In Summer

Je sais vivre,

in summer.

I wake up slowly.

With no place to be,

no schedule to keep,

no plans to prep,

no decisions to make,

there is no need to hurry.

So I don’t.

I start my day leisurely.

After a new day greeting,

and the first stretches of the day,

I sip a cup of steaming hot coffee,

or a mug of gunpowder green tea.

Antoinette finds her zen on my lap

and we enjoy the peacefulness

of this morning ritual.

She naps for as long as she wants,

for as long as I want.

I am in no hurry, for

in summer,

je vis.

 

©Maribeth Batcho 2016

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Notre-Dame de Paris

Notre Dame Night

 

Il est venu le temps des cathédrales
Le monde est entré
Dans un nouveau millenaire
L’homme a voulu monter vers les étoiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre

Du Temps des Cathédrales, Notre-Dame de Paris

Our Lady of Paris

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April 17, 1967

He

the first born

the first grandchild

the first

a gifted athlete and student at Father Judge High School.

He

an All Catholic tackle

earned a full scholarship to play football at the University of Tulsa

and played hard, but fair.

He

left school

to return home to family on Meridian Street

and worked construction.

Until

his number came up. It was

November 1965.

He

was begged

by his parents

by his mother

not to be

a hero

before being sent to Vietnam

in July 1966.

He

was assigned to

Company C of the 2nd  Battalion

of the 8th Infantry, 4th Infantry Division.

Army.

He

sent pictures and wrote letters

and always downplayed

the hell

all around him.

He

a team leader who,

like so many others,

longed for the simple:

to return home to his family

to his friends and to the neighborhood

that he

loved.

He

instead

threw a body block on his platoon leader

to save him from a

live grenade.

He

took the hit

and became the

hero

his parents asked him

begged him

not to be.

April 17, 1967

forever changed the meaning of

Memorial Day.

He

was

Sergeant John F. Bense, Jr.;

to the rest of us, he was

Jack.

Jack Bense

May 7, 1945- April 17, 1967

 

larger walljack the wall

 

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The real reason for Memorial Day is nothing to celebrate…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HERMIONE

Another interesting historic piece by FrenchrootsinAmerica, this time about Hermione, the ship that brought Lafayette to the Colonies.

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Tout recommença à Rochefort sur Mer, une petite ville proche de La Rochelle en France. Une incroyable idée après plus de 200 ans d’oubli. Faire renaítre l’Hermione.

All  began in Rochefort sur Mer, a little town near La Rochelle in France. An incredible idea after being forgotten for over 200 years. Give birth to l’Hermione again.

Avant d’être la ville des Demoiselles, Rochefort était la capitale des grands voiliers, des grands mâts. C’était à l’époque quand la France était une puissance maritime, où les grands explorateurs voyageaient pour découvrir des territoires inconnus. C’était à l’époque des Bougainville,La Condamine et La Pérouse.

Before being the city of the “Demoiselles”, Rochefort was the capital of the Tall Ships, Tall Masts. It was the era when France was a sea power, when the great explorers traveled to discover unknown territories. It was the era of Bougainville, La Condamine and La Pérouse.

En 1771…

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Addict

I am an addict.

An addict.

I admit it.

ADDICT.

 

I am addicted.

Addicted.

That is what I am.

ADDICTED.

 

I want more.

And more.

No use pretending.

I want MORE.

 

I can’t stop.

Just can’t.

No use in hiding it.

I CAN’T.

 

I won’t stop.

Just won’t.

No use in lying.

I WON’T.

 

I am a junkie.

The more I have,

the more I want.

STUFF.

 

I am a user.

The more I get,

the more I crave.

CANDY.

 

I am a fanatic

in search of a high,

an escape, some serenity.

A TRIP.

 

I am dependent

on my next fix.

A place unknown to me

I SEEK.

 

I am a goer,

a  wait-until-the-last-minute-er

a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-er

a What’s-next-er

A VOYAGER.

 

I have a habit

that I never want to break.

New cultures and peoples and languages,

are  lifeblood.

my FIX.

 

I am an enthusiast

searching for the next place

to explore.

©Maribeth Batcho

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