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PIZZA AND ICE CREAM IN CINCINNATI

AILI, YOU GOT PIZZA SPOTS ALL OVER YOUR PANTS.  WE'LL HAVE TO SHOUT THEM OUT.

AILI, YOU GOT PIZZA SPOTS ALL OVER YOUR PANTS. WE'LL HAVE TO SHOUT THEM OUT.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW THAT WE DON'T?
WHAT DO THEY KNOW THAT WE DON’T?
A NICE THREESOME

A NICE THREESOME

THEY HAVE SOMETHING UP THEIR SLEEVES

THEY HAVE SOMETHING UP THEIR SLEEVES

Great Pizza!  
Dewey’s Pizza
We scream for ice cream!  Graeter’s Ice Cream
HE MUST HAVE FORGIVEN HER FOR SPANKING HIM

HE MUST HAVE FORGIVEN HER FOR SPANKING HIM

SISTERS

SISTERS

THE DOUGH MAKERS MUST BE AT LUNCH

THE DOUGH MAKERS MUST BE AT LUNCHJO'S WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO THROW SOMETHING INTO THE AIR

WISH I KNEW THE SECRET

WISH I KNEW THE SECRET

THERE WERE MORE OF US, BUT WE DON'T ALL FIT AFTER ICE CREAM
THERE WERE MORE OF US, BUT WE DON’T ALL FIT AFTER ICE CREAM

I’ll miss you, Cincinnati, O-Hi-O.

Marty
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MORE GOOD TIMES IN OHIO

CARD SHARK ANNA

CARD SHARK ANNA

THEY MUST BE RELATED--LOOK AT THE MOUTHS!
THEY MUST BE RELATED–LOOK AT THE MOUTHS!
THE WHOLE FAM DAMILY
THE WHOLE FAM DAMILY
TORRANCE LEE AND GEORGIA LOU SHAW--GOOD BUDDIES

TORRANCE LEE AND GEORGIA LOU SHAW--GOOD BUDDIES

CLAY AND EMILY IN THE KITCHEN--CUTE COUPLE
CLAY AND EMILY IN THE KITCHEN–CUTE COUPLE
WATCH HER--SHE MAY BE YOUR GREAT-GRANDMOTHER, BUT SHE CHEATS

WATCH HER--SHE MAY BE YOUR GREAT-GRANDMOTHER, BUT SHE CHEATS

SOLITAIRE CAN BE HARD SOMETIMES

SOLITAIRE CAN BE HARD SOMETIMES

COME ON IN, IT'S SUPPER TIME, WE'RE FAMILY

COME ON IN, IT'S SUPPER TIME, WE'RE FAMILY

IT'S GREAT TO BE COUSINS!

IT'S GREAT TO BE COUSINS!

HOW'D YOU BLOW THE TOP OFF?

HOW'D YOU BLOW THE TOP OFF?

SHE PLAYS JACKS TOO?
SHE PLAYS JACKS TOO?
SHE LOST AT SOLITAIRE
SHE LOST AT SOLITAIRE

G’nite folks.  May you have good friends and good cousins and good food!

Marty

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CINDERELLA

Once upon a time, Big Brother ate grains and nuts a’plenty.  PICT0103

 

 

 

While Big Sister was looking pretty and talking on the phone.  PICT0104PICT0108PICT0110

 

 

 

 

All the while, Cinderella was tirelessly sweeping the floor.PICT0107

 

 

 

 

Alas, Cinderella has found the golden hat.  PICT0113PICT0114She no longer must toil and slave.  The golden hat will bring her wealth and happiness, though it will be difficult for her to see where she’s going with that big hat on.  

These stories don’t end happily ever after like they used to.  But we came as close as we could.

This unlikely story took place in the unlikely city of Cincinnati, Ohio.

If you can’t find a good fairy tale, try reading Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends.

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GUEST BLOGGER ANNA

ANNA SELFRIDGE

ANNA SELFRIDGE

I’d like to introduce you to my granddaughter, Anna Selfridge.  We met Anna and her family in Ohio.  In spite of difficulties, we’re having a good time.  Let’s see what Anna has to say.

Hi. I am Anna. This is a picture of me on my aunt’s porch. I call my aunt Jomama. She is nice .

When Grandma  and I went for a walk on my aunt’s street, we sall a bunny and the bunny was  small.  It had tiny ears and it was nibbling grass. When I was visiting Ohio, we stayed in an apartment.  The apartment was really big. We had lots of room.We visited Tanzania before we came to visit Ohio.  When we got to Ohio, I had my hair braided because I got it done in Tanzania, but now it is out. I am going to be in Ohio 2  more weeks. I’m from  America and I live in Doha.  Doha has sand dunes.  Doha has lots of places.

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SUN TEA AND OTHER AMUSEMENTS

I set a jar of cold water and six tea bags on a tree stump in the back yard.  I don’t know if sun tea is better than the boiled kind.  It’s simply a symbol of a good Southern country good times. 

We used to have a hand-crank ice cream freezer.  The kids sat on it while the adults turned the crank.  I didn’t do much of either.  I mostly got in the way because I was too skinny my weight was worthless to keep the thing still.  And I certainly couldn’t turn the crank.  Nevertheless, this was good ice cream, making good memories. 

My daughter, Jenny, used to fish for crawdads at the ditch by our mountain church in New Mexico.  I hope she got as much out church as she did out of fishing with her friends. 

My sister who is nine years my senior remembers going to youth camp when they had to pay $7.50 and a pound of bacon.  She also remembers driving the tractor when she and the cousins weren’t old enough.  But she wasn’t four like Cousin Jimmy and I were.  We scared the aunts and uncles–did we get attention!  

In the 1920s, my mother’s family had an old car.  It didn’t run.  What she used it for, it didn’t need to run.  She quickly got her chores done, took an old hymnal out to that car.  She’d sit in the back seat and let the sun beam on her. She’d sing to the top of her lungs, “Let the Lower Lights Be Burning,” “Brighten the Corner Where You Are,”Standing on the Promises” and whatever else was in the hymnal that she knew–and maybe some she didn’t. 

A couple more from my mother.  She and her brother smeared axle grease all over each other.  She says she doesn’t know why her mother didn’t beat the tar out of her.  One Halloween she and friends stole a chicken, roasted and ate it.  She said it was sure tough!  Mother!  I’m ashamed of you!

David and his life-long best friend, Gary, once camped in the back yard.  They cut weeds (the weeds we had in the 1950s) about 1-1/2 inches, punched holes through them with a nail, burned one end with the outdoor barbecue and blew smoke.  They did not inhale! 

My friend Denise tells a couple of good Southern California memories.  They had an apricot tree in their yard.  In the summer, she hid in it.  This is where she did all her thinking and planning.  Nobody knew where to find her.  In the fall, she and her brother raked the leaves from the tree, then jumped in.  She also remembers in the summer some kind of fruit dripping down her dirty arm.

Here is one from this sophisticated friend I can barely believe.   She said she and her brother would be walking home and it would be hot and they’d be thirsty.  They’d pass a yard with sprinklers not turned on.  He taught her to put her mouth on the sprinkler head and suck on it and water would come out.  Yuck, Denise!

We all remember Hide-and-Seek, Mother May I? and Red Light-Green Light.

Jodie, my sister, says she is now sitting on their deck in Ohio watching the lightning bugs.  I’m about to go swimming with my husband, but not in the ditch.  Does that count? 

Come on, turn off that computer and get to living this summer. 

Be sure to take a copy of Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends up to the apricot tree with a cool glass of sun tea. 

Blessings!

Marty

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A GOVERNMENT OF THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE

I asked my sister, Jo, to write something for Memorial Day.  Below are the picture and note I received from her this morning.   Please remember our country in prayer today.  She is quite delicate right now.  (I guess I need to watch those antecedents.  No,I don’t think my sister is particularly delicate, but I’m concerned about our country.)  May God Bless America. 
 
 
 A PLEASANT PLACE IN MILFORD, OHIO
 
Marty, you asked me to write something for your blog for Memorial Day.  I started…making up a little story about a young boy who left his car and his girl to go and fight.  But I scrapped it; this morning, as I thought about it,  there is no better way to honor those who gave their lives for our freedom than to read aloud Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address.  If Abraham Lincoln was so humble that he chose to say:  “…we can not dedicate…we can not consecrate…we can not hallow…this ground.”, how could I say anything more? 
 
Here is the third paragraph:
 
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

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I took a picture of our house with the flag flying, but I think I lost it.  If I find it, I will send it.

love,

jb

 

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