When my husband came to ask my Dad for my "hand in marriage," Dad questioned him endlessly. We sat, nervously wishing that my Dad would give an answer - but he had to have more facts! Husband finally clarified the fact that the US Government deducted a certain amount from husband's Air Force check, added a housing allotment to it, and mailed a check for that amount to me.
I was thinking that my Dad, a very serious man, would question our chances for living within the budget that our small incomes would demand, and was shocked when he answered. Dad looked up at husband, and then smiled, which I'd never seen him do before, and said, "I guess you know, Son, that this will increase my taxes!"
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Wisps of Wonder
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Adrift Alone
The last link I have with civilization is gone as the "Dixie" sinks from sight. Even the red glare which has suffused the sky is slowly fading because there is nothing left to burn. As horrifying as it appeared, it was a sign, a symbol that civilization, in some form, was nearby; but I am alone. As far as I can see, wave after wave mounts, breaks, and falls, only to rise again - eternally going nowhere. I had always thought the sea was green and beautiful, alive; but now it is cold and slate grey, reflecting the sky above.
I cannot row against these waves any longer, for they are becoming too high and too strong. Perhaps if I rest, I can go on. Yes, I feel much better, but where are my oars? As I look frantically about me, I get a glimpse of them as they top a crest and plunge from view, leaving me truly alone, adrift on an open sea, while King Neptune rages against me.
I suppose I fell into an exhausted stupor, for I feel strangely rested and at ease. The sea, a mossy green, is calm, and dawn is breaking with fuchsia shades underlining the splinters of gold, foretelling the warmth of the sun. The wind has shifted and I am coming closer to land. Now I know! I AM adrift on an open sea, but I am NOT alone.
**written to picture my reaction to a situation similar to "The Open Boat" (an English assignment, NJC - Pannill)
July 20, 1961
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Wisps of Wonder
I cannot row against these waves any longer, for they are becoming too high and too strong. Perhaps if I rest, I can go on. Yes, I feel much better, but where are my oars? As I look frantically about me, I get a glimpse of them as they top a crest and plunge from view, leaving me truly alone, adrift on an open sea, while King Neptune rages against me.
I suppose I fell into an exhausted stupor, for I feel strangely rested and at ease. The sea, a mossy green, is calm, and dawn is breaking with fuchsia shades underlining the splinters of gold, foretelling the warmth of the sun. The wind has shifted and I am coming closer to land. Now I know! I AM adrift on an open sea, but I am NOT alone.
**written to picture my reaction to a situation similar to "The Open Boat" (an English assignment, NJC - Pannill)
July 20, 1961
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Wisps of Wonder
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