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By Susie Duncan Sexton

Christmas arrives but once a year -- and years fly by too swiftly! We are manipulated and subliminally motivated by commercialism, expectations, obligations, traditions, and mounting hysteria—and then after an ulcer-producing build-up, the party’s over and next year zips forth toward a repeat performance.

Senator Al Franken often spoke at collegiate commencements, as an adored SNL comic, and repeatedly advocated that students abandon planning their future paths. “Nothing turns out to be what we expect,” he warned. Fantastic advice!

As I shuffle through past cheery greeting cards -- stuffed all about the house -- perplexed by what to do with mounds of them, I question how sensible that particular super-imposed mania might be considering currently obscene postage rates. Sending and receiving, once dear to my anticipatory heart, qualify as forced habitual correspondence losing its charm somewhere along each snaily-maily route.

Degenerated to ordering token gifts through catalogues, I have also discontinued…wrapping! Although formerly horrified by older folks who seemed addled by cumulative holiday seasons and stumbled into living rooms toting “Hefty” garbage bags brimming with bare-naked items to distribute perfunctorily, I’ve become less judgmental. I relate totally.

Recalling peer pressure to measure up somehow with inventive candies, cookies, casseroles, etc., and how extremely competitive those flurries of mindless domestic efforts became among us homemakers, no amount of praise ever matched the energy exerted. Our family quickly and quietly dines out instead.

Observing some who “ho ho ho” all about while far too many others sadly do without, year after year, places festivities imposed upon humanity within a bleak perspective. Rigorous planning weeks ahead, for only one atmospheric evening merging into that special once-a-year-day of December 25th, sheds its luster as Time marches onward and eventually off the page.

Santa Claus himself helped me to progress toward these admittedly cynical deductions. I recently unearthed a scolding letter our own Kris Kringle wrote urging that we remember how very many other children populated our Earth and whom he must visit and to be grateful for the meager gifts deposited under the tree for me and my sister. He shocked yet enlightened us with his message. It was addressed to both of us during a slump in the economy about which we kids were oblivious. Oranges, candy canes, nuts, berries, colored pencil sets, ball-point pens, and trinkets filled our over-sized, thumb-tacked, crocheted stockings, and we probably each received one stuffed animal apiece as well as a communal board game over which to bicker.

Our cozy home, the four of us being together, and our inclusion of the childless, elderly couple next door during Christmas Eve assured very special childhood memories. One year, our elderly neighbor Mrs. Elliott borrowed my rather worn Toni-Home-Perm doll – designing and creating the loveliest of ball gowns. Toni traveled across the gravel driveway for nearly a week and returned to our candle-lit living room, on December 24th, -- wearing a Victorian hat, silk-lined cape and a tiny acorn pendant on a delicate chain around her porcelain neck. She sat atop our upright piano until the spring, reminding us that Christmases need always not follow a pattern. Surprises can happen. Individuality leaves a meaningful mark.

So between Santa moralistically bashing materialism and the neighbor lady kidnapping my doll, early on I learned to scratch my head when childhood pals discussed mandatory, necessary Lionel Trains, Lincoln Logs, angora sweater sets, Betsy Wetsys, or Chatty Kathys. At our house, we shared the wealth as we drove throughout the snow-covered country-side to deliver adulatory tiny packages to our teachers Miss Friskney and Miss Smalley and later to celebrate Christmas Day at my oldest sister’s farmhouse while bearing gifts for my little nephew and nieces. Seldom were any of those parcels trendy nor on a par with merchandise heavily advertised or dictated by Madison Avenue moguls located in faraway New York City.

Truly, times have changed. Must we all march to the tune of the same little drummer boy and want, need, buy, shop, accumulate debt, attend strings of events, crowd evenings with social gatherings, and answer affirmatively to all those who question if we’re “ready for the big event”? Franken is correct. After all of this obligatory activity, much of which goes awry, we box up the decorations and the artificial pre-decorated tree and proceed to the next commercialized holiday all stressed out, usually neglecting to have counted our normal every day blessings. It’s often a period of “sound and fury signifying nothing” while bringing us not one step closer to empathy for others or to an understanding and tolerance for a variety of belief systems around the globe.

One joyous holiday season, I received three long playing soundtrack albums: “Here’s Love”, a musical version of “Miracle on 34th Street”; “Mr. President” starring the usually non-singing cowboy/gangster Robert Ryan, with its Big Apple premiere attended by John and Jacqueline Kennedy; and “She Loves Me” which was my favorite -- based upon the Jimmy Stewart movie “The Shop Around the Corner” – (and will feature our son Roy playing the lead role of “George” this coming year in Ann Arbor!) Plus, my sister Sarah bought me a three foot tall Jackie Kennedy paper doll from Murphy’s dime store in Ft. Wayne with this note attached, “A big doll for a big girl!” While my classmates dated, played basketball, led cheers, etc., I danced around this house as if I were Cyd Charisse, probably more aptly resembling Sid Caesar (and then scissored out Jackie’s outfits!) To quote song-writer Annie Lennox “…a legend in my living room…”

One to always do my own thing, I figure I’ll take a tip from Al and approach this coming frantic holiday season the way I choose, not plan ahead but simply enjoy each day, starting with a refusal to view Thanksgiving as simply a prelude to Christmas…or Christmas as a burden to be over-scheduled with busy-ness. Perry Como, of course, hosted numerous televised holiday specials in the glorious “living color” era of the 60s and 70s, warbling all of our favorite carols and standards one of which, “Christmas Dream”, also introduced a 1974 film entitled the “Odessa File”.

… Crazy things, said and done,
Every single day but one!
Every night should, I believe,
Be the same as Christmas Eve.
Nights should all be silent.
Days should all slow down.
An end to the hurry, the noise and the worry!
And I hope you believe that too!
It’s Christmas, remember?
Does no one remember?
The whole world needs, a Christmas dream …
(`~ lyrics by Tim Rice & music by Andrew Lloyd Webber)


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received a generated reply from Shelley Reeves and here is my reply...(and are you aware of the Albion Chain o' lakes fatality this past week....a buck defending itself from a gunshot, premature dressing and then stabbing may have gored the "hunter" who is now dead...can be read in HUFFINGTON POST here).

below is my response to Shelley and please reconsider the misguided wisdom of continuing the massacre via the second bout of this horror which does not reflect well upon our state: Please read on for my reply to the generated response from Shelley -- thanks for stopping this if at all possible...now for my reply to the lady:

Not sure if I can reply to this e-mail address, but here goes…three hunters arrested this past week for baiting deer with salt pellets…and another hunter at chain o’ lakes shot a buck and was dressing it and the deer was still alive and fought back and the guy stabbed the deer? And the dying buck retaliated by goring the hunter possibly through the liver…with his "natural weaponry"…became national news.

One armed “hunter” dead…one unarmed animal tortured and now dead. Just now read that these reduction efforts lead to further overpopulation as twins are being born as a natural adjustment to all the killing which when organized into these massive hunts flushes the animals into traffic. Much money to be made on licenses from governmental agencies who provide salaries to lots of employees and weaponry bought at Wal-mart…so over-population is encouraged!!!!!

Birth control is the answer…but not a money-maker for profiteers of slaughter. I do not sanction killing ever. Thanks for replying though. No rationalizations accepted by many many of us now as we evolve. Hunting increases deer populations which is probably the idea…sterilization is the answer…have the DNR research that.

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Published on November 19, 2011 15:30 • 256 views • Tags: animal-rights, culling, deer, governor, hunting, indiana, parks, safety, secrets-of-an-old-typewriter, shelley-reeves, susie-duncan-sexton
ah, so! the absolutely foolish stubborn nature of those who politicize these dangers, which are actually shouting to us every day to please face facts concerning our jeopardized environment, is shameful.

tis either apathy or downright denial...both of which doom us. horrid.

it is obvious to the naked eye of any who revere the animal kingdom...the rest of the duplicity is hidden from view. we are animals...ANIMALS R US!

we are the same...their atrocious treatment, at the hands of those duped into a feeling of superiority, equals depletion and destruction of our natural world.

wretchedness going unnoticed every second.

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Published on November 26, 2011 08:32 • 157 views • Tags: animal-rescue, animal-rights, earth-day, environment, green-initiatives, secrets-of-an-old-typewriter, susie-duncan-sexton
My note to Norman:

"oh, so glad i read this...wondering how in the world i chatted with you
about animals a few minutes ago and employed the word 'surreal' without
having first read this beauty. 'the irrational juxtaposition of images' may
be more rational than we think? but 'irrational' a tad more fun than
'rational' probably...at my most rational those nearby (juxtaposed) have
insisted that i am the opposite. ;D well, damn them! thank whatever gods may
be for the invention of film...and maybe dreams also. hitchcock directs my
dreams so sometimes i fear falling asleep."

Here is the link to his fantastic blog entry/analysis of surrealism...

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Published on November 28, 2011 07:01 • 225 views • Tags: buckleybulletin, dreamscapes, hitchcock, norman-buckley, secrets-of-an-old-typewriter, surrealism, susie-duncan-sexton
I wrote a book loaded with observations and several itemized challenged beliefs which I hold dear despite all odds. The result?

A story of a life, from "once upon a time...to happily ever after"...a few genuine scars earned along the way.

Starring family, classmates, friends, historical figures, rites of passage, heartaches, holiday festivities, animals, politicians, authors, movies, music, teachers, human nature, and the world of celebrities who touched my soul-- no fiction allowed cuz "truth is stranger...!" ;D

Click onto this site to kindle or nook me! And happy holidays! (Did I mention ANIMALS???? =^..^=)

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Headed toward an iPADDED cell --
Carly Simon’s VAIN fresh new HELL!
Intervention’s around the bend.
Let’s admit defeat, friend to friend.
Facing each other in real time,
Oh, abandon the “pantomime”!
Technology’s fun and quicker,
But we’re too drunk on THIS liquor?

All that I ever required of a clunky old manual typewriter and its keyboard? Non-sticking keys, occasional fresh ribbons wound tightly enough yet a tad loosey-goosey, the capability to shift/capitalize and italicize or employ quotation marks to highlight -- as per stage directions -- for perhaps later reading the finished result aloud, ease of indenting, and a smooth carriage return accompanied by a zinging sound effect, etc., etc. and so forth.

No computer geek, communication -- via “floating anxiety” language transformed into permanent print -- satisfies my psyche to the maximum. Computer equals typewriter in my limited world. I ask nothing more.

Wait! Googling’s magic. I concede that miracle of referencing the entire world, and its contents thereof, to be phenomenal. Wiki you! Wiki me! May bulky, dusty, gilded, out-dated encyclopedia volumes, A through Z, rest in peace or live on as collector items.

However, in spite of myself, I currently claim membership in imaginary humanity via Facebook’s Goodreads, Linked-In, Blocked-Out, Up Yours, Back Off, Network Me a Little Higher and More to the Left, Kindle Kuddling, Nook Nonsense, and Discounted or Buy One Get One Free Items No One Needs or Wants, as well as On-Line Obits ‘N Stuff (leave a message for the deceased).

You and I can access cyber-life through stationary, awkward, overly wired-up PCs (old hat by now), cell phones if top o’ the line, iPods, iPads, Blackberries, teensy tiny hand-held devices, or the entire surfaces of coffee-tables.

Probably, soon we only need to flail our hands through the air to conjure up atlases, strings of movies, any magazines still in existence, chess boards, bridge partners -- then simply scooch our motions up, down, right, left, to move onward and upward and into or outta there. Maybe, someday, we’ll wave our arms at our over-priced electric vehicles (Automobiles, the bane of mankind!) which will tool driverlessly all over the roads, then load their trunks with groceries (more swooshing of limbs), OR consume – simply by pointing -- virtual food photographs peering enticingly up as mouth-watering succulent delights hovering upon the kitchen table top. (Super diet plan!)

When a seasoned Linked-In, affectedly professional, Mr. Jolly aloofly demands that I justify my fresh existence on said site, I long to reply to the stuffy part-time comic book illustrator. ”Me? Are you joshing? I am over-qualified and wearing an American flag motif Jantzen bathing suit equipped with a cantilevered brassiere effect, am ‘spike-heel-booted’ up to my outrageously slender knees, and go nowhere without a huge star poised dead-center atop my tiara which itself perches upon a grandly bluish-raven, overly-teased coiffure. Now, sir, do you wish to ‘friend’ me – or not? Together, through teamwork, the two of us might go very far (out!)” An offer no grown man feverishly churning out literary masterpieces, for mass consumption by kids with more money than sense, ought to refuse.

Daily/nightly recommended “reads” crawl and often sprint onto my notifications. However repetitiously and seductively their cover-art advertises “BUY ME…DOWNLOAD NOW”, at my age … nude folks enjoying their water-color status, while wrapped tightly about one another, only inspire giggles or yawns. One exception – “What to Do with a Naked Leprechaun” very nearly earned a PayPal nod from this bookworm. “Deviant Devil! Hades Squad.” and “Knight of Passion” and “Zebra Wore Red Stockings” as well as “Victorian Erotic Romance Trilogy” or “Wicked Missions” may be other titles to consider. Having recently gloried in the publication of my first E-Book, I should investigate adjustment of both my writing style and choices of topics should I ever contribute a second “novel-approach” to this zany, one-note world. Salability at all costs – the bottom line! The VERY bottom.

Carly Simon’s infectious musical composition YOU’RE SO VAIN never fails to transport me into Henry Mancini’s “dreamy Dreamsville “-- her necessary message coordinated with that perkiest of finger-snapping beats. Were I ever fortunate enough to enjoy a steaming, aromatic cup of latte with the composer, relaxing at a Martha’s Vineyard sidewalk bistro, I’d lean pronouncedly forward to examine whether or not “clouds” float within … or maybe instead seriously clot … her java. “Clouds in (her) coffee…clouds in (her) coffee…” Until that day, her mystifying phrase continues to replay between my ears each time I re-visit those totally unrealistic, role-playing cyber-sites-links with a click of my mouse or whenever I devise my own inventive, directive phrase to stimulate my search engine in order to escape this world.

Five syllables now with suggested emphasis on each fourth syllable, almost waltzy-schmaltzy…altogether (Humming’s helpful to the tune of CLOUDS IN MY COFFEE)…”and uh-one and uh-two”! Get ready! Get set! Go!

Head-hunting’s silly! Net-working’s nutty! Hacking’s a booger! Bragging’s so pointless! “Act” like we DO care! Find songs on YouTube! Enter this contest! Send a donation! Praying for you now! No-ti-fi-ca-tions! Pills on our bureaus! Hide from maniacs! Posts in our daydreams! Blogs in our nightmares! Twiddle Blackberry! Obsessed with status(-es)! Wrinkles in his shirts! Forget the laundry! Boycott telephones! Notes on our dashboards! Cupboards seem quite bare! Clean sheets—what are those? Always, we’ll eat out! Aches in our back-sides! Admit addiction! Numbness in both feet! Typos all over! “You’ve reached your limit!” Stalkers on my page! Copy ‘n paste THAT! Buy more equipment! Facebook dominates! Shut off devices! Remember real life? Good-bye to all strife! New day is dawning! Sun’s in its Heaven!

“All’s right with the world!” (from “Pippa Passes” by Robert Browning, 1841)

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(“What important life lesson have you learned from your companion animal(s)?”)

How do fortunate, appreciative Homo sapiens properly capture, in mere words, the loyalty, joie de vivre, serenity and adaptability and acceptance as well as general all-around heaven that “pets” demonstrate and provide?

Aside from daily moment to moment co-bonding in both enjoyment and endurance of the highs and lows of existence, animal children have instructed and informed our family that LIFE, meaningful LIFE, includes others…others who provide endless fun but also sobering lessons.

Presently, as well as intermittently in the past, we extended -- to the best of our capabilities -- healing and assistance to handicapped or suffering dogs and cats—a three-legged, severely crippled stray kitten most recently, three epileptic dogs during these past 40 years, and a blind diabetic Husky whose mothering of our “mixed” menagerie presciently taught us how to (somewhat awkwardly) administer two daily insulin shots to her as she willingly, gratefully cooperated.

Attempting to inhabit this Earth without a respectful acceptance of the benefits from those who arrived before us as our master teachers – of their essential skills of both patience and achievement of glorious one-ness with this world -- strikes those of us, who rapturously observe the animal kingdom, to be unimaginable.

As poet Walt Whitman most aptly, aptly, aptly expressed, “ … animals are so placid and self-contained”, and their universal ability to blend harmoniously and gracefully with the magnificence of nature should be emulated by absolutely each one of us at every turn.

Peaceful co-existence with all forms of life ranks as the zenith of life lessons … for this skill, I thank all of the pets who have owned me and also those many others whom I have merely observed and admired along life’s journey.

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Please share my new E-book this holiday season with those folks who may remember a gentler, happy time when fun and laughter prevailed...if you're young, HISTORY (HERstory) can be a wild and informative trip and if you're a tad nearer my age, memories are meant to be shared and compared and chuckled over!

P.S. The 21st century is also included from one whose eyes have been WIDE open ALL the time : )

Info for the book available by clicking onto this web-site! ♥!

Animals included of course...to the max! =^..^="

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Authors' Open Mic is a series of readings by Open Books authors. In this episode listen to Susie Duncan Sexton read "Marriage of Minds" from her memoir Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl here...

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my modest little book, lamenting the state of the world and extolling my happy childhood which made me the liberal soul i am to this day here in the dull midwest, can be accessed at www.susieduncansexton.com ...only an e-book and floating in the air. my little book is NOT a hit with 20 somethings because i do not discuss harry potter or vampire sex...and people my age do not rely on computers or believe in e-books or give out their charge card numbers. rock and a hard place for sure.

i have loved working for animals...to me, one of the noblest purposes of this world called facebook and life in general. and you humans who strive on their behalf and care have impacted my soul and revitalized my purpose, but my spirited outlook needs a boost because it's in the toilet. more than a little. way too often, animal advocacy is the last concern of folks...i am having difficulty watching that fact of life. i do not feel at all productive...i have faith that i'll figure out how to convince others how sobering this environmental issue is and how necessary to address.

i have experienced this "feeling" before but this time logic is adding its influence. i am baffled by those who do not give one damn...not one. nothing to be done i assume to change this course, but as i wrote, watching "it" is not good for my soul for awhile. too dismaying, too disappointing. what is IS but i gotta learn to accept it...or somehow help to change what appears to be utter apathy...the epidemic proportions of disregard for human as well as animal suffering are sure indicators.

"....those that are so passionate in their spirit and belief that they DO make a difference and help those of us who do have compassion maintain our sanity." yes, what a perfect tribute to the massive amount of great human beings who do care...perfect! ...maybe i'll bounce out of this attitude that about strangled me a few hours ago.

does my heart good that there are angels out there for animals...there is hope for them all with such strong convictions on their behalf! animals are worth as much time and love as we can extend their way.

since alec baldwin is currently my facebook profile pic, i am beginning to feel like coming out of the bathroom to continue to play my word-game on an american airlines flight. this animal stuff is relentless...we can never do enough to turn these atrocities around, to educate those who need to pay attention and help, and to march right into hell to save these fabulous innocents from second by second tragedies which are beyond belief and all comprehension.

i am exhausted from not only a lifetime of caring so intensely...but from nearly 7 years of advocating for animals via computer and getting smacked in my damned face quite a lot. this matters to me more than life itself and i do not accept apathy or snotty scorn happily nor easily.

it does my heart and my mind good to know that there just have to be more human beings who care than those who do not give a fig. i truly love that all of you are urging me to continue playing my "word-game"...me and alec! (who by the way is an animal lover and also the prince charming to kim basinger...she forgot how special that guy is--he saved her from a sad situation when they began dating...he is constantly mis-judged which our country excels at lately...)

postscript...working on development of the magic and inspirational words which might reach other human beings...feel free to add your own philosophy of the value of life over imposed death. enlightenment is long overdue...this collision course we are on with other species and races and religions is frightening for us all. never accept mass murder/ final solutions under any circumstances for any other living souls.

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