Today, one last parting shot at a harsh winter and a spring that at times has appeared overwhelmed by the task at hand. However, the work of springtime finally is in high gear around here, evidenced by the hit-and-miss nature of Web updates this week. Sometimes, the corporeal world will not wait.
156 responses to “Insulated from Reality”
Different strokes for different folks
Was that really the image you were going for, Lily?
How about “De gustibus non est disputandum ” ?
Dear Jackie Monies, just now catching up on comments I hadn’t read, and saw your sweet story about your father. Wonderful that you at least have that, to get acquainted with someone who was killed in World War Two.
For any of Jackies’ friends who didn’t see this, it’s at the very end of the comments on “Shower Time”. Do look, it’s a heartwarming story.
Apparently there is a way to move comments from a past post, to a recent one where more people will see it. But I don’t know how to do it … I think Debbe knows how, can you tell us, dear?
I’ll buy that, Lily. Cheers!
Charolette, I was thinking if Jackie wouldn’t do an autobiography, maybe a biography of her dad would be in order.
Debbe, Thank you.
Jerry in FL, How are you doing?
Hair color change? I thought that was just a towel wrapped around her head.
Happy Friday everybody!
And it’s Friday….(I had to retype Friday four times :)….so, for now, since I’m stumbling…oh, and it’s PAAYDAY…..see???????
Miss Charlotte…..I do right click and copy….right click and paste…good to see you’re posting again…..
It’s me….thought I’d post a comment…remember RWOT??……well, I’m not as good as him, and since it’s paaay dayyyy…..I’m heading back to the couch. Bad day…packer kept ‘jamming up’, and four egg belts went down…..but, it’s PAAYYYDDAYYY!!!!
Little Brooklyn Rose is on her way… 🙂
drats….it’s Me…Debbe 😉 Also just because…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bQGRRolrg0
…see I told you……Drats…why is it coming up under…leave a reply……I’m going back to the couch…..was going to leave you a comment 😉 but typed in wrong space in leave a reply….going back to the couch…….
storms moving in…..now would be the time to listen to a little ‘Doors’…….
OK, drats….it’s Me…Debbe 😉 Here you go…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DED812HKWyM
You guys sure love your music. Me, I go days without hearing any.
But, reading, drawing, and painting: those are necessary for life
De gustibus non est disputandum.
No disputandum here
Thank you, Debbe, for the helpful computer hints. My children have all tried to teach me, at one time or another, this “cut and paste”, it just doesn’t stick in my brain. Your advice seems simple enough; I’ll work on it!
May you have a restful and blessed weekend with your little grand-niece, and with your mother. I like Brooklyn Rose’s name a lot. It’s different, and seems very meaningful somehow. Who bestowed the name, father or mother, or both?
Now I happen to think JJ was right on with both the “Geezer Within” and Arlo’s sweet answer to Janis. Personally, I find their love endearing and enduring. (It’s JJ’s influence, I am back to word play) While A & J are hardly geezer ready yet, their love, whether through words or touch or sexual acts is certainly far from prurient. And not “icky” but I have already agreed we don’t need to like the same music, same writers, same sex, same anything.
That is what diversity is.
Good news about my personal geezer. We are just back from the neurologist office and he does not have Parkinson’s nor chemo toxicity, so his chemo can be resumed. The strange things we find our self hoping and praying for.
My dad’s story and that of his squadron, “The Ace in the Hole” gang was incredible. And yes, I did want to write a book about them. This is the same squadron that President Bush the Younger flew for much later, part of the Texas Air National Guard from WWI. I was working with the historian and giving him information and photos, he helped me.
I own the only existing (new in the box) pilot’s flight jacket patch known to exist from WWII as my dad died without sewing it on. We were working on my presenting all his memorabilia and telling his story in an exhibit for the Army Air Force Museum that contains their records, including the true reports of how he died, photos, etc.
911 occurred just before I was to turn everything over to historians and curators and the museum was closed to public traffic on the base. Like most of America, I lost someone I knew in 911 but it also some how was so horrific I quit writing my book.
Love, Jackie Monies
http://www.147rw.ang.af.mil/resources/factssheets/factsheet/asp?id=1305
If anyone would like to know about the 147th Fighter Wing and the 111th Observation Squadron of WWII.
They flew like crop dusters down onto their camera targets, their cameras replaced guns and they flew until their film was exhausted, close to the ground. They lost planes and pilots daily. My dad was the fourth pilot shot down in short order by untrained RAF pilots and the deaths were covered up to try and keep morale up in a squadron that was already literally shot full of holes. The planes he flew looked like swiss cheese.
I had the medals, I knew he was a hero. I just didn’t know him or the truth.
Love, Jackie Monies
Better history, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/111th_fighter_squadron
Ironically, my father joined RAF through Canada, served with them. Transferred back to US after Pearl Harbor, trained on Mustangs and P-51’s and went first to England again, then into Tunisia, then to Italy. Was shot down filming for Battle of Monte Casino just before he was to get to rotate out and three weeks before I was born. He only had two more missions to fly.
The truly touching story was his friends telling me how he managed to get his hands on cigars for everyone in squadron to celebrate the birth of his first child and son. Fifty years later they apologized to me for smoking them but they said they felt he’d want them to.
I certainly did.
Love, Jackie Monies
Lovely story, Jackie. Hope your hubby gets better soon
Jackie, Wow. If you ever decide to resume that book, I’ll pre-order yours too. This site seems to attract creators of all stripes, I really need to link to everyone’s works.
Think of World War II. Think of how many served. Think of how many died. Think of how many of the stories of their heroism could have been told. Think of how few of those stories were ever told. Think of how many will never be told.
Jackie, I hope you write that book someday.
Ghost, it was just so wonderful to know my father was real. He had always been a photograph who I did look like, I had medals and a story of how he died in a dog fight, outnumbered but helping to save his comrades. My mother barely knew him and seems to have had a nervous breakdown. My grandparents mostly raised me. I had one friend with a similar story, same circumstances. I barely knew my dad’s family.
Last October I went to NC and had plowed through piles of genealogy, finding I had 25 great aunts and uncles that I didn’t really know existed! They were buried within about 25 miles of each other still in NC. My father was an only child. I was an only child. He was Jack, I am Jackie and my grandson is Jack.
I agree that everyone’s story deserves to be told, the enlisted, the officers, the civilians.
I ask myself what was it about 911 that hit me so hard? I think it was the futility of war, announced or unannounced. My father and his generation and the ones before that truly believed they were fighting for world freedom and to save us all. I had just talked to over one hundred men who still believed that.
Goodnight and love, Jackie Monies
Jackie, in answer to your last post. They were and they did, just like my father, my uncle who died in France, and JJ’s father. I have my uncle’s name as my middle name. According to what I have found on the net, he was killed in July 1944 and is still buried in one of the American cemeteries in France.
Lilyblack, especially reading!