Monday, June 29, 2009

One down, a heap more to go

I finally finished the central block of my Una quilt.


It's going to have a full border of Lemoyne stars. I have enough such star blocks which were made by my mother, and would like to use them, but I'm not sure the colors are right for this quilt.

The carpentry continues on the deck. They have just about rebuilt the thing. We won't have to think about replacing it for about fifty years, it looks like. Willis noticed that the railing was loose, and the deck sagged in the middle because it didn't have enough beams under it. He has replaced all the posts and top rails, and as soon as they get the new beams in, he'll paint the whole thing and MAYBE BE DONE!!!!! at last. It really is an impressive job.

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The heat is about to get me down. But I ain't down yet. Yesterday seemed the worst so far, even though we had a few drops of rain. By evening, I was feeling like Beetle Bailey flat in the road after a tank ran over him. I slept from 7 p.m. until 6:30 this morning, waking up 2-3 times and going back to sleep.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Farewells

Yesterday two great entertainers died, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. I always liked Farrah so much. She was a strong woman, and it seems the strong get a lot of loads to bear. She was never really recognized as a serious actress, possibly because she was too pretty. A woman I know, who met Farrah in the 1980s, said she was even more beautiful in person than in pictures.

Always when I hear the name Michael Jackson, I think first of the little 10- or 12-year-old boy with the Jackson Five. I think he was about 50-going-on-13 when he died yesterday. The music and style he developed never appealed to me, but I loved him just the same.

And a week ago today, Mr. Eddie Martin, a Leeds legend in his own time, died at the age of 92. So many memories of that gentleman.

All three of these people did a lot of good in their time here, and I'm sure they'll be rewarded.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It's all over but the painting

I've already been out, watered my plants, gone to the store, and chatted briefly with the Jehovah's Witness ladies who dropped by. Yesterday the workers cleaned up the deck, and I reckon they're ready to paint the chimney and deck and (please the saints!) be gone.

Yesterday Steve and his crew turned up in the middle of the day to cut the grass. They weed-et the end of the flower bed by the driveway, and I let them spray some weed-killer just on that end. Mo never goes out there anyway, unless he follows me to the mailbox.

Lawn sprinklers are beginning to appear in the neighborhood. Guess I'll have to haul mine out in the next day or so. If I ever complained about too much rain, I repent.

Today I've got to call my son J. and my other son J., and see what they're up to.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Famous Quotations

They run in my head like that news strip at the bottom of the screen on CNN.


"Where is that goat? Huh? Huh?" -- Sarah D. Satterfield

"ROTC ain't a disease, Will." -- from "No Time for Sergeants"

"I must be up betimes, for I have a great work to do." -- Charles I of England, the morning of his last day

"I have a terrific headache." -- Patricia Neal (Dahl)

"Jo-anne is jealous of Bet-ty Joyce." -- Missouri Ella Isbell

"That little thing ain't got its eyes open yet." -- Bobbie Lee Ramey

"God does not play dice with the universe." -- Albert Einstein re: quantum theory

"...aspyrin and tranquil-easers..." -- Tennessee Ernie Ford in spoof of Connecticut Yankee

"I always knew I was not the best knight of the world." -- Lancelot of the Lake

"I would certainly like to be president." -- Adlai E. Stevenson

"To me, the great adventure is to stay in Paris and write a novel." -- Francoise Sagan to friends who invited her to go to Africa with them

"Oh, my darling! If you go, what shall I do?" -- "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." -- Scarlett and Rhett

"The eagle has landed." -- Neil Armstrong

"Tom! You, Tom!" -- Aunt Polly

"Now is the winter of our discontent/ Made sunny summer by this son of York." -- Richard III

"Permit me to ignite your cigarette." -- Peter O'Toole as Lawrence of Arabia

"Joanne's gettin' fat as a bear!" -- Gordy Ramey

"I am an A-son, not a P-son." -- Beatrice K. Thomason

"I can't eat flowers." -- Stella Isbell

"This is Karl Pickens perking." -- Karl Perkins on Alabama public radio broadcast

"Oh, goddammit, we forgot the silent prayer!" -- Dwight D. Eisenhower opening Cabinet meeting

"Who are those men?" -- Butch Cassidy (Paul Newman)

"He'll probably make as good a president as he did an actor." -- Ava Gardner

"I don't write for posterity. What did posterity ever do for me?" -- Lytton Strachey

"He's a good fellow, and 't will all be well." -- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

"You'd hit yore momma before you'd hit me!" -- Dolly Parton

"Of course, you may have the baby! I'll send him to you as soon as he's weaned." -- Arthur Wing Pinero's mother to her sister, when Arthur was born 12th of 12 children

"Was you ever in a torpedo?" -- Joanne Ramey, age 7, to visiting serviceman

Monday, June 22, 2009

Horses sweat, men perspire, ladies glow

Man, am I glowing! Might as well call me a horse. I don't mind; I like horses.

What I thought were two old peony plants in the front bed turned out to be five. They multiplied. This morning I dug them up, put them in pots and set them in the sun. When I get the bed dug, I'll go ahead and plant them, and do the new ones when they arrive.

I wanted to get the old ones out of the front bed, because next time Atchison's crew come, I'm going to make them weed-eat all that mess of weeds, little trees and poison oak at the front end of that patch. I don't know what to do about weeds in the bed, growing up between the river rocks Steve piled in there, without putting landscaping sheets under them as he was supposed to do. I pull some weeds almost every day, but they've got away from me. Maybe I need to anoint the whole thing with weed-killer. I'm going to search online and find some natural weed-killer that won't be poisonous to animals.

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I found that vinegar, salt, and alcohol will kill weeds, but they also kill any nearby plants. They also harm the soil so that desirable plants won't thrive. The soap that some gardeners add to their mixtures softens the weed surfaces so the vinegar, etc., is more easily absorbed. Boiling water also kills weeds and good plants, nonselectively.

The only really safe methods I've found are sugar (or so says somebody), and mulches, especially newspaper as it decays and pleases the earthworms.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

And the beat-beat-beat-beat-beat goes on...

Today the workers are at it again. They took Sunday off on Saturday. Maybe they're Jewish. Funny, they don't look...etc. If I had known they wouldn't be working yesterday, I would have slept more.
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I have to say, about that siding they're putting up. It's fabulous, and I don't know how a nail ever goes through it. It's made of "cement fiber," whatever that is, guaranteed waterproof for 50 years. They're really doing a beautiful job, making different-size boards out of 2x4s to save money. I asked Willis how he ever afforded all that shop equipment, and he just looked mournful and said, "Thirty years, thirty years."

On the minus side, part of that little V of roofing at the top of the chimney has also rotted. They're going to repair it, and said the repair won't leak.

On the plus side, one of the first things they did Wednesday was replace the garage-window glass that I, in a locked-out frenzy, broke out with a brick.
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The plant catalog said 10% off, plus $25 off on an order of $50 or more. Wurra the day! I ordered more plants, but they won't ship (or charge) (or need holes) until September. More hydrangeas (white); those bushy pink daisies I have always wanted; sweet peas already started; a couple of sorbet peonies so doubled and full they look like those big flowers we used to make out of pink Kleenex. This time I'm going to plant the peonies in the sun, and transplant the 2-3 almost-never-blooming ones that I planted in the shade in 2006.

A few weeks ago, I scratched up the surface of that mound by the drainage ditch in back, and sprinkled a packet of Johnny-jump-up seeds over it, not hoping for much. But they sprouted and grew, some of them, and once they're established they'll spread.

I hope.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The Lost Week

I thought Lewis--I mean Willis and Bud would come Wednesday and replace a few boards and paint the deck and be gone. Not so, but far otherwise!



















The deck was OK, but the chimney was totally rotten, and it looks like there's 2-3 more days' work to be done.

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It wears me out to watch people work. I just pace back and forth, wondering if they need another pitcher of ice water, or if one of them will step in a hole and cripple itself, or how will I get the car out of the garage with all those trucks in the driveway.

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And most of the day yesterday, it was the Heating and Air Man checking and cleaning the AC and talk-talk-talking.

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I shall run mad.

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Here's how it looks right now, with the insulation on, and their workshop set up unter die decht:


I guess all that's left to do is get the siding and put it on and paint it. I don't know about the top of the chimney. They said the back (front) side of it from the roof up was as bad as the bottom part.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Voltus Electricalis/Strata Illuminata Storm

That storm last night was a wowzer. For more than an hour, it lit up the place with constant lightning, and I mean constant. It also scattered limbs all over the back yard and washed leaf mold and trash out onto the grass. Also, it knocked a previously unseen birdhouse out of one of the trees, which looks like it's about a hundred years old. The roof is totally gone, but the structure itself is interesting.

If I could find a single, very strong young man with a very tall ladder, who needed a home, I might get married again. Nah! bad idea. But I need somebody to do the work around here that I find too tiresome, too inconvenient or too expensive to do myself. I wish they made robots like that; I'd save up my Social Security checks to buy one.

The hydrangeas I planted are already sprouting little new leaves.

Tomorrow I'm going to put the three lily-of-the-valley plants that haven't died in the flower beds in front of the house.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Grow, Plants, Grow!

I spent the morning outside talking to the new plants. Actually, putting rocks around each one so Steve's boys won't get over-industrious and weed-eat them. Also picked up about a truckload of limbs and twigs.

Willis came by and wants to paint the deck. I told him to go ahead. He painted it 3-4 years ago, and it has lasted well but faded in spots and is beginning to peel. He also at some point will probably paint the house and repair the chimney where some wood has rotted. He's going to look in his records and find out what kind of paint he used and where he got it, and how much he charged last time to paint it, and get back in touch. I know he'll want to cut down those high bushes at the side of the house. I know they need to go, but a mockingbird nests in them, and the hydrangeas bloom under them. Wurra, wurra.

I've got to make the rounds of P. O. and cat food store--I mean grocery.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

High Hopes

I got all the hydrangeas planted. The holes were just right, but this soil, even wet, is hard and lumpy and obviously has a lot of clay in it. I put Miracle-Gro in the bottom of the holes, and the plants were in little plastic pots with dirt around the roots, so maybe they'll do OK. Yes, I was smart enough to throw the plastic pots away. Must say, I'm proud of me for digging all those holes, and of Mo for helping.

Even if the plants don't do as well as expected, even if crows and other critters dig them up--I've already got a lot of satisfaction out of knowing I planted them right. And just imagining a row of tall green plants, with huge heads of beautiful blue flowers, is better than not having tried to grow them.

The hydrangeas by the side of the house are blooming, but this year they're pink and lavender. You have to add minerals to the soil to control the colors, acid (aluminum sulphate) for blue, alkali (lime) for pink. The new ones ought to be blue without extra acid, under the trees with all those decaying leaves.
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The week ahead is going to be Una's Quilt Week. I'm going to get a good start, Lord willing, on completing the quilt top.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Once More Into the Flinty Ground

The sun is nearly down and the back yard is wet, so maybe today I really can dig a hole. Five holes.

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7:05 p.m.: Well, I dug 5 holes. It was easy enough, once I went and got the pick.
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"The Last of the Dogmen" is a wonderful movie, a sort of watered-down answer to "Dances With Wolves." All washed and shaved, dressed in a pin-striped suit and with most of his curls cut off, Tom Berenger looks kind of sickly and silly. But as Lewis Gates, he is your all-American western hero. Not to mention the dog. Barbara Hershey is in it, too.

I sat down and watched the last 9 minutes of the movie on TV, after I dug the final 2 holes. I may watch the whole video again tonight.

The first thing I saw Tom Berenger in was one of the last episodes of "Cheers," maybe the last episode. He was a skinny boy (the curly head of hair was the biggest thing about him; looked like it weighed maybe 6 pounds) hired to replace Woody behind the bar, or something.


Wikipedia says he was born in Chicago to an Irish Catholic family, and his real name is Thomas Michael Moore. He's a Gemini, like the old Irish poet and songster Thomas Moore.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Book Club Today

So I've got to drink more coffee and hit the shower, to shift myself into running gear. I need a "mani-pedi," but when didn't I?

This is one of my favorite old photos. Left to right, my cousin Betty Joyce holding my cousin Linda Jean; my cousin Donald; me holding my sister Susan.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

66-100 Things

66. After I got my first pair of eyeglasses at age 12 or 13, I was amazed to see leaves on trees instead of just big green blobs.
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67. The way to cook good oatmeal (Quaker Old-Fashioned Oats): Bring water to boil, dump in the oats and some salt, return to boil, stir, return to boil, put a lid on the pot and turn off the heat. Wait 5 to 10 minutes and serve. Or eat. There is no way to cook the ground-up oatmeal so that I'll eat it.
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68. Things I'd like to learn to do: (1) Swim (2) Dance (3) Whistle through my teeth
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69. Things I'd like to own: (1) A green thumb (2) A Jaguar X-something sedan (3) A baby grand piano
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70. My zodiac sign is Capricorn, along with Rudyard Kipling, Elvis Presley and Richard Nixon.
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71. My favorite snack is white wine, cheddar cheese and Ritz crackers.
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72. I have seen 2 UFOs.
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73. I have witnessed one event that I'm sure was supernatural. Others suspected.
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74. My mother and her parents and brothers lived in a real haunted house. They had a cat but no dogs. After she married, Mama had a dog named Ginger who wouldn't go near that house.
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75. My cat Mo can make ear-splitting noises like those Mama described from the haunted house. But they had other manifestations, not just noises.
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76. My grandfather Will S., and one of his brothers, were once on a long-distance walking trip. One stormy night they slept in an abandoned church building, which they later found out was not there. It had burned to the ground years before.
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77. Granddaddy Will's parents had a set of dining room chairs that moved in the night. No matter how the family arranged them, around the table or against the wall, next morning they'd be scattered around the room.
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78. A lady named Mattie lived in the hollow at the foot of Oak Mountain. She had a goat that would call her name--"Ma-ma-mat-tie!" She finally killed the goat. But this isn't about me. Except that I resent the killing of a smart goat.
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79. I once had a pretty calico cat named Carly. When she wanted to come into the house, she'd stand at the door and call, "Joanne! Joanne!" Well, it sounded like it.
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80. I'm a charter member of the Smithsonian Institution's Native American Museum council or whatever they call it. "We" have around 80,000 Indian artifacts in the museum. Next time I get a chance to go to DC, I'm going to check it out (haven't seen the Museum yet).
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81. I don't really collect anything now, but I have several piles of stuff I collected in the past: Yellow ware pottery; dolls; paperweights; bookmarks. I have about 20 quilts, so I guess I can call that a collection. They say that if you have more than 2 of anything, it's a collection.
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82. The most recent book I've read is People of the Whale, about an Indian tribe in the northwest U.S.
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83. I love all animals and feel close to them--although there are some I won't get close to if I can help it. It pains my conscience to put out roach discs or to slap a mosquito, but some things you about have to do if you're going to survive.
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84. Bumblebees nest, or congregate, or whatever they do, in holes around my house. When I go out on my deck, one or more will hover in front of the door or buzz around my head for a while. I call them my guard bees.
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85. I was stung once by a honeybee. And one time I stepped on a red wasp and it stung my foot. Ouch! Otherwise, I've never been stung.
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86. I drive a 16-year-old car that has been passed down through the Cage family. I've had it since 1999. It has almost 48,000 miles on the odometer (is that the right -ometer?).
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87. I once bought my daughter a used 1970s-something Camaro. I loved that car--she let me drive it occasionally.
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88. I've never had a broken bone (knock on wood!). Well, once in a fit of rage, I kicked a metal office chair and thought I had broken my big toe--it turned black. But I'm not sure it was broken.
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89. I don't read as much as I used to, because I get eyestrain so easily now. "Old age ain't for sissies." Someday I'll probably have to switch to audiobooks.
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90. I'm glad this is getting close to 100.
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91. I've got a boxful of 5 hydrangea bushes to plant. Tomorrow I've got to dig 5 holes.
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92. My favorite TV show is Jeopardy.
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93. The game I'm best at is Scrabble, but I haven't played it since my mother passed away.
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94. Games I can't stand are chess, bridge and Monopoly.
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95. The movie I've gone to sleep in the middle of the most times is "Star Wars."
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96. Back in the 60s, I was the first female to wear pants suits to work at General Electric in Huntsville. That sounds funny now, when nearly all women wear pants, even to church, if they want to.
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97. I'm not on Facebook, I don't Twitter, and I don't own an iPod. I don't even know for sure what an iPod is.
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98. I like computers, and am mostly in favor of technology, but there's no use going to extremes.
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99. When I first learned to recite the alphabet, I nearly always left out the N.
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100. When I get bored, I go to sleep.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

100 Things (which I don't expect anyone to read all of)

Buffy and Susan have both listed 100 things about themselves on their blogs. Since I don't think I've done anything interesting lately, I'll try it. If I stop short of a hundred, maybe it's because I don't know myself that well, or don't think I'm an interesting person, or something.
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1. I was born early on one frosty morning (3:00 a.m.) at home, in east Birmingham, AL. My daddy ran all the way from Hammond Camp to Irondale to get Dr. Bobo. The doctor wrote my name on the birth record as Sarah Joe Ann; when Mama saw this, she had it corrected to Sara Joanne.
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2. When I was born, I had two grandmothers, two grandfathers, a great-grandmother and a step-great-great-grandmother. Somewhere there's a picture of Maw Maw, Granny Ella, and Step-Granny Retter holding infant me, but I can't find the photo.
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3. My mother said that as an infant, I had a line of hair down my backbone, and a row of 3 tiny brown spots on my right shoulder. I've still got the spots, but the hair disappeared, like most of the other hair on me but earlier. My Indian name could have been Three Mole.
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4. My Uncle Douglas was 4 years old, nearly 5, when I was born. He got a red wagon for Christmas that year, and a few days later, he pulled it out onto the front porch and started down the steps. Asked where he was going, he said, "I'm going to show my new wagon to Gordy's baby." His 7-year-old sister, Bobbie Lee, said, "Why, Doug, don't you know that little thing hasn't got its eyes open yet?"
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5. The first word I learned to read was SALT.
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6. I started to school at Crestline elementary school in Mountain Brook. We lived in a roomy old house on Overbrook road. My teacher was Miss Lula Woods.
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7. My best friends in first grade were Jake B. and Lucinda B. I remember Jake at my house, when we dressed up in some of Mama's old clothes, put on a pair of Mama's shoes, and they almost fit. Mama had tiny feet then.
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8. We moved to Leeds in the middle of my first school year. My Leeds first-grade teacher was Clara D.
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9. We (they) put on a Tom Thumb Wedding play that spring, and I was picked to be a bridesmaid. The other bridesmaids I remember were Mary Lou and Joyce Earle. Beverly F. was the bride, and Jack C. was the groom. He promised to stay married to her, provided she kept his shirts ironed neatly, and some other funny stuff. She promised to be his lawful partner, provided he did not smoke or drink or insult her mother. I thought those were the real wedding vows.
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This is the only extant "pretty" picture of me. Mama lost or threw away all the others, but she managed to keep the ugly or crazy-looking ones.
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10. In 7th grade, I was invited to join the staff of the school newspaper, The Green Wave, as an editorial writer. In 10th grade, I became editorial editor.
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11. I was elected president of my junior (11th grade) class. My escort for the Junior-Senior Prom was Talmadge P., only because we were class presidents.
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12. My senior class earned money for a spring trip to Washington, D.C. Mama bought me a pink-and-gray linen dress, yellow pajamas and a shiny black-and-gold bathrobe. Daddy bought me a black peau-de-soie cocktail dress with blue crystals on the skirt. About the trip, I remember almost nothing except the National Cathedral, which was still under construction, and the class donated all the money we had left to help pay for the rose window.
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13. I had recently broken up with two different boyfriends, and didn't have a date for my senior prom, so I didn't go.
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14. The University of Alabama awarded me a "fee scholarship," which meant I would have to pay for my room and board, books and special fees, so I went to work instead at the first of many clerical jobs I would have throughout the years. After working for a year, I went to the University anyway. While there, I worked at the fledgling public television station for 40 bucks a month, which I paid on my room and board. Somehow I made it through two years, with a good scholastic record.
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15. My work at the TV station was one of the happy times of my life. Besides being typist and general gofer, they let me learn and do many of the TV production jobs. I could do about anything except operate the cameras; at that time, they were so big and unwieldy, I couldn't handle them. I was floor manager for rehearsals of our live production of "La Boheme." We were the first public TV station in the country to broadcast.
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16. I got married at age 22, the last girl in my high school class to marry. I had the three best children in the world, eventually got divorced, and that's all of my life story I feel like writing. Didn't mean for it to be a biography.
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17. My favorite food is crisp bacon.
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18. My favorite drink is Folger's coffee.
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19. The book I've read the most times is Gone With the Wind.
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20. The movie I've seen the most times is "Titanic." Or maybe "Misery."
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21. My favorite singer was Elvis Presley. Still is.
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22. My favorite fantasy is that when Elvis's infant twin brother died, I got his spirit or personality or something vital. Elvis got the looks and talent, and I got the brains.
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23. I was 12 days older than Elvis.
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24. I liked the Beatles, with reservations.
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25. My favorite artists/painters are Titian, Rembrandt and Albrecht Durer.
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26. My favorite classical composer is Mozart.
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27. My favorite poets are Robert Browning, Gerard M. Hopkins and Robert Frost.
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28. My favorite novelists are Charles Dickens, Emily Bronte, Herman Melville, and Sena Jeter Naslund.
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29. My favorite biographers are Peter Ackroyd, Edmund Morris and David McCullough.
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30. I have two sisters, who are younger, prettier and more talented than I am.
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31. I'm a Christian. I was baptized by a Baptist preacher when I was 13 years old. After I married, my husband and I joined the Episcopal church. I'm not a regular churchgoer, because (1) I don't totally agree with the practices of any church that I know about, and (2) I'm too lazy and maybe self-conscious to enjoy being in crowds of people.
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32. I love Jesus, and I believe He's coming back soon.
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33. I believe in angels. They have saved my life at least twice.
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34. My ambition was to be a singer and a movie star.
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35. I have always been a writer and a poet.
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36. I have written three and a half novels.
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37. I have written approximately 400 poems.
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38. For seven years I was a secretary, then an assistant contracts administrator, in the Space Division of the General Electric Company.
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39. For ten years I was a claims representative in the Social Security administration.
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40. For 12 years I was first a secretary, then a computer technologist, at the University of Alabama at Birmingham, School of Medicine.
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41. I retired from UAB in 1999.
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42. I moved back to Leeds (from Birmingham) in 2000.
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43. The only movie star I've ever seen in person was Lash LaRue.
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44. I've been to all the states east of the Mississippi River except Arkansas, Missouri, Minnesota, Iowa, West Virginia and Delaware. The only trans-Mississippi state I've visited is Louisiana.
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45. I once went to Canada (Windsor, Ontario) with my Aunt and Uncle Collins.
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46. The farthest away from the U.S. I've been was Canterbury in England.
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47. The place I'd most like to visit is the Grand Canyon.
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48. My great-grandmother Eliza Jane was a Mescalero Apache Indian, said (but not documented) to be a daughter of Geronimo.
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49. My favorite movie actor currently is Brad Pitt.
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50. My favorite all-time movie actor was Gregory Peck.
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51. I think the best TV series show ever made was "Cheers." I generally don't like comedies, but "Cheers," up until Shelley Long left it, was a work of genius. After that, it was still good, and I don't think I ever missed an episode.
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52. I can't figure how Shelley Long managed to look like a beautiful angel on "Cheers," and so sharp and unattractive after that.
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53. The tallest I ever was (barefoot) was 5 feet, 2-1/2 inches. Since getting osteoporosis, I've shrunk to an even 5 feet.
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54. I drag my left foot, unless I'm careful.
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55. At age 74, I still have hot flashes.
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56. My first friend in Leeds was Bonnie (still living, and now living in Moody, which is next to Leeds).
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57. I have received 5 marriage proposals so far in my life. (Six. I forgot Marlow.) (Seven. I forgot Ralph.)
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58. I proposed to a boy in ninth grade science class, but he said to ask him again a few years later.
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59. My cat Maurice ("Mo") is the best cat in the world. Also the smartest and the sweetest.
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60. My cat Bob (Robert Rufus Redford, 1982-1991) was the greatest cat in the world before Mo.
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61. Bob disappeared in 1991, and I hunted for him for years.
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62. Once I dreamed I found Bob on a beach, only he wasn't a cat but a little boy with very short legs.
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63. The longest distance I ever drove was from Birmingham, Alabama to West Palm Beach, Florida, where I spent a month on a work detail for Social Security.
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64. The handsomest man I've ever seen in person was head of the Social Security Administration during my last years there.
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65. The most beautiful woman/girl I've ever seen in person was Jane H., whose grandparents lived next door to the Cages in East Lake. A few times, she babysat my daughter. Jane studied ballet, became a model at age 14, became a movie starlet and was in a movie with Burt Reynolds. She was one of the first models hired by the Wilhelmina agency, and modeled for them for many years.
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This is the only picture I could find online of Jane. It doesn't look like her. Hollywood makeup artists messed up her looks, as they did Lili Gentry and Tallulah Bankhead, to make them look like their contemporaries.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Belmont Disappointment

Calvin Borel rode Mine That Bird,
But he didn't win--they came in third.

Wouldn't you know it--
I'm still a poet.

Before and after watching the Belmont, I've washed five loads of clothes today--not all dirty, some just hadn't been washed in a long time. This time I'm separating out the fall and winter stuff to store somewhere other than my bedroom closet. Instead of a walk-in, it has almost reached the point of being a crawl-in. Trish Suhr, where are you!

I've also designed two blocks for my Una quilt. One is a mariner's compass that had to be a 10" block, so I couldn't use the patterns I've got, all of which are much larger. The other is a whale; I found a whale block on the internet as a base, but mine will be different.

This morning I repotted the lilies of the valley. They were drowning in the first planter I put them in; it had one hole in the bottom, but apparently that wasn't doing the job. I lifted them all out and replanted them in a big planter with a row of holes all around the bottom.

After all that work, I deserve a pizza and a movie. Strangely, though,--maybe for the first time in my adult life--I don't want pizza.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Hair in the Face

One night recently, I watched "The Quiet Man" on TV. Good movie, with a few silly exceptions. One was the theme music, the first two lines of "Isle of Innisfree" played over and over, without ever finishing it or playing another part. Another was the yards of footage of John Wayne walking; he walked like a robot.

I was reminded of seeing Maureen O'Hara on TV a few years ago. At age 80, she was still one of the most beautiful creatures imaginable. She said that during the shooting of one scene in "The Quiet Man," they had to keep re-filming because her hair kept blowing across her face, causing her to mess up the scene. The director, John Ford, finally yelled, "Can't you keep your hair out of your face?"

She yelled back, "What does a bald-headed old s.. of a b.... like you know about hair?"

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

My New Blog

I've worked really hard for two days creating a quilting blog called Family Quilts, http://ramey-cagefamilyquilts.blogspot.com/. There's also a link to it in the left column under "Links." I'm far from satisfied with it, but I've done done all I can do.

Now I have to get to the post office before 5:00 or make myself a liar by saying I'd mail a book today.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Life--It's enough to make you cry.

If my friends and loved ones didn't usually read this blog, I'd write down why I've bawled for hours. But it involves not only Vann, but Jenny, and a long conversation with Sally Freind, and packing and mailing my last remaining book about Elvis, and the sky being so beautiful that it would have made me cry if nothing else had. But I'm going to stop any minute now, and it's not likely to happen again for months.