I had a parrot named, Jack. There were two parrots and I was accidentally sold the parrot that talked, not the one that didn't. The guy who sold it to me wanted him back, but I wouldn't give him back. I'd already fallen in love with him. Oh how we loved that parrot. He was from Panama. Yellow, gold, and orange. We paid 100 dollars for him and that was back in the 60's. I could write a book about that parrot.
He had a vocabulary same as mine so you'd think it was me. They're copycats. He would say, "Giddy-up, giddy-up. Woah, woah." He was watching the cowboy shows with Roy Rogers that I would leave on when my husband and I were at work. He copied everything that he heard Roy Rogers say on Saturday afternoon. He copied the Indian, Tonto, too.
Jack was a comedian. Parry taught the parrot to whistle, so Jack would whistle at the girls as they walked down the road.
My oldest sister, Helen, worked at the hospital and her best friend was a nurse there. She was telling the nurse that Jack talked and whistled and Hellen didn't believe her, so Hellen came over and walked up to the cage and said, "Hello, Jack." He said, "Hellooooo there! You wanna go to bed?!" I used to say that when he wouldn't shut up and I'd throw the cover over him. She got hysterical and told every doctor at the hospital about Jack.
I wouldn't allow him out unless my husband was sitting right there. My husband would take him out of the cage, but I didn't want to because if he bit you, he could take part of your finger off. You had to be careful because with that beak, they won't turn loose of you. Jack would try to take my husband's pencil out of his hand. When I was home on Saturday, I did my own hair and I'd be sitting down on the floor doing something and Jack would pull all of my bobby pins out of my hair. He was a riot. Jack loved shrimp and I didn't know it. The woman who took care of him while we were gone fed him shrimp and shelled peanuts. Everyone wanted to babysit Jack.
Jack died of pneumonia. I sat up all night with him while he was dying. He's burried under my rose bush at the other house. We had him 18 years.
The only thing I regret is that I didn't keep a diary.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
I Love The Little Chicken Hens
I was born a vegetarian. I couldn't stand meat and when
my mother tried to get me to eat it, I wouldn't. I broke being a
vegetarian when I married into the children's father's parents' home. All I can say is I still didn't eat chicken. I've only had it one time. My friends were laughin' hysterically because I was inebriated and gnawing on a chicken leg.
The little chickens are put in a chicken house and they're in chains. The chickens turn around and smack hell out of the rooster that tries to rape them. So here comes the old rooster strutting saying, "Hey hey look at me." We're saying, "Yes. We're looking at you. You're so beautiful." It's the rooster that's going to have the misery. All the little hens that are prisoners in a hen house are waiting to get even. The rooster comes at night and has the key and is strutting his stuff and saying to the hens, "See, I've got you where I want you. I can rape you. I can do anything. All the hens have already talked to each other saying, "Let's get even." There's nothing as vicious. Any man will tell you that there's no fury like a female in rage. Turns out the little hens are the boss because they're secretly planning to lay their groundwork as he's strutting around like a Hitlerite soldier. So they talk amongst themselves before the rooster comes and they make a union and wait for him. To make a long story short, when that rooster was strutting one night, laughin' at the little hens, he didn't frighten them, but they pretended to be frightened. They didn't answer when he said, "Don't I look handsome?" and, "Don't you adore me?" He said, "You better answer me or I'll throw you outside by yourself." They weren't scared anymore because they all joined together and said their prayers every night. Now they knew they could destroy that rooster. It was the little hens that barbecued the rooster when they got out the next day. They took him out the back field and put him on a rotisserie, but they didn't eat him because they didn't want to contaminate themselves, so they formed circles and danced around him singing their songs of happiness. They were free range out in the fields pulling up the little worms and smelling the flowers and singing the song, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. The little hens won the war against the whole rooster. To this day, I won't touch chicken because I love the little chicken hens (I'll get into the turkey some other day).
I was thinking, I'm going to get me a a tiny tape recorder and turn it on when I go to sleep, but then I thought that I don't want those thoughts. It turns almost into poetry. I guess it has to come spontaneously. I worked for 3 psychiatrists. Life is nothing but stepping and stones. Stop..Look..and Listen.... That is what you do with your life. My stepping stone is only a prayer away.
That's the way that stuff is being given to you, Linda and Jim and Laura and Gary. You see, as I'm speaking, I believe it's coming from our Lord Jesus Christ, otherwise I wouldn't let it develop. I could stop it otherwise. I'm talking about how the words skip. It's not me saying it. They can use my voice to come through, but you judge me yourself. This doesn't just happen to me. It's from many lifetimes. You see, reincarnation is the answer to the Bible. Since I was a researcher, I'm talking about the Bible that represents every nationality in the world. To me, the unforgivable sin was that Jesus was kicked out of heaven. He was the most beautiful angel, but jealousy creeped in. The most unforgettable sin is jealousy. Stop, look, and listen and tear it apart and look what jealousy does. It wrecks many lives. I don't know why these words come to me, but what I say isn't me saying it. I don't have that much intelligence, but it's the guardian angels using this voice box. I have been Jewish, black, every nationality and many lifetimes. I'm what's called an old soul talking to you. I love every one of you listening to me. Listen quietly. You have to sit quietly. It's called meditation. Our lord Jesus Christs meditated in the garden. Take it. Believe it. Do not believe it. You have to make the choice. That's like when a Jewish boy or girl makes a bar mitzvah or bat mitzvah. He or she is totally responsible for his life. Even when Jesus was down here, he himself still had the choice. Linda, Jim, Gary, Laura, Margie, Kathy, all of us make our own choices after our bar mitzvah, the age when we know right from wrong. Only you are responsible to choose right from wrong. Now that is the truth and the law always speaks. That's why we're reborn and reborn until we're made perfect, until we enter the gates of heaven. Prove it to me I'm wrong. I'll prove it to you I'm right. Reincarnation is the proof of the Bible. Why are so many people against believing in reincarnation? If you don't believe in it, you don't believe in the Bible. Take this wine in remembrance of me. You in me. I in you. There was three and then two and then one you see. Take this bread. This is my flesh. I in you. You in me. You live many lifetimes. I will keep on living them until I'm made perfect because I can't be with Jesus unless I'm as pure as He is. He's my father.
When I was little, I had a Hungarian playmate. Everywhere I had a mole, I had one where my mother had hers. I had one every where my playmate had one. I spoke Hungarian as easy as she could. I loved her family. I've been every nationality except Asian. I don't like the food.
When you swallow something that goes into every place it belongs to, isn't it true that your stomach has to put it in a washing machine? If you weren't able to do that, you would die. If you didn't digest, you would die.
I love each and every one of you. That's it. Bye bye.
The little chickens are put in a chicken house and they're in chains. The chickens turn around and smack hell out of the rooster that tries to rape them. So here comes the old rooster strutting saying, "Hey hey look at me." We're saying, "Yes. We're looking at you. You're so beautiful." It's the rooster that's going to have the misery. All the little hens that are prisoners in a hen house are waiting to get even. The rooster comes at night and has the key and is strutting his stuff and saying to the hens, "See, I've got you where I want you. I can rape you. I can do anything. All the hens have already talked to each other saying, "Let's get even." There's nothing as vicious. Any man will tell you that there's no fury like a female in rage. Turns out the little hens are the boss because they're secretly planning to lay their groundwork as he's strutting around like a Hitlerite soldier. So they talk amongst themselves before the rooster comes and they make a union and wait for him. To make a long story short, when that rooster was strutting one night, laughin' at the little hens, he didn't frighten them, but they pretended to be frightened. They didn't answer when he said, "Don't I look handsome?" and, "Don't you adore me?" He said, "You better answer me or I'll throw you outside by yourself." They weren't scared anymore because they all joined together and said their prayers every night. Now they knew they could destroy that rooster. It was the little hens that barbecued the rooster when they got out the next day. They took him out the back field and put him on a rotisserie, but they didn't eat him because they didn't want to contaminate themselves, so they formed circles and danced around him singing their songs of happiness. They were free range out in the fields pulling up the little worms and smelling the flowers and singing the song, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. The little hens won the war against the whole rooster. To this day, I won't touch chicken because I love the little chicken hens (I'll get into the turkey some other day).
I was thinking, I'm going to get me a a tiny tape recorder and turn it on when I go to sleep, but then I thought that I don't want those thoughts. It turns almost into poetry. I guess it has to come spontaneously. I worked for 3 psychiatrists. Life is nothing but stepping and stones. Stop..Look..and Listen.... That is what you do with your life. My stepping stone is only a prayer away.
That's the way that stuff is being given to you, Linda and Jim and Laura and Gary. You see, as I'm speaking, I believe it's coming from our Lord Jesus Christ, otherwise I wouldn't let it develop. I could stop it otherwise. I'm talking about how the words skip. It's not me saying it. They can use my voice to come through, but you judge me yourself. This doesn't just happen to me. It's from many lifetimes. You see, reincarnation is the answer to the Bible. Since I was a researcher, I'm talking about the Bible that represents every nationality in the world. To me, the unforgivable sin was that Jesus was kicked out of heaven. He was the most beautiful angel, but jealousy creeped in. The most unforgettable sin is jealousy. Stop, look, and listen and tear it apart and look what jealousy does. It wrecks many lives. I don't know why these words come to me, but what I say isn't me saying it. I don't have that much intelligence, but it's the guardian angels using this voice box. I have been Jewish, black, every nationality and many lifetimes. I'm what's called an old soul talking to you. I love every one of you listening to me. Listen quietly. You have to sit quietly. It's called meditation. Our lord Jesus Christs meditated in the garden. Take it. Believe it. Do not believe it. You have to make the choice. That's like when a Jewish boy or girl makes a bar mitzvah or bat mitzvah. He or she is totally responsible for his life. Even when Jesus was down here, he himself still had the choice. Linda, Jim, Gary, Laura, Margie, Kathy, all of us make our own choices after our bar mitzvah, the age when we know right from wrong. Only you are responsible to choose right from wrong. Now that is the truth and the law always speaks. That's why we're reborn and reborn until we're made perfect, until we enter the gates of heaven. Prove it to me I'm wrong. I'll prove it to you I'm right. Reincarnation is the proof of the Bible. Why are so many people against believing in reincarnation? If you don't believe in it, you don't believe in the Bible. Take this wine in remembrance of me. You in me. I in you. There was three and then two and then one you see. Take this bread. This is my flesh. I in you. You in me. You live many lifetimes. I will keep on living them until I'm made perfect because I can't be with Jesus unless I'm as pure as He is. He's my father.
When I was little, I had a Hungarian playmate. Everywhere I had a mole, I had one where my mother had hers. I had one every where my playmate had one. I spoke Hungarian as easy as she could. I loved her family. I've been every nationality except Asian. I don't like the food.
When you swallow something that goes into every place it belongs to, isn't it true that your stomach has to put it in a washing machine? If you weren't able to do that, you would die. If you didn't digest, you would die.
I love each and every one of you. That's it. Bye bye.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
I Will Be Reborn Again
Hello again. I'm so happy to hear from you. Linda and Jim, I think you're getting younger instead of older because of all of the activity and all that you accomplish. You're going backwards in age and I mean that in the best way possible. I tried to turn my birthday around from 95 to 59. What month were you born in? I want to look up your astrology because you're such happy couple and so young. God bless that family. You inherited this close-knitness from someone. You have fun amongst yourselves. You don't need outsiders.
See, I am my best friend. I talk to my cats, Charlie and Lola. They come down every morning and I say, "Good morning," to them and I chastise them sometimes too because they're like children. Lola was in the shelter and was given back twice. She's independent and doesn't like Charlie. She'll whack him across the nose and he'll take off running. They're my family, is what I'm saying. My cat Charlie, walks around and bosses Lola and guards the house, walking like a Terman gestapo soldier, a Hitlerite.
Laura is a scorpio. Ooohh boy. Highly intelligent. You can't fool her. She can intercept your thoughts. I studied astrology for a couple years because I was bored when I retired.
Now I don't know what's going to happen when I pass over that river. I know my rowboat's going to have a lot of holes in it, but it's because I've been baptized 3 times, Baptist, Catholic and Church of God (Protestant minister) that I don't know who's going to take me and be waiting across the river. Because of guru I studied in India ( a yogi), I recognized people from my past life. I don't know if it will be a guru from India, a Baptist minister, or a Catholic priest. I hope my Lord Jesus is coming for me. The Autobiography Of A Yogi. Read it. It will interest you.
I believe in reincarnation. I was born believing in it. It has all the answers to life and the hereafter. I can recognize different lives. My last life was in England on the isle of Wait. My father's parents came from there. I've been in India and I could tell because when I read the autobiography, I would come home from work at night from general motors in the cafeteria and from taking care of the elderly as a nurse's aid (in the 30's-90's) and I was progressing into a higher order of belief. I've been in Austria. That's why I love the Austrian music. I can relax and be in knots and put the record on and the world becomes like soft velvet when I go into meditation. I've worked my way up to the seven layers of learning. There are seven layers and we come back to work out karma. Karma is the way I treat people. I will come back and I will be that personality and I will experience how I treated another person. My last incarnation was India because I love nothing but starches. I love it. my favorite is starches and I was born a vegetarian. I think our Lord Jesus Christ was a vegetarian, but everyone has a right to their own opinion. When I come forward from my childhood, I see that I loved the pastel colors. Now I love forest green and orange. My past life was loving the pastel shades and colors. What you like and dislike will tell you your previous lives. Your music and your gifts that God has given you will also tell you. When you go into medication at the end of the working day, you totally relax and the thoughts that you recognize are the previous lifetime. If you really want to go further, you quietly go into meditation like when Jesus was on the mount when the devil came to him, (That horny creature. I don't like to take the energy to give a name to him.) you can be aware of your past. I would come home and get ready for bed and crawl in bed after working 7-11 and so I would read that autobiography of a yogi and I'd turn the page and once, I sat straight up in bed like electricity, and I recognized that yogi and he was Yogananda. I turned the page and I recognized this guru. All at once the tears came streaming down my cheeks because I was so homesick. Draw your own conclusions but you will recognize if you've had a life in India if you sit quietly.
I have been in many lives. The only ones I don't have any recall to are Japan, China, and the other Asiatic countries. England is my love. I went to California with my husband and we went into this one restaurant and read the menu and ordered red cabbage and I got a second helping. That's how you can tell what life you're in. I recognized it instantly. If I was in Japan and China, I have no recollection of that one. Those from India are the ones I have total recall that I've found from reading the book. I recognize things from reading the book.
I have never been able to get through the reading of the crucifixion or the crucifixion in my prayers. I cry hysterically. I watch it. I had to be there because I can't get through it when I try to read it or say my prayers. When I get to thanking Him for giving his life and thanking Him for taking my sins upon himself, I cry.
I guarantee you after you read that autobiography, you will have a lot of insight to previous times.
You will recognize your past lives after you read that autobiography of a yogi. Sometimes, I'd turn the pages and recognize Paramanhansa Yoganunda. Don't scoff at it. Get the book and read it. You'll recognize somebody. It'll awaken you to the truth (and every word that Jesus spoke when he walked the earth is the truth.)
I don't care what or who you are, or what you recognize in what I say or not, but if we work together in a lifetime, sometime hundreds of years ago, we were born in that lifetime.
True story: I was taking care of Laura, a patient who was bedfast. I was the last nurse that the nurses sent out on that case. I want to clarify that I was not an RN. I was a nurse's aid and went through classes at the hospital. In one life, I had been a surgeon...a male well-known surgeon and made a mistake. I did something wrong. I came back as a low man on a totem pole to become a nurse's aid. I loved every patient. When i would go with the doctor on a case in a home, I told them I will do you no harm. I'm here to help you. That's the way I still am. I washed the patient, carried the bedpan. That's one of my karma's. I will continue to come back again and again until I'm made perfect and then I will enter the gates of heaven. I was so sad when Laura died, but when your mother, Laura walked through my door, it was a God-given gift because of my little patient, Laura. You're going to meet, many times, people that were in one of your lifetimes. That is when Jesus says, "Ye shall be reborn and reborn until ye are made perfect and enter the gates of heaven." We go through seven layers because we have a chance to undo what we did before.
Our lord is the most beautiful father anyone on the face of our earth can have, okay? Why didn't his apostles recognize him in the garden and He had to show them the holes in His hand? He had to have a flesh body in order to stand on this earth. Now remember that He was perfect and had been at the right hand of God his father. Jesus had to come back to prove to them because doubt crept into their thoughts. Thomas the apostle had to put his hand where the sword pierced to have proof, so don't feel bad if you have to have proof.
You come back to work out karma. I have been black. How else would I understand the blacks and work side by side scrubbing floors? I understand them. I cried when I started to read the book about them coming over as slaves. It tore me to pieces and I couldn't finish it. I understood the heartache they went through. My heart ached for them. That's how you know. I will be Chinese and Japanese when i'm reborn again. I will be reborn again. How else will you know someone you treated badly?
See, I am my best friend. I talk to my cats, Charlie and Lola. They come down every morning and I say, "Good morning," to them and I chastise them sometimes too because they're like children. Lola was in the shelter and was given back twice. She's independent and doesn't like Charlie. She'll whack him across the nose and he'll take off running. They're my family, is what I'm saying. My cat Charlie, walks around and bosses Lola and guards the house, walking like a Terman gestapo soldier, a Hitlerite.
Laura is a scorpio. Ooohh boy. Highly intelligent. You can't fool her. She can intercept your thoughts. I studied astrology for a couple years because I was bored when I retired.
Now I don't know what's going to happen when I pass over that river. I know my rowboat's going to have a lot of holes in it, but it's because I've been baptized 3 times, Baptist, Catholic and Church of God (Protestant minister) that I don't know who's going to take me and be waiting across the river. Because of guru I studied in India ( a yogi), I recognized people from my past life. I don't know if it will be a guru from India, a Baptist minister, or a Catholic priest. I hope my Lord Jesus is coming for me. The Autobiography Of A Yogi. Read it. It will interest you.
I believe in reincarnation. I was born believing in it. It has all the answers to life and the hereafter. I can recognize different lives. My last life was in England on the isle of Wait. My father's parents came from there. I've been in India and I could tell because when I read the autobiography, I would come home from work at night from general motors in the cafeteria and from taking care of the elderly as a nurse's aid (in the 30's-90's) and I was progressing into a higher order of belief. I've been in Austria. That's why I love the Austrian music. I can relax and be in knots and put the record on and the world becomes like soft velvet when I go into meditation. I've worked my way up to the seven layers of learning. There are seven layers and we come back to work out karma. Karma is the way I treat people. I will come back and I will be that personality and I will experience how I treated another person. My last incarnation was India because I love nothing but starches. I love it. my favorite is starches and I was born a vegetarian. I think our Lord Jesus Christ was a vegetarian, but everyone has a right to their own opinion. When I come forward from my childhood, I see that I loved the pastel colors. Now I love forest green and orange. My past life was loving the pastel shades and colors. What you like and dislike will tell you your previous lives. Your music and your gifts that God has given you will also tell you. When you go into medication at the end of the working day, you totally relax and the thoughts that you recognize are the previous lifetime. If you really want to go further, you quietly go into meditation like when Jesus was on the mount when the devil came to him, (That horny creature. I don't like to take the energy to give a name to him.) you can be aware of your past. I would come home and get ready for bed and crawl in bed after working 7-11 and so I would read that autobiography of a yogi and I'd turn the page and once, I sat straight up in bed like electricity, and I recognized that yogi and he was Yogananda. I turned the page and I recognized this guru. All at once the tears came streaming down my cheeks because I was so homesick. Draw your own conclusions but you will recognize if you've had a life in India if you sit quietly.
I have been in many lives. The only ones I don't have any recall to are Japan, China, and the other Asiatic countries. England is my love. I went to California with my husband and we went into this one restaurant and read the menu and ordered red cabbage and I got a second helping. That's how you can tell what life you're in. I recognized it instantly. If I was in Japan and China, I have no recollection of that one. Those from India are the ones I have total recall that I've found from reading the book. I recognize things from reading the book.
I have never been able to get through the reading of the crucifixion or the crucifixion in my prayers. I cry hysterically. I watch it. I had to be there because I can't get through it when I try to read it or say my prayers. When I get to thanking Him for giving his life and thanking Him for taking my sins upon himself, I cry.
I guarantee you after you read that autobiography, you will have a lot of insight to previous times.
You will recognize your past lives after you read that autobiography of a yogi. Sometimes, I'd turn the pages and recognize Paramanhansa Yoganunda. Don't scoff at it. Get the book and read it. You'll recognize somebody. It'll awaken you to the truth (and every word that Jesus spoke when he walked the earth is the truth.)
I don't care what or who you are, or what you recognize in what I say or not, but if we work together in a lifetime, sometime hundreds of years ago, we were born in that lifetime.
True story: I was taking care of Laura, a patient who was bedfast. I was the last nurse that the nurses sent out on that case. I want to clarify that I was not an RN. I was a nurse's aid and went through classes at the hospital. In one life, I had been a surgeon...a male well-known surgeon and made a mistake. I did something wrong. I came back as a low man on a totem pole to become a nurse's aid. I loved every patient. When i would go with the doctor on a case in a home, I told them I will do you no harm. I'm here to help you. That's the way I still am. I washed the patient, carried the bedpan. That's one of my karma's. I will continue to come back again and again until I'm made perfect and then I will enter the gates of heaven. I was so sad when Laura died, but when your mother, Laura walked through my door, it was a God-given gift because of my little patient, Laura. You're going to meet, many times, people that were in one of your lifetimes. That is when Jesus says, "Ye shall be reborn and reborn until ye are made perfect and enter the gates of heaven." We go through seven layers because we have a chance to undo what we did before.
Our lord is the most beautiful father anyone on the face of our earth can have, okay? Why didn't his apostles recognize him in the garden and He had to show them the holes in His hand? He had to have a flesh body in order to stand on this earth. Now remember that He was perfect and had been at the right hand of God his father. Jesus had to come back to prove to them because doubt crept into their thoughts. Thomas the apostle had to put his hand where the sword pierced to have proof, so don't feel bad if you have to have proof.
You come back to work out karma. I have been black. How else would I understand the blacks and work side by side scrubbing floors? I understand them. I cried when I started to read the book about them coming over as slaves. It tore me to pieces and I couldn't finish it. I understood the heartache they went through. My heart ached for them. That's how you know. I will be Chinese and Japanese when i'm reborn again. I will be reborn again. How else will you know someone you treated badly?
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
The Chances We Took
I went to beauty school when I was thirty-eight to become a
beautician, so I got out and bought my own beauty shop. It was between
the ice cream store and the hardware store, with only a fire wall to
separate the two. This was in the 60's and 70's.
A beautician is like a psychiatrist. People go in to have their hair worked on and sit there and unload. They have so much to say. I had warned those girls, "When you're workin' on a customer, you don't know who you're talkin' to. Judy, I want you to put a halter on your tongue."
One day, one of my beauticians was working on a customer. Judy was working on another lady. The one was talking about the other lady's husband running around with her and the other one got up and hit the other with a hair brush. Judy ended up pulling one customer's hair trying to get her off of the other customer. I had to call the police to separate them. The police came and they were laughin' so hard, they didn't want to separate them. I said, "They're going to kill each other, you idiots!"
If I told you everything that happened at that beauty shop...
Another day, I was reading the morning journal and drinking my coffee at 9am and I thought, "What was that noise i heard? That sounded like Miss. L." I went to my door and running out of her door, I saw this black man in a plaid shirt. I called the police real quick. He had gone into the ice cream store and when the kids were lined up to get their ice cream cones, he hit Mrs. L, blackened her eye and beat her. That was the noise I heard. It was muffled. The police caught him as he went over the bridge. Miss L. did not like the blacks. This one colored guy was standing in line and she wouldn't take his brother's order and ignored him to take someone else's order. That's why the guy jumped over the counter and hit her. That was back when they had just started block busting. The blacks had just started going into stores.
One day, my husband had to go to Pennsylvania to visit his sister, so when I went in, I had to open without him. Usually he stayed with me until I opened. I heard someone out walkin' on the roof of the hardware store next door. Then I heard, "Open up! FBI! Open up!" The man had stolen equipment from Chicago and the FBI had come to get him.
I decided to sell my beauty shop before I got murdered or something happened. That, and the furnace was getting ready to blow up. The fire chief had red tagged it.
Then, I went to the hospital to be a nurses aid. Dr. W. was a patient and was in the hospital on my floor on my end of the hall, so I had to give him his bed bath. He was driving Smitty, the head nurse crazy. Every time a nurse would go in to check on him, he would throw his covers off, stark naked, on purpose. He was nuts. She told me he thought he had syphilis. I told her to tell him off, but she said, "Oh my gosh, I can't do that!" The nurses would trick me into doing what they weren't allowed to do. When I walked in his room and the covers went off, I said, "Listen you! I told you not to do that!" He looked at me and said, "There's nothing you can do about it. They won't believe you." We all got sick of it and they weren't allowed to chastise him, so we had to put up with it. Smitty said, "You don't have to put up with it because you're a nurse's aid." I said, "Well what do you want me to do, kill him?!" I put a belly band (when a woman had a baby in those days, they put it on to hold the uterus in) on him and attached it with a safety pin and hid it so he couldn't get it off! Well, he never did it again!
In 1965, I didn't know how to drive a car. My husband was trying to teach me how to drive a Model T Ford. You had to get out and crank it with that thing. He taught me how to drive in the middle of a cornfield and I almost ran into a tree stump.
When I look back at the chances we took, innocently, and my life experiences, it's unbelievable!
A beautician is like a psychiatrist. People go in to have their hair worked on and sit there and unload. They have so much to say. I had warned those girls, "When you're workin' on a customer, you don't know who you're talkin' to. Judy, I want you to put a halter on your tongue."
One day, one of my beauticians was working on a customer. Judy was working on another lady. The one was talking about the other lady's husband running around with her and the other one got up and hit the other with a hair brush. Judy ended up pulling one customer's hair trying to get her off of the other customer. I had to call the police to separate them. The police came and they were laughin' so hard, they didn't want to separate them. I said, "They're going to kill each other, you idiots!"
If I told you everything that happened at that beauty shop...
Another day, I was reading the morning journal and drinking my coffee at 9am and I thought, "What was that noise i heard? That sounded like Miss. L." I went to my door and running out of her door, I saw this black man in a plaid shirt. I called the police real quick. He had gone into the ice cream store and when the kids were lined up to get their ice cream cones, he hit Mrs. L, blackened her eye and beat her. That was the noise I heard. It was muffled. The police caught him as he went over the bridge. Miss L. did not like the blacks. This one colored guy was standing in line and she wouldn't take his brother's order and ignored him to take someone else's order. That's why the guy jumped over the counter and hit her. That was back when they had just started block busting. The blacks had just started going into stores.
One day, my husband had to go to Pennsylvania to visit his sister, so when I went in, I had to open without him. Usually he stayed with me until I opened. I heard someone out walkin' on the roof of the hardware store next door. Then I heard, "Open up! FBI! Open up!" The man had stolen equipment from Chicago and the FBI had come to get him.
I decided to sell my beauty shop before I got murdered or something happened. That, and the furnace was getting ready to blow up. The fire chief had red tagged it.
Then, I went to the hospital to be a nurses aid. Dr. W. was a patient and was in the hospital on my floor on my end of the hall, so I had to give him his bed bath. He was driving Smitty, the head nurse crazy. Every time a nurse would go in to check on him, he would throw his covers off, stark naked, on purpose. He was nuts. She told me he thought he had syphilis. I told her to tell him off, but she said, "Oh my gosh, I can't do that!" The nurses would trick me into doing what they weren't allowed to do. When I walked in his room and the covers went off, I said, "Listen you! I told you not to do that!" He looked at me and said, "There's nothing you can do about it. They won't believe you." We all got sick of it and they weren't allowed to chastise him, so we had to put up with it. Smitty said, "You don't have to put up with it because you're a nurse's aid." I said, "Well what do you want me to do, kill him?!" I put a belly band (when a woman had a baby in those days, they put it on to hold the uterus in) on him and attached it with a safety pin and hid it so he couldn't get it off! Well, he never did it again!
In 1965, I didn't know how to drive a car. My husband was trying to teach me how to drive a Model T Ford. You had to get out and crank it with that thing. He taught me how to drive in the middle of a cornfield and I almost ran into a tree stump.
When I look back at the chances we took, innocently, and my life experiences, it's unbelievable!
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Life Is Nothing But A Bowl Of Cherries
Let's go! Hi, everybody! I'm Margie! Last time, I checked, I was Margie! First of all, I want to say, "hi," to Linda and Jim. You talk about me sounding like a fun person. Well I see you, Linda and Jim. I see you on the computer. You're a handsome couple and you look young, young, young. Well that wasn't nice because I don't know how old you are!
I know I'm alive because when I woke up this morning I pinched myself and it hurt.
Hi, I'm Kathy, Margie's friend. At the moment, she has a mental block.
Ok, Margie is back with you again. I think I am. Oh man, they say growing old in the middle ages is the golden years. I'd like to get ahold of that person who said it's the golden years. They're more like the drying up years. No, I'm just kidding. And by the way, I have a question from all of you out there. I haven't been hearing anything from anybody. Wake up and smell the flowers because you're way behind me. In another hour I probably won't remember where I am, but life is beautiful I think. I know it is. Kathy's trying to help me out here. I've got a mental block and I hope the Dear Lord lets me get rid of the mental block. Oh, He will. Speaking of a mental block, I hope my memory does come back, that is if i have any memory left. That's a subject I dwell on myself. Life is nothing but a bowl of cherries. Those cherries is rotten and dried up and blown away. I sound like an idiot. I sometimes wonder if I'm in this world or out of this world. That's the pits. Did you ever stop to wonder if this world is a dream? i'm jealous of you young people, so I'm giving you something to worry about. Ask yourself the question: Is life just a dream or am I living here? Sometimes I think people are thinking as I'm talking to them, "She's certifiable," but really I'm not. At least the last time I heard Margie talking to herself, she said that.
Now I know what those radio personalities say when they've got a mental block. Now I forgot what I was talking about. Kathy just interrupted me and I don't remember what I said. I'm having a heck of a time, Linda and Jim. Hang in there. I am normal and I'm not schizophrenic. I don't think so. Well that gives me something to think about. Sometimes, I think to myself, "Have I died and gone to heaven or am I alive laying in this bed" By the way, I just gave you all something to think about. Is this the real life or a dream? Let me know if you want to.
Let me tell you about my cat. Now, my daughter has a cat named Lola, a little female of course. My cat, being a Maine Coon bosses her, walkin around doing the Gestapo walk through the house and crackin out his orders to her, but she's a smart little girl. As she passes him by, she will hiss and then take off running and then him right after her. Do you see what I'm trying to really tell you people is when you become elderly, I mean when you become ancient, the life of your cat means a lot to you. Kathy just said the life of her cat means a lot to her too! Dear Kathy, she has the patience of a saint. She has to with me and then when she goes home, I know she goes to bed because she's exhausted trying to understand, "What in the world did she say? What did she mean?" Don't try to figure it out, Kathy, or you'll go bonkers like me.
Sometimes I wonder, "Am I Margie or who is that old lady sitting there mumbling to herself and then laughing like and idiot at her own jokes?" But all you people out there, I bet I have a better time than you do worrying about your bills and everyday things. I don't have that worry anymore. First of all, I don't have to pay bills, I think I paid it. Well they'll tell me if I did or not. You see, I can't remember what to worry about. I can't think of what to worry about and then I let it go. My mother said, "Don't borrow trouble 'til trouble borrows you." And by the way, as you're sitting there letting your mind drift, be careful honey. It might not drift back! I think that's what happened to Margie. I think I'm Margie. Oh well. Life is a lot of laughter. I think so. Well that gives me something to argue about. I hope when you're done listening, you don't either take to the bed or you have a beautiful cocktail to be able to figure out what I am saying.
I know I'm alive because when I woke up this morning I pinched myself and it hurt.
Hi, I'm Kathy, Margie's friend. At the moment, she has a mental block.
Ok, Margie is back with you again. I think I am. Oh man, they say growing old in the middle ages is the golden years. I'd like to get ahold of that person who said it's the golden years. They're more like the drying up years. No, I'm just kidding. And by the way, I have a question from all of you out there. I haven't been hearing anything from anybody. Wake up and smell the flowers because you're way behind me. In another hour I probably won't remember where I am, but life is beautiful I think. I know it is. Kathy's trying to help me out here. I've got a mental block and I hope the Dear Lord lets me get rid of the mental block. Oh, He will. Speaking of a mental block, I hope my memory does come back, that is if i have any memory left. That's a subject I dwell on myself. Life is nothing but a bowl of cherries. Those cherries is rotten and dried up and blown away. I sound like an idiot. I sometimes wonder if I'm in this world or out of this world. That's the pits. Did you ever stop to wonder if this world is a dream? i'm jealous of you young people, so I'm giving you something to worry about. Ask yourself the question: Is life just a dream or am I living here? Sometimes I think people are thinking as I'm talking to them, "She's certifiable," but really I'm not. At least the last time I heard Margie talking to herself, she said that.
Now I know what those radio personalities say when they've got a mental block. Now I forgot what I was talking about. Kathy just interrupted me and I don't remember what I said. I'm having a heck of a time, Linda and Jim. Hang in there. I am normal and I'm not schizophrenic. I don't think so. Well that gives me something to think about. Sometimes, I think to myself, "Have I died and gone to heaven or am I alive laying in this bed" By the way, I just gave you all something to think about. Is this the real life or a dream? Let me know if you want to.
Let me tell you about my cat. Now, my daughter has a cat named Lola, a little female of course. My cat, being a Maine Coon bosses her, walkin around doing the Gestapo walk through the house and crackin out his orders to her, but she's a smart little girl. As she passes him by, she will hiss and then take off running and then him right after her. Do you see what I'm trying to really tell you people is when you become elderly, I mean when you become ancient, the life of your cat means a lot to you. Kathy just said the life of her cat means a lot to her too! Dear Kathy, she has the patience of a saint. She has to with me and then when she goes home, I know she goes to bed because she's exhausted trying to understand, "What in the world did she say? What did she mean?" Don't try to figure it out, Kathy, or you'll go bonkers like me.
Sometimes I wonder, "Am I Margie or who is that old lady sitting there mumbling to herself and then laughing like and idiot at her own jokes?" But all you people out there, I bet I have a better time than you do worrying about your bills and everyday things. I don't have that worry anymore. First of all, I don't have to pay bills, I think I paid it. Well they'll tell me if I did or not. You see, I can't remember what to worry about. I can't think of what to worry about and then I let it go. My mother said, "Don't borrow trouble 'til trouble borrows you." And by the way, as you're sitting there letting your mind drift, be careful honey. It might not drift back! I think that's what happened to Margie. I think I'm Margie. Oh well. Life is a lot of laughter. I think so. Well that gives me something to argue about. I hope when you're done listening, you don't either take to the bed or you have a beautiful cocktail to be able to figure out what I am saying.
Friday, February 21, 2014
We'll Do The Tennessee Waltz
Hello, you beautiful Tennessee people! My name is Margie. This is all new to me. I'm just about 95 years old and all my people, generations back, were from Tennessee. You're the best cooks in the world! I'm from Ohio, but they can't take the South out of me. It's always been there and it always will be. The best music in the world that my ears will ever hear is from Tennessee. I love every one of you down there!
My friend, Bonnie: Are you looking at this website? My little friend, Kathy, has introduced this to me. Any of you all down there that last name is Robins, I KNOW we're related! So get your rear end off of that rocking chair and answer this call to you all. We'll do the Tennessee Waltz together (thank God) before I leave this earth. And by the way, I'm NOT senile. I may be a little kooky, but I have fun every day, laughing my way in this mixed up world. Boy, am I glad to meet you all again. I would love to have some of your recipes: the old fashioned kind. If your grandmother is still alive, get a pencil and paper and send them my way.
Listen, you all! I have a tale to tell you all. Back here, in the North, when you turn up your toes for the last time, my casket will be going into my church (which it will be) and the congregation will be singing Near to God. When they bury me, I'll sit up in my casket, turn and look at you all, and I will say, "Hi, you all! I'm on my way to Tennessee!"
Goodbye for now. See you next week.
My friend, Bonnie: Are you looking at this website? My little friend, Kathy, has introduced this to me. Any of you all down there that last name is Robins, I KNOW we're related! So get your rear end off of that rocking chair and answer this call to you all. We'll do the Tennessee Waltz together (thank God) before I leave this earth. And by the way, I'm NOT senile. I may be a little kooky, but I have fun every day, laughing my way in this mixed up world. Boy, am I glad to meet you all again. I would love to have some of your recipes: the old fashioned kind. If your grandmother is still alive, get a pencil and paper and send them my way.
Listen, you all! I have a tale to tell you all. Back here, in the North, when you turn up your toes for the last time, my casket will be going into my church (which it will be) and the congregation will be singing Near to God. When they bury me, I'll sit up in my casket, turn and look at you all, and I will say, "Hi, you all! I'm on my way to Tennessee!"
Goodbye for now. See you next week.
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