Topic: THE FIRST PLAY READING READING (Read 4834 times)

bk · « **on:** November 02, 2021, 12:18:45 AM »

Well, you've read the notes, the notes spoke of the first play reading reading, and now it is time for you to post until the play reading cows come home.

bk · « **Reply #1 on:** November 02, 2021, 12:19:25 AM »

And the word of the day is: BUSK!

George · « **Reply #2 on:** November 02, 2021, 12:28:57 AM »

That's a great picture, BK.

George · « **Reply #3 on:** November 02, 2021, 12:30:20 AM »

My dad was one of six siblings, but I don't think they ever had a family picture of everyone. Now, only my two aunts are left. All four of the brothers have died.

George · « **Reply #4 on:** November 02, 2021, 12:44:54 AM »

And on that happy note (D-flat

), I'm off to bed.

Have a good day, all!

elmore3003 · « **Reply #5 on:** November 02, 2021, 04:31:06 AM »

Good morning, all!

elmore3003 · « **Reply #6 on:** November 02, 2021, 04:32:27 AM »

It got really cold last night, but I was buried in cat fur, since all three cats joined me, and I slept rather well.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #7 on:** November 02, 2021, 04:33:38 AM »

Yesterday was my day to be out, and so today I will stay in and try to finish this orchestration.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #8 on:** November 02, 2021, 04:47:57 AM »

Around 1955, maybe a little earlier, a new family moved into the house catty-cornered from ours across the street. He was a handsome, narcissistic construction body builder and his wife was a pretty, very thin beautician. They had a baby not more than a year old, and I remember that they were very nice to my brother Macbeth and me. I wish now I had asked my dad about them because something happened tghat put an end to the socializing between them, my family, and our neighbors that became the catalyst for their moving away. I had always thought that our neighbor Jean had had an affair with the man across the street and that all hell had broken loose when the beautician caught them together.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #9 on:** November 02, 2021, 04:50:40 AM »

When my mother died in June 1994, I saw our neighbor Jean at her funeral, and I asked my Aunt Jenny her what she knew about the events involving 3004 Goldman Avenue. Did Jean have an affair with him? I asked her.

No, dear, she told me, your mom had the affair.

John G. · « **Reply #10 on:** November 02, 2021, 05:24:01 AM »

Good morning, all.

John G. · « **Reply #11 on:** November 02, 2021, 05:24:23 AM »

Quite a shocker there, Elmore.

John G. · « **Reply #12 on:** November 02, 2021, 05:24:43 AM »

Great photo, BK.

John G. · « **Reply #13 on:** November 02, 2021, 05:25:13 AM »

Happy birthday to my sister Annaliese.

John G. · « **Reply #14 on:** November 02, 2021, 05:25:59 AM »

Have a holly, jolly Divali, if anyone is celebrating the festival of lights.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #15 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:04:52 AM »

I really liked the family portrait, BK.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #16 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:05:44 AM »

I have a lot to drag to the basement this morning.

John G. · « **Reply #17 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:16:30 AM »

Happy Dia de los Muertos, y’all.

Jrand74 · « **Reply #18 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:33:48 AM »

DR JOHN G I thought your sister's name was Abbavekke.

Jrand74 · « **Reply #19 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:34:40 AM »

Congrats to MR BK & Co on the successful reading..... I would have given that audience member directions for a journey of her own.

Jrand74 · « **Reply #20 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:34:58 AM »

Finding the thing vibes for MR BK.

Jrand74 · « **Reply #21 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:35:09 AM »

Oh my DR ELMORE!

Jrand74 · « **Reply #22 on:** November 02, 2021, 06:45:21 AM »

I think I may have mentioned this story here before.

On his hospital deathbed, my mother's father told his oldest son a story. My grandmother was 15 years old. She rode the streetcar from her home in Brooklyn (Indiana NOT NY) to Mooresville three days a week to baby sit with the children of a doctor whose wife was an invalid.

From about the second week, the doctor began to attack her - but she was too afraid to tell anybody. Finally after a few months, she found out she was expecting a baby.

My grandfather and her sister came up with a plot. He went to the doctor's house and beat him with a two by four....they thought he was dead, but he was not. Within a week, the doctor and his family moved out of town.

My grandfather and the sister had been engaged to be married. She immediately broke everything off with him and he married the girl - my grandmother.....and my aunt their first baby was born a few months later.

The sister never married - although she had a child years later - and they all lived together until after two more children, the house was too crowded.

The End.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #23 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:05:44 AM »

Good morning, all.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #24 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:07:00 AM »

Oh my, what have I stumbled into this morning?

These sordid tales of lust and infamy!

ChasSmith · « **Reply #25 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:09:14 AM »

I wonder what they were putting in the water in the Midwest in the mid-20th century!

Like I should talk, as my roots are right there in Columbus.

But honestly, except for my uncle finding out at the tender age of 75 that he had been adopted, and managing - with the help of our family genealogy expert - to track down his birth family and everyone becoming close friends thereafter, our history is a pretty boring one.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #26 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:19:44 AM »

That's a superb picture, BK. The sheer number of people captured at that moment is unique. I could only wish we had anything close to it in my family. But it's a great photograph besides.

One of our best ones was taken when my mom and dad were married, with all of my then-still-living grandparents and great-grandparents in the photo. I already have it in digital form. I should dig it out and size it for posting, just for the pure hell of it.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #27 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:42:16 AM »

Okay, here are a couple.

At my mom and dad's wedding in Columbus, Ohio, 1948: Dad's mother, Dad, Mom, Mom's mother and father.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #28 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:43:28 AM »

For our family, this one was the money shot:

Back: My mom's father and mother, my dad's mother, my mom's paternal grandfather.
Front: My dad's maternal grandmother and grandfather, my mom's maternal grandmother, my mom's paternal grandmother.

I grew up knowing all of these to some extent or other, except for my dad's grandfather who died around the time I was born or soon thereafter.

ChasSmith · « **Reply #29 on:** November 02, 2021, 07:44:07 AM »

But so few scandals! We were a boring lot, I'm afraid.

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