Little Egypt Heritage Articles
© Bill Oliver
25 December 2007
Vol 6 Issue: #50 Special Edition
O’siyo, Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen of Little Egypt,
"Christmas Eve Day"
Let me tell you that yesterday morning this house ‘rocked' with raucous
laughter. One event following another. It was so loud my very
significant other held her ears in pain. Things just seemed to come
together and I was feeling absolutely GREAT!
First, I got up before dawn as usual and tested the weather which was
‘crisp' and the sky which was overcast. There was just a hint of remains
of snow flurries on the ground. The daily newspaper had been delivered,
without it usual orange ‘bag', but was still dry though cold to the
touch. This while the "mid-west" got fresh coatings of the white stuff.
I took my Nexium and settled to the routine to ‘hurry' the hour wait for
my first cup of coffee. [That routine: shut the cat's mouth by putting
fresh food down, preparing the coffee in the ‘Mr. Coffee' machine; pour
our juice, set the computer to scan for everything it scans for, take
the newspaper apart for reading, and finally reading the ‘funnies' to
set the mood for the day.] By the time the ‘routine' is completed it is
time for a few minutes to watch the dawn enlighten the new day.
That all done I downloaded the night's e-mail messages preparing myself
to answer the ‘pleasure' ones first. The first request I undertook was
to take a request by a ‘top' researcher and get him together with a
‘top' librarian about a possible donation. No, her name is not ‘Marian',
but I vouch that she is just as nice.
Next on the agenda was to prepare for breakfast while Barb went to get
her medical checkup. Turning the radio on to listen to my favorite
Canadian station [Windsor PBS] for Christmas music [not carols] and the
station didn't disappoint me. Each Program DJ chose her/his favorite
Christmas sound and it was played. Clarinets and horns sounded plus the
wonderful sound of ‘Satchmo' reading "A Visit from St. Nicholas".
By the time Barb returned and breakfast had been enjoyed, the U.S.
Postal Representative had delivered the day-before-holiday missiles.
First opened was Historical/Genealogy Society newsletters and Journals.
And, what to my wandering eyes did appear a double issue of a journal
that six months ago was two years behind. These two issues brought
itself so far forward that now the publication is only one issue behind.
That sure makes a person feel that the day will go ‘right'.
The first ‘letter' opened was from a friend who lives a distance of five
days travel. It contained a pill box size ‘tin' of ‘National
EmbarrassMINTS' made by "The Unemployed Philosophers Guild". That's when
I pierced my partner's ear drums. One has to know that Barb and I took
voice lessons from a Lady Professor who made us speak [project our
voices] more than 100 yards inside the fifth floor of University Hall in
Toledo, Ohio. Lessons that we have never forgotten. Everything about
this package was hilarious. Slogans on the tin include: Presents of
Mind, Fight Errorism – boot XXX, No Lies, and No Cronyism. The latter
two use the "NO" universal symbol of a red circle with a line through it.
Then, also, in the mail-bag was a package from our son and daughter-i-l.
‘Mom' had complained that she couldn't see the buttons on our ‘remote
controller'. I have complained for years that my fingers are much too
large to strike only one button. Opening the package gave me another
chance to have my sides ‘split'. Our children sent us a new universal
remote. It is [literally] 11 by five or six inches. It reminds me of one
of those ‘play-station' thing-a-ma-bobs which take two hands to hold and
two hands to punch buttons. Speaking of thumbs, being all thumbs when it
comes to these new-fangled gadgits, the Grandkids can figure out how to
program it for us. After all they are now nine and eleven and the only
ones who understand these things. Surely, after we get used to it, we'll
never lose it and if we can hit the buttons fast enough to avoid ‘timing
out' we should never have another problem.
We finished the mail by reading the Holiday letter and card from dear
friends who are now from Pennsylvania – just to be closer to some of
their children and grands. They are very giving people so the letter was
filled with their humorous doings. It capped our wonderful feelings for
the day of Christmas Eve.
Barb and I are truly blessed with family and friends who show us their
wonderful and zanny humor. We hope that you too also are so blessed.
Merry Christmas —
e-la-Di-e-das-Di ha-WI NV-WA-do-hi-ya NV-WA-to-hi-ya-da.
(May you walk in peace and harmony)
"Myths are universal and timeless stories that reflect and shape our
lives ..." Alexander McCall Smith, Dream Angus