Tuesday, May 29, 2012


Monday, May 28, 2012

Uncle Dessie's Birthday Today

Anyone know how old he would be ?

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


Playing around with PhotoShop.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Dudley And His Pal Tucker In The Park Today

They look forward to their play time together every day.

Mam And Les Girls In Gay Paree.

Thereby hangs a tale.

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.

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. 

 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   

Friday, May 04, 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.