Time In A Bottle

"Time In A Bottle" 

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

A Chilly Morning

A chilly morning. My first taste of the day: warm Coke left on my desk last night. My little dog has trouble getting on and off the bed, so I lift her, and she kisses me. We limp together out into a new day. Sun's up, sky is blue. I see the family pictures we had taken last month when we were all together are up on the computer. I view them twice, they are good, I love seeing them! I love that these are my sons and their wives, my grandchildren, my sweet husband (who I argued with yesterday over trivial stuff, just stupid stuff). I love them all "to the end of every day's most quiet need," as Emily wrote. My whole body warms. ..."with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life...."

Post BC

The Bishop's Company after I left, on their way to tour Alaska. Jeanne Needham on the far left, Hal Bokar on the far right. Standing beside Jeanne is David Beardsley (Phyllis's son), Merle Harbach, and Phyllis. Don't know the others.

Thanks to David for the photo!

Gov. Benjamen Harrison

1. Hon. John Armistead m. Judith. AKA "The Councillor".
Children:
i Judith Armistead.

Some more information on this line on ROOTSWEB

Second Generation
2. Judith Armistead (1.Hon.1 ) b. of Hesse, Gloucester Co, VA, m. 1688, Robert "King" Carter, b. 1663, "Crottoman", (son of John Carter, Col and Sarah Ludlowe) d. 4 Aug 1732. Judith died 23 Feb 1699. Robert: King Carter, as he was called on account of his immense possessions, resided in his family seat "Crottoman", on the Rappahanock river in Lancaster county, VA. He was rector of William and Mary College and sustained that institution in its most trying times. He was speaker of the House of Burgesses and treasurer of the colony during reign of Prince William, Anne, George I, and George II.
Children:
i Elizabeth Carter b. 1680.
ii Judith Carter.
iii Anne Carter.
iv John Carter b. 1690.
v Lucy Carter m. Col. Henry Fitzhugh.
vi Mary Carter.

Third Generation
3. Elizabeth Carter (2.Judith2 , 1.Hon.1 ) b. 1680, m. (1) Nathaniel Burwell, (son of James Burwell and Anne Jones) d. 1721, m. (2) George Nicholas, MD.
Children by Nathaniel Burwell:
i Lewis Burwell.
ii Carter Burwell.
iii Robert Burwell.
iv Elizabeth Burwell.

Children by George Nicholas, MD:
v Robert Carter Nicholas.

4. Judith Carter (2.Judith2 , 1.Hon.1 ) m. Mann Page. Mann: Of Rosewell.
Children:
i John Page.
ii Mann Page m. Anne Corbin Tayloe, (daughter of John Tayloe and Elizabeth Gwynn (Lyde).
iii Robert Page.

5. Anne Carter (2.Judith2 , 1.Hon.1 ) m. Benjamen Harrison. Benjamen: Of Berkley
Children:
i Benjamen Harrison, Governor VA.
ii Anne Harrison m. William Randolph. William: Of Wilton
iii Elizabeth Harrison m. Peyton Randolph. Peyton: President of the First Continental Congress.
iv Carter Henry Harrison m. Susannah Randolph, (daughter of Isham Randolph and Jane Rogers).
v Brig.Gen Charles Harrison m. Mary Claiborne, (daughter of Augustine Clayborn).
vi Nathaniel Harrison m. (1) Mary Ruffin, (daughter of Edmund Ruffin) m. (2) Anne Gilliam, (daughter of William Gilliam). Speaker of the State Senate, Sheriff of Prince William County, 1779.
vii Robert Harrison d. 1771.
viii Daughter Harrison. Killed by lightening with her father and sister.
ix Female Harrison. Killed by lightening.

6. John Carter (2.Judith2 , 1.Hon.1 ) b. 1690, m. 1723, in VA, Elizabeth Hill, (daughter of Edward Hill IV) d. 1777, Corotoman. John died 31 Jul 1742, Corotoman, VA. Was a Barrister-at-Law (Middle Temple). AKA "Secretary" Elizabeth: Of "Shirley"
Children:
i Edward Carter.
ii Elizabeth Carter b. 1731.
iii Charles Carter b. 1736.

MEMORIES

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...


("CATS" --Andrew Lloyd Webber)

The Way We Were...

...Scattered pictures
of the smiles we left behind,
smiles we gave to one another
for the way we were....

WARNING

Warning
by Jenny Joseph

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Heading Toward the Music

Monday, September 01, 2008



See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me



I am sad to see another of my childhood icons has died. Every Saturday night when I was seven or eight, my folks listened to a musical radio variety show, Your Hit Parade. Jo Stafford was one of the featured girl singers. They also featured a guitar player who could make his guitar cry and say "Maa-maa," which I loved. But I loved Jo Stafford best. If she was supposed to sing, and it was past my bedtime, I begged to stay up long enough to hear her. While it may have had as much to do with my staying up later, I really did want to hear her sing. Time magazine says she was one of the greatest ballad singers of all time. Her popular hit You Belong To Me sold two million copies. She was, says Time, up there in a group that included July Garland, Ella Fitzgerald and Peggy Lee. During WWII, and even into the Korean War, she performed for servicemen overseas "who felt as if they were home" when she sang. "Although she was a major star, she was a modest person who would have seemed out of place in a limousine. She was like a girl on a bus, always heading toward the music," writes Jonathan Schwartz. Jo Stafford was 90 years old.

For the longest time now, I have gone to bed whenever I damn well please. Good Night, Jo. Sweet dreams.