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Holiday Cheer from Aunt Edith

by
Rick Brown

My late Uncle Wes lived with my Aunt Edith for most of his adult life...although I’m sure it seemed like an eternity to him. He worked for the Bethlehem Steel Company in Baltimore for thirty years until he retired. He worked the night shift getting off around 7 a.m. when he would come home for dinner. In the summer when it was warm...and Baltimore can get very, very humid...he would go to a movie matinee in an air conditioned theater and sleep. If you knew my Aunt Edith you would assume what I did...even as a child...and that was that Uncle Wes worked nights and went to matinees to get away from his wife. He never said much. He was a slight, wiry man of few words. And the few words he almost always uttered were, “For Chrissakes Edith! SHUDD UPP!!”

Aunt Edith Photo

The man was almost incidental by nature. One time...after he retired and he and Aunt Edith moved back to the Cleveland area...my brothers and I were helping him put a refrigerator in a backyard shed because there was no room for it in the trailer they were moving into. After much jostling my brothers and I closed the shed door and thought we were finished. From her perch (as supervisor of course) Aunt Edith looked at the three of us with bewilderment and asked, “Where the HELL is Wes?” And after exchanging confused glances we heard muffled sounds coming from behind the fridge in the shed. “MMMPPPHH!!! Hey!! HHMMPPHHFFF!!!” We quickly opened the shed door, moved aside the refrigerator and liberated Uncle Wes. My brothers and I were all embarrassed and each, in turn, apologized profusely for our insensitive behavior. Aunt Edith broke into the humility with a shriek of, “What the HELL were you doing in there?” Which prompted Uncle Wes to ... once again ... chant his mantra. “For Chrissakes Edith!! SHUDD UPP!!” They were quite the loving couple. Their last name was Crabtree. I am not making this up.

Wes soon was diagnosed with lung cancer. Thirty years in the steel mills and 2 packs a day of Chesterfield non-filters caught up with him. The last time I saw him he was lying on the couch in their trailer smoking the aforementioned brand of cigarettes, quite literally coughing his lungs out ... or what was left of them. “I TOLD him to quit those goddamned things years ago. “ Aunt Edith offered for my contemplation. To which Uncle Wes replied sarcastically (yep, you guessed it) “Cough cough ... For Chrissakes HACK! HACK! Edith!!! SHUDD UPPP!!!” These were the final words I heard my uncle ever say and we all joked at the funeral that these very words were more than likely chiseled into his headstone.

A few years after Wes passed, my brother and his new wife were having their very first Christmas and invited everyone over...including Aunt Edith. My parents were there along with my siblings and their families. This included my brother Jim’s 9 year old adopted son Matt. Matt the Brat was what my father called him. I thought this surprisingly subtle for my Dad. If I knew where Matt is today...and thank God I do not ... I would have to guess some one killed him or he’s in jail convicted of several murders. I honestly don’t care so long as he’s nowhere near me. So Matt the Brat is playing with one of the toys some one so graciously gave him and he broke it. This kid could break anything he got his hands on. But in a moment of diplomacy my father (affectionately known as Snook) said, “They don’t make anything any good any more!!” To which...in the spirit of the season Aunt Edith quipped, “You’re right Snook!! Everything IS SHIT!!!” Wel l... happy holidays to you too Aunt Edith. Inside my head I distinctly heard a voice from my past reply, “For Chrissakes Edith!! SHUDD UPPP!”

You know...there are lots of reasons to go through life believing that “everything is shit.” There are days when it certainly seems true to me. I have my days when Sartre’s “Hell is other people” could easily be the thought of the day. But...unlike Aunt Edith...I don’t want to spend a big chunk of my life living alone in a trailer. And when I think of this particular Christmas it strikes me how most of them blur into each other...with the exception of a few. And this is one of them I distinctly remember. As much as family...and sometimes even friends ... can annoy a person ... especially at this time of year ... I have come to realize that even some one like Aunt Edith helped make me who I have become. I mean that in a positive way. Imagine ... Aunt Edith’s negativity was so over the top it MADE me consider the positive. I have no idea how she became so bitter. My father did shortly before he died also. Yet they both, particularly Snook, had a positive influence. They were there. Unlike today when some people are not.

This holiday season...regardless of which one you celebrate...take the time to savor those around you...even if they drive you nuts. They may not...for whatever reason...be there next year. And in some strange way, which will surprise you, their absence will make you miss them. I guarantee it. (a possible exception to this uplifting message might be Matt the Brat) And you might consider that next year YOU might not be here. So I suppose my holiday message may seem bittersweet to most...but that’s how I see it. And if anyone feels the need to take issue with my views then I encourage you to speak up LOUDLY...’cause I’ve got one thing and one thing only to say to you.

FOR CHRISSAKES!!!!

SHUDD UPPP!!!



Welcome to the 6th Extinction

 

Welcome to the 6th Extinction,
No reservation required.
A waiting seat at every table,
No shoes or ties requisite
And tipping is declined.

The thought is overwhelming
If we ever had a clue.
Well we have a clue or two,
Deeply buried in the litter
Of life's routine distractions.

Our gods shall be forgotten
As our history turns to dust,
Like Ozymandias and his legs
Alone and weathered in the sun.
Behold ye mighty,  yet again.
                                   
For all things rise
And all things fall
And the cycle begins anew,
Ceaseless and ever changing,
Oblivious to our will.


Dennis Toth

http://leavesofcrass.blogspot.com/


The Non Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:

Christmas in July … almost!

by
Rick Brown

Date: October 12th. (The year matters not)

Scene: Stage right is a checkout line in Lowes’ … a generic, big box hardware store. A young African American woman is working the register. Towering shelving units are in the background. Stage right is a display of Halloween masks, costumes and decorations. Right next to it is another display of Christmas trees, wreaths, garland, decorations, inflatable Santas, etc. Rick pushes a shopping cart with 2 bags of barbeque charcoal in it up to the waiting cashier.

Cashier (stiffly) – Welcome to Lowes’.

Rick – Hello. I’m glad you guys still had charcoal in stock.

Cashier – We always keep it in stock.

Rick – Good to know.

He glances over to the Halloween/Christmas displays.

Rick – Uh. I understand Halloween is coming soon. But how long have you had the Christmas stuff out?

Cashier – They put it out about 10 days ago.

Rick – Wow. That’s almost like Christmas in July. And I haven’t even looked for Halloween candy or bought a pumpkin.

Cashier (Pointing directly at the Christmas display, her voice dripping with sarcasm) – Yeah … and I ain’t READY to be buyin’ THAT shit

Curtain

Cast:

Rick - his out of season BBQ-ing self.
Cashier – her “ain’t ready to buy THAT shit” self

 






Fall Back

by
aNna rybaT

Blog:
http://www.annarybat.blogspot.com

Snow Rollers
by

Amy McCrory

Blog:
http://amymccrory.wordpress.com/


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Holiday Hoopla

Shadowbox Live
The Worly Building
Brewery District
Columbus, Ohio

by
Rick Brown

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First Christmas

by
Rick Brown


Yvonne and I married young … too young. I was 22, she just 20. But back in 1974 there were few options available. Living together was still a pretty radical notion, not just with family’s perceived immorality, but landlords were not entirely enlightened either. And believe me, there were plenty of times during the wedding planning we at least talked about eloping. I was graduating from college the week before the ceremony, and Yvonne had another year of school. To be honest … we needed the wedding gifts … the loot. Neither of us had household items and we went into the whole thing pretty naively. When we left on our honeymoon we didn’t even have our own apartment in Columbus.
   
Love you know.
    
Fortunately, two epiphanies made me feel better about 6 weeks into our marriage:

  1. I was pretty sure … despite family tensions … I had married the right woman.
  2. I soon realized being married was a LOT better than getting married … empowering really.
        

The only genuine conflict with epiphany #2 was the fact that no one … and I mean NO ONE … was a bigger expert on marriage than 20 year old, single, never been hitched … friends. They were … for the most part … incredibly annoying with their so-called advice and “you can have sex any time you want” comments. But time has a way of leveling the playing field. And by that I mean this.
    
Most of those friends are divorced now … some TWICE!
    
The thought still makes me smile.

Yvonne and I are the oldest of our siblings and obviously the first to marry. There were precedents to set for those younger brothers and sisters that first year of matrimony (what a horrible word). The wedding had been in early June. So, the first really BIG line in the sand was … you guessed it … Christmas.
    
Many, many women believe what I consider a Norman Rockwellian myth. That being … they have babies, their babies have babies, etc. and EVERY holiday … EVERY SINGLE ONE … the entire procreation chain … shows up at Mom’s house on the specific day at the specific time to be determined by said Matriarch. Amish aside, I’m convinced this rarely, if ever, happens anywhere, any time except on the Hallmark Channel. And if it DOES ever happen I’m betting the holiday is a tense one indeed.

We were very poor that first year of marriage. I was driving a bus part time for the Easter Seals School, giving guitar lessons when I could, and delivering pizzas at night. Yvonne also had 2 or 3 part time jobs (including answering the phones at the pizza shop), all the while going through her senior year of college. So at first we considered skipping Christmas altogether. But the only married couple we knew (they were a little older and yes … are now divorced) convinced us to celebrate, get a cheap tree and throw ourselves into it as best we could afford.

It was excellent advice.

Yvonne and I then told our respective families that Christmas Day, Christmas Eve … all the family holidays really … were off limits. We’d be glad to celebrate the weekend before or the weekend after the actual holiday. But we were going to celebrate our first Christmas just the two of us … with our dog Daisy … and the cheapest Christmas tree we could find. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the entire holiday driving around Ohio to accommodate families. And I figured if we didn’t do this from the get go it would just get harder every year.

Of course it proved to be a not too popular decision … and hardly put parents in the “Christmas Spirit”.
    
But you know what? Everybody got over it … or at least kept the complaining at a lower decibel level … after a while.

So we got ourselves a scraggly little tree … one that Daisy… our pooch … tried to lay under every time we were gone … knocking it on its side each time. My mother donated some old decorations for the cause. And on Christmas Eve we exchanged small gifts and reveled in marital bliss. Christmas Day we ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Then we watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” on our small, black and white television … Daisy sleeping soundly under our scraggly tree.

This was our very first Christmas together. And it’s one of the very few I remember vividly … and with a genuine fondness. Another one I recall involves Aunt Edith. But I remember THAT year for other reasons!
    
2013 marks our 40th Christmas. For different reasons, we will again spend it together … just us two … along with our pooch Henri. And both of us have realized that all young couples go through this “staking out your own holiday traditions”. The sooner the better … especially if … unlike us … you have children.

As for my epiphanies of long ago … I still realize being married is a LOT better than getting married.

And on Christmas #40 … I am very, very sure … I married the right woman.


Mountain & The Ladybug

by

Gabriel Guyer

http://www.gabrielguyer.com/gallery/mixed-media/mountain-the-ladybug/

 



Hmmm's

by
Rick Brown

Hmmm # 85
            
Sometimes
the only
sense in this
life
is
nonsense.

 

Hmmm  # 86

If the
job opening
was any
good,
it wouldn’t
be in
the newspaper.

 

Hmmm #87

A delicious
meal is
only as good
as its
smallest
   ingredient.

 

 

 



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