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Debbie, sardonic princess of cheerfulness
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Jul 15, 2012 05:10PM
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I really liked driving the ones we test drove. My husband complained that the wayback was too small.
I now own my 2nd VW ... a 2000 Cabrio. Have wanted it for ages and it is made of metal so I feel much safer. Some nut talking on their phone hit me once in a Prius. My nice metal car needed the inch patch of red paint wiped off and the Prius looked like a paper wad. This is my first convertible ... road trip coming up!
This wonderful man died at the weekend....my uncle, dad's twin brother. We had only celebrated his 80th birthday 4 days before at a lovely party....he was so well and happy. Just got back from his funeral in Auckland. He is a Goodreads author....might have to update his profile.....
http://www.abi.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/hom...
http://www.abi.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/hom...
Sorry about the loss, Deb, but glad you got to enjoy his company for so very many years AND to celebrate with him only four days beforehand. Also, to have a twin of your dad around must have been nice, too.
Me, I'll be happy if I cross the 80 line and feel I've lived a life worth living. Simple man, simple dreams.
Me, I'll be happy if I cross the 80 line and feel I've lived a life worth living. Simple man, simple dreams.
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23...
He collaborated on the translation of this renaissance anatomical work from the original Latin. It encompasses 7 volumes. His colleague died just before it was completed.
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23...
He collaborated on the translation of this renaissance anatomical work from the original Latin. It encompasses 7 volumes. His colleague died just before it was completed.
So sorry to hear of your loss. You were so fortunate to have him as part of your life for so long. The twin aspect makes it doubly tragic somehow.
Thank you....still finding it difficult to believe. He was so vital, alive and healthy when I saw him last just 10 days ago. The funeral was amazing......he was so highly respected and loved by all who knew him. His wife is struggling, as you can imagine.
The silver lining, I guess, is that he went in a way many of us would choose -- quickly, late in life, and after living well and meaningfully. You watch these people with Alzheimer's and you say, "Please, God, not me. Not that way...."
A celebration of his life is in order. I want to celebrate with you Debbie, starting with stories about him and your dad. Whenever you are ready, I am all ears.
This is what I wrote to read at his funeral.....best I can do for now....try me again in a week or two.
John Carman was an extraordinary man in many ways, but I want to remember the family man – a much-loved uncle and great-uncle.
Fifty four years ago, John’s twin brother Len and his wife Kerry had their first child…. ….me. John’s gift to the new baby was a soft toy, Bambi, carefully and lovingly hand-made from blue felt and sewn together using a variety of surgical stitches. Uncle John was just as careful and loving in his relationships with all of his nephews and nieces, and I am sure we all have fond memories of childhood holidays in Auckland with Uncle John.
My dad Len, John’s twin, died 24 years ago. They were not identical twins, but shared many traits, including musical ability, gentle and loving natures and strong ethical values. When photographed together they frequently appeared to be in synchronicity – a shared line that meant you could almost transpose one over the other. At first, after dad’s early death, this was very hard to countenance, but there soon came to be a great measure of comfort in the similarities. Whenever I looked at or spoke to John, I caught echoes of my father, and my children had some inkling of what the grandfather they could not remember had been like. He was a wonderful role model for the younger generation of Carmans and if we can live our lives with even just a small part of the integrity and humanity he exhibited, we will be doing well.
We were all lucky to have had John in our lives for so long, and this is due in large part to the great love and happiness he found with Mary and her family.
John’s passing has left a void in our hearts that no other can fill. Sleep well Uncle John.
John Carman was an extraordinary man in many ways, but I want to remember the family man – a much-loved uncle and great-uncle.
Fifty four years ago, John’s twin brother Len and his wife Kerry had their first child…. ….me. John’s gift to the new baby was a soft toy, Bambi, carefully and lovingly hand-made from blue felt and sewn together using a variety of surgical stitches. Uncle John was just as careful and loving in his relationships with all of his nephews and nieces, and I am sure we all have fond memories of childhood holidays in Auckland with Uncle John.
My dad Len, John’s twin, died 24 years ago. They were not identical twins, but shared many traits, including musical ability, gentle and loving natures and strong ethical values. When photographed together they frequently appeared to be in synchronicity – a shared line that meant you could almost transpose one over the other. At first, after dad’s early death, this was very hard to countenance, but there soon came to be a great measure of comfort in the similarities. Whenever I looked at or spoke to John, I caught echoes of my father, and my children had some inkling of what the grandfather they could not remember had been like. He was a wonderful role model for the younger generation of Carmans and if we can live our lives with even just a small part of the integrity and humanity he exhibited, we will be doing well.
We were all lucky to have had John in our lives for so long, and this is due in large part to the great love and happiness he found with Mary and her family.
John’s passing has left a void in our hearts that no other can fill. Sleep well Uncle John.
Beautifully spoken, for a man I wish I had known. Thank you for sharing his life with your virtual friends. The world will remember his achievments , his family will remember his love. What better tribute than that.
I wish it had been neautifully spoken, but the truth is that I blubbed my way through most of it.....
This pic was taken a while ago......and the next one was with mum at his 80th on 7th August (4 days before he died)
This pic was taken a while ago......and the next one was with mum at his 80th on 7th August (4 days before he died)
So you blubbed ,I did too at my sister's funeral. What matters is you said it, wrote it, and meant every word. You all look so happy. What was the occasion for the first pic? Your mom looks wonderful. What are the crossed gloves in the background? It looks like a commemorative plaque.
What Carol said. Sometimes blubs are the very soul of a eulogy, the feelings that bring stubborn words to fitful life.
Thanks both of you....I'll remember that about blubs NE....I have a bit of a stiff upper-lip mentality sometimes, and abhor public displays of emotion (in myself - not others!). The bottom photo is at his 80th Carol....4 days before he died. The plaque thingy was just the venue proprietors idea of classy decoration.....it didn't impinge :-)
Sometimes it is hard not to blub and is perfectly appropriate. He looks really well, that must have been a huge shock to all.
She looks great for a young woman of 73. Oh I thought it was an award of your uncle's,you know like Knights of the Garter. It should be. Are you still coming stateside next year?
Hahaha! I hear some pretty off-putting stories about US Customs and the stringent travelling requirements....a lot of Kiwis avoid the States like the plague because of the unpleasant attitudes they meet in airports. My boss was in Seattle and then New Orleans 2 months ago and met one such official (as made her wish she had driven overland instead!).
You don't have to be a Kiwi to get attitude. Come in late at night, hang back until you spot a custom official that is lazy. I have never been overseas, so I don't know the lay of the land. Last year, when I went to Virginia, I informed security of my needles and did he want to see everything , he just waved me through. I must not have looked like their profile subjects. Although my last name is Arabic. Go figure.
The worst Customs officers I ever faced were Soviet ones. Looked at my passport photo at great length, talked gibberish (read: Russian) to each other about it, then laughed heartily before returning the book.
My contribution to Detente, I guess...
My contribution to Detente, I guess...
Newengland wrote: "The worst Customs officers I ever faced were Soviet ones. Looked at my passport photo at great length, talked gibberish (read: Russian) to each other about it, then laughed heartily before returnin..."Jeesh, even in Russia your wit is well known. Or were they laughing at the pic?
I'm a funny-looking lad. People still smile when they see me. (It explains why I hide my face, like the elephant man.)
Newengland wrote: "The worst Customs officers I ever faced were Soviet ones. Looked at my passport photo at great length, talked gibberish (read: Russian) to each other about it, then laughed heartily before returnin..."
The USSR was the only place I've ever been where they searched your luggage when you were leaving the country.
The USSR was the only place I've ever been where they searched your luggage when you were leaving the country.
God help me if I'm a Paul Newman clone now!
Ruth, they thought maybe you'd be stealing a piece of Lenin wax, maybe.
Ruth, they thought maybe you'd be stealing a piece of Lenin wax, maybe.
Still alive....herniated disc almost 4 weeks ago....couldn't sit at computer...spaced out on drugs. Trying to get back to school on Monday so in class now (holidays) trying to work on adaptations that will keep me in front of a class 6 hours a day....clearing a million emails while standing at laptop......thought I had better look in.....dunno when I'll be back. Signing off temporarily.xo
Oh carp! Been there, done that. It's awful. Sending all kinds of electronic comforts. Don't overdo it.
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