Last 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?

does this sound familiar?

what are little girls made of
snips and snails and puppy dog tails
and that's what little girls are made of.

did I get this right?
painted on the closet doors

what are little boys made of...?

I may have it mixed up?

Lovely Snowfall Video

See Paul Davis' beautiful video "Requiem for a Snowfall", here. It reminds me of spring snow in Wisconsin.

Mom's food...come on sisters

yummy to this day

baby june peas

Mummy's stitching

"Burn your candle at both ends..." given to Uncle Paul "Pops" and Aunt LuLu

been thinking about Dad lately

Twist and Shout!

ACK ACK ACK SNOW

Osprey's snow post brought back these snippets of memory:

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.

Shoveling until I thought my heart would give out, and hardly getting anywhere.

Painting the lawn furniture on a hot april morning, then having the paint ruined by 8 inches of snow on it that afternoon.

Inchworm

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.

Hans Christian Andersen:Danny Kaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJzwC_8f6nA&feature=related


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXi3bjKowJU

sisters song: you really must listen to this...!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YhTKiFEMAg&feature=related

Tina Schober

Mueller, Christina Mary (nee: Schober)

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.

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.

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.

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" .

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

while searching for mom's obit-

Flatley, Robert Hugh

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.
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
Supreme Court. Bob was a lifelong Packer fan.

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.

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
aspirations of humanity.

our her-story or not on Mackinac Island

Image of the Murray Hotel

How about a little help, I'm curious if any of you know this family history.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackinac_Island
Murray Road (159): Road from Leslie Avenue Through Old Fort Gardens to Crooked Tree Drive.

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.”

What If WE Went Back?

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?

Cofrin Family

I found Peter, Tish, Doug, and Andrew: no John or Penny

Peter Cofrin- a neighborhood friend

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.
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?
http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080711/GPG0101/80711039/1206/GPG01

Remember eating Roasted Pepitas

while combing my hair

while combing my hair


I yanked and pulled
a tortoise shell comb
thru mahogany stained tresses
and this is what I found:
Buddha's teachings
a tickle session with my sister
my first menses
afterbirth of my son
scent of pine-tar
snap of rider cards
mother breaking dishes
sis reciting "WRECK OF THE HESPERUS"
desk drumbeat of daddy's nails
mate on one knee
nutty scented roasting brown-rice

all tangled in my hair
and released upon my shoulders

flight of the rare bird

a soft purr of red
she fled
over midnight terrain

airport run-a-way rearview mirror
overhead New York plane roared
lost her head
as mirrored bits
flew off her fist

an insistent wail
hot on her tail
broken clouds forever rain

a stolen glance back
flash of red lights
they had arrived

closing in
blue uniforms
grabbed at manic butterfly

trail of soot black tears
over sallow cheeks
crush of glass

forced into a beige cocoon
wrapped too tightly
and no ribbon
she collapsed

pretty mama pretty
your turquoise dream
what a pity
birthday package of pain

Happy Birthday Dragon Lady