Friday, June 30, 2023

Gems Forever

"1962 - Boise"
That's my mom's handwriting, perhaps
when she bought the album for my dad.

For more jewel - themed poems and stories
and jewelry box anecdotes
see my recent posts

For July 28th
All that Glitters

For July 14th
Where is Fancy Bred

For June 28th
Choose Dearests, Choose

For June 14th
Diamond Studs Are Forever

For May 28th
Heirloom Jewelry

May14th
Re: Jewel, Rainbow, Splendor

@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony


~ A TREASURE TROVE OF EARLIER POSTS ~

~ family heirlooms, childhood treasures, vintage favorites ~

Jewel Tones
Jewel Rainbow Splendor

Emerald Eye
Emeralds and More

Lucky Talismans
Rovilla Pendant

Jane Austen & Charlotte Bronte
Literary Earrings

Ralph Waldo Emerson:
". . . like a string of beads . . ."

An Ersatz for Happiness
Do You Think It Is? & Philly Eagles
Ring Without End
Kiss Me & Open Hand

Lost & Found
Another Lost & Found Story

Christmas
Interstellar Treasure Box
Shiny Little Star

Dreams Like Diamonds & Journey On

"The Jeweled Books in the Shelves"

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Synchronicity? Oh Baloney!

Fried bologna at a restaurant!
When we were little kids, fixing our own lunches in the summer,
this is how my older sister made our bologna fancy!
Now, finally the gourmet world realizes!

I had to show my sibs for old - time's sake!
Everyone joined the chat,)
which I shall now poach (pun intended!)
for the following post:

Peg:
I haven't had fried baloney in ages.
Thanks for the nice memory.
The picture makes it look like a faux eggs benedict

Aaron:
Looks good!

Dave:
I had way too much fried baloney in the Corps.
Have no desire to resurrect the relationship.
Too damned salty even with mustard and mayo.

Diane:
Jessica once had a friend from church spend the night.
Later the girl's mom told me what a great cook
her daughter said I was. I had to laugh.
One of our meals was fried bologna sandwiches.
And for breakfast we had chopped up bananas 'n' milk.

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A few days later,
this follow - up from

Peg:
On another note, I love the way things happen.
Just the other day we were talking about fried bologna ( baloney)
and then just today I was reading a Stephen King book
in which he mentions fried bologna.
It’s not something I think about often
and yet, two instances in such a short time.

Me:
I love that too! Synchronicity!
(What did I tell you?!?!)

Peg:
Yes! I couldn't remember the word.

Diane:
The universe is trying to tell you something.
Maybe: eat fried bologna!

Me:
I was thinking the same thing —
that it’s a message from the universe!
But is it truly a message to eat more baloney,
or a metaphor for________????

Peg:
Dan bought baloney today before I told him
about my coincidence, so I'm taking it as a sign.
Fried baloney tomorrow for lunch!

Me:
Wow! The universe really did mean baloney!

Peg:
Perhaps after I have it, there will be world peace.
One can hope. But probably just indigestion.
The universe just likes to play with us that way

Bruce:
I just read the baloney discussion.
I had a fried baloney and egg sandwich for supper tonight!

Me:
Now it feels like we’re moving from synchronicity to spooky!
Or maybe the Secrets of the Universe are a Bunch of Baloney!

Aaron:
My contribution to the conversation;
and I'll bet you can't say it without singing it:

Me:
I'll see your OSCAR MAYER BOLOGNA
and raise you one OSCAR MAYER WEINER!
Ear Worm for the Day:

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Kale, Caesar!

Do you think they meant it to be funny,
or just a coincidence?
Hail, Caesar!
Sounds Like a Jeopardy! Category -- the way they love puns!

Speaking of which . . .

I have been shocked, shocked recently by the plethora of missed clues! We have follwed Jeopardy! for years, but more and more, the show seems to resemble a random fact contest rather than a challenge of cultural literacy.

Sadly, just the other day, no one knew that Memorial Day used to be called Decoration Day -- didn't I just explain this (and not for the first time!) a few weeks ago? Sigh.

It's tough when the missed answer is a topic dear to your heart. My son was dismayed when no one knew that Aldous Huxley wrote The Doors of Perception. He couldn't help himself: "These fools on Jeopardy need some education. This is why society is going to sh-t."

We all happened to be watching on the infamous evening when none of the contestants could fill in the blank with the word hallowed.

"Our Father, who art in heaven, ________ be thy name."

On the same night, no one knew that

1. “Gentian” = blue

2. “Gather ye rosebuds” = a poetic metaphor for youth

3. National Velvet = a horse novel / movie starring Elizabeth Taylor

4. Big Daddy = father figure from the play / movie Cat in a Hot Tin Roof -- also starring Elizabeth Taylor, but that wasn’t part of the question. Still, it made me feel kinda bad for Elizabeth Taylor. One by one her big films are losing their currency. Even though two different titles popped up — in two different categories — no one recognized either one. Poor Liz! Alas, I've seen this has happen before to Judy Garland & Robert Redford.

A few days after "The Lord's Prayer" fiasco, we watched a 2022 re-run with another string of embarrassing non - answers. All on the same show, no one guessed

1. that Sugarloaf Mountain is in Rio de Janeiro

2. the meaning of the phrase How many angels on the head of pin

3. the color pattern of the Luna moth (visual cue)

4. the identity of Zooey Deschanel

A cartoon which pretty well captures
the typical Jeopardy! contestant's
knowledge of the Old & New Testaments:
Additional recent biblical misses:

1.
the meaning of "prodigal," as in "Prodigal Son"

2.
A: Ancient biblical manuscripts discovered in 1947.
Q:

No one guessed "The Dead Sea Scrolls" . . .
but someone guessed "The Ten Commandments."
Sigh . . .

3. (on 12 July)
A: What book of the Bible contains the quote:
"Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death."

Q: The 23rd Psalm -- right?
[Actually, "23rd" was not required;
all you had to say was "Psalms."
But no one could even do that!

Okay, so the Jeopardy contestants
havent been to Sunday School,
but don’t they even go to funerals anymore?
Maybe that’s no longer a thing . . .

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P.S.
Not forgetting Weird Al:
Sometimes ya just have to sing along:
I Lost On Jeopardy!

P.P.S.
Not about Jeopardy:
For years, I have merged this
Ray Stevens / Barry Manilow
parody with Weird Al;
too many tabs open in my brain!
Maybe if I post it here, I can remember:

"We need you now Barry Manilow,
no one else can make us feel so yucky . . . "


P.P.P.S.
Not forgetting Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
"Avē Imperātor / Caesar moritūrī tē salūtant"
["Hail, Emperor / Caesar,
those who are about to die salute you"]

P.P.P.P.S.
On Erik's fb page
& Such Stuff as Dreams

Friday, June 16, 2023

Bloomsday Lunch

Happy Bloomsday!
Today is the day to enjoy
a gorgonzola sandwich and a glass of burgundy
-- in honor of Leopold Bloom & James Joyce's Ulysses!
[More ~ here]

Photo credit: I picked this one -- not from Dublin,
but from Gerry's Cousin Jonny's fine pub
in Edinburgh: Pickles of Broughton

The Gate

I had no idea that the gate I would step through
to finally enter this world

would be the space my brother's body made. He was
a little taller than me: a young man

but grown, himself by then,
done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet,

rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold
and running water.

This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
And I'd say, What?

And he'd say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I'd say, What?

And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.


Marie Howe (b 1950)

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Betsy Ross House

Happy ~ Flag Day!
The Upholstery Shop
at the Betsy Ross House

The bedroom is directly above the upholstery shop,
at the front of the building.
The bedhangings were sewn in Betsy's shop.

Her uncle, George Ross,
signed The Declaration of Independence
and suggested that Betsy sew the flag.

The Bedroom
An unusually quiet moment in front of
The Betsy Ross House 239 Arch Street

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Summer Begins

There’s so much silence around --
weather went standstill.
No wind moving
no trees, branches, or grass waving,
pedestrians have gone other places
or taken other ways to get their feet moving.
What’s going on?
First weekend of summer break.
Missing movement.


Thanks to my friend
Beata Ribeiro
for this start of summer poem!
I love it!
Poached this pic from Blue Moon Diner!

Friday, June 9, 2023

Yellow Leaves in June

Cottonwood Tree in Spring (1943)
Georgia O'Keeffe (1887 - 1986)
[some other renditions]
Barely June

I stopped short on the sidewalk
and went back to the peonies,
bowing low from last night's downpour.
I had passed them with just a glance.
Now I lifted a bedraggled blossom
to my nose, inhaling damp perfume.

Who was I to ignore pale pink peonies?
I should know by now that if I look away,
beauty may not be blooming when my gaze returns.
The lilacs have turned to rust, and orange goblets
that were poppies are now folded tissue.

It's barely June, yet waiting for me
on my doorstep this morning
was a yellow cottonwood leaf.


by Francine Tolf
in her book Spill Some New Brigtness
Or these magnolia leaves . . .

Many thanks
to Contemporary American writer Francine Tolf
for allowing me to share her poems on my blog:
on The Fortnightly
on The Quotidian Kit
on Kitti's List

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Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Topping: Find - A - Gravesite

Alanson Niles Topping
1871 - 1955

&

Lettie Bartley Topping
1886 – 1957 (m. 1911)

&

Ina Bartlett Topping
1872 – 1908 (m. 1895)

Last Memorial Day, I was on a quest to find this gravesite before we moved from Indiana to Virginia, and I no longer had the chance. Gerry and I had lived from 2004 - 2022 in the same big old Victorian farmhouse that had belonged to the Toppings from 1911 - 1955.

I knew the correct cemetery:
and thanks to find - a - grave,
I soon had the precise location.
Sec B lot 155
6 rows from main drive
Here are the landmarks:

Along the edge of the driveway, go back
4 rows of large stones with the names reading:
Mathieson
Cosma
Cosma
Yelm
Turn in at Yelm (brown grave)
and walk down about four graves.

To your left,
looking straight into the woods,
you will see the big "Jones" stone:
To your right,
looking straight behind you,
you will see the caretaker cottage:
When you first drive in, if you
stand directly underneath the flagpole
and look straight back toward the woods,
you will be looking right at the grave.

If you zoom in, right between
“Mingh” & “Summers,” you’ll see “Jones,”
with “Topping” right in front
Paying my respects to the Toppings kind of made up for not getting to visit my parents’ and grandparents’ graves in Kansas for Memorial Day. I’ve gone down there fairly regularly throughout my life, but I'm not sure how long I can keep it up, especially now, from Virginia.

On the same visit, I found this one;
no one I know, but had to admire the way that
Elizabeth was allowed a little flair on her headstone!
[See also Everretta T. Parsons ~ AD 1815]

Sunday, June 4, 2023

Trinity Sunday

A Nursery Rhyme

Would not the sun
have lost its mind
if it said to the moon,
"Dear, give me more light."

For does not all the moon's
beauty and charm
come from he sun's existence;
could we even see the moon
if it was not for the sun's being?

. . . Would not a father
have lost his mind
if he locked his child
into a room from which
the child could not possibly escape,
and then the man beat the child
for not being able to escape?

. . . It would be insane of God
to ever make us. . . feel bad
for not giving more light,
more love, more obedience,
more anything that God might want.*

And don't tell me of free will.
That is just a compassionate
nursery rhyme

that can be helpful to believe,
if you are infirm.


St. John of the Cross (1542 - 1591)
Translations by Daniel Ladinsky (and me)
Grandma Rosanne's Pantry Door
Gerry's mom (RIP) saved every sticker I ever sent!
A joy to send and to receive ~ so nice to know that!

************

For more on this topic,
see the sermon "One More Year"
by Nadia Bolz-Weber:
"I assumed this was a parable [The Fig Tree, in Luke 13] about how God impatiently judges our lack of spiritual productivity . . .

[Then] "it dawned on me that the vineyard owner doesn’t sound like the God I know, the God revealed in Jesus Christ. The God who came to dwell with us full of grace and truth, the God who doles out forgiveness . . . "

Friday, June 2, 2023

The Day That's In It

“Renew thyself completely each day;
do it again, and again, and forever again.”

King Tching Thang / quoted by Thoreau
Hanging Window Charm ~ Souvenir from Bangkok

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have posted these two poems previously,
but it seems they deserve a joint appearance,
pairing so naturally, with their matching titles:

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.


Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)
Days

What I admire most about days
Is their immaculate sense of timing.

They appear
inevitably
at first light

Eke
themselves out slowly
over noon

Then edge surefootedly
toward evening

To bow out
at the very soupcon
of darkness.

Spot on cue, every time.


Roger McGough (b. 1937)
(More by McGough,
a Liverpool Poet for all seasons . . . )
Another sad headstone
at the cemetery near our house.
He died barely a week beyond his 21st birthday
Sep. 8. 1818 ~ Sep. 19. 1839
"A student of the university of va."