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:

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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.
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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?
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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...
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Mil
DECEMBER 1, 2017

See MIL'S PLACE,  "ART'S BIRTHDAY"