WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: UNUSUAL***

Lignum Draco, a WP mysterious dragon photographer, says post a photo that is unusual in some way for you, whether it be through technique, by subject, or in some other unique way. This theme is wide open to interpretation because only you know what is unusual to you.

 

 

 

 

 

Who Died on the Twenty-second of April?

 

Actor Will Geer, everyone’s Grandpa (Walton), died
of a respiratory ailment and was buried in his beloved grove.

 

Ansel Adams, rugged hiker with a camera, died
of cardiovascular disease in intensive-care.

 

Huey Newton, social activist, was shot
on the street in Oakland.

 

Cesar Chavez died
of arrhythmia precipitated by fasting and was buried
in a casket of unvarnished pine.

 

Pat Tillman, football player and US Army Ranger, was killed
in a canyon in Afghanistan.

 

Erin Moran, the Happy Days actress who lit up TV screens, was found dead
at a trailer park in Indiana.

 

Jean, my mother, died
of complications from Alhzeimers
in her bed at home
while across town, my father, Americus, died
of exhaustion and grief on a hospital gurney.

 

I stood near each of them, listened to them breathe.
I mourned with them and for them
and walked away into the rest of my life.

 

They are survived by me, their only child.
I think of them often and am mindful that,
when it comes to death,
I’m up next.

*** At first, I thought it a rare occurrence that a husband and wife would die within hours of each other.  

Since this unusual event in 2001 happened in my own life, I have learned otherwise.  

Have you heard similar stories?  

Toni 7/22/17

 

 

 

DID SOMEONE SAY #TBT?

Here’s the ad for Carrs of Carlisle biscuits… just in time for the summer wedding season of 1956.

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The copy reads: Today is her day of days — tomorrow she will be a housewife. And she will want everything of the best for her home and husband.

Ah, the misogynistic days of the 50s.  I hope we’ve finally shunned the H-word and its image of domestic drudgery.

Married to a house? Is there a Facebook status for that?

Oh wait. It is the twenty-tens. We’re all just bumblin’ through together. 

Put on your lipstick and smile. Meet Babylonia Aivaz and her bride-to-be.

 Do you take this warehouse? 

 

Toni 7/13/17

The Good Wife Rules, pub. 1955

 

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE

If we were having coffee I’d say, hey, do ever read Alison Gopnik’s stuff? She writes the Mind&Matter column in the Wall Street Journal. This week she made my day.  She reported on a new study by Jay Blundon at St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital where he alters mouse genes.  Yep, old mice can learn new tricks.

It all started with a neuroscientist at the University of California, San Francisco.

Michael Merzenich says older brains produce chemicals that actively suppress flexibility.  You know, the if-it-ain’t-broke-don’t-fix-it-mindset of using what you know instead of being open to learning something new.

 

Now, about those mouse genes. Blundon and his colleagues set to tinkering. They injected chemicals found in young mice to counteract the inhibitors in old ones and, whaddya know, the older brains started looking  – and behaving – like younger ones.  I’m not a doctor, but, any bit of good news, even the most radical of possibilities, in the field of aging intrigues me.  I don’t necessarily want the brain of a child but resisting change, well, that’s not in my personal evolutionary plan.

 

So, how do you fire up your neurons?  Me? I listen to Merzenich’s podcast and guzzle caffeine.  Do you ever wonder what our President uses to fuel his late-night tweets?  It’s got us all guessing, that’s for sure.  Sen. Orrin Hatch piped up last week, following the MSNBC hoopla, saying he was “not a fan” and that every once in a while you get a “dipsy-doodle.”  (Like the sound of Wile E. Coyote going splat? How bad can it get?  Brace yourself.)

 

 

Whenever you think you’re crazy
You’re just a victim of the Dipsy Doodle
Ah, but it’s not your mind that’s hazy
It’s your tongue that’s at fault, not your noodle.

The Dipsy-Doodle Song made songwriter/bandleader Larry Clinton famous. Such a talented guy, he played trumpet, trombone, and clarinet, but he used them all sparingly because he had a ”10:30 lip,” meaning that it tired early in the evening.  Food for thought, Tweeters.

 

Online and on screens ~ oversize egos, unruly behavior, shifting cultural tides. Do you wonder the outcome ~ selfishness or selflessness?  We’re on the precipice, ready to radically redefine society as we know it.  Maybe those mice genes hold the secret to more than just keeping our wits sharp.

 

Toni  7/10/17

#weekend coffee share/www credits Sue K for inspiring this post