Sunday, December 31, 2017

I MAY NOT BE A REAL POET...AFTER ALL



I reckon
         I may
                not be
a real poet
       after all

because 

people have said
     "I follow your writings well."
   "I anticipate every word..."
          "When you write, I can 
                 visualize it all
         just like I'm there."

I ask you
       is it sposed to be
              that way?

For you know
     I take a monthly
          poetry booklet
by "great poets"
              of our time---

but as yet
     I haven't read
one poem
          I understood.
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BY MIL
31 DECEMBER 2017

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

"YET IN THY DARK STREETS SHINETH....."







Our Christmas Message to You…..


"YET IN THY DARK STREETS SHINETH...."

Writers and hymnologists who spend much time
 studying hymns, gospel songs, and
Christmas carols will all likely tell you that
"O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM" has some
of the finest and most meaningful lyrics of all the
carols.

Just read it through a few times and absorb 
the message that the words convey. It is both
poetically and theologically perfect.

A writer is quick to spot several of the verses
that would make splendid titles for a piece---

     "O MORNING STARS TOGETHER...
          PROCLAIM THE HOLY BIRTH..."  

     "AND PRAISES  BE TO GOD THE KING..."

    "THE HOPES AND FEARS OF ALL THE
          YEARS ARE MET IN THEE..."

     "WHERE MEEK SOULS  WILL RECEIVE 
          HIM STILL..."

This Christmas hymn was written by Phillip
Brooks (1835-1893). He was a Rector and then 
a Bishop. On spending Christmas of 1866 in 
the little town of Bethlehem, in 1868 he penned 
the words of the song for his Sunday School.

Since that day it has become one of the best
carols and a favorite of many. Our preacher
quoted just this past Sunday from its 
message.

All good wishes to our friends for a joyous and
meaningful Christmas time, ever remembering
God's matchless gift to us. Isaiah 9:6

These lines from "O LITTLE  TOWN ..." might
be a good prayer for each of us---

  "O Holy Child of Bethlehem, descend  to us
         we pray,
    Cast out our sin and enter in...
         He born in us today." Amen.

Mormon Tabernacle Choir:

-------------------
MIL
...for December 25, 2017


MERRY CHRISTMAS

MOVIE THEATERS OF OLD.....AND MEMORIES




              STATE THEATER, CLOVIS, NM
     (This marquee once posted in giant letters:
 "WILSON," "SERGEANT YORK," and  "GONE
  WITH THE WIND")

My granddaughter, K.B. being a professional 
sports photographer travels the South. As she
moves she sees interesting photos and grabs 
them. After studying her grand photo of an old
landmark theater in Birmingham, I was moved
to write down my thoughts about movies of
bygone days.

Fair better or worse we kids of the thirties and
forties (and on through life) went to "the show"
pretty often...what else was there to entertain
us? Our noses were not in handheld gadgets.

And maybe Hollywood was more decent...then.
You know, LASSIE, NATIONAL VELVET,
MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS, FATHER KNOWS
BEST, SINGING IN THE RAIN, THE SOUND
OF MUSIC.

What kids can ever forget Gene Autrey, Roy 
Rogers, Wild Bill Hickok, Tim Holt, Buster
Crabbe, Lash La Rue, Smiley Burnett, & Fuzzy
St. John on Saturday afternoons...and Tarzan
or the Green Hornet?!

Along through the years we never thought to 
question the morals of our Hollywood heroes.
After all, over maybe fifty or so years, we had
heard only one cuss word in a movie...and
we were shocked at that "damn" in GWTW,
a movie most of us didn't see until 1946.

PATRIOT'S DAY well made up for this dirth in
2015 with 143 profanities, along with DALLAS
BUYER'S CLUB, and BIRDMAN---three of the
worst movies ever seen, some thought.

People have differing tastes in their "picture
shows." Sitting here , studying these theaters,
I have come up in memory with several dozen
of my favorites. Yours may be different.

AIRPLANE, THE SHAKIEST GUN IN THE WEST,
SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES, PATTON.

GUNS OF NAVARONE, THE SEARCHERS, TRUE
GRIT, ROOSTER COGBURN, THE LONGEST 
DAY, THEY WERE EXPENDABLE.

RIVER KWAI, WINCHESTER '73, SILVERADO,
TWELVE O'CLOCK HIGH, TREASURE OF THE
SIERRA  MADRE, GWTW, HORSE SOLDIERS.

THE GRAPES OF WRATH, HIGH NOON, RIO
BRAVO, AFRICAN QUEEN, BIG LITTLE MAN,
THE GRADUATE, BEN HUR, RED RIVER.

SEVEN DAYS OF THE CONDOR, A BRIDGE TOO
FAR, MRS. MINIVER, THE WILD BUNCH, THE
SULLIVANS, SANDS OF IWO JIMA. GIANT,
SHANE. HUD, TWO MULES FOR SISTER SARA.

Who can ever forget some of the great lines:
THE SEARCHERS: "I'll thank you to unhand
my fie-anse..." Ken Curtis

RIVER KWAI: "With or without a parachute?"
   ...William Holden

SHANE: "Shane, Shane, come back Shane."
....The boy: Brandon de Wilde

SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES: "You'll have to cook
the chicken pepperoni for the governor..I'm 
having my feet escraped." Esmerelda

SHAKIEST GUN THE WEST; "Let's see---two at
the can, two at the sign, one at the skillet...and 
one in the pants..." Don Knotts

Add your own favorite lines...from memory.

It has been fun thinking back to stories on film
that enriched our lives (I hope) and if someone
decides that we weren't "PC" in those golden
days of our youth...

I hope they don't tear down...THE LYCEUM.
----------
Mil
6 December 17


Saturday, December 2, 2017

ARE PEOPLE DESCENDED FROM PIRANHAS?


ARE PEOPLE DESCENDED FROM PIRANHAS?

When I pause to think back
    many decades, even
to the first grade...

and on up thru high school
    and then on
thru life...

and remember when I was
    once sixty-five
and enrolled in a
    Spanish Four class
with a bunch of retired
   women school teachers...

and yes, look back thru
    the mists of time
at all that has happened
    and ponder.......

and then survey the politics
    of today, and the
so-called "Press..."

the thought occurs to me,
    not out of guile,
or hate, or any "phobia..."

....just this...

Are people descended

   from piranhas?
-------------
By Mil
10/19 /17

Friday, December 1, 2017

ART IS HEADED HOME....TO CLOVIS




"ART IS HEADED HOME..."

Art and Carmen Snipes came over yesterday
for brunch. It had been awhile since we got
togther, what with summer travels and all.

"Over" is a correct term because they live due
south of us, less than two miles.

We made some nice (mild) posole using that 
marvelous broth out of the browned pork
roast, with danishes, magnificent fruit pieces,
and coffee of course! And oh yes: Red Lobster
cheese biscuits, made at home.  Art said: 
"Wow, your house smells good!"

Since Art moved over here in'88 we have got
together maybe over a hundred times.  No 
telling how many places "we have eaten at."
Wanda knew all the good places.

There were two CHS '51 reunions, '06 and '08.
Here in Albuquerque.

That summer of 2012 when Art was alone, he
celebrated the Fourth of July with us, at our
house.

For you see, he and I have been friends since
1939 and the first grade at La Casita. From 1940
tp 1948 we lived a block apart over there at 1100 
Reid and 1020 Thornton.

We and our brothers played in the shade of the
elm trees during WWII as the B24's droned 
around town on those lazy, crazy, hazy summer 
days of boyhood.

As we popped grapes yesterday at our brunch 
and the ladies talked, we remembered old CHS 
'51 and mentioned many friends by name, and 
said: "Do you ever hear from XXX or wonder 
where YYY is now?"

Then we went thru the usual attempt to name 
Clovis streets as they were in the forties, when
the population was 12,000 and not 40,000.

It was game attempt I think, given that names
seem to be the first thing to go, at our ages.

West side of town: Hull, Davis, Edwards, Reid
Thornton, Calhoun, Hinkle. Merriwether, 
Rencher,  Mitchell, and Main.

East side: Pile, Gidding, Axtell, Wallace, Sheldon,
Ross and Prince...and that was about it for us.
There is a whole new  town full of streets out 
north which I never leaned--I was gone--- and it
wouldn't surprise me if Grady is eventually a
suburb, with Cannon growing and all.

Our little brunch was fun... just splendid...
and over two hours passed in nothing flat!

But it was also sad, as life sometimes is,
for it will be our last one for awhile. It was a 
sort of a goodbye going-away event, for Art
is moving back to our dear old hometown,in
early January, along with Carmen...and it will
be a happy experience for her, I'm sure.

He is headed home.

We had a long hug as he left...who knows
if we'll ever meet again ...this side of heaven...
------------
Mil
DECEMBER 1, 2017

See MIL'S PLACE,  "ART'S BIRTHDAY" 

Monday, November 20, 2017

WAITING...IS LIFE ALWAYS...A WINDOW?


"Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe!"

"Alas, alas, and arrgggh..."

They said
     as you age, life will
become easier, ah a 
     mere piece 
of cake...

They didn't say:
     It will be an ever-
waiting game, a window...

Now I feel that I've
     become nothing but 
a vast enabler, helping people
      make a living and 
feather their nests, at their
     convenience
on my time, while I wait

(I know, I do need help often.)

For you see, it seems like
     we're always in some 
window.......just waiting.......
      and translated that means
"We'll try to help you 
       at your house if it works
out okay for us, if we get time..."

To wit:
     Rotor-Unstoppers---9-11 a.m.
          Comcheck....1-3 p.m.
      Carpet-Kleen... 1-5 p.m.
          "We-Plum-Pipes"...10 a.m. to 2 p.m.
       "Debris IS US" pickup...Tuesday's, 8 a.m. 
            AAA...45 minutes (okay)
        Pizza Hut... 45 minutes (okay)
       M.D. visit...40 minutes to 90, the worst

So it wasn't planned this way
     that we sit looking out 
the window, many days
     but that's the way 
it turned out...

but then things could 
    be worse
and after all 

Isn't all of life sort of
     a window
anyway?

********************
MIL
19 NOVEMBER 17

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

EATING TRAIL MIX AND WATCHING CAPTAIN KANGAROO




It was, I reckon, along about
      Christmas-time of 2016
that
     someone gave us a 
medium-size sack of
     trail mix, and 

You know, 
     it has crunchy wheat, rice,
and corn chexes...curly pretzels,
     weird little round black 
crackers...a little nut or two
     of some kind
and I don't know whatall...

And then

BE finished it up with melted
     butter...and garlic and 
a shot of Worcestershire--
     Run-of-the-Mill Trail Mix,
customized

Can you guess what then happened?

Costco had a truck load sale
    about that time...of big bags
of: more trail mix, and someone
     gifted us a very large bag.

So alas...what to do?
     We were already stuffed with a 
season's quota of the stuff,
     and weren't out "burning it
up" on happy trails...

...but one Janaury day my wife tackled 
       the prob head on and 
tossed that huge bag of trail mix 
      into the freezer 

That was ten moths ago. There it
      languished.

Now then I walked into our
     kitchen last week, into
a room of marvelous odors,
    with butter sticks lying there
along with garlic pods, and a tsp
    of cominos lying there...

There were flat pans of mix
     lying all around, with whole
pecans, cashews, and various
     nuts having been sprinkled
on top...

The oven was going and several
     pans baking and the aroma
was...splendid.

My talented wife of sixty-one
    years proudly announced
"I dug out trail mix out of the
      freezer and I'm baking
it for Halloween!"

I suddenly stifled an urge
     to test that mix out
on the West Mesa, and
     almost got my hiking boots
out of the attic...

But for a week now I have been
      ensconced in my leather
Lazy Boy, wearing my hiking knife
     on my belt,..

... just chilling out, watching Andy,
Kangaroo....stuffing on trail mix,
    and reading Faulkner.
****************
BY MIL
20 OCTOBER 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

THE LAST TOMATO




Beginning somewhere back in the long ago
mists of time, it seemed to be popular to 
name movies, books, songs, and so on, with
a "The Last..."

There was even a popular cowboy song dating
to the thirties or forties called "The Last 
Roundup."

One of the first movies with such a title was
"The Last Picture Show," and the beloved 
cowboy wrangler/ actor Ben Johnson won 
an Academy award for that one.

Others were "The Last of The Mohicans," "The
Last Tango in Paris," and "The Last Emperor."

"The Last" terminology seems to be alive and
well even in recent days, as we've had "The 
Last Man On Earth," "The Last Samurai," "The
Last Western Hero," and: "The Last Boy Scout."

And now, sadly..."THE LAST TOMATO" from me...
----------------
Everything on this earth
     seems to end
Tomato growing season is
     no exception
and this year it came 
     early

Last year we had dozens
      and dozens 
of beautiful shiny red ripe
      juicy tomatoes
and a photo of them 
     for the ages

This year, our twelfth year
     of planting in Earth Boxes,
began on May 25. a happy,
     cool spring day
as we planted ten plants
     in five boxes, with
one being a "cherry..."

It was especially hot during
     both June and July
and a "funny thing happened
     to our tomatoes on the way
to the kitchen table..."

They somehow caught a virus 
     and were brown and wilted
by mid-September...

Thus we got plenty of tiny cherry
      tomatoes 
but really a total of only about
      fifteen "big" ones...
the Early Girls, the Better Boys,
      and the Beefsteaks
all failed...
      They weren't early, better, 
or beefy...they withered
     on the vine...

My wife said yesterday, "I've been
      watching this last one ripen
and saving it for you.
      Do you want to slice it
to go with your bacon and eggs
      and then we'll be done?"

"Why not," I replied.
----------------


Last year!!

































\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

BY MIL
17 OCTOBER 2017
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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

THE ANGELS ON THE BERRY COMMITTEE



....a thousand eons ago.... maybe.....



The Angels on the Berry Committee
      up in Heaven, helping the Creator
plan a nice "CREATION" for Man
had been meeting..."it seemed like
      forever," and they figured they had 
already thought up and 
      designed a few thousand,
or more berries...counting varieties in
     families....

When one day, an older thoughtful,
      "old-timey" angel named 
Petronius, who usually was laconic
     in debating berries
stood up and said:

"I have a proposal for a totally NEW
      BERRY...and it'll be called
a 'CHERRY.' It'll be dark red, bigger
    than a grape, and sweet.
It'll need a TREE to be grown from a 
    little tiny seed!"

"O great committee, keep in mind
       if we don't do this, there'll
be no:
              Cherry jelly
              Cherry Danishes
              Cherry tarts
              Mom's fried pies
              Cherry-nut ice cream
and      Cherries-sitting- atop- whipped-
                   cream on a thousand desserts."

Petronius further recommended a special
     cake to be called an "Angel Food Cake"
topped by a cherry icing.

He then produced a tiny seed and and said:
      "Like most of the other growing things,
this CHERRY TREE will grow from a tiny seed,
       and will eventually bear fruit."

So another miracle was added to the coming 
      Creation---
 along with ten million others...

Just a little-bitty seed...
*************
MIL
27 JULY 17

Friday, September 29, 2017

THE FORTIES: "IT WAS A DIFFERENT TIME"


THE FORTIES: “IT WAS A DIFFERENT TIME…”
--------------------------------------------------


“So many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets.” …..Gibran


A good photo of old Main Street taken in 1945. The historic Red Bricks
are plainly visible as a “Red-and-White Bus” is shown turning right or
east onto E. Grand. A bus ride in those days cost a kid a nickel.

Several things are obvious to any old citizen of Clovis…perusing the
picture: the water tower is plainly visible, the face-in parking was still
in vogue, and it is a morning pic---the awnings are down, protecting
the merchandise in the show windows.

An interesting thing is that there are relatively few cars actually driving
on Main itself.

On studying this scene, and seeing Clovis National Bank, Jack Holt the
Clothier,Fox Drug, (and I think I see Duckworth Drug), my thoughts raced
back in time to the way things were once, when maybe one could say:
“Things were simpler and certainly cheaper.”

-------You could buy a Snickers candy bar for five cents at Tom Phelps’
Red-and-White Store out on West Grand. They coast 75 cents now.

------You could go to a Saturday afternoon double feature at the Lyceum,
with a “Perils of Nyoka" serial and a “Looney Tunes” for a dime. Popcorn
was a dime and they didn’t sell sodas.

-------You could get a hot dog at Coney Island for 20 cents or a ham salad
san at Woolworth's for the same price.

------Soda popes of all flavors, including NEHI grapes, BARQ’S big oranges,
Root Beers, Squirts, twelve ounce Pepsis, and  cokes in little weird green
bottles could be bought for a nickel.

------Five and Ten Cent Stores such as Woolworth’s or Sprouse-Reitz were
found in nearly every town.

------Donuts were five cents at just about any bakery. A yellow Dixon-
Ticonderoga pencil with eraser for school kids was five cents at Clovis
Printing Co.

-----At Barry Hardware where the boys checked them every Saturday,
you could get a good Case pocket knife, with yellow scales for $4.95.

------Haircuts at Jim’s, Jenk’s, or Cotton’s were fifty cents until after
WWII.

------There was a Green Stamp Store at Sixth and Main, run by Mrs.
Pike.

-----OK Rubber Welders on West Grand fixed flats for a time at FIFTY
cents and sold recaps for $5.95.

------Magic Steam Laundry, also on West Grand, turned out a fine
starched, white dress shirt —- folded and banded for fifteen cents.

------Harley Sadler Shows came to town once a year and set up its
big tent on the vacant lot behind the Country Store. At other
times a traveling skating rink rented the same vacant lot.

-----THE OUTLAW, with Jane Russell, came to the Sunshine Theater in
1948 and was billed as an “adults only” movie. The high school boys
tried to figure out some way to get in.

------GONE WITH THE WIND finally opened at the State Theater in
1946 and we heard our first cuss word in a movie…ever. This was 
to pale into insignificance as one recent nomination for “best
picture” had 143 f-words and other profanities.

-------Ah, there WERE minimum wages, not ordered by the government
but set by the employers, being it is a free country. My pay at Jack
Holt’s (a fine gentleman and employer) was 75 cents an hour. (My former
yard man recently charged me $90 for an hour and a half of routine work.)

------In those times people didn’t “eat out” much. Until the Boys’
Debating Club banquet held at El Monterrey in the spring of 1948,
I had never eaten any store-boughten Mexican food. We had
enchiladas that night. We bought our chili con carne from Duran
at Bristow’s Food Market on W. 7th. It came in big orange frozen
greasy blocks.

…….During  WWII, a movie came to the Lyceum…one which I’ve
never forgotten. It was THE SULLIVANS. Another came during 
that time with much interest to us kids:  THIRTY SECONDS OVER
TOKYO, with Spencer Tracy. (I met the Doolittle Raiders in person
At KAFB spring of 1986…when their reunion was held in ALBQ.)

-----Did you know that Eddie Arnold gave a “concert” at the old
Clovis Wildcat Stadium in the spring of 1948. I got a job selling cokes
and hot dogs out there.

-----During WWII times, when the paper boy delivered the Clovis News
Journal to Art’s house on Thornton, we boys would spread it
on the grass and read the latest on Joe Palooka and Jerry Leemy
behind the lines in France, fighting the Nazis.

------Along about 1945 toward the end of the war, a captured Japanese
Zero fighter was placed on a vacant space on the corner, just across
From the State Theater. It cost twenty five cents to climb a ladder
and peek in at the controls. I was amazed at how small and tight the
little cockpit was…and how big overall the plane seemed.

-----The New Year’s of 49-50 was kind of a scary one…the forties with
all the war effort and bad news, nonetheless was a time of growing up
for us…from second grade to high school…and there we were facing 
a new-half-of-the-century.  Mardis, Sieren, and I were hanging out
in front of the State Theater and Maxine Brake (Levi’s sister) and June
Matthews came walking up and we decided we’d just take in the New
Year midnight movie.

It was TWO WEEKS WITH LOVE, with Jane Powell. In it the teen-age
Debbie Reynolds sang with Carleton Carpenter “Aba Daba 
Honeymoon.”

When we left the movie, we were in 1950 and we wondered what the
next half century would bring.  Little did we realize that we would all
eventually leave our beloved hometown, with its Red Bricks of Main
Street… the only world we knew---and tho’ it would always be OUR HOME…
it would be only in memory.

MIL

23 SEPTEMBER 2017