So, you little finkies at WordPress, you have provided a new format to use for writing posts. Egads! I do not like the little print. It seems I should be able to make it bigger.
Surprise! It’s Der Bingle
Yes, little Summer, who is now two inches taller than I, Grandpa just walked right in early this afternoon, after calling and saying not to tell anyone he was coming. Didn’t I mention I’d lit a fire and gee, don’t you think a shower would be refreshing? Like several times? Well, it’s not like a didn’t try to give you a heads up. As Sydney would say, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”
Today has been a banner day for Black & White – The Big Clock with Ray Milland and Man in the Middle with Robert Michum. However, I could only watch bits and pieces, but now I am sitting here and there are no movies from the B&W era on. Rats. I remember first seeing The Big Clock on The Afternoon Movie one summer vacation – maybe I was 16 and now I’m 60 and if I close my eyes I can smell the Indiana summer in a non air-conditioned but shaded house.
facts . . .
Partly Cloudy
-19°F
Feels Like
-37°F
Feels Like
-37°F
Updated: Jan 16 07:25 a.m. ET
Ah, a little winter air to put some spunk in your spine.
Bus Stop in Veedersburg
Veedersburg. I can’t remember not knowing that name. It’s in Fountain County. My father grew up in Fountain County and he is buried there. Every year my mother and I go down on Memorial Day to personally put flowers on his grave. When we are there, we usually eat lunch with my cousins – Ann, Glenda and Susie – my Aunt Mary’s daughters. My father and Mary were Grismores – Grismores from Kingman; and, actually, they were Drakes too – that was my grandmother’s maiden name. I can remember hearing people talk about children in families and categorize them as to which side they took after. I think Daddy and Aunt Mary were Drakes. But that is neither here nor there.
Last May Glenda directed us to The Bus Stop – a little restaurant in Veedersburg which is a little northwest of Kingman. Today, when I was looking for a pen, I happened upon one I must have picked up there. It says:
The Bus Stop 201 N. Main St.Veedersburg, IN 47987 765-294-2640
Maybe we’ll stop there this year, but you never know about these little places – especially in these economic times. Are you still there, Bus Stop? Well, Glenda will know . . . or maybe she’ll have another place to point out.
Yea for Fox Movie Channel
I don’t know what the name of this movie is . . . but I think I saw Spencer Tracy in the last scene and now here’s Ward Bond and Humphrey Bogart – they are all young. And you know what? Bogart’s not lisping as much as I remember in the later movies. Why is that? I always thought he got the distinct speech lip thing from being injured when he was serving on a ship in World War I. A lot of the cast looks familiar . . . I need to research.
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It’s Up The River, made in 1930, and the actor playing the old man who looked familiar is William Collier Sr (I don’t remember the name) who was born in 1864 and worked with George M. Cohan. And now it is 2009 and this bozo-ette is sitting in Indiana watching class actors whom a lot of people don’t remember now or have even heard of.
I’m cold
The temperature was about ZERO when I took Cameron to school and by that time it had started snowing. Sticking to the windshield snowing. The same when Summer went to school and our fairground run was a little to very short – because Sydney didn’t want to stay out and because fortunately I did not get stuck in snow that was deeper than I expected, especially on Log Cabin Hill leading up to Swine Barn Path.
ah, the sky is blue
I don’t know what happened to the winter storm, but it sky is an azure blue and the temperature is not particularly cold. Now, they said, the temperature was supposed to plummet and we were to have white out conditions. Well, that’s weather. ‘Course we’re not out of the woods yet.
JUST A LITTLE WHILE LATER . . .
The woods! The woods!! We have been sucked back in and the sky is a chalk gray – that fast. Temperature is supposed to be down to 3? tonight.
We have the TV tuned into “A Night to Remember” – a much bettter movie than “Titanic”. All that money for the set for Titanic and they made a cheap love story. Uh, that would be my opinion.
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Now we have bluish skies again, and frankly, the day seems like a no name day – not a weekday, not a weekend day, but sort of an out of time day – or from another dimension day.
under the wire
Did you hear the shout? Did you? Right after 8 am this morning. People were monitoring the TV about East Noble and its 2-hour Delay. The winter storm is a little slower than predicted, but at 6 am we got the delay notice and started waiting. I heard groans as 8 am grew near and nothing changed; I heard people get up and abandon the TV scroll at the bottom . . . and then, then . . . this grandma glanced up to see the last flash of “East Noble – CLOSED”. I called it out, but all were afraid to believe me, and to tell the truth since I didn’t have my glasses on, I wondered if perhaps I had seen it wrong. But really I knew I hadn’t; it’s just that people rushing in to view your magical TV of miracles and Cameron saying, “Grandma, if you’re wrong, I’ll have to box your ears” makes you a little nervous.
So we waited through the scrolling all the way round again and, finally, there it was: East Noble: CLOSED. I think what proved to be the deciding factor for the “delay czar and cohorts” was the appearance of rapidly moving clouds into the winter warning map.
The county east of us stayed at a delay; for them, it was close, but no cigar. I do wonder if there will a bit of a mess getting those students home this afternoon. Although, school’s always manage to do it.
The wind is picking up now.
Stay tuned . . . maybe pictures at eleven.
Winter storm warning and blizzard watch
Got food, got lamp oil, got full tank of gas . . . and, yes, got milk.
Cowboy church
Cameron found RFDTV on the cable guide – seems there was a show about cowboys and California or cows and California. He was in there watching it in the living room and after awhile he had somehow finessed me into tuning it in as well. The show about California was over and actually I watched two guys talk about bull riders they had known. For some unknown reason – perhaps the RFD in the call letters – I just left it on as I went back and forth to other rooms. Came in for some older cowboy with a really long mustache cooking tempura pork loins. And he cooked something on the “grizzly spit” and potatoes on the “grizzly rotisserie. I watched rodeo bareback riding, calf roping, teaching a horse to back up, instructing guys on how to sit on a jumping horse, and listened to a cowboy minister who talked and then sang with the Sons of the Pioneers.
Now they have gone to Georgia farming and I think I am out of here. Nothing against Georgia, but I’m just tired and not up to learning about compass and pacing in forestry.
I need to nibble . . .