  2012?

Ok X=10 I THINK. SO XXVIII Would be 28?

I don’t get it but it’s great to hear some laughter in our house.

I don’t understand it but My Son Chris’  his friends and my boys are looking forward to  it tonight, so I guess it’s worth 40 bucks! I have heard of the Rock but not the others. You can inform me if you want.

Hi Joey,

Father Matt was right about the awesome sunrise a few days ago…

Skip

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Ron Gilson’s Talk

 

The other night I went to hear Ron Gilson

speak about his youth on the docks of Gloucester.

Each moment he recalled burst with the excitement

and awe of more than 60 years before.

 

It was clear that those years were not now just

pleasant recollections; they were the anchor

to which his life was made fast, and around which

all events circled as the tide flowed and ebbed.

 

At one point, as Ron searched for the precise way

to describe the mood, sights and sounds of those days,

his voice got tight, he hesitated and tears came.

At last, he declared: “Moving. That’s what it was. Moving.”

 

Those  who were lucky enough to have had

happy, adventurous and exciting childhoods

were brought back to our own dear early years,

as if by the pull of an anchor taking hold.

 

Some of us took long hikes in the dark woods,

sidestepped copperheads, climbed nearby mountains,

swam unsupervised in unpolluted creeks,

helped out mornings on our grandparents’ farm,

 

went on long bike rides to unexplored places,

held secret meetings at the old train station,

built soapbox cars to race wildly down the steepest

hill and carefully walked across the railroad tressle

 

thirty feet above the jagged rocks on our way

to the rope swing high above the Rondout

where, later, we went fishing and  gave the eels to

Mr. Annapple and brought home the sunfish, bass and perch.

 

We spent the nights around the fire, roasted corn

borrowed from the nearby field, told scary stories,

discovered the planets, and galaxies

and discussed things you would not believe.

 

Ron Gilson spoke to the universal child.

He opened wide the doors we had peeked through,

but had not entered and implored us to visit.

Moving. That’s what it was. Moving.

 

Marty Luster

We all know the tale of the owl and pussycat, who sailed off for a year and a day in a beautiful pea green boat and ended up on some island where bong trees grow.  They were very much in love so got married by the turkey who lives on the hill, after getting a pig to sell them the ring from the end of his nose.  But did you know that the owl and the pussycat had owlittens – lots of them?  Most people don’t know this because owlpusses don’t leave Bong Tree Island and not many people know how to get there, so they are seldom seen and not much is known about them.  I had a chance to visit Bong Tree Island and met a number of the ancestors of the owl and the pussycat, and they agreed to let me paint and interview them so people back here could get to know them.  Photographs were prohibited as they have strong superstitions about them. 

This is Sir Winfred Owlpuss III, who is a regal fellow, and very friendly and informative.  He was a pleasure to meet and visit with, except he kept trying to give me dead mice to eat, and seemed a little offended that I wouldn’t accept his offer.  Unlike Ed Collard, there are some foods I just won’t eat.  The owlpusses, or owl cats  as some prefer to be called, love mice, which is the main staple of their diet.  Some of the younger ones have somehow gotten a hold of, and really enjoy Friskies, but the older ones won’t touch it, saying it is filled with chemicals and forbidden animal parts.

E.J. Lefavour

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