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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Colin And Joanne Come To Visit
Colin and Joannes visit to Roseburg on the 28th of May 2012. It is mostly just raw video.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Message For Andrew Lentz
Hello Andrew
I tried to contact you through the link here but it does not work. Of course I remember you from Pittsburgh and I hope things are going well for you.
I tried to contact you through the link here but it does not work. Of course I remember you from Pittsburgh and I hope things are going well for you.
Monday, May 07, 2012
Jaunt In The Country
Short drive to see a colleague just outside Roseburg. My sturdy co-pilot aka ' The Dudster ' came along with me. This is a little long and is just film of a trip which will show you some of the countryside around here. The bonus is you have a short little clip of me in the end doing my silent movie trick.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
The Moustache
On my way to the park tonight I
started thinking about an incident from home long ago. It must have been the
mid or early fifties when this happened. I don’t know what triggered it. Perhaps
it was going through the old photos that Brian sent me that made me think of it,
the ones I just recently put on the blog.
I also don’t know what made me think
of dad but he popped into my mind.The image that came to mind was of him getting ready for work. He was out in the kitchen with his shirt collar rolled under to prevent it from getting soaked. He was shaving and we were watching him. He liked to look at himself in the mirror so he studied himself as he shaved. We were very young and I don’t remember who else was there; probably Phyllis or Terry. He had almost finished shaving when we all said “Da, why don’t you grow a moustache? “ He answered with his usual ‘don’t be daft’ but we kept pestering him. We told him he would be handsome with a moustache. He loved that.
After a few more “don’t be dafts” he
told us to go into the front room and stay out of his way. We did just that. In
those days we did as we were told. After
a few minutes the door opened and he stuck his head around. He had that impish
look on his face and he had------- a moustache!!! He had dark hair and he had
shaved it down to a Clarke Gable type of moustache so it was clearly visible.
We all squealed in a mixture of delight and confusion. We had never seen him
like this before.
We told him how good he looked and
how he was like a film star; Errol Flynn was big at the time. He lapped it up
as he walked around with occasional stops at the mirror in the front room to
admire his handiwork. He was beginning to like it. We were delighted and
squealed even more, much to his delight.
“Turn around Da and give us another look” we said. He was very obliging, he did as he was told
and showed us every possible angle.
This was a new Dad and we wanted to
keep him like that because he was different. Although we didn’t know what
dashing was at the time the word summed it up. We had a dashing Da who had just
stepped off the screen.
We should have known that It was too good to be true and he wouldn't keep it , our exhilaration was short-lived and, alas, it was not to be. In spite of all our protests he shaved it off, picked up his keys, put his lunch under his arm and left the house for work.
I don’t know if anyone else remembers
this but I remember it as if it were yesterday. We should have known that It was too good to be true and he wouldn't keep it , our exhilaration was short-lived and, alas, it was not to be. In spite of all our protests he shaved it off, picked up his keys, put his lunch under his arm and left the house for work.
This is the main reason why; years later in Houston when Eileen was living with me she loved to sit and chat to me while I got ready for work. As soon as I was ready to shave I would hide behind the mirror ,cover my face with shaving cream and then stick my head out. She would scream and run around the house with me after her. It never failed. She loved every minute.
It always reminded me of that evening so many years earlier
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Friday, May 04, 2012
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Big Bad Dudley
He couldn't get over the kitten in his house. He couldn't take is eyes off the little thing who pranced around as if it owned the place. The final picture is the bottom one and one of my finer portraits. Notice the little spider on the right arm.
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