I’m back! I didn’t intend to be gone for so long, but I was traveling a bit, and working on other things a bit, and there were some technical issues, excuses, excuses, excuses. I thought a traveling cartoon from 2012 might be appropriate. I hope your Memorial Day weekend was a good one; mine was. We are having the exterior woodwork painted. That noise you hear are the painters scraping and moving ladders and jiving. They are right outside my work room (Office seems a bit of an overstatement.) today, making it hard to think of anything else. They’re nice guys, and they’re doing a great job, but I’ll be glad when they’re gone.
92 responses to “Home Affront”
So… you had to get dressed this morning!!
Welcome home, we missed you.
Boy, are we glad to see you back! We’d run out of things to say and think about anyway!
Love, Jackie Monies P.S. This has ALWAYS been a favorite cartoon!
My cats would get into the suitcase! I remember the speculation on this strip- what was it that Arlo was packing? Obviously it’s folded and tucked socks. Maybe I was over on TDS?
Thanks to the link of my ancestress’ journal “Brokenburn the Journal of Kate Stone”. I was reading it on net until I fell asleep last night. I like reading “real” books better, meaning in print and bound with a cover! It was interesting also to read all the comments about how important this book was historically.
Love, Jackie Monies
For others who are interested in reading the journal from Jackie’s ancestor, try the link:
https://archive.org/details/brokenburnthejou008676mbp
There are several formats for reading or you may listen (if you can stand the computer-generated voice).
Speak for yourself, Jackie. I had plenty to say yesterday. Unfortunately, it’s all out of date today.
I blame Debbe for breaking the blog yesterday, since she was the last one to post early yesterday. 🙂
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I missed you Johnson. I’m glad you kept up the good work even without my presence. The mark of a true arteest.
Love,
PB & Janis
Thank you David & Jackie! I have bookmarked the site and will read ASAP.
There are such INTERESTING things in the Village!
Yay!!! The Village is back. Like Ghost, I had a lot to say yesterday. Mainly about what a great Memorial Day weekend I had and how glad I am that I love my job so I didn’t spend yesterday sad about it being over.
Today’s vintage A&J remanded me of a story, I think it was from Kipling, about how he was packing to go away for a while and his dog put his chew-toy in th suitcase. I bawled, and I am misting up just thinking about it.
I thought I had broken it because when I posted last comment, it printed it about three or four times. Then I remembered it had done same thing to Ghost, so I didn’t feel so bad. But I sure missed everyone very much.
I LOVE this Village! It is full of interesting and good, kind people. Jimmy attracts them I know with his own personal beliefs and points of view. The world would be wonderful if it were peopled by people who love A & J.
Which brings up a point. Are WE really real? Or are we just part of the world created by Jimmy according to A & J?
Love, Jackie Monies
Happiness is having this blog back again; I sure missed it yesterday. Good to hear from you all, and Jackie, thank you for your hard work in finding The Journal of Kate Stone. I will follow the links and figure out how to read it as soon as household tasks are out of the way.
I know, I was going into withdrawal. The rest of the Internet seems bleak and cold compared to the Village.
We are about to do Botox injections all afternoon. Kind of boring, but the ladies are very nice and interesting
Jackie, here you go: check out the real books.
http://www.bookfinder.com/search/?new_cache=on&author=&title=brokenburn&lang=en&isbn=&new_used=*&destination=us¤cy=USD&mode=basic&st=sr&ac=qr
If you read the Journal of Kate Stone (which has so much history it is almost unbelievable) you would be interested in the background against which it is set. Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tensas_Parish_Lousiaiana
This is where I too grew up and all the place names she references are so familiar. The parish is the least populated in Louisiana and the fastest declining. Yet at the time Kate Stone wrote her journal it was the second in production of cotton and considered the wealthiest of the parishes for land and homes, plantations. All is gone now.
Note the Wikipedia comment about the first black voters allowed to register to vote in 1965.
This was a historic event I accidently took part in because no one knew it was happening.
I tore up to the courthouse to register to vote on my 21st birthday in my red Ford convertible, only to find lines and lines waiting to register, guarded by armed Federal marshals.
I was immediately whisked inside, registered and told to leave. Since I had the reputation of supporting equal rights (which I did) and integration of all facilities everyone believed I had done this deliberately. I did not but I am still proud that was the day I registered to vote.
Did I mention that I have had a Klu Klux Klan cross burned in my honor?
Love, Jackie Monies
@Jackie, good for you! I would count having those folks hating you as a HIGH honor! 🙂
Brokenburn looks interesting. I may pick it up when I get paid Monday. I’m flat broke right now. Lucky that The Man In My Life cooks for me or I would be starving. I might have to stop clothes shopping!
Actually I felt that way too, although I was pretty mad about them frightening all the elderly people trying to keep them from registering.
It was about that time that I got hung in effigy by the Kappa Alpha fraternity who came in uniform on horseback and dragged a cannon to my dorm. Unfortunately I was not there to see it. In truth, I had not intended to insult them but they interpreted it that way. It was for something I wrote called “Frankly My Dear, I Don’t Give A ……….”
I wish I were typical of my generation but I am afraid not. I was before most of the marches and demonstrations and mine was easy and pacific actions. I lived in the first integrated dorm on campus which was by volunteering, not conscription. How strange it seems 50 years later. Thought about all this past week or so with the anniversary.
Love, Jackie Monies
I never had a cross burned for me, but I *did* have my name written on a bathroom wall once.
Y’all remind me of the time I got caught in the first “race riot” ever, may have been the only one, in my high school. I put that in quotation marks because a lot of it was students from another high school coming in to create problems, mostly African Americans. When they called for us to gather in the cafeteria I rounded the landing to the second floor and 5 students of less than encouraging mien wait for me at the bottom. I ain’t crazy, back up to the 3rd floor to wait it out. First exposure to tear gas, and unfortunately not my last. Man the early sixties where a nutty time. What really makes a difference what color someone is? Although come to think of it Blue Man Group has an interesting thing going.
Lily, I am more than certain I had a lot of that too!
I lived in perilous and dramatic times. Still do, I guess. One of my boyfriends was a diver searching for the bodies of drowned Civil Rights marchers in the swamps. His son was a world famous “trader” on Wall Street killed in the attack on the World Trade Center. His grandfather was a sharecropper on our farm in the swamp.
At my age you think about things like this a lot.
Love, Jackie Monies P.S. Let’s go back to cats and Ludwig and Arlo
You know that saying “All cats are gray in the dark”.
Love, Jackie Monies
And all dogs are black at night, too.
Lilyblack, until they bare their teeth.
Dr. Maya Angelou died today at 86. “Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
What a great woman and survivor who triumphed!
Love, Jackie Monies
Too serious here. Too quiet. My fault- sorry.
Does anyone remember JJ’s hilarious send up of “Gone With the Wind” when Arlo meets Janis in the fraternity house?
Love, Jackie Monies