My Nature Abused

A broken branch
I grew
like a river split
in two

I reach back
hold that child,
shield that baby,
heal my baby-girl
who is me

One river
one tree
a woman grown

A Family Christmas 1963

Apparently Sherry took this picture with her Polaroid, because she is not in the photo at all, nor is Mom. I guess someone said something amusing, because Dad is laughing, and everyone else is smiling. I am not amused, but I no longer remember what was going on inside this pouting teenage girl.

Seated, from left to right:
Peter, Anne, Dillis, Ellen
Standing, from left to right:
Botz, Robyn, Dad

918 reborn 1965

Sure feels good to have this site come back to life.

yup, it's #4

Boxing and Wrestling

Dad enjoyed watching boxing and wrestling on television in the 50s, and I would watch it with him. I slowly became more and more repulsed by the violence of boxing and the mock violence of wrestling. I remember seeing "Gorgeous George", a platinum blonde wrestler who used to throw his hairpins into the audience as mementoes. I saw Rocky Graziano and other fighters.

I am not sure why these activities are any better than dog fighting, cock fighting or bull baiting. I would not ban them, because these people are fighting voluntarily, but I find it repugnant in the extreme.

Whatever Happened to Peanuts and Carrots

Long ago, there were two little redheads who used to come to dinner. One or the other would arrive, announcing her name, since they were two members of apparent triplets who all lived in our household. The third one was Botz, who we know as our sister, but these others claimed not to be related to us in any way. The fact that they were identical in looks to Botz made us suspect otherwise.

Peanuts and Carrots both had the same food preferences as Botz, although I think they really loved the foods after which they were named, as well.

I have often wondered what happened to these little girls since then! Maybe Botz can enlighten us?