I Wish Aunt Emily Were Back at Home

[ampoule]

You collect things to tell Cdn's late husband!? Is this a new category of infidelity, Posthumous Adultery!!!

Why yes, he adores my little stories about Indiana. Cdn knows all about it though, so it's okay, I think.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Why yes, he adores my little stories about Indiana. Cdn knows all about it though, so it's okay, I think.

God! What a relief...because, the things one has heard about redheads...And since you were kind enough to provide me with that deep, subtle poem about onions, I think it only fair that I reciprocate with:

Indi, Indi, anna; Indi, Indi, anna.
Indi, Indi, Indi, Indi, Indi, Indi, anna.

O, to be in Indianna!
That's where I'd like to be,
Than be bound in Ioway
And drag the chains of slavery. CHORUS

In Indianna land is free;
The wheat and corn just plant themselves.
Then grow a good four feet a day,
While on your bed you rest yourself. CHORUS

Beer as sweet as Munchener
Springs from the ground and flows away.
The cows all like to milk themselves
And hens lay eggs ten times a day. CHORUS
Little roasted piggies
Rush about the city streets,
Inquiring so politely if
A slice of ham you'd like to eat. Chorus

Say, if you'd begin to live,
To Indianna you must go'
The poorest man in Ioway
Becomes a Duke in a year or so. Chorus

Oh, to be in Indianna,
That's where I'd like to be;
Than be bound in Ioway
And drag the chains of slavery. Chorus

[ampoule]

Oh my gosh, that's hilarious! Where on earth did you find that? I'm going to a jam session on Friday. That would be so fun to sing.
Even though I'm really a Native Daughter of the Golden West, I've been in Indiana a long time, so I loved it. Thanks Prince!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh my gosh, that's hilarious! Where on earth did you find that? I'm going to a jam session on Friday. That would be so fun to sing.
Even though I'm really a Native Daughter of the Golden West, I've been in Indiana a long time, so I loved it. Thanks Prince!

Obviously you were too busy necking and what-not to be marching along with me and my left-wing comrades, protesting the ills of the world! The song is actually Oleanna, about an attempt by a Norwegian immigrant to set up a Utopian community in the USA. If you want to know the tune (it's a rousing one) you know what to do!!!

[ampoule]

I love this morning. I am laughing so much! And would you believe my birthday falls on the Norwegian Independence Day, the first one? And yes, I'm a much better necker than marcher. LOL

You are very clever.

[firefangled]

Someone on here, someone dear to me, recently lost his brother-in-law, which reminded me of this poem I wrote for children. After I had written it, I realized that it was about the death, not very long before, of my kid-brother, Ted, at age 37, about which I was still in denial. In fact, I came to understand that the reference here to the phone was prompted by my feeling, for several weeks after his death, that the only reason I wasn't hearing from him was that I had stupidly forgotten his phone number!

And the last line - about the best I have ever written, I think - expresses both the persona's and my helplessness in the face of the incomprehensibility of death.

I wish Aunt Emily were back at home.
She went away about a month ago.
She said she'd phone.
She never did.

I guess that where she went
There aren't many phones.
I know she's not afraid
To be alone.

She's an adventurer.
She's very tall.
She's my favourite aunt.
I wish she'd call.

That's all.

J. Newman © 2006

I want to acknowledge that Jerry posted this for the loss of my wife's younger brother and for that, as I told him in a private message, I was very touched. And I also appreciate all your condolences, but this is more about my wife's loss than mine, which is why I have been silent. The hardest thing for me is seeing the depth of her grief.

Nevertheless, it helps to know so many people we have never met care enough to send such loving thoughts. This was my wife's only close living relative and the loss will be with her for a long while. When she is up to it, I will show her, I Wish Aunt Emily Were Back Home.

Thank you, Prince (and you are) and everyone.

[Granny5]

Take care of your wife. Our thoughts and prayers are with her and with you, firefangled.

[ampoule]

Yes, fire, again my condolences to you and your wife. Sometimes I think it hurts more to see our loved ones suffer.

And I apologize for the silly banter with Prince on such a serious thread...but he started it.

[firefangled]

And I apologize for the silly banter with Prince on such a serious thread...but he started it.

Yes, he did, didn't he. And what a marvel we humans are that we have such devices as humor to kill the blues...reminds me of a song by an incredible song writer, Chris Smither...

Someone said they saw me,
they said I was swingin' the world by the tail,
jumpin' over the white clouds,
but I was killin' the blues,
just killin' the blues.

[ampoule]

Yes, he did, didn't he. And what a marvel we humans are that we have such devices as humor to kill the blues...reminds me of a song by an incredible song writer, Chris Smither...

Someone said they saw me,
they said I was swingin' the world by the tail,
jumpin' over the white clouds,
but I was killin' the blues,
just killin' the blues.

Oh.....yeah.

[PrinceMyshkin]

And I apologize for the silly banter with Prince on such a serious thread...but he started it.

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[ampoule]

I have just one word for you and I'm willing to risk the opprobrium of the moderators by putting it out plain as day, and that word is

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Why.................thank you.

[firefangled]

Why.................thank you.

How much like Maureen O'Hara are you! She is my all time favorite redhead (before virtually meeting you, of course).

You don't take shinola from anyone. I like that in a woman!