senior cuz

I am an unrequited entertainer. Since about eighth grade I've been a singer. I probably would have loved to have starred on Broadway in stage musicals.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

It's always sunny on Sunnyside Dr.

It seems that it's nearly always sunny on Sunnyside Dr. When they tell us that there will be scattered showers, we just smile because that probably means we won't be where it's scattered. We've been here almost nine years now and it has been overcast all day maybe a dozen times. I guess that'll tell you pretty much why its called "The Valley of the Sun"! Do you think we miss the snow and cold of winter's of Gary ???? NO! And heck NO! Do you think we have missed the wet wet wet California weather either????? Again, NO, NO, and heck NO! If we want any of that, it's just a short two hours drive to fulfill those misguided desires.
Those of you who have not been to our desert, you might be surprised to see grass and trees. The tree in our front yard was planted by us in 1998. It was ony 12' tall at the time. it is now nearing 40" tall. It is called a Jacaranda tree. In the back yard we have two orange trees and a grapefruit tree. There are nearly sixty grapefruits on it this year and the orange trees have born nearly 200 oranges. And those of you who might be curious as to what those three dark things are over the garage door, they are butterfly's. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Chief Hosa Hoho

Here we are at our 50's + group last Thankgiving portraying two of the prime person's of the first Thankgiving. I was Chief Massasoit and Ada was Govenor Bradford's wife. FYI, Ada is a direct descendant from the Plymouth colonists. Last October we sent a week on Cape Cod doing geneology research of Ada's tree. She has a pretty amazing family tree. The various branches are quite profuse with many famous names of American colonial history, and she is joined to several presidents.
As to this article's title, When I was at summer camp as a boy scout, I was reading a comic book by my flashlight when I thought that a fly or mosquito had landed on my belly. I tried to brush it off, but it were't what I thought! It thwere a WASP, who stung me. I let out a scream that was heard from one end of the camp to the other. everyone thought someone had been murdered. At the clo9sing campfire the leader's bestowed the Choctaw name of Hosa Hoho, which stand for loud voice (big mouth) or as more politely stated, He who speaks with mighty voice.  Posted by Picasa