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Fool’s Gold

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I was listening to the Beatles’ song, “The Fool on the Hill,” and then comparing it,

in my mind to, “A Fool in the Rain” sung by Led Zeppelin. All of a sudden, I realized

there can be a few ways that you can interpret the word, “Fool.” In the first song, it

means to be sad that you were made a ‘fool’ of, in love. The second song’s melody

is to a more upbeat tempo. Led Zeppelin’s song depicts being carefree enough to act

foolish. I like this idea of expressing your love through silly ways.

 

I like the idea of words and their interpretations. I have carried this out in a few of my

past different posts. (The Meaning of Regret, Patience, and others…) Definitions are

something I like to write and read about, especially  when I find out there are more

variations than I ever imagined. Also, the ‘roots’ of words interest me, too. I took a

course titled, “Etymology,” which I wish could have lasted much longer.

 

The definitions (and derivations) of fool:

(noun)- A person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person.

A more archaic definition (noun)- A person who was formerly kept in

a noble or royal household, for casual entertainer; also, ‘jester.’

 

(verb)- Trick or deceive (someone); dupe.

A more casual definition (verb)- To spend time idly or aimlessly, as in

‘fooling away’ time.

Another casual interpretation (verb)- To spend money or trifles (‘to fool

away’ or ‘fritter,’) without advantage. This was also characterized as to

meddle thoughtlessly or tamper.

 

(adjective)- Informal usage: Foolish or silly.

 

What a ‘fool’ she is over that man!

 

When I quoted how dogs accept us when we act like ‘fools’ on Wednesday, 9/16/14,

by Samuel Butler. It mentioned dogs don’t mind joining us in this frivolity, I started

thinking about writing this post.

 

I like this use of the word, “foolish:”

The clown wore a ‘foolish’ little hat on top of his bushy red hair! (Bozo or Ronald

McDonald, come to mind.)

 

I don’t like this use of ‘fool:’

Don’t fool with that loaded gun!

 

Unfortunately, Scripture leaves us with negative connotations of “fool:”

“Wicked,” “depraved,” “senseless,” and “dullard” are given references in the Bible,

implying to be foolish is all of these horrible things.

 

What about that delicious dessert labeled, “fool?”  Isn’t it too delicious to be

considered a part of the word’s definition? I love the layering of angel food or

other flavored cakes, with fruit and whipped cream… Yummy! I have to give

this interpretation a ‘positive’ rating!

 

What about the way we celebrate April first, “Happy April Fool’s Day!” Isn’t

this a positive and fun-filled day? I think back of the tricks I played and had

played on me, they seem more friendly and evoke happy memories.

 

In this same light-hearted manner, my grandkids like to say, “I fooled you, Nana!”

This can come when they hide something, when they play a ‘magic trick’ on me

or when they tell a ‘fib’ and it is usually ‘outlandish!’ All are positives, through

my starry eyes of love.

 

When I was in my teens, some of us would say, “So and so is “fooling around”

with someone else.” It usually meant ‘sex,’ but sometimes it was also, meant

to include ‘being unfaithful’ to another person.

How do you ‘view’ this expression?

Can someone be ‘tinkering’ with their car and still say they are ‘fooling around?’

 

I used to feel that this was a positive compliment, when a friend would say,

“We can’t ‘fool’ you, Robin!”

 

Sometimes I think of myself being sort of pitiful, in terms of, “He sure did ‘fool’

me, though. Never could have seen that happen!”

 

Other times, I would say what kind of ‘fools’ we all are, when we believe a

politician or a famous actor’s lines.

 

Fool’s Paradise = delirious happiness.

Fool’s Gold = pyrite.

 

Often expressed words,

“A fool and his money are soon parted.”

 

“Fools rush in… where angels fear to tread.”

There are several references that come to mind, when I hear this quote.

The first one comes to mind, since I am a huge movie buff, along with liking

this movie plot is: “Fool’s Rush In.” This is a well done comedy, with several

serious underlying themes. First is, don’t do things while under the influence

of alcohol, or you may face consequences. The second is, you may find out

you like someone, once daylight hits, after all. Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek

are both interesting and amusing in this overall fun-loving movie.

The next thing that comes to mind,  is the song, “Fools Rush In (Where Angels

Fear to Tread,” written by Johnny Mercer, (1940). Yes, I wanted to find who were

the ones who sang this song, but my first memory of this song, was Ricky Nelson’s

version.

There have been dozens of famous people who have sung this popular song! The

first singer was Tony Martin. Then came The Glenn Miller Band,  with Ray Eberle

singing. Then came The Tommy Dorsey Band with Frank Sinatra singing this.

After that the remakes were about 20 years later, where it re-surfaced in 1960,

with someone named Brook Benton singing it. In 1962, (I would love this version!)

came Etta James. Also, in 1962, Doris Day sang a duet with Andre Previn of this

song.  Finally, the version that I know, with an upbeat tempo and a little ‘rock’

flair was sung by Ricky Nelson. (I still love his “Garden Party” song, don’t you?)

In 1971, Elvis Presley decided to include “Fools Rush In” in an album. There are

many more people, some I have never heard of, but needless to say, this is a very

popular song. I sure hope that the heirs of Johnny Mercer, collected some of the

royalties on this song!

 

I will sometimes remember how Eliza Doolittle says, “What a fool am I. . .” in the

song, “Without You.” (“My Fair Lady”)

 

A ‘shout out’ to my best use of matchmaking EVER: Happy 20th Wedding Anniversary,

Jenny and Dave! (My story about this is titled, “Love Found in a Video Store.” Yes,  I

found Dave, but had to call a few people to ‘identify’ him, while setting him up with my

good friend, Jenny.) Here’s to many more foolish times, fun and exciting adventures,

you two fun-loving people!

 

Hope you found more ‘gold’ here than ‘fool’s gold!’

 

I like to picture all my fellow bloggers  ‘fooling around,’ whistling, singing and enjoying

the sunny weather together! Let’s go on a hike with a picnic at the end of the trail. . .

 

 

When you think of the words, ‘fool’ and ‘foolish’ do you think of people who are young,

any age or elderly?

When you hear the word, ‘fool,’ does a song pop into your head?

Or if those questions don’t make you imagine something, can you remember a time you

felt ‘like a fool’ or ‘foolish?’ What age were you? If you wish to share a personal example,

feel free to give us one.

 

 

September 17th is Doubly Worth Celebrating

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September 17th celebrates two special days for everyone, especially Americans.

Both of these events can be loosely based on the fruit of an apple. . .

First of all, on this historic day in 1787, our Constitution came into “fruition.”

Sometime much more recently, we have delegated a day that doctors ‘approve

of,’ while teachers are happy for their pay ‘bonus.’

I am stretching this ‘fruity’ tie a bit, aren’t I?

Today is known to as both, “Constitution Day” and “Eat An Apple Day!”

There have been some politicians from both parties making the rounds

in the news and in a wide variety of locations, celebrating the United States

Constitution.

Teachers may have planned to serve apple cider, discussing how apples are

pressed to make this delicious drink. Or maybe they had children or middle

school aged young people chopping up apples and serving them with some

caramel dip or sprinkling cinnamon on them. They may have ‘gone all out’

in their celebrations of the apple, by having some students learn how to

make pie crust. I remember as a preschool teacher, finding this to be as

good as making play dough.

Since many people get the Constitution confused with the Declaration of

Independence, I will give you a ‘third grade’ review of this fine document.

The Constitution of the United States is the ‘supreme law’ of the land in the

U. S. of A. It is a set of rules that are enforced by the three levels of the

government. We have the Branches of the Legislative, Executive and the

Judicial levels.

The Constitution was originally written and created in September, 1787 but

did not get accepted, approved or ‘ratified,’ until June 21, 1778. In 1789, what

is called the “Bill of Rights” was added.  There are 7 articles with the #s 4, 5,

and 6th ones discussing the relationship between the States and the Federal

Government. This includes the rights and responsibilities of the now fifty

States. It discusses or defines the concept of Federalism in the articles.

Unlike other countries’ forms of Constitution, our amendments are not

inserted into the original document but are added at the end.

Here are some fun books to look up and read to children from Grades

Fourth through Eighth Grade:

“Our Constitution Rocks,” by Juliette Turner.

“We the Kids:  The Preamble to the Constitution,” by David Catrow.

“Shh! We’re Writing the Constitution,” by Jean Fritz.

 

Here are some fun songs, starting with one that is a ‘chant,’ using

arms and hand motions:

1. “Apple Tree”

“Way up high in the apple tree (Raise your hands up in the air.)

Three little apples looked down at me. (Hold up three fingers and can be dramatic

using your eyes and eyebrows lifted.)

I shook the tree (Pretend to shake your trees!) as hard as I could

Down came the apple. . .

M-m-m

M-m-m

It was good!” (You may rub your tummy to demonstrate!)

(Anonymous)

 

2. “Apple Tree”

(You may listen to this on a 4 minute ‘track’)

“Swing with me,

Underneath the apple tree.

We will swing,

We will sing,

Till the dinner bell.”

(Doesn’t it seem to need ‘ring,’ here?)

To and fro we will go,

flying to the sky.

Happily, merrily,

Up we swing,

With the birds we fly.”

(Author Unknown)

 

Now for some adult versions of songs with the name of apple

in the group or song. You will recognize most of these, which

you may be excited to know there are plenty more in a list on

the internet!

3. Doris Day’s lovely song, begins with a stanza about her true

love, Johnny leaving her and she is sitting by her lonesome:

“The apple tree

The apple tree

The apple tree,

Still sitting under the apple tree

With nobody else but me.”

 

(Why do I remember this as, “Don’t go sitting with nobody else

but me;  under the apple tree?” Memories play ‘tricks’ on me!)

 

4.  Louis Armstrong’s song, “In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree.”

 

5.  Dionne Warwick’s song, “As Long As There’s An Apple Tree.”

 

6.  The Ink Spots’ “In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree.”

 

7.  Alice Cooper’s song, “Apple Bush.”

 

8.  An American Country Music Band in 2002 was called, “Hot Apple Pie.”

 

9.  Bob Applebaum’s song, “The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree.”

(Isn’t this guy cool, has apple in his name, too!)

 

10. Jake Owens’ song, “Apple Pie Moonshine.”

 

Which is interesting, since this Friday, to ‘kick off’ our Fall weekend, I have written a post about

fermented apple cider. I really enjoy the flavor of “Angry Orchard,” hard apple cider made in

Cincinnati, Ohio. There is a new trend brewing apple cider, although the practice has been around

since the Mayflower ship brought the Pilgrims here, and even before then. . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Short Stories: Capsulized Life Images

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When people get together in a school, with their class

led by a staff member or teacher, they sometimes collect

thoughts on paper, items that represent that time in space,

and store them in a nearly indestructible container. They

call these, “Time Capsules.”

I think when we read a good short story, fellow blogger’s

post or a short book, we are reading something, I just

gave a title to, “Capsulized Life Images.”

I wonder if it also, could be called, “Encapsulated Life

Images?”

I enjoy reading compilations of short stories by famous

authors. I recently completed Stephen King’s newer book

with his collection of four harrowing and creepy stories.

It is called, “Full Dark, No Stars,” (2010). It is not as

good as some of my favorites, like the one that inspired

“Green Mile,” and “Shawshank Redemption,” movies.

The first story, let me tell you, had me dreaming, in

nightmare form, about rats! Thanks, Stephen King!

The scary ‘classics,’ to me include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,

Edgar Allen Poe and Agatha Christie.

I have been thinking about the other genres of short stories,

which include family stories and humorous forays into

everyday life situations and how the author uses his or her

own perspective.

When I was reading short stories, in high school, I really

enjoyed our World Literature book. Someone had taken the

time, a team of staff, I suppose, to compile some of the

most unusual and interesting stories. One that ‘sticks’

in my mind, was titled, “The Scarlet Ibis.” This story was

written and published in the magazine, “The Atlanta Monthly,”

in 1960, by James Hurst. It is considered ‘rich in symbolism’

and it has a metaphor of the majestic yet fragile bird,

compared to a weak, sickly child. The one who is telling the

story, calls himself, “Brother,” and his younger, more fragile

brother is called, “Doodle.” Apparently my memory served me

very well, in this instance, since the story is included in

many compilations of short stories. It is a sad one, but well

worthy of reading (or re-reading) for its simple but memorable

style.

Humor, as a different genre, captures relatable stories of

family. Such as odd occurrences like in, “The Night The Bed Fell,”

by James Thurber. Thurber’s stories were expanded into a likable

television show, “My World… and Welcome to It.” I liked this

show, although they only had 26 episodes of it, starring the

fun loving, William Windom. He was a daydreamer, as some writers

seem to be, visualizing ways to make life better, or imagining

a whole different world.

Hey, have you ever read, “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?” This

was released in movie form, in October, 2013. The movie is based

on a short story with the same name. Check out the story or the

movie to find out how an author transcends his time period of

his writing.

The short book, “Please Don’t Eat the Daisies,” by Jean Kerr,

contains images that capture your “Aha!” moments. Sometimes this

helps you to relate, despite the contrast between your life and

the one of being a career parent, (Jean Kerr was a playwright)

with rampant children loose in your New York apartment suite. This

became a television show, a song sung by Doris Day and a movie.

I like P.G. Wodehouse’s sense of humor, sometimes at the ‘expense’

of the upper class in England. Once you read his biography, you

realize why this is true. He was only three years old, a son of a

British judge in Hong Kong, when he was sent back to England to be

raised by a nanny. His dependence on servants, helped him to

develop a deep affection and respect for them.

Once P.G. or Pelham Grenville, also known as “Plum,” reached

school age, he was sent off to boarding school, where all his

holidays were spent with his two brothers and a series of aunts.

“Plum” developed a rather devoted habit of writing short stories

and essays. One biographer said he wrote ‘relentlessly’ in his

spare time. Good thing to remember, as we have heard this before,

great artists, craftsmen, musicians and authors, practice their

craft.

Writing and being a ‘cricketer’ (one who plays cricket) were his

only passions. He had a sharp tongue, got himself in serious

trouble while in Germany, on a radio show, making light-hearted

jabs at the ‘regime.’ Can you imagine ‘giving lip’ while WWII was

going on? Since this was during Hitler’s time of control, Wodehouse

was placed in an internment camp for over a year.

If you are trying to place P.G. Wodehouse, his books include the

character of “Jeeves.” There is a series of books and movies that

were taken from the books. The pictures he shows of servants are

smart and clever, able to manage households and help with his

character’s detective work, too.

The main character in his “Jeeve’s” series of books is Bertie

Wooster. He is a rather ‘spoiled’ rich young man, but tries to

be kind, helpful and be counted on, by his ‘pals,’ and women

who say they are engaged to him, he won’t confront them and

deny this! Lots of fun, some drunken incidents, and reminds me

of the impetus for the character,

In another book P.G. Wodehouse wrote, “Blandings Castle,” again

the servants are friends of the ones who are head of household,

the main characters are upper crust, who sometimes aren’t quite

as important as they think they are. He liked to ‘make fun’ of

the rich, along with business men and persons in the law. His

father being a judge didn’t prevent his getting into and out of

trouble. Reminds me of the stories of ‘preacher’s kids’ or P.K.’s,

who were the rabble rousers in our small town, growing up and in

Delaware, I knew one, too!

The subject being short stories, I would like to recommend the one

called, “Strychnine in the Soup.” He incorporates another kind of

interesting character, the strong-willed, independent, sometimes

older woman. These women can be sometimes, ‘troublemakers.’ In this

short story, Archibald Mulliner is the detective from a wealthy

family and Lady Bassett is the older woman.

Interestingly enough, A. A. Milne did not respect Wodehouse’s escape

from the internment, feeling that his wealth had bought him out

of it. There is a rather silly poem, where P.G. Wodehouse imitates

Milne’s “Winnie the Pooh” style, but it is meant to be satirical.

I was excited to know many authors respect Wodehouse and that

Agatha Christie dedicated her book, “Halloween Party” to him.

In 1975, due to the WWII internment and his body of work,

Wodehouse was knighted, Sir Pelham Greenville Wodehouse. He

had written 15 plays, numerous books and collaborations for

250 songs in 30 musical comedies, with Jerome Kern and Guy

Bolton. Wodehouse died in that year of his knighthood, at age

93. A life well-lived, indeed. To me, his stories gave me a

‘window’ into a world I will never inhabit and made it quite

enjoyable.

The final thought I wished to impart is that when we speak of

writing, we include the hope for longevity. The writers of short

stories, listed here, and others you may already know and love,

all have captured our hearts by breathing life into their

characters.

When Floyd Saved the Day

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I have a new guy friend, Lenny, who told me about his mother and

father’s love story. It made me smile because it is so different and

nontraditional in its origins. Lenny’s Mom is Lois and she was a

busy, hard working single mother of four children, three boys and

one girl. They were getting to be quite a “handful” and she was sure

she would never marry again.

Along came some family members who knew a man who worked

with them, who was single, healthy and attractive. They knew that

Lois was a good cook, a wonderful friend and wanted her to meet

this man. So, without too much warning, they asked her to go

bowling with them.

This is not as easy as you would think! As a single mother, myself, I

had to sometimes call between 16 to 20 names on a big babysitting

log I kept, to get one night out!

I could easily relate to Lois’ predicament! Once she found a living,

breathing and willing teenager, she was off to the bowling alley.

The family members and friends were gathered a little in a bunch.

When Lois spotted them, she waved to them. When they “parted”

or moved away a bit from each other, she saw a very nice looking

man, unfamiliar to her. When introduced, she found out his name

was Floyd.

Here is Lenny’s ‘take’ on his mother’s parenting skills, “Don’t let

that little frail shell of a woman fool you! She was a tough mother

and not afraid to use a hair brush or a paddle!”

He followed up with a nice and proud tone, “If she would not have

used that discipline who knows where my brothers and sister would

have ended up?”

When Lois was courted by Floyd, they had many dates where they

worked on figuring each other out. Lois’ parents were a Baptist

preacher and a preacher’s wife. They were “good” people with

backbone, corny as it sounds, they sound like “the salt of the earth.”

Floyd was used to going out and spending time as he pleased. He

did not have any children and was glad to have a nice woman to

date.

This is the part where it gets sketchy. Lenny was but a ‘thought’ or

a ‘dream’ but not born yet. He has heard the story often though.

Lenny is not sure how the matchmaking ended up in marriage.

That is another story which I think I will have to get from the

“source,” his mother, Lois.

Anyway, Lois and Floyd married. Sometime after that, Lenny

came along which brought the number of children up to five.

Makes me think of that Doris Day and Brian Keith movie, “With

Six You Get Eggroll.” Anyone remember that family movie gem?

Lois and her family viewed Floyd as the man who saved the day!

I am sure that you will smile when you find out that Lois shooed

all of Floyd’s drinking buddies out of the house on many occasions

where they would gather for homemade (by Lois) snacks and

football on television.

Lenny also feels that the discipline given to his brothers and sister

continued on, even down to the “baby” (him). He respects his parents

and is grateful for their love. His grandparents taught him, “Spare

the rod, spoil the child.”

Lois may have been tougher than Floyd expected, but he showered

her with gifts. Lenny says that she chose beautiful furniture from

a place that has closed, Groll’s Furniture Store. It was famous in

central Ohio for its quality craftsmanship. She also has a lot of

jewelry and nice decorations.

The love flowed between them, their retirement years spent

traveling around down highways and byways, in an RV.

They toured the country side with her sister, Iris and her

husband. They were looking for places to camp and enjoy

each other’s company once those busy family raising years

were up!

My summary of this love story goes like this:

Just when Lois had started to think she would have to raise four

rowdy teens, mainly boys, alone. Along came a handsome man

who was chosen by family and friends. She got ‘hitched’ to a cool

hand Floyd who helped her “corral” those young’uns.

Her hero rode into town and swooped her up and while rescuing

her, she also helped change his life for the better!

Mother’s Day post

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The best thing about Mother’s Day is remembering…

You may have had a fun mom,

you may have had a cranky mom!

You may have had a sentimental mom,

you may have had a ‘straight by the book’ mom!

Please feel free to write a comment or two about your mother!

I had a father who read to us, but my mother would come into

our rooms, kiss and hug us every night when we were young.

She also would say a prayer and we would chant it with her.

My mother loved Doris Day and her sweet and clear voice.

She really wished she had a great voice, but alas, her talents

lay elsewhere! She definitely tried to sing us songs each night

with a calm and to us, nice voice. It was many a night I would fall

asleep to her voice. Some songs were older, like loving you until

the “ivy twines.”

One song she sang that has been given a bad ‘rap’ since there are

many people who say, “Que sera sera!” with a little bit of mean toned,

sarcastic edge to their comment.

The song Doris Day sang goes like this,

“Que sera sera:  whatever will be, will be,

the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera.

When I was just a girl, I would ask my mother this plea,

Will I be pretty, will I be rich?

Here’s what she said to me.

Que sera sera: whatever will be, will be,

the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera.”

(For my son, I would sing the verse including the boy, just

as my mother would sing it for my brothers.)

When you analyze the lyrics, it is not sarcastic, but very

accepting of our fate, and being peaceful. That meant a lot

to me, especially while wearing braces and glasses, feeling less

attractive than others.

I think of a lot of things about my mother as this day approaches!

This week, I wrote a lengthy letter to her, filled with some happy

memories.

I also found a beautiful, an old fashioned and a funny card so I sent her

3 different styles of cards. In each one, I reminded her that I will be there

for an upcoming special Memorial Day weekend. But NOT on Mother’s

Day!

(She is getting very forgetful, but if I were to call, she would say,

“What’s wrong, Robin?!” )

After all, I have two brothers up there to celebrate and take my mother

out for a nice meal or treat! I, on the other hand, have three children and

six grandchildren here and I believe I deserve to be “Queen for the Day!”

My Mom and I write back and forth every week, usually about 2-3 times a

week now. We used to write a little bit less, 1-2 times, but encompassed

very meaningful discourse, some debate and articles/enclosures to support

our thoughts. I am not making this up!

During the years that I was a single mother, these letters sustained and held

my sanity in place!

I have wonderful memories of my Mom. Also, two very different but loving

grandmothers. I have a living aunt and she is very nice to me. We write and

send each other cards on all occasions.

I wish every one had such happy stories to tell.

I went through the security guard scanning area where they “wand” you to

see if you are “okay” (no weapons, stealing products or contraband) to enter

or leave. One of the security guards is a very nice young man who sometimes

belts out some Elvis songs or makes cracks about “Where is Batman?” to me.

And when I miraculously pass through without even my aluminum toed shoes

setting the buzzer off, I crack back: “I have my invisibility shield on today!”

Anyway, he made my eyes tear up the other day. This young man said his mother

was not kind or gentle at all. He said he wished he had had a mother who did not

throw a chili can at his head if he did or said something she considered stupid.

He also said he and his brothers got “beat” regularly. He said he was ashamed to

admit he did not even cry when she died a few years back. (Must have been pretty

young, too.)

This young man said he felt he was always saying the wrong thing for years!

I was so upset and yet, reached up and gave him a big hug.

I whispered, “Thank you for sharing that!”

Well, today when I went through, he said, “Hope you have a happy Mother’s Day on

Sunday!” (side comment: we only work a half day so I won’t see him tomorrow when

we leave. He leaves before we do, he is a third shifter.)

I replied with a question, “I hope you have someone who cherished and

loved you, maybe a grandmother or father?”

He just nodded. God love him, he could not answer me.

Each time I see someone walking alone or shopping alone, it fills my

heart up with a little sadness. I have almost always shopped with kids

or a husband or friend…. I realize there are loners who are quite content

with themselves for company. And you may think that I am the one with

the problem, since I can’t do somethings too well by myself. I hope you

have someone to reach out to, mother, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, friend

or a pet to hug and love on.

I just want to say,

“Hope YOU have a happy Mother’s Day, with some kind of memories

of hugs, kisses and love.”