My dear butch, you spoke what I feel. It’s grand to be in step with a kindred soul.
captfleeJuly 4, 2020, 6:26 PM
I was blessed in my youth to be able to sit at my maternal grandfather’s knee and hear tales of the Great War, made the more poignant by the sound of his mustard gas ravaged lungs. As is occasionally apparent to those of good will, forgiveness is possible; I never heard anything negative about the Germans from him. The French, on the other hand… well he did speak highly of the mademoiselles.
CallmelennieJuly 5, 2020, 9:26 AM
So did my Grampa, captfler! In fact, he was so enthralled with one particular Frenchwoman, he wrote a song about het
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers, Parles Voux
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers
Parles Voux
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers,
She aint been kissed in fifty years
Hinky Dinky Parlez Voux
CallmelennieJuly 5, 2020, 9:36 AM
And I remember asking “What does ‘Hinky Dinky Parlez Vous mean.’ Thats funny.”
And Grandpa said, “Hinky Dinky Parles Vous” means the bedsprings are talking, going “Hinky dinky dinky dinky dinky …”
And then I asked “Why would they doing that, Grandpa?” ….. And he replied, “Ask me that question 20 years from now.”
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Wonderful choice!
I miss that country.
My dear butch, you spoke what I feel. It’s grand to be in step with a kindred soul.
I was blessed in my youth to be able to sit at my maternal grandfather’s knee and hear tales of the Great War, made the more poignant by the sound of his mustard gas ravaged lungs. As is occasionally apparent to those of good will, forgiveness is possible; I never heard anything negative about the Germans from him. The French, on the other hand… well he did speak highly of the mademoiselles.
So did my Grampa, captfler! In fact, he was so enthralled with one particular Frenchwoman, he wrote a song about het
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers, Parles Voux
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers
Parles Voux
The Mademoiselle from Armentiers,
She aint been kissed in fifty years
Hinky Dinky Parlez Voux
And I remember asking “What does ‘Hinky Dinky Parlez Vous mean.’ Thats funny.”
And Grandpa said, “Hinky Dinky Parles Vous” means the bedsprings are talking, going “Hinky dinky dinky dinky dinky …”
And then I asked “Why would they doing that, Grandpa?” ….. And he replied, “Ask me that question 20 years from now.”