Disney, Pixar, Suspense, Scifi, Comedy, Musicals, etc.
Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Friday the 13th, Alien Tril., ET, etc.
The Old Classics,
John Wayne's, Doris Day's, Cary Grant's, Spencer & Tracey's (Kate is my idol & so is Jayne Mansfield), Gig Young's, Kirk Douglas', Alfred Hitchcock, etc.
As long as it's got better than 2 stars, I'm probably going to like it.
Classical: Vivaldi; Classic Rock, Heavy Metal, New Age (Enya,Yanni) Native American Peoples,
Celtic & Bagpipes/penny whistle, South American flute, Cowboy-Western, Mideast/India,
Bimini,
Christian rock,
BOOKS
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Authors: Shakespeare, Geoffrey Chaucer, Anya Seton, Jean Auel:The Earth Children Series, Joseph Campbell, Richard Bach, Dan Brown, Eckhart Tolle:A New Earth, The Bible, J. K. Rowlings, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Honey Bunch, etc.
MY BOOK:
I was born in Boston in 1950...lived there on Summer St?...(or was it Winter St?) one year, then moved to Merritt Ave, Braintree. It was a brand new street of 9-10 small house lots down each side of it, and it sloped down to a woods & creepy peat bog beyond. Just a few houses, at the top of the hill, had been built. We were about 4 houses down...white picket fence down 1 side & across the front somewhat...& a waist high barberry hedge the rest of the way across the front & down the other side...& down the backyard... the back of which was open to the "deep enchanted woods." A driveway was down the right side circling to the garage, that was under the house in the back. Two flowering crab apples took up the front yard on either side of the flagstone walkway leading to the typical Grey Cape. On the left of the house, the front yard was separated from the back yard, by a white picket fence with, a flag stone path, winding down & through a wooden arch, covered in climbing roses. In the center of the arch, nestled in the rose-twines, was a bluebird house. (loved watching those bluebirds)
The back yard, though tiny, had a fieldstone fireplace (lots of scrumptious cookouts from that fireplace), & was shaded by a huge Catalpa tree in the back corner, & an apple by the turnaround at the driveway. Set back, and arranged along the edge of the driveway turnaround was a wooden sand box, then a swing set, then a wooden double love seat swing (facing each other with the platform in between). And...my father & mother created it all with their own 2 hands...my brother & I helped where we could.
When we moved there the rest of the houses still had to be built. My mother would put me in the front of the yard in a playpen, & I would watch the trucks going up & down hauling dirt & whatever. Somehow I learned if I did the "arm pulling thing" the trucks would blow their air horns. The few neighbors that were there (mostly empty-nesters) got fed up. The constant rumbling of trucks was annoying enough, so I was banished to the back yard; but not before embedding a love for the building industry.
My 5 year old brother (Russell) had to have his appendix out, (in those days they cut you almost all the way across the stomach to do an appendectomy) the very day he got home from the hospital, my mother found him, like a monkey, swinging & hanging from the branches of the back yard apple tree.
Every summer holiday, and some weekends in between, the entire street got together to go to Nantasket, Salisbury, or Revere Beach. Then we all gathered (mostly at our house because of the stone fireplace) for an evening BBQ. Week days were spent with all the kids playing in each others back yards, and all over the (secluded dead-end) street. The moms all got together for morning coffee at each others kitchens, which was good to have a panel of "Dr. Moms", because at least one of us kids, randomly, would get a hole poked in them by one thing or another (dropping heavy toys down the laundry chute while another watched at the bottom... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye; or tug-a-war with the metal sprinkler and the winner getting slammed in the head when the other let go... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye;...Ooo....Ooo...the time we were building a tree-house in the "enchanted woods" & Jackie Rodgers was hammering, and dropped the hammer claw first, on my head... almost losing a piece of brain). Man,...we had some "GREATEST" times.
Yes...yes...yes...it was a cross between "Donna Reed" & "Wisteria Lane". (Stuff happened...but the housewives weren't desperate...It really was more like "Leave it to Beaver")
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Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
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