tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243475502024-03-13T23:07:46.498-05:00918On a quiet street sat a large light green house with a stone porch & white pillars. The bay windows on either side of the front door were crowned with leaded glass panels. Inside the house lived five extraordinary girls with two remarkable parents. They were American born Irish catholics. Within this house every emotion was to be played out & sometimes carried to the extreme. Let's take a peek inside, shall we...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-41891087764238167642015-05-31T17:13:00.001-05:002015-05-31T17:13:10.024-05:00The Flatley Immigrants to USA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is one page of several sent to me by our Dad in 1980. It may lead to other discoveries if someone wants to look into it. On the first page it says that the name was O'Flaithfhileadh in Irish. I think this is what Robyn used for her blog?</b></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-66541189442111380902015-05-31T13:25:00.000-05:002015-05-31T13:25:20.090-05:00Robyn and Betsy<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>An old photo but a great one of my two beautiful sisters, Robyn and Betsy.</b></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-70047538026807403952015-05-31T13:18:00.001-05:002015-05-31T13:19:53.517-05:00Betsy Missive ... No Date<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<br />Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-76160144672800852002015-05-31T13:06:00.001-05:002015-05-31T13:06:55.842-05:00Birthday Note from Mom circa 1991?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Even in a birthday wish, my mother had to remind me of my birth story. Oh well.</b></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-30728770277211252432015-05-31T12:58:00.002-05:002015-05-31T12:58:58.409-05:00Letter from D.O.D. (Dear Old Dad), 1988<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-17875423094316793682009-05-10T19:11:00.002-05:002009-05-10T19:14:33.000-05:00Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiARP6KpoZA/Sgdtwhdrp0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Fnpfdr1Rwh4/s1600-h/she+and+she.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiARP6KpoZA/Sgdtwhdrp0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Fnpfdr1Rwh4/s320/she+and+she.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334352964027656002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiARP6KpoZA/SgdtwoLP6FI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-M7eDST2Kfs/s1600-h/Mother+and+I.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiARP6KpoZA/SgdtwoLP6FI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-M7eDST2Kfs/s320/Mother+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334352965829388370" border="0" /></a>botzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03908642968461177022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-15808015624446713622009-05-01T14:48:00.002-05:002009-05-01T14:57:21.015-05:00Last night I woke up from a 918 nightmare. The dream involved both the dinning room and attic doors with male and female grabbing hands. Deeply disturbing. What happened in that house?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-18548932101647533582009-04-22T19:26:00.002-05:002009-04-22T19:28:57.851-05:00does this sound familiar?what are little girls made of<br />snips and snails and puppy dog tails<br />and that's what little girls are made of.<br /><br />did I get this right?<br />painted on the closet doors<br /><br />what are little boys made of...?<br /><br />I may have it mixed up?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-5096132949479066762009-03-17T12:12:00.002-05:002009-03-17T12:15:07.403-05:00Lovely Snowfall Video<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"><strong>See Paul Davis' beautiful video "Requiem for a Snowfall", </strong></span><a href="http://vimeo.com/3462923"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"><strong>here</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"><strong>. It reminds me of spring snow in Wisconsin.</strong></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-17469997464609055432009-03-02T21:39:00.001-05:002009-03-02T21:43:11.562-05:00Mom's food...come on sistersyummy to this day<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SayZH7c80pI/AAAAAAAAArs/bY_Od-7H1U4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SayZH7c80pI/AAAAAAAAArs/bY_Od-7H1U4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308786422260224658" /></a><br />baby june peasUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-42845491490900490462009-02-08T18:06:00.003-05:002009-02-08T18:08:55.674-05:00Mummy's stitching"Burn your candle at both ends..." given to Uncle Paul "Pops" and Aunt LuLu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SY9loZHCfQI/AAAAAAAAApM/htrPoUJS-0g/s1600-h/Mummy+stiched.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SY9loZHCfQI/AAAAAAAAApM/htrPoUJS-0g/s400/Mummy+stiched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300567031047945474" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-12801581296225513492009-02-01T20:29:00.000-05:002009-02-01T20:31:15.834-05:00been thinking about Dad lately<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SYZMzmsXhZI/AAAAAAAAApE/ESgehJhIITc/s1600-h/i14085824584Unive.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SYZMzmsXhZI/AAAAAAAAApE/ESgehJhIITc/s400/i14085824584Unive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298006461091644818" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-27505122176570050882009-01-02T15:16:00.003-05:002009-01-02T15:19:14.380-05:00Twist and Shout!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6TIEkB4_F8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6TIEkB4_F8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-57399345878707455652008-12-24T18:03:00.005-05:002008-12-24T18:08:58.757-05:00ACK ACK ACK SNOW<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Osprey's <a href="http://www.atomic-raygun.com/2008/12/hmmm.html"><span style="color:#3366ff;">snow post</span></a> brought back these snippets of memory:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Walking through crusted snow in my rubber, faux-fur-topped boots, feeling the icy crust scraping my calves raw and red, with tears freezing on my face.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Shoveling until I thought my heart would give out, and hardly getting anywhere.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Painting the lawn furniture on a hot april morning, then having the paint ruined by 8 inches of snow on it that afternoon.</strong></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-89493392478308011502008-12-23T09:35:00.001-05:002008-12-23T09:36:36.090-05:00Inchworm<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJ8Lwm2h1Q8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJ8Lwm2h1Q8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>On Youtube there is a slot to the right of the video screen that is labeled "Embed". If you copy that information, you can have the video play right in the blog, as above.</strong></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-13437963383277058152008-11-01T14:00:00.004-05:002008-11-01T14:20:01.241-05:00Hans Christian Andersen:Danny Kayehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJzwC_8f6nA&feature=related<br /><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXi3bjKowJU<br /><br />sisters song: you really must listen to this...!<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YhTKiFEMAg&feature=relatedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-83879288019897137902008-09-20T14:40:00.002-05:002008-09-20T14:41:15.375-05:00Tina Schober<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SNVRyZ2mz6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/hGs9n-46uBY/s1600-h/bilde.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SNVRyZ2mz6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/hGs9n-46uBY/s400/bilde.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190867145412514" /></a><br />Mueller, Christina Mary (nee: Schober)<br /><br />Our dear, loving Chrissie (Tina) was called by our Lord Jesus to her Heavenly home on Aug. 16, 2008, after a courageous battle with many illnesses over the past four years.<br /><br />Christina was born in Green Bay, Wis., on June 10, 1952, to Ruth (Christoph) and Leonard Schober. She graduated from St. Joseph Academy in 1970, attended Mt. Senario College, and received an associate degree from NWTI in Police Science.<br /><br />On Aug. 16, 1974, she married James Mueller, of New Holstein. She was preceded in death by her husband (April 30, 2004), her parents, and mother-in-law, Mary Olszewski.<br /><br />She is survived by her brothers and sisters, Thomas (Suzan) Schober, Green Bay; Prudy (Christopher) Smith, McKnightstown, Penn.; Cathleen (David) Holmes, Racine; William (Lisa) Schober, Chicago; and John (Ann) Schober, Dubuque, Iowa; her devoted father-in-law, Roger Olszewski. She will be especially missed by her dear sister-in-law and friend, Doreen (Paul) Balazs, who loyally acted as caretaker of Christina before and following Jim's death. She is also survived by brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, Paul (Annie) Mueller, John Mueller, Pat Mueller, Mark (Angie) Mueller, Mike (Sue) Mueller, Mary (Pat) Dugan, Bob (Marybeth) Mueller, Tom (Jody) Mueller, and many nieces and nephews. Also left to miss Chris is her darling cat, "Angel" .<br /><br />During their 30 year marriage, Jim and Chris opened their home and arms to several foster children, including, Christine Abler, who they adopted, Tammy Standifur and Kim Beu and their children.<br /><br />Chris had a happy smile, and was very warm and loving to everyone she met. She was devoted to her husband, Jimmy, her family and friends.<br /><br />She enjoyed needlework, and often made special hand crafted ornaments and pictures for family and friends, as well as rosaries and scapulars for her church.<br /><br />The family wishes to thank Willowdale Nursing Home for their caring staff. A special thank you goes to Dr. Dennis Pleviak, for knowing Christina so well and ministering to her unique needs with prompt, tender care. A huge thank you to all the nurses and doctors, social workers and hospice workers at Calumet Medical Center and Sheboygan Memorial Hospitals. And finally, thank you, to all her friends at Taft Street Apartments for surrounding Chris with love while she grieved the loss of her dear husband.<br /><br />A traditional Latin Mass will be held on Sept. 13, 2008, at 1 p.m. at St. Michael's Church, 1784 Chapelle Rue, West De Pere, Wis., with Father Bolduc officiating. Family will greet friends in the main hall following the Mass.<br /><br />Memorials can be made to Willowdale Nursing Home, the Diabetes Foundation of America, Aurora Visiting Nurses of Wisconsin Hospice, Visiting Nurses of Calumet County, Taft Street Apartments, New Holstein.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-57337956210396842802008-08-01T18:39:00.002-05:002008-08-01T18:44:22.795-05:00while searching for mom's obit-Flatley, Robert Hugh<br /><br />Robert Hugh Flatley, 91, Green Bay, a man loved for his warmth and humor died Feb. 14, 2000 at a local nursing home. He was born in Chicago, July 3, 1908.<br />Bob's career began at age ten, working in his uncle's store, Callaghan Grocery on the West Side of Green Bay. He worked summers as a surveyor on Mackinac Island, attended St. Norbert College and went on to graduate from University of Wisconsin Law School and practiced law in Green Bay until the 1990's. Among many accomplishments he was in the FBI during World War II, was a Taft delegate to the 1952 Republican convention, belonged to the Lions Club, was President of the Green Bay School Board and was admitted to the United States<br />Supreme Court. Bob was a lifelong Packer fan.<br /><br />He is survived by his wife of 62 years, Margaret Murray Flatley; and five daughters, Anne Taylor, Houston, Texas; Sherry Trenchard, Lake Bluff, Ill.; Ellen Martens, North Tonawanda, N.Y.; Robyn Flatley, Brattleboro, Vt.; and Betsy Berres, Portland, Ore. Ten grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren also survive him.<br /><br />A memorial service will be held at Schauer & Schumacher Funeral Home, 340 S. Monroe St., Saturday, Feb. 19, 2000 at 11 a.m.To Dad from his loving Daughters From your twinkling Irish eyes to your true loyalty and discretion, you were a father for all seasons and we daughters will celebrate our memories of you all of our lives. We truly cherish the way you lived in accordance with the highest<br /> aspirations of humanity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-17086673991435592362008-07-31T16:55:00.004-05:002008-08-01T08:58:17.384-05:00our her-story or not on Mackinac IslandImage of the Murray Hotel<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SJMWP0EtmyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F_so8CCvwfQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SJMWP0EtmyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F_so8CCvwfQ/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229548053239536418" /></a><br />How about a little help, I'm curious if any of you know this family history.<br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackinac_Island<br />Murray Road (159): Road from Leslie Avenue Through Old Fort Gardens to Crooked Tree Drive.<br /><br />Rev. Patrick Bernard Murray, an early Catholic missionary on the Island, was badly frozen in an attempt to reach a sick Indian on a dark night. The name of this road my also be termed a tribute to the distinguished Murray family which is so thoroughly interwoven with the history of Michigan. It was on the Murray farm that the grave of Father Marquette was discomered in 1877. Mrs. Murray, of the New Murray Hotel, is noted for her generous hospitality and gracious manner. She has been frequently called “The Queen of the Island.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-33159305167065961922008-07-24T13:34:00.002-05:002008-07-24T13:36:52.242-05:00What If WE Went Back?<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWW5XG8guiQ/SIjLb6dV_-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/NeZISFaRaYk/s1600-h/peggysue.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226651047972700130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWW5XG8guiQ/SIjLb6dV_-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/NeZISFaRaYk/s320/peggysue.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Just a thought. I am watching "Peggy Sue Got Married", and I wonder what I would do if I were back in high school? What would YOU do, knowing what you know now?<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span>Ellen McCormick Martenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13038378496712513630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-24044664854936035832008-07-13T07:58:00.001-05:002008-07-13T08:01:50.845-05:00Cofrin FamilyI found Peter, Tish, Doug, and Andrew: no John or Penny<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHn8E5TZugI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LZrxHeAmVmk/s1600-h/Peter,Tish-%26-family,-Doug-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHn8E5TZugI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LZrxHeAmVmk/s400/Peter,Tish-%26-family,-Doug-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222482403944675842" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHn8E-eYWUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/uQkREHDYg9M/s1600-h/Andrew-Cofrin-in-1981.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHn8E-eYWUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/uQkREHDYg9M/s400/Andrew-Cofrin-in-1981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222482405332900162" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-44135717704655552172008-07-12T16:18:00.004-05:002008-07-15T22:39:38.679-05:00Peter Cofrin- a neighborhood friend<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SH1tWs_VRDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oaERal7lSZE/s1600-h/Peter-1981.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SH1tWs_VRDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oaERal7lSZE/s400/Peter-1981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223451379620987954" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHkjvqymdUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/po2_oiLDPLE/s1600-h/Peter-Cofrin-2007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHkjvqymdUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/po2_oiLDPLE/s400/Peter-Cofrin-2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222244544760149314" /></a><br />I am sure dying of lung cancer is painful and difficult. I am so sorry Peter probably suffered. I feel the loss of a neighborhood friend. <br />I took a moment to ponder all our neighborhood- wish I had stayed closer to them. Oh dear. Life is terribly transient, isn't it?<br />http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080711/GPG0101/80711039/1206/GPG01Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-35078091030994452592008-07-10T20:35:00.002-05:002008-07-10T20:40:19.909-05:00Remember eating Roasted Pepitas<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHa563OWuaI/AAAAAAAAAas/w7WWLd3NEWc/s1600-h/g266.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/SHa563OWuaI/AAAAAAAAAas/w7WWLd3NEWc/s400/g266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221565238890379682" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24347550.post-89750439254078939572008-06-27T16:58:00.001-05:002008-06-27T16:58:55.257-05:00while combing my hairwhile combing my hair<br /><br /><br />I yanked and pulled<br />a tortoise shell comb<br />thru mahogany stained tresses<br />and this is what I found:<br />Buddha's teachings<br />a tickle session with my sister<br />my first menses<br />afterbirth of my son<br />scent of pine-tar <br />snap of rider cards<br />mother breaking dishes<br />sis reciting "WRECK OF THE HESPERUS"<br />desk drumbeat of daddy's nails <br />mate on one knee<br />nutty scented roasting brown-rice<br /><br />all tangled in my hair <br />and released upon my shouldersUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2