As a child, I learned to fish with my mother and her twin brother Joe. The short “jetties” on the northwest side of Amelia Island was a favorite spot. When the tide had receded enough, we would make our way out on the rocks. My mother went first, carrying some of the fishing gear. I foll...
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(An American children’s rhyme) Have you ever been a-fishing on a hot summer’s day Sittin’ on the rocks and a-rocking away With your hands in your pockets And your pockets on your pants Watching the little fishies Do a hoochie koochie dance? (An American children’s rhyme – sung to the tune of Turkey In The Straw.) My Grandmother Nolan taught me this song, and, yes, I have been “a-fishing on a hot summer’s day”.
CONDOLENCES My thoughts and prayers go out to the grief-stricken people in Texas who have lost loved ones, property, and livelihood. – Mary Nolan Brown
Do you remember my telling you that I recently realized I was still eating for all the starving children in China? I also realized this did nothing for the children and, as my father would say, made me “pleasingly plump”.
So-o-o, I decided to let the children in China fend for themselves. ...
LIVE AND LEARN
When she was young, our daughter would sit on the wood pile in our backyard and sing to the lizards. This inspired the following poem. P.S. Her name isn’t Annie.
Annie sings to lizards every afternoon.
She sits upon the wood pile and softly sings a tune.
The lizards come out slowly.
They line up – one, two, three.
They cock their heads and move in close.
It’s quite a sight to see.
As she sings, “Show me your blanket...
Dear Friends, My computer died! It was just as well, I am told, because it was a Windows 10 that is being fazed out in a few months. I now have a Windows 11 – which I find to be overwhelming! I’m sure I’ll figure it out. In the meantime, wish me luck! Now – ever onward!
It is June! Are you as excited as I am? What? You don’t know!? June first is the day you are allowed to take off your shoes and go barefoot outside! You can tip-toe across the yard – not through the tulips, but through an obstacle cou...