My brother and I

Monte and I were the same physical size when I entered kindergarten; though I was a year and a half old older. My mama dressed us alike and everyone thought we were twins. We lived in a tiny old wooden house in Burbank, California at 147 Valencia street, very near Lockheed Aircraft where my daddy built Vega Bombers for WWII. Neither of those places exist today.

We were poor, but we were not homeless. We had well worn clothes and very few toys. My prize possesion was a Quaker Oats box half full of marbles that I'd been collecting. In the back yard, we quite often played 'chase' with the marbles and 'fetch' with our dog Skippy. We also had a tire swing there that daddy made for us, consisting of a rope, an overhanging apple tree branch and a worn tire off our 1940 yellow Studebaker.

We made toys from mama's clothespins and invented games to play. One of our faves was "Tell-me-a-Story". The way it worked is one of us would start telling a weird or spooky story making it up as it went along, then stop at some crucial or scary point, it was then continued by the other one of us, without skipping a beat. It was surprizing and a real adventure as we peered into each others imaginations and tried to anticipate where the story would lead us. This back and forth storytelling would usually go on until we fell asleep at night.

Hence, in this blog there is a sample of "Tell-me-a-story" (See "Ancient Log") for you to pick up the thread and continue weaving a tale. There are no rules, it can be as long or short and/or take unexpectedly strange directions however you choose.

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Another game we enjoyed was "One letter words" Also 2 B C-N N D blog. Y not give it a shot 2.

R U A NUTCASE?----I-M A NICENUT --R U 1 2 ?-- I-M OK , U-R GREAT

Sometimes we would rhyme words and make up short poems.

See:"Nothing Rhymes With---" on this blogsite.

My latest poetic endeavor has to do with a planetoid that circles our Sun once every 12,000 years or so. It is smaller than Pluto, but larger than Pluto's moon, Charon. It is the coldest and most distant object known to be part of our solar system. It was discovered on NOV 14, 2003 and was named Sedna after the Inuit Goddess of the sea.

The poem of Sedna's lonely flight was the 1st entry of this blogsite.


(See "Sedna, Lost in the Continuum")