MAYA'S GRANNY
"So, last week I posted a comment on a blog I enjoy a lot (Pureland Mountain) and Tabor asked who I was and why I didn't have a blogsite. I got to thinking about that. Why didn't I?
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I come from a long line of strong women. My tenth great-grandmother was one of the first three arrested for witchcraft in Salem. My great-grandmother refused to promise to obey when she got married in the 1890s. One of my other great-grandmothers was raised by her widowed grandmother and her great-grandmother, who was born when Washington was president and died after the Civil War.I live on the side of a mountain overlooking the Gastineau Channel, can watch bald eagles circling below my window, and sometimes knock on my own front door and yell before I open it from the inside because bears have been known to use my stairs.
I stopped being a hippy before the word was in the common vocabulary and am as opinionated as they come."
Some good reading and interesting perspectives ahead, looks like. Lives on a mountainside, too, does Maya's Granny. (And her granddaughter's name is very like 'Kaya'!)
6 comments:
What a delightful surprise to find on my visit here! I'm all pink with pleasure. A twitter, as it were.
As one mountain resident to another, my pleasure, indeed. I think we'll all be glad Tabor gave you that nudge...
Now you'll swell her head. Careful. (I'm her daughter, and only teasing...)
:)
Thanks for directing us to Maya's Granny's blog. I have added it to my favorites and plan to visit often.
Robert, on a personal note on another subject, I just saw the Japanese prime minister on the news. He is in the US and was touring Elvis Presley's home, Graceland.
"Standing next to President Bush in the garish "jungle room," a Polynesian-inspired sanctuary filled with fake-fur chairs, ceramic monkeys and green shag carpet on the floor and ceiling, Koizumi broke into song. He crooned a few lines from "Love Me Tender" and "Fools Rush In," before slipping on a pair of Elvis Presley's signature sunglasses and attempting a few gyrations. At 64, he couldn't swivel his hips quite like the King in his prime.
Still, he ended with a classic late-Elvis flourish, crouching, waving his arm in a windmill and singing, "Glooory, glooory, haaalleluuujah!"
http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/news/nation/14942473.htm
Robert:
Please encourage Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi to keep his day job.;)
Just got through watching the morning news and with my first sip of coffee I heard PM Koizumi mimic Elvis in song. Very unsettling---now that explains the hair!
Oh another jewel to bookmark!! I have been very busy putting my house back together after the washer hose ruined all my floors...but I'll be back soon!
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