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Friday, February 26, 2010
P.S. MORE SWAMP PICTURES
>> I can't seem to get the pictures where I want them in referance to my typing.
>>>>> Oh well!!
>> I can't seem to get the pictures where I want them in referance to my typing.
>>>>> Oh well!!
>>>>> Oh well!!
>> I can't seem to get the pictures where I want them in referance to my typing.
>>>>> Oh well!!
NOW I'M GOING TO TRY PICTURES
>> Cheryl and I took Mike and Aleena on a swamp tour. Neither of them had ever seen a real swamp. We went to Lake Martin which is between Lafayette and Breaux Bridge. These are the pictures we took on that trip. It was beautiful out there even though the weather was chilly and it was cloudy. Hope you enjoy them.
LET ME KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS
>> I was wondering if I could get this vid to post on my blog. Let me know if ya'll were able to view it and how it appeared. >> Later, LUV-U-A,
>> Peter
>> Peter
Sunday, January 31, 2010
LETTER FROM MY BRO
>> I believe this is the very first corresponance I ever received from anyone. If you notice I received this letter from Larry about 10 days before my 11th birthday.
>> I thought this might give you younger ones another and different look at our families past.
>> Larry was in the Army during the Cubin Crises.
>>Later,
>>> LUV-U-A,
>>>>>Peter
Thursday, January 28, 2010
***WARNING, WARNING, WARNING***
*****WEATHER ADVISORY*****
*****Hurricane Warning*****
>>>>>Be advised! Hurricane WHODAT is making landfall, bringing SHOCKY waves and strong BREES with HARTLEY any chance of survival. Has already blown migrating CARDINALS off course and sunk a VIKING ship!! Hurricane WHODAT is heading for Miami at this time… anyone with Stray horses should be aware, could wipe out an entire herd of COLTS… stay tuned for more forecast updates…..
>>>>> Later,
>>>LUV-U-A,
>>>>> Peter
Saturday, January 9, 2010
FAMILY INFORMATION NEEDED
----- Hi Avraybodie. I again have a special favor to ask all of my wonderful, beautiful, loving, caring, smart sistas of mine. I asked this of some of you before and some of you did respond, however in my infanate wisedom I somehow lost the E-miles ya'll sent me. So I must ask all of you one more time to send me some information so I can start a "Family Tree Book." Here's what I would like :
----- Full Names, Address, E-mail address (if any), Spouses Full Names, Any Wedding Anniversery Dates, Should Also Include all Grandchilden, Their Spouses And their Children, And Date Of Birth Of Everyone. And any other info you can think of that I might be able to use.
----- After I get all this info and organize it I will send everyone a copy.
----- I appreceiate any informaton of all of ya'lls family to help me out with this. Now make sure ya'll don't forgetn anyone. Oh, some one send me Momma and Daddy's info also.
----- Thanks to everyone and I'll talk to all of you later.
----- LUV-U-A,
--- Peter
----- Full Names, Address, E-mail address (if any), Spouses Full Names, Any Wedding Anniversery Dates, Should Also Include all Grandchilden, Their Spouses And their Children, And Date Of Birth Of Everyone. And any other info you can think of that I might be able to use.
----- After I get all this info and organize it I will send everyone a copy.
----- I appreceiate any informaton of all of ya'lls family to help me out with this. Now make sure ya'll don't forgetn anyone. Oh, some one send me Momma and Daddy's info also.
----- Thanks to everyone and I'll talk to all of you later.
----- LUV-U-A,
--- Peter
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I'm Here, I'm Reading and I'm Listening
I’m Here, I’m Reading and I’m Listening
Yes I am also guilty. Guilty of neglecting all of you whom I love very dearly. I would not blame any of you who would drop from being one of my followers. I am here and I should be spending more time in my blog. communicating with all of you as much as possible. I have been spending a lot of time on my computer attempting to do things that I just have to resign to the fact that it’s going to take me a long time to become proficient at to a point that I can send things to you either by blogging or by E- mail. But I will continue to try and learn these things but not spend as much time on them. It’s just going to take me a lot more time.
I am reading all of Lilly’s post that she has spent so much time doing I’m sure. And I am also reading all of ya’lls comments. I just have not been commenting myself. I will try to start doing more again like I was before. So please don’t give up on me yet. And whoever of you who read this please pass on to everyone else to please start going to my blog spot again.
I sure wish I could have been at Momma’s birthday party but couldn’t make it. But Cheryl and I and Emily and Andre’ did have a good time with her at the manor for supper one night. But I really missed not seeing all of you especially so close to the holidays. Which reminds me : Happy Christmas, Merry New Years and a very Good Party Time for Mardi Gras. Can’t wait for Mardi Gras. It’s by far my bestest holiday.
Well that’s about it for now I just wanted to say hi to all and let you all know I will try harder to keep in touch and to also let all of you know I love you all vada, vada much.
Later,
L-U-A,
Peter/DAPOPPA
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I MUST BE GETTING OLD
I Must Be Getting Old
----- I’m sure we older siblings have had some experiences that indicate to us that maybe just maybe we are gettingold a little older. Well, something happened to me the other day that did just that to me and I thought ya’ll may find a little amusing. Although I was alone it embarrassed me never the less. So here we go.
----- The other day I was sitting on my throne dans La Salle de bains, (bathroom). When I completed the business at hand I stood and attempted to pull up my pants. Well the coiled up jeans slipped out of my hands. Huh, go figure. The first thing I thought of was that the material just slipped out of my hands. So I try it again by grasping real tight and pulling up. I couldn’t do it. I could not pull them up. Huh, now what. But I didn’t give up yet. The next idea was that possibly the pants legs slipped into my deck shoes and I was standing on them. Not that farfetched. I kick off my shoes and attempt this difficult task once again. This time I pull so hard I almost fell back onto that throne of mine I mentioned earlier and I know I felt a sharp pain in both my ankles. Still I failed. Now I’m thinking with no shoes on it must be that I’m standing on the pants legs. So, I jerk on the bottom of the legs of my pants to be sure there is no part of those damn jeans under my feet. All clear for another test run. I grasp not only the waist but also the pockets and about another four inches below the pockets and again I pull. No good, I c-a-n-n-o-t get my pants up. Now I worry because I’m thinking get the phone call 911 and have the medics cut the things off me before I lose circulation in my feet or wake up Cheryl for assistance. At the time I couldn’t make up my mine which would be worse. So I decide in my panic state that I should do just a little more investigation before I go to those extremes, right? I found the problem. And I’ll tell you what it was by asking ya’ll a question. Have any of you ever tried to pull up your pants with your damn draws around your ankles.
----- I began laughing hysterically to a point of tears. As I walked out of the bathroom I ran smack into Cheryl who was just waking up from working a 12 hour shift the night before. She looks at me crying from laughter and asks, “What were you doing in there that is so funny.” I could only reply by looking her in the eyes and saying, “Taking a S _ _ T.” She just shook her head, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. That was the only time we ever mentioned the incident.
----- So I guess I have to admit that, “I Must Be GettingOld Older.” I sure hope you are all amused by my simple disaster.
----- Later,
--- L-U-A,
----- Peter/DPOPPA
----- P.S. I didn't have any poor circulation to my feet and no damage to either one of my ankles. Go figure !!!!! Then let me know what it is you figured out !!!!!
----- Later,
----- P.S.S. GEAUX SAINTS
----- I’m sure we older siblings have had some experiences that indicate to us that maybe just maybe we are getting
----- The other day I was sitting on my throne dans La Salle de bains, (bathroom). When I completed the business at hand I stood and attempted to pull up my pants. Well the coiled up jeans slipped out of my hands. Huh, go figure. The first thing I thought of was that the material just slipped out of my hands. So I try it again by grasping real tight and pulling up. I couldn’t do it. I could not pull them up. Huh, now what. But I didn’t give up yet. The next idea was that possibly the pants legs slipped into my deck shoes and I was standing on them. Not that farfetched. I kick off my shoes and attempt this difficult task once again. This time I pull so hard I almost fell back onto that throne of mine I mentioned earlier and I know I felt a sharp pain in both my ankles. Still I failed. Now I’m thinking with no shoes on it must be that I’m standing on the pants legs. So, I jerk on the bottom of the legs of my pants to be sure there is no part of those damn jeans under my feet. All clear for another test run. I grasp not only the waist but also the pockets and about another four inches below the pockets and again I pull. No good, I c-a-n-n-o-t get my pants up. Now I worry because I’m thinking get the phone call 911 and have the medics cut the things off me before I lose circulation in my feet or wake up Cheryl for assistance. At the time I couldn’t make up my mine which would be worse. So I decide in my panic state that I should do just a little more investigation before I go to those extremes, right? I found the problem. And I’ll tell you what it was by asking ya’ll a question. Have any of you ever tried to pull up your pants with your damn draws around your ankles.
----- I began laughing hysterically to a point of tears. As I walked out of the bathroom I ran smack into Cheryl who was just waking up from working a 12 hour shift the night before. She looks at me crying from laughter and asks, “What were you doing in there that is so funny.” I could only reply by looking her in the eyes and saying, “Taking a S _ _ T.” She just shook her head, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. That was the only time we ever mentioned the incident.
----- So I guess I have to admit that, “I Must Be Getting
----- Later,
--- L-U-A,
----- Peter/DPOPPA
----- P.S. I didn't have any poor circulation to my feet and no damage to either one of my ankles. Go figure !!!!! Then let me know what it is you figured out !!!!!
----- Later,
----- P.S.S. GEAUX SAINTS
Friday, November 20, 2009
I’m back and I’m better than before, (I think!!!)
I’m back and I’m better than before, (I think!!!)
----- Allo Avraybodie. Yes I’m back. Thanks for all of ya’lls patients in waiting for me to get straight with my new computer. I’m still working on getting used to it though. I’m using the new Windows 7. I love the program but it is very different then the other windows I have used. There are a lot more features and you can do a lot more different things with this Windows 7. It’s still going to take me quite a while to get it all straight and used to it all. Even the new key board is so sensitive I have to learn how to use my fingers all over because my other one was very old and the keys were not anywhere near as sensitive.
----- We also have our VHS player, video camera, a LP album player and a scanner all connected to the computer. And very shortly will have our TV hooked UP to it also. So this gives us the capability of putting any size home vids we have, any pics and any size music records or cassette recordings we have and download it onto the computer then edit it and make either CD’s and/or DVD’S in any combination. The down fall is that now I have to learn all these different programs and start downloading everything we have onto the computer. So that’s going to leave me with less time to blog or E-mail all of you. But I’m going to try for at least once a week.
----- I have been keeping up with I think almost everything on the computer at work. So I’m using this first blog for everyone to get me up to speed on anything ya’ll think I need to know and on how everyone is doing. How’s Mom’s breathing? How is Simone doing now after her knee surgery? She ready to go to Memphis yet? So come on and let me hear from all of you. Oh yea, also did anyone get Simone to start blogging and E-mailing?
----- Well, that’s about all for now I have to get busy downloading info onto the computer.
--- Later,
----- L-U-A,
------ Peter / DPOPPA
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
SO MANY GOD'S
----- Through out recorded history and time there has always been God’s around. I really enjoy the ancient Greek God’s. They even had battles and wars between themselves. Some of them feared some of the other God’s because of their position within the group. Some of them were hateful, some mean, some loud, jealous, revengeful, rage, regretful, you name it. Any emotion Man is capable of the Greeks had a God for. Some even had children. These God’s are interesting and fun to look into. Each has a history within themselves. However, fun stuff for the God’s sometimes lead to disaster for the people who worshiped them.
----- The American Indians have neat God’s also. They have a God for everything. Sun God, moon God, sky God, earth, rain, water, wind, etc.,etc.,etc. They were kind of like Cajun people. We have a festival to celebrate just about everything from corn to crawfish and anything in between. The Indians have a God for just about everything. Like all God’s their God’s serve some purpose for someone at some time.
----- I sometimes wonder if Man didn’t invent some God’s just to have someone to blame things on. God’s are prayed to for wishful things someone wants to happen. If it happens the God is praised and shown thanks. If it doesn’t happen it was just God’s will. If something bad happens God's can always be blamed for the event.
----- Any way there are “SO MANY GOD’S.” I thought this would be a good place to enter this writing which I wrote, again, many years ago. Hope ya’ll like it.
"SO MANY GOD’S"
My God is not universal,
And I use him not as a crutch.
He lies within me,
And he does as much good as he must.
We do not do what we have heard is right,
And we do not do what we have heard is wrong.
We act, think, protect and defend,
What we feel inside,
Where my God lies.
And I use him not as a crutch.
He lies within me,
And he does as much good as he must.
We do not do what we have heard is right,
And we do not do what we have heard is wrong.
We act, think, protect and defend,
What we feel inside,
Where my God lies.
----- These feelings inside are more then enough to keep me happy, sad, content, wondering and occupied for as much as I wish to be for all eternity.
----- Yes, these feelings bottled up inside me are not only my religion but also my God.
----- If by some miracle I come to learn and understand all which is in me, then and only then will I be able to even attempt to search and seek-out your God.
----- However, until such a time occurs ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
My God is not universal,
And I use him not as a crutch.
He lies within me,
And he does as much good as he must.
--- By,
----- Peter Collins
Friday, October 9, 2009
LES CHERAMIE
LES CHERAMIE
----- Yes, I am the now owner of the two rockers in the picture Lilly blogged. They have been repaired and redone many times but both still are in pretty good shape for their age. I don’t find much comfort as far as sitting in them but I really like them because I just like things that are old and antique. Cheryl loves them very much also. We have them both on our back porch we built together. I think this is a good time to talk about our loving Cheramie Grandparents. Ronnie, you will have to help and back me up on some of this being you have 3 years memory time on me. And my memory is shot; I figure, oh, some where about 10 years less then yours. My memory has gotten so bad I have to look at my driver’s license to check my address to find my way home. (And I quite drinking,,, go figure!!)
----- Grandpa was a soft spoken, kind, gentle, placid, patient, wise man who had an uncanny ability to tune out Grandma’s voice at any given time as he wished for a number of reasons. I love him to death. Although I didn't know it at the time but today I consider him one of my bestest soul mate. He was great with me and to me. He learned me a lot. He would take me to Pardiock, (serious SC, The Camp on the way to Grand Island where we sometimes hung out.) Here he learned me to fish, trap, cast net for shrimp and mullet and how to just get along with nature. Boy, that man could throw a cast net. He could fully open a 16 foot cast net with ease. I caught a lot of fish through out the years with him by my side. We also used to take some of our family summer vacations there. But the special times to me was when he and I or maybe he, Daddy and I would go alone. These were very, very special times for the three of us. I once had a collection of orange, front teeth from Nutria that we had trapped which I used to love to save.
----- Hay, Ronnie, here’s one for your memory speaking of Pardiock. Do you remember the time we were there on vacation or for the week end or something like that and took the camps pirogue out on the little lake, (actually I think it was more of a wide canal rather then a lake) right in front of the camp and began sinking because it was leaking so bad. And I do believe we were warned not to take it and we took it anyway. We were so worried because we knew by now we were going to get caught. So we began bailing the boat and we bailed and bailed and bailed and end up having to “abandon pirogue” anyway and swim to the bank. After reaching dry land we watched as the pirogue sink before we went inside to tell our “survival story.” It was YOUR fault. I didn’t want to take the pirogue you made me. I was the good kid; you were the evil one who talked me into everything. Boy Momma and Daddy were pretty P _ S _ _ D OFF. But again it was Grandpa’s show of patience that saved our A _ _ _ S that day. Grandpa recovered that pirogue, fixed it and continued to use it for as long as I can remember.
----- I remember always wanting to go to “The Hotel” to visit Grandpa. When I would ask Mommy and Daddy both would always tell me “No, I don’t want you going over there bothering your Grandpa.” But I quickly learned if I said I wanted to go see Grandma then that was alright. Duhhhh, what do you think I would ask for then ??? You got it, “Can I go see Grandma ?” They would respond the same every time. Duhhhh, like they didn’t know the difference. I’d go over there for baya catfish fishing learn me lessons. Once a year the Town of Golden Meadow would have a children’s fishing rodeo. Of course, in Golden Meadow, the only fish caught in the baya was catfish. He learned me how to cast, where to cast and how to use “available bait.” “Available Bait” now that is a whole story in itself and we will have to come back to that later.
----- But for now, before I forget, HAAAAY, Ronnie, here is another story for you to try and remember. Daddy used to love to tell this story which I call “The Duck Story.” Daddy used to tell this story, which was half true and half made up funny story, all the time like he enjoyed doing concerning his children. I know he had at least one funny story for each of us. This is one of his funny stories about me. Here we go. -- For one of these rodeos I was fishing next to our neighbor Bobby Chouest. He was getting ready to cast his line out and hollowed “duck.” Instead of ducking down, supposedly according to Daddy’s story, I looked up and said “where.” And Bobby’s hook hit me and embedded itself in my skull. I was taken to Dr. Guavwa, (another serious sc, but ya’ll know who I mean, there was only one Dr. in Golden Meadow at that time and everyone went to him. With the GREAT nurse whom I can’t remember her name for nothing in the world right now. RONNIE, what was her name, I know you know.) had the hook removed and was warned about a possible concussion. (Of course, I didn’t know what that meant back then but it sounded serious and that's what I wanted so everyone would fell sorry for me. And they did.) Bobby had some very heavy lead pieces on the end of his line so he could cast out further, which hit me behind my ear. That caused more damage then the hook. But what I really remember is the attention I was getting from everyone in the neighborhood while I laid on the couch. Everyone come by to see how I was doing and being so concerned and worried about me. (especially Donna) What I really liked was all the attention I was getting, which was LESS attention you were getting from anyone. Naa, Na, Na, Naa, Na.(LOL)
----- Back to “Available bait.” Grandpa learned me how to use bread as bait. He learned me how to take bread and roll it and press and roll it and press it over and over again until it was very hard. Then he learned me how to put it on my hook and roll and press it once more so it wouldn’t come off when it got wet. He would take me to the baya across the street from “The Hotel” on the side of the “Barber Shop." (Which is the barber shop Lilly bloged in that picture of the high water from the hurricane.) This is where we had planned in advance where I would be fishing for the rodeo. We fished there a lot but caught very little. I was so worried about fishing there and not being able to catch anything for the rodeo. But Grandpa reassured me that it would all be alright. I couldn’t understand it at the time.
----- I’m guessing, about a month or so before the rodeo, he would take me every day to the spot we had chosen on the side of the baya where I would be fishing. ( Next to the barber shop.) He had me tie bread on the end of a string (no hook used) and feed the fish. We would use the string so the current or the tide wouldn’t carry the bread away. Duhhhh, what is this called ?? “Baiting” the fish. Come the day of the rodeo, everyone else was using fish pieces, shrimp and other types of expensive baits, what was I, the poor boy who couldn’t afford bait using,?? BREAD.!!! When everyone else was using their expensive bates and casting far out, I was using bread and fishing right next to the bank. All the other kids thought I used bread because Grandpa was poor. And they thought I fished close to the bank because I was too week or didn’t know how to cast out further. Now we all know the real story. I never got a ribbon for the biggest fish but I got quite a few for the most fish caught. The man was a Genius. I will love him always. I can’t wait to run into him after my death along with our other family fisherman like: Daddy, Larry, Joe, Pat, Doc and who ever else are there waiting for all of us.
----- Here’s one for you Mikie. I don’t think you are old enough to remember Pardiock. (again, serious sc) I will refer to as the camp from now own because I can’t spell it. (Is camp spelled right ??? Close at least huh ??) ----- OK, Back to the story Mikie. Although you are too young to remember the camp perhaps you heard stories handed down through your family over the years. Why you ask ?? Because I believe this camp was actually owned by one of the Plaisance families. I think it was either your Grandfather, Great Grandfather or possibly your Great, Great Grandfather who owned this camp who would have been about the same age as Grandpa. Grandpa was the care taker of the camp. He would also take people out fishing and hunting on request for your Grandfather which I believe was for business purposes. To guide, cook, etc, for their guest. Know what I mean ?? Remember this is how and what I remember about it but I was pretty young myself back then. Yes, Mikie, I was young once, a long time ago maybe, but once. In the end I believe the camp was destroyed by a hurricane. Don’t know which one but it was one of the earlier ones I’m almost sure. However, before the hurricane got it there was a problem of some kind between Grandpa and the owner and none of us including Grandpa ever went back to that camp again. I’m not sure what the problem was but I think there was an argument of some kind, possibly about the sale of the property and camp to someone else. Perhaps to the tune of Grandpa felt he should have been given the chance to purchase it first because he took care of it for so many years and it was not offered to him at all. I’m not really sure about all this. It just sounds familiar. But it’s possible I dreamt the whole thing. Not that it matters anymore or never even did perhaps. Ask around your family and see what you come up with. Ronnie, maybe you can shed some light on this one also. The rest of you are way too young, Larry is no longer with us and Simone refuses to participate with our blogging it seems like. So it’s up to you OLDER SISTA, to help keep me straight on such matters. Let me know what you come up with Mikie.
----- NOW, Grandma, that was a different story. From what I remember anyway. She also was kind and gentle in her own way. But she definitely was not soft spoken, placid OR patient, if you know what I mean !! However she was very loving and caring, with me anyway, most of the time, OK Ronnie, some of the time, OK, OK, Ronnie, now and then ALRIGHT ???? Poor Grandpa. She was always riding him for one thing or another. Remember what I said earlier about his uncanny ability to tune out her voice ?? Nowwww, we know why. (LOL) Any time I think of her I can’t help think about how much she used to fuss. Grandpa no longer argued with her. It did no good. He would turn away from her, say what he had to say so she could here him and go about his business. Which is what he was going to do before the argument anyway so why bother. But she was like that with just about everyone. She was something for sure. But I loved her no matter what.
----- You know what I remember most about our relationship which I now think was kind of strange but true ?? Well, this requires another story. I didn’t think it was a big deal back then. Maybe because I was young and thought that this is the way it is or should be,,, BUT, here we go. Grandma spoke no English. I mean none. Ohhh, maybe a word here or there but her English as for as I’m concerned was zilch. And I spoke no French what-so-ever. And when I say none, I mean none, not a word. Yet we always understood each other when we spoke. Even when there was no one around to hear us or to interpret for us. Grandma would speak French and I would speak English. And not just one or two word phrases but actually whole total conversations. And very seldom had a misunderstanding. No big deal to me back then but today I find it truly amazing. I can’t do this with other people. Not in this time zone anyway. I can still hear my name being called very distinctly by three distinctly sounding voices by three different people in my childhood. I can’t tell who was the loudest of the three but I can still hear the urgency and shrill in all three of their voices. One, of course, was Momma, another was Jeanette and the third was Grandma. Some times when I knew Grandma wanted me to do something that I didn’t really want to do I would go to the back yard, jump her fence and cross the empty field so I could get home quickly. I would be back in our front yard and I could still hear her screaming my name like she thought I was still there. Mommy would ask me why Grandma was calling me and I would respond by saying, “ I don’t know Mom, I told her I was leaving and coming home. She’s old she probably forgot I left.” (Oh God, forgive me for that there, I really didn’t mean to do those type of things. It’s my sister that makes me do those kind of things, God. Yes, God the one named Veronica. Yes that’s the one.)
----- I wrote a song called “La Pestoch a Tont Na Na.” (sc it means “The Peanut of Aunt Na Na.”) Can’t explain the song right now. I’ll just say this. I know there already exist a French song by this name but the words are different in my song. I’m not trying to copy. Anyway the important thing is that in front of the song is a story about how me and Grandma used to talk to each other. I’ll have to pass that by ya’ll one of these days. But the story and the song is a post that needs to be blogged by itself. Maybe some other time.
----- Well, these are just a couple of stories about Grandma and Grandpa Cheramie that came to mind when I saw the pictures Lilly posted on her blog. Hope ya’ll enjoyed them.
----- Yes, I am the now owner of the two rockers in the picture Lilly blogged. They have been repaired and redone many times but both still are in pretty good shape for their age. I don’t find much comfort as far as sitting in them but I really like them because I just like things that are old and antique. Cheryl loves them very much also. We have them both on our back porch we built together. I think this is a good time to talk about our loving Cheramie Grandparents. Ronnie, you will have to help and back me up on some of this being you have 3 years memory time on me. And my memory is shot; I figure, oh, some where about 10 years less then yours. My memory has gotten so bad I have to look at my driver’s license to check my address to find my way home. (And I quite drinking,,, go figure!!)
----- Grandpa was a soft spoken, kind, gentle, placid, patient, wise man who had an uncanny ability to tune out Grandma’s voice at any given time as he wished for a number of reasons. I love him to death. Although I didn't know it at the time but today I consider him one of my bestest soul mate. He was great with me and to me. He learned me a lot. He would take me to Pardiock, (serious SC, The Camp on the way to Grand Island where we sometimes hung out.) Here he learned me to fish, trap, cast net for shrimp and mullet and how to just get along with nature. Boy, that man could throw a cast net. He could fully open a 16 foot cast net with ease. I caught a lot of fish through out the years with him by my side. We also used to take some of our family summer vacations there. But the special times to me was when he and I or maybe he, Daddy and I would go alone. These were very, very special times for the three of us. I once had a collection of orange, front teeth from Nutria that we had trapped which I used to love to save.
----- Hay, Ronnie, here’s one for your memory speaking of Pardiock. Do you remember the time we were there on vacation or for the week end or something like that and took the camps pirogue out on the little lake, (actually I think it was more of a wide canal rather then a lake) right in front of the camp and began sinking because it was leaking so bad. And I do believe we were warned not to take it and we took it anyway. We were so worried because we knew by now we were going to get caught. So we began bailing the boat and we bailed and bailed and bailed and end up having to “abandon pirogue” anyway and swim to the bank. After reaching dry land we watched as the pirogue sink before we went inside to tell our “survival story.” It was YOUR fault. I didn’t want to take the pirogue you made me. I was the good kid; you were the evil one who talked me into everything. Boy Momma and Daddy were pretty P _ S _ _ D OFF. But again it was Grandpa’s show of patience that saved our A _ _ _ S that day. Grandpa recovered that pirogue, fixed it and continued to use it for as long as I can remember.
----- I remember always wanting to go to “The Hotel” to visit Grandpa. When I would ask Mommy and Daddy both would always tell me “No, I don’t want you going over there bothering your Grandpa.” But I quickly learned if I said I wanted to go see Grandma then that was alright. Duhhhh, what do you think I would ask for then ??? You got it, “Can I go see Grandma ?” They would respond the same every time. Duhhhh, like they didn’t know the difference. I’d go over there for baya catfish fishing learn me lessons. Once a year the Town of Golden Meadow would have a children’s fishing rodeo. Of course, in Golden Meadow, the only fish caught in the baya was catfish. He learned me how to cast, where to cast and how to use “available bait.” “Available Bait” now that is a whole story in itself and we will have to come back to that later.
----- But for now, before I forget, HAAAAY, Ronnie, here is another story for you to try and remember. Daddy used to love to tell this story which I call “The Duck Story.” Daddy used to tell this story, which was half true and half made up funny story, all the time like he enjoyed doing concerning his children. I know he had at least one funny story for each of us. This is one of his funny stories about me. Here we go. -- For one of these rodeos I was fishing next to our neighbor Bobby Chouest. He was getting ready to cast his line out and hollowed “duck.” Instead of ducking down, supposedly according to Daddy’s story, I looked up and said “where.” And Bobby’s hook hit me and embedded itself in my skull. I was taken to Dr. Guavwa, (another serious sc, but ya’ll know who I mean, there was only one Dr. in Golden Meadow at that time and everyone went to him. With the GREAT nurse whom I can’t remember her name for nothing in the world right now. RONNIE, what was her name, I know you know.) had the hook removed and was warned about a possible concussion. (Of course, I didn’t know what that meant back then but it sounded serious and that's what I wanted so everyone would fell sorry for me. And they did.) Bobby had some very heavy lead pieces on the end of his line so he could cast out further, which hit me behind my ear. That caused more damage then the hook. But what I really remember is the attention I was getting from everyone in the neighborhood while I laid on the couch. Everyone come by to see how I was doing and being so concerned and worried about me. (especially Donna) What I really liked was all the attention I was getting, which was LESS attention you were getting from anyone. Naa, Na, Na, Naa, Na.(LOL)
----- Back to “Available bait.” Grandpa learned me how to use bread as bait. He learned me how to take bread and roll it and press and roll it and press it over and over again until it was very hard. Then he learned me how to put it on my hook and roll and press it once more so it wouldn’t come off when it got wet. He would take me to the baya across the street from “The Hotel” on the side of the “Barber Shop." (Which is the barber shop Lilly bloged in that picture of the high water from the hurricane.) This is where we had planned in advance where I would be fishing for the rodeo. We fished there a lot but caught very little. I was so worried about fishing there and not being able to catch anything for the rodeo. But Grandpa reassured me that it would all be alright. I couldn’t understand it at the time.
----- I’m guessing, about a month or so before the rodeo, he would take me every day to the spot we had chosen on the side of the baya where I would be fishing. ( Next to the barber shop.) He had me tie bread on the end of a string (no hook used) and feed the fish. We would use the string so the current or the tide wouldn’t carry the bread away. Duhhhh, what is this called ?? “Baiting” the fish. Come the day of the rodeo, everyone else was using fish pieces, shrimp and other types of expensive baits, what was I, the poor boy who couldn’t afford bait using,?? BREAD.!!! When everyone else was using their expensive bates and casting far out, I was using bread and fishing right next to the bank. All the other kids thought I used bread because Grandpa was poor. And they thought I fished close to the bank because I was too week or didn’t know how to cast out further. Now we all know the real story. I never got a ribbon for the biggest fish but I got quite a few for the most fish caught. The man was a Genius. I will love him always. I can’t wait to run into him after my death along with our other family fisherman like: Daddy, Larry, Joe, Pat, Doc and who ever else are there waiting for all of us.
----- Here’s one for you Mikie. I don’t think you are old enough to remember Pardiock. (again, serious sc) I will refer to as the camp from now own because I can’t spell it. (Is camp spelled right ??? Close at least huh ??) ----- OK, Back to the story Mikie. Although you are too young to remember the camp perhaps you heard stories handed down through your family over the years. Why you ask ?? Because I believe this camp was actually owned by one of the Plaisance families. I think it was either your Grandfather, Great Grandfather or possibly your Great, Great Grandfather who owned this camp who would have been about the same age as Grandpa. Grandpa was the care taker of the camp. He would also take people out fishing and hunting on request for your Grandfather which I believe was for business purposes. To guide, cook, etc, for their guest. Know what I mean ?? Remember this is how and what I remember about it but I was pretty young myself back then. Yes, Mikie, I was young once, a long time ago maybe, but once. In the end I believe the camp was destroyed by a hurricane. Don’t know which one but it was one of the earlier ones I’m almost sure. However, before the hurricane got it there was a problem of some kind between Grandpa and the owner and none of us including Grandpa ever went back to that camp again. I’m not sure what the problem was but I think there was an argument of some kind, possibly about the sale of the property and camp to someone else. Perhaps to the tune of Grandpa felt he should have been given the chance to purchase it first because he took care of it for so many years and it was not offered to him at all. I’m not really sure about all this. It just sounds familiar. But it’s possible I dreamt the whole thing. Not that it matters anymore or never even did perhaps. Ask around your family and see what you come up with. Ronnie, maybe you can shed some light on this one also. The rest of you are way too young, Larry is no longer with us and Simone refuses to participate with our blogging it seems like. So it’s up to you OLDER SISTA, to help keep me straight on such matters. Let me know what you come up with Mikie.
----- NOW, Grandma, that was a different story. From what I remember anyway. She also was kind and gentle in her own way. But she definitely was not soft spoken, placid OR patient, if you know what I mean !! However she was very loving and caring, with me anyway, most of the time, OK Ronnie, some of the time, OK, OK, Ronnie, now and then ALRIGHT ???? Poor Grandpa. She was always riding him for one thing or another. Remember what I said earlier about his uncanny ability to tune out her voice ?? Nowwww, we know why. (LOL) Any time I think of her I can’t help think about how much she used to fuss. Grandpa no longer argued with her. It did no good. He would turn away from her, say what he had to say so she could here him and go about his business. Which is what he was going to do before the argument anyway so why bother. But she was like that with just about everyone. She was something for sure. But I loved her no matter what.
----- You know what I remember most about our relationship which I now think was kind of strange but true ?? Well, this requires another story. I didn’t think it was a big deal back then. Maybe because I was young and thought that this is the way it is or should be,,, BUT, here we go. Grandma spoke no English. I mean none. Ohhh, maybe a word here or there but her English as for as I’m concerned was zilch. And I spoke no French what-so-ever. And when I say none, I mean none, not a word. Yet we always understood each other when we spoke. Even when there was no one around to hear us or to interpret for us. Grandma would speak French and I would speak English. And not just one or two word phrases but actually whole total conversations. And very seldom had a misunderstanding. No big deal to me back then but today I find it truly amazing. I can’t do this with other people. Not in this time zone anyway. I can still hear my name being called very distinctly by three distinctly sounding voices by three different people in my childhood. I can’t tell who was the loudest of the three but I can still hear the urgency and shrill in all three of their voices. One, of course, was Momma, another was Jeanette and the third was Grandma. Some times when I knew Grandma wanted me to do something that I didn’t really want to do I would go to the back yard, jump her fence and cross the empty field so I could get home quickly. I would be back in our front yard and I could still hear her screaming my name like she thought I was still there. Mommy would ask me why Grandma was calling me and I would respond by saying, “ I don’t know Mom, I told her I was leaving and coming home. She’s old she probably forgot I left.” (Oh God, forgive me for that there, I really didn’t mean to do those type of things. It’s my sister that makes me do those kind of things, God. Yes, God the one named Veronica. Yes that’s the one.)
----- I wrote a song called “La Pestoch a Tont Na Na.” (sc it means “The Peanut of Aunt Na Na.”) Can’t explain the song right now. I’ll just say this. I know there already exist a French song by this name but the words are different in my song. I’m not trying to copy. Anyway the important thing is that in front of the song is a story about how me and Grandma used to talk to each other. I’ll have to pass that by ya’ll one of these days. But the story and the song is a post that needs to be blogged by itself. Maybe some other time.
----- Well, these are just a couple of stories about Grandma and Grandpa Cheramie that came to mind when I saw the pictures Lilly posted on her blog. Hope ya’ll enjoyed them.
-- L-U-A,
--- Later,
----- Peter
--- Later,
----- Peter
Monday, October 5, 2009
IN GOD WE TRUST
All my life,
I searched the rainbow,
And beyond,
For the shepherd,
And his sheep.
I have found,
That humans,
Are as vulnerable,
As the sheep.
And the sheep,
As weak as,
You and me.
This is why,
The shepherd,
Closes his eyes,
But never sleeps.
And the flock,
With their heads,
Lowered into the grass,
Are so grateful,
They follow him,
From field to field.
Or each other,
Over the cliff,
If that’s the way,
The shepherd guides,
Them from the fields,
To the rainbows,
And beyond.
---By,
----- Peter Collins
I searched the rainbow,
And beyond,
For the shepherd,
And his sheep.
I have found,
That humans,
Are as vulnerable,
As the sheep.
And the sheep,
As weak as,
You and me.
This is why,
The shepherd,
Closes his eyes,
But never sleeps.
And the flock,
With their heads,
Lowered into the grass,
Are so grateful,
They follow him,
From field to field.
Or each other,
Over the cliff,
If that’s the way,
The shepherd guides,
Them from the fields,
To the rainbows,
And beyond.
---By,
----- Peter Collins
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
HUNTED BY DEATH
Life’s Uncertainties
----- For years Death hunted me. Made me seek shelter where I wished not to be. Made me look at things I wished not to see. Forced me to listen to cries I wished not to hear. And it remained that way year after year.
----- I no longer fear Death. That is no more then life itself. Of course, life itself can be quite fearful. At times Death can seem like the only way out. But this idea to some is fruitless thinking. For it has been told that there is life, even after Death.
----- However, life is so uncertain and Death so definite. For certain everyone and everything will, without a doubt, one day die. In fact, one may as well say “Death is the only certainty there is to life.”
----- I’m no longer hunted by Death. I don’t allow it. I no longer seek shelter in his shadows. Now I look only at things I wish to see and for the truth. And I hear only what I allow to enter into my ears. Things have changed throughout the years.
----- So fear not the cloak and sickle for I am certain he is coming. It is a waste of time to fear such certainties. The question is not if Death is coming. The only question is when and how we are going to die, not if we are.
----- I’m no longer haunted by nor do I fear Death. And I never will again, not even for just one year
----- For years Death hunted me. Made me seek shelter where I wished not to be. Made me look at things I wished not to see. Forced me to listen to cries I wished not to hear. And it remained that way year after year.
----- I no longer fear Death. That is no more then life itself. Of course, life itself can be quite fearful. At times Death can seem like the only way out. But this idea to some is fruitless thinking. For it has been told that there is life, even after Death.
----- However, life is so uncertain and Death so definite. For certain everyone and everything will, without a doubt, one day die. In fact, one may as well say “Death is the only certainty there is to life.”
----- I’m no longer hunted by Death. I don’t allow it. I no longer seek shelter in his shadows. Now I look only at things I wish to see and for the truth. And I hear only what I allow to enter into my ears. Things have changed throughout the years.
----- So fear not the cloak and sickle for I am certain he is coming. It is a waste of time to fear such certainties. The question is not if Death is coming. The only question is when and how we are going to die, not if we are.
----- I’m no longer haunted by nor do I fear Death. And I never will again, not even for just one year
----- By,
- Peter Collins
- Peter Collins
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I GAZE INTO THEIR EYES
----- The only way to view one's soul is through their eyes. To see what type of heart they possess is to view their soul.It's not as easily accomplished as it sounds. For one thing the person doing the gazing must be aware of this. Many times I have known two people to gaze into each others eyes and saw nothing. Why ?? Because they did not know what they were looking for nor what the possibilities were of what they could find. The person being gazed upon must also be aware of this and allow it to happen or have no knowledge of it and the gazer can sneak in without them knowing about what is going on. It is easier for the gazer to sneak in and here is why. Even if the person whom you wish to gaze gives you permission verbally and consciously does not necessarily assure you a free pass to the inside. And here's why. The heart and soul sometimes denies the brain for their own protection and will block any such entry. These are the reasons why I say that to gaze into one's eyes and view their heart and soul is not as easily accomplished as it sounds.
I GAZE INTO THEIR EYES
----- From the time they were born, even at birth, I gazed into my daughter’s eyes and I could see, “my little girls” inside. I knew things would change as time went on but I always wondered what I would see as I gazed into their eyes. I always wished as I gazed I would see “my little girls” by my side, at least in their beautiful eyes.
----- As time went on, so did they change. From crying to crawling and calling out my name. Then from crawling to walking came a big change and I wondered if they were to be. But I gazed into their eyes and still, “my little girls” inside, I did see.
----- Then there was upper grade school, high school, band and other activities you see. Like dating and prom that I knew would come indeed. And still I could gaze into their eyes and see “my little girls” inside, I could see.
----- From childhood to adolescence and beyond I did not like, for surely I would loose them to some other light. As young adults they did meet another whom they did seek. Then came marriage and they did leave but I did tell them that they would always be, “my little girls” that I would always need. And at those precious moments, even through happy tears, I gazed into their eyes and “my little girls” inside, I did see.
----- But now I can’t help but wonder what life will bring. As adults I know they will change even more. Will they remain the same ?? How can they with life as it is and what they must go through to live as we did. Just getting older and facing the challenges of life will be hard and a great fight. When worst comes to worst there is always one thing that I hope will remain the same. And I can’t help wonder if it will be. Will there be a time when I gaze into their eyes and no longer see “my little girls” inside.
----- I know there is a God in Heaven and Angels up above so they will always be loved. But will my wish always be granted ?? I wish through good times and bad that always and when ever I could gaze into their eyes that I would see “my little girls” inside, looking back at me.
------ Dedicated to My Girls,
---------- By Peter Collins / Poppa
----- From the time they were born, even at birth, I gazed into my daughter’s eyes and I could see, “my little girls” inside. I knew things would change as time went on but I always wondered what I would see as I gazed into their eyes. I always wished as I gazed I would see “my little girls” by my side, at least in their beautiful eyes.
----- As time went on, so did they change. From crying to crawling and calling out my name. Then from crawling to walking came a big change and I wondered if they were to be. But I gazed into their eyes and still, “my little girls” inside, I did see.
----- Then there was upper grade school, high school, band and other activities you see. Like dating and prom that I knew would come indeed. And still I could gaze into their eyes and see “my little girls” inside, I could see.
----- From childhood to adolescence and beyond I did not like, for surely I would loose them to some other light. As young adults they did meet another whom they did seek. Then came marriage and they did leave but I did tell them that they would always be, “my little girls” that I would always need. And at those precious moments, even through happy tears, I gazed into their eyes and “my little girls” inside, I did see.
----- But now I can’t help but wonder what life will bring. As adults I know they will change even more. Will they remain the same ?? How can they with life as it is and what they must go through to live as we did. Just getting older and facing the challenges of life will be hard and a great fight. When worst comes to worst there is always one thing that I hope will remain the same. And I can’t help wonder if it will be. Will there be a time when I gaze into their eyes and no longer see “my little girls” inside.
----- I know there is a God in Heaven and Angels up above so they will always be loved. But will my wish always be granted ?? I wish through good times and bad that always and when ever I could gaze into their eyes that I would see “my little girls” inside, looking back at me.
------ Dedicated to My Girls,
---------- By Peter Collins / Poppa
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
LARRY'S BIRTHDAY MEMORIAL
THE TRIP
----- It’s early Sunday morning August 30th 2009. Cheryl and I have boarded our Subaru Forester and are heading for Spring Texas. Irene is having a memorial mass to celebrate Larry’s birthday. Spring is just North of Houston. I hate, I mean absolutely HATE to go to Houston so I’m going to try to avoid going through the city. How you ask ?? I’m going to take hwy. 105 from Beaumont to Conroe. (I have not used this hwy. in years.) Then travel south from Conroe to Spring. Then use the directions I got from Goggle Maps and the address Thaisy E-mailed me to attempt to find the Church. We were supposed to meet everyone at 12:30 p.m. for a 1:00 p.m. mass. We got lost 3 times. We always get lost 3 times. I mean, like, this is a family tradition. Any time we go anywhere we get lost 3 times. We finally made it to the right street and are now looking for the address of the church. We are checking the address on the buildings on the right hand side because we figured the address is even numbered on this side. We went up and down the street 3 times. Yes, I said 3. I told you family tradition. I finally pull up into any church parking lot knowing that this is not the correct church. I attempt to call Thaisy and I’m told phone is not in service by some uncaring voice which is only a recording, of course. So I attempt to call Yuri. Ahhh, he answers only to tell me that he is following Thaisy and don’t know where the church is and that I should call Thaisy. Did that already Yuri. He says “I’ll call Thaisy and have her call you right back.” While waiting for Thaisy’s phone call I look at the church mail box and see the address which is one number off the address we are looking for. Guess what ?? Yep, we are right across the street from the church we are looking for. We just never looked on that side of the street. Thaisy calls, we explain what the deal is and she tells us she will be there in 4 minutes. They have GPS in Ray’s truck. How nice.
THE ARRIVIAL
----- About 4-5 minutes after Cheryl and I have crossed the street in drives Thaisy, Kass and Ray in Ray’s truck. Right behind them is Yuri and his girl friend whom we met for the first time. We all say our hellos and get our kissed hugs and chit chat a minute. I felt all the hugs were really nice and heart felt. You know what I mean ?? Really good, sincere hugs, like, everyone really meant them. It was a really special hello… Then we all go inside the church and there to greet us at the door was Irene. I believed she got teary eyed when she saw us. I don’t believe she expected to see Cheryl and myself there. More hellos and hugs all around. We also met several people who were good friends with Larry and Irene and they all told me to make sure I said hello to Mom. Mom visited Larry and Irene and met all these people and they all wanted to tell her hi. So make sure one of you tells her, OK ??
THE CHURCH
----- Saint James the Apostle Catholic Church was beautiful. I wish I could give ya’ll a detailed description but it would take me another 3 or 4 pages to do so. But I will tell you this, there was, like, an indention in the wall behind the alter where there was Jesus on the cross. It was no little hole it was very large. I estimate the cross to be about 20-25 feet tall. Forward from that on each side was a very large flat screen T.V. where they would flash up the words to the songs the choir was singing. Very nice to sing along. Except the mass was all in Spanish so the songs and the words on the screen of course were Spanish, which was about useless to us but nice never the less.
THE MASS
----- The mass was a full mass with singing and the whole thing. This was the church and the mass Larry enjoyed the best. The entire mass was done in Spanish, which was very nice. It kind of reminded me of the French masses “down the baya” except in Spanish. Larry and Irene would rotate between this mass and the English version every other week. The music was real nice and I suspected that’s only one reason Larry enjoyed coming to this mass. There were 3 Spanish Guitar players and 7 singers doing the different vocals. Some times I felt like I was at a Fiesta and wanted to dance. The music reminded me of Mexico when Larry and Loupe would take me partying. But I didn’t dance with Cheryl being with me and all. (LOL) Although I didn’t understand the words the mass was the same and you could tell what was going on. It was a really beautiful mass. We enjoyed it. Irene kept apologizing for the mass being in Spanish and I had to keep reinforcing her how much we enjoyed it and was glad she invited us.
THE CELEBRATION
----- To celebrate Irene brought everyone to Larry’s favorite Mexican restaurant which was owned by Irene’s son. We met the son who was a very nice man and greeted us with great respect. We were served our drinks of choice and water. Then came bowls of different dips with chips. The chips were very, very light. You could almost see through them. I know I tried. I first tried the red dip which was kind of hot as most Mexican salsa dips are. Next I tried the green dip which I thought would be guacamole type of dip. NOOOOT. It was so hot I started choking on it. I mean HOOOOT. I started using the red dip to try and cool my mouth off. It was so hot I became dumbfounded and didn’t think about drinking the cool drinks in front of me. Cheryl had to remind me. So if ya’ll should go out to eat with Irene, her family and / or her friends,,,, DON’T EAT NOTHING GREEN. (LOL,LOL) After the choking event came the main meal which was done in buffet style. There was refried beans, Mexican rice, both flour and corn tortillas, both chicken and beef grilled with onions and other veggies in there. The chicken and beef were in different trays not mixed together. All was very good. It matched any of the Mexican restaurants we ever ate at before. All was good, the atmosphere, the food and the company.
THE GOOD BUY
----- Now it was time for everyone to leave and there were more kisses and hugs all round. (Even Ray is getting used to me hugging him,,, but no kisses Ray,OK. Ha, Ha.) Of course the good-buy hugs and kisses are not quite as nice because everyone is going their separate ways instead of saying hello. But still nice. Irene thanked me over and over again for coming. She was touched by us all. We all made promises to get together again and more often. Thaisy, Kass, Ray and Yuri are thinking of coming down some time for Mardi Gras. They always wanted to do Mardi Gras but never got the chance. Maybe next one. I hope so.
THE RETURN TRIP
----- Coming back home was a nice ride for Cheryl and I. We had enjoyed our day and all the company. And if any of you ever need to get any where north of Houston I do recommend you take hwy. 105 from Beaumont to Conroe then get on North I-45. There are a few small towns you go through where the speed limit slows down and a few traffic lights but it sure beats going through Houston
----- It’s early Sunday morning August 30th 2009. Cheryl and I have boarded our Subaru Forester and are heading for Spring Texas. Irene is having a memorial mass to celebrate Larry’s birthday. Spring is just North of Houston. I hate, I mean absolutely HATE to go to Houston so I’m going to try to avoid going through the city. How you ask ?? I’m going to take hwy. 105 from Beaumont to Conroe. (I have not used this hwy. in years.) Then travel south from Conroe to Spring. Then use the directions I got from Goggle Maps and the address Thaisy E-mailed me to attempt to find the Church. We were supposed to meet everyone at 12:30 p.m. for a 1:00 p.m. mass. We got lost 3 times. We always get lost 3 times. I mean, like, this is a family tradition. Any time we go anywhere we get lost 3 times. We finally made it to the right street and are now looking for the address of the church. We are checking the address on the buildings on the right hand side because we figured the address is even numbered on this side. We went up and down the street 3 times. Yes, I said 3. I told you family tradition. I finally pull up into any church parking lot knowing that this is not the correct church. I attempt to call Thaisy and I’m told phone is not in service by some uncaring voice which is only a recording, of course. So I attempt to call Yuri. Ahhh, he answers only to tell me that he is following Thaisy and don’t know where the church is and that I should call Thaisy. Did that already Yuri. He says “I’ll call Thaisy and have her call you right back.” While waiting for Thaisy’s phone call I look at the church mail box and see the address which is one number off the address we are looking for. Guess what ?? Yep, we are right across the street from the church we are looking for. We just never looked on that side of the street. Thaisy calls, we explain what the deal is and she tells us she will be there in 4 minutes. They have GPS in Ray’s truck. How nice.
THE ARRIVIAL
----- About 4-5 minutes after Cheryl and I have crossed the street in drives Thaisy, Kass and Ray in Ray’s truck. Right behind them is Yuri and his girl friend whom we met for the first time. We all say our hellos and get our kissed hugs and chit chat a minute. I felt all the hugs were really nice and heart felt. You know what I mean ?? Really good, sincere hugs, like, everyone really meant them. It was a really special hello… Then we all go inside the church and there to greet us at the door was Irene. I believed she got teary eyed when she saw us. I don’t believe she expected to see Cheryl and myself there. More hellos and hugs all around. We also met several people who were good friends with Larry and Irene and they all told me to make sure I said hello to Mom. Mom visited Larry and Irene and met all these people and they all wanted to tell her hi. So make sure one of you tells her, OK ??
THE CHURCH
----- Saint James the Apostle Catholic Church was beautiful. I wish I could give ya’ll a detailed description but it would take me another 3 or 4 pages to do so. But I will tell you this, there was, like, an indention in the wall behind the alter where there was Jesus on the cross. It was no little hole it was very large. I estimate the cross to be about 20-25 feet tall. Forward from that on each side was a very large flat screen T.V. where they would flash up the words to the songs the choir was singing. Very nice to sing along. Except the mass was all in Spanish so the songs and the words on the screen of course were Spanish, which was about useless to us but nice never the less.
THE MASS
----- The mass was a full mass with singing and the whole thing. This was the church and the mass Larry enjoyed the best. The entire mass was done in Spanish, which was very nice. It kind of reminded me of the French masses “down the baya” except in Spanish. Larry and Irene would rotate between this mass and the English version every other week. The music was real nice and I suspected that’s only one reason Larry enjoyed coming to this mass. There were 3 Spanish Guitar players and 7 singers doing the different vocals. Some times I felt like I was at a Fiesta and wanted to dance. The music reminded me of Mexico when Larry and Loupe would take me partying. But I didn’t dance with Cheryl being with me and all. (LOL) Although I didn’t understand the words the mass was the same and you could tell what was going on. It was a really beautiful mass. We enjoyed it. Irene kept apologizing for the mass being in Spanish and I had to keep reinforcing her how much we enjoyed it and was glad she invited us.
THE CELEBRATION
----- To celebrate Irene brought everyone to Larry’s favorite Mexican restaurant which was owned by Irene’s son. We met the son who was a very nice man and greeted us with great respect. We were served our drinks of choice and water. Then came bowls of different dips with chips. The chips were very, very light. You could almost see through them. I know I tried. I first tried the red dip which was kind of hot as most Mexican salsa dips are. Next I tried the green dip which I thought would be guacamole type of dip. NOOOOT. It was so hot I started choking on it. I mean HOOOOT. I started using the red dip to try and cool my mouth off. It was so hot I became dumbfounded and didn’t think about drinking the cool drinks in front of me. Cheryl had to remind me. So if ya’ll should go out to eat with Irene, her family and / or her friends,,,, DON’T EAT NOTHING GREEN. (LOL,LOL) After the choking event came the main meal which was done in buffet style. There was refried beans, Mexican rice, both flour and corn tortillas, both chicken and beef grilled with onions and other veggies in there. The chicken and beef were in different trays not mixed together. All was very good. It matched any of the Mexican restaurants we ever ate at before. All was good, the atmosphere, the food and the company.
THE GOOD BUY
----- Now it was time for everyone to leave and there were more kisses and hugs all round. (Even Ray is getting used to me hugging him,,, but no kisses Ray,OK. Ha, Ha.) Of course the good-buy hugs and kisses are not quite as nice because everyone is going their separate ways instead of saying hello. But still nice. Irene thanked me over and over again for coming. She was touched by us all. We all made promises to get together again and more often. Thaisy, Kass, Ray and Yuri are thinking of coming down some time for Mardi Gras. They always wanted to do Mardi Gras but never got the chance. Maybe next one. I hope so.
THE RETURN TRIP
----- Coming back home was a nice ride for Cheryl and I. We had enjoyed our day and all the company. And if any of you ever need to get any where north of Houston I do recommend you take hwy. 105 from Beaumont to Conroe then get on North I-45. There are a few small towns you go through where the speed limit slows down and a few traffic lights but it sure beats going through Houston
----- L-U-A,
-------- Peter
-------- Peter
Friday, August 14, 2009
THE MORNING WAS BEAUTIFUL
----- This is the first piece I ever wrote except for things I had to write in school and such. I wrote it sometime between 1972 and 1975 when I was working on a push boat on the Mississippi River building and breaking down barge tows going to and from the North. This is also when and where I met my good friend from Californa, Jim Barry. I recently found it a few weeks ago. It really was only notes I wrote to myself which I was going to redo and improve. But I decided to write it in it's original form. I changed very little in it. So here goes nothing.
The Morning Was Beautiful
----- The morning was beautiful the day she left. But it was cold and cloudy the first night I spent without her. During the light hours of the day there were friends to occupy the thoughts of my mind. However, along with the darkness of night came this lonely, empty feeling inside.
----- As I lay here, arms and feelings unused, “Where was the turning point, why should we have to choose,” I think out loud. How could the laws of nature allow such a natural relationship to fade??? Ah, an obstacle!!! Is it possible, could Nature have overlooked??? No… But maybe, just maybe, I wonder??? I wonder if there’s a chance, a rare possibility to have a relationship, or feelings for someone that would be so natural,,, Naaa. Perhaps though, just perhaps. So natural that it wouldn’t be normal??? Normal, what’s normal??? Normal is,,, man I got to be going crazy!!!
----- Should my chain of thought wonder why and what or rather what and why? What did I do wrong??? why did she leave??? I should ask HER, YES, I should. I should question HER about these doubts I have imprinted on my brain. Maybe I’ve been drinking too much to think clearly. But the things she said, no,,, not the things she said,,, more then the way she expressed what she said.
----- Oh Lord the silence. The silence is,,, is deafening. It is actually deafening. I catch myself thinking out loud, “There’s nothing left, it’s all gone, all over with.” I know we had a lot of bad times but for God’s sake, the few good times we shared were by far more superior and dominating then all the bad times and agony in the world. I should have said something. I should have asked,,, HELL, I should have begged her to stay.
----- I have to stop all this. I have to stop thinking. Close my eyes. What use is it to close eyes when the mind is still open? She used to take these to help her sleep. Oh well, what’s good enough for her is good enough for me. I guess two ought to be sufficient with all the beer I’ve been drinking.
----- BEG I said. I can’t believe it. Why SHOULD I? Why should I lower myself to a degree of a peasant, kneeling before his queen??? No, stop. This is all wrong. I’m in the wrong frame of mind. I shouldn’t blame her for MY blindness, for My faults. After all she was only being honest. I should thank her. Ha, ironic, how could I possibly thank her,,, I love her too much. Well, no good giving up, I’ll again find a reason to believe.
----- Is it, no it couldn’t be. My mind must be playing tricks on me. Yes! That must be it.
----- So very deep in me, so badly I want her to be near me, to hold me. To whisper the words she knows so well to make me feel alive again.
----- I could have sworn I heard a knock, the knock, her knock. No, it couldn’t be, my mind MUST be playing tricks on me. OH, but that’s it! That’s the answer! I knew I would again find a reason to believe. Her knock, I’ll believe in her knock. Believe her knock WILL come and she WILL return to me. Her willpower, her spirit, her, her,,, her determination not to rejoin was very strong indeed. No,,, she’ll never change her mind.
----- I thought two would be sufficient to help me rest and to ease my pain. But it’s been hours sense I swallowed the last two, not to mention the hours of time which have past between them and the first two. And still, sleep refuses to rescue me from this endless arguing. With myself no less.
----- I think about the times we shared her and I. It appears to be a long time gone. Well I know it’s GONE for sure. But has it really been that long. During the light hours of the day there were friends to occupy the thoughts of my mind. Yes, occupied my thoughts so completely my memory cannot recall when I last had her with me, held her or called her mine. However, I do remember one thing in particular.----- The morning was beautiful the day she left.
----- Again the knock. The knock sounds so real. It must be her coming home. I couldn’t have possibly imagined the same identical sound, couldn’t possibly have mistaken the so familiar knock on the door. Da Javu, that’s it, an illusion, I’m actually imagining her knock like I have so many times before. Her knock WILL come and she WILL return to me. Believe it, I must. I simply must have a reason to believe. But, no, impossible, wrong again. She’ll NEVER change her mind.
----- Last two. Might as well indulge. If this doesn’t do the trick I’ll just put the idea out of my mind and wait to calliopes from complete exhaustion and frustration. Frustration ??? Where did that come from ??? One thing is certain, if I don’t go insane first, I surely will again find a reason to believe. Man! I just GOT to be going crazy.
----- I could never imagine, not even in my innermost thoughts, not even now, how a person could possibly fall so deeply in love that they would allow their emotions to over rule their reasoning. Would deny their brain the right to have power and control over their heart. I’ve heard and I’ve been told by many a wise men that love is the root of all evil. But how could one of man’s strongest, most treasured, most desired and most sought after emotion have any connection with evil? No, I refuse to accept it. I believe that a man must love in order to be loved and in return he must be loved in order to give love. Perhaps it’s the absence of love which is the root of all evil.
----- Absence of love is my present condition. So where is this so called evil??? Is it within me??? Where is this mysterious dark cloud??? Should I run and hide in the shadows??? What would I hide from??? Hide from this lonely, empty feeling inside me??? Is this the evil that comes with the absence or love??? How could one escape such a penetrating force??? If this is to last, it’s the worst evil which could be bestowed upon me. To live the rest of my life without ever loving or being loved again.
----- This time I’m positive. It’s not my imagination. It’s her for sure, I know it. All my doubts are gone, she has come home. It IS her knock. Not even with all her will and determination was she able to stay completely clear.
----- The question now is WHY has she returned??? Has she come for my benefit or has she come for her own satisfaction in order to witness the damage she has caused by departing??? Is it possible that this was all just a test??? She had no right to treat me like some type of toy to be experimented with before being handed over to a child at Christmas time.
----- ENOUGH of all this endless arguing and questioning. Why should I continue any longer when all the answers are as close to me as the door way???
YES ENOUGH. The time as arrived. I must let her in. She’s come home. This is the only real important matter for the time being. I love her and I must be held by her, must have her near me and must heart her whisper in my ear the words she knows so well to make me feel alive again.
----- Strange!!! For the first time sense our relationship began that I have finally admitted my true feelings toward her. At least to myself. Never to her. I do without a doubt love her. If I could have just told her all these feelings I have for her. But I didn’t. I must let her in and let her know what’s on my mind.
----- Why can I not move??? Why can I not budge to let in my true love??? She’s been knocking for such a long period of time. It was not my imagination but her all along. Her knock is getting louder, more tense. So why can I not move towards that door, to clearer skis. The realization is too unreal to except. Forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused you I didn’t mean to do this. I didn't deliberately plan this out come.
No words whispered now could make me feel alive again. I’m beyond words, however my wisdom is greater then it ever was or ever will be. Please forgive me.
----- The morning was beautiful the day he left.
Dedicated To The Experienced
By Peter Collins
----- The morning was beautiful the day she left. But it was cold and cloudy the first night I spent without her. During the light hours of the day there were friends to occupy the thoughts of my mind. However, along with the darkness of night came this lonely, empty feeling inside.
----- As I lay here, arms and feelings unused, “Where was the turning point, why should we have to choose,” I think out loud. How could the laws of nature allow such a natural relationship to fade??? Ah, an obstacle!!! Is it possible, could Nature have overlooked??? No… But maybe, just maybe, I wonder??? I wonder if there’s a chance, a rare possibility to have a relationship, or feelings for someone that would be so natural,,, Naaa. Perhaps though, just perhaps. So natural that it wouldn’t be normal??? Normal, what’s normal??? Normal is,,, man I got to be going crazy!!!
----- Should my chain of thought wonder why and what or rather what and why? What did I do wrong??? why did she leave??? I should ask HER, YES, I should. I should question HER about these doubts I have imprinted on my brain. Maybe I’ve been drinking too much to think clearly. But the things she said, no,,, not the things she said,,, more then the way she expressed what she said.
----- Oh Lord the silence. The silence is,,, is deafening. It is actually deafening. I catch myself thinking out loud, “There’s nothing left, it’s all gone, all over with.” I know we had a lot of bad times but for God’s sake, the few good times we shared were by far more superior and dominating then all the bad times and agony in the world. I should have said something. I should have asked,,, HELL, I should have begged her to stay.
----- I have to stop all this. I have to stop thinking. Close my eyes. What use is it to close eyes when the mind is still open? She used to take these to help her sleep. Oh well, what’s good enough for her is good enough for me. I guess two ought to be sufficient with all the beer I’ve been drinking.
----- BEG I said. I can’t believe it. Why SHOULD I? Why should I lower myself to a degree of a peasant, kneeling before his queen??? No, stop. This is all wrong. I’m in the wrong frame of mind. I shouldn’t blame her for MY blindness, for My faults. After all she was only being honest. I should thank her. Ha, ironic, how could I possibly thank her,,, I love her too much. Well, no good giving up, I’ll again find a reason to believe.
----- Is it, no it couldn’t be. My mind must be playing tricks on me. Yes! That must be it.
----- So very deep in me, so badly I want her to be near me, to hold me. To whisper the words she knows so well to make me feel alive again.
----- I could have sworn I heard a knock, the knock, her knock. No, it couldn’t be, my mind MUST be playing tricks on me. OH, but that’s it! That’s the answer! I knew I would again find a reason to believe. Her knock, I’ll believe in her knock. Believe her knock WILL come and she WILL return to me. Her willpower, her spirit, her, her,,, her determination not to rejoin was very strong indeed. No,,, she’ll never change her mind.
----- I thought two would be sufficient to help me rest and to ease my pain. But it’s been hours sense I swallowed the last two, not to mention the hours of time which have past between them and the first two. And still, sleep refuses to rescue me from this endless arguing. With myself no less.
----- I think about the times we shared her and I. It appears to be a long time gone. Well I know it’s GONE for sure. But has it really been that long. During the light hours of the day there were friends to occupy the thoughts of my mind. Yes, occupied my thoughts so completely my memory cannot recall when I last had her with me, held her or called her mine. However, I do remember one thing in particular.----- The morning was beautiful the day she left.
----- Again the knock. The knock sounds so real. It must be her coming home. I couldn’t have possibly imagined the same identical sound, couldn’t possibly have mistaken the so familiar knock on the door. Da Javu, that’s it, an illusion, I’m actually imagining her knock like I have so many times before. Her knock WILL come and she WILL return to me. Believe it, I must. I simply must have a reason to believe. But, no, impossible, wrong again. She’ll NEVER change her mind.
----- Last two. Might as well indulge. If this doesn’t do the trick I’ll just put the idea out of my mind and wait to calliopes from complete exhaustion and frustration. Frustration ??? Where did that come from ??? One thing is certain, if I don’t go insane first, I surely will again find a reason to believe. Man! I just GOT to be going crazy.
----- I could never imagine, not even in my innermost thoughts, not even now, how a person could possibly fall so deeply in love that they would allow their emotions to over rule their reasoning. Would deny their brain the right to have power and control over their heart. I’ve heard and I’ve been told by many a wise men that love is the root of all evil. But how could one of man’s strongest, most treasured, most desired and most sought after emotion have any connection with evil? No, I refuse to accept it. I believe that a man must love in order to be loved and in return he must be loved in order to give love. Perhaps it’s the absence of love which is the root of all evil.
----- Absence of love is my present condition. So where is this so called evil??? Is it within me??? Where is this mysterious dark cloud??? Should I run and hide in the shadows??? What would I hide from??? Hide from this lonely, empty feeling inside me??? Is this the evil that comes with the absence or love??? How could one escape such a penetrating force??? If this is to last, it’s the worst evil which could be bestowed upon me. To live the rest of my life without ever loving or being loved again.
----- This time I’m positive. It’s not my imagination. It’s her for sure, I know it. All my doubts are gone, she has come home. It IS her knock. Not even with all her will and determination was she able to stay completely clear.
----- The question now is WHY has she returned??? Has she come for my benefit or has she come for her own satisfaction in order to witness the damage she has caused by departing??? Is it possible that this was all just a test??? She had no right to treat me like some type of toy to be experimented with before being handed over to a child at Christmas time.
----- ENOUGH of all this endless arguing and questioning. Why should I continue any longer when all the answers are as close to me as the door way???
YES ENOUGH. The time as arrived. I must let her in. She’s come home. This is the only real important matter for the time being. I love her and I must be held by her, must have her near me and must heart her whisper in my ear the words she knows so well to make me feel alive again.
----- Strange!!! For the first time sense our relationship began that I have finally admitted my true feelings toward her. At least to myself. Never to her. I do without a doubt love her. If I could have just told her all these feelings I have for her. But I didn’t. I must let her in and let her know what’s on my mind.
----- Why can I not move??? Why can I not budge to let in my true love??? She’s been knocking for such a long period of time. It was not my imagination but her all along. Her knock is getting louder, more tense. So why can I not move towards that door, to clearer skis. The realization is too unreal to except. Forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused you I didn’t mean to do this. I didn't deliberately plan this out come.
No words whispered now could make me feel alive again. I’m beyond words, however my wisdom is greater then it ever was or ever will be. Please forgive me.
----- The morning was beautiful the day he left.
Dedicated To The Experienced
By Peter Collins
Monday, August 10, 2009
I'M GOING TO TRY THIS AGAIN
Hi All,
----- I’m going to try and stay on line as long as I can. But if you don’t hear from me in a long time, you’ll know that I’m broke down again. (Still have to wait for Steve to get home to buy our new computer.) (LOL)
----- Next order of business, very important. I receiver an E-mail concerning a petition to sign and send to everyone you know after adding your name to the list. I’m sure all of you received it also. I added Cheryl and my name to the list but couldn’t figure out how to send it to everyone on my E-mail list. So I sent it straight to the address that was in the letter which was, commint@whitehouse.gov Within 2 minutes I received another E-mail from the Government saying that this address is no longer in use and gave me the new one which is, http://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/ I don’t know how to go about contacting anyone to let them know this. I do believe this is very important. So maybe one of you can forward this information to where it needs to go. Please let me know some thing about this.
----- We had an absolute blast Saturday night. Saw so many people I had not seen for so long. But I didn’t get to talk to them all. Just not enough time. But we did have fun. I bloged on Lilly’s site about the ages of Roy, Jeanette and out Aunts. Some one let me know their ages. Also if any of you got phone numbers and or E-mail address of any one who was there, please blog or E-mail them to me. THANKS.
----- Please, Please, Please,,,,Please, (I sound like James Brown) let me know when Simone gets her new computer and what her E-mail address is ASAP. Or some one show her how to blog so she can send it to me or some thing.
----- Time to go. I have to go cook supper for Cheryl and I.
----- TTFN,
--- L-U-A,
--------- Peter
----- I’m going to try and stay on line as long as I can. But if you don’t hear from me in a long time, you’ll know that I’m broke down again. (Still have to wait for Steve to get home to buy our new computer.) (LOL)
----- Next order of business, very important. I receiver an E-mail concerning a petition to sign and send to everyone you know after adding your name to the list. I’m sure all of you received it also. I added Cheryl and my name to the list but couldn’t figure out how to send it to everyone on my E-mail list. So I sent it straight to the address that was in the letter which was, commint@whitehouse.gov Within 2 minutes I received another E-mail from the Government saying that this address is no longer in use and gave me the new one which is, http://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/ I don’t know how to go about contacting anyone to let them know this. I do believe this is very important. So maybe one of you can forward this information to where it needs to go. Please let me know some thing about this.
----- We had an absolute blast Saturday night. Saw so many people I had not seen for so long. But I didn’t get to talk to them all. Just not enough time. But we did have fun. I bloged on Lilly’s site about the ages of Roy, Jeanette and out Aunts. Some one let me know their ages. Also if any of you got phone numbers and or E-mail address of any one who was there, please blog or E-mail them to me. THANKS.
----- Please, Please, Please,,,,Please, (I sound like James Brown) let me know when Simone gets her new computer and what her E-mail address is ASAP. Or some one show her how to blog so she can send it to me or some thing.
----- Time to go. I have to go cook supper for Cheryl and I.
----- TTFN,
--- L-U-A,
--------- Peter
Friday, July 10, 2009
I BET YA'LL ARE WONDERING AREN'T YOU
YYAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOO,YYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
-----ALLO AVERYBODY,
-----What’s all the Screaming about ?? I said, WHAT’S ALL THE SCREAMING ABOUT ?????? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I have a big surprise. I said, I HAVE A BIG SURPRISE. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I guess I should tell ya’ll. Do ya’ll think I should tell ya’ll. I said, DO YA’LL THINKI I SHOULD TELL YA’LL ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I guess I could tell ya’ll,,,, BUT,,,,, then It wouldn’t be a surprise any more. So do ya’ll want to be surprised now or later ?? I said DO YA’LL WANT TO BE SURPRISED NOW OR LATER ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Well I guess I’ll tell ya’ll now. I said, I GUESS I’LL TELL YA’LL NOW. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Would ya’ll show at least a little bit of curiosity. I said, WOULD YA’LL SHOW AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT CURIOSITY. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? OK here goes. I said, OK HERE GOES. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ??
-----Well that’s about it for now. Catch ya’ll on the next blog.
-----L-U-A,
-------Peter
Oh, but wait I didn’t tell ya’ll the surprise yet, did I ?? I said, I DIDN’T TELL YA’LL THE SURPRISE YET, DID I ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I sure wish ya’ll would pay attention. I said, I SURE WISH YA’LL WOULD PAY ATTENTION. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Never mine, if ya’ll don’t want to know then I won’t tell you. How do ya’ll like that ?? I said, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ??
-----Talk to ya’ll later,
-------L-U-A,
----------Peter
-----ALLO AVERYBODY,
-----What’s all the Screaming about ?? I said, WHAT’S ALL THE SCREAMING ABOUT ?????? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I have a big surprise. I said, I HAVE A BIG SURPRISE. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I guess I should tell ya’ll. Do ya’ll think I should tell ya’ll. I said, DO YA’LL THINKI I SHOULD TELL YA’LL ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I guess I could tell ya’ll,,,, BUT,,,,, then It wouldn’t be a surprise any more. So do ya’ll want to be surprised now or later ?? I said DO YA’LL WANT TO BE SURPRISED NOW OR LATER ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Well I guess I’ll tell ya’ll now. I said, I GUESS I’LL TELL YA’LL NOW. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Would ya’ll show at least a little bit of curiosity. I said, WOULD YA’LL SHOW AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT CURIOSITY. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? OK here goes. I said, OK HERE GOES. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ??
-----Well that’s about it for now. Catch ya’ll on the next blog.
-----L-U-A,
-------Peter
Oh, but wait I didn’t tell ya’ll the surprise yet, did I ?? I said, I DIDN’T TELL YA’LL THE SURPRISE YET, DID I ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? I sure wish ya’ll would pay attention. I said, I SURE WISH YA’LL WOULD PAY ATTENTION. I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ?? Never mine, if ya’ll don’t want to know then I won’t tell you. How do ya’ll like that ?? I said, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT ?? I bet ya’ll are wondering aren’t you ??
-----Talk to ya’ll later,
-------L-U-A,
----------Peter
OH, BY THE WAY
P.S.-----Oh, by the way, Emily and Andre’ are pregnant. I said, EMILY AND ANDRE’ ARE PREGNANT. Now ya’ll don’t have to wonder any more.
P.S.S.-----We are all so excited. Can’t wait for the new Grand Baby.
LUV-U-ALL,
-----Peter,
Oh, sorry I meant to say,
-----Granpy
P.S.S.-----We are all so excited. Can’t wait for the new Grand Baby.
LUV-U-ALL,
-----Peter,
Oh, sorry I meant to say,
-----Granpy
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