Family, Nova Scotia | Posted by Jannie on 30 September 2011 @ 8:00 PM
I just remembered I once had a red velvet blazer
I usually wore with a skyblue calico long ruffled skirt
and an off-white semi-fancy key-hole tee shirt.
Lord only knows what I had on my feet.
Actually, very smart leather sandals until it snowed.
I was 14, and the recent 4-H public-speaking champ
in my age division, snagging Provincials in Fredericton
for my spiel on how CB radios had transformed the world.
Next I leapt up to Maritime level where
I spent a whirlwind whole 4 days in Halifax,
a metropolis of then probably 100,000!!
(I lived 15 miles outside a town of 15,000.)
In Halifax I got to stay in a 3-story hotel!!!
with 50 other public-speaking teen hopefuls.
There I discovered the magic of a disco ball,
the bliss of hard meringue and learned from
the bread-baking demonstration twins how to
properly eat soup, as taught to them by nuns.
Proud to say I’ve been holding and dipping my
spoon correctly for over 33 years now, thanks to
the bread twins so cute in matching kerchiefs!
The twins won in their demo division,
beating out my hometown Johnny Branch
with his blood-squirting first-aid dummy.
I remember each time a camera
flashed during the twins’ performance
they’d smile, as if possibly their grins
would appear retroactively on film.
Funny, the things you remember.
Anyway, back to my red velvet blazer.
It came from some hand-me-down grab-bag,
and I wore it at the competition in Halifax.
I remember other things from that trip too.
Like, Sheila from P.E.I. puking on the spider
and “Bat Out Of Hell” being THE album.
I could probably tell you more, like how on
the drive home I pretended I wasn’t really
hungry when we stopped for lunch, ordering
only a small fry and water because I was too
proud or too ashamed (or both) to admit I
only had $1.75 spending money left, but no.
I’ll divulge no more of this today, my friend.
I will say my “Breaker-breaker good buddy,
we got a skatin’ rink east of the hole in the wall…”
speech did not win the Maritime competition.
I came in 3rd of 3, losing to a boy who spoke
about the Sable Island ponies, and the grand
winner, who effused from her heart about how
she loved books. Wonder where she is and what
she remembers about Halifax, August 1978.
~~~ end of wanderment..
My niece this past summer in My Hometown…
And her brother, back the lane from Mom & Dad’s red barn and red-roofed house…
As I’ve mentioned, my Irish forepeeps were deeded that land around 1830.
And Nephew on the beach this summer at Mom and Dad’s cottage, about 7 miles from their farm house…
They are both SO cute, and precious. I was not able to get home this summer, but I WILL next.
(Snagged those 3 pix off my sis’ FB page.)
P.S. There are 3 Canadian Maritime provinces…
1. New Brunswick – capital city Fredericton
2. Nova Scotia — capital city Halifax
3. Prince Edward Island (P.E.I.) — capital city Charlottetown
End of post!!
Jannie
xoxooxxoxo
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one with an awesome Friday Flash 55 shirt…
a dear auntie to Kelly…
an excellent Rooftop Yodeler…
every inch the sailor…
and every inch of love and fun I could imagine.
Wait — no fiction! I DO have a sister who is all that and beautifully much more!
Love you, Rosie!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday on the 8th!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Well, golly gee, that was 55 words. Is there a G-Man of Friday Flash Fiction in the house???
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long after I got Jim’s call at the Krispy Kreme
long after Kalyani was there to catch my fall
I wrote a letter to Aunt Sue on my best stationery.
No sense having all those real-pressed-flower
fine cotton papers just hanging around in boxes
with no one getting any enjoyment out of them.
Aunt Sue has recently gone deaf
and I miss our phone calls.
She is Dad’s “baby” sister
for whom yours truly is named.
Dad also has one brother living,
Uncle Ken, on the adjacent farm
in the Canadian Maritimes
Aunt Sue lives near Toronto.
Uncle Wes, Uncle Wayne, Aunt Jean, Aunt Bess and Aunt Day have all passed on.
Used the last of my old humming bird stamps on her letter.
And that return address label.
I got the Smiley Face stickers as a surprise in a
Wonderful Package from this fine fine lady.
I’ll explain them in a post here one day.
So, one off my list, whooooohoooo. I’m on letters-writing fire now, people!!
This is Jo’s card I’m still writing on…
Pretty, eh? On linen-laid cotton.
Raoul Dufy’s “The Baie des Anges at Nice” — 1926.
Remember Jo — my “panpal” since 1994?
Remember us at that pub in England in 1999?
And here we are with her daughter Pascell, the first time they came to Texas…
What year was that, Jo? 1997? ‘98?
And Jo recently…
And after I was home from writing Aunt Sue’s letter that day I snapped this with my iPhone…
Mieshka had been with us 2 days.
There you have it for today.
With love, from Jannie Sue Muffin.
P.S. I see I actually had the date wrong on Aunt Sue’s letter. That Friday was really the 15th, not the 16th.
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Family, Photography | Posted by Jannie on 21 July 2011 @ 7:38 AM
hay, guess what we haz in our house?!!
a bran new kitty!
she name iz meeshka.
she 11 weeks olde and bin with us for 7 days.
she so kurious.
she getting all in my jannies bizniss.
she reely on the moves a lot, hard for my jannies kamera to fokus sumtimes.
at ferst meeshka was thinking my jannies chair was reelly meeshkas chair.
evree time my jannie was turning around, there was meeshka on my jannies chair.
so… my jannie maeked meeshka she own speshill green throne. wit a pilow!
see how nise is she throne!!
but meeshka not falling for the throne trick.
she not stoopid.
she keep sneeking back to my jannies chair, the one wit the best view.
meeshka iz rooling the roosts i thinks.
(pleeze dont look too mutch at my jannies klutter, she stil orginizing she life.)
so…
now my jannie sits on the green throne, wich my jannie do akshually lieks.
meeshka has good karmas i think.
meeshka is also taeking lessins from a spy for lerning to hide in laundrees and jump out at peepil.
i loves meeshka!
she is mutch welkim to our famlee.
~~ end of my poste ~~
wit loves from me — Blue Bunny, butt yoo can calls me BB.
oxoxoxo
p.s. my kelly wants yoo to know the reel speling of she name is Mieshka.
thanks yoo wit mor loves agin.
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Once there was a very handsome, very artistic man
who bought an old cabin on the beach in Nova Scotia,
remodeled it, lived in it a while, and sold it in 1987.
In 1989, a woman who moved to Nova Scotia was out
bicycling, saw the beach house and fell in love with it.
Soon she met the man who built it and they married.
Eventually they were blessed with a daughter, “The Pea,” as in Sweet Pea.
Last week in a Most Excellent Recording Studio the woman
sang and played guitar for the rough draft of “You,” the song
she wrote for the very handsome, very artistic man she loves.
Here are the lyrics…
“YOU”
Verse 1:
You came along at last with a song
I waited to hear forever
You standing there with October in your hair,
Your eyes like the ocean,
The bluest blue, eyes I fell into
Verse 2.
You took my heart in your hands with your art
Then we talked for hours
You walked me home when the moon was our own
And the stars started singing
The way they do when dreams come true
Bridge:
You put your arm ’round my shoulder
And then, I reached up for your hand
Everything changed in that moment forever
The way love had planned for me and you
Verse 3.
You here with me in a house near the sea,
The Child upstairs dreaming
You say my name and my heart tells my brain
To hold you forever
Here like this, lost inside a kiss with you
You, you, you….
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The woman feels brave enough today to email you
the free “You” basic song outline, with flaws and all.
Just leave a comment here and “she’ll” send you it.
Posted with love by Jannie of the Jazzment.
xoxoxooxoxoxxo
Yes, the pix show the actual beach house Jim built from the old shack he added onto and renovated.
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