Monday, June 25, 2018

Happy Mail


Nan sent me a postcard from her home town in Northern Ireland. Castlederg . The postcard has a picture of a ruined castle, bridge over the River Derg, and a picture of the village.

Nan's oldest girl was married on 9. June. From Nan's postcard: The wedding was fantastic and the weather perfect! It was held outdoors. The sun was shining - right out of a fairy tale. Enjoying a week of relaxation after all the festivities.. Then heading home.


I'll be looking forward to hearing all about the wedding when Nan gets home. Maybe I can persuade her to blog all about it.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

How Does Your Garden Grow?


The male cardinal stopped by on Father's Day. Happy Father's Day, Dad!


The morning glories need a little help to climb.


The mystery plant produced a small, yellow flower? Any idea what kind of plant this is?


Wild thunderstorms moved through the area.


The color of the sky had a yellowish light. Sadly, the iPhone camera didn't capture it



One of the bunnies sitting in clover.


From the studio window, a squirrel sitting on the post of the Leaf Lady's rickety fence.


Hmm, one of the morning glories isn't doing well.


Somebody has been very busy,


Tiny tomatoes and 


tiny peppers.


Rain amount for the week. I thought we had more rain.




Saturday, June 23, 2018

Saturday Afternoon at the Movies

This idea came from a Facebook meme:

Over 10 days, post your 10 all time favorite films. What movie has really made an impact on you or what films can you watch over and over and never tire of? Post either the movie poster, DVD cover or even a screenshot on your timeline. No need to explain.

Only I had a hard time picking out just 10 movies so my favorites over the next few hundred Saturdays 😸 in alphabetical order:


Alvarez Kelly, (1966), Richard 😻 Widmark, William Holden

If you haven't seen this movie you can pay to watch at YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmCMFpn3FJA

Friday, June 22, 2018

The Friday Five Good Things

Five good things that happened this week.

1. While Himself took a Father's Day nap, I watched Leslie Howard and Norma Shearer in Romeo and Juliet (1936)

2. For Father's Day dinner, Himself wanted Chinese food. We did takeout from Star Dumpling. No cooking for me!

3.  Monday was wicked hot and humid, and I did a happy dance.

4.  Happy mail day.

5. Picked up lunch at Panera and went to visit Baby G, her mom, and grandma.

How was your week?

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Throwback Thursday - The Notebooks

Photo by Anthony from Pexels
To clear up some confusion, the Notebook passages posted on Throwback Thursday were written by my father and found by me after he passed away. They were his attempt to tell the family history. He was in his late 80s or early 90s when he wrote them. Today's chapter:

In addition I asked the girl next door at the first home they had out to dinner and the movies. I told Doris and she thought it was wonderful. And gave me pointers. She thought that Betty was a wonderful girl. And she was. Blonde Scottish ethnicity. Before I asked her I played catch with her brother. Spoke to her. She had an older sister and both worked for New England Telephone and Telegraph.

Doris suggested that I buy a small corsage. Nothing expensive and to make sure that I held the doors open for her [ed: Betty] and not to let the waiter seat her. That I should do this. Her parents had no objections. The Arnolds had said I was ok and that was it. Charlie explained his hopes for me in learning to become a social worker and the time it would take. Their curiosity arose from the experience of their elder daughter. She was in her twenties and had a steady fellow with the right intentions and I never found out or asked but either he dumped the girl or she dumped him. Anyway Betty was at that stage where girls married young.

Our first date went very well. We walked from downtown as we left our homes. I took her to the door and then went next door to my pad. Doris was up. Charlie was an early to bed guy. She would stay up in the late hours. Except when promises were made. So I suspected. In the nights she was up she would have coffee and pie or ice cream.

On the nights she went to bed early there would be a note on the kitchen chair that there would be ice cream, or pie, or some goodies. Whatever they had they always had some for me.

Also as soon as I could I bought myself some clothes. To look more presentable and when I went to East Boston I took my laundry with me.

I must have amazed Doris. We got to be good friends. When I first met her she was very cool to me. At the time she though me a hellion and when her children were getting their history from her. They also asked about me. And she answered, "He was a hellion.!!" This is registered on one of the tapes they gave me. Its' in my cabinet down my section of downstairs I call my music room that your mother calls the cellar. It has a picture of a young Doris. Beautiful.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

T Stands for Another Cemetery Hop - Part 1

Works schedules made it difficult for my friend, Teague, and I to get together. A month ago we found a date which worked for both of us. Weather predictions were humid with a 50% chance of showers/thunderstorms.

When I got to her house, we decided what we should do for the day.

"What do you want to do, Marty?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do, Marty?"

Teague told me she had been in the town of Dover at the Highland St. Cemetery to look for some ancestors on her mother's side. She said she thought I would really like to see this cemetery.

She had me at cemetery so off we went.

Teague want to stop at the cemetery office to see if she could find the plot where her family was located. In her genealogy search, she had found section numbers, but when she first visited the cemetery, there were no section markings and since it was a Sunday, no one around to ask for a map.

GPS sent us down a dead end road and announced we had arrived at our destination. Teague said the office was in a garage across from the cemetery. Across the way, we could see what looked like a garage building, but like a lot of things in New England, "Ya can't get theyah from heah."

Teague found the way out, and we were across from the cemetery so she drove in and parked.

The front end of the cemetery was the oldest part. The cemetery wasn't large. So we split up and walked along the front half of the cemetery looking for the grave of her relatives.


I was charmed by the pansy carved on this stone for a beloved sister.


Teague searched her half.


I liked the Old English/Gothic lettering on this stone along with the shell motifs.


Many of the graves in this area were from the Revolutionary War  (1775 -1783), War of 1812 (1812-14), and Civil War (1861-1865)


This family plot was surrounded by a beautiful fence. Wrought iron?


Weeping willow detail 


Urn gate post.


Slate stone from 1778 with a typical Angel of Death motif 



This Death Head between the two columns reminded me of the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz.


Around Memorial Day, flags are placed at the graves of Veterans. This man was a veteran of the Revolutionary War. Rusty, the supervisor of this cemetery, also plants geraniums at the veterans graves.


Another death head.


Lamb marking the grave of a child


This grave marks a veteran who served in the French and Indian War (1756 -1763)



This young man passed away in 1891. His age is listed in years, months, and days which was common for these early stones.


A handsome Old English B. The slate gravestones of the earlier graves didn't weather as well as this granite stone.


The Doctor? Doctor, who? (His soon her name is not Doctor Who. That's a running gag. Doctor, who? His/her name is The Doctor. And the grave is on Tranzelore)


A beautiful monument to a beloved daughter. A hand clutches a beautiful rose.

We had wandered halfway through the cemetery and Teague couldn't find the graves she was looking for. Fortunately, Rusty, the supervisor, was taking care of the grounds. He offered his services and went to the garage to find the area on a map, and then to the office two times (because Teague had misread lot numbers) to find the grave records.
This cemetery is very well maintained, and we told him how nice the grounds looked. He said he usually does more planting, but the late snows in March and cold April prevented him from getting flowers in.

After wandering through the new part of the cemetery (you'll see that over the next two weeks as I took a lot of photographs), we stopped at Murphy's Eats and Treats in Ashland.




My refreshing Raspberry Lime Rickey. Teague had a root beer


I had a freshly made, bacon cheeseburger with crinkle fries. Teague knows the drill (Don't eat!) and waited for me to take a picture.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.