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Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Nostalgia, Wordless Wednesday, tagged on January 4, 2017| 3 Comments »

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Hope You’re Flying ~ Ten Years After

Posted in Nostalgia, tagged , , on August 16, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

[Spoken:]
Friction lock – set. Mixture – rich. Propellers – fully forward. Flaps – set – 10 degree. Engine gauges and suction – check
Mixture set to maximum percent – recheck
Flight instruments…
Altimeters – check both
(garbled word) – on
Navigation lights – on
Strobes – on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It’s to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it…

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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Another Generation Passed

Posted in Everyday, Nostalgia, tagged on June 24, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Peter and Cora. Known to me as Grandma and Grandpa Peter.

Peter and Cora.  They were the reason we all gathered, once again.  This time it was for the funeral of their youngest child, Earl, who was born in 1929.

Peter and Cora were my great grandparents, and I referred to them as Grandma and Grandpa Peter, and still do to this day.  When I attended Earl’s funeral I saw all sorts of relatives who looked either like Grandpa Peter or Grandma Peter (aka Cora).

Heritage, ancestry and family trees are fascinating to me.  Earl, the man whose funeral we attended, was the youngest of his family of origin.  He had eight brothers and sisters, all whom have died before him.  My grandpa (Joe) was the oldest sibling, Earl was the youngest.

Peter and Cora raised superior children.  Each one of them was successful in all senses of the word.  They married and stayed married until death did they part.  They bore children, who were also superior.  The family that stems from Peter and Cora is the nicest family conglomeration I’ve ever met in my life.

The best thing is, they’re MY family!

The last of Peter and Cora’s children has finally met his maker, and I’m pretty sure Peter and Cora, as well as all of Earl’s siblings, were happy to see him glide through the Pearly Gates.

I’ve been so fortunate to know so many of my relatives, all the way back to great grandparents.  To Peter and Cora I propose a toast.  You raised good, productive, wonderful children, who, in turn built families that are equally good, productive and wonderful.  I hope all of us, when we cross the veil, will meet again and rejoice in the love that made us all a family.

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Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Holidays, Nostalgia, Wordless Wednesday, tagged , , on December 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »

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Storms Are Brewing In Your Eyes

Posted in Nostalgia, tagged , , , , on April 10, 2015| 6 Comments »

I was breaking up with Alex. We’d been together for nearly four years when he started doing weird things, like giving me pasta containers for Christmas. I didn’t need pasta containers and I didn’t want pasta containers. Then he went out and bought a car and a house without even telling me he was in the market for either. Red flag, right?

We agreed to have a date and break up like civilized people. We met at an Italian restaurant in Uptown Minneapolis, had a lovely dinner, and discussed the demise of our relationship. No one was angry, but I was a little sad. Not heartbroken, but a little sad. I’m not sure if he was sad or not, but if he was elated he had the good sense to keep it under control.

As synchronicity would have it the song Sara by Starship played quietly throughout the restaurant. I put my hand on Alex’s and said, “you’ll think of me every time you hear this song.” He said yes, he would.

I haven’t heard the song since that night. I can only assume Alex hasn’t either, giving him no reason to ever think of me again. It was the perfect break-up song, at least.

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