Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thanks for thinking of me. Enjoyed immensely! Enclosed is a shot of me before I went full beard as now. These guys sport some SERIOUS beards! Alas, I am not fit to kiss the snippings on their hems.
----- Original Message -----
From: ROBERT A HEESCHEN
To: David Dix sr.
Sent: Thursday, May 28, 2009 10:31 AM
Subject: In Pursuit of the Hirsute
Thought of you when I saw this. Enjoy!
Bob> > In Pursuit of the Hirsute...a different competition.....>
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[JULIET appears above at a window]
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
The clothesline waned ever more threadbare, yet still supporting full loads of heavy, wet clothes, year by year, regularly aggrieved by pinching clothespins, week by week, and weaker by weaker. When wilst yon bird-beaked clothesline break? Fastidians would have replaced the 'unsightly' length of ragged rope much sooner.
It finally happened.
With a full load of sheets flapping as sails in the wind, the veteran clothesline gave up its evermore tenuous grip; a dull snap, or as a loosely-strung lute string, it was broken at last.
Yesterday the surrender to fate brought all down. Oh Woe! Consigned to the trash container is it; but stay! What of the mortal coil?
Immortalized by this organ, it will live in memory on the ether of the interenet, forevermore.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The home-made charcoal was ignited using the notched stove pipe method. A gust of non-chemical smoke roared through the signal column like a skyrocket. When the furious frenzy subsided, the stove pipe was removed with a pliers, laid aside in its glowing red state, and the charcoal fire, confined to the small-radius base - seen at the center of the grill under the brats - was covered by the lid, and the roasting was done slowly, over a period of 30 minutes.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The lovely lady on the handle is graceful in her classic pose, more suited to a pedestal than a mere transporter of beer to one's maw. I've always handled this stein with respect. It is sturdy. It bears no blemishes, chips or discolorment. In those days of revelry surrounding the surrender of Hitler and the recovery of freedom, it is understandable that the drinking song, one of them the men in the 90th lustily sang was:
"Come landlord, fill the flowing bowl/ til the cup runs over, come landlord fill the flowing bowl/ til the cup runs over/ for tonight we'll merry merry be/ for tonight we'll merry merry be/ for tonight we'll merry merry b-e-e-e-e!
Tomorrow, we'll be sober."
The campaigns Dad's 90th Infantry Division fought in are noted on the back of the stein.
Dad survived all this action, including the invasion on D-Day. He was decorated for battlefield achievements and was given the Purple Heart. He returned safely to the US along with his three brothers who were in various branches of the service, allowing our grandmother and grandfather in Cedar Falls Iowa to finally remove the service banner hanging in their middle front window, bearing four proud stars: standing for their four sons away in service.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
a harsh noise
maybe come down from Rest Haven hill,
one of a murder of crows
that descend on gliding wings
and sit on the telephone poles
thence to survey the terrain
near the sewer grate
here in the raccoon district.
A nesting blue jay must have had its nest attacked
one day last week.
A crow flew in circles beside a tree outside the window
avoiding an angry jay, chasing it away.
There must have been eggs in a nest
and the blue jay stood guard in a tree branch
surveying its terrain
for a long time.
( Wooden raven carved long ago by SRN editor, photographed after hearing the crow today, to smile at you from your computer screen as a friendly backgrounder. Has map-tack eyes, painted copper beak and legs; usually sits atop a kitchen chair, but broke off.)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
On an island in the Ohio River
where flood waters sometimes inundate the town
the houses are all built up high above ground level
with lots of steps leading up to risen front porches
and the senior citizens, some of them,
ride merry-go-round horses
when the waters gain too much purchase,
and pretend they're galloping across the waves
(Photo on Wheeling Ialand taken for the SRN by Laurie Leonard of the Wheeling Symphony Society,
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Of course the shower curtain may eventually require a fresh replacement, but so far, after 22 years, the old NY Times replica in plastic will do, and does.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
How many times must one say no
To a cat begging to go out
My reckoning of how many
Times I’ve leaned down to advise her
My disposition; for heaven’s sake
Do you want to hear those mighty descending wings
From the nocturnal sky? She glowers,
Having no imagination, I guess
And continues her pitiful begging to go out
And take her chances during the darkened hours
An owl will, believe me, WILL swoop down
And pick you, you tasty morsel, as if
You were nothing heftier than one of our flowers
Growing outside the door, in whose midst you slink and creep.
These owls are big with talons sinking deep,
They’ll carry you to a treetop; disembowelers
These owls are; your nemeses;
You don’t want to find yourself with great ease flying upward
By surprise, my pussy, to be sliced, diced, and devoured!
Like talking to a catter -wall;
At night a different creature;
She persists! “ Mee-ow, Mee-OW, MEE-OW!” Hers
To learn the hard beak way, but not on this watch!
Her bones and parts shant be reduced to pellets, trophies
Dropped under the Tamarack’s peacable bowers!
No is NO, my furry friend, reckon thyself lucky;
Yea, and compose and confine thyself;
Not to be an owl’s, your howls and bowels are ours!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Supervised schoolchildren were seen hanging construction paper and crayoned Mayflower baskets on the many doorsteps and doorknobs of their neighborhood on the first of May. A call to the school office determined that these giggling children were first, second and third-graders who made the rounds distributing cheer and spring blessings to all, as the schoolchildren done traditionally, for many years. This spring rite is observed by other grade schools in the town as well.
The raccoon news wishes to profoundly thank these boys and girls! This kind of silent and almost surreptitious deed should not go unrecognized, and it shall not at this particular corner of the raccoon district.
As we understand, the celebration of May Day is centuries-old. It is international and conforms to the beginning of summer around the northern hemisphere. Known as Beltane, Walpurgisnacht, Roodmas and other regional and cultural names, 'May Day' predates Christianity and has pagan rootage. Above all, it is a time of joy, and as is not often enough the case, we rightly let the little children lead us.
The Waukesha Raccoon District, which includes the Hadfield school district - our own alma mater - thanks the boys and girls!