Saturday, October 16, 2010

On approach

My brother, Jerry, visited Don and Mary (another brother and his wife) recently and took them flying in a vividly blue Pennsylvania sky.
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"That's a sweet-looking ship... Beechcraft Bonanza..."

I don't know a thing about flying, so Terry pitched in with the subject above this picture.
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Welcome hug

Donnie and Jerry
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Jerry performing the pre-fright

Mary looking nervously for Don, hoping he's not going to make her do this alone.
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Don doesn't know much about flying either, but thinks this might be instructive.
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What the heck makes that thing stay up there?
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October 16, 1793

I've listened to, and loved, Antonia Fraser's "Marie Antoinette: The Journey" more than several times. Every time I listen to it, I learn something new. The most recent go-round ended today, coincidently, on the anniversary of her execution. So, I walked seven miles this morning, listening to an account of the last days of her life, the trial, her execution and a prologue. My mind was whirling with pictures and thoughts to post. In the end, I decided the topic is too large for me to do it justice today and will only post this montage that I found online. Long live the Queen.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Mary Belle and Dad

Posted by PicasaAn  important event I've been remiss in reporting is that my dad remarried in July.  His wife, Mary Belle Bordone, is a longtime friend of the family, but one whom we'd not seen in many years.  I can't think her name without remembering how much my mother admired her and admired the fact that she goes to Mass every morning.  In fact, if I
remember correctly, when I was a little girl and my dad
was a prisoner-of-war, my mother told me that Mary Belle went to Mass and prayed for him and the other POWs every day.  Mary Belle's husband, Dick, was a close friend and shipmate of my dad's on the USS Independence. Capt. Bordone had also been shot down, but rescued, during the Vietnam war and passed away several years ago, at about the same time as my mother.   They had very good-looking sons and daughters.  Their sons, Mike and Bobby, played Little League in King's Grant.   All the junior high aged girls threw themselves at those handsome Bordone boys.  I was among the shameless and Kim, enthusiastic, but more restrained, was right there with me.  I'm very happy for my dad that he has such a kind, lovely, funny, warm, spunky wife.  

Why, yes, I do have a son.

My son, David, doesn't make many appearances on my blog, because he doesn't make many appearances in front of the camera.  He probably prefers not to be on the blog, but can't avoid it forever.  Right now, I'm in
Boston, sitting in a coffee shop, reminded of David, the coffee shop enthusiastic / English major.  He'd love this place - brick walls, heavy wooden door with brass fittings, old overstuffed mismatched furniture, wood plank floor partially covered by worn oriental rugs, local characters talking loudly with Boston accents, and the radio playing pretty good music.


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