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Nothing fancy

by chuckofish

Happy Memorial Day!

It’s been a busy long weekend so far. I played cards at someone’s house on Friday night! Of course, I shut that party down too, but it was fun while [I] lasted. On Saturday daughter #1 took me to a shindig at her club where they were celebrating their 125th anniversary. We had dinner and drank wine on the patio and listened to live music–the Boomer’s favorite playlist of ’70s tunes. It was very fun.

In the middle of all that I went to a funeral for an old acquaintance from my old church. It was at the PCUSA church she had attended for the last 15 years or so, which was interesting. It was a very pretty church, but the service, to me, was pretty lackluster. When we sang “Abide With Me” at the end of the service, I started to cry right on cue. Sacré bleu!

On Sunday we held our service out on the church lawn. We started doing these outdoor services during COVID and we continue now two or three times a year as weather permits. The youth provided the music. But everything else was as usual. We heard a good sermon on Joshua 23:1-16 which is Joshua’s last speech before he dies. We sang good hymns, including my favorite, Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy. The tears streamed down my face. The sun broke through the clouds at the end of the service and the birds flew overhead. The bud said, “I guess God wanted the sun to shine on us!” Indeed.

Yesterday was Bob Dylan’s 85th birthday! I hope you celebrated appropriately! God loves you, Bob, and so do we.

As is my tradition, in honor of Memorial Day, I watched my favorite WWII movie, They Were Expendable (1945). It is just the best.

Listen, son: you and I are professionals. If the manager says, “Sacrifice”, we lay down a bunt and let somebody else hit the home runs. We know all about those destroyers out of commission, tied up around San Diego. We could use them here. But they’re not around. They won’t be. Our job is to lay down that sacrifice. That’s what we were trained for, and that’s what we’ll do. Understand?

A toast to all the sailors and hunters home from the hill.

Today daughter #1 and the boy and his family are coming over to my house to enjoy some driveway sittin’. The boy will do the honors of bbq-ing some hamburgers. We’ll have chips ‘n dip, French Fries, salad, and something yummy for dessert. Nothing fancy. Just the way we like it. I hope you enjoy your day as well.

And this made me laugh:

A perfect weekend

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was, as anticipated, super special. The prairie fam rolled into town on Friday and DN barbecued hamburgers. It was great to have the house filled to the brim and chaotic.

We had so much fun at my birthday luncheon on Saturday!

My cup runneth over.

I made it to church on Sunday morning and so did the boy and the twins. We heard a good sermon on Joshua 10:40-43, 11:16-23–for the Lord God of Israel fought for Israel!–and sang good hymns. In the afternoon daughter #1 and I drove to our favorite winery in Hillsboro and drank wine in the beautiful sunshine and listened to live music–our favorite ’70s playlist. Is there anything better than that? The answer is not much.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
his love endures forever.

–I Chronicles 16:34

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”*

by chuckofish

It’s Friday again! The prairie fam will arrive later today. Tomorrow daughters #1 and 2 are throwing me a birthday luncheon for my lady friends and granddaughters (plus Wes). They threw me a party when I turned 60–hard to believe that was 10 years ago!

Anyway, it will be a fun and busy weekend.

Here’s a birthday poem by Robert Service written on 16th January, 1949–“Seventy-and-five!”:

I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that’s mine;
That I am festive, fit and free
To savour women, wit and wine;
That I may game of golf enjoy,
And have a formidable drive:
In short, that I’m a gay old boy
Though I be
Seventy-and-five.

My daughter thinks. because I’m old
(I’m not a crock, when all is said),
I mustn’t let my feet get cold,
And should wear woollen socks in bed;
A worsted night-cap too, forsooth!
To humour her I won’t contrive:
A man is in his second youth
When he is
Seventy-and-five.

At four-score years old age begins,
And not till then, I warn my wife;
At eighty I’ll recant my sins,
And live a staid and sober life.
But meantime let me whoop it up,
And tell the world that I’m alive:
Fill to the brim the bubbly cup –
Here’s health to
Seventy-and-five!

As a reformed Presbyterian, I have recanted my sins and I’ll admit I do live a rather staid and sober life, but I still know how to whoop it up. And I plan to this weekend!

And Mr. Smith was a naughty boy and thought it was very funny…

(BTW, the beautiful Iris is from Don’s garden–mine are still buds!)

*William Shakespeare

More precious than rubies

by chuckofish

Today is daughter #2’s birthday! We will celebrate on Friday when the whole prairie gang comes into town for my birthday–the first time since before Wes was born! In the meantime, happy birthday, precious Susiebelle!

Yesterday I delivered a “meal train” dinner to a fellow parishioner who was recovering from a shoulder replacement. She is an almost 90-year old lady–a tiny woman originally from Texas who has a concealed carry license and who really reminded me of another little lady from Texas I used to know. She talked my ear off for an hour! We had a great time. Another lesson learned by this poor introvert.

Here’s a poem for daughter #2 by Mary Oliver, The Black Walnut Tree:

My mother and I debate:
we could sell
the black walnut tree
to the lumberman,
and pay off the mortgage.
Likely some storm anyway
will churn down its dark boughs,
smashing the house. We talk
slowly, two women trying
in a difficult time to be wise.
Roots in the cellar drains,
I say, and she replies
that the leaves are getting heavier
every year, and the fruit
harder to gather away.
But something brighter than money
moves in our blood–an edge
sharp and quick as a trowel
that wants us to dig and sow.
So we talk, but we don’t do
anything. That night I dream
of my fathers out of Bohemia
filling the blue fields
of fresh and generous Ohio
with leaves and vines and orchards.
What my mother and I both know
is that we’d crawl with shame
in the emptiness we’d made
in our own and our fathers’ backyard.
So the black walnut tree
swings through another year
of sun and leaping winds,
of leaves and bounding fruit,
and, month after month, the whip-
crack of the mortgage.

And for those of us old enough to remember:

The garden gate is opened

by chuckofish

Today we toast DN on his birthday!

We have known him for quite a few years now and we love him a lot. I won the lottery with both my daughter- and son-in-law and I am eternally grateful. We won’t be able to celebrate together for a couple of weeks, but he knows I will be thinking of him today.

Here’s a poem for him by Jorge Luis Borges:

“But sing, poet, in our name; sing of the love we bore him”*

by chuckofish

Today we celebrate the birthday of Abraham Lincoln (1809-65). Before becoming President, Lincoln served four terms in the Illinois House of Representatives for Sangamon County. Every time I cross into Sangamon County on my way to Mahomet, I think of that. (Also it makes me happy to cross the Sangamon River four times on my way to my destination.)

Lincoln was largely self-educated. It is said that at home he read the Bible and Pilgrim’s Progress–the only books in the house. You could do a lot worse. He never went to college or law school. Back in the day, that didn’t hold one back.

Some members of the educated elite of the time looked down on our 16th President. His enemies in the press called him terrible names and were embarrassed by what they perceived sophisticated Europeans thought of him. They made fun of his looks. Some things never change.

President Ulysses Grant was not the main speaker when Abraham Lincoln’s tomb was dedicated on Oct. 15, 1874. He was asked to deliver the official dedication address, but declined, feeling that he was incapable of doing justice to the memory of the illustrious dead. He did, however, give a short speech at the ceremony, which was attended by an estimated 25,000 people.

Here is the full text of Grant’s speech, as reported by the Illinois State Journal on Oct. 16,1874.

Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen:

On an occasion like the present I feel it a duty on my part to bear testimony to the great and good qualities of the patriotic man whose earthly remains rest beneath the monument now being dedicated. It was not my fortune to make the personal acquaintance of Mr. Lincoln until the last year of the great struggle for national existence.

During the three years of doubting and despondency among the many patriotic men of the country, Abraham Lincoln never for a moment doubted but that the final result would be in favor of peace, union and freedom to every race in this broad land. His faith in an All-wise Providence directing our arms to this final result was the faith of the Christian that his Redeemer liveth.

Amidst obloquy, personal abuse, and hate undisguised, and which was given vent to without restraint through the press, upon the stump, and in private circles, he remained the same staunch, unyielding servant of the people, never exhibiting a revengeful feeling towards his traducers, but he rather pitied them and hoped for their own sake, and the good name of their posterity, that they might desist. For a single moment it did not occur to him that the man Lincoln was being assailed, but that a treasonable spirit, one willing to destroy the existence of the freest government the sun ever shined upon, was giving vent to itself as the Chief Executive of the nation, only because he was such executive. As a lawyer in your midst he would have avoided all this slander – for his life was a pure and simple one – and no doubt would have been a much happier man, but who can tell what might have been the fate of the Nation but for the pure, unselfish and wise administration of a Lincoln?

From March 1864 to the day when the hand of the assassin opened a grave for Mr. Lincoln, then President of the United States, my personal relations with him were as close and intimate as the nature of our respective duties would permit. To know him personally was to love and respect him for his great qualities of heart and head, and for his patience and patriotism.

With all his disappointments from failures on the part of those to whom he had intrusted command, and treachery on the part of those who had gained his confidence but to betray it, I never heard him utter a complaint, nor cast a censure for bad conduct or bad faith. It was his nature to find excuses for his adversaries.

In his death the nation lost its greatest hero. In his death the South lost its most just friend.

(Original content of the text of the speech copyright Sangamon County Historical Society.)

Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses Grant–the best.

*Walt Whitman, “Hush’d be the Camps To-Day”

Could see some snowflakes

by chuckofish

Boy, did they get the weather all wrong on Saturday! We had no idea there was a veritable blizzard coming…

My iPhone camera never shows snow falling–but believe me, it looked like a fake movie scene with big, fat soap flakes coming down. It stopped pretty soon and didn’t amount to all that much, but it did take us by surprise. Luckily our January DAR meeting was already scheduled as a Zoom meeting, so I could just stay home. Daughter #1 is one smart regent!

It was super cold on Sunday morning again but we faithful made it to church. We heard another good sermon on Joshua–we’re up to chapter 3, verses 1-17–crossing the Jordan River. After the service Lottie asked me if she got an A+ and I said, ahem no, not today. She said, Yeah, I guess I was more of a B+. Our adult ed class was part two of Intro to Covenant which I am enjoying so much. How great is it to sit in a room with 200+ people who are all in the process of being sanctified! We went to the Sunny Street diner afterwards and the twins had dinosaur pancakes and the boy tried something new–loaded hash browns. I had my usual #2 on the seniors’ menu. Everyone was happy and content with their choices.

Today, it should be noted, is my dear mother’s birthday–her 100th! My oh my, she has been gone for 38 years. I think about her every day. Time is unreal, or as Borges says,

And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

It is also Dolly Parton’s 80th birthday (!) and she is still going strong–here’s her new song, ably assisted by Lainey Wilson, Miley Cyrus, Reba, and Queen Latifa:

You go, girl! Everything’s going to be all right.

Precious Ida B had a wonderful birthday on Saturday…

And this sign on the neighborhood Catholic church makes me laugh every year…

Enjoy your Monday!

Another crazy trip around the sun

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of our precious Ida B! She will be three years old.

One of her favorite things to do with Mamu is listen to music on her phone. I hope her Mommy will play her this song, which I think she will like.

I hope she has super fun on her birthday, which might include doing the following: turning somersaults, petting a nice dog, eating candy, reading a book about Angus, watching football, singing along to her favorite Christian radio station…Can’t steal my joy (Woh oh oh oh, woh oh oh oh, woh oh oh oh)

Have a good weekend. I am going to do all the above mentioned activities, minus the somersaults.

All kinds of weather we stick together/ The same in the rain or sun

by chuckofish

Today is my sister/dual personality’s birthday! We wish her many happy returns of the day!

It was interesting spending 10 days with my prairie granddaughters and watching the interplay between them. Like my sister and me, they are about two and half years apart. It made me a little sad seeing how the older sometimes treats/manipulates the younger, knowing that I’m pretty sure I did the same thing. The younger is so sweet and is always trying to please her sister and mimic her. It is no surprise that she sometimes gets very frustrated. Well, siblings are one of our greatest blessings, but they also teach us the ways of the sin-sick world. We learn to cope. My older brother said plenty of mean things to me and it helped me develop a thick skin. Our siblings keep our pride in check.

I’m grateful my sister and I grew up to be close. I wish we could celebrate together! But I will be with her in spirit. And the spirit is always:

Come thou long-expected baby

by chuckofish

Well, Baby Wes is finally here! 9 lb 3 oz, 22.5 inches long at around 8:45 pm yesterday. (The twins may be a little disappointed that they won’t get to share a birthday…BTW Happy 9th Birthday, WRC and Lottie!) We are all very happy and relieved. Precious daughter #2 is okay too!

Let me just say, however, that I am about crafted out. I have made so many Santas and elves and gingerbread men and reindeer, not to mention reindeer headbands, that I am becoming cross-eyed. But all in a good cause.

Filling time, we also watched Little Miss Broadway (1938) starring Shirley Temple and George Murphy and a cast of stellar supporting character actors…

…and also Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)–they watched the whole thing!

We enjoyed both movies and I recommend them for younger viewers!

The girls and I are going to the hospital this morning to see Mommy and the new baby. Thanks be to God.

God our Father,
maker of all that is living,
we praise you for the wonder and joy of creation.
We thank you for the life of this child,
for a safe delivery,
and for the privilege of parenthood.
Accept our thanks and praise
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.