Monday, May 12, 2025

Songs to Honor a Good Man #MusicMovesMe

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Today I am joining up with other Music Moves Me bloggers (and you can join us at the linky above). We are a group of music loving bloggers who blog about music each Sunday or Monday (or even later in the week). If you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only-meaning at least one music video, please! Otherwise, your post link may be labeled "No Music" or even removed.  

Our head host is Xmas Dolly, and our co-hosts are Cathy from Curious as a Cathy, joined by the knowledgeable Stacy of Stacy Uncorked and, last but not least, me.

Every other week we have a theme.  This week's theme is  "You Pick"

My last living uncle passed away earlier this month at the age of 100.  I was fortunate enough to be able to attend his memorial service via the magic of the Internet (aka Zoom).  I mentioned a little bit about him in my blog post yesterday.

My uncle was the lastborn of his six siblings (one of whom died as an infant), born into an immigrant family who had settled in Brooklyn. (Brooklyn is one of the five boroughs of New York City). My father's father owned a candy store in the Ocean Hill section of Brooklyn and all the children were expected to work long hours in the store. They lived in poverty, in an apartment that only had heat in one room (the kitchen).  

My uncle excelled as a student, but his mother died when he was only 10 years ago.  He was raised by his older siblings (including my father) and, eventually, he earned a PhD in chemistry. Much of his life was spent in the field of organic chemistry. But that only tells a part of his story.

As a college professor, he mentored many of his students.  When I first visited him as a teenager, he and his family were hosting an exchange student.

He loved to work with his hands, and loved poetry.  He memorized entire (long) poems like the one I posted yesterday.  I remember him reciting Oscar Wilde's The Ballard of Reading Gaol on a long drive.

When my spouse was in basic training in the military, I lived with his family for two months in a small town in Iowa called Fairfield.  Several years previously, my father and I had flown out to stay with him and his family for a week.  What an adventure that was for a New York City born and bred girl.

Here are a couple of my blog posts about my visits to Fairfield, Iowa.

Iowa

Why I Didn't Become a Librarian 

Some of the memories shared at the memorial service brought back happy memories of that time.

I wanted to share a song I remember from that time, and a couple of songs played at the memorial service. 


Mason Williams and Classical Gas was released in 1968, when we visited my uncle and his family out in Iowa for the first time.

One of my Iowa cousins introduced me to Larry Fast/Synergy and their cover of Slaughter on 10th Avenue during my 1976 stay with them.  You have to love electronic music to listen to this - for me, it was instant love.

And from the memorial service, two of my uncle's favorite songs.  

 Danny Boy was played by the pianist at the service so I decided on an instrumental.

Finally, John Denver and Take Me Home Country Roads.

My uncle didn't have an easy childhood or, in some ways, an easy adult life, but he impacted everyone (I suspect) he came in contact with.  May he forever rest in peace.

And that's a wrap.

Join me again next week for another episode of Music Moves Me.

Sunday, May 11, 2025

A Poem in Honor of a Good Man #ShadowshotSunday

His daughter love lilacs so much that she planned her 1995 wedding for when the lilacs were in bloom.

May 10

 Yesterday, I attended a memorial service (via Zoom) for my last living uncle, who passed away earlier this month at the age of 100.

From my yard, May 10

The youngest brother of my father, he was raised by his siblings, including my late father, when his mother died way too young.  He was a scientist and a man of many interests, including poetry.  I remember him reciting poems - long poems, at that.

Today I will honor my late uncle with a poem he used to recite to his children as they grew up in Texas and Iowa:  Some Little Bug by John Leroy Atwell, from 1915.

In these days of indigestion
    It is oftentimes a question
        As to what to eat and what to leave alone;
    For each microbe and bacillus
    Has a different way to kill us,
        And in time they always claim us for their own.
    There are germs of every kind
    In any food that you can find
        In the market or upon the bill of fare.
    Drinking water's just as risky
    As the so-called deadly whiskey,
        And it's often a mistake to breathe the air.

    Some little bug is going to find you some day,
    Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
        Then he'll send for his bug friends
        And all your earthly trouble ends;
    Some little bug is going to find you some day.

    The inviting green cucumber
    Gets most everybody's number,
        While the green corn has a system of its own;
    Though a radish seems nutritious
    Its behaviour is quite vicious,
        And a doctor will be coming to your home.
    Eating lobster cooked or plain
    Is only flirting with ptomaine,
        While an oyster sometimes has a lot to say,
    But the clams we cat in chowder
    Make the angels chant the louder,
        For they know that we'll be with them right away.

    Take a slice of nice fried onion
    And you're fit for Dr. Munyon,
        Apple dumplings kill you quicker than a train.
    Chew a cheesy midnight "rabbit"
    And a grave you'll soon inhabit
        Ah, to eat at all is such a foolish game.
    Eating huckleberry pie
    Is a pleasing way to die,
        While sauerkraut brings on softening of the brain.
    When you eat banana fritters
    Every undertaker titters,
        And the casket makers nearly go insane.

    Some little bug is going to find you some day,
    Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
        With a nervous little quiver
        He'll give cirrhosis of the liver;
    Some little bug is going to find you some day.

    When cold storage vaults I visit
    I can only say what is it
        Makes poor mortals fill their systems with such stuff?
    Now, for breakfast, prunes are dandy
    If a stomach pump is handy
        And your doctor can be found quite soon enough.
    Eat a plate of fine pigs' knuckles
    And the headstone cutter chuckles,
        While the grave digger makes a note upon his cuff.
    Eat that lovely red bologna
    And you'll wear a wooden kimona,
        As your relatives start scrappin 'bout your stuff.

    Some little bug is going to find you some day,
    Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
        Eating juicy sliced pineapple
        Makes the sexton dust the chapel;
    Some little bug is going to find you some day.

    All those crazy foods they mix
    Will float us 'cross the River Styx,
        Or they'll start us climbing up the milky way.
    And the meals we eat in courses
    Mean a hearse and two black horses
        So before a meal some people always pray.
    Luscious grapes breed 'pendicitis,
    And the juice leads to gastritis,
        So there's only death to greet us either way;
    And fried liver's nice, but, mind you,
    Friends will soon ride slow behind you
        And the papers then will have nice things to say.

    Some little bug is going to find you some day,
    Some little bug will creep behind you some day
        Eat some sauce, they call it chili,
        On your breast they'll place a lily;
    Some little bug is going to find you some day.

 

More about my uncle (and my connection with him) in my Music Moves Me post tomorrow.

Joining Lisa at Lisa's Garden Adventure for her #ShadowshotSunday.

Friday, May 9, 2025

Clouds and Invasives #SkywatchFriday

Spring is winning its battle against winter (finally!) where I live in the Southern Tier of New York State.


Trees are leafed out.  It's been raining.

Just a different angle from the first picture.
 

But the invasive plants are on the march.  Here, Japanese knotweed.  The park (which is located on a flood plain which does flood from time to time) didn't flood from the recent rains, but it came close.

 

The Morrow's honeysuckle is starting to bloom.  Here's more about this (for us) common invasive.

 Watching the sky brought me out to enjoy this moment of nature, and I hope you enjoyed it, too.

Joining with Yogi and other skywatchers each Friday for #SkywatchFriday.

 

 

 

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

More Yard Flowers #WordlessWednesday

More spring flowers from my yard, mostly taken late last week. 

White Bleeding Heart.

Barrenwort.


Trillium.

 

Grape Hyacinth. 

Yesterday we had a thunderstorm.  It poured, with flash flood watches and warnings in various areas near us.  May showers will hopefully bring more flowers.


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Joining Sandee at Comedy Plus for her #WordlessWednesday.

Monday, May 5, 2025

Thoughts of May #MusicMovesMe

It's Monday.  It's time for music!


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Today I am joining up with other Music Moves Me bloggers (and you can join us at the linky above). We are a group of music loving bloggers who blog about music each Sunday or Monday (or even later in the week). If you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only-meaning at least one music video, please! Otherwise, your post link may be labeled "No Music" or even removed.  

Our head host is Xmas Dolly, and our co-hosts are Cathy from Curious as a Cathy, joined by the knowledgeable Stacy of Stacy Uncorked and, last but not least, me.

Every other week we have a theme.  This week's theme is  "Things in a song that make you think of May".

This first song is an oldie but goodie - Julie Andrews Vanessa Redgrave (thank you, readers, for noticing this error) singing The Lusty Month of May from Camelot.  Because May...well, thoughts turn into certain directions.

It can also be the month of storms.  Here is Billy Joel with Storm Front, from 1989.

This song takes place in July, but just thinking of a day like this makes me think of May.  Some years, we have some of our warmest weather in May and you want to go to a park.  Here, from 1972, is Chicago and Saturday In The Park.

And, since today is the Cinco de Mayo how about this song from WAR:  Cinco De Mayo. 


Finally, May means flowers to me.  I love this song, and it makes me think of May.  Since I had this song on my blog not that long ago, I chose this live performance from 2013. The sound quality isn't the best, but I liked hearing the modern Cowsills.  Sadly, several of them, including lead singer Billy Cowsill, have passed away.

And that's a wrap!

Join me again next week for another episode of Music Moves Me.

Sunday, May 4, 2025

May the 4th Be With You #ShadowshotSunday

In honor of this May the 4th, which some call Star Wars Day ("May the fourth be with you") here's a photo from last April.  

This picture was taken at the Rochester, New York celebration of last year's total eclipse of the sun.  Although the sun didn't cooperate (sunny days the day before and day after, thick clouds during eclipse) we had a good time at the Rochester Museum and Science Center's indoor displays.

Joining up with Lisa at Lisa's Garden Adventure for her #ShadowshotSunday. 


Thursday, May 1, 2025

Natural Black and White #SkywatchFriday

Spring is gradually winning its battle with winter here in the Southern Tier of New York.  Athough we haven't had severe weather like other parts of the country, we've had some grim looking skies.

Photos taken April 26 right before a rainstorm.

If not for the green grass, you'd think this was taken in black and white.

Same sky from a different direction.


After the rain - puddles.

More puddles. 

I like how this reflection came out, even if it didn't fit the B&W theme.

May May bring true spring at last.  At least today, it has.

Joining Yogi and other sky watching bloggers for #SkywatchFriday, a day early.