Thursday, June 02, 2016

‘IN CRIMSON PAJAMAS’

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LAKE HURON MEETS BOINKER BEACH JUST NORTH OF GRAND BEND ONTARIO

With my new prescribed 'sleep aid' I am waking earlier now & once again enjoying each days quiet pre-dawn hours.  I do not even have to get out of my recliner to open our patio door right beside my chair with a stick.  Once open I so much enjoy listening to the tweeting sounds of nearby birds in our many trees.  Soft low tuned music on the stereo and a little Pheeber Buns asleep on my lap.  Pretty darn nice way to start the day I'd say.

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IF A FELLER GOT UP ENOUGH SPEED HE COULD LAUNCH HIMSELF OFF THE ROAD UP AHEAD AND DROP ABOUT 75 FEET RIGHT INTO LAKE HURON….THIS IS BOINKER BEACH

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LOOKING SOUTH-WEST ALONG LAKE HURON

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OUR DESTINATION THIS MORNING WAS THAT FAR AWAY SHORELINE WHITE BUILDING’S PARKING LOT IN GRAND BEND

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Taking full advantage of our temporary change of routine this week Pheebs & I were again out the door before 7 this time heading south to Grand Bend Ontario to have us a look at something I have seen under construction on one of the live Grand Bend web cams.  

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LAKE HURON WATERS WERE JUST ABOUT AS SMOOTH AS GLASS ALONG GRAND BEND’S PIER THIS MORNING

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THIS SERIES OF PHOTOS REMIND ME OF OTIS READINGS SONG NoteSITTIN ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY Note

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A GREAT BLUE HERON FISHES FOR MINNOWS ALONG THE SHORELINE

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FROM THE PIER LOOKING NORTH ALONG GRAND BEND’S POPULAR WITH THE YOUNG CROWD BEACH

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FISHING BOAT AT AHCHOR NEAR THE HARBOR MOUTH

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And sure enough it is exactly what I thought it was.  Called the ‘Rotary Community Stage’ I’m guessing it’s sponsored by the areas Rotary Club and will be used for music concerts & any other events deemed suitable.  Just yards away from where this stage is being built there once stood a large dance hall which in it’s day featured many Big Band orchestras including Guy Lombardo.  I remember that building & being inside it one time.  Think it burned down back in the early 60’s sometime.  DSC_0014

THE STAGE IS BEING BUILT RIGHT BEHIND THIS SIGN

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AT THE BACK OF THE STAGE LOOKING TOWARDS LAKE HURON TO THE WEST

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FRONT OF THE STAGE WILL BE BETWEEN THOSE TWO PILLARS

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THE STAGE JUST NEEDS IT’S ROOF PUT ON NOW

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THAT LARGE CONDO BUILDING ON THE BEACH IS THE SAME WHITE BUILDING WHICH COULD BE SEEN IN AN EARLIER FAR AWAY PHOTO FROM BOINKER BEACH

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EVEN THE SHADOW COWBOY MANAGED TO SQUEAK HIMSELF INTO THIS PHOTO

Grand Bend has done a marvelous job over the past 5 years or so on the complete restructuring of their well renowned beach & I have memories of there going back into the early 60’s.  Some good:))  Some not so good:((

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GRAND BEND DID ONE MIGHTY FINE JOB OF RE-CONSTRUCTING THEIR BEACH ……UST A FEW YEARS AGO NONE OF WHAT YOU SEE WAS HERE EXCEPT SAND & WATER…..CHECK OUT ALL THE FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND

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THIS IS ONLY PART OF A GREAT PLAY AREA FOR YOUNG CHILDREN

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THIS UNDULATING ROOF LINE FITS NICELY WITH LAKE HURONS WAVES

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MAIN STREET GRAND BEND TO THE LEFT LEADS UP FROM THE BEACH

I try to stay away from using the word perfect but this morning was just about as close to perfect as perfect can get.  Warm but not hot with clear sunny skies & a touch of lite clouds.  With an early June breeze blowing it was one of those special mornings that made me feel good inside.

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Pheebs & I wandered the always scenic country roads back to Bayfield & were home before 9:30.  With everything growing so fast this time of year it was time to catch up on some yard work.  Have to admit our place sure looks nice when the gardens, shrubs & trees all finally fill in.  It’s like living in a jungle and we both like that. 

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SOME FARM MACHINERY ALONG THE WAY

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I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS PIECE OF MACHINER IS

Kelly’s having herself quite a blast over there at her Mom’s place in Spencerport NY;  Below is a couple photos.

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HERE’S KELLY WITH 120 COOKIES THEY MADE WITH HER MOM’S OLD ANTIQUE KITCHENAID MIXER

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AND HERE’S KELLY TODAY WITH HER MOM & 2 SISTERS, BECKY ON THE LEFT & KATHY IN THE CENTER……THEY ARE AT THEIR FAVORITE SPOT, HURD ORCHARDS IN HOLLEY, NY

I'm going to try deleting all the spam in the Shout Box as it comes in but if it continues to get worse which I suspect it will then I will have no choice but to cancel the Shout Box altogether.  Kelly already checked & there is no way of stopping it.  I’ll give it a few more days.  It's so unfortunate there has to be the type of 'money' driven people in the world who will do anything to line their pockets at the expense of common decency, respect, consideration, and the simple well being of their fellow human beings.  These types of people have been with us since the dawn of time and will still be with us to the end of time.

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Tonight in AL’s Scratchings (after Groaner’s Corner) is a poem I wrote in 1969.  It has to do with an old Ogre, a group of Children, a Sand Man, a cast of other characters including the Moon and it takes place in an old bog.  The poem tells a story from beginning to end so you might want to have a look at what Tommy, Rosemary and Meed were actually chosen to lead:))

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OUR SUNBURST LOCUST TREE OUTSIDE THE SUNROOM WINDOW

GROANER’S CORNER:(( “My wife is a Mensa member and a seamstress - she's a clever sew and sew.”

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AL’s Old Scratchings….. ‘In Crimson Pajamas’

In Crimson Pajamas and lily white feet
The children come toddling out into the street
Peaches were plump apples were found
Soon would be time for the mystical sound


Chestnuts were roastin corn was a-poppin
And round the fire watermelons were hoppin
Sitting on a log was Old Daddy Frog
Listening to sounds drifting up from the bog


High overhead in the frosty night air
The old Harvest Moon chuckled with flair
All was ready and bubbling with sound
But alas little Jimmy was nowhere around


The children were worried the animals too
It wasn't something little Jimmy would do
Stars twinkled down on the scene far below
But the rosy red faces were no longer aglow
 

Something was odd and strange in the night
Something was coming that wasn't quite right 
The Pumpkins they froze and stood very still
An eerie sound echoed from the old Grist Mill

 

Fish in the brook huddled in fear.
Little white mice knew trouble was near
Then as if on a signal the fire went out
leaving the children all staring about

 
The old rusty Moon slunk behind a dark cloud
Just as a mist rolled in like a shroud
Fun was over the playing too
As creatures all scampered for places they knew

 
Only the children were left along in the night
Standing in terror, horror and fright
Then soon something appeared out of the fog
walking along slowly up from the bog

 
Covered in water, clay and slime
The children knew that it was the time
Relighting the fire with vigor anew
They gathered together for now they knew


It was the man they saw in their dreams
The man who rode on midnight Moonbeams
The man who dusted their eyes with sand
Moving ever quickly throughout the land


All the children ran down to aid the Old Man
Helping him along and lending a hand
They sat him down near the warm glowing fire
Removing his coat, clay, slime & mire

Finally he spoke in slow broken tones
Telling the children to go back to their homes.
There was nothing could be done to help Jimmy now
It was beyond his powers and he didn't know how.


The evil old Ogre had seized him that day
And carried him off to lands far away
The old Man of the Sand paused and went on
To tell the children how he had gone
Following the Ogre through inky black places
Through jungle swamp and wide open spaces


The children listened and not a word was spoken
Until a twig snapped and the silence was broken
The animals were back having heard it all
And the Moon came out from behind it's shawl


They gathered around and quickly agreed all and one
That before the next night something must be done
They huddled in closer to the kindly old man
and listened with intent to his unravelling plan


First they'd go home and sleep till morn
Then all meet again dressed good and warm
So scampering away they all jumped in bed
Never forgetting what the Sand Man had said


Night ticked by and gave way to the Sun
The children were up for there was work to be done
Tommy Billy Rosemary and Meed
Were the first four children chosen to lead


Off they started for the land of fear
Running along swiftly with the forest Deer
Following the trail through inky black places
through jungle swamp and wide open spaces


Onward they pushed not stopping to rest
Until at last they had reached a crest
The Sand Man stepped up and pointed ahead
To an old hidden cave near a river bed


It was here he thought the Ogre might be
But the children weren't quite as certain as he
So down the bank they went one and all
Each one trying hard not to fall


Approaching the cave they knew at a glance
That Jimmy was there and still had a chance
So squatting down around the mouth of the cave
The children began to sing and to wave.


Many songs poured forth in happiness and cheer
For the children knew the Ogre was near
And there was one thing they knew the Ogre couldn't stand
And that was songs of happiness from the far away land


The Ogre rushed out in a blustering rage
Jumping about fiercely like a Tiger in a cage
Round and round and round he did run
Trying to escape the children's fun


But the children sang louder louder and louder
Until the old Ogre dissolved in powder.
A joyous shout went up all around
For this was the day little Jimmy was found.


And in Crimson Pajamas and lily white feet
The children went toddling back into the street

 

Allan R. Bossence:))

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DRIFTING UP FROM THE BOG

15 comments:

  1. From the title I hoped that Kelly had made you some crimson pajamas. Merikay has made quite a few pajamas for me over the years, and one of my favorites had a lot of red in it. Unfortunately they wore out quite recently and have gone to the rag box, otherwise I would send them to you as I think we're similar in size.

    Is there really a road that says it leads to Boinker Beach, and ends 75 feet above the ocean? I'm sure such a thing would never be allowed in the States ... it would be called an "attractive nuisance" and such signs would be removed. Hope that you and Kelly keep well and happy!

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    1. The quarter mile gravel stretch from highway 21 to the drop off into Lake Huron is actually called Hendrick Road, I've always just heard the spot referred to as Boinker Beach. Further north is another spot called Boiler Beach & so on & so on,

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  2. I still have the original version of that poem that you typed out on the typewriter. ☺️ Thank you for that.

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    1. I hadn't read it for years & years & did do a bit of minor editing before publishing it tonight. I wrote a lot of this stuff round about the time you were born:))

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    2. I know. I kept them all.

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  3. Too bad about those spammers in your shout box. It only takes a single bad seed to spoil a good thing for everyone else.
    As we stated the other day, those poems should have been put into a children's book. Great job Al.
    Be Safe and Enjoy!

    It's about time.

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  4. I too have so many memories of Grand Bend and the changes are amazing, kinda like the old Bend, but can't stop the changes.
    When lake Huron is like that it is amazing.

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  5. Amazing calm water on that Great Lake. Your morning outings sound very nice.

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  6. I can't believe how calm the lake was...beautiful! It sure looked like a perfect day from here:) Great poem, Al!! Thanks for sharing:)

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  7. Surely you know you live in a beautiful area. Great pictures!

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  8. Love today's pics and post. Wonder how many Americans will get the groaner! My parents were English and I heard them use the term "he's a 'fill in the blank' so-and-so" many times. Never heard anyone else say that!

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  9. Great poem! Such a nice area you live in, somewhere different to drive every morning.

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  10. Nice to see the town beach projects. What a great venue for music. Didn't know you were a poet. Very nice.

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  11. Ed Frey at http://www.edwardfrey.com was having the same problem with his shout box but did something to fix it or prevent the spam. You might shoot him an email and see what the solution is.

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