I suspect this cards sent to my mother by 2 of her bridge playing friends back in New England
Time to think of an entry.
Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week the prompt is to find a song that may include, or reference, one of the following:Devoted, Faithful, Honorable, Loyal, True.
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
Incidentally, Geoff’s new book, “The Art of Spirit Capture” is released on 17th October. Details can be found here.
Any song that seeks to oust the Prime Minister (albeit it was Gordon Brown at the time the song was written), and all who luncheon with him, and can use lyrics such as…
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What a joy to be in my garden and have Katerina enjoying the sunshine – and the bird life – with me. She is such a lovable cat!
That was the scene for a couple days last week – the fast fading days of summer. And I got to read my book also – Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore. Haruki Murakami is not to everyone’s taste – as I found out when I chose a Murakami book for my book group in Dublin a few years ago. I thought my book group readers would appreciate this author but no – none of them liked my choice. I was disappointed. Never mind.
Anyhow I loved the latest Murakami and it was perfect to have the solitude – apart from the birds and Katerina – to enjoy the spell/magic of the book.
Katerina – not at her most watchful
Cedric Duryee Guion
Page 2 12/10/44
Ced surprised us by writing another letter which arrived within a week of the last. He mentions first that the Buick repair job is about completed and at a ,total cost of about $300, plus labor, which he generously donated himself, including a practically new engine, transmission, brakes, etc. which he estimates will make the old boat give service for about two years more, at least. He made another ski trip to Independence Mine, finishing up by skiing all the way downhill to Fish Hook.
He says: “I saw some prints from original negatives found on a Jap soldier in the Aleutians. The scenes were quite like any an American soldier might have, except that the subjects were all Japanese. There were views of buddies all smiling at the camera, Jap planes on the beach, some on skis, etc. No doubt most of them…
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From my postcard collection
Many of us who have spent decades in the wide open spaces of America have seen our share of talking animals. We’re not talking Dr. Doolittle here; Rather, we have been listening to the sounds of nature and its many treasured inhabitants. Yes, they do speak if only we will listen! We need to learn how to respond.
My own odyssey with talking animals began over 65 years ago on the open pasture land of the Upper Owens River in Northern California. While fishing for fat Brown Trout at age four and five, I often heard the nearby vocalizations of the many cows grazing there in the flooded pastures of spring. As I would pass, they would speak to me and so I often answered with variously pitched moos of my own. As the years rolled on, I became quite accomplished at bull shitting with my bovine friends. It is…
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The section about Eskimo food is particularly interesting.
To continue extract from Rusty’s letter to Ced: “Charles Brown had me over for dinner the day after we landed. Most interesting old timer in the whole territory. First painting will be of him and that one I will keep for myself. Then we’ll have to get down to making bread and butter money or go on Eskimo diet. Eskimos on the way said I was the only white man they had ever seen take to all their food and like it. Ate walrus blubber by the pound, meat dipped in seal oil, dried fish and seal oil and even soured walrus flippers. The latter dish is a rare one but was bound to try it to see if my stomach could digest it. This dainty dish is apt to knot up any white man’s stomach if not poison him. If soured by the sunshine it poisons even the Eskimos…
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