My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Wonderland

Wonderland Lost

Wonderland Regained!!


A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?

Reverend Dodgson

I munch on my Madeleine and converse with Proust as I read.

An image of legions of Princess Dolls flooding the land will sometimes invade my Repose.

Ethereally yours,

Judy (via jeff)

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/04/books/review/Max-t.htm

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mrs. Jones.

You are a very strange person...in a wonderful way.

I doubt most of us ever encounter anyone quite like you!

Cecily Fournier-Chase

Anonymous said...

Judy,

I just heard this Proust is a gay person. Do you really want to be talking to someone like that?

Madeleine? Sounds french? I have a great recipe for biscuits smothered in thickened gravy that would be alot better for you.

I have been worried lately about your relationship with Jesus.

Mildred

Anonymous said...

Judy,

Don't worry about your relationship with Jesus or biscuits in smothered gravy for that matter. Be grateful if you have moved on to other things.

I am 82 and my end is definitely not far away. Amazing how many scales fall from the old eyeballs as the end approaches.

I've been investigating alot lately about what is really true in the world. Church going fellows like me don't make a practice of that generally, trust me. My customary source of information has been Fox News and my congregation.

Well...here's the deal. Much of the great art, literature, science and philosphy we have has come from suspect sources like gays and Jews and athiests. The Founding Fathers of this country made it a point to express their disdain for organized religion and Christianity in particular. Anonymous polls reveal that about 90 plus percent of scientists do not believe; about 70% of doctors.

If you have similar beliefs you are in excellent company.

I am ready for a great cleansing fire to sweep me away and those like me. As far as I can see my existence has been mostly self-serving and set the stage for the very destruction of the Earth itself.

If a Jesus were to re-appear there is nothing in the New Testament to indicate he would have any agenda that would match mine or my churches'. He would look just like Osama bL and have views clearly more socialist than capitalist. I doubt he would look with a love light in his eyes as I shop til I drop.

We'd launch a missle strike on him shouting "USA! USA! USA!" as it sailed triumphantly into the horizon.

I am sad that before I and my kind have our bony grip removed from the levers of power we will probably have created almost incomprehensible destruction.

The gift, as they say, that keeps on giving. The sad irony is that we will not be around to enjoy it.

If there is a Hell or any fairness I know where I will be. I hope you find an escape chute...

Bill

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Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.