Thursday, January 31, 2019. 5:33 AM.
Irene (a pseudonym)
Remember a TV Series title that was almost before our time?
“I Remember Mama”
Well, I only recall the title
It may be that I never saw the show, as a child.
However, I do remember Irene
“Say Something (I’m Giving Up On You)”
[I know you’re not my mother, Irene; so, please don’t get upset]
I remember you were very upset that I sent you a Mother’s Day Card
About 32 years ago (about 1989)
You said, “This is sick.”
This is what I remember about Irene:
Riding my bike to the North End on summer days because I missed her during school vacation.
I remember once—just once, she came out from the back yard of her home at 116 Glade Road (a pseudonym) and she did a cartwheel right there on the front lawn of her parents’ property.
If I did that, I thought, I’d probably break my fingers or just collapse in a heap on the grass and be embarrassed. She’s more athletic than I realized. And she’s so pretty. I’d better not tell her that. Her mother told me a few years later, “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Her words silenced me. I said nothing.
Actually, I didn’t exactly think all those thoughts as a 14-year-old.
You really did a cartwheel, though. And I was impressed that you could do that.
I really liked the North End.
Glade Road (a pseudonym) and Woodland Road, too, were so stately and peaceful and beautiful. I had never been in this neighborhood before. It felt like a quiet sanctuary. Like being in a church when no services were being held. Just quietness. And, years later, noticed that the number 116 was the same as Shakespeare’s beautiful sonnet 116:
By William Shakespeare:
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.”
Another poem about love:
Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
“Sonnet 116” and “How Do I Love Thee?” were found at:
Did you read about my walk in Oak Hill Cemetery?
Where I came upon a tombstone with your and my birthdates?
Jennie and James
They may have been sister and brother
Wrote about that walk in a blog post at
“A Return Walk in Oak Hill Cemetery”
Which is a subsection of:
“In the Wind of My Spirit”
Do you remember this scene?
At Charlie’s Beach (a pseudonym)
We kissed there
During the summer of ‘74
And it happened this way, according to your instructions to me, Irene.
You breathed into me
I breathed into you
We were standing on the sand at the seashore
“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground,
And breathed into his nostrils
The breath of life;
And man became a living soul.”
Genesis 2:7 KJV
Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Audrey Hepburn Sings Moon River – BEST QUALITY
Slim Whitman – – – – Stranger on The Shore
Slim Whitman – – – – – Home On The Range —-The Best Version of this Song
You said to me once on the phone: “Dating just doesn’t work for me.”
Sending Love Letters just doesn’t work, either; so I may post this one instead of sending it to you, to:
Let it be literature for members of:
The Lonely Hearts Club, perhaps.
Maybe it will mean something to them
Neil Diamond – I am… I said (W/Lyrics)
“. . . not even the chair.” -Neil Diamond
Mr. Bojangles – Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – [With Lyrics]
Very important: Romans chapters 5 through 8 NIV Study Bible.
“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” -Romans 8:18-22 NIV.
“So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed in him, ‘If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.'” -John 8:31, 32 ESV Study Bible.
To the glory of God