Nearly twenty-seven years ago, and I think you know when, I had a spate of dreams that awakened me, but didn’t feel like dreams, but reality. One was myself jumping over corrugated ten roofs in a barren sort of place looking for a dentist; another is one I’ve tried to find but can’t, so I will put the question to you. I dreamed of a riverbank in London, on a beautiful spring late afternoon, almost dusk, staring down at a stone staircase that was sunken beneath the water, full of algae, wavering in water that was clear but tinged in sepia brown. I felt it was near a place dear to you, the same neighborhood I was wandering in, in my dreams, looking for plaques on houses, not knowing what the hell I was looking for or why but it all started late April twenty-seven years ago. Is there is staircase such as that one, is it significant, is it real, and where is it?
Promise to let the Bonanza thing go. But, again, there were things that struck me in these episodes, and I wanted to pose this to you. Although they lived in Nevada, the three Cartwright sons had roots East of Nevada. Adam in New England, Hoss in the midwest, I believe, and of course, Little Joe’s roots in New Orleans. I have to say someone connected with that series must have had strong ties to New Orleans because several episodes usually had some connection to it, but that’s for later. What struck me was that Ben spoke of their being born in the untamed West, but all three men had been sent back East to visit and know their roots when they were in their childhood. As I visited to know my roots; as any child should.
So , it just got me to wondering if your boys had the same important experience, and if not, it isn’t too late. Not talking about Eire, but the riverfront life you grew up knowing. Any of them take the tunnel under the Thames and walked to the other side, the stadium, the old haunts, the neighborhood, the memories? Any tales about your life there, or has it all just been that corridor in Connecticut? They need to know, you know that? I think they’d eat it up completely. It’s something every kid needs and cherishes. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be a voyage of the intelligentsia, but mainly of the heart.
I must have found that reboot connection in sleep last night because I feel much better today. Thank heavens. Although I’ve seen it before, channel surfing last evening showed me, “Shanghai Knights,” with Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson was coming on at 7PM; it’s a move I like, love Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson, and it was in gaslit London, so I had to watch. It was a tonic, it relaxed me, made me laugh, great musical score, glad I watched it. I had also taped the original black and white movie, “The Day the Earth Stood Still,” and then watched that…those old black and white movies are tonic to me; Bernard Hermann’s extraterrestrial score; the story; the setting in the fifties; I enjoyed it again all over and was ready for sleep where I hit that reboot connection. Speaking of black and white movies, I discovered that Hop Sing, played by Victor Sen Yung, was in another favorite of mine, “The Letter,” with Bette Davis, 1940. He played the young attorney’s assistant who delivers the incriminating letter to her lawyer, and then also escorts them both to the widow of the man she murdered. I love Hop Sing’s meltdowns. What struck me in my binge watching of these tales of the Comstock, again, was family. For example, the unbridled, but good natured ribbing–a barber tells Hoss, do you want to buy a bottle of lavender water–Little Joe wears it all the time. Hoss: If I smelled as bad as Little Joe, I’d wear it too. A little tribute to Hop Sing below, but in it is a scene among the brothers and father that underscores what I mean. I remember this in my own home, but then it stopped. I guess it doesn’t help once a gorgon marries into the family.
Throughout the weekend, zero energy. Yet Saturday night, thinking I would fall sound asleep, twisted and turned, miserable. Then a curious thing. Switched the telly on at 9 PM to catch Svengoolie who was showing, “The Uninvited,” a movie I love, a book I love, and discovered the old black and white movie, the beautifully spoken tones of the actors, the setting, acted like a lullaby and I was relaxing completely and fell into a peaceful doze, all of the above that reminded me of the sleep of childhood. I taped the movie; awakened, then fell asleep again on Sunday morning tired. Had to cook something; made a pot of chicken and sausage gumbo and oven daube in tomato gravy and by noon, got into the recliner under Earl’s quilt and watched, “The Uninvited.” Whenever I used to re-read that book as a teen, crazy thing, it always made me heat a huge mug of milk with vanilla poured in, find a corner in a stairway, sit and read. Well, when it was finished Sunday, I fell into a deep sleep in the recliner and awakened four hours later. Slept the night through, awakened somewhat tired, went to work, and by lunchtime had to come back home…and slept another two and half hours in the recliner.
As it often happens when I feel bad with this type of fatigue, mostly everything on television gets on my nerves and I can’t read. So I binge watch something and in this case it was two days of,”Bonanza.” I went through a lot of the episodes I had taped and they were good stories. I find the woman in me loves seeing four fine men who were good-hearted, hospitable, tender, wise, courageous, funny; I suppose I relish the family dynamic a lot of which reminded me of my own family, once long ago. Had to laugh at the young Indian kidnap victim who fell in love with Ben, telling him to his intense discomfort, “I can give you sons!” “I have sons!” came his frantic reply. She: “I can give you sons bigger than Hoss, smartet than Adam and handsomer than Little Joe!” Identifying with Adam with a gushing phony with delusions of grandeur is bragging about her lush life, and he averts his head downward at the dinner table and almost rolls his eyes and sneers in disgust, ooh, been there, done that…You know all of their love affairs will be doomed, and so many missed marriages, and of these, Joe holds the record. Relish the scenes with Hop Sing, e.g., Ben and Joe come in from a storm wearing waterproofs ponchos, and Hop Sing tells them, “Don’t make mess on the floor and rug!” Ben replies, “My floors, my rug!” Hop Sing: “Fine. You make mess, YOU clean it up!” My brother once called me Hop Sing because I always offered anyone coffee whenever they came over, but that’s all part of Ben’s orders or else, every guest gets coffee without saying. And, I even love the way their==I love their house– is furnished, great easy chairs, great colors, great hearth. But I can’t understand why they didn’t build the place overlooking Lake Tahoe! Oh, I guess it’s been good to sojourn these few miserable days on the Ponderosa in the company of fine strapping men. Joe’s pinto named, “Cochise.” Lee Marvin guesting on an early episode I remember from little called, “The Crucible”, wherein he tortures Adam. And I do remember Adam, after his family finds him half-dead, breaking down and crying in his father’s arms, crying, “Oh, Pa.” Stoic Adam. People who always seemed to do the right thing without being holier than thou or martyrs but because it was part of them to naturally do the right thing. And appearances never mattered.
Well, I don’t know how long this crud will last. Hopefully tonight somewhere in sleep I’ll touch that nerve center of healing energy and get rebooted.
Discovered there was a sequel on Bonanza, or as I called it, Bananas, reruns to the previously posted episode, “Any Friend of Walter’s.” This is called, “Walter and the Outlaws.” See link. It isn’t quite as good as the first, but I still enjoyed it. Both written by Lois Hire, who simply must have actually had a dog, or dogs.
Top o’ the mornin’ to you! I love this day, the O’Rourke blood in me sings out to my fellow Celts, either full blooded or partly, like myself. Sick as a dog this morning, but I won’t complain on such a day. Speaking of dogs, these grand hounds really got into the spirit of the day. Do you know, I love the month of March. Now for hot tea, a Benadryl, and probably la la land? Don’t know. Turner showing lots of Irish movies.
Must ask the question, “Who Is It?”
I receive these “Brain Candy” quiz emails that are a lot of fun. But I was a little chagrined to get this one yesterday because it concerned numbers, IQ, etc. But I decided to accept the challenge. To my intense surprise, I got a perfect score.
I am having flu-like symptoms, aching all over, fever, and stomach crud. At least four people in my office have had it over the last two weeks and I sincerely hope I am not one of them and this is just a 24 hour thing.
I’m thinking of the power of true journalism, i.e., that tells worthwhile stories and how the effect they can have on people. A few months ago I wrote for my former section, Around Louisiana, the story of how a middle school beat out two high school band powerhouses for first place in a battle of the bands competition. One of the mothers whose child is in the band told me the school’s music department was so proud that they framed the story and placed it in the trophy case alongside all the awards they won. I sent an adorable picture of the band posing by a statue of Louis Armstrong in Armstrong Park after they won to be included, but a picture of food was chosen instead for a separate piece in the article. But it’s good to remember something as valuable as that. It would have been nice if the picture had been included, especially since the framed article was put in their trophy case. That made my day.
This morning knowing I was sick, and knowing I really needed to get a project done for my chairman, not that he’s a tyrant, he’s just the opposite, I worked on something from home and sent it to him. Glad I did this, it would have weighed on me all day.
It’s in the 40’s today, so clear and beautiful, just lovely. Have to admit day before yesterday that I truly enjoyed the longer daylight and lovely sunlight of DST. Actually adjusted sleep-wise. So, guess my grumblings over until next year.
Talking about the moon. Friday night, I christened the new blue chair by sipping a glass of wine, and gazing up saw the beautiful round disc of a full moon in the indigo sky. Seemed fitting for the first night of the new blue chair. I think I can now send the old blue chair onto its reward.
Haven’t thought of this song in years but I really loved it very much. Listened to it again, seems like he’s singing it for you.
This could also apply to some men I have known…
I scored six out of seven.