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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Sep-30-2009

I really do have to buy some new speakers for my computer. We have about 4 computers in our house, and depending upon the age, the speed and presence ( or lack ) of speakers of each computer, we all shuffle about. You know , Sims2 on this one, Sims3 on that one, email here.

Yup, I know. I’m here saying life can be such a bitch when we have four computers.

And yet, and yet, I do have to get speakers for my computer ( for whatever reason, the advent of Vista killed my speakers). This evening I had such a craving to hear a certain song. A Google search did not lead me in the right direction at all ( I know, I can’t hear it, but still…), so I shuffled downstairs and asked The Boy who *really * sang it.

And of course he knew.

Before I give a link to a song that I cannot hear ( and , jeepers, he does look like *he who shall never be named again*, doesn’t he ? ), I shall give my usual the road to hell excuse, that I actually did chat about Arsenal last night with The Boy ( She does ?!!) and Persie (?) was in papers today…I was loading up with good intentions…

But here I am, a born loner.

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry

I’ve never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a Robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder just where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry

I really do have to work on my backbone, don’t I ?

But The Father has been away for almost a month ( ok, he was home for about a week in between, but sick as a dog…). What I miss the very most is simply being able to move over to the other side of the bed, when I find myself awake at 3.15 in the morning, and feeling the warm skin of the boy I fell in love with 30 years ago.

I shall add even more treacle to the story : to smell the scent of him in those classically dark hours of the soul.

I really do have to work on my backbone, don’t I ?

Hank Williams, of course.

The Boy and I listen to different versions for about an hour. Neither of us will ever admit that anyone could sing the song better than Hank, but this is also a very fine version ( The Boy’s speakers work).

The News

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Sep-2-2005

A few people have asked me what I am seeing on the news. In the past few years, I have learned- much to my sorrow- that the news here usually is not really what is seen there.

Now it is. A link to Dutch news. Under Foto-overzicht, we are seeing the same terrible tableaux.

We went to New Orleans about two years ago, Daddy, the kids and I. Much of it- like everything but the French Quarter- reminded me of the part of Detroit my Grandma lived in.

And some of the pictures I see now, remind me of the pictures that we saw of Detroit, back when we lived in Frankfurt, in 1967.

Cindy ? Dennis ?

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jul-10-2005

Oh, some Tropical Storm is supposed to hit us Monday, at 2pm. I don’t in particular like to be a drag, a professional Henny Penny, but The Babyis terrified of storms. The papers say that we might loose power and so I ask wicked step-mother if we can have some candles.

I am ashamed of being such a watje, but The Baby gets so frightened….

We all have flash lights now. Daddy tells me that they have a tornado room in their basement. People sortof mock me, but I say, well, you never know. I should just like to be prepared, know what I must do, if push comes to shove.

And I do remember crouching in the cellar of our home in Minnesota, listening to a very loud cricket strumming away, as we waited out a tornado warning flashing over our heads, a small battery powered radio feeding us instructions, telling us what we should do, as we huddled in the cellar off of Bucky’s fluffy, lavender bedroom.


Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-8-2005

At the quarter hour, the carillon in town plays a 12 note tune.

Translated, the lyrics would read : ‘m not afraid of the big bad wolf, not afraid.

An odd choice, don’t you think ?

Pot, Kettle

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Apr-19-2005

The Boy is in love. He is so happy. Today he had a rather tiresome day, as he usually does at the little hell hole down the street, but then, after he talked to her again, he is all roses in spring time.

And I walk a fine line when trying to keep his feet on the ground, for you see, he has fallen in love with a girl that he met on line, in a game.

Oh, I have told him no address yet, no phone numbers. I reminded him of that nice horsey girl The Girl met once on line, who turned out to be some pervert of a man down in Antwerp, but I don’t know how much this is sinking into his bedazzled and lonely head.

For you see, The Boy has met people that I met on line, nice people, fine people, why, like Catherine and Nean and Marjan. I point out to him that I have known these three why, maybe as long as six years and it was years and years until we finally met. So she could be very lovely indeed, why a soul mate, one never knows. Just give it time, I say, if she is the one, she will remain the one.

( We pause here : Th3e Boy calls up to me, they have picked a new pope ! He insists that I come downstairs, for- after all- this is history being made. And indeed it is. We eat our dinner from plates balanced on our laps, in front of the TV, which The Boy has tuned to CNN. And now, outside my windows the bells are ringing for the new pope.)

A fine, fine line which I must watch carefully. I know the dangers of the internet but also wonder if her parents fear that The Boy might be some adult pervert from Antwerp.

If she is what she appears to be, of course.


Posted by Mummy Dearest on Apr-2-2005

At around two in the afternoon today, one of the church bells began to ring in town. Actually, it was tolling, telling us that someone had died. The Boy came up to my little room of my own and asked me if perhaps the Pope had died- could we check CNN? I had heard the bells as well, wondered about them and went downstairs with The Boy, to check the news. As we flipped about, The Boy mentioned to me that his school was named after the Pope.

And he recalled me telling him that my mother had hung a picture of this Pope in our kitchen.

After all, it wasn’t every day that one had a polish Pope.

And I tell the children that he was a good man.

But no bells rang this evening in our town, not even from the Catholic church.

There is a statue of him in Hamtramck, mom’s home turf. And I have a soft spot for the man, I admit it.

Why didn’t our bells ring ?


Posted by Mummy Dearest on Mar-10-2005

I have spent today in a rather bewildered state. Yesterday, I clipped an article out of the newspaper which mentioned a new master’s program starting in Amsterdam. I mentioned it to The Girl and to The Father- my voice filled with longing-, I exchanged a few mails with a friend who confessed that a similar idea had occurred to them. At the end of the evening, the last email asked me what the program was.

As I was re-installing a program this morning ( which took me four tries to get right, computer expert indeed * but, but, the instructions were in Swedish !*), I found myself composing a response to that question. And out of the grey matter came this phrase : it’s really not all that different from archaeology.

And for the first time since I notified the U. of Arizona that I would not be entering their PhD program, I found myself looking back. Twenty years ago I walked away from Archaeology because I knew that as a profession it was not for me.

But I don’t need a profession any longer, I have grown up to be just what I am.

I drifted over to Leiden’s website and looked through their fields of specialization. Included are paleobotany and other science based studies.

After twenty years, my colleagues and my mentor have been proved correct : they told me that I could never walk away from it and not look back.

I seriously doubt that I will pursue any further studies, but I have at last stopped hating archaeology .

For having broken my heart.


Posted by Mummy Dearest on Dec-27-2004

The Father had contact with Maha today. During the holidays, they have been in touch every day, for extended periods of time. The Father and Maha are friends, have been for over a dozen years.

Today Maha told The Father that he had been in Chennai over our holidays, staying at that place that they rent out by the beach. A few minutes before the big wave, they left, good timing. They say the wave that hit the beach there was ten stories high.

So they say.

It hit the villa, crumpled up the care – taker and the wall surrounding the villa, left him with 15 stitches in his neck but his family of 5 is safe and sound.

But there are these two islands off of the coast- about 45,000 people live there, and the army is heading out to see what is left.

Maha says that the papers belittle the numbers. One can’t quite trust the printed word in India, he tells us.

And other places as well, I suppose.

Update On Prayers And All

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Mar-29-2003

here, via christine.


Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-26-2002

An important archive of 37 Marconi telegraph signals recorded on board R.M.S.Olympic, relating to the sinking of her sister ship, R.M.S.Titanic, are to be offered for sale in Warwick on Wednesday July 10th.

Warwick and Warwick – News section, from Warwick and Warwick, via Titanic 2002

The Titanic in Dundee :

From August 10th to 18th 2002, Dundee plays host to a range of organisations with one feature in common.

They are all dedicated to the memory of that outstandingly graceful and charismatic ocean liner, Titanic, which collided with an iceberg 90 years ago and then sank with the loss of over 1,500 lives.

Dundee is the city where Californian was built. This was the ship that appeared tantalizingly close to the stricken Titanic and which failed to heed the rockets fired in an attempt to highlight the vessel’s desperate plight.

To commemorate the 90th anniversary of Titanic’s foundering, the Maritime Volunteer Service is filling to the gunnels Shed 25 at Victoria Dock, Dundee, (pictured above) with a rich collection of artefacts and images, which will stimulate interest and amazement in young and old alike.