Theresa

Posted March 7, 2016 by limberjack
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Theresa

B:  September 24, 1924Woburn, MA     D: February 25, 2016

 1.  https://www.geni.com/people/Theresa-Johnson/760418

2.  https://chronospots.wordpress.com/2011/05/19/my-story-by-theresa/ 

3.  https://chronospots.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/528/

 My sister,  Theresa, died on February 25th at Tierra Rose Nursing Home in Salem.  She was 91 years old and had been suffering with Alzheimer’s for the last several years.  She has been cremated and there will be a Memorial Service in her honor on March 19th at 1:PM at the Golden Funeral Home at 605 Commercial St SE in Salem.  She is survived by her son, Robin N. Koepl, his wife Karen and their children Lisel, Devin and Brian.   The minister for the service will be Bob Weinberger.  Robin requests that any donations be made to The Alzheimer’s Association< http://www.alz.org/join_the_cause_donate.asp>

The links above are to her family tree on Geni (1), her story that she wrote on Chronospots (2) and the story of our family which she also wrote, on Chronospots (3).   Thankfully she took the time to write about her memories, at Robin’s urging, or a big slice of our family history would have been lost.  Many of her friends and family members will be together for the first time in years to honor Theresa.  

Here’s a copy of her obituary:  

Theresa May (Ware) Johnson   (1924 – 2016) Obituary

September 24, 1924 –  February 25, 2016

Theresa Johnson passed away peacefully on February 25, 2016 at Tierra Rose Care Center in Salem. Theresa’s life revolved around family and friends. Beloved by family, she had an easy-going, even-tempered demeanor with the ability to get along with everyone, loved animals and babies and had a quirky sense of humor, delighting in playing pranks. 

Born in Woburn, Massachusetts, her family moved to Springfield in 1932. She attended Brattain Elementary School and Springfield High School, where she played clarinet in the band, graduating in 1943. In high school Theresa began working for the railroad on the first women’s crew, pulling up track between Eugene and Springfield. She earned enough money as a welder in the shipyards on Swan Island to attend U of O for one year studying art. After working as a telephone switchboard operator for five years, she spent the remainder of her life as a homemaker. 

Theresa hunted and fished, canned vegetables from her garden, and baked bread and pastries. Her artistic flair is evident in the cakes she baked and decorated, floral arrangements, crafts (beading & ribbon roses) and Japanese “bunka” embroidery which she both taught and exhibited in fairs, winning many blue ribbons. She enjoyed traveling to visit family members, spending time at her second home in Florence, playing her lap steel guitar, and was active in the Springfield Moose Lodge, serving as senior regent in theWomen of the Moose. Her final years were spent at Dallas Retirement Village and Rosewood Court Residential Care in Salem. 

Theresa was preceded in death by her parents, Samuel and Effie Ware; her siblings, Edythe Heintz, Virginia “Ginny” Thompson, Mildred “Millie” Moody, Pete Ware, Dorothy “Dolly” Sweeney and Naomi “Omi” Murphy; and husbands, Aloyisus Koepl, Donald Redfield and George “Jim” Johnson. 

She is survived by her brother, Frank “Jack” (Patty) Ware and son, Robin (Karen) Koepl, three grandchildren, Lisel, Devin and Brian, and many nieces and nephews. 

A gathering of family and friends will be held at Virgil T. Golden Funeral Service, 605 Commercial St. SE, Salem, at 1:00 pm on Saturday, March 19. Donations may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association .
 

A selection of pictures pertaining to Theresa and her life are included here.  Anyone wanting to contribute pictures or comments for this posting please submit them to me at fjware@msn.com and I will gladly add them to this post.  Here’s a link to other family pictures on Chronospots:  <https://chronospots.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/family-pictures/>

 

Theresa's Wedding

Theresa’s Wedding

Book of Life

Posted May 5, 2015 by limberjack
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Book of Life

(Birth-Death)

contemplation

 

Death does not matter, when it is here, I am not.  What matters is life and the chapters, characters and actions that make it interesting or of consequence.  My life has been full and interesting and, for the most part, I’ve enjoyed it immensely.  But I realize that I have been fortunate in where and when I was born and that, for a lot of people, life is a constant struggle filled with fear and suffering.  I guess that is what makes me a social liberal; I share John Lennon’s views.  ‘Imagine’ is my favorite song.

Patty says I’ve been dying for over 30 years and I guess she’s right.  I’ve accepted death all my life but it’s not a morbid preoccupation.  I think religious people are morbidly preoccupied with death.  I think the fear of dying and the promise of an afterlife is what spawned all the world’s religions.  As a kid I thought about dying and always assumed I wouldn’t last this long.  I imagine a lot of kids my age thought about dying, you can’t practice nuclear attack drills in elementary school where you hide under your desk or lie against the walls of the school hallways without giving it some thought. In the mid-80’s I experienced some chest pains and thought it was finally catching up to me so I put my vineyards on the market (I had two) because I didn’t want Patty and the kids to have to deal with them after I was gone.  When I finally went to the doctor I found that I just had angina, an inflammation in the lining of my heart, and it wasn’t likely to kill me.  But that was another chapter that ended and along with it a monumental change in the direction of our lives. 

So… back to the analogy of ‘The Book of Life’.  I’ve got a rough draft of the final chapter or chapters and I just need to fill in a few details.  We’ve prepared a living will and Patty and I are in agreement that we do not want to die in a hospital or a nursing home.  Patty says, “Just shoot me” but that’s not a plan at all since I don’t have a gun and I don’t want to spend my final days in prison no matter how much I love her.  Longevity is actually the prolonging of old age and death will most likely occur as the diminishing of quality of life and increasing frailty.  As I sit here at my computer writing this, Patty is at Volcano National Park in Hawaii working at eradicating six-foot thorn-bushes from the lava beds under a broiling sun.  She had to hike twelve miles with a forty-pound backpack and then sleep in a tent to get to an area that most people will never go to spend a week of back-breaking labor.  So, Patty is not succumbing to old-age even though it’s becoming harder for her to do the things she wants to do. 

In remembering the members of my family, all gone now except for a sister who is living with Alzheimer’s, that most terrible and horrible of diseases, I like to think they mostly died well.  I don’t know the details because in most cases I wasn’t there but, in my mind and my memories, they mostly died well.  My eldest sister, Edythe, died on her own terms and planned for her children before she left.  My sister Millie, who I think about more than anyone and had the greatest influence on my life, planned for her passing so as to make it easier for all of us.  I think that Patty and Millie epitomize what I think of as truly good people that are sort of Mother Theresa and Joan of Arc rolled into one and are the central characters in my book.  My sister, Dolly, died in Perth, Australia and had an interesting book that rivals my own.  The night she died we talked and she made me laugh; she was true to her character and left me with happy memories.  My sister Omie and my brother Pete were estranged from most of the family and I was unaware of their deaths until later, both suffered with depression.  My sister Ginny died with her family in much the same way that my mother died with her. Mom lived with Ginny before she died and Ginny lived with her daughter Cassandra before she died.

That brings me to my friend, Joe.  Joe’s brother-in-law, a right winger and a Christian, claimed that Joe found Jesus on his deathbed.  Having known Joe for forty-some years I find that hard to believe.  But I do know that Joe sometimes told people what they wanted to believe because he was a nice guy.  However, at his memorial service, his brother-in-law used the anecdote to proselytize and that was wrong in my book.  I don’t want that to happen to me or Patty. 

So, what’s the point of all this?  Am I just being morbid?  I don’t think so.  I think the point of this is what Chronospots is all about.  I want to leave a record of my family and my life that I wish my father and mother and siblings had left me.  I don’t want them to be forgotten when I am gone and I want anyone who cares, to know who and what I was.  It’s important to me because I wanted to know these things about those who were important to me.

Also, Patty has been gone for over a month now and I have time on my hands.

Patience

Posted March 17, 2015 by limberjack
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Probably anyone who knows me would not think that I was endowed with an abundance of patience but I assure you I am a Very Patient Man.  I can back this up with a few anecdotal examples… and I will.

When we were living on the vineyard and Joe and Opie came down to stay with us, Opie brought with her a lifetimes accumulation of cloth remnants for quilts and stored them overhead in my equipment shed.  That caused the roof to sway and I had to reinforce the shed to take the added weight (at least half a ton, probably more).  Joe needed something to occupy his time so I let him drive tractor and disc the vinerows.  Anybody remember how Joe drove?  The steering wheel was constantly in motion.  A farmer is judged by how straight his furrows are so my reputation took quite a hit, not to mention the ‘tractor blight’ on the vines.  Then, while I was having my morning coffee and trying to read the newspaper, Opie would sit across from me and read me recipes!

   1979 Fowler 1979 xmas

OK, fast-forward a decade and we’re now living in Ashland and I’m working for USDA and Patty is with the IRS.  As always, Patty is very good at her job and obsessed with the tax code so guess what’s the main topic of conversation around our house?  That’s a subject that will make your eyes glaze over, especially for someone who never cared for it in the first place. 

Now it’s genealogy.  She’s at the Rogue Valley Genealogy Library right now helping someone with an application to Daughters of the American Revolution, of which she is the Registrar for the local chapter.  She’s already developed family trees linking her to 19 Patriots of the Revolutionary war and has a few more in the works and she’s established membership in the Mayflower Society.  This is now her favorite subject and she can carry on in great detail about Susannah Crippen’s brothers and sisters who were original inhabitants of Manchester, Vermont or Ransom Colquitte, a Revolutionary War Patriot who had the temerity to neglect to record a birth certificate for his son Robert which she needs to complete a family tree (in his defense he was busy with the Revolution).   And she does this in her very soft voice which I used to think was sexy but now just wish she’d speak louder and more clearly so I wouldn’t have to keep saying… What?  You probably think that I shouldn’t worry about what she said, since I don’t give a rip anyway, and shouldn’t ask her to repeat what she said but every once in a while she says something that I’m supposed to respond to, so I have to pay attention.  So, with the patience of Job, I ask, ‘What was that, honey?’

 

 

 

 

Smokin’ Outhouse

Posted December 29, 2014 by limberjack
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THE THREE BARES by Robert William Service

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get em clean And so she thought she’d soak ’em in a bucket o’ benzine. It worked all right. She wrung ’em out then wondered what she’d do With all that bucket load of high explosive residue. She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around, For Grandpa liked to throw his lighted matches on the ground. Somehow she didn’t dare to pour it down the kitchen sink, And what the heck to do with it, poor Ma jest couldn’t think.

Then Nature seemed to give the clue, as down the garden lot She spied the edifice that graced a solitary spot, Their Palace of Necessity, the family joy and pride, Enshrined in morning-glory vine, with graded seats inside; Jest like that cabin Goldylocks found occupied by three, But in this case B-E-A-R was spelt B-A-R-E—- A tiny seat for Baby Bare, a medium for Ma, A full-sized section sacred to the Bare of Grandpapa.

Well, Ma was mighty glad to get that worry off her mind, And hefting up the bucket so combustibly inclined, She hurried down the garden to that refuge so discreet, And dumped the liquid menace safely through the centre seat.

Next morning old Grandpa arose; he made a hearty meal, And sniffed the air and said: `By Gosh! how full of beans I feel. Darned if I ain’t as fresh as paint; my joy will be complete With jest a quiet session on the usual morning seat; To smoke me pipe an’ meditate, an’ maybe write a pome, For that’s the time when bits o’ rhyme gits jiggin’ in me dome.’

He sat down on that special seat slicked shiny by his age, And looking like Walt Whitman, jest a silver-whiskered sage, He filled his corn-cob to the brim and tapped it snugly down, And chuckled: `Of a perfect day I reckon this the crown.’ He lit the weed, it soothed his need, it was so soft and sweet: And then he dropped the lighted match clean through the middle seat.

His little grand-child Rosyleen cried from the kichen door: `Oh, Ma, come quick; there’s sompin wrong; I heared a dreffel roar; Oh, Ma, I see a sheet of flame; it’s rising high and higher… Oh, Mummy dear, I sadly fear our comfort-cot’s caught fire.’

Poor Ma was thrilled with horror at them words o’ Rosyleen. She thought of Grandpa’s matches and that bucket of benzine; So down the garden geared on high, she ran with all her power, For regular was Grandpa, and she knew it was his hour. Then graspin’ gaspin’ Rosyleen she peered into the fire, A roarin’ soarin’ furnace now, perchance old Grandpa’s pyre….

But as them twain expressed their pain they heard a hearty cheer—- Behold the old rapscallion squattinn’ in the duck pond near, His silver whiskers singed away, a gosh-almighty wreck, Wi’ half a yard o’ toilet seat entwined about his neck….

He cried: `Say, folks, oh, did ye hear the big blow-out I made? It scared me stiff – I hope you-uns was not too much afraid? But now I best be crawlin’ out o’ this dog-gasted wet…. For what I aim to figger out is—-WHAT THE HECK I ET?’

 Smokin outhouse

OK, I came across this ditty from my old pal Robt. Service and I realized I must have saved it because of a thing I did when I was a kid. We had an old relic of a car in the back field, I think it was a Model ‘T’, and I was playing in it and found to my surprise and delight that it still had gas in the tank. Being the enterprising youngster that I was, I figured out how to siphon that gas out into a bucket. As I remember, it took more than one bucket.

Anyway, now that I had the buckets full of gas, what to do with it? I couldn’t let it go to waste and I probably didn’t want to bring it to anyone’s attention what I had done. I looked around and spotted the outhouse that was only 20 or 30 yards away. Well, what better use? It was smelly and had bugs in it and who knows what else. So I hauled the buckets over and poured them down the hole. Didn’t seem enough. Those dang bugs and stuff were already surviving some pretty frightful conditions and some gas fumes probably weren’t going to bother them much. Well, I bet if I threw a match in there it would make a difference! So, I snuck into the house and found some stick matches and ran back to the outhouse.

When I threw that match into the hole there was a tremendous ‘whoosh’ and I fell back into the field as a huge column of black, greasy smoke billowed out of the outhouse and covered the neighborhood. I asked Mildred Hardenbrook, who lived behind us, about five years ago- she was about 90 then, if she remembered that and she said, “Oh, yes! I remember!”

I thought that darn fire would go on forever! It took hours to burn out and all that time it stunk and created a terrible spectacle and I just wanted it to be over with. I do think it took care of those pesky bugs and whatnot though.

It was a very good year~2014

Posted December 25, 2014 by limberjack
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  I’ve gotten a little lazy in the last couple of years.  I haven’t kept up my blog, Chronospots, as I should and haven’t put together a Christmas Card and family update as I have in past years.  About 30 years, I think.  So, I’m feeling a little guilty about that and decided that I would kill two birds with one stone and do this.    This being a years-end newsletter and a blog posting together. 

To start off, Patty and I went to Hawaii and Oahu last November (big surprise) and had a great time.  We actually left the end of October and got back about mid-November.  Then we went back to Maui and Oahu from February 7th until March 3rd.  We did our usual whale watch thing with the Pacific Whale Foundation and had about 2 ½ weeks at the Ka’anapali Beach Resort and then about a week at The Hale Koa at Waikiki before catching a hop home.  The only fly in the ointment was that we flew over on Hawaiian Airlines and left our car at Travis AFB because we were coming home on an Air Force cargo plane.  But they changed the rules on us and since we weren’t flying out on a hop, we weren’t able to leave our car in short-term parking and had to leave it in the BX parking lot instead.  We were gone a month and I worried that something would happen to the car the whole time.  We had talked to the Security Police about it and they said they couldn’t promise anything but that it should be OK.  I worried about it anyway. 

 Happy Hour @ Ka'anapali Beach Resort -2 IMG_3873

Patty@ Ka’anapali Beach Resort        

 IZ on the Bose, Mimosas in the jug  and Jack’s toes  waiting on  the sunset  

Then, in April, Patty went to Salt Lake City with some of her genealogy buddies and had a great time talking about and searching for dead people in the Mormon Library for a week.  Patty has proven 17 ancestors that served in the Revolutionary War so far.  She has another 5 in the works.  She is the Registrar for the Crater Lake Branch of DAR and is also a member of The Mayflower Society.  I guess she’s shooting for her own regiment in the Revolutionary War. 

She got back from Utah and spent about a week with me before heading to Seattle on the 18th of April where she spent some time on Patos Island getting it ready for the tourist season and also spent some time with Susan.  She came home on the 24th.  It seems like she can only take me for a few weeks at a time.  I can understand that and I don’t blame her.  Who wants to be around an old man in his 70’s?  I wasn’t that easy to take when I was in my 30’s.  

Patos 2 2014

Anyway, we went to Kala Point on one of our quarterly weeks on May 9th and had a good week there with pleasant weather and then hurried home to host The Magnificent Seven which is(are?) six of Patty’s Springfield High School classmates from the class of ’62.  (That’s 1962.)   We had a great time with them and took in the Oregon Cabaret’s production of the SHS 10 year reunion.   Also drank some wine and beer (what a bunch of hosers!)

Best @ Caldera

@ Caldera Brewery Restaurant (Vicky is missing)

 

 

 

 

 

Patty went back to Hell’s Canyon with some of her Forest Service friends from May 30 to June 9th.  They had to boat in from Idaho on the Snake River and spent about a week building trail and cairns.

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Again, she was home less than a week and then left for The San Juan’s again.  She spent another week working on several islands including Lopez, Patos and Shaw. 

 Patty has volunteered with The Children’s Festival in Jacksonville for several years and this year she dragged Samuel along with her.  He went because he needed the Community Volunteer hours for graduation but when he got there he found some of his friends and classmates so I think he enjoyed it.  I know Patty liked having him there to help out and I understand he was a big help.

On July 31st Patty drove down to Reno with the Magnificent Seven to celebrate Vickie and Lyle’s 50th Anniversary and enjoy Hot August Nights.  Patty caught a ride in her brother Scotty’s ’69 Camero. 

Reno 2014 3 Scotty's Camero

 Back to Patos for another week of clean-up and frivolity.  Again, Patty took Samuel with her and again, I think he enjoyed it even if he was stuck with Grandma and her friends. 

 Patty & Sam  2~ Patos, Aug 2014 Gang of Orcas Patos Is.

Patty & Sam on a paddleboard

Gang of Orcas @ Patos

 

 

In September we were visited by Tom & Sheryl Cray, a cousin that Patty didn’t even know until they met up online looking for mutual ancestors.  As a matter of fact, Patty has found quite a few cousins that way.  They flew out from Chester Iowa where Tom is the mayor and owns an insurance company.  We took them to Crater Lake and to the Oregon Cabaret.  Then, at the end of September, Patty flew up to Seattle to meet Susan and start their third European Adventure together.  As usual it was meticulously planned by Susan and all Patty had to do was show up.   They started off in Venice, just a few days after Clooney’s wedding so they missed him.  I’m sure he was disappointed but c’est la vie. 

Venice selfie 4Canal in Borano

Selfie on the Grand Canal                                   Canal @ Borano

 

From there they went to the Loire Valley in France where Susan had booked some fantastic accommodations and a hot-air balloon ride over the valley.

Balloon over Loire Valley   OK, that may not have been where they stayed but it was in the neighborhood.

 

 

 

 

 

They finished up in Iceland before heading home.

Blue LagoonBlue Lagoon

 

 

 

 

When Patty got home from Europe, we hung around for about a week and then we went back to Kala Point for a week and got back the first of November.  The thing that was special about that was that the fall colors were at their peak on the peninsula while we were there and they were just peaking in Ashland when we got home. 

At the end of November we headed south again to catch a flight back to Hawaii.  We had a week booked at Bellows AFS on the windward side of Oahu and then a week at the Hale Koa at Waikiki

Patty @ Bellows 3 IMG_4216

Patty catching the sunrise @ Bellows AFS

Honolulu Hale (City Hall)

 

 

 

Well, that’s the year for the super self-indulgent Ware’s.  In past years, the Card/newsletter has been mostly about the rest of the family.  We’re getting selfish in our old age.  However, we are extremely proud of all our kids and their accomplishments so bear with me for a little longer. 

Traci is very busy as an Educational Assistant in the Ashland schools and libraries.  She seems to have all the work she wants and is in constant demand.  She keeps very busy with her crafts and scrapbooking and is totally devoted to Samuel and Gabriel.  Rene has a full schedule at Southern Oregon University and works weekends on Master’s Programs off campus and out of town.  During the summer he teaches Master’s Programs at Copenhagen Business School and usually gets in a lot of travelling too.  Sometimes he teaches in Guanajuato,  Mexico.  This year they are all travelling to Naga City to visit family after he gets back from Denmark.  Samuel is planning on pursuing an engineering degree at Oregon State University so we’ll be rooting for the Beavers (except when they’re playing the Ducks (we do that anyway).  And Gabriel will be in his Sophomore year at Ashland High School.  He’s very close to becoming an Eagle Scout and still helps out at the Medford Train Park during summer weekends.  I’m sure Patty will be after him to help out with her volunteer activities now that Samuel has escaped her clutches. 

Susan and Kai are both still working at Microsoft (and I hope they always will be since I think it’s the greatest place on the planet to work).  I don’t know what they do but it’s very technical and complicated and they’re always going off somewhere on business.  They’re both Program Managers which doesn’t explain anything.  Kai’s actually with CompuCom Systems, Inc. but that’s under Microsoft.  Of course Kai is also heavily involved with several bands of a totally eclectic mix.  The Bucharest Drinking Team, The Debaucherauntes, Shiplosion and this summer he toured the East Coast with a group called DAMA/LIBRA.  

That’s it.  Thanks for sticking with me through this long (sorry) posting.  If I’d been more diligent about posting it wouldn’t have been so long. 

TLAP

Posted September 17, 2014 by limberjack
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jrackam

This Friday is International Talk Like A Pirate day. The religious holiday for Pastafarians is on Friday, 19 September, 2014.  It’s why I never forget Kai’s birthday; he was born on TLAP eve.  The correlation between pirates and the Flying Spaghetti Monster is illustrated in the Wikipedia article below:

 

Pirates and global warming

PiratesVsTemp

A chart that, according to Bobby Henderson, correlates the number of pirates with global temperature

According to Pastafarian “beliefs”, pirates are “absolute divine beings” and the original Pastafarians.[7] Furthermore, Pastafarians believe that the concept of pirates as “thieves and outcasts” is misinformation spread by Christian theologians in the Middle Ages and by Hare Krishnas. Instead, Pastafarians believe that they were “peace-loving explorers and spreaders of good will” who distributed candy to small children, adding that modern pirates are in no way similar to “the fun-loving buccaneers from history”. In addition, Pastafarians believe that ghost pirates are responsible for all of the mysteriously lost ships and planes of the Bermuda Triangle. Pastafarians celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day on September 19.[38]

  • The inclusion of pirates in Pastafarianism was part of Henderson’s original letter to the Kansas State Board of Education, in an effort to illustrate that correlation does not imply causation.[39] Henderson presented the argument that “global warming, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the shrinking numbers of pirates since the 1800s”.[7] A chart accompanying the letter (with numbers humorously disordered on the x-axis) shows that as the number of pirates decreased, global temperatures increased. This parodies the suggestion from some religious groups that the high numbers of disasters, famines, and wars in the world is due to the lack of respect and worship toward their deity. In 2008, Henderson interpreted the growing pirate activities at the Gulf of Aden as additional support, pointing out that Somalia has “the highest number of pirates and the lowest carbon emissions of any country”.

The fact that TLAP day this year happens to correspond to the day that Patty’s cousin from Iowa (whom she has never met) is coming to visit us is just her tough luck. What do people from Iowa know about pirates anyway? I’m sure they have some scurvy scalawags in Des Moines but they just don’t have the élan and savoir-faire of a pirate. They’ll be getting an education, won’t they!

In my meager attempt at proselytizing, I’ll provide some links to some resources on the web for pirate-worthy lingo so you can fit in:

 

BTW, there’s a BIG difference between swashing and swishing. Don’t get them mixed up!

A Girl Named Sue

Posted September 8, 2014 by limberjack
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1983 Estacada

A girl named Sue

Let me tell you a story about a girl named Sue

Never would do what her parents told her to

Dropped out of school and out of college too

Wouldn’t clean her room (seen better lairs in a zoo)!

 

She ate junk food and listened to Aerosmith

Palled around with friends that gave her poor dad fits

Then one day she said she’d had enough

Couldn’t stand her parents and packed up all her stuff.

 

She left her mom and dad, such sweet and gentle souls

And went into the world to see what her future holds

Her only talent appeared to be her skill at video games

A very promising future in the gamers “Hall of Fame”.

 

Well, to make this short she landed on her feet

And found the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet

Although he is a drummer in a hard rock band

He also has a job and in the house he gives a hand.

 

Sue went to work for a guy named Bill

Himself a dropout so he held her no ill will

She makes a lot of money, way more than her parents do

Although they’ve worked and trained for more than a decade or two.

 

Now she eats fruits and veggies, her and her vegan friend

And they have their own house to clean, keep up and mend

She has a big fat mortgage, insurance and taxes too

She’s now part of the system,  Who’d have thought it?  Poor Sue!

 

The perfect end to this story, and it tickles me to think

If SHE had a willful daughter that drove her to the brink

Her perfect mom and dad would watch with hidden glee

And Sue would ask for our advice, which we always give for free!

Jailbirds


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