Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sliding Backwards

Return with us now to those
thrilling days of yesteryear…

Light posting, wot? It's not so much that the Obamunists have worn me down, as my "all or nothing" personality.  I mentioned awhile back my project to convert all my 35mm slides, and I did.  These are pictures that have not been viewed for years, and a bit of nostalgia is to be expected.  The line between fanciful memories and melancholy is a thin one, and I'm teetering.  In the past two days I traveled from carefree bachelor , to husband & father.

I have to shake them away now, or be paralyzed by them. The antidote is to go forth and make new memories, so I'm
 focusing on the laundry room project. 

Oh, these are the first two dogs in my life.  Boomer the German Shepherd was a present from MoSup the first year we were married.  She remains to this day the smartest, most amazing dog of them all. Misty (rollover) was my childhood dog, and lived to age 17.  My life has been filled with good dogs,  good women, good friends, good kids, and grand memories.   I was lucky.


Anonymous said...


Weep not for the times gone by, but rejoice in your fortune to have lived them! Embrace the future, for you have every opportunity to create even more. Ps.... You were and probably still are one good looking guy! I'm a gal who appreciates a fine piece of manhood....;-)

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Anonymous said...

Nice touch Rodger. What a handsome devil! Love the wild west double pony ridn' there. Glad to know your life has been a good one, eh??

When we packed up and moved last May our son took all those 8mm home movies of ours and had them converted to dvd for a Christmas gift. WOW! We looked like a couple of kids having kids and we were 25 & 28 at the time. Youth. Where does it go?

B....... said...

And may your luck continue, Sir.....

Gayle Miller said...

Sam the Wonder Cat died of a heart attack on 2/5/10 - unfortunately the frequent fate of diabetic kitties! Now two little rescue fellows: Buddy and Rusty have come to live at my house and brighten my fading years! They make me chuckle, they make me laugh. They make me happy, despite the crap going on around us!

Anonymous said...

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death;
In years that bring the philosophical mind.

Anonymous said...

Lost our Ducati a 14 yr old "cog" put down 9/09. We called him a cog because as a very large cat 19lbs -long and tall- not fat, used to protect our property like a dog. Miss him like hell.

Anonymous said...

Sam the Wonder Cat! Now that brings back memories. A childhood buddy had an enormous yaller tom named Sam, the terror of the neighborhood and could lick any dog alive. Truely a legend. He would bang on the door like a human to get back in the house, or to demand food. But one day, a large yaller tom was found, very dead, on the rail road tracks. A funeral was held, the band kid played taps on his trumpet and everybody fired their BB-guns over the grave-site for the 21-gun salute. And everyone mourned Sam. Then two or three days later, there was a banging on the front door. My friend opened it to find the "real" Sam, back from one of his sojourns and demanding loudly to be fed. They never did find out who was burried in the back yard.

In a somewhat more somber note, we've had to put down one a year the last two years, and got another going down hill fast. We got them all about a year apart, and that's how they're leaving. They leave a heck of a hole when they go, don't they?


Anonymous said...

Ocean City, when it was a grand old fun place with the action centered on 9th Street, with miles of dunes to the north and shingled Victorian queens overseeing the boardwalk, and the only high rise was Bobby Baker's Carousel, a four or five story, rectangular, sterile concrete and glass block all alone way up above 100th Street.. Now, I am carried back to that place and time in an instant by a whiff of creosote or salt air. My parents played and fell in love there in the late 1930's, and we went every year through the 40's, 50's and early 60's. I'm sure I wouldn't recognize the place today.

We can't ever go back Rodger, but we can smile at the memories and then resolve to make new ones.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

Anonymous said...

Tailgunner, You pulled my heart string with that one. Dittos on the memories! Carmel corn, cotton candy, corn dogs, cigaretts, sea shore and the sounds of the Boardwalk, Santa Cruz, CA. Olfactory memories are potent. :)
Thanks TRKOF for this post,
wv: dancer
we did a modern dance show on stage next to the SC Boardwalk when a teen. :))

Anonymous said...

When I was a kid we had black lab. If we were out in the pasture and couldn't make it back to the house we would take a dump and hope no one would see us. That dog would eat the evidence.

Man I miss that dog, what ever his name was.


jodi said...

Thanks for sharing Rog. You know I love those doggie pics!

Anonymous said...

"We can't ever go back Rodger, but we can smile at the memories and then resolve to make new ones."
Very Good Sir,
That is the way it is.
Rodger, I have a couple wonder dogs too. I wish they lived as long as we did...

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