RULE ONE...."Never fall in love with your own writing..."
B.E. and I have til Saturday, March 31, 2018
to get "700 Posts" on MIL'S Place. Seven years...
I don't call them "blogs." My ears
and senses and mind, are all tuned
to the beauties, sights, miracles,
melodies, and poetry of life---(after all, I
am a singer) and these tell me that "blog"
is an ugly, unfortunate word---that
should be dumped.
I have been putting off doing this 700th
post, trying to decide if it should be
some big production or just a modest
little piece, with a lot of appreciation
for a couple dozen lifetime friends
who have written for MIL'S and have
been boosters all along the way.
Many of these dear people date back
sixty or seventy years to old Clovis
and also days at HSU.
When we started MIL'S I was seventy-
seven and B.E. was quite a bit younger.
She will always be young, with her soul,
and loveliness. Without her, there would
have been no MIL'S.
A funny thing has happened on the way
to 700. My mind seems sharper yet, but
I do get tired sometimes.
And I worry about some six hundred or
so poems, stories, and jottings that were
deemed charitably "not ready" to see
the light of day...and thus may never
exist.
After several long discussions and tossing
ideas back and forth---and there being
a number of important factors to think
about on this SPECIAL OCCASION---
(at least to us, anyway), we have tho't
to go informal, chit-chat, and sort of
"wing it" with our approach.
After all, we don't forget the two dozen
or so friends who contributed writings,
and the "closer-knit-bunch " that
were constantly encouraging Mil and
reading and offering kind words...
All their writings were so enjoyed and
appreciated...more happy memories of
those long-ago days in Clovis in the
30's and 40's---from a century now
gone...into the mists of time.
So, in posts 701 to 706 or so,
B.E. and I will be having a fun time,
re-reading the friends---the writers
who grew up with Mil, in those days...
I tho't in this piece to list Twenty-Five
of my own favorite stories and
poems that were penned over the
past seven years. I came out with
ninety-two, with more to come.
Folks don't sit and read ninety-two
story titles...so they will be dribbled
out a few at a time, over 701-706.
These grabbed me. Maybe stories
and poems DO age, and mellow,
and develop more character and
taste...and improve, as they say of
fine wines..
(1) THE DAY I KISSED LUCY JANE
(2) THERE'S GRAPE JELLY ON MY
"SURE FIRE"
(3) THE WIND SYMPHONY IN THE
ATTIC
(4) MAGIC STEAM LAUNDRY # 1.
(5) THE OLD GRUBBIN' HOE
(6) MY OLD SHOE STOOL IS HOME
(7) OUR NATIONAL DITTY:
"THE STAR MANGLED BANNER"
(8) THE BEST DUCK HUNT EVER
(9) EMPTY SADDLES IN THE OLD
CORRAL
(10) OUR SUPPER CHICKENED OUT
(11) A FORTIES CHRISTMAS AT POP'S
PLACE
(12) ME AND LEVI STOLE TWO
OF DAD'S CIGARS
Ah yes, stories of another century when
Americans acted like Americans...and I
have violated RULE ONE again--- I must
re-read these, above.
So stay tuned, there are lot more to come--
stories from Stebbins and Snipes,
Wylie and Vernoy, Richard and Albin...
....and lots of Happy Memories...
always remember: if you had no history,
or memory, you wouldn't be a you.
Above all: Praise be to God!
Seven hundred!
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MIL AND B.E.
29 MARCH 2018
MIL'S PLACE....3/31/11 to....
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