Just a Nicks Nudge


Watching the latest episode of “American Horror Story” instigated a memory. It was a wonderful tribute to Stevie Nicks, or “the White Witch,” as Lily Rabe’s Misty Day called her. “take flight” when she sang along to the background song of     “Rhiannon”

Flying is what I want if I could pick a personal superpower.  Flying in dreams is great, but to truly take flight. I am contemplating.

Years ago  I was living in Michigan with my daughter. We were undulated by a Northern blizzard of snow that came off Lake Michigan. No one on the roads. She asked me if we could go out and play in the snow with the car. I thought too myself, and then told her “If you can get the car out from under the snow piled up on it, then yes, we could play.

An hour or so later after acquiring the services of several neighbor boys she came to tell me she was ready.

No one on the roads. Snow and wind blowing as we carefully made our way. We did circle 8’s in an empty parking lot. When we came back, we warmed up and she said she wanted to go to a little tavern. It was in Saint Joseph called “High’s Saloon” It was always Christmas ready all year round. Lights twinkled, trains huffed and puffed overhead, many pieces of memorabilia like TGI Fridays before they changed.

We walked through the snow, barely able to see and it was so cold.

On the way back she stopped and we did a bit of Christmas shopping at a small shop that had no other customers. Walking home we realized we had left our doggy bag with potato skins, nacho’s, my mouth was watering.

A few weeks later she presented me with  my gift. A life-size poster of Stevie Nicks. She knew I loved the “Nicks”

The Nicks Spin was what it was all about.

Stevie’s fashion sense became my own. It was part gypsy, medieval,,gothic. I loved flowing skirts, boots and hats. Still do.

This is all about the Spin Lady.

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Dylan Outtakes


http://70dayweekend.com/2012/11/29/bob-dylan-modest-mouse-and-the-end-of-the-world/

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The FreeWheelin Dylan

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BOB DYLAN “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” record album.

This is a RARE one folks, to begin with it’s a white label PROMO radio station DJ copy that lists the four deleted tracks “Rocks And Gravel”, “Let Me Die In My Footsteps”, “Gamblin’ Willie’s Dead Man’s Hand” and “Talkin’ John Birch Blues”, but those songs are NOT on the record itself, it actually plays the songs as listed on the record album cover.

Lyrics:

Bob Dylan
Let Me Die In my Footprints

I will not go down under the ground
“Cause somebody tells me that death’s comin’ ’round
An’ I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin’ that the end is close by
“Stead of learnin’ to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don’t know if I’m smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin’ the wool over me
And if this war comes and death’s all around
Let me die on this land ‘fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s always been people that have to cause fear
They’ve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I’ve not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you’ll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.

 

My brother is what I like to fondly call the Mountain Man.

He camps in the great Pacific NorthWest. Pans for Gold, hunts Bigfoot and always has his dog Ripley by his side.

The man of many stories and adventures :)

My Bro Bigfoot Bob

Hidden Layers


I watched an old movie last night “Transsiberian” Filmed in Lithuania, with additional photography in Beijing and Russia.

The starkness of the black and white country side was the icing on the cake so too speak. I love suspense filled train movies. All the compartments one can hide in.

It made me realize I am missing my nesting dolls. Wonder where they are ?

In the movie they were used to transport Heroin.  I used to keep my stud earrings in them.

 

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Favorite Quotes I liked From Transsiberian

“With lies, you may go ahead in the world, but you may never go back.”

Kill off all my demons, and my angels might die too.

The quote is from the movie Transsiberian, which mis-quotes Williams.  The original quote is:

“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels” Tennessee Williams

Like an onion peel, each layer brings out another and another. The Dolls open and reveal a tinier version within until the infant appears as a single last piece.

“Life is like a onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep” Carl Sandburg

The onion metaphor has often been used to describe the process of delving into a person’s psyche. Layers are removed to reveal what is beneath, toward the core. The metaphor reflects the many layers that we have inside us. Most who use this metaphor suggest that peeling away the layers of the onion is the complete story. The assumption seems to be that the awareness that happens as the layers of the onion are peeled away changes people. Is it the tears? Is it some magical healing factor that happens by exposing what was hidden to the light of day? Is it revealing the possibilities waiting for expression in the undamaged inner core? Certainly knowing what is within is useful, but usually insight alone is not enough to make real change and to sustain it.

Rich Liotta ©2010


Strangers in a deranged land

By Roger Ebert
“Transsiberian” is (how shall I put this?) one hell of a thriller.

It’s not often that I feel true suspense and dread building within me, but they were building during long stretches of this expertly constructed film. It takes place mostly on board the Transsiberian Express from Beijing to Moscow, at eight days the longest train journey in the world. And it uses the train as an asset: The characters all have to be on here somewhere, don’t they?

The movie stars Emily Mortimer as Jesse and Woody Harrelson as her husband Roy. They’ve just finished working with poor kids in China on behalf of their church group. Roy is a train buff. I’ve known a couple, and they’re exactly like this: Thinking nothing of going out in the minus 23-degree cold of Siberia to check out an old steam engine. Emily, we learn, was a wild child when younger, is now clean and sober. Roy is a straight arrow. They love each other.

On board the train they meet another couple. Abby (Kate Mara) is confused 20-year-old runaway from Seattle. Carlos (Eduardo Noriega), 10 or 15 years older, is a charming Spanish traveler, who knows a lot about customs and passports.

From the moment Carlos sees her, he has his eyes on Jesse. She knows this. When they all get off the train, Roy and Carlos go to look at the steam engine, and Carlos fingers a long iron rod. Back on the train again, Jesse is startled to find her husband not in board. In a panic, she gets off at the next stop to wait for him, hoping he only missed the train. Carlos and Abby get off to be with her.

Already I’m feeling the fears of a stranger in a strange land. Tourists in Russia are welcomed where tourists go, but the Russians they meet in this movie are poor, bitter and hostile, starting with the venomous woman who is the “hostess” on their rail car. While they’re all waiting together at the next town, Carlos persuades Jesse to take a bus ride with him. Then they trek through a deserted snowy landscape to see an abandoned but indeed pretty Orthodox church. What happens there you will not learn from me, nor will I say much about later events.

Turns out Roy did merely miss the train. While laid over, he made friends with the Russian narcotics detective Grinko (Ben Kingsley, expanding his repertoire of ethnic characters). Grinko is friendly and confiding. But then certain questions arise, and Jesse is shaky at answering them.

The movie, written and directed by Brad Anderson (“The Machinist,” “Next Stop Wonderland”), is constructed with many of the devices and much of the skill of a Hitchcock. There is an interesting twist on Hitch’s “The Lady Vanishes.” Instead of one or more passengers disappearing, most of the train disappears. Jesse gets up, heads for the rear of the train, and almost falls out the back door to her death. From overhead shots, we know the train is very long. What happened to all the other cars?

This is one of those trips after which you post dire warnings on the net and file lawsuits — if you survive. The movie’s secrets are manipulated into a clockwork mechanism that grinds to crush Jesse and Roy, and Jesse keeps right on saying the wrong things.  She hangs onto her sobriety like a life raft, but she still has a reckless streak. Harrelson, an actor of so many notes, is here earnest and sincere, and too trusting. Kingsley bites like a knife. Noriega persuasively plays Carlos with all of his secrets, and Mara is a wounded runaway who Jesse believes is a “good person.”

Although the movie has several action sequences, not one is put in for effect. They all grow from the plot, and drive it — even, I would argue, the concluding train sequence, which is certainly improbable but makes a certain sense. Like all the best suspense movies, “Transsiberian” starts in neutral, taking the time to introduce its characters, and then goes from second into high like greased lightning. I was a little surprised to notice how thoroughly it wound me up. This is a good one.

Cast & Credits

Roy: Woody Harrelson
Grinko: Ben Kingsley
Jesse: Emily Mortimer
Abby: Kate Mara
Carlos: Eduardo Noriega

Who ? Me ?


I transcribed the lyrics to this song since it can not be found on the WWW. The song yes.

The lyrics are below. I did my best. It’s a neat song by Tex Williams. My dad used to listen to it.

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

Man, you telling me..I got into trouble talking, me of all people. Why I was just walking along the street and met a pretty girl. She said ” Let’s stop in some cafe and get me a bite too eat”

I said “Who are you talking too ?”
She said “You” and I said ” Who ? and she said “You” and I said “Me” she said “Yes”

No, I said “no lady I don’t, well we see we never met well I’d like too but we I’m little short on I mean it’s a long ways too I couldn’t afford but no you see but I took her though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

Now when we was through eating she just sit there talking yap yap yap like women will.
The waiter came over and handed me the biggest bill and said “that’s for you” I said “Who are you talking too”
He said “You” and I said ” Who” He said “You” and I said “Me”
He said “Yes” and I said “No, you’ve got the wrong $18, not for what a cup of coffee and a half ,no we didn’t even have, no I won’t pay it, call the manager, I paid him though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

Now I don’t know exactly how it happened but that gal sure hooked me for life

Next thing I know I was standing in front of a preacher and he was saying “Do you take this girl to be your loving wife”

I said “Who are you talking too ?”
He said “You” and I said “Who”
He said “You” and I said “Me” he said “Yes”
I said “”No,I hardly know, I bought her, may have kissed her,her mama wouldn’t like, she’s too young. I married her though

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

Now when we got home that night I was so tired I was wishing I was dead.But she was feeling fine and she said honey it was 2 o’clock and it was time for us to go too bed

I said “Who are you talking too?
She said “You” and I said “Who” and she said “You”
and I said “Me” She said “Yes” I said “Honey Alright”

If you don’t talk too much you won’t get into trouble

But if you talk too much your trouble will be double

 

Vintage Everwear trunk made into a coffee table « Slowly Faded Treasures


Dang, I had an old steamer trunk for years. Kept things hidden away in it and my cat Purrby used it for his napping spot.

Why ? Oh Why did I have the need to give it away. I am sad.

Vintage Everwear trunk made into a coffee table « Slowly Faded Treasures.

The Pond


I was talking too Minnie in bed. Telling her how she has been there through thick and thin, never wavering. She had jumped up on me and I sounded like Katherine Hepburn in “On Golden Pond

Freaked me out. Sounded just like her. Her knight in shining armor. That movie reminds me of my mama and dad. They could still roar.
Suck face. I loved it when Henry Fonda says that.

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I signed up for an internet dating site called seniors meet. I never do things like that. The first time. Yea! free to sign up. OMG, I did not pay the premium because it said it was free. Now I am undulated with hits, flirts, pictures, favorites. The only way I can see them is to pay. NOT! I am going too close it out. I seen the link on Facebook of all places. Like I said I seldom click such links. Maybe I needed a HUG even if it was from a stranger on the internet.

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China had a birthday yesterday. She is one. She has changed so much. No longer Miss Pissy Pants thank you  universe, she isn’t climbing as much, only occasionally do I see her tight rope walking.  The girls got me up at 7 am, they are back to their naps and I am thinking that sounds like a good idea.

Made two trips for groceries.I just finished packing the meats. Out of a  9 pound slab of hamburger for $21 I made 12  1 to 1/1/2 pound packs. I am tired. Eating a cucumber. Gave the birdies some too. Broke down and made iced tea. Gotta have it !

Also bought a huge bag of cucumbers and green peppers. I want to freeze them after I make my stuffed peppers dish  w/jasmine rice. I use stewed tomatoes and shredded cheese on top. They are so good. So, Taco’s, meatloaf , stuffed peppers, plain broiled hamburgers, Tilapia, and BBQ Ribs are on the menu this month. Yummy.

Time for a Epsom soak w/ very hot water.

Will post pictures

My foot is down yea. My ankle has been swollen for months. My kidneys hurt, I have low blood platelets. No wonder I am on the pond.

Going to make blue cakes and bacon. Oh, and fried eggs in the Smithfield bacon grease.

The birdies love Blue cakes as much as I do .

I just went looking for my extra set of moped keys. I don’t know why I thought of them. I have the spare from the BLUE one that was stolen with 86 miles on it. But, I can not find the spare to the Phoenix Black. Then I can’t find my bank bag that has all my health reports from the past few years. Blood tests and such things. I need to organize again… how do  things keep moving around ???

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May Day~Baby Boomers-Memories


The Maypole was a tree stripped of its branches or wooden pole decorated with ribbon, streamers, flowers, fruit and/or wreaths. Folks would gather around the pole, which symbolized the end of winter, strength and/or prosperity, and weave the ribbons around the pole as they sang and danced.

May Day was yesterday and I am thinking about the big May celebration I used to go too as a child of Elementary school age. All the schools from near and far gathered at Baker Park. Buses lined the street all numbered so children would be accounted for.We wore our school and name badges proudly.

We danced merrily around the May Pole.It was so big and decorated with beautiful flowers.It was great fun. It reminded me of the swing amusement ride at the County Fair.

I always wore my white daddy shirt. My mama would have it washed,and ironed, she even starched the collar; and it did look just like my daddy’s~ only in petite form. My skirt bellowed out from my Crinoline and had two tiny cluster red cherries dangling here and there as a decoration. I liked how they clicked together when I danced.

Oh My ! This is bringing too many memories. I also had a skirt with poodles on it. The famous poodle skirt. I could hula hoop forever in that skirt.

I won $25.00 and a fake gold hula hoop once. It was second prize.

Spoolies Curlers and Dr. Ben Casey Shirts, Saddle shoes,AMBUSH cologne, what were those monkey-like things that everybody wore around their arms???  Oh and empire dresses, I loved those, made my boobs look larger.

Penny loafers came along with the saddle shoes, had too have a choice :) My dad put a dime in my coin slot. I had too be different.

Everyone wore madris.When it was washed the colors would “bleed” and change the tones of the plaid. Fish net stockings, and those with diamond and other intricate designs. MOHAIR SWEATER!  I had only one, it was a light baby pink and looked great with my gray skirt. I wore it a lot.

“Taps” on heels, the teachers hated them. My saddle shoes always had metal taps. They annoyed everyone it seemed.

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The “Junior flip” I never had to do anything special too get the style, my hair naturally flipped on the ends; lucky me.

I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz

I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz

Oh and the comfort of Spoolies after wearing those horrid bristly rollers to bed. OUCH! The price we pay to be beautiful :)

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Remembering~ The Enchanted Forest


The Fairyland

When I grew up in Frederick,Maryland,my dad took all of us to this lovely fairy tale place. Little Toot, the seven dwarfs mine, the music , the smells of food and cotton candy. Oh that the world was as innocent as it once was, so that today’s generation could enjoy these simple pleasures and remember them 50 years later like I can.

I remember like it was yesterday. Jack and the Beanstalk, the Three bears, Cinderella,Old Lady in a shoe, the Gingerbread house~ all came to life it seemed.

Then along came developers and a new shopping mall. The Forest was not so much the attraction anymore with television,movies and Bigger and Better Amusement Parks on the horizon.

Nostalgia, melancholy…things we remember as they once were in our hearts.

Now the remains of a lost moment in time. The smiles it made, the laughter.