Haines His Way

If I split these lengthy posts up we'd probably be on page 4 by now!

Both of which were beautiful & moving, I preferred reading them in one post.  

One of my favorite childhood memories is of watching Mary Martin playing Peter Pan on the television, particularly the moment when Peter stands up in front of Wendy and sings "I've got a scrotum!  (Err-err-err-errrrr!)"

Oh, that's not what she/he sings?  

Are you sure?  

And now, off to work I go!

My uncle, GaGa's son, said that she had taught us all how to whistle REALLY LOUD. He said, "How loud would that be?" and my uncle produced an ear-splitting whistle. Then the rest of us started whistling, too. (She had taught us all, and we used to whistle for each other to call in for supper or just to find each other.) I can't imagine what other people in the cemetary thought, but to us is was cathartic and a tribute to the funny woman that we had loved so much.

DR edisaurus, that's a great story!  I'm certain if I had started whistling or telling funny stories about my dad at the cemetary, the Macbeths who are struggling mightily to escape their white trash roots would have buried me instad of my dad.  Actually Lady M's white trash background is lower than ours (Oh, God, I sound like Margaret Meade!).  So I'll tell you all a funny story about my dad from last year.  If I already told this, I apologize, but it's very typical of him.

Through vanity or discomfort, he hardly ever wore his hearing aid or glasses, although he'd had laser surgery in one eye about a year ago and he could see clearly out of one eye.  So, he announced on my last visit in November, that I was to take him to renew his driver's license.  JoAnn said to him, take your hearing aid and glasses, so of course he didn't.  I believe I told you of our hair-raising search last year for a hearing aid battery.

So I drove him - complaining about my driving all the way - to the BMV, where a young scrawny boy of around 21, who turned out to be a friend of my nephew Cory, took my dad's application.  Every question was repeated at least once, and I often had to yell the question into my dad's ear.  At one point the clerk asked, "Mr Moore, would you look into the screen and read what you see out of your left eye." My dad asked him to repeat, and he did.  And my dad's answer after analyzing what he thought he'd heard, was something to the effect of "Yes, I wore shoes."

Surprisingly he got his license renewed, and on theway out he told me he'd be back in three years to renew it.  

Bert I Gordon has four daughters, that I know of.

You mean, that *he* knows of? (Old joke...I know...)

-Did my previous post make any sense at all?!?!?  Maybe I need some coffee.

I'm up, I'm up.  The sky is white and so am I.

DR elmore - Glad to hear that everything is going well so far in Ohio.  I know that you have plenty to take care of while you're there, but do you have any idea when you might be heading back to NYC?  I need to plan the Welcome Home Dinner!

And two daughters weren't.

DR edisaurus - Lovely story about your GaGa.

The sun wants to come out but the white is making it difficult.  If you are a didactic person and you take a drive are you an autodidact?

Ginny will have a Brain now!

Only as long as DR Elmore's in the house!

Another Yay - the snowplow just went up our street!  Of course, that means that the mystery van is now buried even deeper.  I suggested to DH Richard that if it sits in front of our house long enough he can claim it for the American Legion Honor Guard, which is in desperate need of a new van.

Here's what I can see this afternoon out the window here by my computer desk:

Ate at an Italian restaurant called Sam's in Brooklyn, where the waiter was a real character.  Example: we asked what he recommended for dessert and he said kinolis, but they didn't serve them there, he meant from this place down the street.  

Huge portions, and quite good. Just had some of the leftovers.