Saturday, February 24, 2018


Comment to Ian's blog:

The testimony the world gives us is of transience not of permanence.

I grew up in New Orleans on the west bank of the Mississippi which would be something like the south bank of the Thames. When I was young the river had not been bridged at the city; it was too wide and deep and swift for the engineering of the day. The were many ferries to cross the river, and I lived near the landing for the one that crossed to Canal Street, the most important shopping area of the city. So there came a point in our lives when Mother allowed my sister and I to go 'across the river' to shop along Canal Street. The stores we visited were mostly 'dime stores' of which there were several. So this is part of my experience of walking as a child – a short walk to the ferry, crossing the mile wide river on the boat, traversing the multitude of railroad tracks on the 'viaduct', walking up the wide boulevard with street cars in the 'neutral ground', searching through the stores for whatever trinkets we coveted, buying a hotdog and coke at a lunch counter on the way home and returning with our treasures.

The only transcendence in these experiences was that of taking a few steps on our own beyond the protected envelope of our neighborhood. We were left with dim memories of a matrix of space and time which is long lost.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018


Son Mark sent me this recording of him playing guitar and singing. He recorded it on his phone.

I enjoyed  listening to his music last year when he was here. When he and Rob were here together with the guitar and Irish flute it was a real treat. Too bad I didn't record that

On the Road Again

file:///home/ellie/Music/On The Road Again HNY 2018.m4a

Friday, December 29, 2017


On Nov 13, 2017, at 5:37 PM,
Eleanor Clayton wrote:
I arrived home yesterday (Oct 10) at about 6 PM. I drove from Signal Mountain in about 11 hours. The driving was not as tiring as I expected it to be. I was 3 days on the road and 4 days at Joel's. If she had put me to work in the house and the yard I would have stayed longer but she likes to do everything herself in her own way.
Hugh and Alison are going to build a new, larger home on Signal Mountain. Joel plans to build on the lot next to them. She hasn't told many friends about her plans yet but I suppose it is OK to tell family. They will be moving into a new development in which the homes are constructed by the developer. The date construction will begin has not been determined but the streets are built, the lots are cleared and the underground utilities are laid. I think construction will start on their houses in the first half of 2018.
I enjoyed seeing Clemson and Brevard. Some ashes were spread at the cemetery of the Old Stone Church near the house we owned in Clemson. A relative of Larry's was the first pastor in 1797. I also sprinkled ashes in the gardens on the campus. The next morning I drove to Brevard and had a biscuit at the Burger King Dad and I frequented. I them went into the Pisgah Forest of deliver ashes into the creeks whose waters eventually flow into the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico.
I found my way to Joel's house by instinct because I had forgotten highway names and landmarks. That was a long day but everything came together as I hoped it would. During my visit Joel fed me well and we did recollecting. I got to visit with Hugh, Alison and Ethan more than I expected to. I'm glad I renewed those family ties which form the foundation of who I am and how I fit into where I come from.

Friday, December 22, 2017


Radio Officer's Cabin

Mark and I visited the American Victory in the Tampa harbor on the way home from the airport yesterday. 

American Victory
American Victory has been upgraded with modern VHF radio and radar (visible on the command deck), and more modern electronics have been added to the electricians' quarters and radio room, but she is generally in her historic form. Her 3-inch bow mounted deck gun is still in place, although demilitarized, as well as the 5-inch stern gun and another 3-inch gun next to it still in place. The mostly volunteer museum "crew" take pride in the fact that she is a fully operational, seaworthy vessel. She usually does about two cruises a year.
Engine Room American Victory
Radio Shack


Sunday, December 17, 2017


Matthew 2
[13] And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him

Songs of Innocence by William Blake
A Cradle Song
“Sleep sleep happy child.
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee thy mother weep.  

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee,
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all, 
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee.

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,  
Infant smiles are his own smiles.
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.”
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Virgin and Child in Egypt by William Blake
from Victoria & Albert Museum, London

 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that 
loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.

  He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
First John 4:7-8




Peace I ask of thee, oh river
Peace, peace, peace
When I learn to live serenely
Cares will cease

From the hills I gather courage
Visions of the days to be
Strength to lead and faith to follow
All are given unto me.

(repeat first verse.)

It was in the Girl Scout Handbook in the 50s.  As I remember it. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


Dear Rebekah,

I am sad that you and Mark broke up. You have very much been a part of my family for the last few months. You were so kind and helpful during the last months of Larry's life. You made him smile and feel appreciated.

On the trip to California, besides being our navigator, you related to everyone in your cheerful, enthusiastic way, increasing the happiness for all. Ryan seemed to enjoy your company more than that of anyone else. The trip was a one of a kind, unforgettable event for me. You will always be in my heart for what you did to help me through the sadness of Larry's death.

I pray that you will be able to put the pieces of you life together anew, in a way that uses all your gifts and brings you the happiness you deserve.