Thursday, November 24, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

"March" Seazters on a "November Bend"

Little Women became "Loaded Women" last night..  Jo, Amy, Beth and Meg...i.e., Mary Ellen, Barbara, Martha amd Patricia

1954 Mary Ellen and Barb
1966 Martha and Patty

Josephine "Jo" March Bhaer AKA MARY ELLEN
Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful.” Frederick Llewellyn Willis wrote that his cousin Louisa Alcott was “full of spirit and life; impulsive and moody, and at times irritable and nervous. ON THE ROAD AT BLACK DUCK she could run like a gazelle. MARY ELLEN
Jo March starts out as a tomboyish, hot-tempered, fifteen-year-old girl. She loves activity and can't bear to be left on the sidelines BUT IS LAST PICKED FOR ALL TEAMS; it drives her crazy that she can't go and fight in the Civil War alongside her father, who has volunteered as a chaplain. Instead, Jo has to stay at home and try to reconcile herself to a nineteenth-century woman's place in the domestic sphere, which is extremely difficult for her. She's clumsy, blunt, opinionated, and jolly. Her behavior is often most unladylike – she swears (mildly LIKE A FISHWIFE), burns her dress while warming herself at the fire, spills things on her only gloves, and barely tolerates her cranky old Aunt (MARIE) March. She's so boyish that Mr.(UNCLE POO-POOH) March has referred to her as his "son Jo" in the past, and her best friend Laurie sometimes calls her "my dear fellow." SHE TRIES TO HIDE THE COCA COLA MUSIC BOX SHE BROKE BUT AUNTIE MARIE BUSTED HER ASS ANYWAY.  MARY ELLEN
Jo also loves literature, both reading and writing it. She composes plays for her sisters to perform and writes stories that she eventually gets published. She imitates Dickens and Shakespeare and Scott, and whenever she's not doing chores or washing the poodle, cleaning Polly's cage, sewing towels (for Aunt Josephine March OR CROCHETING FOR COURTNEY) she curls up in her room, in a corner of the attic(BASEMENT), or outside, completely absorbed in a good book. MARY ELLEN
Jo hopes to do something great when she grows up, although she's not sure what that might be – perhaps writing a great novel. Whatever it is, it's not going to involve getting married; Jo hates the idea of romance, because marriage (CHARLIE) might break up her family and separate her from the sisters she adores. MARY ELLEN
Jo is being set up for a meaningful journey of self-discovery and surprises. By the end of the novel, her dreams and dislikes are turned topsy-turvy; her desire to make her way in the world and her distaste for staying at home are altered forever. She does not find romance in the places that readers expect, but she did find it. She also realizes that romantic love has its place, even though it changes the relationships one already has. As Jo discovers her feminine side, she also figures out how to balance her ambitious nature with the constraints placed on nineteenth-century women. MARY ELLEN

Margaret "Meg" March Brooke AKA MARTHA
At sixteen, she is the oldest (SECOND YOUNGEST) sister. She is considered the beauty of the March household (written as very pretty, plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft, brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she is rather vain) and she is well-mannered. Meg LAUGHS LOUDLY AND A LOT, runs the household when her mother is absent. Meg also guards Amy from Jo when the two quarrel, just as Jo protects Beth. Meg is employed as a governess for the Kings, a wealthy local family (WHO RAISE HER AS A KING GIRL AFTER KIDNAPPING HER FROM THE RED LAKE INDIAN RESERVATION. Because of the genteel social standing of her family, Meg is allowed into society. However, after a few disappointing experiences (first, the Kings' eldest (AND ONLY) son is disinherited for bad behavior, (ROBBING COOL WHIP FROM THE LOCAL IGA AND RUNNING IT INTO SILVER LAKE) and later she visits her friend Annie Moffat (JILL) and discovers that her family believes Mrs. March is plotting to match her with Laurie (RON KING) only to gain his family's wealth), Meg learns that true worth does not lie with money. She falls in love with Mr. John Brooke, (LAWRENCE) Laurie's tutor(RON'S FELLOW CADET), whom she marries. Meg bears twin children, Margaret "Daisy" and John Brooke "Demi" (short for Demi-John: ERIC), and "Demi"(ERIC) and "Daisy(ALLISON)" live a happy life.  BECAUSE IT WORKED SO WELL FOR HER, SHE ALSO STEALS TWO RESERVATION BABIES AND NAMES THEM KRISTEN AND KATHRYN.   MARTHA JEAN SMITH (ALSO A DISTANT RELATIVE OF POCAHONTAS IT SEEMS)

Elizabeth "Beth" March AKA NOT ME!
Beth is described as even-tempered and has always been very close to Jo. As her sisters begin to leave the nest, Beth wonders what will become of her, as all she wants is to remain at home with her parents. When Beth's health eventually begins a rapid decline, the entire family nurses her - especially Jo, who rarely leaves her side. Finally, the family began to realize that Beth will not live much longer. They separate a room for her, filled with all the things she loved best; her kittens, piano, father's books, Amy's sketches, her beloved dolls, and blehhhhh blehhhh (NO ONE I KNOW!)
In her last year, Beth is still trying to make it better for those who will be left behind. She is never idle, except in sleep. But soon, Beth puts down her sewing needle, saying that it grew "so heavy", never to pick it up again. In her final illness, she discusses the spiritual significance of her death to Jo. (NOT ME)

Amy March Laurence AKA PATRICIA N.M.N.
The youngest sister—age twelve when the story begins—Amy is interested in art. She is described by the author as a 'regular snow-maiden' with curly golden hair and blue eyes, 'pale and slender' and 'always carrying herself' like a very proper young lady. She is dissatisfied with the shape of her nose which she attempts to fix with a clothespin TO HER TONSIL WHICH GETS HER A FAST RIDE TO DR. SHER'S OFFICE. She is "cool, reserved and worldly" which sometimes causes her trouble. Often "petted" because she is the youngest, she can behave in a vain and spoiled way, and throws tantrums when she is unhappy. Her relationship with Jo is sometimes strained; the literary Jo particularly dislikes when Amy uses big words, mispronouncing them or using them incorrectly. Their most significant argument occurs when Jo will not allow Amy to accompany Jo and Laurie to the theater. In revenge, Amy finds Jo's unfinished novel and throws it all in the fireplace grate, (AND WATCHES MARTHA THROW HER SKORT DOWN THE OUTHOUSE HOLE), burning years of work AND MAKING DAD RETRIEVE IT WITH A FISHING POLE. When Jo discovers this, she boxes Amy's ears and tells her, "I'll never forgive you! Never!" Amy's attempt to apologize to Jo are unsuccessful. When Laurie and Jo go skating, Amy tags along after them, but she arrives at the lake too late to hear Laurie's warning about rotten ice. Under Jo's horrified stare, Amy falls through the ice, and is rescued by Laurie's prompt intervention. Realizing she might have lost her sister, Jo's anger dissolves and the two become more close. When Beth is ill with scarlet fever, Amy is sent to stay with Aunt (BETTY) March as a safety precaution. Aunt BETTY March grows fond of her, as Amy's natural grace and docility are more to her taste. Amy is invited to accompany Uncle VINCE and Aunt BETTY and cousin EDYTH on a European trip (TO ARIZONA BUT ECZEMA MARTHA GOES INSTEAD). Although she enjoys travelling, after seeing the works of artists such as Michelangelo and Raphael, Amy gives up her art, because she believes herself to be lacking in talent. In Europe, Amy meets up with Laurie(RICHARD), and shortly after Beth dies, they marry. Later, Amy gives birth to daughter Elizabeth (Beth or Bess). BEFORE "ELIZABETH/AMY" ARRIVED SHE SHARED HER HOME WITH RICHARD, EMILY,SARAH. SEVERAL CANINES AND FINALLY RICKY. PATRICIA

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Road Trip to Wausau not Warsaw


Everyday I treat myself to lookin' at the faces of these ugly offspring and get happier. . . I just love it when they call home all the time. . .winner last week was Meg by answering my 5am wake up call.  Well, I couldn't call Gretchen cuz she needs her rest...Meg is her "other mother" everyday. Mich called dad spontaneously twice.  Greg was "on the horn" at least six times and email twice jus like Gretchen...But whose counting?

And the girl on the upper right is going to have a birthday on Turkey Day so Ron has agreed to a road trip today to shop at Wausau for present(s) and lunch!  I have to find something for Grr and Josh for Christmas too, cuz the Army has cancelled all leave and she has had quite an emotional last week. (Josh Too!)  If I could hold her and tell her everything will be alright I would.  (I believe in the second part of the sentence.)

Ron was heared to say last week, "I have spent my life learning to deal with cancer, equipping people with answers and the best outcomes possible and I cannot have all the answers for cardiomyopathy and Hasimotos.  (Boy, did he deserve a night out!)

Yesterday's mail brought in my new medtronic bedside monitor.  I am truly now able to beam up my heart to the wireless mission control center in Siberia per "Peggy."  It is designed to suspend further travels to St. Joseph's "Health and Spa."  It is a little strange to hear your heart function go over the fax machine with a series of "bleeps-blinks and squelches." I introduced it to Ron...we both laughed.

Ron went out with the boys last night. He almost missed his chauffeured ride.  My mom used to always say, "Ron will be late to his own funeral."  Actually mom said both Ron and I would be late to our own funerals.  I am planning on it! Punctuality is not my long-suit. Ron got home early enuf to get popcorn and another Manhattan.  He was asleep after finishing the first...not the second.  he slept this morn until TEN!

Today is the first day of the Wisconsin deer season and I am happy to report Ron doesn't partake.  We live in the woods and I was awoken at daybreak today to rifles sounding in the back forty.  Riley didn't get a walk and Yo Yo ran out and in really fast.  Of course I wore a red shirt and was quick as a crouching coyote.  Getting shot in your own front yard is not a great way to start the weekend.  Coffee and Blogging is better!


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

There is no Place Like Home!

As Meg's would like to hear: I am pleased to write: "The chicken is back in the coop!"

Of last week's time, the nocs spent at St. Joseph's "Health Club and Spa." is best put behind this chic. 
I am very happy to report I have reconnected with everyone which means everything,...will never be able to express the gratitude to friends and family for all their well wishes as I have been a lot anxious and a little not a lot cooperative.  Happily the ones who were sending me all their best were not the canines...It feels real good to be without my Zoll "fashion" accessories.  I am tempted at this time to spend money on things foolish and extravagant but the truth is I am not goin' to ...I only want to say, "You know who you are and you are so so so appreciated by yours truly.  There is no place like home!"
(And naming the grandchildren after me isn't necessary.)

Monday, November 7, 2011

To You... TOO


I dedicate Michael's art work to Meg, Grrrr, Annelise and even Jacqueline.

!COOL!




                                                               I didn't know I loved BIKERS