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World Views

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When people give me a film recommendation, I take this with a ‘grain of

salt.’ There are so many different interests, particular patterns to people’s

choices in what they choose to watch. This is true of television, movies,

theater, music and cultural events. There are some universal choices that

almost everyone enjoys once in awhile. International movies, where the

cinematography and images are breath-taking and fantastic, are ones that

I am thrilled to receive from someone I admire and pass on to others, too.

My friend, Beth, who writes about all kinds of international subjects,

along with her home town of Ann Arbor, Michigan and her little ones

that she teaches, included “Vivan Las Antiopodes” as one of her posts.

Here is her blog:

http://ididnthavemyglasseson.com

We have some kindred sisterhood, which I admit I have been close to

several other bloggers along the way, with similar tastes and interests.

Beth has a reason for her interest in Australia and grandchildren, yet

even I am sometimes surprised at such details as liking the same kind

of ice cream that we have connections beyond what I generally find in

my community and home town.

So, to get this movie, I had to mention my interest to the librarian,

who got online to seek whether it was located in our own library or

a part of our district library in Delaware County. Nope! It was from

Greene County, Ohio, the town of Xenia, where this film was sent for.

I watched it and took notes. I then re-watched it while eating dinner

the next night. It is awesome, beyond description in its simple theme

of how across the world, we are all similar. It is complex, in its terrains

and cultural differences. These four cities, chosen because they are

exactly diametrically opposed on the globe, are called, “antipodes.”

If you watch this, the picture gradually slants from the one place to

glide effortlessly, circuitously into the other one. It is hard to explain

but it shows the world on its axis, so to speak, literally turning from

the one location to the next. The dizzying effect is exhilarating!

 

Then it is philosophical, here in my own words, I try to explain the

effect this film had upon me:

 

“We are all mankind.

Look at us, trying to eke out existence where there are few resources.

This is for the desert and sparse land where hardly any green exists.

Where there are miles between homes, across divergent tundras of land.

Trying to make our way among a crowded city, winding between others,

taking care not to enter the personal spaces, but sometimes colliding.”

 

I felt the movie has themes that are universal, no need to try to interpret

or have the languages translated. Why worry about the subtexts? Just

watch this movie for all the reasons Beth mentioned, along with this

short summary of textures I tried to capture in words. There are so many

dimensions, you will see this if you check out Beth’s post on this, too.

 

Swans

Birds

Giraffes

Farmers

Workers

Shearers

Sheep

 

Joy

Dances

Ukulele

Expressions

Discordant tones

Musical instruments

Melodic chants

Staccato “coos”

Dissonant

Calm

 

Round

and

Round

 

Sparse

Simple

Solidarity

Separate

Solitude

 

Fluid

Flows

Frost

Foliage

Fields

 

Round

and

Round

 

Carts

Riders

Walkers

Bicyclists

Complicated

Intertwining

Rickshaw

Vehicles

Trucks

Cars

 

Stark

Rocky

Barren

Beauty

Splendor

Horizons

Grassy

Beach

Lush

 

Men

Women

Diversity

Young

Old

 

 

 

 

Lift Your Spirits

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Most of us still consider Sunday to be a day of rest. Some follow the

tradition of going to church, others show their faith or belief in their

own ways. To me, it is just as special to go to a place where nature is,

maybe for you, playing a round of golf or gardening. . .

 

Messages and Snippets from Church Bulletins

BIRTHS

The definition of a baby:

Small member of the animal kingdom

Makes family love stronger.

Days shorter,

Nights longer,

Bank accounts smaller,

Homes happier,

Past forgotten,

Future worth living.

Sword Scrapbook, 1969.

 

Hot and Heavy

“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.”

~Russell Baker~

 

Wisdom

“If you want to be happy. Be.”

~Leo Tolstoy~

 

5 Simple Gifts:

Love makes our friends and family dearer.

Joy makes our hearts lighter.

Faith makes our paths clearer.

Hope makes our lives brighter.

Peace brings us all much nearer.

~Anonymous~

 

Back to Country School Note:

Dear Teacher,

Please find attached to this note,

one 5 year old boy,

much cleaner and quieter than usual

and with new haircut and overalls.

With him go the prayers of his parents.

He’s good at creating airplanes and chaos,

very adept at tying knots

and attracting stray dogs.

He especially likes peanut butter,

horses, T.V. westerns,

empty boxes, and his shirttail out.

He is allergic to baths, bedtime,

taking out trash and coming the

first time he’s called.

He needs to be taught (and kept in line),

loved and be told to be “good” or “listen” often.

He needs reminders to blow his nose and

come home straight from school.

After having him in your class

and on your nerves,

you may not be the same,

but I believe you’ll be glad to know him

because while he strews books, toys

and clothes;

he has a special way of scattering happiness!

Written, I’m afraid with some prejudice,

His mother,

Mildred B. Duncan

(“Guideposts” magazine before 1969.)

 

Last quote from a book, “Sit!”

“Time to Play

He knows how to have fun wherever he is. Good natured, whatever the weather,

eager to explore everything that catches his eye (even though it was thoroughly

sniffed just yesterday!)

He is frolicsome without fail, a dog is an A-1 expert when it comes to knowing

how to play!

Once we take on the responsibilities of adulthood, we tend to leave our days of

Play behind us.

Isn’t play just for kids?”

Play is a gift for our lives to fill with joy and laughter.

It’s what our body needs to release tension and stress.

It’s what our spirit craves for renewal.

Petting any animal, watching their enthusiasm, over small things, tails wagging,

throats purring or horse’s head nuzzling your shoulder, all fill us with carefree

emotions.

Today, take time out to do something that has no purpose than to make you laugh!

You don’t have to be under 12, or a member of a canine family, to enjoy the blessings

of Play!

 

 

Solemn Poem

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This Emily Dickinson poem is quite solemn and sad.

It offers little solace to those who read it.

I feel bad, imagining her writing this.

She only lived 56 years.

 

I am not sure why,

since it is Summer,

I am posting this.

 

I think it is because of a few of my friends,

fellow bloggers, are going through more

turmoil than I would wish for them

to have to go through.

 

There has been another enormous tragedy, the Malaysian airplane

which held possibly 300 people in it. The images of its crashing

down in the Ukraine, imprinted on my thoughts today.

There are some assumptions of its being shot down

or a bomb having been set off, within it.

Most of the television newscasters

are leaning towards the former,

rather than the latter

conclusion.

 

“A Certain Slant of Light”

~ Emily Dickinson ~

(1830 – 1886)

 

“There’s a certain Slant of light,

Winter afternoons

That oppresses like the Heft

Of Cathedral tunes.

 

Heavenly Hurt, it give us

We can find no scar,

But internal difference

Where the meanings, are.

 

None may teach it- Any-

‘Tis the seal Despair

An Imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air.

 

When it comes, the Landscape listens

Shadows hold their breath

When it goes, ’tis like the Distance

On the look of Death.”

 

Reprinted on the internet with permission from

Amhearst College, from the book,

“The Poems of Emily Dickinson,”

originally published posthumously, in 1951.

Raising the Bar

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Happy 40th Anniversary to you, Dear Bar Code! Can you believe there is even

a day of celebration for this invention? I am laughing at this!  I just saw this on

a poster at Advance Auto, where I was clocking out from work.

I used my picture badge, with my bar code, to ‘wave’ in front of the time clock.

I was trying to fathom how bar codes have made our everyday  lives ‘easier.’

I can think of how it has made my shopping experiences ‘easier.’

Besides, bar codes do help me at work, due to making accuracy much easier to

check.

Grocery bar codes, first known as GSI linear coding, were initiated in 1973

in Troy, Ohio. A year later, the UPC codes became literally a universal way

of coding products.

On June 26, 1974, the first bar codes were ‘stuck’ on Wrigley’s gum packages!

If you are the type who wishes to toast an anniversary, you may wish to try

something with Crème de menthe, since their first brand of gum was mint!

I am one who would rather have mint chocolate chip ice cream or if it were

available 12 months a year: Peppermint Stick ice cream! It has a creamy,

more vanilla-mint flavor than the strong peppermint flavor of those iconic

light green Wrigley’s packages of gum.

Or you may indulge in a cupcake with green food dye and mint flavored

frosting. A chocolate one would be my good friend, Jenny’s flavor to choose.

Mine would be to make a vanilla cake with cream cheese frosting with just a

smidge of peppermint flavoring added. Yummy!

Last, but not least, while in Cleveland this weekend, my grandchildren asked

to have McDonald’s milk shakes. Micah loves chocolate, my daughter got one

of those also. My oldest grandson, Skyler, asked for a strawberry one. While

we were ordering, we weren’t sure why they are again offering their green

minty “Shamrock” milkshakes?

We wondered what got this back on the menu, long past St. Patrick’s Day?

Do you know why McDonald’s around Cleveland, (I have not checked out

locally, so don’t want to generalize this phenomenon!) are offering these at

this time of year?

Are there some Irish festivals in the summertime inspiring the company?

Do people complain loudly, after St. Patrick’s Day, about their short term

offering of this delightful shake?

Have I gone far enough ‘left field’ that I may venture back on the path to

finding reasons to celebrate UPC bar codes?

I came up with a short list, no references need. No website that I went off

and looked this up on…

Robin’s Short List of “Why Bar Codes Have Improved Our Lives:”

1.  Self service lines in “box stores” and grocery markets alleviate long lines.

Thanks for those UPC bar code digits, we are able to scan our own products

and “go on our merry way!”

2.  Scanning codes sometimes may ‘catch’ sale items much better than using

‘human-applied sales labels.’ This is a pet peeve of mine, when I find something

that is ‘supposedly on sale’ and the clerk ringing it in, sometimes doesn’t seem

to catch the sale. But, with the ability of scanning bar codes, there have been

less ‘errors’ at some of the places that used to just stick a colored dot on products.

3. When products that are on sale ‘run out,’ I like to ask for “Rain Checks.” This

UPC bar code helps make the rain check ‘more valid’ and ‘usable’ due to its

accuracy. Also, handwritten out, most people can copy numbers from a label.

4.  A problem with our bar codes at work is, that sometimes we are needing to

check the last 2 digits and sometimes even the last 3 digits, since Receiving and

Away departments have ‘dyslexic’ workers, or so it seems to the Bin Order

Fillers who find lots of errors where we are supposed to have ‘Pick Ready’ bins.

5.  When I am up in the Mezzanine area, I am able to wear an armband held

small computer. It is called an “RF” which has a Blue Tooth scanner attached to

my pointer finger. I use my thumb to press the side button to shoot a laser at

the product’s bar code label. (Most people like it on their middle finger and

simply press their pointer finger on the scanner button.)

This is a much better device, than the one I used to have to use in Heavy Bulk.

That contraption involved listening to a operated ‘order’ where it would

give you a five numbered area to go to.

The five numbers were usually double digits, this took a lot of my brain power

Often, I had a headache at the end of the day! It did ‘like’ my voice, usually more

than my fellow coworkers who had made their template in an unnatural voice,

then using their ordinary, regular toned voice they would try to ‘confirm’ their

orders… The voice in their earpiece would say, “The number you are trying to

confirm doesn’t exist” or “Please say the number again.” I cannot even remember

the irritating repetitive words, sometimes my coworkers would give me their

headpiece, which definitely ‘would not recognize my voice commands.’

So bar codes were originally a ‘pain in the patooty’ at  my work! I did not like

the way they would tell me to go to “49-13-22-6-2” which meant row 49, look

on the 13th rack, go over 22 bins and go up to the top shelf (6th shelf) and

pick two products.

Now, when I use the Blue Tooth ‘finger scanner’ or the ‘gun scanner’ on the

tablet sized “RF” I can simply point, press and if the product is wrong, I

will ‘back order’ it. This is much to the chagrin of the Cycle Count people

who have to come and find out why someone stocked the wrong product

or put the right product in Timbuctoo! I checked the spelling on that one,

folks!

How does the bar code effect your area of work?

Do you feel it improves your shopping experience?

Is there some other area of your life this happens to help you out?

As I leave the library, I will be signing off my computer, taking my bar coded

library card to check out some movies for the week…

Happy Monday to you all!

P.S. The wedding event of my year was one of my top 3 favorite weddings I have

ever been to! I loved seeing all the grandchildren in their new and nicely colorful

‘dress up’ clothes.

I enjoyed how much fun my Mom had, with many special moments where little

ones gave her hugs, along with her being allowed to reminisce to her content.

The weather was absolutely lovely and there was a time, after bubbles were

blown, food and delicious cake from Fragapan Bakery, were eaten, faces painted

and the smallest ones allowed to dip in a baby pool, while the older ones were

escorted by my brother, designated “Life Guard” to Showse Park Beach, only

two houses down from the wedding.

Time spent with the lovely bride, my niece, and her sweet and terrific husband

was wonderful. So many memories of times where we were mentioning our

fireworks off the beach below my parents’ cottage, sparklers lit off the deck

and just so many more memories.

I am blessed that my youngest brother chose a woman with children with

ages close to those of my own. Holidays and gatherings, they could pair up

in play.

Innumerable activities since they became part of our family.

Thus, my niece was only 6 and my youngest only 4, when my little brother

married my only ‘sister’ in law.

Everyone reveled in the casual atmosphere, showing such playfulness at the

lake cottage. The ‘Tent wedding,’ otherwise labeled on our invitations as

“Come to a BBQ Wedding and Reception!”

 

 

“Greased Lightning”

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My Dad liked to think he could fix cars. He was great with carpentry and other

‘fix it’ jobs. In what we considered his ‘domain,’ the garage, there was a long,

wooden table with a clamp on it, some shelves that held some clear baby food jars

with all sorts of odds and ends in them, neatly sorted and able to see what you

needed, at a moment’s notice.  As far as car repairs went, other than oil and tire

changes. . .

Dad wasn’t the best mechanic!

I thought about all those fathers out there again, while mailing my Uncle Orrin’s

and two brothers’ Father’s Day cards out today. I wish to thank all the fathers in

the world,  for their sharing the responsibility of raising children. Your efforts will

surely ‘pay big dividends’ in your relationship with the kids. Whatever you ‘put into

this special parenthood,’ I believe, will come back to you. There are rare occasions

that this doesn’t happen, for those times, I am remorseful and hoping this doesn’t

ever happen to you.

I believe all those men who have helped women out, as neighbors, teachers, friends

and relatives all need to get a round of applause! I appreciate the men who were not

birth fathers, ones who became good stepdads. By throwing balls, playing games

and allowing their bodies to be human ‘jungle gyms!’ (My artistic brother, Randy,

did this best! He liked to really horse around and ‘rough house!’)

My other brother, Rich, was the calm one who read books, sat down to play games

and really listened to my children’s early attempts at reading and telling stories.

What a great balance these two men, (while I was alone, raising my kids), made!

Susan and Rich are the biggest movie goers (and also, theatre goers) I know! They

were great at also taking my kids to these also. What a treat!

They were known for kidnapping, coming down from Cleveland unexpectedly,

for a hike or a canoe trip at Alum Creek or Delaware State Park. If they called me,

I could meet them ‘halfway up the road,’ so they could take them to Mohican State

Park. Marrying Susan was an awesome addition to our family, because she was a

‘package deal,’ coming with three ‘built-in’ cousins for my children!

My brother, Randy, was known to come by our house and pick the three kids and me

up! Off we would go, to the zoo, to camping places or to a nice out of the way natural

setting. (My parents belonged to a camping organization called, Good Sam Club,

so they were often where we would head together to meet to camp and have a nice

meal, campfire and even, miniature golfing.)

If my Dad were around, we would have water play, with all kinds of noodles, boats,

rafts and other paraphernalia. His and my Mom’s cottage, up on Lake Erie, was a

respite for me, weary from babysitting 5 plus my 3, for all those years! It was more

than another set of hands, it was living by “Grandparents’ Rules!” So nice to know

someone was taking over, allowing chaos to ensue, without any consequences or

my having to lecture or punish, since mainly “Anything Goes” or went, as the case

may be!

This has nothing to do with Father’s Day, but I must divulge a secret!

My parents ‘made’ us eat brussel sprouts, spinach, lima beans and other green

vegetables. We had to stay at the table, until a majority of our food was gone.

Somehow, these rules were thrown out the window, once the grandchildren

came along! In their station wagon or their Transvan, there were chips, pretzels,

Cheetos, Good and Plenty candies, peanuts in the shell, and any other snacks

that were not meltable. If you were to open their freezer, while we were kids,

there was always Neopolitan ice cream or ice cream sandwiches. Sometimes,

we would have simply popsicles. My Dad would take a sharp knife and cut slices

of the pink, brown and white  to put in a bowl for us.

Once I produced grandchildren, times had changed! There were all varieties of

ice cream, one of my favorites suddenly was around: Chocolate Chip Cookie

Dough. My Mom’s favorite became “Moosetracks,” while my Dad’s favorite

was Butter Pecan or Pralines and Cream. They had caramel and chocolate

syrup now! They were like an ice cream parlor, in all its deliciousness!

Rewards of being a parent of said grandchildren, meant that you also could

avoid vegetables and other important daily food requirements, skip breakfast

and eat donuts or ice cream…

This is pretty much a rambling post, but I will get back to the poem that may

fit the subject.

To All the Dads, Fathers, Uncles, Step Dads or Other Meaningful People

Who Have Provided Good Role Models for Children.

I have been inspired by my silly Advance Auto position as a Bins Order Filler, to

write a Father’s Day poem.

This is mainly using car terminology, the fun that can be had while traveling

around in cars or fixing them, too. Multiple applications of car parts inserted

into a wordplay-sort- of- poetry way.

“Zooming into Father’s Day”

by reocochran

June 12, 2014

“Start your engines.

Ignite your energy.

Spark your hearts.

Plug in your sparks.

Ready. . .

Set,

Go!

Children are shouting,

Moms are smiling,

Families are celebrating~

Dads around the world.

Driving in the country,

Winding curves,

Come to a complete stop,

Parking at a special place.

Unpacking food and coolers,

Picnic baskets, charcoal and

Everything needed to party.

Use some elbow grease,

Pitching in with side dishes.

Hamburgers and hot dogs,

Another one will roll off

The Assembly Line.

Desserts are eaten,

Children scattered to

Swings,

Slides,

Merry go rounds,

and

Parents relax.

 

Smells like gas.

Is it the baby or the car?

 

Don’t muffle the noise,

Turn the radios up!

Spray paint is for  car details,

No graffiti on park benches.

Flags waving,

If only in our minds.

Racing to the finish,

We won’t stop till…

We are ‘tire’d.”

 

Three more days to go until the Big Day for Dad comes!

 

“Grease” was written by Jim Jacobs and  Warren Casey.

“Grease” musical was first performed at the Kingston Mines Theatre

in Chicago, Illinois in 1971. It became popular as a stageplay and later,

as a movie, with John Travolta and Olivia Newton John.

“Greased Lightning” was a song, that began while the teens, Danny and

Sandy,  are at a drive-in movie.

 

What was your father talented at?

What is a favorite memory of your Dad?

Is there someone else who played an important part in your childhood,

who you would rather comment about?

 

 

Just Gross!

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If you are eating or about to eat, maybe skip this post today

and if curious, come on back later, please!

My friend and coworker, Linda, sat with us today at lunch. We

rarely have the chance to talk to her since she left our bins

order filling area to become part of the ‘Cycle Count’ area.

She is a pleasant, Kentucky-born woman who I have enjoyed

intermittent conversations with, over almost six years of

working at Advance Auto D.C. #23.

Linda had a ‘cross’ face on, while approaching our table, and

I wondered what had caused this upset in her day. She right

away launched into a discussion, aiming her comments at me!

“Robin, I swear! I could have killed my little grandchildren

last night! I went over at 6 p.m. to watch them, while their

parents went out for a business dinner.”

So far, that didn’t seem at all disturbing… I looked at her

and smiled, saying,

“Linda, I am going to be watching my M & M girls from 2 p.m.

on Saturday until 2 p.m. Sunday, I got you ‘beat!'”

She looked at me, like I was crazy! Linda then admonished me,

“I am not complaining about going over there and watching the

kids!” She said this a little louder than our ‘usual’ lunch

conversational level. Melvin looked over, from his table of

sports guys, Chuck and Corey sitting there, shaking their

heads at me.

“Okay, Linda, what upset you while babysitting the kids,

you used the word, ‘kill’ in a sentence with precious

Lindsey and Claire, implying they annoyed you.”

Then, Linda took a deep breath and we all sunk our teeth

into another bite of our food. Tammy and Karen were eating

‘machine’ food. This is food dispensed out of the machines.

I took a bite out of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Then, since a lightbulb went on in my head, I asked,

“Linda, why did you address your outrage at the grandkids

to specifically me?”

She smiled and said, “Since you are one to be able to

answer this question. Why does ‘Winnie the Pooh’ have his

stupid name?”

I actually did not have a clue, love Winnie the Pooh, have

shared memories of my Dad reading the book, “The House at

Pooh Corner,” to me from my early childhood. And the cute

page boy haircut allowed my Dad to insert the simple name

of “Robin” instead of “Christopher Robin,” and for years

I thought little Robin was a girl!

“Start from the beginning, please!” I exclaimed.

“Well, I took my cardboard “Classic Pooh” book over to

my son and daughter in law’s house, having never read it

to my granddaughters. I found it and was so glad that

the two year old and three year old won’t be able to

rip it. I cannot wait to read the longer, older book

that has chapters in it, to them!”

I showed them the book, read the title of the story,

“Winnie the Pooh Discovers the Seasons,” and guess

what those little urchins did? They rolled around and

laughed, ridiculously torrents of sniggers, finally

a rollicking giggling ‘fit’ started!”

We all looked puzzled. Questions were flowing across

the lunch table. But we just stared at her. We waited,

since she seemed very peeved at those adorable children!

Linda finally explained, “They had apparently never heard

of Winnie the Pooh, thought the word used was, ‘poo.’

Their mother, my daughter in law, (Linda was using a rather

annoyed tone with this comment) taught them about ‘dog poo’

and when Claire was born, taught Lindsey to call her dirty

diapers, since she was still little herself (they are only

18 months apart) to call her diaper a ‘poo-ey’ diaper.

In fact she even taught her the initials, ‘P.U.!!'”

We all then started laughing! We could see how this would

happen, but wondered aloud, “Why didn’t my kids think this

way, when I first read this to them?”

The only thing we could come up with was that maybe they

didn’t think of ‘poo’ as ‘poop’ in most of our households.

So, then, Melvin had to interject a much grosser use of

the word, ‘poop.’ He said to our astonishment,

“Did you hear that Arnold Palmer couldn’t hold his bowel

movement until he reached a bathroom and he pooped on a

golfing green?”

Supposedly, this was on the sporting news and had even

‘hit’ the radio sports channel today. Chuck said he also

had heard it and added this line,

“Arnold’s caddy tried to deny it and sounded kind of snotty,

to another person who asked, ‘Is this poop one of Arnold’s?’

and the caddy answered, ‘No, of course not. Arnold would

never do such a thing…'”

We all thought this was really strange and weird.

Then Melvin piped up with his solution to the problem,

using his keen Army honorably discharged and combat-trained

mind to come up with this one:

“I think I’ll invent a rolling Port-A-Pot, so that caddies

can bring their golfers they work for, an instant place to

sit and take a ‘sh__!'”

Linda got up, disgusted and said,

“Melvin, I was talking about children and needed Robin to go

find out ‘why in the world would A.A. Milne name the teddy

bear, ‘Winnie the Pooh?’ in the first place!”

I somehow switched the subject to how my youngest daughter

has a very active ‘gag reflex’ while changing dirty diapers.

She went so far, when my little (now 5) Micah was born, asking

his older brother, Skyler to get a clothespin out of Nana’s

art supplies’ box.

Chuck leaned over and asked me to find out how the skunk

in the cartoons, Pepe le Pew’s name came about. Was it a

‘slam’ against the French? His complete name is Charles and

has some French Canadian blood in him.

Then, Tammy told me to come back tomorrow with the answer

about why the bear is called, “Pooh.”

Tammy left and Karen and I were left, pondering and then,

Karen uttered that funny little Pooh quote, “Bother!”

We started chuckling about how Melvin had grossed Linda

out and how we never have a dull moment at work!

Here is a little history and background information about

the subject of Winnie the Pooh and his answer about why

the bear has its name. The stuffed animal menagerie of

Christopher Robin included Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Kanga,

baby Roo, Eeyore, Piglet and Owl. Disney added “Gopher.”

Here is a list of dates of A.A. Milne’s books:

1. “When We Were Young,” published in 1924. This book

includes poems written for young children. It includes one

about a teddy bear, named Winnie the Pooh.

2. “Winnie the Pooh,” published in 1926. This book has two

vague sentences that refer to the bear’s name.

3. “Now We Are Six,” published in 1927. It includes a nice

compilation of poetry for young listeners.

4. “The House at Pooh Corner,” published in 1928. This is

the one book that I still have from my early childhood,

from which my Dad read to us from. I have all the books

that are here, along with a great little collection that

the gas company of BP published. I collected two sets of

these and have two hard cardboard books that have snippets

of the poetry and stories. One is a Disney production book.

Are you ready for Linda’s answer? I had to write this down,

not only to type it into my blog post, but she will get the

handwritten one tomorrow, (TGIF!)

In the first chapter of “Winnie the Pooh,” there is a somewhat

explanation why A.A. Milne’s son, (Christopher Robin Milne)

had a bear named Edward. This became known later as “Pooh,”

because of this offhand comment:

“But his (the bear’s) arms were so stiff… they stayed up

straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a

fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it off.

And I think– but am not sure, that that is why he is

always called Pooh.”

Now, let me tell you, I didn’t think this was very clear,

not one bit! I bet Linda will not believe this is the

only explanation that A.A. Milne includes in his books.

All I can say is, we have to believe this is how it went.

I could hear the bear blow a puff of breath out, “pooh!”

A Walk Towards Easter

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This is a good one to read, if you are following some

Lenten ‘walks’ which have you choosing to set aside

technology and giving up other outlets. We may need to

have more peace, quiet and meditation while we contemplate

God’s gift of his Son. This is taken from Ann Weems’ book,

“Kneeling in Jerusalem,” (1992).

Here is a poem by Ann Weems:

“Winding Down”

We run around the World and the church

like wound-up toys,

looking for a way to get to Easter

without reading the instructions.

When we wind down,

We lie on our faces,

unable to move.

Perhaps in the still and silence,

God will give us the courage

to see our souls

and give us the chance

once more

to choose Life;

Faith, rather than frenzy.”