Mossy Stone and Parental Persuasion
Friday 03/18/2005 9:54 AM
 At the potter's field near our old home in the woods, south of town, exactly one of the old stone markers is covered in moss. (2005) File Under: Cemeteries; I Took This Photo!; Potter's Field |
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Walking amongst the scattered stones, I found a solitary mini-monolith with a mossy coat of greeen.
Tomorrow, Abe Thomas and a part of the mystery is revealed.
After my St. Urho's Day post, I received this message from my mother:
After reading today's entry in your blog, I am trying to figure out just which half of you is IRISH? I had thought that it was your brilliant mind and thought processes combined with your winning personality.
Obviously, your father's brain-distorting techniques have been far more successful than my consistent voice of reason with regard to March holidays. :<)
Oh well...I did the best I could. Alas, poor man, you turned out delusional in this regard!
I love you, anyhow....................YOUR IRISH MOM
Then, after my St. Patrick's Day post, I received this message from my father:
You are trying my patience young man. Don't mess with the Urho boyka; Remember that "Heinasirkka, heinasirkka, menetaalta hiiten" can be modified to include a certain heretic known to the annointed as "PikkuPecca"!
For those of you who are Finnish-tongue-challenged, "Heinasirkka, heinasirkka, menetaalta hiiten" means "Grasshoper, grasshopper, go away!" And "PikkuPecca" means (I think) Little Peter. This is taken from the longer phrase "Pikku Pecca Bumbaleehanta" (that third word is spelled phonetically - Dad, help me out here) and it means "Little Peter Cottontail."
And finally, I received this follow-up message from my mother:
Glad to see that you finally came to your senses!
Yes, you are off the hook (MY hook, at least) for another year, but your father will probably never forgive you.
It must be hell being pulled both ways like this...And to think ours was a most amicable and bloodless parting, at that!
I love you so much....................MOM
Caught between the Scylla and the Charybdis indeed.
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