This blog might have been started on former Senator Birch Bayh's 81st birthday (1/22/09), but it isn't a political journal. It's just slices of life. If you don't believe me (or even if you do), just read it... AJ wants U 2 meet The CanMan!
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There are so many others with very important things to say in their own special and delightful voices.
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Speaking of blogs, have you ever checked out the one written by The StoryMaster? It's about the two precious blessings who have made life brighter and brighter for him and The StoryMistress:
Fivesixer -- Kentucky's a beautiful place. Of course, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Hoosier and will, likely, always make my home somewhere in the Anderson area or, at least, in Madison County--even though I'm also planning on fixing up our old homestead (on my mom's side) down in Owen County (Cunot, Indiana) to have as a retreat and reunion place. However, I have to not only save money for this but, also, remove all traces of the shyster ring from it. I'm keeping my mom's ashes for now but hope to have a graveside service followed by fellowship at the family home in a year or so from now. In the meantime, one of the things I'll be doing at least will be having someone to etch April 29, 2013 on the gravestone she and my dad share. I'm also writing tributes to them in various ways.
CJ Reddick -- Thanks! So far, so good! I'm treating this like an adventure and learning experience and pray that God will use this to make lots of positive differences in the lives of many others. As of around 3.a.m. on September 9, 2013, I became (so far as having a particular physical address beyond my P.O. Box address goes) reclassified as homeless. However, I'm living a pretty cushy version of homeless, so don't worry about me. I have a couple of options for physical addresses now--which will mean sharing living space with friends (but no utilities to pay in full on beyond my landline phone, as I can do without things like my own cable, etc. and end up saving some money for other things that will be necessary for now and in the forseeable future such as involving relocating costs, paying off debts, and investing in such things as a laptop computer, cell phone for the road, maintenance of vehicle, basic necessities, etc. as this next phase of my life is going to involve quite a bit of travel writing).
Lyn's a Witchy Woman -- Oh yes! We've always had lots of wonderful times! This will be really neat when four of us line up in age going from 60 thru 63 come February 28, 2014. It will be something to celebrate!
Three of us live in Indiana and one (David) lives in Ohio. On the Phillips side, there are nine of us in all. The oldest (Carolyn) passed away this year. She would have been 71 on November 24. The youngest of us (Tommy) turned 51 on February 10.
I'm not sure what will become of the converted barn where I last lived, but I know that the house that my folks and I designed together the year I graduated from eighth grade will be lived in by a granddaughter of the family who bought the house (to where we moved in 1954) that originally came with the farm back in 1967.
She's an RN and has the cutest little girl.
The property is actually hot (stolen right out from under me), and there will, no doubt, eventually be a court hearing to make things right and hold certain people accountable for this and similar wrongs they've done to others for (from what I've gathered) at least 25 or 30 years (though it probably was more like petty theft in the beginning but has just gotten worse over time--long story).
However, I have no plans to try to alter the changing of the guard when it comes to who will be living on the property now--at least, not when it comes to the house where the RN and her family will be living, though I might try to get back land that makes up my front yard and goes on back to the creek but doesn't include what I consider to be the back yard of the house we built in 1967.
I definitely want all of my farmland and woods back from the shysters who began their project of getting it from us back in 2001 so that I can keep it for myself for awhile and, eventually, will or deed it to others who have been saints to my folks and me during this difficult time.
What a fun little memory! I've only been through Kentucky once (maybe twice) as an adult, and I don't remember the bluegrass. I was told I went there a few times as a very small child. My great uncle (who was also my Godfather) moved down there.
Sounds like you had a good time with the cousins. Sorry to hear you are leaving your farm, hope it will continue with the same love as your family gave it.
Lyn
I guess I left out why I wanted the blinds pulled up clear to the top of the window: The view of our farm was so pretty, and it was a beautiful night. One thing I remember happening was that somebody put on the record of The Beatles performing A Hard Day's Night, and that wonderful chord at the beginning came on. I was looking out at the beautiful autumn night around that time, and, somehow, the scene seemed to go with the music. That took place sometime around two in the morning or so, I believe, and that was the last time that Melanie pulled the blinds down and when Barbara finally got enough and closed them (they were Venetian blinds) as well.
Oh yes! David also ended up going out on Columbus Avenue (as we called the road where we lived at the time along with it's also being part of State Road 109) with his bicycle and getting hit by a car. Fortunately, he only ended up with a few scratches, bruises, or whatever. In other words, he would have been more likely to be killed by Melanie than by the car! Ha-Ha!
Anyway, the next time we were back in school, David was telling everybody that he and Gary were riding around and around the garage apartment on their bicycles and that they had seen all of us in our pajamas!
P.S. What I meant to say was that ten girls showed up from my class, two couldn't make it, and, then, I made #13. I think that's right. I would have to go through and count everybody. We also had my pesky cousin, David, and his best buddy, Gary, trying to get a peek at us in our pajamas, but I didn't realize this until the next day, even though I know that Melanie was hollering, "Close the blinds! I don't like them Peeping Toms!" I didn't know what she was talking about, and I wanted the blinds lifted clear up to the top, as the slumber party was held in our garage apartment where long-time renters had just moved out and nobody had moved in yet, so we got to use the place for the party. The garage was under us, and the 3 room and bath apartment was the top floor, and this was where we were. But I pulled the blinds up. Melanie pulled the blinds down. Then up..Then down..Then up...Then down...etc. until my cousin, Barbara, who was a freshman in high school and was part party-goer and part chaperone, rolled her eyes in her head and yelled, "LEAVE THE BLINDS ALONE!!!" Then, she not only put them down but, also, closed them. And the rest of us who liked looking out were all going "AWwwwww!" and scolding Melanie saying, "Look what you did!" But we weren't really mad at her, and we all continued having fun. We were pretty much up for most of the night until Barbara told us that we needed to lie down and get some sleep. We lay down, but we slept very little. My mom (who worked the night shift at Delco-Remy and arrived home at around one in the morning) told me that next day that she remembered listening early in the morning and thinking that we had all finally gone to sleep--that is, until she heard one or more of us yelling about something and our music starting up again. The term slumber party must have been coined by someone with a sense of sarcasm, as the term is a contradiction of what actually goes on at one of those events!
Lyn -- So glad you enjoyed my entry and that it brought back some wonderful memories for you! Our family was very much into reading and storytelling. One of the things I've always enjoyed is listening to my elders tell about incidents from their childhood as well as looking at their baby, childhood, and youth pictures. I like to share those kinds of stories and pictures of my own with people--especially, our young people. As you might imagine, a couple of my favorite TV shows were The Waltons and Little House On The Prairie. The first time I wrote fan mail to The Beatles (right after they first played on Ed Sullivan back in 1964 and two months after I'd turned eleven years old), I told them that I'd like to see some of their baby pictures. I must not have been the first person to request this, as, a few months later, some of them were displayed in either 16 Magazine or Tiger Beat (I can't remember which). This took place in October when I was having a slumber party at my place with all of the girls from my sixth grade class (I think we had ten girls from my class where two couldn't make it along with two of my older cousins and myself in attendance), and I remember that everybody was excited about the baby pictures and were passing the magazine around.
Calvin--I got books and magazines at the right time! Always! There is never a wrong time (for me, anyway) to get the written word! Of course, if you weren't so tired, you would realize this, too! L L
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