My old friend at Poor Georgie’s Almanac stimulated a memory to something in the rear of my aging brain. It was something that happened back in the early 50’s. Georgie’s post first though:
NEWS vs. OLDS
NEWS self-defines itself. It is about what is new.
OLDS is a former car brand. It died because it was boring.
A Night Operation
I remember back to the early 50’s growing up in suburban Philadelphia, on the Jersey side of the Ben Franklin bridge.
I was about seven or eight at the time. The news all around town was that a new car was being introduced, the Hudson Hornet.
The local car dealer even had brown paper on the showroom windows increasing the suspense of the forthcoming unveiling.
I would be invited to go on a recon mission with my father and his cousin Bill. We would go to the local dealer after closing, and in the dark of night we would try to get a sneak preview. After parking in a closed Texaco gas station and with flashlight in hand we walked the half block to the dealership. I was bubbling with excitement, I was going to be one of the first to see something new.
There was a single bar gate at the entry to the back lot,we ducked under it and walked behind the showroom and shop building. As the excitement built in my youthful mind my father turned on the light. There it was, sitting in the lot, it was a green, four door, brand spanking new, Hudson Hornet.
We peered inside, I saw what I believed was a wooden dashboard and plush seat covers with plastic covering them. Quickly the light was turned off when someone shouted out, “Hey, what are you doing there.” It turned out it was a mechanic leaving late who Bill just happened know. I about did you know what in my pants.
After exchanging some pleasantries and an explanation as to why we were there, we departed. A young boys night of clandestine excitement had come full circle by being included as part of an, in the dark mission. I’m sure once I was in bed my mind raced with dreams of that night. It wasn’t an Olds, a DeSoto or Crosley, it was a night of a special adventure.
Google images photo’s
Last week the NFL, that’s the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE for those of you who don’t know (American Football) held their annual draft of college players. For the past few years they have featured this event in different cities. For years it was held indoors in New York City. Last year saw the venue change to Chicago, Illinois and the shores of Lake Michigan. Chicago is the home of the Bears. This year it was held in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the City of Brotherly Love and the home of my beloved Eagles.
I grew up across the Delaware River in New Jersey but was always a Philadelphian. If you’re from the area, you’re a Phillies, Flyers and Eagles fan. The stage for this football fanatic event was none other than the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum, who’s steps were climbed by Silvester Stallone in the movie “Rocky.”
The turnout for this event was phenomenal. The crowd was loud, booing the Eagles opposition at every turn, especially when the arch rival Dallas Cowboys were mentioned. It was reported by “CBS” that over 100,00 people were in attendence for this event.
If you’re a Philadelphia Eagles fan, or you just love football, take a few minutes and read this great article “Three Days On The Parkway.”
“Three Days on the Parkway” was written by Alex Smith with photography by Kiel Leggere, Drew Hallowell and created by the Philadelphia Eagles.
Yep, that’s what they called it, Civil War Days. How can a war ever be civil? I always thought civility meant courtesy and politeness. A person making a polite action or expression. Civility was thought to express culture and good breeding.
Well it seems those boys in the photo up above got them a cannon pointed out over that field just awaiting for their countrymen in grey to come towards them. Now the gentlemen to the left in grey, I’m guessing he’s trying to be civil.
At any rate, on the 22’nd of April past, the Allen Historical Society held it’s first Civil War Days at the Community Hall. That’s a building I believe is owned by the Methodist, supported by the Lions and used by The Fire Company and just about everyone else in this little village on the Eastern Shore. If your hungry come November look for the Missive announcing the Pit Beef Dinner held by the Lions Club.
Oh, what’s a Missive you say, It’s a written message, usually in letter form from an official source letting everyone know what’s going on and the needs of the organization. Usually it comes from Melissa, sometimes Aggie and even Lucy chimes in on occasion. Of course all these girls are technologically advanced and it ain’t no letter in this day and age, it’s Email. Of course you’ve got to be wired up for that. That’s always another story if you live in the back country. President Trump says he will bring High Speed internet to the entire country. I’m guessing that’s right after them Mexicans pay for that wall. So it will be awhile.
Here’s a bit from one of the recent Missive’s about the needs for the Civil War Days.
(And if you feel inclined to help in this way, or you want to give us a hand for part of the day in the kitchen, please drop me a line or leave me a phone message to let me know – you will drop my stress level immensely!)
Wow, am I out of touch, and a bit tardy in my blogging of late. As far as out of touch, do you know today is 420, 4:20, or 4/20? I had no clue. Herself had the “Today Show” on this morning and they were filling their viewership with information on this historic day. I’m not too much into that show, it’s an I can’t stand Matt Lauer thing. I feel he’s a snipe, no not the bird, in his interviewing techniques. dictionary.com has a definition, #6 on their list as: to attack a person or a person’s work with petulant or snide criticism, especially anonymously or from a safe distance. Actually today wasn’t hard to take, Matt was off.
So if your interested in 4-20, check it out @: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/420_(cannabis_culture)
As for not posting, I’ve really been preoccupied with Ben, our Standard Poodle who turned six months old on 4-17, not blowing any smoke there (see 420.) Ben has had a rough time of it for the past few months. In mid January after noticing ear gunk we went to the vets and started meds and cleaning for a yeast infection in his ears. This quickly spread and an infection ensued and the poor guy developed the canine version of MRSA,
Five vet visits later after numerous testings, diet changes, special baths, antibiotics, Prednisone, probiotics, several ear washes and medications, we’re making progress. Along the way I’ve been up at least once each night to help Ben facilitate the act of micturition, that’s the act of urination. It seems the Prednisone increases thirst which brings about frequent urine evacuation. In other words, the poor dog was Peeing like a race horse and I, thanks to my Marine Corps training was his doorman. At times it was an hourly event, I was an expert with the Swifter tool when an accident occurred. I recently finished reading Steinbeck’s novel “ Travels with Charlie” and his poodle incurred the opposite malady while on their adventure.
We are now waiting on the vet to call and give us the name of the next food to try, food allergies are thought to be the culprit of the problems. The next food will be Hypoallergetic. Ben has a cousin in CT that has similar issues and is on a Duck diet. Her name is Belle. Ear issues are synonymous with Poodles by the way. Ben is my third after CoCo, best hunting dog ever and Maggie who was ever faithful for eight years. FYI, CoCo MiMi Cest of Celest By Heck, Margaret of Donegal and Benjamin Franklin Fiddler our current BFF tare the official and politically correct names.
Right in our backyard is Wicomico Creek and the Wicomico Yacht Club
We’re a fifty acre field, a patch of woods and a half mile walk to get to the Yacht Club, and we do it often. It is not uncommon to take a bit of the “Nectar of the Gods” with us
and enjoy the sun as it set over the water. This is a photo from one of those recent sunsets. It has long been said that water soothes the soul. Herself and I certainly feel that way. Check out this article from the Huffington Post as to why water makes you feel calm.
Granddaughter Samantha Has returned to Oklahoma and has been reunited with husband Zed who had been deployed to the east. Check out her blog @ https://adayinmylife.org/author/c12samb/ and read all about he reunification.
Jeff has returned from his adventures and has taken a weeks vacation to do some home repairs, Rock fishing and get his pontoon boat in shape for the boating season. He and Kathryn have settled on the name
Thanks to my Secret Santa, I and seven guests got to see the Salisbury University Lacrosse defeat Christopher Newport by a sore of 17 – 3. The viewing venue was from the President’s Box with a fine food spread, beverages and a great view of the game. Thanks Santa for a truly unique gift that was worth the wait to experience. Check out the new Stadium complex.
For the past few years herself has been supplying a quilt to the : http://creativelivingcommunityofct.org/ Our daughter in-law serves on the board of this agency and each year they have a fund raising dinner and auction. The below photo is this years contribution.
We’ve been doing some renovations in our Annex of late. We also did some spring cleaning and Pollen elimination in anticipation of Easter dinner. We hosted twenty eight guests on Easter and no one went home hungry.
So, I hope this helps to catch my readers up on what’s been gong on while I was remiss in putting a Blog. I’ll be back a bit sooner should Ben stay on his present course. We do have a few busy weeks coming up with a college graduation, confirmation and a wedding to attend as well as some frolicking time with a Clan from Kilkenny, Ireland. A Crab feast will be in order for that event.
In the meantime check out the following site for some phrase verbs for problems.:
To close I’ll say Happy Birthday to my son in-law Jeffery who will be celebrating his birthday with Kathryn this weekend at the National Harbor on the Potomac River.
Two family men are heading in different directions this week. My son in-law Jeff,aka: el Jeffe, is heading East, actually as the keys hit my MacBook Air he is in Paris on a lay over. Today he will arise and head to one of the worlds great vacation spots, the country of Chad in Africa. Jeff will be doing what he does at our embassy there. His son in-law Zed is going the other way.
Coming west back to Oklahoma is our granddaughter’s husband Zed, Zed has been vacationing in and around the Persian Gulf and every coupe of days or so flying an Electronic stuffed Air Force E-3 Sentry at 35,000 feet or so to keep you and I safe.
Zed will arrive back in Oklahoma City today greeted by his wife who gave birth to daughter Zoe here in Maryland back in January. Zed will get to see child #4 for the first time in live mode. Thanks to today’s electronic wonders he got to see the birth live via an iPad. I can not imagine the greeting he will get from Mia, Ana, and Dax. Did I mention both Mom and Dad are Air Force Captains on active Duty. Thanks you two for your sacrafice and service on our behalf.
Herself and I ventured into town yesterday to receive Ashes on the first day of lent. The night prior a fine Roast Beef dinner was served to our daughter and her husband and two of our grandchildren, it was a great evening. Whenever they come around to check on the elderly we are blessed. You always splurge on Shrove Tuesday and Tuesday night was no exception.
A blogger I follow (https://madhatters.me.uk/2017/03/02/ashes-guide/) had the below chart posted on his site, it is so true and I’m sure should you have been Catholic for a number of years (50+ years for me) you’ve seen them all. I never did get ashes so many years ago back in my Methodist days. If I remember right I couldn’t play cards, get dirty or have fun on Sunday either, reverence was the way of the day back then.
The day did remind me of a time back in high school, 1961 in fact, when a group of us guys came to school late after getting ashes. We, five or six of us went to one member of the group’s house and hung out for several hours during the same time the Ash Wednesday service was going on in town. When it was time to get back to school, Father Fiddler dipped his thumb in the ash tray we had filled up and placed the sign of the cross on each heathen’s forehead. I’m thinking that must be some kind of sacrilege and someday I’ll pay for it.
Thanks Mike McVeigh for providing the venue on that day.
So now we Catholics spend forty days of suffering, giving up something we enjoy until Easter Sunday. My brother in-law Bobby gave up beer for 6 days each week of lent. Somehow it was OK to partake on Sundays. Some will give up candy, some soda and of course some will give up nothing at all. As for me, I shall give up staying home on Sundays and get my sorry ass to church.
Oh, and by the way, we never got questioned for being three hours late to school. I’m guessing I did a good job being the forehead scribe. It was a Lucky Strike we never got caught.
Several years ago I got to spend Shrove Tuesday in Munich, Germany with my son in-law Jeff and am providing the attached site for those who may be interested in The German Way and more. (https://www.german-way.com/history-and-culture/holidays-and-celebrations/fasching-and-karneval/)
What will you give up over the next forty days?
I was motivated to do another Mug Shot Blog from the recent meeting between U.S. President Donald Trump and Japan Prime Minister Minister Shinzo Abe.
During the years 1967- 1968 I was stationed in Iwakuni, Japan with the Marine Corps in support of the Viet Nam War. I would spend my time working as an Aerographer at Marine Corps Air Station Iwakuni. During this time my wife of two years and our daughter, seven months old at the time were back home in New Jersey. No internet, no cell phones, little communication. It’s not a far removed time from where I live now, communication wise. On many occasion we would travel to Hiroshima for a baseball game and sight-seeing ventures. Hiroshima had a team in the Japan Professional Baseball League.
One of the big issues I’m sure being talked about between the two world leaders is MCAS Futenma which is on the island of Okinawa. Everyone in the Marine Corps going to SE Asia in 1967 went through Okinawa and I was no exception. The island was not the property of Japan at the time.
The Mug Shot featured here was purchased in a small shop in Iwakuni back in 1967 and today sits on my desk and holds pens, pencils and Magic Markers. It serves a function and serves as a reminder to years long ago, fifty of them in fact.
Once back in the states I would separate from the Marine Corps and reunite with my family in what has been fifty one wonderful years featuring three children, nine grandchildren, four great-grandchildren and herself putting up with me day in and day out. I have been blessed.
As for herself, a young Nurse, single mother and a real trooper, she kept the home fires going. She worked in a hospital close to Fort Dix, NJ and most of the CNA’s were medics recently back from Viet Nam. Her praise of their dedication, professionalism and knowledge speaks well of our military men and women during those trying times. Many years later our eldest daughter, a young Navy Nurse Corps Ensign would be stationed at Fort Dix with a Mobile Field Hospital unit.
Five years later herself would endure once again with three children this time while I was off once again at the CT State Police Academy starting that career. God bless the strength and endurance of our women.
Tweeter in Charge
So, needless to say President Trump was back to Tweeting about this meeting.
NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Saturday, February 11, 2017, 8:43 PM
President Trump hit the links and took a swing at some fairway diplomacy Saturday as he hosted his first foreign leader at one of his signature golf courses.
The President spent the morning golfing with Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe at the Trump National Golf Club in Jupiter, Fla.
The pair, along with their wives, are spending the weekend at Trump’s winter estate Mar-a-Lago in nearby Palm Beach.
“Having a great time hosting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe in the United States!” Trump tweeted alongside a picture of the pair high-fiving on a green.
President Trump suggests rapid action on additional U.S. security
White House reporters tasked with covering the event were not allowed to tag along for the 18-hole conference and said the accommodations were not up to par.
The group was confined to a basement suite where windows were covered with black plastic bags so they couldn’t see out.
“The door and windows are covered with black plastic so we can’t see out,” the official White House pool report stated.
The Rooster says!
“Wow, what are we becoming, Paranoia is in the air? Is the president’s golf game that bad that no press can follow? ” I’d love to see a 44 vs 45 golf match on TV. I’ll bet ESPN would love to carry it.
Have a great rest of the day, and thanks for following.