Wednesday, March 9, 2016
How can a memory be so hard to take?
So hard to take that you can’t remember
So hard to remember that you can’t take it
How can a memory be so forgotten?
So buried under layers of life
So lifeless yet burning away
How can a memory be so elusive?
So untraceable you don’t know where to start
So puzzling without all the parts
And why are some memories so frightful
And others so delightful
Some are imprinted so we never forget
Some are like smoke on the wind
So promise me the memory is there
That I can search and destroy it’s hold
But through all the layers of me
It’s so hard to see it
Yet I feel the memory burning
I smell the smoke on the wind
Posted by Ralphie at 2:03 PM
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Is it because I’m tired
That I’m feeling very nostalgic,
And longing for a time
When I didn’t have to care
About all those grownup things,
And all we had to worry about
Is what game we’d play today,
Or what time is dinner,
Or waiting for the 3 o’clock school bell to ring –
And I remember that some of it was painful
But I go back anyway
And I remember that some of it was scary
But I go back anyway
And some of what I remember
I try to forget
And still I’m drawn to that time
When I could have been anything
But came out slightly damaged
And I go back anyway
And I love those days
And I’m feeling very nostalgic
Is it because I’m tired
Posted by Ralphie at 7:07 AM
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
A listener asked for more photos of Emma The WienerDog. Her full name is Emmapajama von Schnizengruben.
Emma will be 16 the day after Christmas!
Here is Emma the day we brought her home!
And here in her golden years!
Basking in the sun...do you see a pattern?
She is still very active, but kinda senile, which can be sad and funny all at the same time.
Emma used to be on the radio , joining me on the air when I worked 7 to midnight. She has many fans around the world!
In her later years she has turned her back on showbiz…I’m ready for my close-up Mr. Demille…
A sunny spot to sleep
A warm bed with lots of blankies
In that order!
That's all for now!
Posted by Ralphie at 9:26 AM
Saturday, October 11, 2014
I’m sitting in the Felton cemetery…it’s an old cemetery, with dates going back to the 1800’s. It’s quiet and interesting and I like coming here because there’s no one around…well, no one who is going to bother me!
I’m sitting here looking out at all the markers, some fancy, some not so much. Most are very old, some more recent.
There’s gonna be two dates on your tombstone, everyone will read ‘em
All that’s gonna matter is the little dash between ‘em
Some of the markers are tilting, others have fallen over. Some are so old you can’t even read them. Some are gone, leaving no trace…
The grass is dead, the weeds are overgrown…it looks like a movie set. That’s why I like it…it’s very surreal, and very peaceful.
It’s hard not to think about the people here who died so long ago. Looking out at the various markers, which acknowledge that this person existed and for this long, I wonder about all these people…
All the lonely people, where do they all come from…
I wonder about their lives, their loves, joys, triumphs and sorrows. I wonder about their hopes and dreams, desires, faults...about their concerns, successes, failures. Real people who lived and breathed and had families.
Did the family breakdown as they came here to bury their loved one, or were they stoic?
Did they die with regrets? I think everyone has some regrets, no matter what they say. If I died right now, I’d have a few…
But then again, too few to mention…
That would be ironic if I died right now, being in a cemetery and all…
I find myself wondering how many of these people suffered; suffered from physical or mental disease. How many suffered from depression, or were bi-polar, back before they even knew what it was! A scarey thought!
Were they poor? Did they live well? Were they born here? Did they go to church? Where did they work? Would I have liked them? Would they have liked me? Did they even have families to miss them?
I sit here and I think all this, as the wind blows through the trees, and I feel a little sad.
As I look out across this old cemetery, I can almost see a family gathered ‘round a grave, with someone singing Amazing Grace, and I know that someday they’ll be gathered ‘round for me.
That sounds like a song…I’ll work on it!
Posted by Ralphie at 7:32 PM