Dark Days, Lightly viewed.

It has been a very dark couple of weeks. I have been praying a lot. Can't talk about it, so I haven't been posting either. I have been writing though. The writing was dark as well. Yesterday, I decided to get light! God may strike me down for this, but I believe he too has a sense of humor.

If I as Christ at Gethsemane wept:

Father, take this burden from me I implore.

…this is not what I signed on for!

Lord, let me just hang in this garden awhile

I'm sure we could do without the trial

You only said it would be neat to get down

see what the place was like from the ground

I didn't think you were going to get cross with me

then hang me out to die on that tree…

~

Father, take this burden from me I implore.

…this is not what I signed on for!"

I've made a lot of friends down here

why just the other day we were

drinkin wine and havin fun

now you tell me I'm your son

I know, I know, I shouldn't have walked on the water

It was a little too showy, but sometimes I falter…

~


Father, take this burden from me I implore.

…this is not what I signed on for!"

Mom always sez "Can't you be more like your Father?"

If this is where it gets me, why should I bother

I just want to live and let live

why you gotta make me give, give, give

How come I can't just be who I AM

I wish you had told me this was your plan

~

Father take this burden from me I implore.

…this is not what I signed on for!

Alright, so I cheesed a few people off

and I suppose that comes at some cost

but nailin me like this, and puttin me

out in the open where everyone can see

is just a bit much don't you think?

Its not like I left dirty dishes in the sink!

~

Father take this burden from me I implore.

…this is not what I signed on for!

I tried my best Dad

gave it all that I had

I promise I'll do better next time

I didn't know love was a crime

I'm still your kid, and I know you still like me

can't we talk about this, before you smite me?




obeedude 04/Sept/07

Serendipitous conversations with Alan.

In the course of a serendipitous conversation with Alan Casline, I was recently set upon a path of discovery that I am still in the midst of. Alan mentioned that he recalled a glossary that he believed was attributed to "Davey Crockett". Remembering that Davey Crockett had written his autobiography from my study of Scot-Irish history, I queried the Internet Archive for just such a book. I found it, but it was not what Alan or I had been searching for.

So, undaunted I queried the name "Crockett" and found much to my surprise, my Literary Godfather: Samuel Rutherford Crockett.

Who, wrote text in "The Kings English" and dialog in Good Galloway Scots...!!!!

Samuel Rutherford Crockett was a contemporary and friend of Robert Louis Stevenson. In his introduction to "The Stickit Minister", he relates that he wrote to Stevenson during the time that he was confined at the Saranac Lake Sanatorium in Saranac Lake N.Y.

The next thing I did, was to Google Stevenson at Saranac Lake. It seems that the Stevenson Society of America has in its possession, at the Stevenson Cottage Museum in Saranac, copies of his "Moral Emblems". In short: Woodcut illustrations, made by him and published in Switzerland by his then "thirteen year old" stepson while they were there for "the cure" to TB. The same search which eventually brought him to Saranac lake as well.

Blockcuts are Alan's thingee! Text written in Lowland Scots is my thingee! Neat the way things happen like that. I don't know that Alan would say that the hand of God was at work here, but I believe it was and thats enough for me.

To quote Crockett quoting Stevenson: ("Write," you said, "my Timothy, no longer verse, but use Good Galloway Scots for your stomach's sake- and mine. There be overly many at the old tooth-comb!" [sic] "If you do, I'll read every word!" )

And so he did. And so shall I!

Every book I can get my hands on for the last three days!

First, "Tales of Our Coast." Now "The Sticket Minister." and next, who knows!

"Will you, nil you,
you must read-
and every word."

With pleasure!

obeedude 22/Aug/07

The continuing Saga of "the Wan'rer" and the writing of "O' Wasterly Gale."

A diagram of the Monomyth

(separation-initiation-return)

Gif A o wan'rer aboon wud be.

Cud the Deil bot haud

o mair cautious covenanter frae grace

wi' hiz rowtin mooth?

O' crabbit wan'rer, whan hae ye brung

o mair fasher oure o haverl soul?

B'gaun ye glaikit gowk!

Mae ruckle hairt weel be heard!

Ye'll mak nae wun'in fire here!

o'beedude29/July/07

It has become obvious to me through the work-shopping of "O' Wasterly Gale" that I have not been transparent enough with the overall intent of what the finished piece will look like. So let me now take a moment to try to clarify, in hope that by doing so, some of you will come to see the method to my madness. I am after all: a Methodist in practice and by nature.

The story of "O' Wasterly Gale" is a microcosm of the Ulster-Scot Culture. The main characters: "The Gilmour Boys" were raised in a section of County Londonderry that was what I will term Tri-lingual. In essence what is meant by this, is that at home until they had attained school age, they spoke "Ullans" or "Ulster-Scottish". When they went to school, they attended the Kilcaltan School a few miles to the southeast of Killaloo. At school they would have learned "The Kings English". Gaelic was not mandatory at this time as a part of their curriculum but would have been spoken in the area at the time. In school the English trained Schoolmasters were very insistent that they not speak "The Ugly Tongue" that was their native and natural speech. Hence, they developed a tri-lingual way of interaction with the world at large. When they were in school, or in the presence of authority they spoke and wrote "The Kings English". If however they were among familiars, they spoke the mixture of Ullans and Gaelic that they had been reared to. At times in their writing even, their native speech seeps through. This was the first clue that made me dig deeper into their linguistic speech patterns and finally led me to discover the dichotomy of their language skills.

Now, It was never my intent to write a "Popular Novel" such as Steven King or J. K. Rowling would write, and I have from the beginning intended to create a document that accurately portrays the life that they lived, it was therefore a conscious intent on my part to tell the story through their words in their way. To this end I endeavored to teach myself enough Ullans to write the dialogue in their native tongue. As they wrote mostly the way in which they were taught in school, I chose to write text in English. You who are reading this right now, read and write in English. You the reader are therefore not a familiar. Hence, dialogue in Ullans among familiars, text in English not among familiars. At a later point in the novel when faced with others in Manhattan, and therefore America, they will also speak in their best English at appropriate times when confronted with non-familiars and/or authority.

It is also quite apparent to me that the readership for this work will consist of Academics, people of Ulster-Scots heritage with a vested interest, the Ullans speaking population of Northern Ireland and perhaps some of the Scottish population.

Again, I do not consider myself to be a "Popular Novelist". It is the intent of this work to convey some "answers and keys to the self" as Stephen King would say. A compelling and truthful account of what life for these people was like. It is based on the letters of my ancestors which have been handed down to me through four generations of familiars. Familiars who read, spoke of, and found some sense of self reflected in the struggle and sacrifice of their forbearer's.

The Arc of the complete work, will follow, and does actually parallel, what Joseph Campbell in his seminal work "The Hero With A Thousand Faces" and James Joyce in "Finnegans Wake" termed the "Monomyth". James Gilmour, the main character and primary writer of "The Gilmour Family Letters", ventured forth with his siblings from his world of common day Killaloo, Northern Ireland, into a region of supernatural wonder: America of the 1850's and 1860's. Along the way he encountered the forces of that day and time-period. He struggled to make a new start in Manhattan and eventually enlisted in the N.Y.S.M. as a private, in what was supposed to be a short term decisive rout of the "Sesch" at the start of the American Civil War. In part he did this for the money and guaranteed three square meals. But in truth he did this because he was an idealistic youth, in search of "The Glory" of war and boon to be obtained there-from.

During his journey and quest he experienced many things, the awe of the adventure, the splendor of sleeping in the "Congress Hall", the flurry of the (first) Battle of Bulls Run, and visiting "John Browns Prison-Cell" at Harpers Ferry. Along his journey from encounter and to experience with many of what has become the stuff of history and legend, he collected and sent back to his brother Robert "Relics" of "the sacred soil of Virginie". Without giving away too much of the novel, he did and said things that just can't be made up. The experiences that he had leading up to his possible death at the Battle of Fair Oaks were authentic, real, and the stuff of family myth. I say possible death because all accounts of his death are at best second and third hand. Everyone who could have verified his actual death has long ago gone to their grave.

As it happens, towards the end of the war, a certain James Gilmour dug himself out of Libby Prison at Richmond and returned to New York, to eventually become by the time he died in 1915, a Plumbing Supply Salesman.

Listed in the 1869 NYC directory right next store to Robert Gilmour's Cooperage is one James Gilmour doing business selling Collars.

In the novel I intend to treat these persons as one semi-familiar, who may or may not be the actual James of the letters. A kind of spectral personage of James in the form of a cousin that Robert feels bound to by his desire for James to be alive. In other words: the Hero returned to the World of the Living, back from his mysterious adventure in the Land of the Dead, to bestow boons upon his fellow man. This then would complete the Arc of the Hero: separation-initiation-return as outlined in the magnification of the Monomyth formula.

Pretty dry stuff? Many think so, still others think not. Time, and the persistence of my own quest, will determine if the fire of the forge, produces metal tempered to match the forces aligned against its completion, in a form the voices of my ancestors will receive gladly.

obeedude 17/Aug./07

Again, as I posted before:

*Ullans: "Ulster-Scots" is basically the same as "West Central Scots" (the language of Rabbie Burns), a Germanic tongue of common origin with English. Scots is the most defining characteristic of the Ulster accent, most Ulster-Scots who have visited other parts of the English speaking world will testify that more often than not, they are mistaken as being from Scotland rather than Northern Ireland. While broad Ulster-Scots is only spoken in the more rural communities, everyone in Northern Ireland uses Ulster-Scots words and phrases in their everyday speech.
Source: www.theulsterscots.com/speech.htm

The Fratellis Live!

Don't know why it took so long to post this....

The last best thing the kids and I did for vacation, was go to see The Fratellis Live at the Empire State Plaza, at the EQX Plaza Alternative Music Fest, Albany, N.Y. on July 21, 2007.

"For Free" (yeah right, I spent as much on T-shirts for all of us as I would have for tickets....)

We had a blast! saraH won a poster and CD, we got several bands EP's and had them all signed. The one she won was by a British band called Switch. It was an I-tunes copy ripped by the radio station... the band members asked her "saraH, how did you get an illegal copy of our record that is not yet available in the U.S.?" Then they wrote that all over the CD. saraH got all of the bands to sign the Poster but Cracker. (we were there all day and left before Cracker, which was fine with the Ol' Fert)

While The Lemonheads were playing, I noticed out of the corner of my eye what looked like The Fratellis quietly signing autographs up front to the left of the stage. Sure enough it was them! We all got our shirts signed and managed to chat with them for a bit as well. I had put my purchased shirt in the car so I had my Scotland shirt signed instead.

(one of them had a lighter that matched my shirt) "Silly Ol' Man", I forgot to take a picture of them with saraH and Mike. Just not used to having a camera phone I guess. saraH was in her glory, Mike ate it all up, and I felt like a 50 year old teenager myself.

If you are able too and watch the YouTube link I have set up here you will see Mikes Green and White striped Hat in the crowd in the lower right. I am dancing next to him and saraH is dancing next to me.

The "boys from Glasgow" put on a great show, and even Mike, who didn't know if he wanted to go at first, enjoyed himself.

Markle
27/July/07

A Portrait of the Artist as "The Ol' Man"

Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!

This is what happens when you are reading Joyce,
and someone mentions Bunyan....

Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!Caution!

A Pilgrims Regress:

The Lament of a Simple Minded Christian.

He sees the Moon

and Van Gogh's Star

as he stumbles home

tonight, from the Bar

He, who once was

The Lord's Warrior

a Guardian of The Word

now hears the buzz

of the worrier

a Freudian, of the Dirge

A time of Drinking

Out, with "The Bards"

A time of thinking

sometimes, too hard

He, who once was

now feels inferior

fated, by The Word

having a new Cause

a simple writer with

Truths to merge

They talked of God

and "path's not taken"

of Mount's not trod

and Faith, misshapen

He, who once wished

to be Yahweh's Courier

Champion of His Word

now clenches his fist's

and must walk, further

some burden to purge

As he watches the Moon

and Van Gogh's Star

still stumbling home

tonight, from the Bar.

o'beedude26/July/07

James Gilmour of Mongolia ?

I found mention of this book entitled: "James Gilmour of Mongolia" by Richard Lovett, M.A. while reading newspaper articles from the Brooklyn Eagle online. It was mentioned in an article dated Jul. 18 1902; I had searched the collection for references to several Gilmour family names and then found this seemingly unimportant reference.

I looked this book up on Internet Archive and found this listing:

http://www.archive.org/details/jamesgilmour00gilmuoft

I am currently reading the entirety of the book. It is available free of charge as a pdf file or you can view it online as a "flipbook". Flipbook is a facsimile of the original and quite readable.

I love this resource and have also read several books by "James Roberts Gilmour", under the pseudonym of Edmund Kirk, These are set in and during the American Civil War. Much of them include parts that are written in a 1860s Southern Dialect. Good stuff.

Well, the reason I am mention this link to the book "James Gilmour of Mongolia" is this: in the first few chapters of the book about his childhood in Glasgow, I came across something very interesting. Imagine my surprise when I got to page 19 and I read about his father moving the family to the city so his father could go into partnership with his brother "Alexander" as "Timber Merchants" !!!!! Possibly the Father of my ggGrandfather and his siblings? Hmmmm....

Then, later on during his school days when he left his parents home he resided for a time (page 23) in Glasgow. It seems that the University he attended subsequently moved to a new location called "Gilmorehill" in the western part of the City.

He would have been a contemporary of my ancestors at least if not direct cousins. This James Gilmour was in his time (...just after my James died, or maybe died...) a famous Missionary for the Presbyterian Church.

The majority of the book is devoted to the telling of the story of his life as a missionary for Christ. It was intended by the London Missionary Society, to be marketed to Sunday School Teachers, Christian Workers and "elder Scholars in our schools" of the day, to inspire and inform them of his ministry. As such it is written in a glowing and overly praise filled tone. He was after all, a martyr for the missionary cause.

Still, if written from a skewed point of view, and as a form of propaganda for the missionary movement, it is in many places inspiring to me that he did so much for the faith. I cannot say that I could have been capable of doing what he did, though often in my youth I aspired to such ideals and dreams. I even contemplated missions at one point, but I am convinced that I would not have attained the success that he was able to achieve.

You never know where things will come from.

The search is (at times) thrilling!

Mark.
25/July/07

The Strange History Mystery, of the Death, and possible Resurrection, of James Gilmour...

"Is he here, or is he there? Perhaps we'll never know..."
"The Scarlet Pimpernel"

Caution: some of the immigration information may be boring, and seem as if it can be bypassed, I provide it simply as back matter to the facts in the case presented. Skim what you will.

~~~

This is Castle Garden in the Battery in 1869,
as it would have appeared to my Ancestors
when they came into this Country.
The image was obtained from the NYPL online.

To the best of my ability:

...this is the order of emigration of my Gilmour Ancestors.

These records were obtained from Castle Garden.org.

Elizabeth Gilmore

Occupation Unknown

Age 18

Sex F

Literacy U

Arrived 17 Jun 1856

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship Enterprise

Passage Unknown

Robert Gilmore

Occupation Laborer

Age 20

Sex M

Literacy U

Arrived 11 Nov 1857

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship Empire

Passage Unknown

Anne Gilmore

Occupation Spinster

Age 20

Sex F

Literacy U

Arrived 22 Dec 1859

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship Dreadnought

Passage Unknown

James Gilmour

Occupation Cooper

Age 19

Sex M

Literacy U

Arrived 13 May 1859

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship Webster

Passage Unknown

Alexander Gilmour (jr)

Occupation School Master

Age 19

Sex M

Literacy U

Arrived 15

Aug 1864

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship John Bright

Passage Unknown

Alexander Gilmour

Occupation Cooper

Age 54

Sex M

Literacy U

Arrived 15 Aug 1864

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship John Bright

Passage Unknown

Jane (Glenn) Gilmour

Occupation Wife

Age 54

Sex F

Literacy U

Arrived 15 Aug 1864

Origin Ireland

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship John Bright

Passage Unknown

John Gilmore

Occupation Laborer

Age 18

Sex M

Literacy U

Arrived 2 Oct 1864

Origin England

Port Liverpool

Last Residence

Destination USA

Plan Unknown

Ship William Tapscott

Passage Unknown

This then, would make the Birth order:

Alexander (Sr): 1810 or 02 & Jane (Glenn): 1810 or 02

Robert: 1833 or 35 or 37

Eliza: 1838

Anne: 1839

James: 1840

John: 1842 or 46

Alexander (jr) 1846 or 42

Based on information obtained from the family letters, I believe that John was born in 42 and Alexander (jr) in 46.

Spellings of names vary.

Dates of birth vary from reported census data.

Census data varies from census to census.

(I find it interesting that the immigration agents listed their literacy as "U" for unknown. One would assume that a Schoolmaster was literate. Well, some of my Schoolmasters were...)

Me (2006) at the gates of Castle Garden (Clinton).
Where they would have entered in.
The doors are closed. Does that mean I can't leave?

~ ~ ~

The only one with verified birth data is James:

JAMES GILMOUR Male
Christening: 18 JAN 1840, Lower Cumber, Londonderry, Ireland

Parents:
Father: ALEXANDER GILMOUR
Mother: JANE GLENN

Messages:

Extracted birth or christening record for the locality listed in the record. The source records are usually arranged chronologically by the birth or christening date.

Source Information:
Batch No.: C700391 Dates: 1804 - 1877 Source Call No.: 6026027 Type: Printout Call No.: Type:
Film 0933443 Film Sheet: 00

~ ~ ~

The letters culminate in James' death at the battle of Fair Oaks on July 31st, 1862 and the efforts of the Family and the Government Embalmers to recover his body.

Drs. Brown + Alexander Govt. Embalmers.
Doctors couldn't write legibly then either...

So here is my transcription:

Washington July 19 th 1862

Mr Robt. Gilmour

Dear Sir
Since we last wrote
to you from Fortris Monroe,
in White House. The seceshin`
ists have taken possesion of
the battle field of Fair Oaks
where your brother lies, and
it is im poss ible to
get the body, until we
have the place again.
We here by return you
the money & Receipt,
by Handies Express. the
money has just wired through
by~ Express from Fort Monroe
Sometime in the future we may
be able to obtain the body for
you. Yours Respectfuly
Drs. Brown & Alexander
Govt. Embalmers.

~~~

His mother Jane applied for death benefits, and I found the Civil War Pension Index for James with his mother Jane listed on it. The 82nd N.Y. Inf. means that it is him but the date is all but illegible to me. What is the year of the date on the application? …18??/Nov. /18 …I don't Know.

Civil War Pension Index for James Gilmour,
with his Mother Jane (Glenn) Gilmour listed as the beneficiary.

So, based on the letters and this document one could assume that James did in fact die at the Battle of Fair Oaks in the afternoon of May 31st, 1862. I of course had simply assumed that his death was a forgone conclusion.

~ ~ ~

Until I stumbled into this paradox. In a N.Y. Times obituary Published November of 1915, I found this:

And here is another anomaly: as it happens, there was this James Gilmour who owned a place of business right next door to my ggGreat Grandfather Robert Gilmour.

Here is the listing in the:

1869 NYC Directory:

---

Gilmour Alexander, cooper, h 241 E. 22d (Robert and James' Father)

Gilmour Christiana, wid. David, dressmkr. h 465 W. 42d

Gilmour James, collars, 549 Pearl, h E. 21st n Third av.

Gilmour James, lighters, 98 Broad, h 68 Second, B'klyn

Gilmour John A. umbrellas, 228 G'wich

Gilmour Robert, cooper, 548 Pearl, h 120 W. B'way

Gilmour & Woolley, collars, 549 Pearl

Gilmour, McBain & Co. lighters, 98 Broad

~ ~ ~

So now, the question is, did he actually die or not at Battle of Fair Oaks? Since the body was never recovered, as per Jacob Glenn's (James' cousin) letter, (which is actually a third hand account of the incident) and the correspondence with the Government Embalmers which states that the Battlefield was lost to the enemy, ...there is no positive proof of his death.

No-one who would have known for sure is alive to tell.

No body, No evidence, as Perry Mason might say.

~ ~ ~

So now I'm wondering, does the profession of "Collars" refer to "Clothes", "Harnesses for Draft animals" or "The Mechanical Engineering ring shaped device used in Plumbing?"

To date I Can't find what it was that the Gilmour & Woolley Co. made at that location yet.

I suspect that it was men's Collars. The partnership was dissolved in 1872 and I found a Newspaper Article listing the dissolution of their Partnership in a 1872 New York Herald.

I can't seem to find find enough on "this" or "these" James Gilmour/s to "rawt" it out. I think I have him located in NJ selling Brass Fittings. (Plumbing Supplies?)

But for now:

The Major Questions are:

Is this James back from the dead?

Is this another James Gilmour?

Is this a Cousin named James Gilmour?

What is the connection?

It can't be just coincidence….

Am I driving myself "dafty" for no reason?

I think I'm going to send this to the PBS "History Detectives" to see what they can do with it. ...Let them give it "the Perry Mason treatment"...

Mark

18/July/07

P.S.: Yeah, this whole chase ensued as a result of a question that I had while trying to finish the transcription and notes for the letters. Somehow I always seem to sidetrack myself.

Vacation Correspondence:

You know that little "automatic E-mail response thing" you get, when someone goes away, and you are still working, because you're not on vacation too?

!!!

I hate that, ...don't you?

Well, to all of you who did that to me, guess what....

I'M ON VACATION AND I'M SENDING YOU THIS INSTEAD!

("...he-he-he, yuk-yuk, snicker, snicker...")

~~~

...Poets correspond. The Weaver Poets of County Atrium and Down did it. If they weren't alive when a Poet they were influenced by lived, they eulogized them instead.

In America, in 1957, a year before I was born, Jack Spicer wrote letters to Lorca long after Lorca was moldy.

Alan, or perhaps it was Art, told me that Frost and Christman at least knew of each other, perhaps wrote to each other, and if I remember correctly, visited each other.

Poets gather in groups of like minded individuals to read and grow in their craft. We do that in the EOTNP Group. Some of our most memorable and inspiring times are in the Pub "after-words", and even then, we are corresponding with each other.

Poets need each other.

Poets correspond.

~ ~ ~

Today I went to the W.W. Christman Sanctuary with my kids for my our Summer Vacation. Now that they are older, and have "semi" lives of their own, we take our vacations where we can get them.

Devo signs us in at Christman Sanctuary 09:40 hours.

Last night, when I was having some trouble getting directions via the internet, which I eventually found through www.localhikes.com, Alan corresponded with me with a follow-up E-mail and sent me a link that said simply:

Checkout:

www.letterboxing.org/BoxView.php?boxnum=16659&boxname=Frog_Haven

Which I promptly did. If you can't make this link for some reason paste it into your browser and check it out. It's kinda cool! This is a link to Letterboxing North America .org, and their Homepage states:

LETTERBOXING: is an intriguing pastime combining navigational skills and rubber stamp artistry in a charming "treasure hunt" style outdoor quest. A wide variety of adventures can be found to suit all ages and experience levels.

Basically, you treasure hunt, and collect impressions from rubber stamps, hidden in tupperware and plastic ziplock baggies somewhere along the hiking trail.

This is Devo and saraH, at a passway

in the field wall along the Orange trail loop.

These are the Stamps we collected today.

So, this is what my adult "kids" and I did for our Summer Vacation.

With my own special twist...

I wanted to correspond with Christman too....

Me mailing a letter to Christman...

~ ~ ~

My mom, famous for taking me and my brother Rich, about the countryside, to interesting places, once took me to do a grave-rubbing of Robert Frosts Grave. Gravestone rubbing was a burgeoning hobbie in those days... one of those "Time-Life" "fun things to do with your kids" type hobbies.

Little did I know, the corollary correspondences, that this would make in my life.

Last night I wrote this poem. Today I mailed it by stamping it and adding it to the Letterbox at Christman's.

Correspon' dances:

Mae Muther taen mae tae

Rabbie Frost's grave yin day

quhan A wus boot a ween

sae scho cud doo a rubbin

o hiz ain auld hiedstane

wi' charcoal ona paiper blacken

ana runnybabbits quher oot tae play

~

A taen mae bairns tae

Christman's Sanctuarie

Frae som clymin aroon

hiz hardscrabble muntin

ana jist hadda sae, Christman,

ye're ae goon naw, bot nae forgottin

ana runnybabbits quher oot tae play.



© obeedude16/july/07

Yeah, thats right!

Even the RunnieBabbits corresponded. They were the first thing we saw when we arrived at the trailhead. They were waiting for us! And somehow last night I knew they would be.

~ ~ ~

...We just got back. My feet are tired. I'm gonna take a nap like my adult "kids" are doing right now as I write this.

I can do this. I'm on Vacation.

...And we take our Vacations where we find them...


obeedude/16/July/07