Saturday, July 26, 2014

En-chanted in Germany; Postcard bookmarks; Equisetum; A vision; Lunches

From a German friend


A journey inside

From Myrtle Dix
also Raccoon-worthy

Great trombonist Leslie V. Dix
in the style of Jack Teagarden
as a youth, old post card
converted into bookmark
and much in use.

Note ice cream chair prop.

Ah, the days of simple addresses
Ida Grove was a small town then...
near Holstein; Cherokee IA

(Bookmark(s) thanks to Christmas gift from LVD's grandson Lee Dix
who presented us with a nifty desktop laminator)

LVD of the postcard
summited as an aide to Pres. LBJ

Bookmarks, additional


Snake grass
or horsetail
or scouring rush

or Equisetum

A small bouquet of Snake Grass stands on the window sill here.
We bought it last Saturday from Cindy Lou from her stand
at the Farmers Market.

To some, Equisetum is a pesky weed.
To us, something of prehistoric beauty.
After the dinosaur age
Native Americans and pioneers used the
wands in a cluster as scouring tools.


I had a vision
of that litle boy pictured here 
with his lovely sister Erin and lovely Mother Denise -
a vision of him walking up South Street
on his way back to Houston after a
too short visit with us at the Odd Fellows.

The vision wasn't of this found LIFE IS A MERRY-GO-ROUND picture
in my archives taken at the Walworth Co. fair in August 1989...
I was looking for this one below:

Lee walked with his luggage
as his mother did Wednesday
walking with her pull-valise
at 3:45 AM to catch the appointed limo van 
to Mitchell Field.

They'd missed our address by a block
and were coming back as Dee was right
where Lee was in this photo, striding
to meet it.

I stood in the street waving my walking bludgeon
to catch the pausing van driver's attention.

This walking bludgeon is related to the
shortening sword previously pictured
made from eroded tree trunks from
Lake Michigan gathered at the Schlitz center.

Dee's dad, Poppy, is in a steep descent
on the way out of this world
in Pleasant Valley MD
the territory Dee hails from.

We've covered him in the Raccoon:

This one is for Poppy:


And this one for me: .......

"Every Breath You Take"

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you


We're staying out of trouble
while Dee's gone:

On Thursday we had lunch with Wis Guthrie
at the Avalon Cafe.

A friend since the 1960s. We have superb pea soup as ist course.

Wis lives at the Avalon Square which ironically when it was a hotel
by that name, was where Dee's Maryland parents honeymooned.
Of all places, in Waukesha WI!

That's because at the time Poppy worked hanging billboards in the northeast
for the Lee Larson Advertising Co. headquartered here.


On Friday, 7-25, I met another old friend, Raccoon notable John Helt of Colgate
at the Holy Hill Cafe, nestled charmingly within the Carmelite
discalced friars shrine near Erin WI.

For dessert we split a piece of rhubarb and berries pie.

After we part I go into the HH gift shop like many pilgrims do.

I replenish my glow-in-the dark 'God's Rules' supply.