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I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

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Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

= Ralph Waldo Emerson =

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Columbia Cemetery

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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Easy On The Goods
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
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    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
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    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
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    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
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    The More The Merrier
    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
  • Act of Valor
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    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
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    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
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    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
    Penny Serenade
    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
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    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
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    starring Gary Anthony Williams
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    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
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    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
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    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
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    starring Red Balloon
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    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
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    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
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    My Dog Skip
    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
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    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
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    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
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    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
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    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
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That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ RIP JAVIER ~

1999-2016

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

Simple. Easy To Remember.

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Wednesday
Jun212017

Wordless Wednesday :: Say Uncle


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Happy Wednesday :: Happy Summer
Monday
Jun192017

What a weekend

Apropos of nothing much:

One of my favorite lines from Downton Abbey was when Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham, innocently asked the question:

Wha -- what is a weekend?

Haaaahahaha. Rich folks who never worked a day in their lives had no need to distinguish Monday through Friday from Saturday and Sunday.

Anyway. We wrung every last drop of fun from our weekend.

On Saturday we feted Dagny, who as you know had celebrated her third birthday on Wednesday, in fairly grand and stylish fashion. I will show you those pictures later this week.

Today I have time only for three shots from yesterday.

The first, you will have already divined, is a picture of Audrey hugging her dad while Andrew provides extra love.

Our pastor had said, at the end of Sunday morning's service, words to this effect:

If you're fortunate enough to have your dad with you, give him a hug and tell him you love him.

I looked at Audrey and said, words to this effect: I don't remember the last time I saw you hug your dad.

Because I don't. It's not that she doesn't love him; of course she does. Exceedingly. They all do.

You can see that.

But an actual all-out just-because hug-his-neck? Fairly rare. 

Watch this, she said. We were all laughing and cutting up.

And it was so awesome, I grabbed my phone and said Hold that! Hold that! And they did.

Then all three kids who were present, lined up with their father to properly capture the moment.

Later, Andrew grilled steaks and brats for everyone at his house and we had a feast. Plus there were presents for TG.

After church on Sunday night, Allissa (who is here for the week) and Dagny demonstrated how to hug a light pole in the parking lot. Again: hashtag iPhoneography.

I think you'll agree that my grandchildren are passably photogenic. If I'm imagining it, don't tell me.

Today we're starting another busy week but I'll report back soon.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday

Wednesday
Jun142017

Dagny :: Five for three

Dagny Clare turns three today.

I couldn't choose just one picture to show you.

So I picked five.

These are from a shoot in late April.

And that is all for now except to wish you joy,

and the love of sweet happy little children in your life,

on Dagny's birthday and every day.

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Happy Wednesday :: Happy Birthday, Dagny

Monday
Jun052017

The sweetest things are free

Little Andrew's almost-summer visit with us has come to an end.

On Saturday TG, Audrey, and I drove him to Culver's at the North Carolina line (Carowinds exit) where we met his mother -- our daughter Stephanie -- and his sisters Melanie and Allissa, and Dagny, to return the kids to their proper owners.

Also we ate Butter Burgers and Concrete Mixers.

I think everybody was ready to get back to normal, but there was a wistful feeling too, that we'd be parting once again.

That's why I take pictures.

I love it when, after the dust settles and the goodbye kisses and hugs have been shared and the fond see-you-soons have been uttered and we've each watched the other's car head -- one north and one south -- back home, the sight of these precious faces in a picture makes my throat close and that familiar prickly feeling in my nose and eyes start up, unbidden.

Sniff, grab for a tissue, dab, sigh. Feel silly. You know.

On his last evening in Columbia, we took Andrew to the park. He didn't get to play so much as pose, pretending to play. But he enjoyed it anyway.

As I told you before, I'm on a mission to get shots of all four grandchildren with their aunts and uncles on this side of the family. And it's not easy pinning some of these people down.

You may notice as you view these, that big Andrew -- Uncle Andrew, that is -- was not with us. That's because he was in Knoxville on military duty all week.

Little Andrew was crestfallen when he realized Uncle Andrew wouldn't be able to take a picture with him. Or, he was sad he didn't get to see Rambo, who went with Andrew to Tennessee and stayed with a friend.

Take your pick.

In less than two weeks we'll all be together again, to celebrate Dagny's third birthday. We'll make up for lost photo opportunities at that time and yes, you'll be required cordially invited to view the results.

But on Friday evening, we made the most of the golden hour and near-perfect weather, and got the shots.

Andrew posed with his lovely aunts Audrey and Erica, who adore him.

Chad was along, and sat for a group photo with Erica and Andrew.

Andrew posed with me and his Papaw (Audrey took that one).

Then I wanted a photo of him with his Papaw, just the two of them. There aren't enough shots like this. The word posterity looms into view but I don't choose to think of how close I and TG are to being in that category, haaahahaha. 

Because none of us knows how close we are to being a memory. That's why we wring every drop of joy from every moment we're privileged to have.

As for me, taking the pictures is covering the bases in the only way I know how, for future days when my children and grandchildren and even great-grandchildren will look at them and marvel at how good we had it.

I'm reminded of the Andy Griggs song If Heaven. Partial lyric:

If Heaven was an hour, it would be twilight

When the fireflies start their dancing on the lawn

And supper's on the stove, and Mama's laughing

And everybody's working day is done.

If Heaven was a town, it would be my town

On a summer's day in nineteen eighty-five

When everything I wanted was out there waiting

And everyone I loved was still alive.

It's that last line that gets me.

Anyway.

After we'd taken all the pictures we had gone there to take, we set off for dinner at Chick-fil-A. Andrew ate like a field hand, right down to the last slurp of his chocolate-syrup-covered ice cream cone.

Ahhhh. To be a kid again, never having heard of a calorie or a carb.

Back home, he stayed up late tormenting playing with Rizzo and watching sports with Papaw one last time before bed.

On Saturday he wore his outfit I'd bought him on his first day here. Last year, when Allissa and Melanie stayed with me for one week each, I started the tradition of buying them an outfit. Andrew missed out on that, so this year he got an outfit plus a pair of basketball shorts he wanted, and two small toys.

One of the toys was a red car that I don't think he let go of all week. It's in his hand in most of these pictures.

It was a glorious early-June day with thousands of ice-white cumulus clouds, and the Culver's sign was blue and white against the blue and white.

Allissa and Dagny posed for one last photo, Andrew included, before we left. Melanie sometimes isn't able to cooperate and this was one of those times, but naturally she was there too.

I can't wait for Lissy's visit -- coming up soon! -- and for Melly's week, later this summer. The hotter it gets, the more we'll stay home. But that's okay; I can get the shots without leaving the property. Wait and see.

What's next? Well. I have big plans for transforming the pool area with solar lights and all sorts of other stuff before June 17th, the day of Dagny's birthday party. EVERYBODY will be here and I wish to stun with my outdoor decorating prowess.

If you know me at all, you will have recognized that as a joke. I have no talent for outdoor ANYTHING except whining about being too hot and getting bitten by mosquitoes. But we shall see what develops and directly proportionate to my level of success, I'll show you pictures of what I am able to accomplish.

At any rate, as usual I shall thank you in advance not to snicker. Give me an EA for Effort Already.

And that is all for now, except that I wish everyone a thoroughly delightful week.

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Happy Monday

Thursday
Jun012017

We are famously hot

Columbia, South Carolina, where we live, has a motto for itself: Famously Hot.

They put it on flags and everything.

Andrew and I have been staying cool mostly but every day, we do go on errands and/or adventures.

On Tuesday, the first full day he was here by himself, I insisted suggested that Andrew let me take his picture out in the front yard.

My grandchildren know better than to demur when I have a camera in my hand. Out we went.

It was a beautiful day. Andrew found a great big stick to carry around.

Our America the Beautiful balloon is still doing great, attached now to the stair railing.

What we do is, we fly our mylar balloons until they can't stay afloat anymore. Then, when we need them again -- like for a birthday or a holiday -- we go to the store and ask for our balloons to be re-inflated with helium.

This costs nothing. And you get to enjoy your big expensive balloons at least twice and maybe three or more times, if you're careful.

But this is a brand-new balloon, just bought last Monday. We hope to use it again on the Fourth of July, and maybe even next Memorial Day.

Yesterday Andrew and I had to visit the AT&T phone store because I shattered my iPhone 4S (ancient in technology years) in a parking lot and had to get a new one. 

Now I have an iPhone 7 and I feel so up-to-the-minute. I know you're wondering what color. It's rose gold, which is to say pink. I got a sparkly protective case.

After the phone store, we went to a local fire station. We had emailed ahead to make sure it was okay.

The fire station was quiet although we had seen Engine 171 out on the road earlier, on a fire call, and it had just been re-backed into its space in the garage.

The Fire Marshal asked Andrew how much water he thought the mountain-sized blaze-red truck held.

A thousand? Andrew guessed.

And he was right! The Fire Marshal said the tank inside the truck holds one thousand gallons. He showed Andrew the hoses and other equipment, and let him stand all over the fire engine.

He also pointed out that they own a special red boat that they take onto rivers and lakes when there are fires to be put out on water craft.

Also there's a rugged miniature fire engine, which they take up into the forests when there are fires in those areas.

Andrew was surprised to learn that the huge fire engine is so full of water and hoses and other stuff, only four people can ride in it.

I was surprised by how big it is when you stand right next to it. (I know it's the same size whether I'm standing next to it or not. But you know what I mean.)

Andrew got to sit in the boat and the mini fire truck and the big fire engine, and had time to look all around the station and ask questions.

He was impressed. The Fire Marshal was so nice, even giving Andrew some parting gifts as we were leaving.

He got a play helmet and a DVD and I don't know what all else was in that bag.

Finally it was time to go because we had other things to do. That was yesterday's activity; today we made moon sand to play with outside by the pool.

Rizzo thinks it's edible; maybe it won't hurt him. It's only flour and baby oil, with Kool-Aid added for a bit of color. Only, the Kool-Aid doesn't work so well for color, especially when it's up against all that white flour.

At least the blueberry lemonade kind doesn't.

And that is all for now.

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Tuesday
May302017

What a happy day and birthday

At our house, Memorial Day is always also Erica's Birthday.

And vice versa.

Yesterday was no exception, even though her actual birthday is today.

Out-of-town family began arriving late Sunday night. Monday was bright and hot, and more family came. The grandkids enjoyed the pool until they were exhausted.

We feasted on pulled pork barbecue sandwiches along with several cool, refreshing salads for sides.

Then it was time for that birthday cake -- the one with Erica's name on it. She was surrounded by gifts and balloons.

And the dessert was exceptionally delicious. All agreed it was the best birthday cake we'd had in a long time. (We are partial to store-bought birthday cake slathered in buttercream and decorated in lurid colors.)

Later, some of our company left and different company arrived. We ate again and tucked into a second, smaller cake. Chocolate this time.

Sorry; no pictures of that. We were busy eating the tiny cake and then -- boom, every moist crumb and succulent blob of frosting was gone. There was also Cuban coffee made in the French press. And lots of laughter and talking.

Before second cake, Dagny had left for a week in North Carolina with her tarheel cousins, and one of the cousins had stayed behind with us.

Andrew is spending the week. We have many plans including swimming, subjecting treating Rizzo to a bath, visiting a fire station, shopping, eating dinner at Chick-fil-A, and organizing a photo shoot at the park.

He stayed up until ten o'clock last night! At Mamaw's house you don't have to eat anything you don't want, and you get to stay up until you're ready to go to bed.

Those are the rules, along with Don't Put Your Feet On The Furniture and Don't Wake Mamaw Up Too Early.

Yesterday we remembered the sacrifice of our fallen American heroes, and we celebrated the life of our All-American baby girl.

It was a happy day. We hope yours was too.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

Monday
May292017

We heart our heroes


Happy Memorial Day, Everybody!


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Happy Monday
Wednesday
May242017

Rizzo on retaining wall with tiger lilies

Rizzo the splendid Chiweenie has developed a new behavior.

But wait.

Update: He has been doing much better when it comes to eating pieces of wood and local flora and rocks and pine cones and acorns.

He hardly ever has to wear his OutFox Field Guard anymore.

I think he's tasted everything there is to taste in the back yard slash pool area which is his outdoor domain, and lost interest. At least temporarily.

When the acorns begin dropping in about five months, I'm pretty sure we'll have to start installing the face mask again. But until then, Rizzo goes outside in the altogether.

He adores basking in the sunshine and almost never wants to come in. We'll see what happens when the weather turns positively sweltering.

I saw two fleas on my pet a few weeks ago and freaked out. He was being treated with a topical pesticide so I didn't understand why live fleas were able to establish residence in Rizzo's luxurious fur.

The veterinarian said that fleas long ago figured out the particular formula we were using. They eat it for breakfast now; it puts hair on their chests. It hasn't harmed a flea since Skippy was a pup.

He also said it's squirrels bringing all the fleas to the yard.

We have only the occasional squirrel that runs along the privacy fence or hops from tree to tree overhead, but I guess they're flinging fleas as they go.

So anyway, we switched to another brand of topical flea treatment, and that did the trick.

But as to Rizzo's new behavior -- the one I mentioned earlier -- he's begun trotting along the low brick retaining wall that runs for about seventy-five feet separating our pool area from the grassy knoll beyond.

The tiger lilies are showing out so I took Rizzo's picture sitting/standing on the far edge of said retaining wall, over by the sun room and my palmetto tree garden, with the bright orange flowers behind him.

From his expressions, Rizzo is alternately contemplative as to the existence of tiger lilies, bored to tears by having his picture taken with tiger lilies, ready to sing full-throttle at the meaning of tiger lilies growing beside retaining walls, made very sleepy by the semi-rainy day (and for all we know, the tiger lilies), and completely disinterested in all of the above, including me.

But what I'd do without my little Riz-man, the Rizzonator, my excellent thirty-five-dollar dog, I will never know. I rescued him and in return, he rescued me right back.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday