Doedet (Skudrinka II)

March 16, 2009 Leave a comment

A traditional Macedonian tune.

Categories: music


February 4, 2009 1 comment

Taking a break from my grandmother’s things today, here’s me doing a cover of German medieval rock band Schelmish’s song, ‘Aequinoctium’.  Feel free to leave your comments here, or on the youtube page, which is here.

Letter from Mamie Eisenhower

February 3, 2009 Leave a comment

Among my grandmother’s papers, a letter from Mamie Eisenhower:

White House Envelope

Letter from Mamie Eisenhower


February 3, 2009 Leave a comment

A selection of quotes and short poems found scattered among my grandmother’s papers. I am not bothering to look for sources for the unattributed this time.

There is no surprise more magical that the surprise of being loved! It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder

–Charles Morgan

Honesty is the world’s greatest labor-saving device.

–Dr. Henry Cohen

When you wake up, get up –
And when you get up, do something!


Sitting still and wishing
Makes no person great.
The good Lords sends the fishing,
But you must dig the bait.


Music is love in search of a word.


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An untitled poem

February 2, 2009 3 comments

Back to poems today, this one, untitled and unattributed found among my grandmother’s papers:

She thought when night had finally ended day.
Dear Lord tonight I am too tired to pray
And wearily she closed her eyes in sleep.
Slipping far into the shadows deep.

Up in Heaven the dear Lord heard and smiled
Today she soothed a little crying child.
She stopped her work to take old Ella Koop
A fragrant warming bowl of her good soup.
Her house was orderly, her garden tended
Her children fed, their clothes all clean and mended.

Her husband home from work found happiness
And quiet peace in her deep gentleness.
The dear Lord smiled again
Too tired to pray,
Her hands have offered Prayer of love all day.

Edit: I’ve done some searching, which I should have done beforehand, I suppose. It would appear that this poem is entitled Too Tired To Pray and was written by Jane Coffin. There are some quotation marks in the original which really make a bit more sense of the poem, but I’ve left it as my grandmother typed it up.

Seven Social Graces, and a Picture

February 1, 2009 1 comment

Taking a break from poems today, these two presumably come from the sunpaper in Baltimore:

Q – You once listed seven social graces for children which I kept for a long time. I wish you would write more about manners for children and give us this list again with explanations.
My children are reaching the point where they need this kind of guidance and I am not always sure myself what to tell them.

A – Here are those seven social graces for children.  Clip them out.  In subsequent columns I will take one point at a time.

1 – How to greet and take leave of others

2 – How to express thanks.

3 – How to excuse themselves or express regret.

4 – How and for what to give praise.

5 – How to carry on and end a conversation.

6 – How to conduct themselves in public places.

7 – How to make themselves physically presentable.

Unfortunately, I have yet to locate the rest of these columns, else I would post them (and will if I find them).

Next up, a picture I scanned in.  This one has my grandfather in it.  It’s right in front of the Baltimore Gas and Electric building where he used to work. A local Lutheran church had released balloons with messages from people who had donated money towards ending world hunger. Guess it didn’t work, but I like the picture.

Pop-Pop and Balloons

The Bentztown Bard

January 29, 2009 Leave a comment

Continuing in my series of poems and the like from papers recieved from my grandmother’s apartment when she went into hospice:

Folger McKinsey, the Bentztown Bard, wrote a column in the Baltimore Sun called Good Morning from 1906 to 1948.  It was so popular that it was reprinted for some time afterward.  This column consisted of poems, and my grandmother had clipped a few and saved them. Each column began with the following poem, written by Carlotta Perry:

It was only a glad “Good Morning”
As she passed along the way.
But it spread the morning’s glory
Over the livelong day!

The poems are here.

More information on B.B. is here.