That's a real weird greeting I heard the other day. "Have a 'Happy' Memorial Day." I dunno. I supposed remembering the fallen who were sacrificed to the gods of war and other things could be viewed happily. Maybe to those who view Heaven's promise as the ultimate goal. Personally, I can empathize with the little child with the "mary jane" shoe, shown here to the left. Her Daddy won't be coming home forever. It's not so happy. Well, the day of reflection seems to have been turned into the day of grilling weenies and baby back ribs. Not so far from Moloch. sheesh. On the other hand, many who have perished might like being remembered with a weekend bacchanalia, filled with smoking grills, pungent sauces, and frosty cold beer.
Anyway, here's my visual Memorial Day Memorial. Since I haven't figured out how to put straight audio on the blogger blog, you'll have to hear the music in your mind. Thanks to Mr. Zimmerman for the tune.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
1962
bob dylan
7 comments:
Hi Tink. Thanks for dropping by. I appreciate your appreciation!
And the sentiment here is spot on. It should be a bleakly un-happy day. time for the politicians to strip themselves bare and ask for forgiveness.
Doh. Sorry for being too political.
See ya
Thank you, Del!
Yep. Strip bare, turn on the public arena forum, and get on their knees and absolutely beg the People and God for forgiveness.
No... not too political! I don't like government (one that's supposed to be *by* the people ... *for* the people) to act like an ancient overbearing, lock you down mother. BLAT!
:o)
Hi Annie:
Don't apologize for your comments on Pete's blog, say what you will! There are always those who think they own the blog or are representing what Pete wants to hear. Some people post so much I think they think it is their own blog. Everytime someone says a comment they have to RESPOND to them, it's crazy. I love when people go on and answer a question that one asks to Pete & they are answering FOR HIM back to you. That makes me laugh. He must just sit back and laugh at all of us, so presumptious, we are.
I like what you have said here... perhaps instead of even having a Memorial Day we should have a day where world leaders get toghter and figure out how we can STOP the current wars???
Be good
-Lin
Thanks Tink, glad you liked "Hornets".
Meanwhile I'm still reeling from not chatting to Russ Conway when I should have :-)
Hi Lin,
thanks for the advice there. ;o) I hope I haven't ever been presumptious to the point where I'd speak an answer for someone else (unless given permission to do so.) yikes. I probably have done that somewhere, too. Hopefully not. Thanks for stopping and the support! You're a sweetheart!
No war and peace on Earth is a lovely ideal. I have hope that it could happen.
Stef,
Truly .. hornets was very good and very funny, too. You know, I read a book once called "Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda." It was written for adult "children" from alcholic families. ::::raising hand::: ;o) But, it spoke to the shame and guilt aspects of that dynamic. How we view our worlds and such in the framework of "I should have" "I could have" "I would have" ... Sometimes, however, I took issue with the idea that all such thoughts are shame or guilt based. Sometimes we *do* ignore certain little pushes from our inner selves, guides, divine voice, whatever you call it. And that ignoring does, indeed, lead to perhaps having missed a golden opportunity. This is where "no crying over spilled milk" comes in, then. lol
We each make choices in any given moment. We can appreciate the lessons learned and move on into the next lesson, i guess.
Have you attempted to publish your poetry? I think you could do it, if you're so inclined!
Okay, my responses are getting longer than my blathering posts. lol
Thank you for the support and much love!
xo tink
oh p.s. ... the "Eggsalad Annie" was born in response to a challenge to write a blog in the third person. Man, I've done it for around a year or so. It was truly challenging. Many of my older posts were under the heading "Annie" rather than "tink" for that reason. Anyway, Tink is a nickname bestowed by a friend back in around 1991. She loved the story "One" by Richard Bach and believed that I was like the character "Tink" in that story. Of course, my friend was probably schizophrenic. :o)
The name stuck and I've been known as "tink" since then! My mother won't call me "tink" tho. She's over 80 years old, drinks brandy stingers in the evenings, as she watches public television and the British comedies. She said "your name is Judith. It was given to you for a reason." So, I ignore her as usual.
lol but I do love my Mom.
I'll really end now.
xo
Tink/Annie, this is so weird, because right now as you were commenting on my blog, I was out reading your blog!! Must be some sort of telepathy!
I like your wise comments and your brave heartedness and you're standing up for people like terry. Lots of love from the Netherlands!
I LOVE that, Noces! Synchronicity is what it is. Yes ... telepathy in the ether wave!
Thank you SO much for jotting a note. I absolutely love when things like this happen.
XO!
Tink
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