Miss Emily has died

by **backhoe** » 08/ 06/ 10 5:07 am

This was a card Emily drew- and the printer mis-spelled. It is the only, yellowed with age, one I have found so far- she had boxes of them, years ago:

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/rollinson/EmsOldBusinessCard.jpg" height="152" width="243">

by **backhoe** » 08/ 06/ 10 2:55 pm

From "misc"

"After spending the morning with my Mother" which dates it spring, 2008--

After spending the morning with my mother (she had a fairly good day today), I returned home, had lunch, read for a bit and decided to take a nice nap. Just as I was dozing off, I heard tires screeching and the loud bang of a collision. I looked out the windows and didn’t see any wrecked vehicles. I went outside and joined my neighbors in looking up and down the streets. Then one neighbor looked at my fence. TaDa, we found the scene of the accident. Questioning more neighbors revealed that a gold Jeep Cherokee, traveling too fast, tried to turn onto the street beside my house, lost control and hit my chain-link fence. The driver then backed up and sped away. While I went inside to get my cell phone and camera, a gold Jeep Cherokee with a lot of front-end damage drove back by our house. A fast thinking neighbor got the tag number (okay, she got it wrong but the policeman can work with what she got.). The policeman who came was very nice and thorough.

The damage- one broken corner post, one broken regular post, 2 panels of fence fabric stretched, and a broken top rail. We have it temporarily secured so Cole can’t get out.

While all this was going on, we also noticed a police car and ambulance in the next block. Turns out that an elderly lady had fallen and couldn’t get up (yes, it really happens). She was okay once the paramedics were able to get to her (all her doors were locked). But wait, there’s more. At the same time, most of the police department was busy trying to talk a jumper off the Lanier Bridge.

Gosh, don’t you just love a quiet Sunday afternoon?

On the bright side, I met neighbors I hadn’t met before. All were concerned about Cole. They all know he likes to sit and sleep in the corner of the yard that the car hit. I assured one and all that he was safe in the house.

From my pictures, an example of the damage-- which cost as much to repair as the whole fence around "the compound" did in 1987:

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/rollinson/100_0166.jpg" height="232" width="313">

by **backhoe** » 08/ 07/ 10 3:19 am

Because this is a chronicle of Miss Emily-- and because, being dead she is beyond harm, and other miseries of this old evil, Broken World ( Yes, our Jewish friends are right, it was broken by Sin, and it needs to be healed. )

...I am going to inject another very personal and private thing I know about her.

This?

http://www.freedominion.com.pa/phpBB2/v ... p?t=133712
"Deception and misinformation used in counseling women against abortion"

Abortion was one of the few "issues" she and I did not quite see eye-to-eye on.

Oh, there were no knock-down, drag-out fights between us-- we both thought abortion was A Really Bad Thing-- but while I wanted to see women use it a lot less- a last resort-- she wanted it available.

Why?

Because years ago, when she had that career with the symphony, she had one of those one-night stands with a fella she met...

And missed her period for a couple of months...

And really couldn't see how she could beat
( Yes, it's a typo, but I decided to leave it, since us Evil Right Wingers are supposed to be Baby-Beating Ogres... )
Err, Bear,
a baby, and keep her job.

And I? Really could see her point.

The Real World is not as cut & dried as some would make it.

Still, on That Other Hand that everyone talks about?

If she had been pregnant ( and it was just one of those little tricks, Mother Nature, the Bitch, plays on women, to see if they are paying attention... ) she would have had the child I could not give her...

Shoes...

Walk a few miles in mine...

Or hers...

Then, feel free to criticize their fit...

by **backhoe** » 08/ 07/ 10 2:56 pm

Next up from "misc?"

My Mom's obituary--

Alice Rollinson Date March 26, 2003 Section(s) Obituary
Alice P. Rollinson, 84, of Brunswick died Sunday at Gracemore Heath and Rehab.
A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday at St. Mark's Episcopal Church with the Rev. Liam Collins officiating.
Memorial contributions may be made to Honey Creek Episcopal Conference Center, 299 Episcopal Conference Center Rd., Waverly, GA 31565.
Surviving is a son, John Thomas Rollinson of Brunswick.
Mrs. Rollinson, a native of Pomeroy, Ohio, had been a resident of Glynn County for 58 years. She was a veteran of the Women's Air Corps serving in World War II. Mrs. Rollinson was a member of Christ Church, Frederica.
Edo Miller and Sons Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.

by **backhoe** » 08/ 08/ 10 3:38 pm

I don't think it will copy here, but the next file?

Appraisal.doc

claims Emily's silver flute is worth 10,800 dollars in 2008.

Guess she wasn't kidding when she told me that- I thought she was.

by **RedDog** » 08/ 08/ 10 3:45 pm

It's amazing the things you come across in life. I adored a girl in school who played the flute when I played pretty serious classical piano, trumpet at school and melophone in a DCI Drumcorp.

I've come to know a woman on my street I've helped with some chain saw yard work and she not only has a grand piano in her house but an honest to God harp. A harp in Red Neck Deer. I know somebody who plays a harp. Go figure.

by **backhoe** » 08/ 08/ 10 4:25 pm

RedDog wrote:It's amazing the things you come across in life. I adored a girl in school who played the flute when I played pretty serious classical piano, trumpet at school and melophone in a DCI Drumcorp.

I've come to know a woman on my street I've helped with some chain saw yard work and she not only has a grand piano in her house but an honest to God harp. A harp in Red Neck Deer. I know somebody who plays a harp. Go figure.

Somewhere in this mega-post is a little blurb about my neighbor Bessie who was a fairly renowned pianist in her day. Never would have known to talk to her.

Emily's recital with Artiss DeVolt ( harpist ) is mentioned, too.

Some folks have amazing talents.

BTW, I did not realize you played...

by **backhoe** » 08/ 09/ 10 3:35 am

I try not to cross-link too much, to avoid cluttering the server of my very indulgent hosts, but this probably belongs here, too.

Mother... daughter... inexorably twined together, in life, in death.

So many stories, that I half-remember... because Miss Emily was "keeper of the keys" to so many of my memories of the last 25 years...

"I just need to ask Emily..."

Yeah... I just need...

The old home place and business are falling to ruin, now- I tried to goad "the kids" into doing more, or helping me more, but they just weren't interested. Or, it hurt too much to go back...

Here's a snippet, from Miss Lucy's life:

http://www.freedominion.com.pa/phpBB2/v ... 66#1520866
I scanned over the book last nite... published in 1948, it seems Miss Lucy did all the line drawings in it.
 

 
Before getting married, she was a draftswoman-- something unusual in that era, since women were "supposed to be" wives or teachers or nurses, and little else.
 

 
She did this to "get out of the house," and out from under her parent's thumb...
 

 
Then she "met" Alfred via correspondence in a German magazine, got married, and there went the drafting career.

 

 
I wonder if I can scan it?
 

 
The dedication:
 

 
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/rollinson/lucybookdedication.jpg">
 

 
One of Miss Lucy's line drawings:
 

 
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/rollinson/lucylinedrawing.jpg">
 

 
So many stories, that will be left untold, now...
 

 
So much History...
 

 
"Gone, forever, to the Sea..."
 

 
Sleep tight, my babies
 
johnny loves you

by **backhoe** » 08/ 10/ 10 3:41 am

Next up from "misc?"

August, 1976-

( Ahem! Rated "A" for Adults! )

August 1976

I have managed to stay a virgin despite the high school pressures and gropings of my high school boyfriend (no, no, I’m a virgin). Now the summer is over and I am loathe to enter college a virginal child. I have chosen a distant friend of my brother. My brother is in and out of Atlanta at the time with college but he’s home now and I will be going to Atlanta for a National Flute Convention. My brother has innocently set me up to stay with this friend because he trusts him. Hehe, my brother doesn’t know my plans… neither does the friend. I arrive in Atlanta and announce my attentions. S, the friend is just planning to entertain a distant friend of a friend on his couch. He promptly burned the spaghetti he was cooking and we did the deed. Talked and went to sleep. I woke up thinking “what have I done? Luckily my brother won’t hear of this” And then there was a knock on the apartment door. S saying, “Jimmy, now’s a bad time.” Jimmy “you got a girl in there? Let me see!” And Jimmy bounded into the bedroom. And saw me and started blubbering, “a rite of passage between my high school best friend (S) and my college roommate (my brother!)- how wonderful!” .

After many years, argh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hh—h-h.<HR>Just a note from Yers Trooly?As I have discussed privately with other members here, Miss Emily, God love her, did have a habit of, shall we say, err, embellishing, or polishing, or... ummm... leaving out, certain parts of stories she told to, uhhh..."Cast things in a better light..."There's a wee bit more to this tale, that Yers Trooly knows, being Da Hub of a Quarter-Century, and hearing a lot more of this tale, and piecing things together to get the whole story.It's not really that important, but let's just say this is the sanitized version of the truth...And it was hearing stories like this, over & over & over again, about other men, that had me always wondering, "what is it about me you don't like?"
Like I tell you- there is a dark side...

by **Edward Kennedy** » 08/ 10/ 10 4:40 am

backhoe wrote:Next up from "misc?"

August, 1976-

( Ahem! Rated "A" for Adults! )

August 1976

I have managed to stay a virgin despite the high school pressures and gropings of my high school boyfriend (no, no, I’m a virgin). Now the summer is over and I am loathe to enter college a virginal child. I have chosen a distant friend of my brother. My brother is in and out of Atlanta at the time with college but he’s home now and I will be going to Atlanta for a National Flute Convention. My brother has innocently set me up to stay with this friend because he trusts him. Hehe, my brother doesn’t know my plans… neither does the friend. I arrive in Atlanta and announce my attentions. S, the friend is just planning to entertain a distant friend of a friend on his couch. He promptly burned the spaghetti he was cooking and we did the deed. Talked and went to sleep. I woke up thinking “what have I done? Luckily my brother won’t hear of this” And then there was a knock on the apartment door. S saying, “Jimmy, now’s a bad time.” Jimmy “you got a girl in there? Let me see!” And Jimmy bounded into the bedroom. And saw me and started blubbering, “a rite of passage between my high school best friend (S) and my college roommate (my brother!)- how wonderful!” .

After many years, argh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hh—h-h.<HR>Just a note from Yers Trooly?As I have discussed privately with other members here, Miss Emily, God love her, did have a habit of, shall we say, err, embellishing, or polishing, or... ummm... leaving out, certain parts of stories she told to, uhhh..."Cast things in a better light..."There's a wee bit more to this tale, that Yers Trooly knows, being Da Hub of a Quarter-Century, and hearing a lot more of this tale, and piecing things together to get the whole story.It's not really that important, but let's just say this is the sanitized version of the truth...And it was hearing stories like this, over & over & over again, about other men, that had me always wondering, "what is it about me you don't like?"
Like I tell you- there is a dark side...

This is an indication of even then, the peer pressure of being sexually active...however, I would take you for a short trip through the vagueries of the female mind.

Scenario one - Jill has a choice of many suitors, being attractive and personable. She narrows it down to just a pair. Phillip is a decent and responsible fellow, acting in a gentlemanly way, and her dates with him have been predictable. He has never imposed himself on her in any way and has always been guarded even at the way he kisses her so as not to suggest this is but the start of something that will lead to a physical encounter in the bedroom.

Darrin has been the opposite, a high school dropout, he has always been preposterously irresponsible, on their first date he groped and acted throughout the movie like a one track minded sex fiend.

At her door after he delivered her home, he forced himself on her, kissing her passionately and making suggestive movements when hugging. She had to fight him off, and run inside for shelter.

In the end, it was easy to choose, she picked Darren.

One can look at the wasted landscape of disenchanted women who regularly make bad decisions and decide to pick dweebs over real men. It happens all the time. Latest example, Helen Guergis.

From where I sat in my teens, I noted that more than a few gilrs preferred to be treated like shite, used and abused, rather than make wise decisions that would have bode well for them in their choice of our gender.

Have a friend who was rejected by the fairer gender because he was not cool. He never married, but in his forties, he found he was pursued by women, all of who had chosen junkers in their earlier years and now were alone.

At one point, I took an extreme dislike towards one of these ditzes and asked him why is it that if he was not good enough for her when they were teens, why is he good enough for her now.

He agreed, and immediately ditched her.

There are more than a few women with a yen for a misery wish, and I have seen good men deserted by women who gravitated towards complete idiots, leaving behind security, and a good future.

I am not saying Emily was a ditz, but there is something weird about women, a branch of their intellect that tends to the irresponsible, the cruel, the illogical and it all focuses on that desire on their part for what I would call the "bad guy" attraction.

I have seen it many times, and even experienced the same in one of my early relationships with a particular gal. Some things are definable, others are not, women are all the same but they are all different.

Do not take things personally. You are not the first and definitely will not be the last to experience the situation I describe. One of my behavioral scientists of the fairer gender who are clients would probably link Emily's behavior relative to the sexual assault incident in her early life.

As I said, do not take it personally. She did, after all, choose you to marry and be with.

by **backhoe** » 08/ 10/ 10 8:13 am

Edward Kennedy wrote:
...As I said, do not take it personally. She did, after all, choose you to marry and be with.

That is probably the bottom line, and something I guess I'll have to content myself with.

It's all on a Dead World, now.

by **backhoe** » 08/ 11/ 10 12:05 pm

I find the strangest things... setting up the lighting upstairs last nite, I looked around her studio, middle room & sewing room for our wedding album.

Didn't find it- strange, she showed it to me not long ago, and I can't locate it downstairs.

But in a cigar box, otherwise filled with old recipes?

This:

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/rollinson/EmHoneyCreek2001.jpg" height="332" width="453">

A scan of a Xerox, it's a poor thing-- but except for her neck ( and the death of her brother's wife ) it was a good time for.

My girl.
The girl that I married...

by **backhoe** » 08/ 11/ 10 6:00 pm

I'll post another of Emily's essays here tomorrow-

Let me take a moment to again thank Mark and Connie, and all the gracious members here for indulging me.

I am deeply grateful, and as long as I can scrimp I'll kick something in to every fundraiser- I truly do believe that if you use a board much, beyond just dropping in to say "hi," you ought to help them keep the lights on.

Both posts have been therapeutic, and funny and sad and maddening and... well, just about any feeling a person can feel.

I really thought outliving one wife was a once in a lifetime ordeal.

Emily & I used to joke how she was safe because I had exceeded my Bag Limit on Wives...

I had The Look of Death
( Seriously, that is what the Southern Gothic Soap Opera that was my first set of inlaws believed. No, I am not joking... )

Miss Emily claimed she had "The Wife Shield" that protected her from it.

Well, it was funny to us, at the time.

Damn it.

I can laugh at it-- like that stupid "good luck angel dog" stuffed animal she had on the clock in her car...

"Wasn't very lucky, now, was it?"

"Well, she wasn't in the car..."

It's a strange new world I find my old evil sef in- thank you for indulging me.

johhny

by **backhoe** » 08/ 12/ 10 11:45 am

Next up from "misc"--

"Backhoe and I are continuing our project of reclaiming our unused upstairs part of our house"

Backhoe and I are continuing our project of reclaiming our unused upstairs part of our house. We have not used the upstairs for years for many reasons like:

Geriatric dogs who couldn’t climb the long stair
Cheaper to heat and cool one floor.
It’s a long climb for us too. Great old 100+ year old house.

Well, in addition to the neglect of the ages, the upstairs also became the place we pitched a bunch of stuff in order to puppy-proof the downstairs. So now add clutter to the neglect- and the fact we don’t seem to have thrown anything out in our married life. What a mess.

If anyone has ever had the common recurring dream of finding a forgotten, dusty, cluttered room in their house and trying to clean it, well, we’re living it in reality.

We have introduced Cole to The Upstairs. His response, “Cool we have a second house.” And he’s has gone back to finding things. His findings fall into three categories for us: 1) oh, I thought I threw that away, 2) oh, I’ve been looking for that. And 3) uh, I don’t think that is ours.

We have made huge progress though. We have made order but not completion in 4 rooms, pretty well cleaned the two full bathrooms, reclaimed the large closet at the top of the stairs, and finished one room completely. One room hasn’t been touched. It was originally my sewing room. I’ve gotten as far as opening the door and thinking. “huh, that’s not so bad.” Of course it’s not, we cleared everything out when we had a roof leak so I was looking at bare floor. Then I opened the closet in there…

…[eerie music] Miss Emily screams and throws closet door shut. Door falls back open because it fell off the track. Miss Emily screams again. Backhoe and Cole come running. “What’s wrong”, asks Backhoe. All I could do was point at the closet and say, “Get Cole out of here. A child shouldn’t see this.” Cole is taken out and I run after, flinging the sewing room shut behind me. Leaning back against the closed door panting, I say, “Not today, maybe not tomorrow. It will be cleaned but. Not. Today. “ ::shudders:: [/eerie music]

<HR>

Let me add my own 2 cents while waiting for the Vet...
( See "Letters" )

Around 1990, the dog-children we started our marriage with-- Shelley and Clancy, got old, and terminal, respectively, so we moved sleeping quarters into the family room downstairs.

About the only times we went back up was to fetch clothes from the big closets up there, or books, or to take baths-- the only bathing facilities are upstairs.

Around 2000, we needed more cash, and sold the two window AC's up there, and since we were almost never there, the newer and safer heaters I had installed there in the Great 1987 rebuild came downstairs, so the second floor became a sort of Ultima Thule, last outpost in the building.

Once we started clearing, we threw out over 20 lawn n' garden sized bags of trash, and gave an equal number of bags full of old clothes to Goodwill.

I even had the bellbottom business suits I got married in the first time.

We had a million books, most of which we decided we'd never read again-- those we would, we kept, and I built new shelving in old closets to hold them.

The "closet" Emily mentioned had been variously-

a hole in space- it was added sometime, atop the porch roof, after the 1920's.

A side entrance to the upstairs.

A bathroom- with some of the pipes remaining.

Last use by the last owners was a closet-- a very strange one with rods & shelves, but no doors. I added folding doors to cover that.

It had books packed 4 and 5 deep per shelf.

We wrecked out the doors and shelves after clearing them, and I installed a new floor, patched, caulked and painted the room, repaired the overhead, and Emily started fixing it as a sewing room.

Then she ran out of time...

by **backhoe** » 08/ 12/ 10 12:10 pm

Addenda to

"Backhoe and I are continuing our project of reclaiming our unused upstairs part of our house"

We rented a dumpster to clear the rest-- like the huge waterbed we had to go to Jacksonville to buy, and which was nearly impossible to drain, dismantle, and get off the second floor. We filled that dumpster with junk. BTW, Emily always accused her Mom of being a Packrat...

A couple of videos of part of that:

http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/ ... chjunk.flv

http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/ ... hclear.flv

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