50 F (10 C)
~the question is what to do with the new-found knowledge, does it help or hinder~
dievca was rooting around eBay and ran into an 8 Track Tape of The Beatles: Abbey Road.
This threw her into a memory whirl of being younger than 5 years old, driving with her Mother in a Ford Mustang listening to Sesame Street and looking at the other 8 Track Tapes in the car.
There weren’t many in the car, so they are imprinted in dievca’s memory:
dievca immediately wanted to hear an 8 Track Tape play, again.
The songs fading out to the “Cla Chunk” sound from the player as it changes channels before fading back in. The tapes playing in a loop, the randomness of changing channels only to be transported to another song within the album created interesting playback possibilities. Don’t like what song is playing? Hit the channel button, Don’t like that song, hit it again. Musical roulette. Plus, simply put an 8 track cartridge in a player and the music played on a continuous loop for hours to enjoy.
Is there an 8 track tape comeback? Like record albums? Maybe. Music today is disposable, nothing more than a file on your computer or phone that you can’t touch. Words on a screen. 8 track tapes like vinyl records physically exist, hold it, analyze at the album cover. Like dievca did as a kid.
Another reason 8 track tapes might be coming back is the warm analog tape sound. They just sound better than the over-processed digital files of today. And of course, the hunt to discover and find some obscure albums. Take the Doug Kershaw: Spanish Moss album…where would you get that? In the early 1970’s dievca heard it over and over….she now obsesses over the memory.
Maybe dievca could talk Master into buying an “at home” 8 Track Tape Player.
We could buy the 8 Tracks from here:
Wait! They are out of business, so let’s try eBay.
dievca knows that Master liked:
And this might create an opportunity to do a little 1970’s Cosplay:
Just as long as this doesn’t happen!
That would kill the groove~
“You can choose your friends but you sho’ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge ’em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Warning: The activities and responses are taken from a lapsed Catholic’s viewpoint. If you are easily offended by a humorous look at the human response towards death, customs and the Catholic Faith – bypass this post.
Three deaths so far since August, two had funerals which dievca hustled to attend. Both Catholic, one a close Family member, the other the Father of a Friend. One in PA, the other in NY.
A little background history: dievca was raised Catholic. Attended a Catholic Grade School and College. Her Baptism, Communion, Reconciliation, Confirmation, and Marriage all took place in the same Church. she appreciated the 20 minute Mass offered in college at one of the Sports Dorms. she doesn’t really take part in the Faith, anymore. Though Master says her Catholic still shows.
dievca is a bit disillusioned by many organized Religions, especially the orthodox versions – they are not for her. But whatever you want or need, its good for you – just don’t come asking for money.
Two years ago: dievca had lovely Aunt pass away. One of two sisters on her Dad’s side. Her Aunt (the sister) sat next to dievca during the Mass and said, “Doesn’t the navy blue casket look great and the flowers, too?” Okay~ dievca was more distracted by the Priest couldn’t be bothered to show up to give her dying Aunt her Last Rites when requested, he did not remember her Aunt’s name, never bothered to find out about her Aunt in any way — after said Aunt donated $5000 per year to that Church for multiple years and had volunteered in the school’s cafeteria after retiring. dievca’s Aunt had made the greatest of efforts to make it to Mass weekly. People made their quiet way to attend to her Funeral.
Not feeling groovy about that Catholic Church (PA) in particular.
August: dievca’s last Aunt (the sister) passed away.. This Aunt, well, let’s just say she was a challenge. ALWAYS. That said, she was very specific what she wanted for her Funeral. Same church, different funeral home, different cemetery. Mauve Casket, full-out pink Flowers, full choir – she set aside an extra $5k for a second viewing.
This is the Aunt who had sat on the sofa for 30 years, never venturing past a 4 block area. She was the expert on everything because she watched TV and read the newspaper. She never went to Mass, never volunteered, never donated money – so dievca didn’t expect the Church to know of her existence. They didn’t know her and they did ask a guest Priest to say the funeral Mass – he did his best and it was a much better Mass with less material than dievca’s other Aunt’s funeral. Five people attended. Eleanor Rigby kept playing in dievca’s head.
During that trip to PA, dievca made a point to visit, clean up and lay flowers for both sides of the Family gravesites. One of her cousins from her Mother’s side went with her.
Why did dievca clean up the gravesites? Good Question.
Actually, while cleaning – she had a chat with each Family Member.
No….they didn’t answer.
she visited the graves because people pay a lot money for a funeral, burial plot, grave marker to be remembered. dievca felt like she should take a moment on honor their last efforts to be on this Earth.
Please buy a wooden urn for dievca and toss the whole thing, unopened, into Lake Michigan. No blow back of ashes or bone that way.
The latest funeral was for a good friend’s Father. He had passed away after dealing with Alzheimer’s and Cancer. There was a sigh of relief in the Family.
dievca went to support her Friend and her Mother.The Funeral Mass was at the Church where her friend went to Grade School, Communion, Reconciliation, Confirmation. She never married.
This Church was where dievca’s Friend did everything growing up. The NY version of dievca’s Midwest Catholic Church. Very 1960/70’s stain-glass windows and design. Jesus was NOT on a cross – he was done in marble, looking like a Greek sculpture on the wall with a 6 pack stomach, welcoming ALL with open arms.
Irish and Chinese attendees. Interesting mix.
dievca’s friend is of Chinese descent.
dievca loves going to Chinatown with her friend’s 86-year-old Mom.
She runs circles around dievca and her friend.
She wore heels at the funeral!
dievca took care of the Mother’s coat/scarf, toilet run, huge hugs. Her friend is awkward with that stuff, so dievca stepped in. dievca’s Mom was/is high maintenance so it’s a habit and not a problem, plus her friend is generous, she doesn’t mind sharing her Mum. She finds it a relief.
Full Mass. Elderly Priest.
He worked hard to find out about the deceased and the family – unlike the priest who said Mass for dievca’s Aunt.
dievca’s friend was nervous about her Reading, she asked if she bows to the altar or not.
dievca said, “You know, I really don’t think God or your Dad is going to mind what you do, nor your Mother…” Then there was a mix-up with who was reading what…it worked out fine.
An Altar Boy (Chinese) and an Altar Girl (Hispanic), both from the attached Catholic school and were entertaining to watch. The boy kept staring at my friend and her brother when the priest said they went to the Catholic school and that both are in the military.
The girl was yawning during the readings, then she couldn’t find the Eucharistic Bread and Wine – no one had brought the gifts up to the Altar. The Priest had to go looking for it during the Ave Maria (excellent vocalist).
The trappings of the Mass are a show.
The prayers and meditation of people who take comfort is real.
The kids, with their mess-ups, are truth.
After the Mass, dievca got her friend’s Mom to the bathroom, helped with her coat/scarf and then sent-off to the graveside. dievca needed to get back to the City and was finally able to get to the bathroom for herself, desperate from the morning coffee and wearing a full Spanx undergarment.
As she exited the bathroom, the Priest was giving the two Altar Persons “hell” – it made her laugh.
There may be death, but Life goes on.
Drawers, or Pantalettes, are a pant-like garment worn during the 19th century for modesty and warmth. They could be one-piece or two separate garments, one for each leg, attached at the waist with buttons or laces. The crotch was left open for hygiene reasons. They were most often of white linen fabric and could be decorated with tucks, lace, cutwork or broderie anglaise.
The split in the crotch of the drawers is convenient for going to the bathroom when you cannot take the drawers down under the heavy layers of skirt or a hoop. But like wearing Spanx tights or shapers — using the opening….it seems…messy.
Did the split in drawers make the Moulin Rouge shows more risqué than dievca ever knew? That high kick could be unintentionally revealing.
BTW – Spanx makes a modern version of drawers:
And, again, dievca has always wondered how you go to the bathroom without soaking the Spanx. In asking the question, she ran into a solution offered by the DailyMail.
Yes, for those of you who are very precise – there is a second definition of “Drawers” as in the furniture sense, Lingerie Drawers:
A semainier is a chest of drawers, usually tall and thin, intended for storing linen and lingerie. … Originating in 18th-century France, semainier has come to mean any seven-drawer chest these days but the term is sometimes erroneously applied to tall thin lingerie chests with only six drawers.
There is an argument floating in the World about New Yorkers not being nice or kind. It’s not about being either of those two items – it’s about time. You may have heard the phrase “a New York minute” – that infers that one minute or 60 seconds for the World is actually 45 seconds in New York.
dievca is more than happy to stop and give you directions somewhere – but know where you are going and state the destination clearly. If you are going to go through the niceties and say “what a gorgeous day” or “can you suggest?” – dievca is outta there and on to her next gig.
But, if you just want directions – a quick hit. she’s your dievca and she might even walk you to the subway if it is on her way.
This changes when dievca is in the Midwest. she can say, “Hello” and she does. she will listen when you tell her that you were originally from Connecticut and you had a recent hospital stay. she understands that Sears is understaffed and is willing to help you set a new watch with the date/time for a gift while she waits in line. she will carry your stereo box out to the car because your upper body strength is gone and the guys in the back haven’t showed up. The two ladies were grateful and amazed. dievca was amazed, too.
What is the difference?
The experience caused dievca to think about businesses failing. Businesses not being able to get workers. There are jobs out there — people just don’t want them. Who wants to work at Sears? It’s going under. What about serving an older population who doesn’t shop online. Remember when the Bag Boy would help you carry your groceries? Sears didn’t have enough workers to help, so dievca helped. Physical customer service is needed with an older population.
What happens in areas of the country where the older population is dying and the houses, businesses, churches fall empty?
Witness dievca’s photos of a former Catholic Church which has been a brewery in Pennsylvania for 20 years when they consolidated three Churches in a 10 block radius. People donated for those stain glass windows and now they decorate a drinking establishment.
(Note: dievca saw mostly Irish names, so they might not mind…)
Who are the people who take the “undesirable” jobs (Sears, McDonald’s, cleaning pools, cleaning houses, elderly assistants, sanitation, etc.)
Who are the people who will move into poor and empty areas?
Who are the people who come with a dream to make their lives and the lives of their children better?
Hmmm, we went from time, to economic downturn, to social commentary.
And we have run out of time.
It started early,
it crossed continents,
it kept going,
I’m not sure if it ended.
I do know,
that I’m not the only one having a day.
Let’s try this again, folks.
(rotten weather, lost business, immigration issues, knee ligament pulling, raging headache, burning eyes, missed sleep, no Master, lost wallet…and the list goes on)
“and she was famously blunt and outspoken.”
“That’s the downside of trying to sidestep conflict. Smoothing over problems will only make them come back with greater fierceness, until you invariably explode.”
dievca’s the type to rip the band-aid off. Get the pain over with immediately, so it doesn’t linger.
she’s surrounded by people who are amazed at her bluntness and tend to avoid conflict. OK, let’s be honest, most people avoid conflict. Got it.
Look, dievca doesn’t thrive on being blunt, she was just raised in a blunt household and has watched things fester when you don’t face them…it’s not pretty.
she doesn’t want things festering in her Soul.
Address the issue and move on.